Disclaimer- I do not own Digimon. And when I look at where this fanfic is
going . . . The Digimon Emperor does.
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Author's Note: Chapter 18 is here, people!!
- Rose ***********************************************************
Chapter 18
Present . . .
Akane woke up. It was the middle of the night. She got out of the bed and walked over to the window. She opened it. The cool night breeze gently blew at her face and hair.
She spotted a rocking chair on the other side of the room. She went over and pulled it next to the window. She sat down. Her room over looked a lake and a forest that surrounded it. The moon and stars were mirrored into the water. It was beautiful.
All of a sudden, a flash of blue and white darted past her eyes as a bird flew in from the window. It flew around the room a couple of times before it landed on Akane's lap.
"Hello, Peril," Akane said with a slight smile.
"There is nobody but you here right now," came a feminine whisper. "Why not use my name?"
"Perilmon," Akane said, gently stroking the bird's head.
The bird turned toward her and grinned. Akane smiled back, but then her smile faded a bit.
"I'm just lived my life again through a dream," she said.
"Your whole life in just less than two hours?"
"No, just until I saw Satan for the first time. Then, I just woke up."
"You know what?" Perilmon asked.
"What?"
"I just realized that I don't really know what happened to you before I met you." See the confused look Akane gave her, Perilmon continued. "I know what happened vaguely, but no details."
Akane was silent for a moment. Perilmon continued after she realized that Akane wasn't going to speak.
"If you're reflecting back on your life- like I told you to, in the first place- you could continue right now, and tell me about it.
Akane was silent for a few seconds. "Alright."
* * * * * * * * The Future . . .
Akane's P.O.V.
Five days later, I was getting ready to leave. My mother spent all of her time with me. She was there when I woke up, she was the last person I saw before I fell asleep. The morning of the day I was getting ready to leave, my mother had something for me.
"Take special care of this," Miyako said. In her hand was a necklace. It was gold with a sapphire stone.
"It's beautiful." It was beautiful. I still have it today.
"I hope this will remind you of me," she said, her voice was trembling a bit. She was trembling. "Listen, Akane . . . " She only used that name when they were alone or when she was really worried. Or just to show that she cared.
What she said next shocked me. Not that much, just a little. But, still. "Satan's going to do anything he can do to bring you to his side," she said.
"Won't he wait and see if I'm strong or not?" I asked.
"You are strong. You will be great. He's going to try to erase any good you have in you."
"What do I do?"
"Please remember me. Keep this necklace with you. He'll probably tell you that there's no one left for you. That there's no one you have to fight for but yourself." She paused. I could see the tears glistening in her eyes. Then she pulled me into a hug.
"I love you." She whispered.
* * * * * * * * *
Present
Third person P.O.V
"I bet that's the last thing she ever said to you before you left." Perilmon murmered.
Akane nodded. She tugged at a gold necklace around her neck. She pulled it out from underneath her shirt. The sapphire sparkled in the moonlight. 'I never told her I loved her back . . . ' she thought, feeling a little sick.
"I thought it was a locket . . . " Perilmon said, slowly.
"I'll tell you how it changed later. I had it altered so that not only would it remind me of her, it would be like a locket and carry her voice. Then I had it altered again before I came to the past."
"You had it altered before that. I know you did."
"You know I barely use it as a weapon . . . "
"Then, why the poison?" Perilmon asked.
Akane shrugged and continued.
* * * * * The Future . . .
I expected Hell to be . . . red, basically. Flames, then red walls, red floors . . . a lot of blood. You know, the stereotypical hell from TV shows. But, it wasn't.
I fell asleep on the way . . . I woke up in a dark room. It wasn't pitch black; I could see. So, I found a candle and I lit it. The room was pretty big, not huge like the master bedroom back home. It wasn't as big as my own room even, but big enough.
There was a knock at the door. Before I even said anything, it swung open and Catrina walked in. I hated her from the momment I saw her. She was dressed in this really long black dress and stuff. Too prissy, even though it was black.
"Come on, let's get you training," she said as she walked in. She grabbed my hand and led me out.
While walking down the hallway, I managed to get my hand back.
"Who are you?!"
Catrina turned and looked at me. She raised an eyerow. "First of all, you'll treat me with respect-"
"Make me!"
Catrina narrowed her eyes. "If the emperor or King Satan hadn't told me not to hit you, you would bit dust by now."
"Oh, I'm scared." I mostly don't talk back. I don't talk back to my mom because there's no reason to. The slaves don't yell at me or anything, so what's the point? I don't usually talk back to my father 'cause he'll hurt me or mom. Catrina, on the other hand, couldn't lay a hand on me. So, of course, I think I was enjoying it.
"For the last time, who are you?" I asked.
"I don't have to tell you anything," she replied.
"Fine, then I'll just refer to you as 'Slut' until you do tell me," I said, eyeing the low neckline and the slit in the skirt that almost went up to her hip.
Catrina growled. "How old are you?"
"Almost four."
Catrina looked surprised. She spun around on her heel and starting walking down the hall again. Slightly smirking to myself, I followed.
We stopped at a door. It was red; the rest of the hallway was black. The doors were red.
