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 6
Hikari glanced at her watch. The others had been gone for maybe seven days. To tell truth, she was getting worried about it.
"Hey, Koushiro!" panted Hikari, as she ran to keep up with the sprinting boy, "why is it taking so long for the others to get their digimon?" Koushiro shrugged.
"Wish I could tell you that. Oh well, Sora will probably have an answer for us." The four people, two human, two digimon, were running or in Tentomons case flying towards the blackened castle. They were starting to get close to it and Hikari was sure that in a few moments they would be able to see through the windows.
"Listen, Hikari, Koushiro, when we find Daisuke I want you to hightail it out of there," said Gatomon. "I'd normally be the first to say stand and fight. However usually when you rescue someone, someone else is taken. I couldn't risk that happening." Hikari smiled slightly and wiped a thin hand over her sweaty brow.
"We'll do as you say."
They were starting to approach the castle; they now had to move more stealthily than before. Tentomon was acting as look out as the others hid behind a large ruin of the old school.
"Guys, only Bokemon are guarding the castle right now. A few super shockers," he crackled with electricity to make his point. "And we'll be in, in no time.
Hikari shook her head. "We can't risk it if someone hears." Tentomon sighed.
"Well how are we going to get in, by having Angewomon parade herself in front of all the males pretending to be a hooker," replied Tentomon sarcastically.
The two humans looked down at the catlike digimon.
"Absolutely not!" said Gatomon, scandalised. "I am not going to lower myself, I didn't do it for Myotismon and I am certainly not doing it for you."
"Do you have any ideas Gatomon," asked Koushiro. The little champion nodded eagerly.
"We could drape some old rags over our heads, to pretend to be Bokemon, then sneak in."
"Hey, yeah!" exclaimed Hikari. "Though where in the world are we going to find some sheets?" The other three looked around. They could try heading home, but Osamu didn't have white sheets. Sora had offered to do the washing last night. Accidentally, of course, mixing a red jumper in to the wash.
"Hey, why don't we have Tentomon and Gatomon pretend to be henchmen of Myotismon, bringing in some lowly prisoners," said Koushiro.
"That could work," agreed Hikari.
"What if Myotsimon finds out just who you two are?" said Tentomon, voicing his own worries.
The two humans slumped down. Koushro glanced at his watch. The time so far that the others had been in the Digital world was fifteen minutes. Which meant fifteen days.
"You know I'm getting worried, about the others. They've already been in the Digital World for fifteen days."
Hiakri patted his arm, "Look don't worry. Besides, what if they decided it would be dangerous for them to come, if it messed up with our saving Daisuke."
"You may be right Hikari."
"I'm always right," grinned Hikari cheekily. "Hey, guys, "she pointed to a long chute that went up a near wall. "What's that?"
Gatomon peered at it, "It's a laundry chute. Great, we can climb up it."
Koushiro gulped, "But that chute is 100ft tall."
"Your point being?" asked Gatomon sweetly.
He sighed, "I knew I should have gone with Sora."
Jun tapped a tune on the side of the decaying setae. The tension was just about killing her. True, it had only been fifteen minutes. Yet she was anxious about her brother.
"Don't worry about it Jun. Your brother's going to be fine."
She bowed herself. "I wish I could believe that, but I can't. King seems normal." Myotismon is twisted and sick. Though people have been underneath him for so long his brutality
"You could be right. Although, if one person got the chance to destroy him he would."
Jun thought about this for a moment then shook her head. "No, I don't think he will. People do believe that killing is wrong, or he won't have the balls for it."
"What's the problem with killing those digimon, their only computer data? They aren't real."
"Yes, they are. Listen just because they are made by computer data rather than flesh and blood doesn't make one real. It's the conscious thought inside that makes one real or not," Jun got up to her feet. "Well enough about that. I'm off to put on some coffee."
"How many times are you going to do that? It is getting annoying."
"Until you start begging on your knees for mercy."
Once you had been in the prison for a while, you got used to the vile odour that drifted around it, yet to Daisuke it still was gross.
"Takeru, how do you live with the smell in here? It's disgusting,"
Takeru laughed good-naturedly. It was strange that after so many years locked away up here, Takeru could still laugh and joke about.
"You get used to it. Listen, a tip with the chamber pot. Empty it out of the window. It does help, oh, and a guard will bring food for us." Daisuke perked up at the mention of food, he was dreadfully hungry.
"Really, great. I'm starving,"
The other boy chuckled, "It's not much I'm afraid. Well at least not for me. I give Patamon most of my food. He doesn't know it."
"Er, dude. He's right in the room with you."
