Myotismon's Revenge Pt. 2

Author notes: Whoops! Accidentally put up part 3 before part 2! Now, that was dumb wasn't it? Anyway, this clarifies what happened as Mr. Ishida came to the digital world. Anyway, I guessed that his first name was Richard. If I'm wrong, just tell me.

Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, I would make sure all of you fans get a special episode dedicated to you. However, I do not. So, do not bug me about your special dedicated episode. This is part two. Please enjoy.

"Dad?!" Matt shouted.

"That's right, you answered the million dollar question correctly. The only problem is that there is no million dollars. You'll have to settle for your old pops," Mr. Ishida answered.

" Dad..." Matt whispered and hugged his father tightly. Matt let his tears stream down his face onto his dad's clothing. That smoky smell no longer made his eyes water, but they welcomed him, shielding him from danger. Matt, at that time, realized he was crying.

"Oh man, you must think I am a wimp," Matt replied, blushing and wiping his eyes with his gloves.

"After what you been through, I am surprised that you are still holding yourself together," his dad answered back.

"But, how are you here? I mean, only the Digidestined are allowed here, what are..." Matt started to ramble but his dad quieted him with his hand.

" I'll tell you everything in time, but first..." his dad said, "you should eat."

Matt then realized how long ago he had eaten dinner. He looked up to see his father doodling in the air with his finger. "What are you doing Dad?" Matt asked, confused by his father's actions.

"You'll see," was the response.

After a few minutes of more seemingly aimless doodling, his father stopped and smiled. "Finally," he said. "Matt, what do you want to eat?" Matt, who had lost attention in his father's doodling, snapped to attention.

"Huh? I don't know," he said.

"C'mon Matt, after dining on fish and leaves, there must be something you want to eat," Mr. Ishida said, letting confidence be heard clearly in his voice. What it he getting at? Matt thought. What could he cook? There is nothing here but the darkness and us. In addition, let us not forget that he is not very skilled in the culinary arts. Still, he should be given a chance.

"Cook Mom's Sunday steaks with her famous mashed potatoes," Matt challenged, sure, that only one person could only pull off the feat, and that was his mother.

"Oh, a challenge eh? I accept!" Richard said with a horrible, haughty French accent. He then doodled in the air. What happened next surprised Matt, even after seeing it with his own eyes.

A pale gray arose from the ground and took the shape of a table. It transformed into quality Pinewood. Two chairs solidified out of the mist. An Italian style tablecloth materialized out of nowhere and landed gently and neatly onto the table. Two plates complete with 2 large steaks, fluffy mashed potatoes, knives, and forks were the next mysterious items to appear.

While Matt gawked, his father sat down in one of chairs and hungrily cut his steak. "Oh God, I haven't eaten this in weeks!! Good choice Matt," Richard said, and then continued enthusiastically eating his meal. For Matt, hunger took control of shock and he carefully sat down in the remaining chair. "It's not going to collapse, Matt," Richard mumbled, still chewing his food, "I made sure I used high quality wood, not the type I used to build TK's crib." Matt grinned at the joke, and sat down. He apprehensively took his knife and fork and delved into the meal. Man! This taste just like Mom's, if not better! Matt thought to himself as he hungrily continued. Within minutes, his father and he had completed the meal.

"You're going to have to learn how to cook like that Matt," his father said as he sighed in contentment.

"What's wrong with my cooking now?" Matt questioned.

"Nothing, it's just that if you could cook like that..." Richard trailed off.

"Mom could cook like that and..." Matt stared, but his father interrupted him.

"You know Nancy and I are working the kinks out of our relationship. Why do you think she moved back to us?"

"For T.K and me, you know that. For us to really become the brothers we should have always been."

"Your adventures in this world did more for you two than we ever could."

"That's not the point."

"So what is?"

"What I mean is... it was your responsibility to take care of us! T.K and I had to raise our own damn selves! You and Mom just stood back and argued!" Matt yelled in a violent eddy of emotions.

"Matt," Richard said, grabbing his son's slender, but powerful shoulders. "You know you didn't mean a single thing you just blurted. You know that we did our best. We had a lot of problems, Nancy and I. If we tried to raise you with those problems, we would caused more harm than good." Matt looked in his father's eyes. He saw that they were full of tears, tears he caused. Were they tears of sadness? Could they be tears of anger? All Matt knew was that he caused them.