She knocked twice. I heard Satan's voice tell her to come in.
The room looked somewhat like a library. Shelves of books on just about everywall. There were couches -dark blue- and candles were the only source of light. I only remember thinking "have these guys ever heard of electricity?!"
Satan was there with my father. There was also Ace, Fima and Eugene, though I didn't know their names at the momment.
"Well, what do you think?" Satan asked Ken.
The emperor shrugged. "Good enough," came the curt reply.
I noticed how Ace sneered at this comment. What were they talking about?
"These are the best trainers -besides me- that hell has to offer. I assure you, we won't let you down."
Ken looked bored. "Sure."
I almost laughed at what Satan was trying to do. He was like a principal who would do anything to impress a very rich parent of a student. Didn't he get it? Ken couldn't care less what happened to me!
"Look, go ahead and do whatever you want. I have to leave now." Ken said, as he got up.
"Sure, we'll get her started right away." Satan said.
Ken merely stood up and disappeared.
Satan turned to me. "These will be your trainers. Ace, Fima, Eugene and Catrina." He gestured to them as he said each of their names. "You will begin your training tomorrow. As soon as the red moon rises."
Funny, right now, I only remember thinking 'moons in the morning?'
Satan continued. "Laziness will not be tolerated. You will have breaks between classes of course, but you will have to work hard at your classes. You will learn about the use of weapons. Ace will teach you. Poisons, herbs and healing. You will learn about those with Eugene. Psychology with Catrina. Fima will teach you how to fight. Defensive and offensive. I will teach you a few . . . tricks."
"Tricks?" I asked, raising an eye-brow.
Satan stared at me for a momment. I noticed Ace smirk softly. The women looked surprised. I guess they thought I wasn't going to speak unless spoken to. Oh, well. They thought wrong.
"Observe." Satan said at last. He turned to a plant. He raised a hand and pointed his middle and index figure at it. Suddenly, the plant burst into flames. He turned to me with a smug smile.
I smirked back. "Couldn't I have done that by rubbing a stone against a stick?"
His smile faltered. Ace laughed out loud, but shut up when Satan threw him a look. Satan turned back to me with a forced, pained smile plastered onto his face.
"Maybe fireballs aren't for you . . . " he murmered. "I'll find something else. Don't worry. Lessons start tomorrow, beginning with herbs and the rest. You may leave now."
I turned around and left. I found my room, went in and closed the door. I had acted tough against Satan, but what puzzled me was the lessons that Catrina will be teaching me.
Psychology?
End of Chapter 18
********************************************************** A.N. Review! Please review. I'll be nice and review your fics, too. Hey that rhymed . . . .
- Rose ***********************************************************
Chapter 18
Present . . .
Akane woke up. It was the middle of the night. She got out of the bed and walked over to the window. She opened it. The cool night breeze gently blew at her face and hair.
She spotted a rocking chair on the other side of the room. She went over and pulled it next to the window. She sat down. Her room over looked a lake and a forest that surrounded it. The moon and stars were mirrored into the water. It was beautiful.
All of a sudden, a flash of blue and white darted past her eyes as a bird flew in from the window. It flew around the room a couple of times before it landed on Akane's lap.
"Hello, Peril," Akane said with a slight smile.
"There is nobody but you here right now," came a feminine whisper. "Why not use my name?"
"Perilmon," Akane said, gently stroking the bird's head.
The bird turned toward her and grinned. Akane smiled back, but then her smile faded a bit.
"I'm just lived my life again through a dream," she said.
"Your whole life in just less than two hours?"
"No, just until I saw Satan for the first time. Then, I just woke up."
"You know what?" Perilmon asked.
"What?"
"I just realized that I don't really know what happened to you before I met you." See the confused look Akane gave her, Perilmon continued. "I know what happened vaguely, but no details."
Akane was silent for a moment. Perilmon continued after she realized that Akane wasn't going to speak.
"If you're reflecting back on your life- like I told you to, in the first place- you could continue right now, and tell me about it.
Akane was silent for a few seconds. "Alright."
* * * * * * * * The Future . . .
Akane's P.O.V.
Five days later, I was getting ready to leave. My mother spent all of her time with me. She was there when I woke up, she was the last person I saw before I fell asleep. The morning of the day I was getting ready to leave, my mother had something for me.
"Take special care of this," Miyako said. In her hand was a necklace. It was gold with a sapphire stone.
"It's beautiful." It was beautiful. I still have it today.
"I hope this will remind you of me," she said, her voice was trembling a bit. She was trembling. "Listen, Akane . . . " She only used that name when they were alone or when she was really worried. Or just to show that she cared.
What she said next shocked me. Not that much, just a little. But, still. "Satan's going to do anything he can do to bring you to his side," she said.
"Won't he wait and see if I'm strong or not?" I asked.
"You are strong. You will be great. He's going to try to erase any good you have in you."
"What do I do?"
"Please remember me. Keep this necklace with you. He'll probably tell you that there's no one left for you. That there's no one you have to fight for but yourself." She paused. I could see the tears glistening in her eyes. Then she pulled me into a hug.
