Disclaimer: I do NOT own Digimon in any way, shape, or form. It is the sole
property of its respective owners and creators.
IMPORTANT: Read Author's Notes at end of chapter for important information.
Mini-Note: I have been neglecting this story for faaar too long. So I thought I
would put this up so people would not think it was dead. ENJOY!
Arc 1: Rebirth of the Nightmares
Chapter 1: Bleed
The rain fell with a melodious and soothing rhythm. Droplets of water that were
not composed of hydrogen and oxygen, but compressed data given form. The tears
of heaven turned the skies a somber gray and saturated the land in there life-
giving purity.
Atop a majestic cliff overlooking an ocean whose expanse has no end, a single
solitary soul sits. Amidst the sounds of crashing waves, droplets meeting the
ocean, and currents of wind flowing through a sea of air she simply lays there,
staring at the relic of a past that is not long forgotten.
She stared longingly at the lifeless crest in her hand. It was the symbol of
what they were, of the legend that spawned them, of the great task they were
sired to complete. Ever since that Day of Judgment, when the great God of
Destruction emerged from his prison from beyond the firewall, the day they
became saviors for an entire world; their crests have been dead. The light they
should have shined was forever gone, the power they had given them left when
Apocalymon was damned to whatever hell the digital world had.
"But...it glowed once...," She whispered to know one but herself. "Brighter than
I'd ever seen it..."
The memory of her arrival was nothing more than a hazened blur in the recesses
of her mind. She remembered...wanting to get away. She remembered her mind
feeling more jumbled than it had ever been, clogged with new thoughts,
understandings and feelings she had never felt before.
She wanted to scream. Scream until her lungs exploded and her brain was quiet
again.
Then, she was here. Her memory was not permitting her to see what happened, how
it happened, or when. She just knew...she was here. She was here, along with the
rest. All seven, with the same mystified confusion on their faces. She could
have sworn it was all a dream...it just...did not seem real. The things everyone
was saying, the pent-up...everything...they were finally releasing, it all felt
like something her own consciousness was trying to tell her.
Then the sun settled down across the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of
orange and red. The stars appeared, peeking out from their blanket of
everlasting night. Then finally, the moon, the midnight sun shining its pale
luminescence across the world.
What had happened to them, she did not know. What was driving them, she had no
idea. Would she do it again, yes she would.
When the nightfall came, and there were no more words to say, everyone felt that
there was still so much more unsaid; so many things that could not be put into
words. So...they did what they all somehow knew was right, they did what few
people have a full understanding of.
That is when her crest glowed that one time, it shined like a burning star on
earth, seemingly lighting the entire continent.
She knew it could not have been a dream. It was all so real, so vivid, so pure.
The intensity of it...was more than anything else she had felt in her eleven
years of living.
The sound of footsteps broke her out of her reverie. She clasped her hand around
the crest as the person sat down next to her and her eyes moved toward the
horizon beyond the ocean vastness.
"Hard to believe huh," Sora whispered. "I'm still...I still have trouble
believing what..."
A hand reaching over to her cheek interrupted her words. Her head was slowly
turned to look into a pair of orange-red eyes and she saw something swirling
within the liquid depths. What was once a vacant stare at times now contained
something enlightened, something released. Mimi's fingers moved across her face
gradually, feeling every curve and contour that could be felt. They moved across
her cheek, her nose, her lips, all the while Mimi's eyes containing a
questioning look. A look of curiosity that was not child-like, but something
deeper, something that questioned whether what she was feeling was actually
there.
She moved closer, her eyes constantly moving and taking in everything they
possibly could. She eventually came so close that Sora could feel her breath
against her skin. Then, in what felt like an electric shock through Sora's body,
their lips came together. Neither one of them imagined they would be doing it,
yes they had been close friends in the digital world, but it was natural since
they were the only girls on the team for a good while. When they returned
however, they found themselves talking less and less, slowly gravitating away
from each other. That all changed in the span of that single night.
Sora had always known her to be ditz, someone not totally aware of the world
around her at instances, but that person had died a slow and painful death.
Whether Mimi had kept that part of her as a façade or if it was truly genuine
was unknown to Sora. All she knew was that she saw a side of the blonde that she
had no idea existed, and she hoped to God the old one would stay dead and buried
for all eternity.
"You...you are real aren't you...," Mimi murmured as she pulled away only a
scarce few centimeters and narrowed her eyes. "This...isn't a dream...is it?"
"No...it's not...I realize that now," Sora could not pull her eyes away from the
fiery orange depths. "I'm pretty sure I'm lucid right now."
Mimi rested her forehead against Sora's shoulder. Their arms came around each
other and brought them closer.
"I...I'm...going away for a while," Sora finally admitted. "I...think everyone
else is gonna do the same. I don't know how I know...but I think...we all need
to separate for a good...long...while."
"Where...will you go?" Mimi asked, not raising her head.
"I have no idea...," She sighed. "I'm thinking about looking for Biyomon...but I
have no idea where to start looking."
