Of Tarnished Dragons and Golden Angels
By Dickie
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the digimon card game or anime.
Author notes: This is my first Digimon fanfiction. The ending of 02 will be disregarded as the Odaiba Digidestined will be called back from retirement 4 years after Malomyotismon's defeat. I'll use the English names for the characters, mainly because 'Iori' is also the name of a murderous loon in the game King of Fighters, and I find it hard to associate the same name to the overly serious child in 02.
An overall update throughout this entire story, with modifications to some chapters and some basic formatting ^_^.
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Goddamn you all...
You think I care for you?
Hardly. Not after your true feelings towards myself were revealed.
Tch. You took me for granted. Expecting me to always be there to support you, like I always have. No. Like I had. No more. Always have I given you support. Even your damned face T.K.. But in my time of need, my darkest hour you left me alone. To face the enemy alone. How the agony opened my eyes.
Why must I have the forsaken crests of Courage and Friendship!!?
...Wait. I realize now. Courage to withstand the taunts and blind Friendship to stand by your side, no matter what.
Damn you Azulongmon. What was wrong with you!? What clouded your judgement so greatly as to bestow the honour of a becoming a Digidestined upon me!!? Don't get me wrong. Becoming a Digidestined was one of the greatest things ever to happen in my wretched life. But couldn't you have chosen someone who would be accepted amongst the others? Someone who wouldn't be the butt of their jokes. Or someone who would be appreciated for their efforts, not scorned. And what virus infected your program badly enough to give me the power of Miracles? The blasted thing is far more powerful than any other crest!! Even the combined might of Courage and Friendship is dwarfed compared to Miracles....
But now you bastards no longer have Miracles as an ally..
Goddamn you all. Goddamn you all indeed.
Courage to accept my miserable fate and Frienship, loyal to the bitter end. And what a bitter end indeed. I treasured what friends I had, and the bonds I made with them still stand though battered and torn. My friendship to you all is still as strong as the day it was forged yet your links with myself shattered the moment you abandonded me.
Why?
Ken Ichijouji. My only friend. The only one who ever understood. I envy you. You have it all now. A caring family, someone who loves you, and friends. True friends. Not false trust, like I had. Do not worry my friend. I harbour no resentment towards you. You did what you had to. Your love should always come first, over your friends and for that, I understand.
I realised the difficulty you faced, as to whether or not come to my aid, or leave and take your loved one to safety. I'm glad you took the latter option, as sincerely hope you never have to experience such mind snapping pain.
Look after the one you love Ken. Hold her close and never let go and you'll never regret it my friend. Not even for a second. Let your love take flight and dance amongst the stars. My own love sunk like a rock.
Hopely she won't scorn you like she did myself. Then again, no one really liked me much.
Yolei Inoue. Dammit Yolei if you treat Ken the same way you did me then you sure as hell don't deserve his love. Don't think I didn't know about what you say behind my back. For such a nerdy girl, you were such a favoured resource of gossip amongst the 'popular girls'. You shot down any and every chance of a girl taking interest in me... what the hell did I ever do to you to derserve this?
Cody. How could one so young be so serious and brooding. You'll do enough of that during your teen years if anything. Enjoy life as child Cody, and no matter what, do not be influenced by foolish actions or follow your friends blindly into any suspect situation. Relish the carefree life of a child Cody, because as you get older, you'll be given the burden of responsibility and all childish nature will be forced aside, to be forgotten. I can overlook your actions, because of the loyalty you have for Yolei. I just hope your loyalty won't come back and bite you in the ass.
T.K. Takashi. Damn you. What the hell did I ever do to you, other than befriend Kari!? But somehow, the moment you returned, Kari diverted all her attention to you, leaving me left out and alone. And for some strange reason, I became the target for all your pent up contempt and anger that you had held in over the years. In the eyes of others, you weren't capable of doing wrong, because you were T.K. Takashi, who was partnered with an Angel Digimon and given the Crest of Hope. Not me, however. I was the dark and dingy Davis, where all misfortune had spawned from. All because I made friends with Kari.
