Yeah, I'm still fan fiction. Just not as often.
(Then there's a knock on the door.)
Beelzemon: Who is it?
Forte V/O: Me. Is Roll here?
Beelzemon: Hang on. (Presses an intercom button.) ROLL!!!!!! FORTE'S HERE!!!!!!!!
(Soon Roll is downstairs, and leaves with a normal Forte.)
Beelzemon: Geez. It gets busy around here. Maybe moving back in with Codehunter wasn't such a good idea........ Although Forte's date with Roll inspired me a bit.......
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Chapter 10 - More players enter the play.......
We see two figures watching the events unfold through magic similar to what the Elemental Knights use, but they are clearly not the knights. One has brown hair and blue eyes, and is in street clothes, and the other has black hair and blue eyes, in not as common attire, and with a scar across his face. This black haired one smirks.
"Well 'Chris', it's like I said. Humanity needs no help in heading toward self-ruin and destruction. I was merely going to end humanity before they killed themselves."
"Don't be so sure Damien."
Damien uses magic to light some candles, and we can see them better. Damien's slightly tanned skin is clear of all imperfections save for the one scar, and his frame is flawless. He wears blue jeans yet to fade much, and sports cowboy boots, with something resembling snakeskin on them, but is clearly NOT snakeskin, although also clearly not inorganic. His gray reversible shirt is partly hidden by his long coat, which is devoid of any fastening materials. Blue can be seen on the turned parts of the collar of his shirt, and the only three buttons are all undone.
"Humph! Remember this ceasefire won't last forever. As soon as I kill that bastard destroying dimensions, we're back to battles, and keep in mind I've been holding back."
Damien's 'friend' has faded blue jeans, and a white T-shirt. His blue jacket works well with the outfit, and like Damien, his skin is perfect, and so is his frame, despite apparently being a teenager.
"You know you're mother and father are hurt by what you're doing."
Damien's eyes narrowed, and he gave 'Chris' a death glare.
"I refuse to acknowledge those people as my parents. I told you before I know what my parents looked like, and those two spirits aren't them."
"Shadowsis can alter memories....."
"I played him for a fool, and don't forget it. Plus you dethroned him. Only his less tainted side has power anymore, and he's an Elemental Knight."
Damien put hiss boots on the viewing table, and slumped.
"And if you DARE call me Xion again, I'll break you in two Meta."
Meta sighed.
"I explained it to you. You were once going to be the successor for the original Meta. You weren't accepted, and you ultimately became this."
"I KNOW my past, and that's not it......Hmmm."
Damien's attention fell back to the events unfolding.
"How about a wager?"
"What?"
"I shall prove to you that love does NOT conquer all."
"Really?" Meta asked sarcastically.
"Do you see what's happening there?" Damien asked, and pointed to the viewing portal.
Meta looked.
"Yes. So?"
"I wager the two you see won't fall in love, even when the situation to come falls into place."
"What happens if either of us wins?"
"Bragging rights mostly, but if I win, you have to shut up about Crystal, Xion, and all that."
"I don't need anything from you, so.......deal."
"There's one catch."
"What?"
"If you use your reality altering powers at all, then you have to forfeit my body and soul."
"WHAT?????????? IF I DO THAT....."
"My power increases beyond your measure. And this time, this pendant......" Damien says as he holds up a pendant with several runes carved into it, "Will prevent you from using those powers without me noticing."
"But the chances of them even meeting are slim......"
"Should've thought of that before you accepted the bet. And by the way.......even though I'm only a shard of my spirit, I can still cause you grief. Don't interfere in any other ways either. And one last thing. Why are you worried? Doesn't love conquer all?" Damien said, smirking when he finished.
Then Meta sighed, knowing Damien probably had some contract worked up that'd force him to give the evil spirit his body and soul back if he lost the bet.
"Get back here Tiffany!"
Tiffany hated her boyfriend. He was abusive, and she suffered whenever he lost at gambling, which was always. She was running from him, whipping her shoulder length red hair, and pulling her tight shorts a bit. He gave chase, and she broke out into a sprint. She ran deeper into the back alleys, not wanting him to catch her. She tore her shirt, and cut her arm somewhat deeply, on a dumpster as she ran.
'Oh great. I'm going to get infection on top of being beaten. That's just damn terrific.'
