Natural Born Leader
A Digimon Fanfiction
By: Bekah-chan
Rating: PG-13
WARNING: This fic has become a little more violent than I had originally intended. Blood and Gore, you have been warned!
Disclaimer: (Okay, here I go) *sniffle* I DO NOT *cringe* OWN *wince* DIGIMON *sniffle* (I did it!!!) I do, however, own (or came up with) most of the stuff that doesn't have to do with Digimon. So, HANDS OFF!!!! Thank you ^_^
Notes: This fic is entirely from Davis' Point-Of-View. I'm mentioning this because it is a first person narrative, and it might be confusing if you don't know whose POV is driving. Although, it should also be noted that this is not exactly the Davis from the show. Beware major Out-Of-Character-ness. One more point: This fic is soooooo *not* cannon. Except for a few flashbacks, it's safe to say that the show happened up to the episode where Cody got his second Digi-egg. After that this fanfiction deviates sharply from the show's main plot-line. Hey! Don't blame me! *points finger accusingly at muse* It was all her fault!! ^_^
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Part II:
I looked up at a sudden noise to see Izzy, one of the 'first' generation Digidestined, come through the door from the stairwell. This did not surprise me that much, I had asked Tai to invite the computer-wise youth to the meeting, his knowledge of the Digital World might be useful in solving the 'Ken problem'. But I was a little surprised to see him coming out of the stairwell. So, after he had walked the length of the hallway, and was close enough, I asked him. He mumbled something about a horrible afternoon he had recently spent trapped in an elevator *without* his computer. Well, I would guess that would keep Izzy away from elevators for quite awhile. Nothing that tried to separate the prodigy from his laptop was to be tolerated.
In turn, Izzy inquired as to why I was sitting *outside* the Kamiya's apartment. I told him that I had locked myself out, which he accepted without comment because it was a 'Davis-ey' thing to do.(Another benefit of my Davis persona) I, of course, left out the: 'someone-tried-to-kill-me-by-pushing-me-out-a-window' angle. Izzy would start asking difficult questions, and we couldn't have that, could we? Although I had come to trust all the Digidestined, Jun and I had decided not to tell them our secret, if it could be avoided. They were the first humans that we had ever cared enough for to even *consider* revealing our true selves to, but it would put them in danger. These kids were in enough of that already. So we kept quiet.
Izzy sat on the other side of the door and opened his computer, which he hadn't even bothered to turn off for the trip over, and started typing. I asked him if Tai had mentioned when he would return from soccer practice: 5pm was the answer. I looked at my watch, and swore in my native language under my breath. My watch hadn't just stopped, it was Definitely Dead. The magic I cast earlier, to save my life, must have fried it's circuits. I was suddenly glad that I had left my Digivice in my backpack.
I had to ask Izzy, who had a handy-dandy chronometer built into his computer, what the time currently was. It was approximately 4:44:25, evidently. I sighed and tried to think of something 'Davis' to say. But it seemed that acting out my human role was beyond me at the moment. I was under too much stress. The major reason for this was that I had yet to put my shields up. I knew it was a good decision, for one thing keeping up a magical shield because something *might* happen was draining. Also, if something tracked my magic, the trail would lead directly to me. That way anything sensing my magic would come to *me* instead of searching through the building, possibly killing innocent humans, in it's search for the caster of the spell. I knew it was necessary, but I didn't have to like it. I felt like a walking, well sitting, target, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I returned my head to it's resting place atop my drawn-up knees, and listened to Izzy type on his laptop. The gentle clicking of the keys made a surprisingly comfortable background noise, lulling me into an almost meditative state. I must have dosed off for awhile as well, because I did not sense it coming. By the time it's presence registered on my not-as-alert-as-it-should-have-been brain, it was *very* close, and getting closer.
I was on my feet in an instant, snapping my shields up with a few whispered words. Now that the monster knew where I was, there was no need to keep them down. And it *was* a monster. This close I could even tell how *strong* a monster it was. This fact did nothing to help my peace of mind.
Now, which direction was it coming from? I slowly turned in a circle, stretching out my magical senses to find the monsters location. I ignored Izzy (who wanted to know: 'What the heck was going on!!') and concentrated on feeling the energy in the air around me. I closed my eyes to focus better. Where was it?.... Ah! There! I opened my eyes to find myself staring at the elevator.
I was trying to get Izzy to leave, and wondering vaguely *why* what-ever-it-was happened to be using the elevator- when the doors dinged open and out stepped.... Tai.
I blinked a few times, but did not let down my guard. I knew that Tai wasn't the threat, but I still sensed evil coming from that direction.
My gaze shifted past Tai, and locked onto the shape I could just make out behind him. It was a Dragon. Well, kinda.......
*****
There are two different types of dragons. Wild dragons, and made dragons. The first kind have always been around. They lived deep within the forests, jungles, (any place with lots of trees, really) and they generally stay out of everyone's way. They were very big, had teeth and claws just perfect for rending, and they slept a lot. Despite their above-the-average-beast intellect, that was basically all they did. I guess they needed the rest, I've heard sleeping all the time can really take a lot out of you.
