Digimon does not belong to me, I'm just borrowing the characters. Please R/R. This is my first story in two years and it is the first fanfic I'll ever written. I dedicate this to Christi Morelei who wrote "WITH AN IRON FIST- THE KAIYAKO SERIES" which gave me the idea to write this story.
He walked down the darken street as blood dripped from his arm. His sweat mingled with his black-violet hair on his forehead as he clutched the gash with his hand. He gazed ahead, not really caring where he was going. All he could think about was what he had seen the past few days: Monsters. To be more precise: Digimon. Just like when he was a child with Hiroki Hida. He thought about Hiroki and how much he wanted him here to see everything that was going on. The wound painfully throbbed as he continued to wallow in his loneliness and sorrow.
About an hour ago, he had watched a couple of digimon battle each other, when all of a sudden; bats flew at him covering the sky with their black fur and wings. He ran from them but unfortunately he had fallen and cut his arm on something. He quickly got back up on to his feet and continued to run until the bats gave up on their chase. But during his flight, he had lost quite a bit of blood.
"Oh Hiroki, you should have seen it" he breathed.
Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes as he remembered his lost friend, when something caught his eye. The fog that was covering the city in the last few days was lifting, reveling the sky. Yet it wasn't the sky, it looked liked someone had ripped the sky into pieces showing off another world beyond it. Mountain peaks and treetops littered the heavens, except that everything was upside down. The man stared in awe at the vision of another world. Finally the tears streamed down his face when he realized what he was staring at. It was the Digital World.
Suddenly, lights in different colors shone down from the sky. Within it, he could make out the figures of eight children. Another realization had hit him: these children were going to the Digital World!
He raised both hands in the air, despite the pain in his arm and shouted "Take me with you!"
Across the river from where the man stood, a dark cloud was struggling to keep itself from dispersing altogether.
"Blasted children," it thought, "I'll get even with them."
Not long ago, eight children called the Digi-destined had done this to him in hopes of destroying his evil, but it just made him angry. They had no right to deny him of ruling this world and the Digital World or anything that he wanted.
"I'll get revenge on those Digi-destined, I'll get revenge on all the Digi-destined if it's the last thing I'll ever do. They haven't defeated me just yet. I'll be back, once I find a new body, then they'll pay for all my sufferings."
A cry was heard not very far away, where the dark cloud spotted a black haired man with his arms stretched out to the sky. The Darkness sensed that this body had lost a lot of blood and could die if the wound wasn't dressed soon.
"The perfect body." The spirit thought as it descended towards the man.
He was getting quite dizzy from the blood loss and figured that he should go somewhere to get help, but before he could move, a cold feeling washed over him. He panicked as he tried to make his body move but the Darkness will not allow it. The man wanted to scream as he felt the stinging coldness seep into his injury. He could feel it attacking his insides like a thousand needles. His body ached while his mind screamed for everything to stop. He sensed the Darkness flowing in his veins, making its way to every inch of his body, slowly working from the bottom up. Just before it began to attach itself to his brain, he felt himself fall to the ground. Despite all the pain in his body, he sensed that his cut was healing.
As his body laid on the ground, agonizing in pain, he truly felt as if he was dying. "I'll be with you soon Hiroki, just wait." Said Oikawa Yukio as he closed his eyes and let the Darkness take over.
I also want to say that the idea of "the spirit" going into Oikawa's body belongs to Anne Rice, author of "Interview with the Vampire", "The Vampire Lestat", "Queen of the Damn" and many other books about vampires and witches.