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Disclaimer: We don't own Digimon, we never did, and never . . . well maybe we will own it some day when the world is perfect. Then well be rich. Richer than all imaginable mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha . . . ha. Not only that but it would be completely different. In fact it would be . . . oh right, disclaimer : We don't own Digimon, the characters or the surroundings. Unless it's the characters are the one's we made up. Thank you and have a nice day.
A/N: This is dedicated to Ezra who rote a great review, so we decided to focus on the Ezra's favorite part (and one of ours'). This story will make a lot more sense if you do read "From Generation . . . to Generation", but it does not matter because this is a story of it's own. This one is just as sad, or more so, it made us cry while writing it. And if your wondering if we only write stories like this, the answer is no, we have a few projects underway, we just have to finish them, and then type them up, well enjoy. And yes there is a method to our madness, if only we could find out what exactly it was . . . hmm . . . oh well.
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~*~ Eternal Love ~*~
Part 2 : Darkness
"Ahh !," Hikari cried, gripping at her hair.
"Hikari !," Takeru cried. "What is it ?! What's wrong ?! Are you okay ?!"
"I-It's nothing, Keru-chan . . . I'm fine. I just thought . . . "
The children and their digimon were giggling inside. A faint, ' Digiport OPEN !,' could be heard from Musuko Motomiya; Daisuke's son. Their parents were gone
to work.
But Takeru ignored it all, as well as the flash of white light, the excited laughter and yells, and the sudden silence. "You just thought what ?"
" I thought . . . I thought I sensed something."
"What ?"
Hikari's expression was a mixture of sternness and fear. "The Darkness. Or, at least, something dark . . . I'm frightened."
"Oh, Kari-chan," Takeru soothed, and drew her to his arms. "You're just tired. You're shaking ! Awh, come on, Suki. Let's get you inside so you can have a
rest. At least there's peace and quiet enough for a nap now," he smiled as he scooped her up into his arms, and carried her inside.
"Don't talk about the kids that way," Hikari huffed. "Don't you even worry about the twins ?"
"Nope. Never."
"And why not ?"
"They're my sons," Takeru nodded proudly. "And I'm confident in their talents."
"They're just boys. We should be helping them," she said firmly.
"And you should be resting."
"You're not worried at all, are you ?!," she gasped.
"Into bed, now. That's it," he cooed.
Hikari folded her arms. "Well, I ALWAYS worry," she pouted, as she was lowered onto the bed.
"And you shouldn't. You'll make yourself sick that way. And we can't have that now, can we ? Not with their little sister on the way. And, just think, they've got
Taichi and Yamato's genes in them. So, combined together, imagine how over protective they'll be over her when she's born; ESPECIALLY if she's anything at all
like you."
Hikari rolled her eyes, and flopped onto her back with exasperation.
Takeru gave that closed eye smile of his, and laughed inwardly. "You're cute," he smiled, and looked lovingly at her as he drew the covers up around her,
brushed her bangs to the side, and gently kissed her forehead. "Pleasant dreams . . ."
~*~
The man in the gray suit and dark sunglasses flipped open his black cell phone as he swung into his vehicle. "Hey."
"Hey," answered a gruff voice over the phone. It was the man parked just outside the university where Taichi and Koushiro were.
"I got them all . . . except for the leader."
"Taichi, I know. I've been following him all morning, Boss. He's in the university."
"Where ?"
"Tokyo."
The first thought for a moment. " . . . Take care of him."
"Me ?! B-but . . . "
"Do you want to be at an equal level with a monster freak ?! Do you want to work with a pet ?! Or have your kids go to school with 'em ! They're dangerous,
Akurei. Even a Rookie level could kill a guy. Imagine the chaos !"
"I know that. But, Akuma . . ."
"No 'buts', Akurei. Don't be such a wimp. Think of your family. He's only a man. Kill him, and peace will fail. You'll be able to protect your wife and daughters."
Akurei's memory flashed back to his son; Junshin; Innocent. He'd only been four years old. How could a four year old know any better. He and his Punimon
were just playing fetch with the family dog. He threw a rock, and accidentally hit a Mushroomon. ' FUNGUS CRUNCHER !,' . . . and it was all over. Of course he
knew that a Rookie could kill. And the Punimon didn't protect Junshin. Of course not. There wasn't any time. No one; not Punimon, not the dog, not even Akurei
could have reached the boy in time. But a part of Akurei blamed the two digimon, . . . so that he wouldn't have to feel the pain and guilt . . . only the rage.
Akurei was his code name 'Demon, ' it meant. The others; his group, . . . they felt his pain. Every member had been wronged by these 'digital monsters ' and
hated them for it. Akuma was different; Devil. He hated digimon the most of all, though he never spoke of why. That's why he was their leader.
But Akuma was not there- only Akurei- He alone held the fate of the leader of the Chosen Children in his clutches.
"It is your unmei, Akurei," Akuma urged to his second in command.
"My destiny," Akurei breathed.
"Take care of Taichi . . . and I'll back you up when I can . . . Akurei ?"
He sighed, flipped open a pair of dark shades with the flick of a wrist, and slid them on. "I'll do the job," he said simply, and clicked his cell phone shut. He cared
nothing for peace, and he knew little of Taichi Yagami . . . if only he knew . . .