The second kind, the made dragons, were... well, made. Don't ask me how, and don't ask anyone else either, we don't know. The knowledge of how to make them had, thankfully, died with the Evil Wizard who thought them up. Good riddance, I say. But unfortunately, when he died, the wizard left hundreds of his little creations behind to plague the rest of us.
Lucky us.
Made dragons are not very intelligent. But their small brains are filled to capacity with knowledge of how to seek out and destroy the enemy. As per their programing, the 'enemy' was any other magic using creature, besides their master. They neutralized their targets by consuming their magic. A wizard's magic is closely tied to their life-force, so the dragons had to kill their victim while being close enough to touch and absorb their aura at the point of death. I understand that it's not a pleasant way to go.
Physically made dragons are small... well *smaller* than the wild ones anyway. If you wanted a comparison you could say that made dragons are about the size of a small horse, or one of those really big dogs. They had claws. Each one about 5 inches long, six on each front hand/foot, and six on each hind foot. Which is a total of 24 sharp pointy things, and that's not even counting the teeth!
Then there was the magic. A side effect of stealing magic and not having the long dead wizard that created them to drain it again. They couldn't cast spells of their own, but the magic they stole formed a sort of super-aura around them. Because their physiology was based on the wild dragons' they *could* breath fire. So, most commonly, this super-aura would take the form of white-hot fire, surrounding them like a second skin. This fire-aura, made from stolen magic and tied directly into the creatures' unconscious, only burned what the made dragon willed it to. It could be standing on a pile of kindling and not cause a spark. All the while toasting an independent marshmallow on one claw.
A made dragon whose super-aura took the form of fire, was called a Salamander. And that's what was standing behind Tai........
*****
I called to Tai, telling him to duck as I started running toward him down the hall, which suddenly seemed to be twice the size. But I knew it was too late, I could not get there in time, for the salamander was already moving. I watched in slow motion as the creature lunged for Tai's unprotected back.
Now, this is a good example of how my reputation as an idiot can, at times, be a great hindrance. Tai did not duck, as he would have if pretty much anyone else had told him to. No, instead he looked over his shoulder. He was just in time to see the salamanders claws slicing trough the air. There was a sickening puncture sound as the claws penetrated Tai's back, going through flesh and bone with equal ease, to emerge high on Tai's right side, just below his collar bone.
Tai made a shocked gagging sound, which was echoed by Izzy (I had almost forgotten about him) behind me. The list of unpleasant sounds was added to as the salamander pulled it's claws up over it's head-- without bothering to draw them out of Tai first. I cringed, watching an ugly gapping wound appear from the salamanders razor-sharp claws, one of which snagged on a piece of the now shattered collar bone, ripping it out of the skin. Tai's eyes rolled back in their sockets as he fainted, falling to the ground.
Well, at least now he was out of the way. I wasted no time, as the salamander looked to be deciding the best way to finish Tai off, but quickly chanted a spell. The spell I threw did not do much damage, just shocked it a little really, but it did what I wanted it to, distracted the salamander from Tai, and fixed it's attention on ME. Where it should be, I was the reason that it was here, it was my fault that Tai had gotten hurt... No, I shook off that thought, I couldn't think about Tai now, I could worry about him later. Now I had a salamander to kill.
My enemy jumped over Tai's unconscious form to face me as I finally made it to the elevators. We froze about six feet away from each other, each sizing the other one up. I saw the salamander sneer through it's blazing aura, and knew what it was thinking, that I would be an easy opponent to destroy. Many an enemy has thought this to their folly; I may not look like much, but I always got the job done.
I, on the other hand, was suffering no delusions about the strength of the creature I was facing. Many brave elves had died trying to bring such monsters down, there was no question in my mind that made dragons were highly lethal. I had to do this fast, while it still underestimated me.
It was a good thing I had experience with this sort of thing.
Back when I began to learn magic, it was discovered that my greatest talent lay in battle magic. This had greatly dismayed me, I have always hated violence. I have since learned to be grateful for my expertise in this area, it has saved my sister and I countless times. But it still depresses me. To have such a talent for destruction- and ample reasons to use it.
I called upon fire. Fire magic has always been deep in the blood of my family, but none of my ancestors had ever used it like this. Fire, although it can bring great disaster, had always meant life and warmth to us. It was one of my most effective weapons, I used it to defend; I used it to destroy; I used it to kill.
Now you might be asking yourself how fire can help against a creature protected by the same element. Well, let's see...
I held my right hand out to my side, palm facing upward. A little concentration and a lance made of fire appeared there. I grasped it about half-way down it's three foot length, and drew it back over my shoulder ready to throw. The flames that comprised it, which would burn anyone else, crackled softly against my palm, like an old friend. I had nothing to fear from fire, I never had. The salamander hadn't either, until now. I would make this creature fear the fire of it's origins, before it died.
To Be Continued ^_^
End Notes: No, I do not hate Tai, he's one of my favorite characters. So, don't yell at me yet. All will be revealed in time :) *mysterious smile*