A/N: This is the final chapter. Yes! Another story finished! There might be Kensuke implications but I assure you, that is not true. If you can review, tell me if I should try shounen ai in another story. Without further adieu, the story.

Part Twelve



"Jun?!!!!" Davis stared as he was looking into the face of his sister, who he had thought was dead for most of his life.

"Nice to see you again, little brother." She smiled coldly. Her hair wasn't as spiky as it had been and had darkened to almost black. She would have been pretty if it wasn't for the emotionless, arrogant look in those dark eyes. "You can join me and together we can rule this world."

"Never," Davis snarled. "You aren't my sister."

She mock sighed. "It appears we will have to do things the hard way, brother." She snapped her fingers and one of the shadows ghosted around Ken. He was thrown against the wall of the cell, his arms restrained and his back exposed.

Another shadow handed Jun a whip and she stepped into the cell. Davis realized what she was about to do and would have helped his friend, but another shadow restrained him. Ken's screams filled the chamber as Davis was forced to see him hurt for the second time.

"Don't do it!" he managed to cry out to Davis. "I don't want you to be trapped in the darkness. Don't break."

"Stop!" Davis cried. "I will do it, just leave him be, Jun." He bowed his head as Jun looked pleased.

"Take him to some rooms for now, the ceremony will begin within a few hours. Novice, bind this boy's wounds."

"As you command." A cloaked and hooded figure bowed and stepped into the cell as Jun and Davis left, the latter shooting Ken a forlorn look.

"No." Ken whispered, tears in his eyes. He tensed when he felt something on his lacerated back.

"Do not move, Ken, I am trying to be as gentle as I can."

"Miyako?" he whispered incredulously and turned his head. The figure removed the hood, revealing the tear filled face of a lavender-haired girl.

"Ken, I'm so sorry," she whispered and continued to clean his back, light purple flames healing after word.

"Miyako, what happened?" he croaked and she put down her blood stained cloth, picking up a flask.

"I had to leave, I was afraid for my life," she said softly and lifted the bottle to his lips, and he drank greedily. "Then Jun offered to take me as her apprentice. I didn't know! Now I regret everything."

Ken said soothingly, "It's alright, but why didn't you tell me?"

"I left so quickly. You still have the earring I gave you?"

"Of course, and that portrait and lock of hair."

She unlocked his chains and he rubbed his wrists. "I can get you out of here."

"I'm not leaving you," he said.

"You don't deserve me," she whispered, turning away, but he seized her wrist.

"Miyako, that was the past, this is now. I've cared about you, all these years."

"So did I. Ken, you are in danger, Jun intends to raise Myotismon from the prison he's in."

"What? Isn't he a legend?"

"No, It is said that the blood of at least five of the Chosen ones will be able to release him. Both of us are part of the Chosen ones, but Jun doesn't know that I am. She does know that you are one, and she will kill you."

"I mean it, Miyako, you're coming with me."

"Forget about me, you need someone who's purer, not a servant of evil."

He pulled her into his arms. "You are the purest woman I ever knew, Miyako." Then he kissed her.

Davis paced his room, yelling at himself. A familiar voice then entered his mind.

'You really need to learn to control your temper.'

"Vee!"

'Just think about what you want to say, it is too dangerous to speak aloud.'

'Alright, Vee, what does my sister have in mind?'

'She's going to raise Myotismon.'

'How?'

'With the blood of the chosen ones and through you.'

'Over my dead body.'

'I think she intends that.'

'Wonderful, but I've got to do something.'

'Obviously. She has to do a certain ceremony, delay it as long as you can and destroy the key pillar of power within it, then Myotismon will be sealed again.'

'Thanks.'

'I will aid you, my friend.'

Ken looked at the chamber in which he was in, chained in between two pillars when he was brought in earlier. It was round and with a domed ceiling. Other people were chained nearby him, a tall boy with brown hair and eyes, a woman with red gold hair and red-brown eyes, another boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, a girl with some resemblance to the boy with the brown hair, a boy with resemblance to the blonde, and man with blue hair and spectacles.

It was dimly lit in the room, a pedestal with a large bowl in the center. A faint ghost of the scent of blood was in the air, making him sick to his stomach. The former thief then observed a group of people in acolyte's robes nearby. He recognized Miyako because of a bit of purple protruding from her hood. A hooded woman then came in, Davis, looking emotionless, following.

She briefly conferred with each of the acolytes and they scattered, one to each of the chained people. Ken felt the gentle presence of Miyako by him and he felt soothed, despite his growing fear. The woman started to chant in a singsong voice, slightly swaying, as the bowl bubbled with some silver liquid. Miyako then grimaced under her hood as each of the acolytes took out knives and slashed the people down the arm. She gently did so, her eyes sorrowful. The scarlet droplets of blood flew through the air into the bowl. A figure began to form in the liquid, of a tall lean man, details becoming sharper.

