Well, its me, Omega, back after a long silence. But nothing can keep my creativeness contained! IT KNOWS NO BOUNDS! All right, this is the third chapter in my delightful little novel-in-a-can. But first, lets have a heart to heart talk...or read, as the situation is.
All of us know that Takari is probably the most popular fanfic romance on the digimon fanfic market. (Personally I think it's a bunch of BS of people who exaggerate things way too far,)
TK: But Hey! We love each other!
Kari: We do? I mean, yeah!
Me: QUIET, BOTH OF YOU! YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE TOLD YOU ABOUT SPEAKING OUT OF TURN! IT'S THE TORTURE RACK FOR YOU, LATER!
TK+Kari: *sob* Will this torture never end?
Me: Well, back to my review. But hey, Takari sells. This story will probably have Takari in it by the end, as it is about TK-though it will be a cold day in hell when I wrote a totally Takari fic-and I might even enjoy writing some of it. But today I saw something so utterly sappy that it almost-literally-made me puke. No offense to the author who wrote it, but it was an absolutely abhorrent Takari fic called "Cherry Blossoms."
This is what I mean by going too far. I mean, c'mon, the stories name is Cherry Blossoms. It makes me shudder to think of it. That was like a ten on the sappy scale. I will say no more, But if you like extreme Takari sap stories beyond what my mind can handle and survive, read a certain story called "Cherry Blossoms." *shudder*
Well, back to my story. I know people have asked me to respond to them about the story and the total lack of digimon in it...and believe me, I would if I could. Tis simply the manner of communication you ask of me-email. You see, Email is out of the question with me-not for my protection, but yours. Viruses have ravaged my Email services, and some of them still lurk within it, waiting for a chance to jump from computer to computer. And I am not Bull$hitting you. Frankly, I'm a bit afraid to open the damnable program.
However, here is my third chapter...though it's not much for the two months or so that I had to work on it, but I have been quite busy indeed. Here is the story that-hmmm-three people have reviewed. I hope to collect more fans of my fiction with this chapter. Oh, and, just a cheerful reminder-I don't own digimon. And the strange problem with the format of the story, where it is not indenting paragraphs and spacing between lines-why, I hope to fix that too. Now this is a little boring, but you must know about it to go with the rest of the story, and next chapter, coming up right after this, will have lots of action...as you would know if you read this chapter.
Chapter 3: Dark Judgment
All lights were off in the huge city where TK lived, laughed and played with his friends. It was also a place where he kept his secret of defending the digiworld. Three years after the latest trouble in it, TK was fifteen, and always kept a vigilant watch upon the digiworld.
Practically everyone in the huge city was asleep-and that was strange, for in a city as big as the one TK lived in one would think someone would be up at all hours. But the sleep was natural this time. In fact, only five people were awake at this time-and as fate would have it, they were all headed in the same direction.
Room 848-the room where TK lived-and where he was sleeping right now.
These figures approached the door and stopped. It seemed that mist was trailing on their feet. They all wore robes which covered their faces. As they stopped, the mist rushed ahead of them and seeped under the door of room 848. The figures all looked at the door and nodded once in unison. The door opened as if by an unseen hand.
"No portal dares bar our approach," they murmured together, almost in a chant. They walked in the door and slowly made their way down the hallway.
The mist was rapidly spreading to blanket everything in the house, swirling until it came up over the side of bed of TK and covered him. The figure then walked into his room, their eyes gleaming red in their own light.
All of them slowly encircled TK's bed. All of their robes shifted as they unsheathed daggers that glowed black. But they did not stab TK: They kept the daggers by their sides, and stared down at the blond-haired boy. Presently one of them spoke.
"I cant believe that our brother is trapped within one so weak of will, mind, body and skill," said a robed figure whose dagger hung limply by his side.
"He's not as weak as all that, Dlagradeth," said another whose dagger was clutched and ready to stab, in his hand. "He merely leaves his phenomenal power untapped. For whatever reason."
"I wouldn't necessarily say that his power is phenomenal, Kul'Riven...Though our brother probably taps into that power and feeds off it as we speak," said yet another whose dagger was tapping against his teeth. "Their power is similar in a way.."
"Exactly my point, Riyomer!" hissed a female voice that issued from under a hood. "He seeks to become more than us!"
