Legal Poo: I don't own digimon. Hell, I wish I did 'cuz I'd get rich but I don't. I'm writing this fic without their permission and neither wind nor rain nor bloodsucking lawyer will get in my way. On the other hand, the new stuff I write into this fic is mine and it'll always be. You can write about it if you ask me first though. And b4 y'all ask me whether this is Takari or Daikari, I don't know, it could go either way. =P
Blade of Destiny
Chapter I: The Crystal Sword
The great fortress Aachadon rose above its surroundings, a truncated pyramid of ancient black marble masonry. The construct towered above all else in the area, lying on the horizon, it blotted out the sun where it attempted to rise and seemed to emit dark clouds that shrouded the sky from all warmth. All that was viewed with it in the background seemed stained with darkness from the inky blots on the trees' watercolor to the gray and black that marred the brown dirt that floored much of the digital world.The area is silent as the vast majority of digimon in the area had long since fled. All that stirred upon the dark flagstones of the fortress exterior were tufts of grayed grass, ruffling under the direction of uneven gusts of wind. The air was as chilled as the smooth black surface of the
Quite suddenly, the ground shook with the ferocity of an earthquake, cracking the flagstones past the ways they were already cracked. The trees rumbled and swung about wildly under the combined force of wind and earth. Near the edge of the trees, multiple holes opened from the ground, toppling timber and revealing more than a few digimon apparently in a grouped assault despite some of their alignment differences.
A lone humanoid figure stepped forward from the fortress. A face that looked almost human aside from the crimson red eyes. Black hair, streaked with flaming red and flowing black cloak blowing in the wind finished off the image. Even as he descended the steps from the entrance, the wind seemed to still in awe.
"Well well…"
The dark figure observed the various digimon appearing before it. His gaze wandered from Tyrannomon to Kiwimon, Apemon, Musyamon, Cyclonemon, a pack of Monochromon and even Andromon. The Monochromon, giant metallic rhinoceroses had burrowed through the ground from some distance off to land here. The only thing important enough held within Aachadon to cause this amount of cooperation among digimon usually poorly disposed to each other made it obvious what it was they wanted.
"What have we here? Fools picking just the moment Aachadramon and the other guardians are not present. I wasn't aware we were this fear inspiring."
"Cut it with your senseless talk. You know exactly what we're here for." Apemon growled. The yellow furred monkey digimon was already brandishing its bone stick, ready to fight.
"You would be well advised to hand over the sword now or we will be forced to…" Andromon was interrupted by the lone figure who was the size of a normal human and as such, apparently much smaller than the metal armored ultimate.
"You can have the Destiny Blade, over my dead, dissipated data."
"As you wish, Fraramon." They shouted in as close to unison as they could manage.
"Pummel Peck!"
"Arm Bomber!"
Kiwimon, the ancient and flightless bird and Cyclonemon, the yellow skinned dragon launched the first attacks.
"Wall of Fire." At that order, Fraramon calmly retaliated with a glowing shield of flames, dissipating the projectiles. The ultimate digimon of Aachadon came out unscathed.
"Heat Katana." Fraramon became a blazing streak of fiery light. The digimon turned comet dashed forward, tearing up the flagstones as he moved at impossible speeds and struck mercilessly. He blew past both Cyclonemon and Kiwimon and when he stopped, it became apparent he held a pulsing red blade of fire in his black gloved hands. With surprised yelps, both Cyclonemon and Kiwimon dissipated, to be reconfigured and reborn at some point in the future.
"VOLCANIC STRIKE!" A fast but damn casual looking leap high into the air brought Fraramon out of harms way as a line of pyrotechnics materialized where he once stood, courtesy of the gang of Monochromon. Musyamon, the virus samurai followed him into the air.
"Blaze Blast!"
"Shogun Sword!"
"Heat Katana!"
The Blaze Breath from Tyrannomon struck dead on. Fraramon didn't even blink as he charged through the fire attack fairly untouched and brought his flaming blade to bear against Musyamon's upwards stroke. A roar of pain and Musyamon was wiped out in the mid-air exchange.
"I'll handle him." Andromon said in his relatively monotone voice as it charged Fraramon upon his landing lightly on the flagstones. "You guys get the Blade and escape as quickly as you can!"
Andromon's tackle was strong, being an ultimate level and technically, fairly equally matched with the infamous Fraramon but the humanoid ultimate digimon hadn't been sticking around Aachadon for its scenery. The stone slabs cracked beneath the impact as the two collided. Andromon went flying backwards through the air but managing to land on his feet with some warping in his arm armor in the shape of Fraramon's gloved hands. Fraramon was shoved back a few inches.
"Mega Bone Stick!"
The bone struck home dead on the chest and sent Fraramon reeling backwards, not terribly damaged but winded and staggering. Tyrannomon fired another blast and Fraramon's defense sprang into being just in time and deflected the attack, sending the ball of flames into the forest and knocking some of the scenery down.
"Lightning Blade!"
"Heat Katana!"
