Possessions
It had been four days since Myotismon invaded the real world and Oikawa had had no more luck finding the eighth child then anyone else. In fact, he couldn't find anyone...none of the so-called Digidestined, none of Myotismon's goons (he knew that some of them, if not all of them, had been destroyed in the many battles he had seen around the city...but that was the only time he had any real idea as to where they might be), and no sign of any portals. It was late and the fog was diminishing for the first time since Myotismon had appeared. He was standing on a dock at the harbor not more than five miles from the TV Studio. He was about to give up hope when the fog completely disappeared and for the first time he saw the Digital-World with his own eyes.
The sky was filled with it...everywhere. No longer distorted by his computer monitor, no longer left to his imagination. It was all there. He starred at it in awe for what seemed like an eternity when a small blinking light at it's edge caught his attention. It was an airplane he realized, and it was headed directly for his creation. "Stay away from it, damn you!" He screamed, "It's mine! I created it!" The plane flew on as if to spite him. Then, with great pleasure he noted, he saw it reach the edge and begin to plummet down toward the earth. A small smile spread across his face. Then he saw the great fiery bird fly up from the ground just east of the TV Studio and save the plane, bringing it safely back down to earth. Then he remembered Hiroaki.
Quickly pulling the picture from his pocket he pointed it toward the sky, not even noticing that in the past five years holding the picture close to his heart had turned the edges black.
"Look, Hiroaki." He said to the picture, "That's it, it's ours." Then he began to cry. He had not cried since Hiroaki's death, it felt strange...very foreign. "Why did you have to die?" He accused, the tears once again running steadily down his face. "Why, Hiroaki? Why?" He fell to his knees. "We were going to go together, the first of many!" As if in spite across the bay he saw a rainbow of light rise from the ground to the Digital-World above. Then he saw...them. The kids that had gone to the Digital-World and come back; they were going again. He got to his feet putting the picture back with the letter; close to his heart. "Wait! Please wait! Take me with you...please...don't leave me..." He fell to the ground once more and, for the last time, overcome by tears.
Hours seemed to have passed. Painful hours with nothing but tears and screams. He was still at the harbor, laying on the dock. The kids had long since disappeared back into the sky. Ascending to heaven like Jesus after his resurrection; he knew that they were there for a reason and could not help but feeling that the heaven they went to would be more like hell. It was with that final thought that Oikawa felt him by his side. Standing over him. Watching him. He had experienced this feeling three times in the past, once just in the past four days...and that's what this was like. Not like the first man, or even the child. This was a demon, and it had come for him. He got up and turned, but saw nothing. He was alone, physically, but he could still feel that demon's presence. Oikawa could no longer breath steadily. The fear was smothering, pushing him down deeper and deeper into the darkness. Then it took him and Oikawa knew nothing more than pain.