Tiffany then heard a report she knew was from Max's pistol. Why that damn bastard blonde kept one she didn't want to know, but she did now. She raced on, trying to ignore the rain, which made her shirt cling to her. It also hindered her breathing a bit with the added weight of the water, and she needed all her breath. She heard another gunshot, and looked over her shoulder to see that he was keeping up with her. Another gunshot later, she was limping. She couldn't run any further. The pain kept her from running. Max caught up to her, and was about to bludgeon her with the gun, when something to her right growled. Tiffany and Max turned to see something with wings and scales staring down Max. Max got scared, and shot at it. It pounced on him, knocked the gun away, and grabbed his shirt in it's teeth, and flung him into the dumpster Tiffany cut herself on. Tiffany backed into the dead end of the alley, waiting for it to finish her off. Instead, she felt a tingling sensation on her arm, and on her calve. She opened her eyes. It was licking her wounds, and it numbed the pain. Then she saw it dig out the bullet with its claws, feeling very little pain. Then it started to crawl off on all fours, but it fell down. She went up to it. Max had hit it, and there were bullet wounds on its neck and chest. She was expecting that. What she didn't except was a lack of blood. Then it hit her. The scales worked like armor. She found bruises. Apparently, Kevlar would still be better then scales. It was knocked unconscious due to having trouble breathing. She felt sorry for it, and since there was a back door to her apartment building in this alley, she decided to take it home and help it like it helped her.......
"Well, looks pretty good for me Damien."
"Shut up....."
Tiffany had washed off some cuts and bruises she found on her nonhuman savior, and also found out that he was male, and was most likely part human. [Don't ask me how she found out. If I described it, the fic would have to be rated R at the least, and most likely HAVE to be NC-17, and those are banned. So you perverts use your imagination.] The creature winced in pain as she applied iodine, and it woke up, almost roaring in pain.
"Sorry, but I can't just lick your wounds to kill the pain."
She was surprised when he seemed to understand, and she finished up, tying off the last of her makeshift bandages. Good thing most of the others in the apartment complex were sound sleepers, and did in fact sleep during the night. She did get complaints, but she told them it was the TV. When she was done, she went to her chair, and sat down.
"Why do I feel like you're human? You don't look like any person I've ever met."
He surprised her again by talking to her, although his voice was shaken and weak, probably due to the bruise on his neck.
"You can't win them all....."
She had nearly jumped out of her seat. Luckily, she kept in mind he saved her.
"Do you have a name?"
"Alex...."
"Tiffany."
Alex then fell asleep. Tiffany didn't blame him. She soon nodded off too.........
"Damien, if you want, we can cancel the bet."
Damien scowled.
"Fine......... But I'm done trying to get my body and soul back."
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Getting interesting, isn't it?
(Then there's a knock on the door.)
Beelzemon: Who is it?
Forte V/O: Me. Is Roll here?
Beelzemon: Hang on. (Presses an intercom button.) ROLL!!!!!! FORTE'S HERE!!!!!!!!
(Soon Roll is downstairs, and leaves with a normal Forte.)
Beelzemon: Geez. It gets busy around here. Maybe moving back in with Codehunter wasn't such a good idea........ Although Forte's date with Roll inspired me a bit.......
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Chapter 10 - More players enter the play.......
We see two figures watching the events unfold through magic similar to what the Elemental Knights use, but they are clearly not the knights. One has brown hair and blue eyes, and is in street clothes, and the other has black hair and blue eyes, in not as common attire, and with a scar across his face. This black haired one smirks.
"Well 'Chris', it's like I said. Humanity needs no help in heading toward self-ruin and destruction. I was merely going to end humanity before they killed themselves."
"Don't be so sure Damien."
Damien uses magic to light some candles, and we can see them better. Damien's slightly tanned skin is clear of all imperfections save for the one scar, and his frame is flawless. He wears blue jeans yet to fade much, and sports cowboy boots, with something resembling snakeskin on them, but is clearly NOT snakeskin, although also clearly not inorganic. His gray reversible shirt is partly hidden by his long coat, which is devoid of any fastening materials. Blue can be seen on the turned parts of the collar of his shirt, and the only three buttons are all undone.
"Humph! Remember this ceasefire won't last forever. As soon as I kill that bastard destroying dimensions, we're back to battles, and keep in mind I've been holding back."
Damien's 'friend' has faded blue jeans, and a white T-shirt. His blue jacket works well with the outfit, and like Damien, his skin is perfect, and so is his frame, despite apparently being a teenager.
"You know you're mother and father are hurt by what you're doing."
Damien's eyes narrowed, and he gave 'Chris' a death glare.
"I refuse to acknowledge those people as my parents. I told you before I know what my parents looked like, and those two spirits aren't them."
"Shadowsis can alter memories....."
"I played him for a fool, and don't forget it. Plus you dethroned him. Only his less tainted side has power anymore, and he's an Elemental Knight."
Damien put hiss boots on the viewing table, and slumped.
"And if you DARE call me Xion again, I'll break you in two Meta."
Meta sighed.
