A/n - *is mourning the loss of her remote control* why... I'm so sorry, I
didn't mean to... I didn't... *is bawling her eyes out* *knock on door*
*sobsobcomeinsob* *Nefleign comes in and thwaps Kylara upside the head* YOU
IDIOT, YOU STILL HAVE A WHOLE STORAGE ROOM OF THEM LEFT! *Gives her a
another thwap for the hell of it and leaves* *is sitting there, not only
being an idiot, but feeling like one now too* *goes to a huge vault on the
other side of the room* *trys to blast it open with a spirit gun* *fails*
*thinks (YES! she is actually thinking for once! ----by Nefleign) *does a
Kamehameha Wave* *fails* *does a Lunar Beam* *fails* *remembers the combo,
and puts it in* *door opens to reveal hundreds upon thousands upon millions
of remote controls* *dives* DIVE DIVE DIVE! (A la monkey bone) *comes back
out holding a perfectly good remote controller* *cradles remote controller*
*looks at people and stops cradling* anything in someone's dream is through
their own eyes. Just a fair warning. *Zaps everyone in audience* see ya'!
Ryo woke up the next morning. It was freezing! He could have sworn that he closed the window... he got up shivering, and closed it. There was a thick layer of frost outside. Well, it was almost winter after all. He looked back over at Rika. He ran over to her, being worried. He could practically see her breath. He wrapped the blankets around her as tight as they would go, with cutting off her air or the circulation of her blood. After he closed the window, he went into the kitchen. As he opened the freezer to pull out some frozen waffles, he had a sudden flashback of the nightmare from this morning. Dark Ocean, thugs, Rika, cold, and darkness. He was blown backwards by the memory, on his butt, three feet back from the fridge. He shook hid head and got up. He pulled himself up, and finally got out the frozen waffles. He absentmindedly put them in the toaster after closing the fridge. His thoughts were elsewhere, and not concentrating on reality at the moment. He was thinking about his dream. What did it mean? Was it a view of what was to come? What's that smell? He was pulled back into reality after he smelled the putrid smell of burning waffles. He went over and disposed of them. He wasn't that hungry anyways. He sleepily trudged back into the bedroom. Rika, still sleeping soundly and snuggly under the blankets, looked like she wasn't having a hard time breathing anymore. That was definitely a good thing. He went over and sat down next to her. He had to take out her ponytail, so he could get the cuts on her head. He brushed away a few strands of orange hair from her face. She was very pretty. He couldn't deny that. But the one thing that he had stuck on his mind, the one thing that he couldn't avoid thinking about. She was just his friend, just like all the other tamers, but he felt different around her. He felt more obliged to show off, to try and make himself look good, to try and impress her. Could it be possible that he... liked her? No, he couldn't. Of all those times that they showed off, and play fought, and teased each other, he couldn't have possibly been doing it because he liked her, could it? He put the thought off at the moment. He didn't get much sleep last night, and decided to take his chance to get it now. He laid down next to her and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost instantly. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm around her.
~Rika's dream~
Rika looks around as a cold, dark and ominous mist surrounded her. She was lying down. Everything she saw was covered in a thick layer of fog. She was suddenly standing up. But how? She didn't even care to question at the moment. The fog cleared slowly, and was replaced with a mist that seemed to hint danger, and a faint smell of blood lingered in it. She looked down at her body. Her clothes were tatters, she was covered in head to foot with dirt and there were bloodstains all over her. What had happened...she was about to ask herself this, when a noise from behind made her spin around. The mist swirled slightly as she squinted, searching for the intruder. A faint laugh echoed. It filled her entire being with fear. She took a step back.
"W...who's there?! Show yourself! I'm warning you, I'll..."
"You'll what? Fight me? Insult me? Call for your pathetic digimon partner?" a body-less voice called.
She gasped slightly. Her eyes widened. How could they know? Who was this? Where was Renamon?
"Who are you? What do you want?" she cried as she unwarily took a step back.
"Do you really want to know who I am, and what I want? Or are you afraid to know?"
She finally found some strength in her body and punched into the thin air. It was quickly followed by two more punches and a kick. She ran forward, hoping to run into whomever it was speaking, but found nothing. Once again, she heard the harsh, cold voice, but this time, from behind.
"Honestly, I thought you of all people could do better than that, Digimon Queen."
She shivered, not knowing what to do, where to go, or who this was. Why was everything so cold? Yes, it was autumn, but it shouldn't be this cold. If it weren't for the mist, she might be able to see the heat radiating from her body! And the fact that her clothes were almost completely in shreds didn't help the matter.
"You want to know my name? Fine, I'll tell you. But, I warn you. It is probably the last thing you'll ever hear. Umbramon."
"Good, now that I know your name, I'll know what to put on your tombstone"
She glared into the mist as a figure stepped out into view. At first it seemed like only a shadow, but it wasn't. What slightly resembled a human form in the middle of completely pitch-black flames. The only thing able to penetrate that utter darkness was gleaming crimson eyes, which seemed to be longing to lash out and kill. Rika took another step back as Umbramon began to circle around her.
"Isn't it your mouth that almost got you killed on an earlier occasion, Rika? I would have expected you to have learned after you made the mistake once."
"What are you talking about? What do you want!"
"What am I speaking of? Well, I'll just let you relive the moment. I'm not in the mood to tell bedtime stories..."
She gasped as everything around her dissolved out of vision. She was replaced in the same scenario as earlier. The alleyway.
"Hey little girrrrl. Whacha doin' out this late?"
