Chapter 6
*Authors note: I'm back... and you will for sure see more chapters by Lisa/Lost Soul in the future, at least two more.*
It had been a long day. And it was probably only about to get harder as D'Artagnan and the other three partners stressed that we learn to defend our selves on our own. Not that they wouldn't do most of the work. But if it ever came to the fact we didn't have them near... well... it's not something we Tamers wanted to think about.
Lisa slowly swung the sword down towards the ground. She faltered from the extra weight on her right foot. Everyone else watched and chatted with each other.
We were supposed to be eating lunched before yet another session before the Sovereign. Lisa, however, clamed not to be hungry and continued to get her self used to a sword. I believed that this wouldn't have been needed if she had listened to my request to join fencing with me.
"I swear there is something funny about this drink," Mike said, his voice questioning the contents of his drink when his words did not.
"This is Diecotra, Mike. Everything tastes funny." They laughed as I focused on the sun reflecting off Lisa's sword. I remembered what she said yesterday about... well... everything. From the D'Arc to what she thought of Ed.
Ed... how could she think such a thing. How could she think he'd join forces with Lokimon? How could she think that he'd lure Porthos and my D'Artagnan into a trap? How could she!
I jumped as the sword landed with a clank to the ground. Aramis jumped to her side and steady Lisa as her injured leg buckled. I shook my head and wondered how I could be mad at her for hating Ed; a handsome, strong, and cool guy of the likes of him?
What the hell was I thinking? What if he really was the enemy? No... not a Tamer... not one of us. And why the hell was I having all these strange feelings about him?
"Joan," I jumped again at the voice. Slow I turned my gaze to D'Artagnan who stood towering above me.
"Yes..." I asked slowly.
He squat down and looked me in the eye, "Do you feel sick?"
"Sick," I questioned him, "Um no... not at all," I lied. Was he feeling my same strange feelings about Ed.
"Okay... well... Joan... it's time to talk to the Sovereign." I nodded and got up. The others wished me off as I headed with D'Artagnan to the meeting room of the Soveriegn.
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The ghosts of the two fallen boys wandered into the Smokey Inn. Only to find it empty. The door was open... yet nothing resided inside its walls. They heard nothing, not even the running of water as the employs cleaned the muck covered pots and pans. Not a man or mon was present in the Inn.
They looked at each other and then the open door. Kazu checked and double checked every room in the Inn. When he came back down stairs he gave a grimace to his dead friend. Kenta limped to the door and peered out. He listened carefully at turned around to look at his friend.
"I hear voices... maybe there is something going on." Kenta said as Kazu came over to him. His figure was almost menacing to his friend. Not just because of the damage he sustained in the wreak, but from the extra inches he had above his friend.
"That could work to our advantage. The more people around the better the chance we have to get their attention." He smiled a tired smile. "Come on!" He motioned for his friend to come just as he burst out the door. Kenta jumped quickly and followed.
Their feet made no sound as they hit the pavement. For the only way for anyone to tell they were there was their cold essence.
Only a few blocks from where they started Kenta stopped. His mouth gaped open as he saw what looked to be a coliseum; skyscraper tall coliseum! "I thought these were only in Rome," he said in disbelief.
"A coliseum... they all must be there watching some sort of games..."
"Games... my friends?" A deep, bold, but friendly and recognizable voice said behind them. "This is more then just games."
"Then what is going on?" Kazu asked as he and his friend stood backs to the digimon that could see them. "An... and who... who are you to know this?"
"I am but another ghost to the universe. A spirit without a body. The bit of data that didn't die with the rest. Don't worry friends... you may turn around. Neither of us can hurt each other nor hurt any one of the living." The deep voiced ghost said.
"What's he talking about?" Kazu said as he glanced at his friend. "An... and why do you call us... friends?!" Unwillingly a hint of surprise was uttered at that last word.
"Kazu... Kenta... please, just turn around." Both boys jumped when they heard their names. How could the digimon behind them know their names? The war they fought in was almost 9 years ago. They were sure that the presence of a known human was not as distinct as that of a digimon. Yet... they did seem to recognize this ones aurora.
"Kazu... maybe we should turn around. He can't hurt us... and we are quite used to seeing ghosts..." Kenta said looking at his friend.
Kazu nodded and took a deep breath of nothingness as he turned around. His deep breath became a gasp as he saw the other ghosts face...