The two figures called Dlagradeth and Riyomer laughed a long, hissing laugh at her. "More than all of us, Elymbre?" hissed Dlagradeth. "Impossible! Your wishes to destroy this boy and our brother at the same time are unjustified, unless they are for personal reasons."
"Im afraid I have to intervene," said Kul'Riven. "I agree with Elymbre. He has always sought to be ever more powerful."
"I would kill this boy now too," said the robed figure who hadn't spoke yet in a female voice. "Though I don't think our brother seeks to become more powerful than us, I say one Lord of Dark for one Lord of Light is as good a deal as we'll get right now."
"Thank you for your support, Mirionel," said Elymbre. "It is now two against three. It has been agreed: This boy dies, and our brother with him."
"Wait!" hissed Dlagradeth as three robed figures rose daggers to strike at TK, "There are more than five Lords of Dark! We have spells to temporarily let his will be known: He can vote too!"
Elymbre ground her teeth in anger as they put their daggers down and lifter hands to cast a spell. Five beams of green smoke stabbed at TK from the hands of The Lords of Darkness, and seeped into him. TK rolled over, opened his mouth, and eyes, and out of them, smoke poured forth.
It filled the room with blinding speed, then began to condense into a large form. The five Lords nodded their heads in recognition to the gaseous blob: Their Brother.
"Fallen Brother, we need a vote from you. Three of us-as shall be left unnamed, as customs requires-think that this boy should be killed right now, as to stop him from gaining his powers. Two of us say nay, we should let you finish with your host. What is your will?" said Dlagradeth.
The Brother peered around the room for a time, then stated his case.
"This Boy will never gain his powers. They will be mine. I have examined his thoughts, and he is a prime subject for possession. Whenever he sees his friends harmed, he turns to anger and looks for any way to defeat his enemy. In his haste, he will use my power without even realizing its taint. Every time he uses my power, he will lose part of himself. I will be able to possess him. It would be good if you could help me in this. His battles mostly dwell within a place called the digiworld. It would be *great* if you sent enough troops after him to force him to use my power. My vote and will: The boy lives."
Then the smoke that had been the Brother of the five robed figures lost its movement, and melted away into the mist.
"The court is at a disagreement," said Dlagradeth. "Three against three. We will return here in a month."
Then, extremely quickly, the five figures melted away into mist, and the mist drifted out the door. Seconds Later, the first ray of dawn hit the door of apartment 848-which still hung open.
All of us know that Takari is probably the most popular fanfic romance on the digimon fanfic market. (Personally I think it's a bunch of BS of people who exaggerate things way too far,)
TK: But Hey! We love each other!
Kari: We do? I mean, yeah!
Me: QUIET, BOTH OF YOU! YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE TOLD YOU ABOUT SPEAKING OUT OF TURN! IT'S THE TORTURE RACK FOR YOU, LATER!
TK+Kari: *sob* Will this torture never end?
Me: Well, back to my review. But hey, Takari sells. This story will probably have Takari in it by the end, as it is about TK-though it will be a cold day in hell when I wrote a totally Takari fic-and I might even enjoy writing some of it. But today I saw something so utterly sappy that it almost-literally-made me puke. No offense to the author who wrote it, but it was an absolutely abhorrent Takari fic called "Cherry Blossoms."
This is what I mean by going too far. I mean, c'mon, the stories name is Cherry Blossoms. It makes me shudder to think of it. That was like a ten on the sappy scale. I will say no more, But if you like extreme Takari sap stories beyond what my mind can handle and survive, read a certain story called "Cherry Blossoms." *shudder*
Well, back to my story. I know people have asked me to respond to them about the story and the total lack of digimon in it...and believe me, I would if I could. Tis simply the manner of communication you ask of me-email. You see, Email is out of the question with me-not for my protection, but yours. Viruses have ravaged my Email services, and some of them still lurk within it, waiting for a chance to jump from computer to computer. And I am not Bull$hitting you. Frankly, I'm a bit afraid to open the damnable program.
However, here is my third chapter...though it's not much for the two months or so that I had to work on it, but I have been quite busy indeed. Here is the story that-hmmm-three people have reviewed. I hope to collect more fans of my fiction with this chapter. Oh, and, just a cheerful reminder-I don't own digimon. And the strange problem with the format of the story, where it is not indenting paragraphs and spacing between lines-why, I hope to fix that too. Now this is a little boring, but you must know about it to go with the rest of the story, and next chapter, coming up right after this, will have lots of action...as you would know if you read this chapter.