"I love you." She whispered.
* * * * * * * * *
Present
Third person P.O.V
"I bet that's the last thing she ever said to you before you left." Perilmon murmered.
Akane nodded. She tugged at a gold necklace around her neck. She pulled it out from underneath her shirt. The sapphire sparkled in the moonlight. 'I never told her I loved her back . . . ' she thought, feeling a little sick.
"I thought it was a locket . . . " Perilmon said, slowly.
"I'll tell you how it changed later. I had it altered so that not only would it remind me of her, it would be like a locket and carry her voice. Then I had it altered again before I came to the past."
"You had it altered before that. I know you did."
"You know I barely use it as a weapon . . . "
"Then, why the poison?" Perilmon asked.
Akane shrugged and continued.
* * * * * The Future . . .
I expected Hell to be . . . red, basically. Flames, then red walls, red floors . . . a lot of blood. You know, the stereotypical hell from TV shows. But, it wasn't.
I fell asleep on the way . . . I woke up in a dark room. It wasn't pitch black; I could see. So, I found a candle and I lit it. The room was pretty big, not huge like the master bedroom back home. It wasn't as big as my own room even, but big enough.
There was a knock at the door. Before I even said anything, it swung open and Catrina walked in. I hated her from the momment I saw her. She was dressed in this really long black dress and stuff. Too prissy, even though it was black.
"Come on, let's get you training," she said as she walked in. She grabbed my hand and led me out.
While walking down the hallway, I managed to get my hand back.
"Who are you?!"
Catrina turned and looked at me. She raised an eyerow. "First of all, you'll treat me with respect-"
"Make me!"
Catrina narrowed her eyes. "If the emperor or King Satan hadn't told me not to hit you, you would bit dust by now."
"Oh, I'm scared." I mostly don't talk back. I don't talk back to my mom because there's no reason to. The slaves don't yell at me or anything, so what's the point? I don't usually talk back to my father 'cause he'll hurt me or mom. Catrina, on the other hand, couldn't lay a hand on me. So, of course, I think I was enjoying it.
"For the last time, who are you?" I asked.
"I don't have to tell you anything," she replied.
"Fine, then I'll just refer to you as 'Slut' until you do tell me," I said, eyeing the low neckline and the slit in the skirt that almost went up to her hip.
Catrina growled. "How old are you?"
"Almost four."
Catrina looked surprised. She spun around on her heel and starting walking down the hall again. Slightly smirking to myself, I followed.
We stopped at a door. It was red; the rest of the hallway was black. The doors were red.
She knocked twice. I heard Satan's voice tell her to come in.
The room looked somewhat like a library. Shelves of books on just about everywall. There were couches -dark blue- and candles were the only source of light. I only remember thinking "have these guys ever heard of electricity?!"
Satan was there with my father. There was also Ace, Fima and Eugene, though I didn't know their names at the momment.
"Well, what do you think?" Satan asked Ken.
The emperor shrugged. "Good enough," came the curt reply.
I noticed how Ace sneered at this comment. What were they talking about?
"These are the best trainers -besides me- that hell has to offer. I assure you, we won't let you down."
Ken looked bored. "Sure."
I almost laughed at what Satan was trying to do. He was like a principal who would do anything to impress a very rich parent of a student. Didn't he get it? Ken couldn't care less what happened to me!
"Look, go ahead and do whatever you want. I have to leave now." Ken said, as he got up.
"Sure, we'll get her started right away." Satan said.
Ken merely stood up and disappeared.
Satan turned to me. "These will be your trainers. Ace, Fima, Eugene and Catrina." He gestured to them as he said each of their names. "You will begin your training tomorrow. As soon as the red moon rises."
Funny, right now, I only remember thinking 'moons in the morning?'
Satan continued. "Laziness will not be tolerated. You will have breaks between classes of course, but you will have to work hard at your classes. You will learn about the use of weapons. Ace will teach you. Poisons, herbs and healing. You will learn about those with Eugene. Psychology with Catrina. Fima will teach you how to fight. Defensive and offensive. I will teach you a few . . . tricks."
"Tricks?" I asked, raising an eye-brow.
Satan stared at me for a momment. I noticed Ace smirk softly. The women looked surprised. I guess they thought I wasn't going to speak unless spoken to. Oh, well. They thought wrong.
"Observe." Satan said at last. He turned to a plant. He raised a hand and pointed his middle and index figure at it. Suddenly, the plant burst into flames. He turned to me with a smug smile.
I smirked back. "Couldn't I have done that by rubbing a stone against a stick?"
His smile faltered. Ace laughed out loud, but shut up when Satan threw him a look. Satan turned back to me with a forced, pained smile plastered onto his face.
"Maybe fireballs aren't for you . . . " he murmered. "I'll find something else. Don't worry. Lessons start tomorrow, beginning with herbs and the rest. You may leave now."
I turned around and left. I found my room, went in and closed the door. I had acted tough against Satan, but what puzzled me was the lessons that Catrina will be teaching me.
Psychology?
End of Chapter 18
********************************************************** A.N. Review! Please review. I'll be nice and review your fics, too. Hey that rhymed . . . .
