By the Vampire's rein.
Authors notes: This is a "what if" fiction. It's basically about what may have happened if Myotismon had won, with only three of the original digidestined surviving. Some other changes are that Osamu is still alive, Ken doesn't become evil and the Dark Masters haven't taken control of the digiworld yet.
The story takes four years after Myotismon. Also I don't own digimon. Wish I did, but I can't have everything in life.
Chapter 4
Daisuke, unknown successor of Taichi Yagami and Yamato Ishida couldn't have possible known that the promenade he was hanging out in was completely devoid of human beings. Instead it was filled with Bokemon. Ignorant to what was happening he stared at the grocery list that his mother had given him.
"Aw, man," moaned Daisuke, "where am I going to find pineapples at this time of excuse me." He turned to look at the "people" swilling about, if he didn't know better he could have sworn that each of them at some time had been watching him.
"Er, excuse me," Daisuke ran up to what looked like a surprisingly soft-faced woman. "Could you tell if any of these shops sell pineapples?" The woman stared at him then shifted.
"Holy crap! A Bokemon!" Daisuke backed away from her quickly; he looked at the other "people" calmly standing there as if nothing had happened. "Hey don't you people see this thing. Don't you know Bokemon almost always travel in swarms?" He sweat dropped, as he saw each and every single person shift shape into a Bokemon.
"Huh, I'm guessing you guys do, bye now." Abandoning his mother's grocery list he was did a 180-degree turn and sprinted out of the promenade, the Bokemon following him closely. Daisuke turned a sharp bend; he stood with his back against the wall panting heavily. He looked at the Bokemon stream past him, and smiled to himself. It didn't matter how stupid his sister, Jun, said he was, Bokemon would always be stupider. He wasn't given much time to dwell on those thoughts as he felt the clammy hands of six Bokemon, who hadn't fell for his trick whisk him into the air, and take him, kicking and screaming, to Myotismon's dark castle.
"Sire?" Myotismon looked up at the Redvegimon that spoke.
"Yes, what is it?"
"The prisoner has arrived, my liege, he has been taken to the East Tower. The one with the other prisoner in it."
Myotismon nodded grimly. "I'll be up in a few hours, lets leave him to stew in his juices for a while."
"Yes, your Majesty," the Redvegimon turned to leave but Myotismon put a hand up to stop him.
"Redvegimon, since Demidevimon has betrayed me, I would like you to be my general and advisor."
The Redvegimon pointed at himself.
"Me..me sir? Do you mean it?" The Redvegimon blushed, something hard for Redvegimon to do with their coloured skin. "Are you sure about this?"
Myotismon hid an urge to moan, sometimes Redvegimon were worse than Bokemon. Instead he let his voice drip with sugar and honey.
"Oh, but of course. With all these people turning against me, I need someone with brains, someone brave and who I can trust," his voice dropped a few octaves. "Someone like you." The Redvegimon squirmed in delight.
"Thank you my liege, thank you!" the Redvegimon's voice quivered as he spoke. "This has been a dream come true. My colleagues always said greatness was beyond my reach. But I knew the truth. Sire this is a dream, an utter dream.."
"QUIET!" screeched Myotismon. The Redvegimon looked momentarily scared at Myotismon's angry face.
"I guess I do ramble on a bit, don't I?" said the Redvegimon timidly.
"Listen, Redvegimon. As this is your first day of the job, I'll make this, uh...easy for you. I want you to find out just which digimon belong to rebellion and which don't. Also where they are located."
The redvegimon saluted.
"I won't fail you. You can count on Redvegimon here." He then turned and marched out.
"See to it you don't," muttered Myotismon darkly.
"Hey guys, people, mon? Hey everyone! Listen to me. SHUT UP," Helena smiled sweetly as the congregation looked at her bewildered.
"That's much better." She gestured to Demidevimon flying beside her. He was feeling rather nervous about all the dirty looks that some of them were giving him.
"I'd like you all to welcome a new recruit of ours. Demidevimon! Lets give him a big round of applause shall we?
The "big round of applause" was half-heartedly done and many of the digimon didn't even bother clapping.
"What in Azulungmon's name is that creep doing here, Helena?" A Frigimon called out. The others added their own insults; creep, fucked up bath toy. Anything you could think of. Demidevimon felt himself feeling more fearful every second. What if the Digimon stopped talking and started acting. He'd be used as a rag for window was, while another part of him would be used to unwind and use as thread for sewing. Helena on the other hand was getting angry, something that by nature Labramon found it hard to do.
"Will all of shut up and give the mon a break. He has risked everything to join us, and help our cause ands you repay him by acting like utter shit to him. I thought you all knew better."
The digimon went quiet, and started murmuring there apologises.
"That's better," said Labramon, she nudge Demidevimon forward with her muzzle. " Demidevimon also has a few words he wants to say to us," Helena smiled encouragingly at him, "Go on."