Back against the wall of the fortress, Fraramon was not about the give up. The flaming blade went flying against the sparkling one and the two exploded in mid air. By the time the smoke cleared, Fraramon was gone, running through the interior of the fortress, panting as he moved to catch up with Apemon and the Monochromon. Following instructions, they were rapidly making their way to the central chamber where the Destiny Blade, an object that had caused more than a few conflicts in the digi-world, now lay.
Glancing back, Apemon saw Fraramon quickly gaining on them. Seeing his concern, two Monochromon stayed and attempted to tackle Fraramon. The digimon leapt over them and quickly disposed of them with his Heat Katana. Likewise, Apemon's bone stick was rapidly getting rid of Bakemon that attempted to move against him.
"Lightning Blade!"
"Blaze Blast!"
The attacks streaked down the long, straight hall from the entrance, coming forward as they closed in on their target. Cursing the attackers, Fraramon flung a Heat Katana randomly backwards and fortunately for him, he took only minor damage, having his own attack absorb the brunt of them but now, Apemon and the remaining three Monochromon were drawing ahead. He knew he would be far too late and just Andromon and Tyrannomon alone seemed to be giving him more than he could handle already.
"Gatling Attack!"
Fraramon turned to receive the rockets smack in the stomach. With a grunt, he was blown aside, heavily battered. The explosions rocked the corridor, causing a shower of dust and smashed pieces of the stone roofing above. The dust dissipated slowly as the echoes rebounded distantly down the dark and dismal hall. Shaking debris from his hair, Fraramon got back up and kept on going, taking the heat from another Blaze Blast along the way. Soon, he reached the central chamber. The obsidian walls glistened in the faint candle light. However, their shine was dull in comparison to the object held delicately upright on an alter in the center which Apemon was rapidly approaching, his back protected by two Monochromon. The yellow furred primate leapt forward and grabbed the crystal sword from its alter. Fraramon entered the chamber fully just moments later.
"Drop it. Drop it now." The digimon said in a threatening tone. With a sudden clenching of gloved fists, bright flames formed on the hands, preparing for a good double Heat Katana.
"Just try it!!" With a rumble, Tyrannomon and Andromon arrived in the chamber. Tyrannomon, though the weaker of the two, towered to the chamber's roof, its head scraping the stone roof. Andromon clanked forward as well.
"Five on one odds." Apemon reported the monkey unnecessarily. "I suggest you give up now and leave quietly. We will not allow evil digimon to remain in control of the digi-world's future!"
"As I said." Fraramon replied. "Over my dead, dissipated data!" His answer was punctuated as the flames on his hands erupted more brightly than ever. Despite the outnumbering, the digimon was prepared to fight it out to the end.
"Heat Katana!"
Before anyone could react, Fraramon had reduced the remaining Monochromon to shattering data and turned to deal with his three remaining foes.
"Mega Bone Stick!"
"Blaze Blast!"
Fraramon's arm came up and blocked the blow easily enough, despite Apemon's efforts to press the attack. Tyrannomon joined in with blaze blast, sending a constant stream of fire at Fraramon, who held it off with Wall of Fire.
"Fireseal!"
With a massive burst of energy, Fraramon seemed to explode, knocking both champion digimon away from him. The crystal Blade of Destiny was knocked from Apemon's hands and landed in the corner of the chamber. Landing lightly from his attack, Fraramon dove for it and dropped it again as a Lightning Blade attack hit him, eliciting a grunt of pain and a roll out of the way of another Blaze Blast. Andromon retrieved the sword from the floor.
"I said drop it!!!" Fraramon yelled as he formed another Heat Katana. The arc of fire flew through the air and hit Andromon, causing a roar of pain. The attack melted most of the forward armor off, nearly slicing the android in two. With more yells of their attacks however, the two champion digimon were still going at it. Heat Katana dissipated the Blaze Blast. The bone stick caught Fraramon on the side of the head, knocking him flying to impact against an obsidian wall. Slowly, he staggered back to his feet and then down to a knee again, breathing hard.
Just then, before the battle could continue further, the roof of the building collapsed into a smattering shower of rock and destroyed brick. A dripping wet digimon, quickly descended through the hole with an evil laugh that was just all too classical.
"Who the heck…"
"Me? Why I'm Miremon of course!" Replied the digimon. The creature brought with it as it entered, the foul smell of dead water and festering swampland. The dripping water emanated from its body which seemed entirely composed of mud and peat. The thick foggy front now rolling in outside did not seem so much a coincidence. "I really must thank you all for playing your parts so well! Understand that even if he were alone, I would have been a poor match at best for Fraramon. The same for you, Andromon." He rumbled delightedly, addressing the fallen android. "So, thank you for coming so close to killing each other for me and thank you all," He said with a pause as he grabbed the blade. "for the Destiny Blade."
"Hold it there you…"
A rather lame comeback, Fraramon though as he said those words. He managed, just barely, to stand up and confront the muddy monstrosity.
"MAGNITUDE!"
