Book One, Chapter Two: History of Blood
Disclaimer: The standard. I don't own Digimon Tamers or Digimon Adventure.
The Fan Made character Skull Renamon is the creation of Mike Reynolds.
Noble Kale/The Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze/Zarathos/Ghost Rider, Vengeance,
Galactus, The Living Tribunal, The Beyonder, Infinity, Thor, Odin, and
The Phoenix are the property of Marvel Comics. All WWF, WCW, and ECW names,
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Author's Notes: This is probably gonna be the longest chapter yet. I'm
gonna try to answer a few things right off the bat starting with the reviews
I got for the last two chapters:
Peter Kim: Is Guilmon still alive? Why isn't Takato avenging Guilmon?
You're going to see that answered in this chapter. The answers may surprise you. So take a seat and prepare yourself.
Digidestined of Courage: Curiosity abounds near here-what happened to Ruki and Renamon, anyway?
Heh. THAT will have to wait till Chapter three at the very least, so I hope you can wait.
KevenEC: A rather, how shall I put it, unique, that's it, unique outtake on the Tamers world, that's for sure. A bit short, so I'll reserve judgement until I see more. One thing if you could, could you detail the glowing scar a bit more, what it looks like and all? This had better be a hell for them to make them change so much.
I was wondring if I was going to be asked that. Simply put, that's
not a scar. But the design comes from Volume 2 of the Ghost Rider, the
1990's series, and the design can be found here:
http://members.aol.com/warwolf243/Medallion.jpg
Ignore the gold sections, the glowing markings are in fact the black
parts of the medallion, and there's yet another reason why there is a notice
about not owning the Ghost Rider.
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It was the not knowing that got to him. Emiko Kaneko
was a very diginified woman in her early thirties. He still found it hard
to believe that she was Ruki Makino's grandmother, but after meeting Sen
Makino, and learning that Ruki had been born when Sen was just sixteen,
shed new light on the situation. Of course, it didn't make him any less
nervous, even with his 'abilities'. While she could not hope to do the
kind of things he could, she had a self-confidence he had always lacked,
and which he now could find only on the field of combat, with the thrill
of the fight rushing through him. He walked slower than he usually did.
he did not particularly enjoy the thought of meeting with her. Mainly because
of his feelings for her granddaughter, which neither she nor Ruki herself
would ever know about.
And whose fault is that, you super-powered
freak?
Of course, this thought was nothing
new to him, as he shared the general opinion that others had of him. he
was indeed a freak. Whatever he was, it wasn't human, but neither was it
Digital. Yet only he and Skull Greymon were the true fighters of the Resistence.
While ordinary humans did what they could, the truly dangerous missions
were left to them. Not that he was surprised. Skull Greymon could deal
with most Digimon as if they were toys to be thrown around. And Takato....well,
let's just say that only Godzilla himself could sustain more punishment
and survive, and Godzilla was a fictional character from the movies! Takato
still found it amazing what had happened that first day. he could have
sworn he had become the butt end of some insane cosmic joke....
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Four months, Three Days previous
"You fools! You dare to oppose the Soverign One,
and his Chosen? You, human, shall be destroyed utterly. And You",
Vajramon said, sneering at Growlmon... "You will become the ultimate living
example of what happens to those who would betray all Digimon, and side
with humans! Just as your compatriot did. DATA BLADE!" The
two barely dodged the attack in time. Growlmon to the right, Takato to
the left. Before them, the ox/centaur Digimon Vajramon simply grinned maliciously.
The Ultimate level Deva was enjoying this. Guilmon's abilities, while vastly
unknown at this point, had quickly become legend in the circle of the Devas.
He had defeated several Digimon of the Champion level at the Rookie
stage. That in itself wasn't very spectaular, as the Digimon named Renamon
was also capable of it, but Guilmon seemed to possess a killing rage the
fox Digimon had lacked, and there were times when not even Takato had been
able to fully keep him in control. He had also been able to defeat Mihiramon,
by digivolving up to a form called MegaGrowlmon, which appeared to be his
Ultimate stage. But whatever it was that allowed him to do so, be it the
boy Takato, or some other force entirely, he seemed incapable of doing
so now. He had been fighting the dinosaur type for the better part of ten
minutes, and the best he had done was Growlmon. While he had no doubt that
against an ordinary Ultimate, Growlmon may have been more than sufficient,
he was not an ordinary Ultimate. He was almost insulted. Guilmon
was spoken of with respect by many a Digimon, both for his mysterious origins,
fierce fighting powers, and killer instinct. Yet he was as like unto a
toy to Vajramon!