Every little mishap I ever had, was magnified to such an obscene scale by your laughter, and exaggerated lies with the aid of Yolei. Yet whenever luck wasn't shining as brightly on you as it was the day before, it was swept away and hidden because you were T.K. Takashi and you weren't capable of such misfortune.
Kari Kamiya. An accursed life, tormenting me at every turn. A blessed life, watching you smile. Your smile and happiness not a direct product of mine, but you are happy none the less. A longing to make you happy, to make me happy for eternity burns within my heart. It still burns as fiercely as the day I realized I cared for you,despite the pain and anguish you placed me through.
This sentimentality is useless. Unless of course you are some kind of madman that enjoys putting yourself through this kind excruciating emotional torture. I never really understood the power of Love, having never experienced Love from others myself. The feelings I have for Kari, I am uncertain. Is it love? Is it real? Most likely an obsession. Ugh...to be compared to stalker. How pathetic.
To hate you and help you. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Friendship. To draw strength from your comrads. Courage. To lead your comrads into battle with Courage unwavering. Friendship and Courage combined to birth a Miracle.
Am I the Miracle? If so then Azulongmon help us all.
T.K. Takaishi and Kari Kamiya.
A match made by destiny?
Ugh. I cannot stand those who believe in 'pre-destined' couples.
More like a match spawned from jealousy.
Jealousy of my friendship with Kari, that may have bloomed into something else. That something else I have no idea. Maybe hate. Hate over the difficulty I face trying to live up to your standards, to be worthy of your brothers goggles. To take my place along side all of you who have each earnt your place in the eyes and hearts of eachother.
Not me. I'm still an outsider. I have yet to gain your respect but quite frankly, I really don't care or want it. I gained respect from the older Digidestined, yet I was still to be accepted amongst the newer, younger group, barring my best and only friend Ken. Hmph. How ironic. To have an outsider bring another outsider into a group, and still be an outsider while the newer one is welcomed.
I've tried endlessly, to earn your respect but all it gained me was just more ridicule, rumours and scorn.
But its just not worth it. I doubt my presence will be missed.
Signed, Davis Motomiya
~*~
You love the way I look at you
While taking pleasure in all the awful things you put me through
You take away, if I give in
My life, my pride is broken...
~*~
'Hmm..it's Christmas. It was about this time four years ago I left. It was also the end of Malo Myotismon..as well as the end of other things..'
'I guess I've changed alot since then....'
He stopped thinking, and continued strolling down the main street at a leisurely pace, clearing a path of snow with his shoes. Despite the cold, icy weather, people were in high spirits where one smile to another would be more contagious than the flu.
He stopped outside a small arcade, where all the latest games were. Amongst them were the viciously popular 'Dance Games' and 'Music Games.'
He shuffled inside, his legs still slightly numbed from the biting wind outside. He looked about, and walked over to counter. Handing over his money, he was given in exchange a handful of tokens.
He strolled past all the new fangled games, over to the older games. 'King of Fighters 2001.'
He leaned over slightly, and slipped a token into the coin slot, the familiar intro music adding to the already blaring music.
He stepped back outside, into the biting cold, after shifting from machine to machine, beating each one once. Quite a long list indeed. All of them older games, but still rather popular amongst their followers.
No longer did the top scores read, 'KEN' but now 'DAI'.
His moves in the game were swift and precise, taking his time to calculate the situation then countering with brutal force, or a full on total assault, displaying who exactly was in charge. In his younger years he was brash and arrogant, charging headlong into danger with absolute disregard for the consequences or planning before hand. It was amazing what pain could do to alter your perspective
He had filled out since he was a kid, his spiky afro now cut shorter into a more tamable mass of spikes. His sister aswell had changed, with all the right curves in the right places and no longer having an even larger mass of spikes than her brother. She had developed into a beautiful young lady, and long, silky maroon hair. No longer did she chase the boys. The boys *now* chased her.
The only thing about him that had actually remained the same since his youth, was the difficulty he had making friends. True friends.