Davis froze then sent out a sharp call to Vee, who appeared suddenly, slightly shrunken in size. The dragon swiftly took care of most of the acolytes (Miyako rather wisely having hid behind Ken), and freed the prisoners.

"It is too late, brother!" Jun screeched hysterically, laughing. "The deed is done and the Dark Lord is coming."

"Please, just do us a favor and shut up," Sora snapped, a rapier in her hands and the blade at the sorceress's neck. "I warned you, Jun."

The man in the bowl finally materialized and gazed around, smiling. He stepped down, black cloak swirling around him. With a lazy gesture, he shoved Sora aside and faced Jun.

"My servant," he said, eyes boring into hers. "Because of your efforts I am at last in the physical world. Now it is for your just reward."

"Thank you master," she gasped out, eyes looking eagerly at him. He laughed and took her into his arms. Then he kissed her. Her eyes widened as she struggled but her struggles grew weaker as he drained her of her life force slowly. Finally he dropped her.

"Now, for my next," he grinned, blood on his lips. Davis suddenly felt a flare of anger blazing in his heart. The monster just killed his sister. She may have been working for the wrong side, but still she was his sister and bloodkin.

She looked at him, the darkness no longer in her eyes and mouthed, "I'm sorry, brother." Then her eyes went blank in death.

"I'll give you something to feed on," he snarled, stepping forward and drawing the Eye of the Dragon. "A long stretch of eternity in the depths of Hell where you belong!" He then hurled himself at the man.

Surprised for a minute, the man then parried the blow with a long rapier. "So you want to fight, boy?" he asked. "A little fun before a meal never hurt!" The fight when on, neither gaining the advantage, the three jewels on the Eye of the Dragon glowing all the while.

"You. killed my sister," Davis grunted, blood lust rising in his eyes.

"She sold herself to me, killing your parents was so much fun," Myotismon grinned.

"For them, I will send you back!" the brunette roared, continuing to attack fiercely. A bright light shone upon his forehead, blinding the demon. Using the distraction, Davis ran him through.

The demon slumped under the force of the blow but only laughed, jerking himself off.

"You fool, not even the Dragon's Eye can completely kill me!"

"Damn!" Davis swore, meeting the demon's eyes. Then he felt something vibrate inside of his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that the digivice was glowing and humming violently.

He met the demon's eyes and said in a cold, strong voice, "Dragon armor activate!"

Vee looked at him and nodded, once. Davis closed his eyes as a wonderful feeling washed over him. Metal locked on over his body, but did not weigh him down. In fact, it made him stronger. A helm slid onto his head, covering his long, wild hair. Then he opened his eyes, and saw the Eye of the Dragon his hand clad in a gauntlet of silver and blue.

Ken gasped as he saw Davis change. A swirl of blue flame surrounded him and when it disappeared, a warrior clad in armor stood there. He was clad in armor of blue and silver, strong yet flexible. A helm in the shape of a dragon's head crowned his head. The lower part of his face could be seen under his helm and everyone could see that his lips were set grimly. His blade was like a beam of light in his hand, a light promising death to darkness.

"It cannot be," the demon gasped.

"Do you have any last words?" the new Davis whispered. Then he attacked swiftly. One blow of the sword sliced the rapier and another impaled the demon through the heart.

But then the warrior let out a cry of pain. The broken rapier attached to the hilt protruded from his chest, where there was a join in the armor.

Laughing madly, the demon crowed, "I may fall but I will take you with me, dragon warrior!" Still laughing, the demon staggered to the basin and disappeared into its depths.

The armor faded as Davis collapsed to the ground, pure white and his face a frozen grimace of pain.

"Davis!" Ken ran to him, cradling him in his arms and jerking the blade out.

'He needs healing or he will die,' the dragon said to them all. 'Come, I will take you all to safety, this place must be destroyed. And you, former servant of darkness.' He looked at Miyako, who cringed. 'You may come; as I can see full remorse for the path you have taken. Bring the body of his sister, for his sake and so we can give it a proper burial.'

Taichi and Yamato gently hauled Davis's body up. Sora touched his chest. "We must hurry, he is fading."

Davis woke up, his chest bare and wrapped with bandages.

He heard a somewhat sharp, unfamiliar female voice say, "So finally you wake up. Lover, he's awake."

Ken was by his side, a smile on his face. "Hey, shieldbrother, you alright?"

"Yeah, as good as someone can be after falling down a mountain and being pounded by rocks." He winced. "Ouch. I remember being stabbed, and that's it."