"Don't worry, he's asleep. It's the most entertaining thing to do here, sleep."
From the other side of the wall Daisuke soon heard a splashing noise; he poked his head out side the window. A thin blonde boy about his age was emptying a chamber pot; he forced himself not to gag. Though it sickened him to think that Takeru could go anywhere near that thing.
Takeru glanced over, noticing he had an audience. He was slightly surprised when he saw Daisuke's image, and nostalgic. He looked so much like Taichi, and that reminded him of Yamato. Yet, Daisuke had his own uniqueness about him. Taichi's hair had been wavey and a deep brown. This boy's hair was spiky and reddish brown. Their skin colour was different as well. Taichi's brown skin came from the sun and the outside world. Takeru had a feeling that Daisuke's was natural.
"Would you quit staring at me dude? Sheesh it's hell enough already without being spooked out so much."
"Sorry, Daisuke. You sort of remind me of someone I used to know. Someone rather close to me and my other friends."
"What happened to them?"
"Their dead."
"Oh.......sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. But one day I'll avenge their deaths. All of theirs. Taichi's, Yamato's, Jyou's, Mimi's, Koushiro's..."
"Hey, interrupted Daisuke, "That name sounded kind of familiar. A red- haired boy. Older than I am and he sort of talked, well technical like."
"That sound like my friend. Oh my god. This is brilliant; I'd lost hope a long time ago. However now I know one of my friends could very well be alive, others could be as well," he faced Daisuke, a light that had been vanquished many years ago appearing in his eyes, "we finally have it back now,"
"Have what back?" asked Daisuke, bewildered.
"Hope, Daisuke, hope. With that nothing can either stand in your way. Nothing."
"Ugh, how much of this thing have we climbed?" complained Koushiro bitterly. They had been, in painstaking slowness been climbing the chute. The order they had gone was Hikari, with Gatomon on her lap. Then it was Koushiro and finally Tentomon underneath, to catch them if they fell.
"Quit complaining Koushiro. Just think about getting to the top. Besides we're almost there. Just one or two more metres....aha. I've reached the top." With difficulty she managed her body so she could safely go through it. Without falling.
Then she went over and helped Koushiro out of the chute. Tentomon came flying up behind him.
The four did a quick scan of the room. It was empty, and very quiet. Hikari could tell that that it once had been used for laundry but the cobwebs and dust told her it hadn't been used for a long time. Unfortunately it had no sheets, only banner fro the parades that Myotismon had held when he'd first became ruler. There was also an odour that Hikari couldn't quite make out. However it seemed she wasn't the only one who could smell it.
"Ugh, what's that smell?" said Tentomon, one black talon over what Hikari guessed to be his nose. Koushiro and Gatomon were also tentatively sniffing the air, although Gatomon seemed more put out because of her stronger sense of smell.
"It smells like Osamu's bathroom," said Gatomon.
Koushiro chuckled slightly at that, "It does, doesn't it? Though it could mean that Daisuke is around here."
"Why do you say that?" asked Hikari.
"Well, Myotismon isn't going to bother himself about the hygiene of the prisons in the towers so they would, well..." His voice trailed off. Hikari looked slightly sick.
"I think it would be better if two stayed here, to watch the others back and make sure this chute suddenly becomes unavailable to us," said Gatomon, "I also think that it should be Hikari and I that go. No offence or anything but I know how Myotismon thinks. Besides we need you two to carry on for us if we fail."
"Agreed," said Koushiro, he turned to Hikari then. "Take care of yourself Hikari. We're counting on you and Gatomon."
"I'll be careful Koushiro. Everything will be alright. You'll see." Then she on seeming impulse she kissed the older boy on the lip. Koushiro blushed furiously but it didn't stop him returning a light one back.
"It's about time," said Gatomon, her blue eyes twinkling. "Well come on Hikari. We'd better go. Don't worry. I'll make sure she's safe." The two female members of the group left the room.
Hikari looked around her. There was a huge corridor of cells. The reek, which was dimmed by the thick walls in the laundry room, was most pungent here.
"Come on," said Hikari, "I for one do not want to stay in this smell for my then I have to Gatomon." The two walked on, peering closely in to each cell.
"Hikari, is that you?" came a sort of familiar voice. Hikari and Gatomon went to the cell where the sound had come from. Inside was a thin boy, with a dirty face and limp blonde hair and startling blue eyes. Blue eyes that she recognised quite well.
"Good lord," gasped Hikari, "Takeru!"
What will happen now that Hikari knows about Takeru being alive?
Why have the others not come to help, is Hikari right or are they in grave danger?
Will they if they free the prisoners be able to escape the castle with ease?
