Hey all! This is my first fic (non-poem) on ff.net. I've had this idea floating around in my head for months now, and I've finally gotten off my lazy ass to bang it all out. Keep in mind this is highly AU, not only because the plot would be incomprehensible without some character changes, but because I've only seen a handful of season 3 episodes. Without further ado, here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, well….
To Redeem Oneself
Prologue: Incubus
The tranquility of the stark, desolate sands was disturbed only by the soft crunching produced by a solitary figure making his way across the deserted beaches. The dark figure seemed to have some sort of motivation in mind as he trudged across the barren land. The occasional nosy Scubamon was dispatched with a low-power Flame Inferno; other than that, however, the traveler seemed to be unimpeded in his journey.
He paused when he reached the entrance to some sort of sea-side cave, seemingly pondering if it would suit his needs. After a moment of thought, he gave a satisfied grunt and entered, electrifying blue eyes scanning the small area. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.
He set to work immediately. Calling upon all the data he had collected in the past, he managed to force it into his palm, where it collected in a hazy white orb that spun with unearthly fervor. Into it he poured his anger, his rage, his hatred, everything he stood for and symbolized. When he was finished, it glowed with an unnatural red shimmer.
The figure's eyes betrayed his emotions to the rest of the world. He seemed to be content, but in a sort of demonic way. Before he could admire his creation more, however, his thoughts turned to the orb's applications. He racked his mind for a place to send it.
The Eastern Quadrant? No, it had already been overrun with those pathetic digidestined – his eyes narrowed at the simple thought of that name. The Northern Quadrant? He didn't know enough about the Northern Quadrant to send it there. The Western Quadrant perhaps? Too risky, one of the three angel digimon there would probably detect it and destroy it before it could merge. And that left the Southern Quadrant, which seemed like a perfect choice, since Zhuqiaomon's hatred for humans would probably cloud his senses.
The Southern Quadrant it was then. The figure extended his arm to its full length, chanting a spell in some long forgotten language. The orb seemed to expand as the figure's chanting grew louder, and then it simply flashed white and disappeared.
The figure collapsed onto the ground. Both the creation of the orb and the cross-dimensional spell he had cast upon it had severely drained him of his energy. He would need a while to recuperate, and the small, dark cave he resided in would provide ample protection due to its relative obscurity along the battered shoreline of the world known as the Dark Ocean.
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After passing through dimensional rift, the orb emerged into a bustling West Shinjuku. Darting around buildings and into alleyways as if it had a mind of its own, it sought a sentient being possessing enough dark energy to free its master. It spent many days traveling through the city like some sort of specter returned from the grave.
At long last, it found a host. Residing within a bakery in one of the more residential areas of the city was a young boy who seemed to radiate dark energy despite his rather shy and kind demeanor. Content that its master would be most pleased with this specimen, the orb waited until night fell, and then, as if acting on cue, phased through the boy's bedroom wall. The boy had fallen asleep at his desk, lamp still on, pencil still clutched tightly in his hand as if he were merely pondering a new work of art.
The orb approached the boy, taking care to stay low to the ground as to minimize the amount of light it produced. Creeping along the wooden floor, it rose as it approached the chair, sliding around the backrest stealthily. It paused above the boy's body, hesitating, as if unsure of its decision. Then, with an air of finality, it plunged itself into the boy. The light spread from his back and outwards, washing over every part of him from the tips of his fingers to the soles of his feet like a wave of light.
Then it was gone. And the only indication that anything had been there last night was the small symbol that had mysteriously appeared on the boy's chest, like some sort of tattoo, pulsating with an eerie yet dull red light before fading into a darkest black.
It was a hazard symbol.
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There you go, my first ever digimon fanfic. I've always wanted to write one, but I've always been too lazy to start one.
One of my motivations for writing this story is since I was predicted a 5 (basically my teacher guesstimated that I would receive around 70-80ish on my finals) for English, I've decided to write a few stories (well, story, since this will probably be pretty long) to sharpen my skills. So, any and all constructive criticism is appreciated!
Umm… anyone wanna be my beta reader? I'm sure there are a few spelling and grammar errors in there, and I could always use someone to help fill me in on a few facts about the third season of digimon. If you would be kind enough to help me write this thing, then send an email to sarukada@hotmail.com or leave a review. Thanks!
Expect this to be updated on a whenever-I-feel-like basis, a.k.a. anywhere from once every week to once a month, depending on what homework I have and how motivated I feel.
PS somebody tell me how to italicize and bold! ARGH!