Chapter 3: Dark Judgment
All lights were off in the huge city where TK lived, laughed and played with his friends. It was also a place where he kept his secret of defending the digiworld. Three years after the latest trouble in it, TK was fifteen, and always kept a vigilant watch upon the digiworld.
Practically everyone in the huge city was asleep-and that was strange, for in a city as big as the one TK lived in one would think someone would be up at all hours. But the sleep was natural this time. In fact, only five people were awake at this time-and as fate would have it, they were all headed in the same direction.
Room 848-the room where TK lived-and where he was sleeping right now.
These figures approached the door and stopped. It seemed that mist was trailing on their feet. They all wore robes which covered their faces. As they stopped, the mist rushed ahead of them and seeped under the door of room 848. The figures all looked at the door and nodded once in unison. The door opened as if by an unseen hand.
"No portal dares bar our approach," they murmured together, almost in a chant. They walked in the door and slowly made their way down the hallway.
The mist was rapidly spreading to blanket everything in the house, swirling until it came up over the side of bed of TK and covered him. The figure then walked into his room, their eyes gleaming red in their own light.
All of them slowly encircled TK's bed. All of their robes shifted as they unsheathed daggers that glowed black. But they did not stab TK: They kept the daggers by their sides, and stared down at the blond-haired boy. Presently one of them spoke.
"I cant believe that our brother is trapped within one so weak of will, mind, body and skill," said a robed figure whose dagger hung limply by his side.
"He's not as weak as all that, Dlagradeth," said another whose dagger was clutched and ready to stab, in his hand. "He merely leaves his phenomenal power untapped. For whatever reason."
"I wouldn't necessarily say that his power is phenomenal, Kul'Riven...Though our brother probably taps into that power and feeds off it as we speak," said yet another whose dagger was tapping against his teeth. "Their power is similar in a way.."
"Exactly my point, Riyomer!" hissed a female voice that issued from under a hood. "He seeks to become more than us!"
The two figures called Dlagradeth and Riyomer laughed a long, hissing laugh at her. "More than all of us, Elymbre?" hissed Dlagradeth. "Impossible! Your wishes to destroy this boy and our brother at the same time are unjustified, unless they are for personal reasons."
"Im afraid I have to intervene," said Kul'Riven. "I agree with Elymbre. He has always sought to be ever more powerful."
"I would kill this boy now too," said the robed figure who hadn't spoke yet in a female voice. "Though I don't think our brother seeks to become more powerful than us, I say one Lord of Dark for one Lord of Light is as good a deal as we'll get right now."
"Thank you for your support, Mirionel," said Elymbre. "It is now two against three. It has been agreed: This boy dies, and our brother with him."
"Wait!" hissed Dlagradeth as three robed figures rose daggers to strike at TK, "There are more than five Lords of Dark! We have spells to temporarily let his will be known: He can vote too!"
Elymbre ground her teeth in anger as they put their daggers down and lifter hands to cast a spell. Five beams of green smoke stabbed at TK from the hands of The Lords of Darkness, and seeped into him. TK rolled over, opened his mouth, and eyes, and out of them, smoke poured forth.
It filled the room with blinding speed, then began to condense into a large form. The five Lords nodded their heads in recognition to the gaseous blob: Their Brother.
"Fallen Brother, we need a vote from you. Three of us-as shall be left unnamed, as customs requires-think that this boy should be killed right now, as to stop him from gaining his powers. Two of us say nay, we should let you finish with your host. What is your will?" said Dlagradeth.
The Brother peered around the room for a time, then stated his case.
"This Boy will never gain his powers. They will be mine. I have examined his thoughts, and he is a prime subject for possession. Whenever he sees his friends harmed, he turns to anger and looks for any way to defeat his enemy. In his haste, he will use my power without even realizing its taint. Every time he uses my power, he will lose part of himself. I will be able to possess him. It would be good if you could help me in this. His battles mostly dwell within a place called the digiworld. It would be *great* if you sent enough troops after him to force him to use my power. My vote and will: The boy lives."
Then the smoke that had been the Brother of the five robed figures lost its movement, and melted away into the mist.
"The court is at a disagreement," said Dlagradeth. "Three against three. We will return here in a month."
Then, extremely quickly, the five figures melted away into mist, and the mist drifted out the door. Seconds Later, the first ray of dawn hit the door of apartment 848-which still hung open.