"Is this all I can expect from the vaunted Growlmon?
I expected more from one who has managed to carve a legend for himself
into the Digital World!" He taunted.
"Growlmon, we need to put this guy away, once and
for all! Don't hold anything back!" Takato said across the way to his partner,
who nodded, and began to charge up his primary attack.
"PYRO BLASTER!" Naturally, it didn't do much
damage to Vajramon, but it did cause him to be pushed back about an eigth
of an inch. For a Champion to do such a thing to a Deva, was simply astounding.
Impressive. No damage, but he did back me
up a small bit. Perhaps his reputation is deserved after all.
This set the ox-taur Digimon
into a more determined fighting stance. "Well, done, Growlmon. Perhaps
you aren't a complete weakling after all! But this cannot be the extent
of your abilities! It was your ultimate form which defeated Mihiramon,
while at this level, you managed- barely- to defeat Sandiramon. I am as
strong as Mihiramon, reptile! Stronger, for he was the weakest of us! Digivolve,
Growlmon! I should like to see the FULL extent of your rage before you
die! After all, I wouldn't want you to be deleted without feeling you gave
it everything you had."
The taunt caused both Digimon and Human to scowl.
Takato had obtained a new deck of cards not long ago. And he had once caused
a card to become a Blue card, which gave Grolwmon the power he needed to
Matrix Digivolve. Could he do it again? He was already badly hurt, his
link with Guilmon/Growlmon allowing him to feel the majority of the blows
the ox-taur had struck on his partner. He was honestly surprised he didn't
have a concussion by now. He was, after all, beset with a pounding headache
already. But as he reached for his D-Arc and pulled out one of his cards,
he knew that he, also, had to hold nothing back.
This is it, old buddy. Either we bring him
down, or we die trying! Sorry Ruki...guess I couldn't help you, wherever
you vanished to, but if it's any consolation, I loved you, and we're gonna
do you proud!
Seemingly in response to those thoughts,
the card in his hand lit up, transforming into a Blue card. His eyes widened
in surprise, but then he grinned. His partner saw it too out of the corner
of his eye, knew what Takato was planning, and nodded as the boy looked
his way. They shared a small secret smile, then turned in tandem to face
what could have been their last foe.
"DIGI-MODIFY! MATRIX DIGIVOLUTION
ACTIVATE!"
Matrix Digivolution came the voice of his
D-Arc, and the consequent flash of energy told him all he needed to know.
"Growlmon, Matrix Digivolve to.........MEGAGROWLMON!"
It was all that Vajramon needed to hear. He smirked in anticipation.
Now, my Master, I shall show you that this
abberation is no match for one of Your chosen.
With that, he charged forward, swords
at the ready, and they met with MegaGrowlmon's own bladed forearms. The
two traded blows, each time unable to get past each other's weapon. Perhaps,
as many had said, MegaGrowlmon's intelligence was equivalent to his stage.
At the Rookie level, he seemed childlike. At the Champion stage, he wasn't
far from a young pre-teenaged human, and at the Ultimate level, he was
either equivilant to a teenager, or a young adult. Whatever the case, he
remained a powerful opponent in any stage, regardless of who his foe was.
And now, perhaps as no other time, he was a foe to be feared. With a ferocity
on his cybernetic features, the large Digimon roared out his rage. What
surprised the Deva, was that his human had cried out in almost the same
way, as much as his human vocal cords would allow, at EXACTLY THE SAME
TIME! He had heard the theory that the two were somehow linked at the
higher stages. That had become a topic of debate among his bretheren after
the insurgent strike from Mihiramon. But he had witnessed it now twice.
The first time, when he had managed to cut Growlmon, and the boy had cried
out in pain, blood now seeping from an identical wound in the same
place, and again with the dual screams. He had been careful to watch the
boy for other signs. Such as his response to the blows landed on his Digimon,
and while they were there, these were the two real pieces of evidence.
Takato Matsuda was the last of the Tamers. Terriermon was gone. The boy
Jenrya Lee crippled and in a new technologically advanced hovering wheelchair,
and of course, there was the missing Renamon and the human girl who so
arrogantly called herself 'The Digimon Queen '. He neither knew, nor cared
what had happened to them. What concerned him now was that, in one fell
swoop, he could eliminate the last true threat to their assault on the
human world.
Kill one, and the other will fall as well.
