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, now four 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 9
The little grey digimon was getting exceedingly annoyed with the blonde kid and the bat-pig glaring at him all the time. They had been walking, or in the digimon's case flying for ten minutes. It was really off putting to have someone mentally rip you apart.
"Will you stop staring at me, if you have a problem just say it. Cause if not stop it!"
Takeru looked at him scathingly; "Why not. You work for Myotismon and I do not trust you. I will stop looking at you, you're too foul to anyway. Yet be warned, I will be on guard. Got that Demidevimon?
Koushiro groaned theatrically at that, causing Daisuke to giggle. The three had been in odds all the time. While Tentomon and Daisuke found it amusing the older teen was finding it more than a little irritating. He briefly wondered if shoving them into a room and barring the door would make them all nicer to each other. Of course they would have to be locked up for a very long time. Two millenniums seemed just about right.
"Guys will you stop this. We need to find the crest and digivice soon. The army Demidevimon sent won't occupy the bastard for long. Demidevimon, how far away is the chamber.
Demidevimon looked around at the corridor he was in, the interior of it was fairly opulent in this area. A small red bat painted onto one of the stones would tell if he was close. The digimon spotted it with certain relief. The maze like castle was difficult to navigate.
"We're nearly there. Just around the cornmer, large doors that room has, you can't miss it.
"Yes!" yelped Daisuke, punching his fists into the air, before blushing. Takeru smiled at him, while the others just shook their heads.
"Ops, sorry. Got carried away." The group passed down the corridor, small doors sometimes interrupting the sameness of it all. The corner, with slight trepidation was finally passed.
The door was indeed grand, they were the kind in which a princess from a fairytale would live in. Koushiro, nervously and slowly took hold of a large ring at the door and started pulling. It opened with a creek that seemed unnaturally loud, then they walked in.
"It's beautiful," gushed Patamon, his blue eyes taking in the sheer wonder of in. The Vampire's old castle in the digital world had been dark and dank. This radiated something completely different. The room was shadowy still with red walls and mahogany drapes, yet it managed to portray a sense of wonder and strangely, peace.
None of this interested in Takeru, with no regard or fear he waltzed in. He went straight to the place, which he had been told by the virus digimon, was where his possessions were. He quickly searched the, before turning angrily to the others.
"They aren't here!"
The man on the screen soon became more clearer, Jun and Osamu looked at the bald guy with more than a little fear. Then the crackling noise that was emitting suddenly became words.
"Hello, can you too here me? Can you? It might be good to have an answer today please. I have a lot of work to do."
They both slowly nodded, while the old man sighed in relief.
"Good. My name is Gennai…………"
Osamu interrupted him, "You mean you're the weird guy the troublemakers sometimes talk about?"
"Yep, that's me!" then Gennai blinked, "What troublemakers?"
"Koushiro and Sora, of course."
Gennai guffawed at that. "Can't be, those two are the most behaved children I know. They were so polite to me. They aren't troublesome at all."
"Tell them that," scowled Osamu.
He received an elbow in his ribs by Jun. This was followed by a warning look. The bluenette sighed in his mind. He'd forgotten that Jun rather like the two teens."
"Now where was I, ah yes? Jun, Osamu. I need you to do something for me. Go to the graves of Yamato Ishida and Taichi Yagami. In the graves should be two necklace like things. I want you to talk those and then find the others that are still in the real world and give them to them.
Jun squirmed, her face pale and more than a little green, "You want us to go grave digging? Ewww!"
"I agree with Jun," said Osamu.
The little face on the screen turned angry. "Tough. It has to be done so get going. Hikari will be here in a moment so she can help you.
"Does that mean my brother is back yet?"
The old man shook his head sadly; the girl choked back tears and Osamu, awkwardly put his arm around her and held her tightly to him.
The sounds were getting worse, Red Vegimon held tightly onto the two things, They seemed to protrude hope. Red Vegimon was beginning to regret staying in the real world as it was now called. The Digiworld would be fairly peaceful right at the moment. Calm and without any loud thumps and wails.
The virus stopped at that thought. He had been battered by a stampede and shouted at by Myotismon. Demidevimon had had the right idea. Yet he didn't want to join the other side. He wanted something else. He wanted to……….
"I want to go home," whispered the virus.
The Dark Masters stormed on the Primary Village with a childlike glee. Elecmon was knocked unconscious and for a moment they were going to kill him. Till, Piedmion decided that letting him live would be more rewarding.
The small blobby baby digimon tried to escape, yet the huge machine that was Machinedramon stopped all attempts by flattening them. The other three, like kids at a candy store boke eggs and fiercely killed the innocent digimon. Finally, just one remained; it was a Poyomon, quivering with fear. Behind him was a lone digiegg, one marked with polka dots. Poyamon curved his body around the egg, trying to protect it. Piedmon licked his lips, he drew one of his swords and swung it over his shoulder and prepared to swing.
"Tempest Wing!" The sudden attacked knocked the sword out of his hand, the Dark Masters looked up, so did Poyamon. A girl was riding a digimon that was supposedly extinct. In the distance, others were moving towards the village, to stop the attack, to foil those evil beings. Even if all they could save would be one small digimon.
Will Red Vegimon get back home?
Will Takeru ever trust Demidevimon?