"Uh... well." Demidevimon ransacked his brain for somewhere to start, but for the first time in his life the words that fell so easily from his mouth had stopped now. "Heh... I am very grateful... yeah grateful I have been given this chance. Myotismon is an uh, horrible master that should be stopped whatever the cost. I, I am very pleased that I can be a part of stopping him...uh thank you." Demidevimon collapsed to the floor in exhaustion and relief, all about him there ws thunderous applause. Not because of the speech, they all agreed that it had sucked. Rather it was that what was in the speech was being spoken sincerely and honestly. Helena, she cried out through the cloud to a Mammothmon. The Mammothmon let out a roar that cut through the cheering.
"Shall we except this virus rookie by the name of Demidevimon into our ranks?" The answer was mixed, but the overall result was. "Then by the power invested in me, I dub Demidevimon a member of our society."
At this moment of time Hikari wished that she hadn't been so eager to great the new digidestined. Iori, he kept asking her questions about the other digidestined they were heading o to meet. Hikari had told him that the only thing she knew about him was his name, Daisuke Motomiya. That sparked of another question. How did she know his name, which Hikari had replied, to her mistake, she hadn't got a clue. Miyako was whining about everything, then everything that wasn't in existence. At first it had reminded Hikari of Mimi, but now it was just getting annoying.
Hikari checked her digivice, the signal wasn't coming through, nor was it coming in on any of the others. Huddled in a corner a seventeen-year- old girl was sobbing with self-pity. Miyako walked up to her.
"Do you happen to know a boy named Daisuke Motomiya?" The girl sniffed haughtily.
"Course I do. I am his sister, Jun Motomiya." The three digidestined grinned at each other.
"So, where is he?" asked Iori.
"The Bokemon took him," sobbed Jun. Hikari moaned mentally, now above everything they had a rescue attemp to do. Plus they needed to get the new digimon for the new digidestined out to the real world. Miyako put an arm around Jun and Hikri's opinion of her went up a few notches.
"Hey, lets get back to the others. We can talk to Sora and Koushiro, and possible Osamu." With difficultly she helped Miyako get Jun of the ground. "They should be able to think of something." Miyako nodded and for once didn't argue her point. Jun was now starting to calm down to the point where she was able to walk by herself. Led by Hikari, they started to go back to the apartment. Hikari's heart leaped as she spotted Sora, running towards them, a smile on her face. Sora stopped smiling as she saw the serious faces of the others. Sora looked at Jun closely.
"Is that the last one?" Hikari shook her head.
"The others are, their names are Iori and Miyako. The other girl is Jun. She's the sister to the last one." Hikari sighed, "according to her Daisuke has been kidnapped. We're heading home to think of a way to get him back."
"Alright, then. Oh and by the way. Miyako, Iori. My name is Sora." She shook their hands.
"Now introductions are out of the way, we should get going. I just hope Koushiro can think of something." Sora grinned wickedly at the girl.
"Oh, I'm sure with you're confidence in him he'll be able to think of something. He lives for your support." Hikari frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh...nothing"
The East Tower was dank and slimy, not to add to the fact that it was also germ-infested and frightening, especially with the sudden screaming that would fill the musty, stale air. Daisuke had been put in to a small cell with a lone blanket and chamber pot in the middle of it. He held his nose at the stench of urine coming from it.
"Uh, don't these people ever clean up in this place." Daisuke braved to step closer to it; after all he would have to stay here for who knows how long. He jumped back and crashed into the steel bars of the cell. The sound echoed throughout the East Tower rather loudly.
"Hello," came a voice, it was groggy as if the owner had just woken up. "Is anyone in here? If you are talk to me." Daisuke stayed silent for a while, panting heavily.
The voice was getting annoyed, "Oh come on. I can here you breathing. I am not going to bit. How can I when I'm in this stupid cell. I have been for four years, you know?"
"I got here recently," said Daisuke. There was silence before the voice replied to him again.
"Do you suppose you could tell me what it's like outside."
"Uh...sure. It isn't much to tell you the truth. Its kind of black and polluted the city is now. Many people are living on the streets or starving in their own homes." The voice sighed. Another, more nasally voice then spoke.
"Will you please keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here."
"Sorry old friend."
"That's better." Daisuke heard the sound of soft snores fill the room; it was sort of comforting to hear.
"Who was that?" asked Daisuke.
"That...oh, that was my digimon. His name is Patamon." Daisuke nodded, before realising that the person in the other cell couldn't see him. He mentally kicked himself.
"Okay. Well my name is Daisuke. What's your name?"
"My name? My name is Takeru. Digidestined of Hope."
Will Demidevimon fit in with the Rebellion?
Can the non-captured digidestined come up with a good rescue plan?
Is that really Takeru, and what is he doing there?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters.