"I know... I...just..." he started to mumble, but couldn't continue. He dropped his head into his father's chest and cried. He cried, letting out at all the anger, hate, fear, confusion, and misery of the past months out of his body. He stopped for one second to look in his father's eyes. They still had tears welling up inside, but there was no doubt that they were of joy, nothing but true joy.

"All right, enough of this sappy stuff, I want answers," Matt said, pulling his head away from his Dad's shirt.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Mr. Ishida said while fixing his shirt.

"Okay first of all, what is this place?" Matt said, gesturing toward the immense darkness with his hand.

"Oh this place? It's your subconscious," Richard answered bluntly, almost machine - like.

"You mean where I dream and junk, right?" Matt responded, confused.

"Yeah, your subconscious is filled with 'junk'," Richard taunted.

"Ha, ha. You're hilarious. Okay comedian, why is this place so dark? Wouldn't it be a little brighter? And wouldn't it change as my thoughts change?" Matt continued to interrogate.

"Oh, my son thinks," Richard smirked. "The reason is that the digimon who brought me here says that his master needs it dark," Richard responded.

"Who's this digimon? And who's his master?" Matt pressed on with his questions.

"Okay, okay, stop grilling me. Right now, I can't remember who the digimon are, but when they said I could visit you, I couldn't say no," Richard said, his pupils shimmering.

"Dad, I know that you had me in your thoughts, but those may have been evil digimon. You have to tell everything that me everything that you know about the digimon," Matt uttered.

"Well," Richard's forehead scrunched together as he remembered what happened.

"Matt!"

"Dad! Don't worry, I'll take good care of T.K!" Matt said as he levitated toward the abnormal rip in the sky.

"T.K" Nancy yelled, "Don't forget even though you're going to save the world, you still have to brush your teeth!"

"C'mon Mom, you're embarrassing me in front of the others!" T.K hollered.

"I don't care! You better do it because I'll check when you get back!" she retorted.

"Okay!" T.K said. I remember hugging your Mom. She was crying so hard. Then this small, bizarre creature comes out of the shadows. I only noticed when Nancy had screamed.

"Please quiet down, I mean you no harm," he whispered. I looked the small creature over. It was scruffy, dirty, and ugly.

"What do you want," I whispered angrily, guarding Nancy with my body.

"Please be careful, Richard," she voiced in my ear. I looked at her for a second, and then looked back at the creature. It was still in the same spot as I had left it.

"Is the fight over?" the creature meekly said, wiping the dirt with its clawed foot.

"Yeah," I said, looking at the spot where my two sons were just standing. They just had an unbelievable battle against this giant creature that looked like it came out of a bad monster movie. The only thing was that it was real. That... thing wrecked half of Odaiba.

"Really? The digidestined are real! It is a time for rejoicing! The evil king of death is finally defeated!" the creature squeaked jovially and did a jig. Nancy and I watched in awe as the small creature gracefully twirled and jumped. He finally stopped with an amazing back flip. We clapped and shouted bravos. The creature then blushed and said, "Thank you. Are you two part of the digidestined?"

Nancy glanced at me and I glanced right back. "Sorry little fellow, but we are not the digidestined," she finally said. At hearing this, the creature's eyes filled with tears and he started to sniffle.

"Oh you poor thing. I didn't want to make you cry," She then picked the thing up and patted it on its back.

The creature again sniffed and then said, "Thank you. You are so kind. I wish there was a way to repay your kindness," he whispered as he floated down toward the ground.

"Well, it would nice to know your name," Nancy stated.

"I haven't told you? I am acting so boorish. My name is Demidevimon," he said with a polite bow.

"Demidevimon! Dad, you got help from Demidevimon?" Matt blurted.

"What's so bad about Demidevimon? He seemed quite nice," Richard murmured.

"Nice? Nice? Demidevimon is far from nice! While we were fighting Myotismon in the digiworld, he was Myotismon's lackey. He tried to separate us up so Myotismon could have an easier chance to defeat us. That stupid bowling ball was actually able to convince TK that I hated him!" Matt spat out, remembering the event.

"Geez, this guy must be a master with words," Richard thought aloud.

"You hit the nail on the head pops," Matt said. "You better tell me the rest, so that I could at least figure out what's going on," Matt replied, tensing his muscles.

"Okay," Richard said, shaken up by what was just related to him.

"Demidevimon? That's means you're a digimon, right?" I asked.

"Yes sir, and very proud of it," Demidevimon said with a tiny grin.

"Digimon? What are digimon?" Nancy asked me.