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 6
Hikari glanced at her watch. The others had been gone for maybe seven days. To tell truth, she was getting worried about it.
"Hey, Koushiro!" panted Hikari, as she ran to keep up with the sprinting boy, "why is it taking so long for the others to get their digimon?" Koushiro shrugged.
"Wish I could tell you that. Oh well, Sora will probably have an answer for us." The four people, two human, two digimon, were running or in Tentomons case flying towards the blackened castle. They were starting to get close to it and Hikari was sure that in a few moments they would be able to see through the windows.
"Listen, Hikari, Koushiro, when we find Daisuke I want you to hightail it out of there," said Gatomon. "I'd normally be the first to say stand and fight. However usually when you rescue someone, someone else is taken. I couldn't risk that happening." Hikari smiled slightly and wiped a thin hand over her sweaty brow.
"We'll do as you say."
They were starting to approach the castle; they now had to move more stealthily than before. Tentomon was acting as look out as the others hid behind a large ruin of the old school.
"Guys, only Bokemon are guarding the castle right now. A few super shockers," he crackled with electricity to make his point. "And we'll be in, in no time.
Hikari shook her head. "We can't risk it if someone hears." Tentomon sighed.
"Well how are we going to get in, by having Angewomon parade herself in front of all the males pretending to be a hooker," replied Tentomon sarcastically.
The two humans looked down at the catlike digimon.
"Absolutely not!" said Gatomon, scandalised. "I am not going to lower myself, I didn't do it for Myotismon and I am certainly not doing it for you."
"Do you have any ideas Gatomon," asked Koushiro. The little champion nodded eagerly.
"We could drape some old rags over our heads, to pretend to be Bokemon, then sneak in."
"Hey, yeah!" exclaimed Hikari. "Though where in the world are we going to find some sheets?" The other three looked around. They could try heading home, but Osamu didn't have white sheets. Sora had offered to do the washing last night. Accidentally, of course, mixing a red jumper in to the wash.
"Hey, why don't we have Tentomon and Gatomon pretend to be henchmen of Myotismon, bringing in some lowly prisoners," said Koushiro.
"That could work," agreed Hikari.
"What if Myotsimon finds out just who you two are?" said Tentomon, voicing his own worries.
The two humans slumped down. Koushro glanced at his watch. The time so far that the others had been in the Digital world was fifteen minutes. Which meant fifteen days.
"You know I'm getting worried, about the others. They've already been in the Digital World for fifteen days."
Hiakri patted his arm, "Look don't worry. Besides, what if they decided it would be dangerous for them to come, if it messed up with our saving Daisuke."
"You may be right Hikari."
"I'm always right," grinned Hikari cheekily. "Hey, guys, "she pointed to a long chute that went up a near wall. "What's that?"
Gatomon peered at it, "It's a laundry chute. Great, we can climb up it."
Koushiro gulped, "But that chute is 100ft tall."
"Your point being?" asked Gatomon sweetly.
He sighed, "I knew I should have gone with Sora."
Jun tapped a tune on the side of the decaying setae. The tension was just about killing her. True, it had only been fifteen minutes. Yet she was anxious about her brother.
"Don't worry about it Jun. Your brother's going to be fine."
She bowed herself. "I wish I could believe that, but I can't. King seems normal." Myotismon is twisted and sick. Though people have been underneath him for so long his brutality
"You could be right. Although, if one person got the chance to destroy him he would."
Jun thought about this for a moment then shook her head. "No, I don't think he will. People do believe that killing is wrong, or he won't have the balls for it."
"What's the problem with killing those digimon, their only computer data? They aren't real."
"Yes, they are. Listen just because they are made by computer data rather than flesh and blood doesn't make one real. It's the conscious thought inside that makes one real or not," Jun got up to her feet. "Well enough about that. I'm off to put on some coffee."
"How many times are you going to do that? It is getting annoying."
"Until you start begging on your knees for mercy."
Once you had been in the prison for a while, you got used to the vile odour that drifted around it, yet to Daisuke it still was gross.
"Takeru, how do you live with the smell in here? It's disgusting,"
Takeru laughed good-naturedly. It was strange that after so many years locked away up here, Takeru could still laugh and joke about.
"You get used to it. Listen, a tip with the chamber pot. Empty it out of the window. It does help, oh, and a guard will bring food for us." Daisuke perked up at the mention of food, he was dreadfully hungry.
"Really, great. I'm starving,"
The other boy chuckled, "It's not much I'm afraid. Well at least not for me. I give Patamon most of my food. He doesn't know it."
"Er, dude. He's right in the room with you."
"Don't worry, he's asleep. It's the most entertaining thing to do here, sleep."