To be continued.
Authors notes: This is a "what if" fiction. It's basically about what may have happened if Myotismon had won, with only three of the original digidestined surviving. Some other changes are that Osamu is still alive, Ken doesn't become evil and the Dark Masters haven't taken control of the digiworld yet.
The story takes four years after Myotismon. Also I don't own digimon. Wish I did, but I can't have everything in life.
Chapter 4
Daisuke, unknown successor of Taichi Yagami and Yamato Ishida couldn't have possible known that the promenade he was hanging out in was completely devoid of human beings. Instead it was filled with Bokemon. Ignorant to what was happening he stared at the grocery list that his mother had given him.
"Aw, man," moaned Daisuke, "where am I going to find pineapples at this time of excuse me." He turned to look at the "people" swilling about, if he didn't know better he could have sworn that each of them at some time had been watching him.
"Er, excuse me," Daisuke ran up to what looked like a surprisingly soft-faced woman. "Could you tell if any of these shops sell pineapples?" The woman stared at him then shifted.
"Holy crap! A Bokemon!" Daisuke backed away from her quickly; he looked at the other "people" calmly standing there as if nothing had happened. "Hey don't you people see this thing. Don't you know Bokemon almost always travel in swarms?" He sweat dropped, as he saw each and every single person shift shape into a Bokemon.
"Huh, I'm guessing you guys do, bye now." Abandoning his mother's grocery list he was did a 180-degree turn and sprinted out of the promenade, the Bokemon following him closely. Daisuke turned a sharp bend; he stood with his back against the wall panting heavily. He looked at the Bokemon stream past him, and smiled to himself. It didn't matter how stupid his sister, Jun, said he was, Bokemon would always be stupider. He wasn't given much time to dwell on those thoughts as he felt the clammy hands of six Bokemon, who hadn't fell for his trick whisk him into the air, and take him, kicking and screaming, to Myotismon's dark castle.
"Sire?" Myotismon looked up at the Redvegimon that spoke.
"Yes, what is it?"
"The prisoner has arrived, my liege, he has been taken to the East Tower. The one with the other prisoner in it."
Myotismon nodded grimly. "I'll be up in a few hours, lets leave him to stew in his juices for a while."
"Yes, your Majesty," the Redvegimon turned to leave but Myotismon put a hand up to stop him.
"Redvegimon, since Demidevimon has betrayed me, I would like you to be my general and advisor."
The Redvegimon pointed at himself.
"Me..me sir? Do you mean it?" The Redvegimon blushed, something hard for Redvegimon to do with their coloured skin. "Are you sure about this?"
Myotismon hid an urge to moan, sometimes Redvegimon were worse than Bokemon. Instead he let his voice drip with sugar and honey.
"Oh, but of course. With all these people turning against me, I need someone with brains, someone brave and who I can trust," his voice dropped a few octaves. "Someone like you." The Redvegimon squirmed in delight.
"Thank you my liege, thank you!" the Redvegimon's voice quivered as he spoke. "This has been a dream come true. My colleagues always said greatness was beyond my reach. But I knew the truth. Sire this is a dream, an utter dream.."
"QUIET!" screeched Myotismon. The Redvegimon looked momentarily scared at Myotismon's angry face.
"I guess I do ramble on a bit, don't I?" said the Redvegimon timidly.
"Listen, Redvegimon. As this is your first day of the job, I'll make this, uh...easy for you. I want you to find out just which digimon belong to rebellion and which don't. Also where they are located."
The redvegimon saluted.
"I won't fail you. You can count on Redvegimon here." He then turned and marched out.
"See to it you don't," muttered Myotismon darkly.
"Hey guys, people, mon? Hey everyone! Listen to me. SHUT UP," Helena smiled sweetly as the congregation looked at her bewildered.
"That's much better." She gestured to Demidevimon flying beside her. He was feeling rather nervous about all the dirty looks that some of them were giving him.
"I'd like you all to welcome a new recruit of ours. Demidevimon! Lets give him a big round of applause shall we?
The "big round of applause" was half-heartedly done and many of the digimon didn't even bother clapping.
"What in Azulungmon's name is that creep doing here, Helena?" A Frigimon called out. The others added their own insults; creep, fucked up bath toy. Anything you could think of. Demidevimon felt himself feeling more fearful every second. What if the Digimon stopped talking and started acting. He'd be used as a rag for window was, while another part of him would be used to unwind and use as thread for sewing. Helena on the other hand was getting angry, something that by nature Labramon found it hard to do.
"Will all of shut up and give the mon a break. He has risked everything to join us, and help our cause ands you repay him by acting like utter shit to him. I thought you all knew better."
The digimon went quiet, and started murmuring there apologises.
"That's better," said Labramon, she nudge Demidevimon forward with her muzzle. " Demidevimon also has a few words he wants to say to us," Helena smiled encouragingly at him, "Go on."