"From what I know, they are creatures from another world. Some of them are good and some, like that gigantic one we saw here a while ago, are bad. Apparently, the kids found some good ones and have been smuggling them throughout the city," I calmly explained with a smirk.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, but I must be going," Demidevimon said, walking away from us.

"Hey, where are you going?" Nancy asked.

"Why, I'm going home. I must tell my friends of what happened," he explained.

"But, but, where do you live?" Nancy inquired.

"Why, the digital world of course. I thought everyone knew that," he stated.

"What a minute. You can go to the digital world?" I demanded.

"Why, yes. Why would I come here if I couldn't leave?" Demidevimon innocently said.

"Well, if you see our sons, tell them we love them," Nancy said, her voice trembling, signaling that she was going to cry again.

"Will do. I'm sorry I cannot do any more for you. If you were blood kin to the Chosen Children..." Demidevimon trailed off.

"Hey wait! We're the parents of two of them!" I shouted.

"Really! No wonder I sensed such a high amount of virtue inside you two!" Demidevimon complimented. Your Mom and I blushed violently at the remark.

"Unfortunately, I can only bring one of you with me," Demidevimon apologized.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, I'm still new to moving from this world and to my home and back. Taking you both may tax my powers and put us all in danger," he explained.

"Oh," Nancy said disappointed.

"However, I'm able to take one you," Demidevimon cheerfully said. "I suggest that you," he said pointing at me, "should be the one to come with me."

"Why is that?" Nancy inquired while holding onto my arm in apprehension.

"Well, I don't know what effects the trip might have on you, and they may be painful," Demidevimon replied.

"Okay, I'm game." I said, happy that soon I would be reunited with my sons.

"Richard!" Nancy said, clamping down harder on my arm. After gently prying off her arm, I gave her the rest of my money.

"Take yourself home. I want you to relax. I'll come back as soon as possible," I said, softly bruising my lips against hers.

"Follow me then," Demidevimon abruptly said, walking away from us. I feebly waved at Nancy and followed Demidevimon. As we walked, the scenery changed from the chaotic ruins of the city to the forlorn outskirts. We hiked over hills and crossed at least seven shallow streams. The day slowly changed into twilight, making me rethink the whole situation in which I had placed myself. My premature trust in Demidevimon was waning quickly. He just kept walking in one direction, never changing his course. I never deviated from his path. Why am I following this nutcase digimon? I mean, he claims he can go to the digital world, but just keeps walking. I'm tired of the bull he is feeding me.

"I'm stopping," was the sentence I stated, crossing my arms across my chest. Demidevimon stopped his trek, and turned completely. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

"You won't see your sons if you stop," he told me with an evil smirk on his face.

"Oh yes I will, and you are taking me to the digital world right now," I responded, making sure that he understood me perfectly.

"You are going to go..." he started, but was cut off when I easily hoisted him up to face.

"No, you're going to take me now, or else," I said. Demidevimon vainly tried to escape my grasp, but found out that he couldn't escape. He then said,

"There's no reason for any hostility here. We're all friends that..."

"You're no friend of mine! I demand that you take me to the digital world right this instance or...." I threatened, "I'll show you why I was the best soccer player on my high school team!" Demidevimon took a second to nervously gulp, then started to shake in fear. "No answer? Too bad," I said as I prepared to kick Demidevimon with all my strength.

"I think you should stop," a voice suddenly said. In my surprise, I dropped Demidevimon on his head.

"You think you could have been a little gentler?" he cried out.

"Who are you?" I asked, completely ignoring Demidevimon. Demidevimon responded by snorting. The person with the voice spoke again.

"I'm your one -way ticket to digital world," it said. Its voice was gravelly, almost dead - like.

"Really? And all this time I thought this flying bowling bowl was going to take me," I said, grinning at my joke.

"Hey!" Demidevimon protested.

"He did, in his own way. By bringing you here, you now have to chance to go visit Matt and TK," the being answered.

"How do you know who their names?" I inquired, placing myself in a fighting position.

"There's no need to fight, my good man. I've met the digidestined and their digimon several times. We know each other very well," the being said.

"Well, you haven't answered my question. Who are you?" I asked again. "My name? I go by many names. However, you may call me....

Ha!!! I'm not giving up the identity that easily. You readers probably figured out the answer to this mystery already. I could have made this longer, but I decided not to. Part 3 is out already, but… I have to finish it. If any of you are actually reading this, please review. I need reviews; it's like a drug to me!! Plus, I work better knowing that people are actually enjoying this.