Ken ushered over a lavender haired woman over. "Miyako, could you bring over some of those potions and bring the others over?"

"Of course," she nodded at him and bustled off.

"Why does she seem very familiar?" Davis watched her leave.

"That's Miyako," Ken grinned.

"Oh." Davis hastily changed the subject. "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Five months. All of us sat up, spooning broth into you and salving that wound. Miyako kept on joking that if she wasn't taken, she might be interested in you, with that muscular chest and rather-" Then Ken coughed and turned an interesting color. "-blessed endowment in the department of malehood."

"What?!" Davis colored brightly and sputtered. "She saw me- /naked/?"

"Only briefly my friend," the former thief chuckled. "Only briefly. And I know she would be faithful to me, we married two weeks ago."

"Congratulations," Davis said sincerely. Miyako came up behind Ken and handed him a bowl of green liquid. She winked at him cheekily before going off in a flash of brown breeches and white shirt. Davis blinked as Ken pressed the bowl of liquid in his hands, and sighed, gulping it down.

It was vile but made him feel better. He and Ken exchanged pleasantries until everyone arrived. Taichi and Yamato gave him twin bear hugs and ruffled his hair while Sora kissed him and gave him a sisterly hug. Takeru grinned before pounding him on the back and giving him a one armed hug. Jyou shook his hand gravely before shredding all dignity and embracing him. A strange brown haired girl lightly kissed him on the nose, causing him to blush.

"Well, thank you for taking care of me," he started but jumped as Vee talked directly into his head acidly.

'And what about me?'

'Sorry. Thanks though. You stuck around for me?'

'Sort of.'

'What do you mean sort of?'

'They needed some magical help cleaning up.'

'What! I feel so loved.'

'I know, now get back to them before they think you're crazy.'

"I already am crazy," he muttered and the dragon chuckled.

"Well, it appears that you are a fighter, and a very deep sleeper," Sora chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"So, does that mean I pass?" he asked tentatively.

"My dear boy, you can set up your own school! You are stronger than I am! You are a master, Davis." Sora looked at him with her eyes twinkling brightly. "And I bet you can teach me a thing or two."

"I'm- a master?" Davis stammered. Then he did practically only thing he could do. He fainted.

~*~

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Takeru looked at him with some concern as his friend pull on a shirt.

"Positive," Davis said. "I have to. What use is having power if you don't use it? And it will make her happy, I'm positive."

They walked out to the Field of Blood. Earlier Sora had dispelled the enchantment about her garden so they could come and go as they pleased. Takeru grimaced at the smell as the stopped at the border of the blood stained earth.

"I hope you know what you're doing."

Davis grinned recklessly. "Since when have I known what I was doing in all the years you knew me?"

"Good point," Takeru said.

Drawing the Eye of the Dragon, Davis also pulled out his digivice and said softly, "Dragon armor energize."

He was in the armor again. Raising the sword so the point was just above the earth of the field, he closed his eyes and stabbed it into the ground, going to one knee. "Dragon healing."

Immediately, the earth's crimson color faded away as plants and trees sprouted up. Takeru only stared as Davis stayed there, eyes closed in trance. When the healing of the land was complete, he opened his eyes, looking at his work. Then he pulled out his sword. The armor disappeared as he stood there with his sword (he had shoved his digivice into a pocket) in one hand and the other searching for a handkerchief to clean the blade with. He looked at Takeru.

"Got a handkerchief on you?"

Numbly, the blonde handed him a square of cloth. "How did you do that?"

The brunette grinned, rubbing the blade clean. "Well, I talked with Vee a few days ago and he said that the sword not only can destroy, it can heal and create life. I decided to do this, for Sora, and for others. I did it for Sora because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here today. Others can learn about the Field of Blood's legacy, but without seeing the impurity of it tainting the earth."

"I see, I salute you then, Griffin, true warrior." Takeru bowed to him.

~*~

The sunset painted the land with red and gold hues, long shadows black upon the scarlet and yellow. Davis stood upon a cliff, watching the sun sink into the west with a brooding look on his face.

'What do you plan to do next?' Vee inquired, head craning to face him from behind.

"I don't know. But I think I'll stay here a while before going on the road again. These last few weeks after being told I was a master, I had been thinking."

'Go on.'

"There is always going to be someone in need of help, there is always justice to be served. I will be wasting my talents if I stay here. My goal long before was to be a master, but now, it isn't. It's to use my talents to maximum to help others."

The dragon seemed to smile. 'A wise goal and choice of path, youngling. I will forever be by your side, remember.'

Davis chuckled and watched the sunset, knowing that the past adventure was only the first in a long journey of life.