"Uh... well." Demidevimon ransacked his brain for somewhere to start, but for the first time in his life the words that fell so easily from his mouth had stopped now. "Heh... I am very grateful... yeah grateful I have been given this chance. Myotismon is an uh, horrible master that should be stopped whatever the cost. I, I am very pleased that I can be a part of stopping him...uh thank you." Demidevimon collapsed to the floor in exhaustion and relief, all about him there ws thunderous applause. Not because of the speech, they all agreed that it had sucked. Rather it was that what was in the speech was being spoken sincerely and honestly. Helena, she cried out through the cloud to a Mammothmon. The Mammothmon let out a roar that cut through the cheering.
"Shall we except this virus rookie by the name of Demidevimon into our ranks?" The answer was mixed, but the overall result was. "Then by the power invested in me, I dub Demidevimon a member of our society."
At this moment of time Hikari wished that she hadn't been so eager to great the new digidestined. Iori, he kept asking her questions about the other digidestined they were heading o to meet. Hikari had told him that the only thing she knew about him was his name, Daisuke Motomiya. That sparked of another question. How did she know his name, which Hikari had replied, to her mistake, she hadn't got a clue. Miyako was whining about everything, then everything that wasn't in existence. At first it had reminded Hikari of Mimi, but now it was just getting annoying.
Hikari checked her digivice, the signal wasn't coming through, nor was it coming in on any of the others. Huddled in a corner a seventeen-year- old girl was sobbing with self-pity. Miyako walked up to her.
"Do you happen to know a boy named Daisuke Motomiya?" The girl sniffed haughtily.
"Course I do. I am his sister, Jun Motomiya." The three digidestined grinned at each other.
"So, where is he?" asked Iori.
"The Bokemon took him," sobbed Jun. Hikari moaned mentally, now above everything they had a rescue attemp to do. Plus they needed to get the new digimon for the new digidestined out to the real world. Miyako put an arm around Jun and Hikri's opinion of her went up a few notches.
"Hey, lets get back to the others. We can talk to Sora and Koushiro, and possible Osamu." With difficultly she helped Miyako get Jun of the ground. "They should be able to think of something." Miyako nodded and for once didn't argue her point. Jun was now starting to calm down to the point where she was able to walk by herself. Led by Hikari, they started to go back to the apartment. Hikari's heart leaped as she spotted Sora, running towards them, a smile on her face. Sora stopped smiling as she saw the serious faces of the others. Sora looked at Jun closely.
"Is that the last one?" Hikari shook her head.
"The others are, their names are Iori and Miyako. The other girl is Jun. She's the sister to the last one." Hikari sighed, "according to her Daisuke has been kidnapped. We're heading home to think of a way to get him back."
"Alright, then. Oh and by the way. Miyako, Iori. My name is Sora." She shook their hands.
"Now introductions are out of the way, we should get going. I just hope Koushiro can think of something." Sora grinned wickedly at the girl.
"Oh, I'm sure with you're confidence in him he'll be able to think of something. He lives for your support." Hikari frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh...nothing"
The East Tower was dank and slimy, not to add to the fact that it was also germ-infested and frightening, especially with the sudden screaming that would fill the musty, stale air. Daisuke had been put in to a small cell with a lone blanket and chamber pot in the middle of it. He held his nose at the stench of urine coming from it.
"Uh, don't these people ever clean up in this place." Daisuke braved to step closer to it; after all he would have to stay here for who knows how long. He jumped back and crashed into the steel bars of the cell. The sound echoed throughout the East Tower rather loudly.
"Hello," came a voice, it was groggy as if the owner had just woken up. "Is anyone in here? If you are talk to me." Daisuke stayed silent for a while, panting heavily.
The voice was getting annoyed, "Oh come on. I can here you breathing. I am not going to bit. How can I when I'm in this stupid cell. I have been for four years, you know?"
"I got here recently," said Daisuke. There was silence before the voice replied to him again.
"Do you suppose you could tell me what it's like outside."
"Uh...sure. It isn't much to tell you the truth. Its kind of black and polluted the city is now. Many people are living on the streets or starving in their own homes." The voice sighed. Another, more nasally voice then spoke.
"Will you please keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here."
"Sorry old friend."
"That's better." Daisuke heard the sound of soft snores fill the room; it was sort of comforting to hear.
"Who was that?" asked Daisuke.
"That...oh, that was my digimon. His name is Patamon." Daisuke nodded, before realising that the person in the other cell couldn't see him. He mentally kicked himself.
"Okay. Well my name is Daisuke. What's your name?"
"My name? My name is Takeru. Digidestined of Hope."
Will Demidevimon fit in with the Rebellion?
Can the non-captured digidestined come up with a good rescue plan?
Is that really Takeru, and what is he doing there?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters.
To be continued.