Who wouldn't talk about you behind your back, or ridicule your misfortune.
He gave up trying to make friends long ago, finding it easier to keep to himself and not burden others with his problems. If he told anyone his problems, they would most likely spread it around until it evolved into a hideous rumour which had no truth to it at all. It was like that before, so he kept to himself. Yamato said it was too hard to keep things bottled up, but he was going to prove he was stronger than that.
He continued down the street, into the chilling wind. He shivered slightly, but ignored it and continued on.
'Why did we have to come back......?'
After pausing for a moment he noticed something. 'Dammit. I'm hungry.'
He had spotted a burger parlour nearby, and didn't hesitate for a moment as he set off in its direction.
'Haha...Demi Veemon will be angry that I went without him. Nevermind. I'm too hungry right now.'
As he passed through the doors, and into the warmth of the building, the soft smell of burgers wafting through the air. He walked up to the counter, and ordered himself a meal, and an even larger one for his partner which he stuffed into his bag.
"Digimon partner," he explained to the trainee at the counter.
The trainee nodded in understanding. "Aww yeah. I know the feeling. My little brother has a Gizamon and we have a couple of Meramon out back in the kitchen."
"Meramon?"
"Yeah, they're the ones responsible with cooking most of the food. Uptight control freaks, but boy can they cook!"
"Yeah, well I'll take your word for it."
"SHURA!!!"
The trainee stiffened at the sound of her name barked out harshly.
"Oh shit!!" She hurriedly straightened herself up, and tried to make herself look busy.
"Oh, stop bullshiting Shura. What the hell were you were doing exactly!?" It seemed her boss had shown up, displaying his condescendant attitude to the fullest.
"Helping the customers...," was her meek reply, despite her earlier composure.
"Hah. You helping someone? Like hell I'm sure."
A furious blush arose, as her face began to heat up. The short, seriously overweight thing chuckled to himself then turned his sleazy gaze to the young man and his face creased into a smile. "I'm sorry sir. I hope she was no incovenience whatsoever."
His eyes narrowed, as the bastard's face strained to keep the mask of kindness up, and his voice dripping with falseness.
"There was no inconvenience until you dragged your fat ass over here and began insulting your own employee, then addressing me with false kindness you greasy pile of shit. Now drag yourself back into whatever hole you struggled out of this morning and leave me to take my food before I lose my appetite from the sight of your face you ugly bastard."
His voice was cold and harsh, displaying no emotion whatsoever. He grabbed his meal, turned around, and left. The older man was seething, his face ablaze in red, and a furious looking vein threatnening to burst. As he stepped outside, he heard the irate man scream, "SHURA, YOU'RE FIRED!!! GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE!!"
He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as it was not his problem, even if he was indirectly responsible. 'Too bad.'
As he continued on, he was accompanied by another person who had just caught up to him. Glancing sideways he noticed it was the girl from the burger place, with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
Without even turning to address her he asked, "What are you doing here?"
"He never really liked me, ever since I rejected his son's greasy ass. But anyway, I smacked him over, before taking off," Shura explained.
"With my stuff of course," she added.
"So what do you want?"
"Well, I want to say thanks for back there....for standing up for me....he used to always give me a hard time..."
"I don't care."
"Oh..."
They continued on in silence, until Shura abruptly stopped. For some reason unknown to him, he paused and turned around to see what she was upto. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her strip off the uniform of her former employment, in the middle of the street, in plain view of everyone.
'Niiice...,' he thought as he saw underneath her blue shirt.
As she pulled a black hooded jumper over herself from inside her bag, her cheeks flushed slightly as she caught his gaze with his own. She had gotten used to the oogling but somehow this guy seemed different, in a darker way.
He didn't realise he was staring until she grinned at him. "Like what you see?" she smirked. He allowed himself an ever so brief smirk, then continued walking. Frowning slightly, she quickly fixed up her clothes, slung her bag back on and ran after him.
"I just kinda realised something...."
"Ahh, the wonders of thought," he responded with a sarcastic edge.