*Authors note: I'm back... and you will for sure see more chapters by Lisa/Lost Soul in the future, at least two more.*
It had been a long day. And it was probably only about to get harder as D'Artagnan and the other three partners stressed that we learn to defend our selves on our own. Not that they wouldn't do most of the work. But if it ever came to the fact we didn't have them near... well... it's not something we Tamers wanted to think about.
Lisa slowly swung the sword down towards the ground. She faltered from the extra weight on her right foot. Everyone else watched and chatted with each other.
We were supposed to be eating lunched before yet another session before the Sovereign. Lisa, however, clamed not to be hungry and continued to get her self used to a sword. I believed that this wouldn't have been needed if she had listened to my request to join fencing with me.
"I swear there is something funny about this drink," Mike said, his voice questioning the contents of his drink when his words did not.
"This is Diecotra, Mike. Everything tastes funny." They laughed as I focused on the sun reflecting off Lisa's sword. I remembered what she said yesterday about... well... everything. From the D'Arc to what she thought of Ed.
Ed... how could she think such a thing. How could she think he'd join forces with Lokimon? How could she think that he'd lure Porthos and my D'Artagnan into a trap? How could she!
I jumped as the sword landed with a clank to the ground. Aramis jumped to her side and steady Lisa as her injured leg buckled. I shook my head and wondered how I could be mad at her for hating Ed; a handsome, strong, and cool guy of the likes of him?
What the hell was I thinking? What if he really was the enemy? No... not a Tamer... not one of us. And why the hell was I having all these strange feelings about him?
"Joan," I jumped again at the voice. Slow I turned my gaze to D'Artagnan who stood towering above me.
"Yes..." I asked slowly.
He squat down and looked me in the eye, "Do you feel sick?"
"Sick," I questioned him, "Um no... not at all," I lied. Was he feeling my same strange feelings about Ed.
"Okay... well... Joan... it's time to talk to the Sovereign." I nodded and got up. The others wished me off as I headed with D'Artagnan to the meeting room of the Soveriegn.
**********
The ghosts of the two fallen boys wandered into the Smokey Inn. Only to find it empty. The door was open... yet nothing resided inside its walls. They heard nothing, not even the running of water as the employs cleaned the muck covered pots and pans. Not a man or mon was present in the Inn.
They looked at each other and then the open door. Kazu checked and double checked every room in the Inn. When he came back down stairs he gave a grimace to his dead friend. Kenta limped to the door and peered out. He listened carefully at turned around to look at his friend.
"I hear voices... maybe there is something going on." Kenta said as Kazu came over to him. His figure was almost menacing to his friend. Not just because of the damage he sustained in the wreak, but from the extra inches he had above his friend.
"That could work to our advantage. The more people around the better the chance we have to get their attention." He smiled a tired smile. "Come on!" He motioned for his friend to come just as he burst out the door. Kenta jumped quickly and followed.
Their feet made no sound as they hit the pavement. For the only way for anyone to tell they were there was their cold essence.
Only a few blocks from where they started Kenta stopped. His mouth gaped open as he saw what looked to be a coliseum; skyscraper tall coliseum! "I thought these were only in Rome," he said in disbelief.
"A coliseum... they all must be there watching some sort of games..."
"Games... my friends?" A deep, bold, but friendly and recognizable voice said behind them. "This is more then just games."
"Then what is going on?" Kazu asked as he and his friend stood backs to the digimon that could see them. "An... and who... who are you to know this?"
"I am but another ghost to the universe. A spirit without a body. The bit of data that didn't die with the rest. Don't worry friends... you may turn around. Neither of us can hurt each other nor hurt any one of the living." The deep voiced ghost said.
"What's he talking about?" Kazu said as he glanced at his friend. "An... and why do you call us... friends?!" Unwillingly a hint of surprise was uttered at that last word.
"Kazu... Kenta... please, just turn around." Both boys jumped when they heard their names. How could the digimon behind them know their names? The war they fought in was almost 9 years ago. They were sure that the presence of a known human was not as distinct as that of a digimon. Yet... they did seem to recognize this ones aurora.
"Kazu... maybe we should turn around. He can't hurt us... and we are quite used to seeing ghosts..." Kenta said looking at his friend.
Kazu nodded and took a deep breath of nothingness as he turned around. His deep breath became a gasp as he saw the other ghosts face...