Will Poyamon and the Digiegg survive
Find out next time in Digimon: Digital Monsters
Authors notes: This is a "what if" fiction. It's basically about what may have happened if Myotismon had won, with only three, now four 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 9
The little grey digimon was getting exceedingly annoyed with the blonde kid and the bat-pig glaring at him all the time. They had been walking, or in the digimon's case flying for ten minutes. It was really off putting to have someone mentally rip you apart.
"Will you stop staring at me, if you have a problem just say it. Cause if not stop it!"
Takeru looked at him scathingly; "Why not. You work for Myotismon and I do not trust you. I will stop looking at you, you're too foul to anyway. Yet be warned, I will be on guard. Got that Demidevimon?
Koushiro groaned theatrically at that, causing Daisuke to giggle. The three had been in odds all the time. While Tentomon and Daisuke found it amusing the older teen was finding it more than a little irritating. He briefly wondered if shoving them into a room and barring the door would make them all nicer to each other. Of course they would have to be locked up for a very long time. Two millenniums seemed just about right.
"Guys will you stop this. We need to find the crest and digivice soon. The army Demidevimon sent won't occupy the bastard for long. Demidevimon, how far away is the chamber.
Demidevimon looked around at the corridor he was in, the interior of it was fairly opulent in this area. A small red bat painted onto one of the stones would tell if he was close. The digimon spotted it with certain relief. The maze like castle was difficult to navigate.
"We're nearly there. Just around the cornmer, large doors that room has, you can't miss it.
"Yes!" yelped Daisuke, punching his fists into the air, before blushing. Takeru smiled at him, while the others just shook their heads.
"Ops, sorry. Got carried away." The group passed down the corridor, small doors sometimes interrupting the sameness of it all. The corner, with slight trepidation was finally passed.
The door was indeed grand, they were the kind in which a princess from a fairytale would live in. Koushiro, nervously and slowly took hold of a large ring at the door and started pulling. It opened with a creek that seemed unnaturally loud, then they walked in.
"It's beautiful," gushed Patamon, his blue eyes taking in the sheer wonder of in. The Vampire's old castle in the digital world had been dark and dank. This radiated something completely different. The room was shadowy still with red walls and mahogany drapes, yet it managed to portray a sense of wonder and strangely, peace.
None of this interested in Takeru, with no regard or fear he waltzed in. He went straight to the place, which he had been told by the virus digimon, was where his possessions were. He quickly searched the, before turning angrily to the others.
"They aren't here!"
The man on the screen soon became more clearer, Jun and Osamu looked at the bald guy with more than a little fear. Then the crackling noise that was emitting suddenly became words.
"Hello, can you too here me? Can you? It might be good to have an answer today please. I have a lot of work to do."
They both slowly nodded, while the old man sighed in relief.
"Good. My name is Gennai…………"
Osamu interrupted him, "You mean you're the weird guy the troublemakers sometimes talk about?"
"Yep, that's me!" then Gennai blinked, "What troublemakers?"
"Koushiro and Sora, of course."
Gennai guffawed at that. "Can't be, those two are the most behaved children I know. They were so polite to me. They aren't troublesome at all."
"Tell them that," scowled Osamu.
He received an elbow in his ribs by Jun. This was followed by a warning look. The bluenette sighed in his mind. He'd forgotten that Jun rather like the two teens."
"Now where was I, ah yes? Jun, Osamu. I need you to do something for me. Go to the graves of Yamato Ishida and Taichi Yagami. In the graves should be two necklace like things. I want you to talk those and then find the others that are still in the real world and give them to them.
Jun squirmed, her face pale and more than a little green, "You want us to go grave digging? Ewww!"
"I agree with Jun," said Osamu.
The little face on the screen turned angry. "Tough. It has to be done so get going. Hikari will be here in a moment so she can help you.
"Does that mean my brother is back yet?"
The old man shook his head sadly; the girl choked back tears and Osamu, awkwardly put his arm around her and held her tightly to him.
The sounds were getting worse, Red Vegimon held tightly onto the two things, They seemed to protrude hope. Red Vegimon was beginning to regret staying in the real world as it was now called. The Digiworld would be fairly peaceful right at the moment. Calm and without any loud thumps and wails.
The virus stopped at that thought. He had been battered by a stampede and shouted at by Myotismon. Demidevimon had had the right idea. Yet he didn't want to join the other side. He wanted something else. He wanted to……….
"I want to go home," whispered the virus.
The Dark Masters stormed on the Primary Village with a childlike glee. Elecmon was knocked unconscious and for a moment they were going to kill him. Till, Piedmion decided that letting him live would be more rewarding.
The small blobby baby digimon tried to escape, yet the huge machine that was Machinedramon stopped all attempts by flattening them. The other three, like kids at a candy store boke eggs and fiercely killed the innocent digimon. Finally, just one remained; it was a Poyomon, quivering with fear. Behind him was a lone digiegg, one marked with polka dots. Poyamon curved his body around the egg, trying to protect it. Piedmon licked his lips, he drew one of his swords and swung it over his shoulder and prepared to swing.
"Tempest Wing!" The sudden attacked knocked the sword out of his hand, the Dark Masters looked up, so did Poyamon. A girl was riding a digimon that was supposedly extinct. In the distance, others were moving towards the village, to stop the attack, to foil those evil beings. Even if all they could save would be one small digimon.
Will Red Vegimon get back home?
Will Takeru ever trust Demidevimon?
Will Poyamon and the Digiegg survive
Find out next time in Digimon: Digital Monsters