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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.

This chapter is VERY short, actually we think it is the shortest chapter in the whole story. Thanks to the people who have given review's so far. And from this point on the story becomes a real tear jerker so be worned. Also if any thing is typed in wrong it is because I Gildi am crying wile typing. Told you it was a tear jerker *sniffs* . . . Oh before I forget this story has 10 chapters . . . I think . . .

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~*~ Eternal Love ~*~


Part 4: Akuma's arrival


" . . . NEVER ! ! !"

Taichi and Akurei dodged a series of bullets. "A - Akuma !," Akurei sputtered.

"Akuma ? Isn't he that leader of your's !"

"Akurei, surely you have not forgotten where it is that you loyalties lie, now, have you ?," Akuma purred.

"No, Sir," Akurei sighed; and stepped up besides his leader.

"Just remember, Akurei, . . . it's his fault that your son is dead. He ALONE brought the digimon to this world. He's the one who must be dealt with. Avenge your

son !"

"Junshin . . . " Suddenly, Akurei's eyes clouded over with the darkness of anger and hate. His tone was cold and harsh. "HIS fault . . . THEIR fault . . . NOT

MINE . . . YOU ! ! !," he boomed, and charged Taichi.

He tried to derend himself against Akurei's onslaught; while (at the same time) attempt to dodge the hail of bullets being fired by Akuma. Pain shot through his

stabbed shoulder. He looked about frantically for help, but he was alone; A part of him was glad to be. Still, he found himself thiinking of his son, his family, his

friends, and loved ones. "Sora . . ., " he breathed.

No. No, he couldn't die. Not like THIS. Not weak, out numbered, and alone. The death of a Chosen Child leader should either be glorious in his youth, or

peaceful with age. Not like this.

Taichi's dark brown eyes were hard and focussed. His digivice went off; bleeping furiously. He drew in his breath, threw back his head, and let out a desparate

call. "AGUMON ! ! ! ! ! ! . . . . "



To Be Continued . . .