From the other side of the wall Daisuke soon heard a splashing noise; he poked his head out side the window. A thin blonde boy about his age was emptying a chamber pot; he forced himself not to gag. Though it sickened him to think that Takeru could go anywhere near that thing.
Takeru glanced over, noticing he had an audience. He was slightly surprised when he saw Daisuke's image, and nostalgic. He looked so much like Taichi, and that reminded him of Yamato. Yet, Daisuke had his own uniqueness about him. Taichi's hair had been wavey and a deep brown. This boy's hair was spiky and reddish brown. Their skin colour was different as well. Taichi's brown skin came from the sun and the outside world. Takeru had a feeling that Daisuke's was natural.
"Would you quit staring at me dude? Sheesh it's hell enough already without being spooked out so much."
"Sorry, Daisuke. You sort of remind me of someone I used to know. Someone rather close to me and my other friends."
"What happened to them?"
"Their dead."
"Oh.......sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. But one day I'll avenge their deaths. All of theirs. Taichi's, Yamato's, Jyou's, Mimi's, Koushiro's..."
"Hey, interrupted Daisuke, "That name sounded kind of familiar. A red- haired boy. Older than I am and he sort of talked, well technical like."
"That sound like my friend. Oh my god. This is brilliant; I'd lost hope a long time ago. However now I know one of my friends could very well be alive, others could be as well," he faced Daisuke, a light that had been vanquished many years ago appearing in his eyes, "we finally have it back now,"
"Have what back?" asked Daisuke, bewildered.
"Hope, Daisuke, hope. With that nothing can either stand in your way. Nothing."
"Ugh, how much of this thing have we climbed?" complained Koushiro bitterly. They had been, in painstaking slowness been climbing the chute. The order they had gone was Hikari, with Gatomon on her lap. Then it was Koushiro and finally Tentomon underneath, to catch them if they fell.
"Quit complaining Koushiro. Just think about getting to the top. Besides we're almost there. Just one or two more metres....aha. I've reached the top." With difficulty she managed her body so she could safely go through it. Without falling.
Then she went over and helped Koushiro out of the chute. Tentomon came flying up behind him.
The four did a quick scan of the room. It was empty, and very quiet. Hikari could tell that that it once had been used for laundry but the cobwebs and dust told her it hadn't been used for a long time. Unfortunately it had no sheets, only banner fro the parades that Myotismon had held when he'd first became ruler. There was also an odour that Hikari couldn't quite make out. However it seemed she wasn't the only one who could smell it.
"Ugh, what's that smell?" said Tentomon, one black talon over what Hikari guessed to be his nose. Koushiro and Gatomon were also tentatively sniffing the air, although Gatomon seemed more put out because of her stronger sense of smell.
"It smells like Osamu's bathroom," said Gatomon.
Koushiro chuckled slightly at that, "It does, doesn't it? Though it could mean that Daisuke is around here."
"Why do you say that?" asked Hikari.
"Well, Myotismon isn't going to bother himself about the hygiene of the prisons in the towers so they would, well..." His voice trailed off. Hikari looked slightly sick.
"I think it would be better if two stayed here, to watch the others back and make sure this chute suddenly becomes unavailable to us," said Gatomon, "I also think that it should be Hikari and I that go. No offence or anything but I know how Myotismon thinks. Besides we need you two to carry on for us if we fail."
"Agreed," said Koushiro, he turned to Hikari then. "Take care of yourself Hikari. We're counting on you and Gatomon."
"I'll be careful Koushiro. Everything will be alright. You'll see." Then she on seeming impulse she kissed the older boy on the lip. Koushiro blushed furiously but it didn't stop him returning a light one back.
"It's about time," said Gatomon, her blue eyes twinkling. "Well come on Hikari. We'd better go. Don't worry. I'll make sure she's safe." The two female members of the group left the room.
Hikari looked around her. There was a huge corridor of cells. The reek, which was dimmed by the thick walls in the laundry room, was most pungent here.
"Come on," said Hikari, "I for one do not want to stay in this smell for my then I have to Gatomon." The two walked on, peering closely in to each cell.
"Hikari, is that you?" came a sort of familiar voice. Hikari and Gatomon went to the cell where the sound had come from. Inside was a thin boy, with a dirty face and limp blonde hair and startling blue eyes. Blue eyes that she recognised quite well.
"Good lord," gasped Hikari, "Takeru!"
What will happen now that Hikari knows about Takeru being alive?
Why have the others not come to help, is Hikari right or are they in grave danger?
Will they if they free the prisoners be able to escape the castle with ease?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters
To be continued