Did We Lose Them? Part 2
[Well, the reader response for the first fic was incredible, so he I am to write a second one. I know this is a bit late, but fanfiction.net's been too busy to log onto for a while. I plan on making this into a series, so don't get too excited. This one's a little different.]
Half and hour after the bomb had gone off in Taichi's apartment:
"Yeeeaaahhh!" Daisuke and TK were yelling wildly. They were sitting in the bleachers of a huge dojo, watching as Iori fought for his 100th victory. After leaving the Digiworld, he had spent more time than ever before practicing Kendo, and today was the one hundred and first match. Because of his constant training and tireless practice, once he'd entered himself in competitions, he'd lost only once. He had fought his way through the ranks, cutting through lesser warriors with ease. He had risen to the point where only one man remained his superior throughout all of Japan, and he was fighting him now. Iori himself had become something of a legend, but the man who he was up against had become a god. His name was known throughout all of Japan, and most of the world. He speed was legendary, his aim always true, he was unbeatable. He was revered by everyone.
He was Ken Ichijouji.
True, he had at one time been a star soccer player, but this, he thought, was more of a challenge. Not that anything was a challenge to him; this was just less easy than soccer. He cursed as Iori got close to landing a blow, and scolded himself for letting his mind wander. He was no longer the Kaiser, and the other Chosen Children no longer feared him. Still, he thought, fighting with Iori brought back some fond memories of the Digiworld. Then, the inevitable happened.
Ken, distracted once again by his thoughts, left an opening in his normally impossible-to-break defense, and Iori, sensing it, attacked with renewed vigor, and the Kaiser was unable to stop him, and, in the time it takes to blink, Iori had landed a hit, beaten Ken, and taken his place as the newest figurehead of glory and moved from being a legend to being a god. Ken, stunned by the blow, merely stood there. He was unable to move, unable to accept the fact that he, a perfect person, the only perfect person, had been beaten by Iori.
A figure, clothed in black, the same person who had bombed Taichi's apartment, was now walking on the network of catwalks high above the ring, looking for a suitable place to set up. He found one and opened a small briefcase, once again concealed within the folds of his clothing. He took out what looked like pieces of pipe, and started to screw them together at junctions.
The moment of silence that followed Ken's defeat was quickly shattered as the fans screamed Iori's name, filling the dojo with sound. Iori, calm and collected as always, simply approached Ken, who was still standing there, stunned, and bowed to him. Ken blinked, scowled, and bowed as well. However, when he rose, he was smiling, and began clapping, just like the rest of the crowd, congratulating Iori on his spectacular win.
Daisuke and TK, sensing the moment was right, rushed down from the stands, and with one, swift movement, lifted Iori off the ground, onto their shoulders. Iori finally relented, and broke into gales of laughter, deliriously happy. He had, after all, beaten the Digimon Kaiser, something that was almost impossible to do. But, for some reason, Iori first titled, then fell off of TK and Daisuke's shoulders. Ken, surprised, began running towards them, but also, for some reason, fell to the ground.
"Two down, two more to go." The figure said, looking into the telescopic site once more. He grinned, and began to pull the trigger again.
Daisuke, in the ensuing chaos, had run to Ken, while TK stayed with Iori. TK and Daisuke both looked over the two fallen fighters, wondering what was wrong. And, as they saw what had happened, they both began to stand up, to yell for an ambulance, but they were cut short as they too, jerked, and then fell to the ground. The crowd was silent again, but this time, it stayed silent. You could have heard a pin drop. The master of the dojo approached the fallen warriors and their friends, and, off in the distance, sirens began to wail for the second time that afternoon.
[Well, that's it, another cliffhanger. Don't you all just hate me right now? Part three will be up soon, I promise, just wait till you find out what happens next. Bye Bye!]