Ignoring him, she introduced herself. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Shura Oniyaki,"
"Oniyaki?...what kind of last name is Demon Scorcher?"
She laughed a bit. "It's a kinda long story."
"Nevermind then."
"What about you? You know my name, but I don't know yours?"
There was silence.
"C'mon, whats your name?"
"You're not going to let this pass will you?"
"Nope."
"Too bad, it's not going to happen."
Shura gave up her questions, finding they got her no where. It seemed he didn't really want to talk. They continued walking in silence, weaving in and out of the constant traffic of Christmas shoppers. *BLIP*. He paused, straining his ears to find what the strange beeping was. *BLIP*. There it was again. After another few moments he heard it once more.
*BLIP*"Hmm?"
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a blue and white digivice. After scanning through the various screens, he found the reason for the reaction from the device.
'Shit!! Not now!!,' his mind screamed at him.
"Dammit," he cursed under his breath, as he quickly glanced around amongst the crowd, looking for someone or something.
"Whats the problem?" inquired Shura. He didn't hear her.
'Fuck. Some of the other Chosen are nearby. I can't let them know I'm here...not yet,' he thought to himself. He watched in silent anger, as the dots got closer and closer to his radius, the beeping becoming more constant until he heard the one voice he had desperately hoped not to hear. He had already forgotten that he had given up on hope years ago.
"...Davis...?"
"Shit," he muttered, as he heard her voice. "Too late..."
He turned around, reluctantly, not wanting to face her or the others yet. As he faced her, he found that he was not the only to have changed over the years. His cold, unfeeling gaze locked onto hers, as he stared into her soft brown eyes. A quick once over saw that she had definitely changed alot, her body maturing. When he left, she still held the cuteness of youth, but now after four years she had definitely left cuteness behind, and embraced the body of a gorgeous young woman. Her hand which had always sought out comfort with others, snaked out and squeezed gently on her companions hand for reassurance, and the gesture was returned.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking time to compose himself. He had not spent the last four years practically alone, going through absolute shit and building impregnable walls of emotional seclusion to have them all torn down in a few seconds. All the horrid experiences he ever had since meeting her, all flooded back into his memory, still as fresh and crisp as the day it occurred.
His cold mask of unfeeling he wore, creased into a icy glare, chilling her right through her essence, beyond the frosty touch of the snow.
"Get the fuck away from me Kamiya."
"But, Davis-"
"I'm not going to say it again. Get away from me."
Turning on his heel, Davis walked away from her, ignoring the glare he could feel burning into his back and shutting out the image of those beautiful brownish eyes full of confused emotion.
Taking her chances, Kari bit her lip, and relinquished her grip on T.K.'s hand and ran after Davis with small, hesitant steps. As she caught up to him, she placed her hand onto his shoulder, causing him to stop and slowly turn around until she stood face to face to Davis, Davis having an obvious height advantage. As she looked into his brown eyes, she found that the bright spark that was once there, no longer remained, only utter coldness. Without warning, she was flung away into the snow by some powerful force, landing roughly. Davis didn't even grimace at the sight.
"Kari!!!" yelled T.K., rushing to her side. "You ok?" he asked her. A small nod was her response.
"Davis....," her companion growled, letting his anger become known, his hand tightening into a fist, faint wisps of white light emanating from his hand.
"No Takashi. Don't even try."
"We'll see about that," he replied. And with that, T.K. lunged forward, his arm extended, a tail of white light following it.
Davis weaved to the side, easily dodging the attack then retaliated with a swift blow to T.K.'s exposed flank. As T.K. grimaced in pain, Davis then drove his fist into his gut, then cracked his fist against T.K.'s jaw, causing him to stumble momentarily. Feeling no remorse whatsoever, Davis then clamped his hand around T.K.'s throat, and wretched him over against the wall and smashing him against it with brutal ease. Davis then snarled, and hoisted T.K. up against the wall, with uncanny strength. A flash of energy surged up his arm and flooded into T.K., erupting into a flaring blaze of gold light. Having not finished with his brutal act, T.K. was then dragged from the wall and driven into the ground, where he was engulfed into a another searing flash of gold light edged with pain.