"The digital world looks exactly the same, but I thought...it was supposed to be
reformatting." Mimi said in sound confusion. "How...can we be here?"
"I wish I could tell you," Sora looked to her wrist at the watch she carried.
"The time distortion...is the same as well, but I could've sworn I heard Gennai
saying that it was normal just before we left. He had no reason to lie,
so...could he have been wrong?"
They were both silent. The questions were coming but no answers were following,
and it was beginning to become pointless to ask anymore.
"I'm just...going to pick a direction...and go," Sora explained. "I...want you
to come with me."
"Isn't...this something you should do alone?" She asked, but Sora could hear the
uncertainty in her voice.
"Yeah...maybe," Sora smiled inwardly. "But...you've changed...we all have, and I
like this new you. I...want to get to know it better. And, I admit, I don't
really enjoy being alone, and I know you don't either."
"How long will you be gone...?," Sora did take notice of the word 'you' instead
of 'we'.
"Weeks, months...years maybe," Sora shook her head in indecision. "At
least...with the time distortion still here...it won't seem like much time at
all in the real world."
"You think the others will be gone that long?"
"Maybe. For as long as it takes for us to find...whatever it is we're looking
for." She moved her head to stare at the gray sky. "Whatever it is this place
has done to us...I'm truly thankful for it. It's given us a clarity and an
understanding of things that we wouldn't have for years, and I want to use it as
much as possible."
Mimi released her after a moment and stood up silently. She walked to the very
edge of the cliff, watching the waves and the chaos of the ocean.
"I used to be so scared of the rain," Mimi whispered as she ran a hand through
her hair and pushed the damp strands from her face. "Now...it seems so trivial.
Why would I be afraid of getting wet? It used to know the answer...but now...it
just isn't worth saying anymore. It never was..."
Sora simply watched in quiet observation at this new person speaking. She was so
different from the old Mimi she knew not more than three months ago.
"When do we leave?"
The comment quite blissfully knocked Sora out of her staring.
"Anytime...right now I guess."
Mimi took the crest that was hanging from a necklace in her hand. She stared at
it with the same intensive stare as Sora did hers.
"Right now...sounds perfect," She turned and smiled. "It'll be nice to see
Palmon again."
*~*
That was eight months ago.
Such a vivid memory in my mind...yet I can't imagine remembering anything else.
So much time traveling a world that looks so different...yet has remained the
same. I suppose my viewpoint has changed from that first time. Back then all we
wanted to do was go home, to get away from a world inhabited by bloodthirsty
monsters. Now...I guess now we're actually taking the time to see what we
missed.
property of its respective owners and creators.
IMPORTANT: Read Author's Notes at end of chapter for important information.
Mini-Note: I have been neglecting this story for faaar too long. So I thought I
would put this up so people would not think it was dead. ENJOY!
Arc 1: Rebirth of the Nightmares
Chapter 1: Bleed
The rain fell with a melodious and soothing rhythm. Droplets of water that were
not composed of hydrogen and oxygen, but compressed data given form. The tears
of heaven turned the skies a somber gray and saturated the land in there life-
giving purity.
Atop a majestic cliff overlooking an ocean whose expanse has no end, a single
solitary soul sits. Amidst the sounds of crashing waves, droplets meeting the
ocean, and currents of wind flowing through a sea of air she simply lays there,
staring at the relic of a past that is not long forgotten.
She stared longingly at the lifeless crest in her hand. It was the symbol of
what they were, of the legend that spawned them, of the great task they were
sired to complete. Ever since that Day of Judgment, when the great God of
Destruction emerged from his prison from beyond the firewall, the day they
became saviors for an entire world; their crests have been dead. The light they
should have shined was forever gone, the power they had given them left when
Apocalymon was damned to whatever hell the digital world had.
"But...it glowed once...," She whispered to know one but herself. "Brighter than
I'd ever seen it..."
The memory of her arrival was nothing more than a hazened blur in the recesses
of her mind. She remembered...wanting to get away. She remembered her mind
feeling more jumbled than it had ever been, clogged with new thoughts,
understandings and feelings she had never felt before.
She wanted to scream. Scream until her lungs exploded and her brain was quiet
again.
Then, she was here. Her memory was not permitting her to see what happened, how
it happened, or when. She just knew...she was here. She was here, along with the
rest. All seven, with the same mystified confusion on their faces. She could
have sworn it was all a dream...it just...did not seem real. The things everyone
was saying, the pent-up...everything...they were finally releasing, it all felt
like something her own consciousness was trying to tell her.
Then the sun settled down across the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of
orange and red. The stars appeared, peeking out from their blanket of
everlasting night. Then finally, the moon, the midnight sun shining its pale
luminescence across the world.
What had happened to them, she did not know. What was driving them, she had no
idea. Would she do it again, yes she would.
When the nightfall came, and there were no more words to say, everyone felt that
there was still so much more unsaid; so many things that could not be put into
words. So...they did what they all somehow knew was right, they did what few
people have a full understanding of.