"I explained it to you. You were once going to be the successor for the original Meta. You weren't accepted, and you ultimately became this."
"I KNOW my past, and that's not it......Hmmm."
Damien's attention fell back to the events unfolding.
"How about a wager?"
"What?"
"I shall prove to you that love does NOT conquer all."
"Really?" Meta asked sarcastically.
"Do you see what's happening there?" Damien asked, and pointed to the viewing portal.
Meta looked.
"Yes. So?"
"I wager the two you see won't fall in love, even when the situation to come falls into place."
"What happens if either of us wins?"
"Bragging rights mostly, but if I win, you have to shut up about Crystal, Xion, and all that."
"I don't need anything from you, so.......deal."
"There's one catch."
"What?"
"If you use your reality altering powers at all, then you have to forfeit my body and soul."
"WHAT?????????? IF I DO THAT....."
"My power increases beyond your measure. And this time, this pendant......" Damien says as he holds up a pendant with several runes carved into it, "Will prevent you from using those powers without me noticing."
"But the chances of them even meeting are slim......"
"Should've thought of that before you accepted the bet. And by the way.......even though I'm only a shard of my spirit, I can still cause you grief. Don't interfere in any other ways either. And one last thing. Why are you worried? Doesn't love conquer all?" Damien said, smirking when he finished.
Then Meta sighed, knowing Damien probably had some contract worked up that'd force him to give the evil spirit his body and soul back if he lost the bet.
"Get back here Tiffany!"
Tiffany hated her boyfriend. He was abusive, and she suffered whenever he lost at gambling, which was always. She was running from him, whipping her shoulder length red hair, and pulling her tight shorts a bit. He gave chase, and she broke out into a sprint. She ran deeper into the back alleys, not wanting him to catch her. She tore her shirt, and cut her arm somewhat deeply, on a dumpster as she ran.
'Oh great. I'm going to get infection on top of being beaten. That's just damn terrific.'
Tiffany then heard a report she knew was from Max's pistol. Why that damn bastard blonde kept one she didn't want to know, but she did now. She raced on, trying to ignore the rain, which made her shirt cling to her. It also hindered her breathing a bit with the added weight of the water, and she needed all her breath. She heard another gunshot, and looked over her shoulder to see that he was keeping up with her. Another gunshot later, she was limping. She couldn't run any further. The pain kept her from running. Max caught up to her, and was about to bludgeon her with the gun, when something to her right growled. Tiffany and Max turned to see something with wings and scales staring down Max. Max got scared, and shot at it. It pounced on him, knocked the gun away, and grabbed his shirt in it's teeth, and flung him into the dumpster Tiffany cut herself on. Tiffany backed into the dead end of the alley, waiting for it to finish her off. Instead, she felt a tingling sensation on her arm, and on her calve. She opened her eyes. It was licking her wounds, and it numbed the pain. Then she saw it dig out the bullet with its claws, feeling very little pain. Then it started to crawl off on all fours, but it fell down. She went up to it. Max had hit it, and there were bullet wounds on its neck and chest. She was expecting that. What she didn't except was a lack of blood. Then it hit her. The scales worked like armor. She found bruises. Apparently, Kevlar would still be better then scales. It was knocked unconscious due to having trouble breathing. She felt sorry for it, and since there was a back door to her apartment building in this alley, she decided to take it home and help it like it helped her.......
"Well, looks pretty good for me Damien."
"Shut up....."
Tiffany had washed off some cuts and bruises she found on her nonhuman savior, and also found out that he was male, and was most likely part human. [Don't ask me how she found out. If I described it, the fic would have to be rated R at the least, and most likely HAVE to be NC-17, and those are banned. So you perverts use your imagination.] The creature winced in pain as she applied iodine, and it woke up, almost roaring in pain.
"Sorry, but I can't just lick your wounds to kill the pain."
She was surprised when he seemed to understand, and she finished up, tying off the last of her makeshift bandages. Good thing most of the others in the apartment complex were sound sleepers, and did in fact sleep during the night. She did get complaints, but she told them it was the TV. When she was done, she went to her chair, and sat down.
"Why do I feel like you're human? You don't look like any person I've ever met."
He surprised her again by talking to her, although his voice was shaken and weak, probably due to the bruise on his neck.
"You can't win them all....."
She had nearly jumped out of her seat. Luckily, she kept in mind he saved her.
"Do you have a name?"
"Alex...."
"Tiffany."
Alex then fell asleep. Tiffany didn't blame him. She soon nodded off too.........
"Damien, if you want, we can cancel the bet."
Damien scowled.
"Fine......... But I'm done trying to get my body and soul back."
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Getting interesting, isn't it?