An enlightening, if not utterly obvious
observation in hindsight. He knew he'd never get close enough to the boy
to harm him. MegaGrowlmon would be on top of him within miliseconds, and
he dared not try to kill the boy while half-assedly trying to fend off
MegaGrowlmon. That was a surefire way to get himself deleted. Besides,
he had actually been ordered not to kill the boy. No, to end the
threat, he'd have to take out MegaGrowlmon himself. The Digimon was powerful,
perhaps as strong as he himself was, since he had absorbed the data of
Ice Devimon, Devidramon, and and Mihiramon. He was astounded by the raw
fire in the eyes of the Cyborg/Dinosaur-type and the boy. They practically
moved as if one was little more than a mirror of the other. He begrudgingly
admitted that he respected both. He knew that this would decide whether
he was known to his Master as a valued warrior, or a failure. He thought
back to a phrase he had heard spoken by a Human in what was called an 'arcade',
before he had demolished it three days later once he was across the border
between his world and this one. It was short, simple, to the point. Perfect
for this situation, and he knew that they would understand it.
"Bring it on."
And thus the battle was joined......
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Now
How long he had been immersed in his memory
of that day was a question he'd have to ponder later. For he had arrived
at the area of the Tunnels directly beneath the rubble of the bakery he
had once called home. He knocked on the small door, and waited for a reply.
"Who is it?" Came the voice he always winced at
slightly.
"It's me, Kaneko-Sama."
He could almost swear he heard a smile when the
reply came.
"By all means, Avenger, do come in."
With that, he opened the door and walked in. He
knew the area, having been there before. a few computer banks on one side,
security screens of what was transpiring Topside on another. In a chair
in front of those screens was Emiko Kaneko. She swiveled the chair around
and smiled at the teen.
"You wanted to see me?"
"I did. First, congratulations on a successful rescue
operation." She knew that he was probably getting annoyed by the pleasantries,
but commenced with them simply to be polite. Like so many others, she feared
for his sanity.
"Forget it." he replied, waving it off. "You didn't
call me to this damned sector, of all the ones in the area, just
to give me a pat on the back." Emiko winced. he was still touchy about
being beneath what had once been his home. Beneath memories the Devas had
stolen from him and his father, who to the best of her knowledge, was his
only remaining living relative.She let out an exasperated sigh. In many
ways, he had slowly become very similar to the way her Granddaughter had
once acted. Cold and cynical almost to the point of being insufferable.
At least, when it came down to business. On those rare occasions he had
relaxed his guard around her, he almost- ALMOST- seemed like the sweet
boy who had come to her home not so long ago. She still felt that there
was something he was hiding from her, but if he was going to say it, he
would say it in his own time, and in his own way.
"True enough. Skull Greymon dropped by earlier,"
she smirked. he knew what was meant by that term, though he still had a
hard time believing it, and she herself, as well as her daughter found
it hilarious. "Anyway, he's discovered that the Devas may be trying to
tap into some kind of new energy weapon."
His response was quick, and to the point. "Where?"
"Sector Sestrolm."
"Okinawa? Why so far from their power base in Tokyo?"
"Think about it. Normally we can't afford to send
anyone there, let alone our two biggest guns. It's a perfect platform for
experimentation." This drew a nod from Takato, as he could truly see the
logic of it. It only made him wish that he had finished off the Devas before
now even more.
"When do I leave?"
"You don't. Not yet, anyway."
"WHAT?! But you said-"
"I know," Emiko said, cutting off his protest. "but
we need another few hours. Besides, consider that today is the four month
anniversary of...well, I'm sure you're more aware of it than we are. I
was planning to send you out right away, but I figured I should at least
give you some time to prepare, as well as to relax."
"Too late now. Gimme the coords, and I'll head out."
Emiko repressed a sigh. She knew she should have
given him another hour or two. No sense arguing out of it now. She handed
him a small slip of paper. He nodded, then turned and left. She shook her
head and sighed. Why in the name of the gods of Japan had she brought that
up? That was just rubbing salt into a gaping wound, and he certainly didn't
need to be reminded. She turned herself back to the computer screens, and
cued up the image of the small gravestone in the depths of the Tunnels.
A lone marker, set where it's bearer had fell. She had seen it before,
but now more than ever, it's short words seemed to be the one sole comfort
she had when thinking of her grandaughter's friend. No small wonder it
was the same gravestone which was Takato's greatest torment.....
Guilmon
Brave till the end.
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Well, there it is! Chapter Two! Hope ya like it. ^-^
In another few days, a friend of mine will have a pic of Takato as
he appears in this fic finished, and, hopefully, I'll have the URL for
the pic within a few days. ^-^