The attack involved Miremon slamming its twelve some tons of body weight on the ground and it shook the very earth, knocking everyone down again and causing the stonework of the roof to fall upon them, burying everyone in a deep layer of rubbing. Laughing wickedly though perhaps a few scales lower than the average evil, Miremon disappeared into the depths of the earth. A light drizzle fell on the ruined scene of Aachadon that seemed to reflect the mood of the place far better even than the perpetual grayness.
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The ground in an unknown corner of the digital world opened up to allow Miremon exit from its underground domain. The cavern he had appeared in was completely dark save for a faint ambient glow from the center of the chamber. If one looked closely enough, one could make out the spherical framework that surrounded a socket very similar in shape to the blade Miremon now held. Then, from out of nowhere, a voice spoke loudly, echoing distinctly off the walls of the cavern and turning a voice of unknown nature into a strong, mysterious and commanding voice. Its source was too rarely shown for Miremon to know exactly who it was except that whomever was behind the voice registered as far more powerful than he.
"I see you have the object which I require. You have done well, Miremon-mon-mon…"
"Thank you, lord!"
"Put the object in the socket at the center-ter-ter-ter!!!"
Obediently, Miremon reverently produced the Blade of Destiny, the sword that had caused more than a few disputes of more than two sides in the digital world, and the object it had acquired for its lord. Handling it carefully, for the near perfectly transparent crystal blade seemed able and willing to shatter at any moment, Miremon placed the sword into the socket that fit it perfectly. As it entered its place, a blinding light flared from the sword, compelling Miremon to drop the object as it developed a burning touch. As bright radiance flooded the chamber, Miremon got a brief glimpse at the figure of his master before the light engulfed him in glaring luminance and he knew no more…
"Ahh…at last, after four years of searching, I have done it…I have found this, the world's failsafe…"
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Thunder rumbled as bright lightning flashed across the sky, leaping from cloud to cloud in the furious dance of atmospheric static. The high winds drove rain to lash against bending trees as traffic fought its way down the soaking roads. The torrential falling water smashed mercilessly on pavement and rooftops, tearing at leaning and wildly waving trees and lashing against the glass of windows. The Typhoon had only just begun striking at full force this afternoon but since it didn't do much to indoor parties, the interior of South Odaiba Public High School was well populated despite the hour as expected on account of the formal dance being hosted.
Davis looked absolutely ridiculous in a suit. The suit was quite the formal thing. All black with a white shirt underneath. It was in fact just a school uniformed in a different color. The usual strangling tie and decidedly uncomfortable pants finished the outfit. At this point, the one single objective that held matter was to impress Kari and to Davis, it seemed that the suit was definitely not as conductive to that goal compared to his usual flaming jacket. The original was far too small now, but naturally, Jun had managed it to find an exact copy in the appropriate size.
Scanning the room, Davis failed to find the girl he'd had a crush on for the longest time. Fortunately, TK (or was it TE?) wasn't immediately noticed. The guy had grown to a fairly impressive height to fit his basketball playing (in contrast to Davis, the soccer man who remained short) and even among large numbers of others, he should have been fairly easy to spot. Instead, Davis found another two people of interest.
"Hey Ken, Yolei! Over here!" Davis shouted over the noise of music. Apparently, the students organizing what the administration defined as a 'formal dance' weren't very interested in anything formal when it came to music and having huge stereos destroying eardrums the school over seemed quite ludicrous with everyone in dress shirts and dresses. Somehow though, the two heard him or saw him and Yolei came forward, dragging Ken along who was everything short of kicking and screaming.
The poor boy was pale with fright, his countenance nearly matched the paint on the walls. Ken definitely looked more at home in a suit than Davis. However, he had also never quite grown to be a very social person and attending this event (which quite contrasted with his usual quiet and relative solidarity) had been very much against his better judgement. This had prompted Yolei to drag him along forcefully in an attempt get him to 'have some fun'.
"Hey Ken, what's wrong?"
"Don't worry Davis, he's just a little nervous." Yolei said, smiling back cheerfully. One look at Ken was sufficient to determine that 'little' was quite the grand understatement.
"Yolei, I really don't think…"
"Nonsense! Just give this a try. I'm telling you, you'll have tons of fun, maybe you'll even get to know some girl and…"
"No, no Yolei. I'm telling you, this is a bad idea, I-woaaaahhhhhh…"
Ken's voice trailed off as he was shoved forcefully by Yolei into the throng. Davis looked worriedly into the mass of people and Yolei was just grinning until moments later, Ken had extricated himself from the crowd.
"Ken!" Yolei said in annoyance. "You're supposed to stay in there and meet people and…"
"Later Yolei, we've got an emergency!" He yelled over the noise, and showed them the D-Terminal he continued to carry around.
Digital World Emergency. Get to a computer near a phone and call NOW."
-Izzy
"The Digi-World again? I thought we finished that up years ago!"
"Well apparently something's gone wrong with it again, we have to get to the computer lab quick!"
"Man! Every couple of years, something happens to it. You'd think the digital world is my sister's car or something…" Davis complained as they disappeared down the hallway.