Author's Notes: Thanks for the tips Kyer! I hope I get it right this time. BTW, when are you going to get the Next Chapter of Knight of the Wizardmon done? Anyway, I got to the fifth chapter! If people are still reading this, I'll be happy. On with the fic! ~ Laserlight

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon! I own Mahou and Chikaramon.

~ Tale Of The Flute, Gatomon's Journey ~

"Yeah! The beach!" Chikaramon exclaimed. The pale green digimon hastily took off her boots and gloves and made a mad dash towards the ocean. Gatomon purred as she felt the sand between her toes. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, even the breeze seemed to be happy. Wizardmon sat near the water listening to the tranquil waves.

"You know Gatomon, it's been a long time since I've felt this peaceful." He mumbled. Gatomon nodded.

"I know." She lied down and watched the cerulean skies.

"What's it like to die?" She nonchalantly asked. Wizardmon lied down beside her. His eyes squinted in remembrance and pain.

"Cold. It was void of any light. Nothing really existed except for pain and sorrow. There was nothing but wandering souls. Now that I think about it, there was one that looked almost exactly like Mahou."

"Where is Mahou anyway?" She asked. She sat up and glanced around. The figure sitting the farthest away from the group was Mahou. Her eyes looked distant.

"She's thinking about something." He mentioned. Gatomon mockingly glared at him.

"Are you still reading other peoples thoughts without permission?" Wizardmon laughed.

"No, General Gatomon, just observing."

Chikaramon glided through the deep water with ease. She twirled a couple of times and made a loop.

"God, I love the water." She thought. She made more elaborate moves before glancing around.

"Something is missing…" She took another glance. The ocean appeared normal. Lots of different plants, seashells… She realized immediately and swam to shore.

"Hey guys! There's no fish!" She shouted. Everyone gathered around.

"Are you sure?" Gatomon asked. Chikaramon nodded.

"Not a fish in sight."

"I've been studying this ocean myself because of that." A voice replied. The group turned to see an owl digimon. His small eyes bore into theirs.

"How rude of me! My name is Saitokumon. Ever since I have come here, I've been studying this ocean. It seems that some energy barrier is blocking them from coming in."

A cold laugh came from behind them.

"You fools! Do you think anything could possibly live in the black ocean?" Both Gatomon and Wizardmon recognized that voice. They reluctantly met the sight of Myotismon.

"How…" Gatomon spat. She couldn't get the rest out. The one standing before her, whom she and the digidestined had killed TWICE was standing before her again. Wizardmon gripped his staff and shot death glares at the corrupt digimon. Chikaramon had sensed the feelings and also took a defensive position. Saitokumon had noticed the others and stood back. But Mahou, she was enraged beyond words. Her claw like hands were tightened in fists so hard that her palms bled. Her normally white dress was now a shade of dark crimson, soon turning black. Her catlike ears were flattened against her head. And her eyes were filled with hate. Before anyone had time to react, she pulled out her sword and pinned Myotismon to the ground. Everyone was shocked; let alone Myotismon who was practically stunned by the reaction.

"YOU! GIVE ME ONE SEMI-DECENT REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU NOW!" she bellowed. The dress she wore was pitch black and was getting darker by the second. Everyone around her stepped back.

"Wh-who a-a-re you?" He managed to get out. The shock made him stutter. The sword wasn't really helping either.

"Don't give me that crap! I know you saw me, just as I saw you! Just before you killed Blackwargreymon! Just before poor Oikawa had almost regained his body! You made many suffer, yet you do not know who they are?" She had lowered her voice a little, but her rage only increased as she pressed the sword against his neck.

Myotismon only smirked.

"Ah yes, the spirit who possessed Blackwargreymon. How was it like to feel your friend die before your eyes, and in his body?" He laughed evilly as Mahou had started to shed tears. She pressed the sword against his neck harder. Blood started to trickle out as he laughed.

"I did not possess his body! I merely occupied his mind. He did not deserve to die! He deserved the answers he wanted!"

"I gave him answers! I told him he was created by me! I told him that he was created to destroy!"

"You lied! He was not created to destroy! I know it!"

"Then why did he destroy the destiny stones?"

Mahou didn't answer. Her eyes were filled with sadness and confusion, still filled with rage. Her dress was now a dark blue. She removed the sword from his neck and rammed it through his heart. He resolved into bits, leaving nothing but a weeping Mahou with her sword holding her up.