When the light had subsided, an unconscious T.K. lay fallen on the ground, shallow breaths pacing in and out. The snow around him had receded, the flare of ki melting it easily. The public was no where in sight, after the first bright explosion of light, they had all fled, with a few onlookers remaining. Shura had backed off a fair distance, but was still there to witness what had happened. And it was no secret. It seemed various Chosen around the world were gifted with wondrous abilities, having some link to the Digital World. The Odaiba Chosen of Japan were no different, with each member slowly gaining some ability in one element or another. The children were not reprimanded and taken into custody by the government of their home nations, having believing that if the children were responsible enough to handle saving the world with only their monster friends, then they would be responsible enough to handle their special gifts. There were incidents when the Chosen Children actually used their gifts in public, but that had been in the most extraodinary of instances.
Davis raised himself from his crouched position, an unreadable expression upon his face. He glanced around, and found that the streets were bare, and that Shura looking on in fearful awe. Without even pausing, he turned around and began walking off from the scene, not even caring about the status of T.K.. That was until he heard a shrill, piercing scream, and the area became engulfed within a flash of fuchsia coloured light.
Turning around, he saw that Kari had also accessed her abilities, and was floating in mid air, with a sphere of purplish pink energy surrounding her. But it wasn't Kari who was floating in mid-air. Kari's conciousness had been forced to take a back seat as her own special gift took control for the first time in a feral manner, and all she could do was was watch from inside her own head. It was almost as if her Crest power was reacting to Davis...
Davis growled to himself, as he settled into a defensive stance, crackling outbursts of golden ki blazing from his hands.
Kari had a knack for accessing her powers in the most dire of situations, like during her first trip to the Digital World, she enabled Agumon to warp digivolve into Wargreymon to defeat Machinedramon, and when Gatomon digivolved into Angewomon without the aid of the Crest of Light when she was stuck within the Dark Ocean. It seemed that this was a dire situation for her.
With another scream, the sphere surrounding doubled in size, destroying everything that came into contact with it. Her soft brown eyes had disappeared, becoming totally white and giving her the appearance of omnipotence. Slowly, she raised her arms up by her sides, then with one swift motion, she flung the sphere surrounding her at Davis, the ball carving its destuctive path through the thick concrete. As the ball advanced towards Davis, Kari collapsed onto the hard ground, its chilling touch clearing her senses and allowing her to regain control over her body once more. She looked up and watched in horrific awe, as her fuchsia blast tore its way towards Davis, and he made no motions to avoid its path.
As the blast seemingly quickened in its pace, it reached dangerously close to Davis, until he outstretched his arms above himself, and with a roar he struck the ground, releasing a swift charge of blistering golden ki that whipped up and surrounded him, splitting the ground around him with sickening ease.
As the angry flare of ki blazed on, the fuchsia ball collided against it and instantly began dissapating under the contact, like deleted data in the Digital World. Kari watched in awe, almost fearful, as Davis disposed of her attack. As soon as there was no remains of her attack, Davis visibly relaxed, and the golden aura surrounding himself flickered briefly before disappearing. Without a second thought, Davis turned around and left, leaving Kari to deal with the unconscious T.K..
Kari slowly managed to get to her feet, having feeled totally drained after her brief moment of omnipotence. The streets were still bare, after Davis's attacks, so she trudged over slowly to T.K.'s unconscious form. As she reached T.K., she dropped to her knees, suprised at how feeble she was at the moment. As she hit the cold ground again, another figure rushed over to her side. Glancing sideways, Kari found it was the girl that was accompanying Davis. Wordlessly, Kari pulled up her D-Terminal, and began a short e-mail.
*Tai please help. Davis is back and T.K. is hurt...
Oh god, hurry Taichi...*
~*~
I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of how my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing
~*~
The music part is from the 'Points of Authority' by Linkin Park and the last part is from 'Crawling in the Dark' by Hoobastank. I've no affiliation with either of them.