Akurei emerged from his dark vehicle wearing casual clothes - a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and (of course) the dark sunglasses.
He made his way inside . . .
~*~
Taichi and Koushiro emerged from the cafeteria, and trekked down the hall. "All the hallway is bare. What's up ?"
Koushiro laughed inwardly. "Classes are going on. Most everyone is either in class, or as far off campus as they can get ! Don't you remember university ?!"
"Ahh, yes," Taichi sighed with a grin. "Yamato and I were the ones as far off campus as possible half the time."
The two laughed out loud.
Koushiro elbowed him playfully. "Goof !"
"Brain !"
"Dork !"
"Geek !"
"Dufus !"
"Savant !" Taichi smiled triumphantly.
Koushiro paused, "Paramecium !"
"Something very . . . very . . . tiny ?," Taichi shrugged; grinning questioningly.
Koushiro erupted with laughter. But he slowly stopped. Taichi wasn't laughing anymore. "What is it, Yagami ?"
"Let's get out of here, Izumi."
"How come ?"
"Something's coming," he said gravely.
" . . . What ?," Koushiro breathed.
Suddenly, a tone sounded, and their eyes widened in horror. "THAT !," Taichi gulped; his voice cracking as he spoke.
"Run . . . NOW!," Koushiro cried as he grasped hold of Taichi's hand, and pulled him along, into a nearby hallway, where they ' ducked for cover ' from the
stampede . . .
" . . . Well, . . . classes are out," Taichi laughed weakly. "At least we know we can go home now."
"I usually just hide behind my desk, and await the silence. Then I know it's safe; the mob has left. But this leads deeper into the heart of campus, and no one uses
it. So this is a safety mechanism for between classes, slots off, and lunch."
"Speaking of which, you wanna grab a bite before we start we start heading ?"
Koushiro sweatdropped. "But we just ate !"
"Yeah, but thinking of food always makes me hungary."
"At least your stomach hasn't changed at all," Koushiro mumbled.
"What was that ?"
"Oh, nothing; n-nothing at all."
"Not you. I heard that. And I'll get you for it later."
"Damm."
"But, . . . listen. Do you hear that, or is it just me ?"
Koushiro listened for a moment. "Negative. I don't hear a thing. What is it that you hear ?"
"Thunder . . . I think . . . booms . . . like explosions, or something."
"You're going nuts, Taichi. Unless . . .," he winked, "Hikari's not the only Yagami mystic in Tokyo."
"Shh," Taichi hushed sternly. "Listen," he urged.
They'd stopped walking.
Koushiro eyed the terrain. " . . . Footsteps ?"
"Coming from . . . THERE !"
The two whirled around . . . to see that it was only Shuu Kido. "Bye, Taichi. See you tomorrow, Professor Izumi."
"Later, Shuu," the two sighed with relief; laughing nervously at themselves.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
"Look out ! . . . Koushiro, you okay ?"
Koushiro looked at the dent in the wall where the bullet had impacted. "Arigatou, Taichi; thank you. You saved my life."
Shuu bolted back inside. "What's going on in here ?! AH !," he cried out as three bullets lodged themselves into both his legs and his left arm.
Koushiro and Taichi crouched lower to the floor as more bullets whizzed above their heads.
June darted in through two main doors at the end of the hallway. She gasped. "No . . . SHUU !," she cried.
Koushiro silenced her with a glare as she knelt down beside her husband. She, being round a corner, was out of range. "June ? June ?! Get him outta here,"
Koushiro whispered.
"We owe it to Joe," Taichi said firmly, yet quietly. "Now, get going."
"But . . .," June whimpered; her brown eyes shaking with tears.
"You want Shuu to bleed to death ?!," Taichi snapped.
"No . . ."
"Then go," Koushiro nodded to her.
June's cheek grew a light crimson as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I can't loose my dear Shuu-chan . . . but . . . I . . . I can't just leave you here . . . Coffee . . .
We were all going out for coffee," she gasped.
"Sounds great. Bring me back some. It'll help me with my nerves," Taichi joked.
"No," June huffed. "Joe, Daisuke, Sora, and Yamato are in the trooper. We're car pooling, and we were going out for coffee. They'll know what to do ! I'll go
get them ! They can help us !"
Koushiro smiled warmly at the thought of help.
But Taichi's eyes widened with horror. "No ! It won't help !," he yelled. "If they come then they'll get hurt ! No !!! I won't risk it."
"Well, where is the shooter ?," June asked.
"Around the corner. You two are out of range," Koushiro explained. "But if we stand up, then he'll shoot us."
"Koushiro's right. We'd be easier targets that way. It's harder to shoot at, and hit us this way," Taichi nodded. "It's all a matter of strategy. We'll get out of this.
After all, we're part of the original eight chosen children," he winked. "We'll be just fine. Just go, and help Shuu. After all, you don't want to endanger three lives,
now do you ?"
June placed a hand on her belly. "You're right, Taichi. Just stay safe, Boys !"
"We will," Koushiro nodded.
June smiled, and began to drag Shuu down the hall . . .
To Be Continued . . .