That is when her crest glowed that one time, it shined like a burning star on
earth, seemingly lighting the entire continent.
She knew it could not have been a dream. It was all so real, so vivid, so pure.
The intensity of it...was more than anything else she had felt in her eleven
years of living.
The sound of footsteps broke her out of her reverie. She clasped her hand around
the crest as the person sat down next to her and her eyes moved toward the
horizon beyond the ocean vastness.
"Hard to believe huh," Sora whispered. "I'm still...I still have trouble
believing what..."
A hand reaching over to her cheek interrupted her words. Her head was slowly
turned to look into a pair of orange-red eyes and she saw something swirling
within the liquid depths. What was once a vacant stare at times now contained
something enlightened, something released. Mimi's fingers moved across her face
gradually, feeling every curve and contour that could be felt. They moved across
her cheek, her nose, her lips, all the while Mimi's eyes containing a
questioning look. A look of curiosity that was not child-like, but something
deeper, something that questioned whether what she was feeling was actually
there.
She moved closer, her eyes constantly moving and taking in everything they
possibly could. She eventually came so close that Sora could feel her breath
against her skin. Then, in what felt like an electric shock through Sora's body,
their lips came together. Neither one of them imagined they would be doing it,
yes they had been close friends in the digital world, but it was natural since
they were the only girls on the team for a good while. When they returned
however, they found themselves talking less and less, slowly gravitating away
from each other. That all changed in the span of that single night.
Sora had always known her to be ditz, someone not totally aware of the world
around her at instances, but that person had died a slow and painful death.
Whether Mimi had kept that part of her as a façade or if it was truly genuine
was unknown to Sora. All she knew was that she saw a side of the blonde that she
had no idea existed, and she hoped to God the old one would stay dead and buried
for all eternity.
"You...you are real aren't you...," Mimi murmured as she pulled away only a
scarce few centimeters and narrowed her eyes. "This...isn't a dream...is it?"
"No...it's not...I realize that now," Sora could not pull her eyes away from the
fiery orange depths. "I'm pretty sure I'm lucid right now."
Mimi rested her forehead against Sora's shoulder. Their arms came around each
other and brought them closer.
"I...I'm...going away for a while," Sora finally admitted. "I...think everyone
else is gonna do the same. I don't know how I know...but I think...we all need
to separate for a good...long...while."
"Where...will you go?" Mimi asked, not raising her head.
"I have no idea...," She sighed. "I'm thinking about looking for Biyomon...but I
have no idea where to start looking."
"The digital world looks exactly the same, but I thought...it was supposed to be
reformatting." Mimi said in sound confusion. "How...can we be here?"
"I wish I could tell you," Sora looked to her wrist at the watch she carried.
"The time distortion...is the same as well, but I could've sworn I heard Gennai
saying that it was normal just before we left. He had no reason to lie,
so...could he have been wrong?"
They were both silent. The questions were coming but no answers were following,
and it was beginning to become pointless to ask anymore.
"I'm just...going to pick a direction...and go," Sora explained. "I...want you
to come with me."
"Isn't...this something you should do alone?" She asked, but Sora could hear the
uncertainty in her voice.
"Yeah...maybe," Sora smiled inwardly. "But...you've changed...we all have, and I
like this new you. I...want to get to know it better. And, I admit, I don't
really enjoy being alone, and I know you don't either."
"How long will you be gone...?," Sora did take notice of the word 'you' instead
of 'we'.
"Weeks, months...years maybe," Sora shook her head in indecision. "At
least...with the time distortion still here...it won't seem like much time at
all in the real world."
"You think the others will be gone that long?"
"Maybe. For as long as it takes for us to find...whatever it is we're looking
for." She moved her head to stare at the gray sky. "Whatever it is this place
has done to us...I'm truly thankful for it. It's given us a clarity and an
understanding of things that we wouldn't have for years, and I want to use it as
much as possible."
Mimi released her after a moment and stood up silently. She walked to the very
edge of the cliff, watching the waves and the chaos of the ocean.
"I used to be so scared of the rain," Mimi whispered as she ran a hand through
her hair and pushed the damp strands from her face. "Now...it seems so trivial.
Why would I be afraid of getting wet? It used to know the answer...but now...it
just isn't worth saying anymore. It never was..."
Sora simply watched in quiet observation at this new person speaking. She was so
different from the old Mimi she knew not more than three months ago.
"When do we leave?"
The comment quite blissfully knocked Sora out of her staring.
"Anytime...right now I guess."
Mimi took the crest that was hanging from a necklace in her hand. She stared at
it with the same intensive stare as Sora did hers.
"Right now...sounds perfect," She turned and smiled. "It'll be nice to see
Palmon again."
*~*
That was eight months ago.
Such a vivid memory in my mind...yet I can't imagine remembering anything else.
So much time traveling a world that looks so different...yet has remained the
same. I suppose my viewpoint has changed from that first time. Back then all we
wanted to do was go home, to get away from a world inhabited by bloodthirsty
monsters. Now...I guess now we're actually taking the time to see what we
missed.