Determined to keep her pride in being a female, she once again opened her mouth too reply.
"None of your business freak."
Out of the shadows appeared five guys, each of them being about twice her size, the leader easily being the biggest, strongest, and dumbest in Rika's opinion once again. They began to circle her, like a pack of wolves or sharks would their next victim. The leader stopped right in front of her. He smirked and brought up his hand to her chin. She was about to punch him again, but Umbramon appeared behind him smirking so evilly that her insides nearly froze in fear. Umbramon looked up from Rika, switching his gaze to down the street. Ryo was walking towards them, even though he was about two blocks down, he was still walking pretty fast. He looked back down at the thug.
"Tell me gorgeous, what are you doin' out this time of n..."
She finally summoned up courage, and probably more out of pride and instinct she slugged him as hard as she could across his face. A rustle from behind and a shadow creeping over her back confirmed that another thug had tried to jump her. She landed a hard kick directly in his stomach, before she turned a quick gaze unto Umbramon again. The black flames around him were growing, creating her to fear rise, making her abandon the fight into the alleyway. She looked ahead. A dead end? Oh no... not again... she spun around to find the thugs practically on top of her. She would have been able to escape, but Umbramon was directly behind them. Even if she got past the thugs, she would have to face him. All but the leader pinned her. Big, dumb, and ugly came up and snarled in her face.
"Nobody punches me and gets away with it. Especially no little firecracker. Got it?"
Before she could stop herself, she spoke up.
"You are going to regret those w..."
His fist slammed into her stomach, making her spit up blood from the damaged internal organs, the pain from before being reincarnated to life once again. Umbramon just stood and laughed, everybody but Rika completely oblivious to the fact that he was there. Ryo suddenly walked past. The thug grabbed her by the front of the shirt, ripping off the broken heart symbol in the progress. Umbramon had to make sure that they weren't seen.
"Umbrage light!"
The small corner in which Rika was dragged to was completely shrouded in darkness. Not even the street lamp, which was only a mere ten yards away, could penetrate it. Ryo stopped, and stared into the alleyway. A fist slammed into Rika's stomach again. She tried to cry out, seeing that Ryo was standing right there, but a hand was over her mouth already. The muffled sound of her cries never made it out of the globe of darkness. No sound did. Tears flowed freely down her face as more blows came to her body. But only a quarter of those tears were for the pain. Another quarter was for fear. Another, for the fact that she could have stopped this, and it was her fault. But thing that was eating her away the most, after Umbramon had left and his sound preventing shadow had disappeared, was the fact that the boy that she had a crush on had not been able to help her. To save her. Wait... had a crush on? Where did that come from?! She didn't like him. Did she? Was it that impossible to believe? Yes. Yes it was, and she wouldn't let herself believe it. The gangsters had abandoned her. That mist already surrounded her again. Every single inch of her body was in such pain, that she couldn't even breathe without a sharp pain enveloping her chest. Umbramon came out of his hiding spot and walked until he was directly in front of her face. She was lying on her side.
"Now do you see what I mean by your mouth keeps getting you into trouble?"
She somehow found strength to speak.
"I hate you, you..."
"Do you mean to tell me that you haven't learned your lesson yet? Maybe I should let you go through it another time..."
"No! Please... not again..."
She tried to scream out, but nothing came out, and she spent the next minute gasping harshly. He just stood there, smirking.
"Did I just hear you plead? You beg?"
She just lay there, unable to answer. Tears were pouring down her face. She couldn't be put through that again. If the pain on her body wouldn't kill her, then the pain in her mind and heart would. She couldn't go through that again...
"Did I? ANSWER ME!"
He placed a foot upon her head. Pressing down slightly he spoke again.
"Well?"
"Yes, now please..."
"Heh... I thought so."
He removed his foot from her head, being very careful. He kneeled down next to her. She winced visibly and tried to inch away in fear. He laid her on her back, and she let out a painful squeak. He looked her up and down quickly.
"Lets see, a broken arm, a badly injured knee, 3 broken ribs, a hemorrhage, seven deep gashes and plenty of bruises and cuts. Something tells me that if you went through that one more time, you wouldn't have survived."
He got up and nudged her with his foot. She screwed up her face. It hurt so badly. Where was Renamon and Ryo? She needed them.
"RENAMON! RYOOO! HHEELLLLPPP MMM...!!!"
She was suddenly silenced by a foot pressing down on her chest, and a hand clamping over her mouth. She couldn't do anything, not even breathe. The hand covering her main means of breathing froze her insides cold. It was ice cold, and dryer than a bone.
~Out of dream~
Ryo was jerked awake. He had heard Rika scream, in pain for that matter too. He sat up scared to no end. He turned his head around, expecting to find Rika lying there, completely safe and snug under the covers he just had his arm wrapped around. He was completely horrified when he turned around to face an empty bed, blood stains everywhere. And from the state of the covers, she hadn't gotten up. What did she do, disappear?
~in the dream~
"Well, I have completed it. You are now physically here, and not in the real world anymore."
"Great. Now can I go home? I think your mommy is calling you. Oh wait, I forgot. You don't have one, and if you did, I really pity her for giving birth to something as pathetic and ugly as you!"
Rika somehow coughed out the words. A little more blood trickled down her cheek. Umbramon, angered at her remark, kicked her in the stomach. She flew back a couple of feet, and involuntarily curled into a fetal position.
'Renamon, Ryo, where are you? I need you... Ryo... I lo... I think I...'
She fell unconscious as a wave of darkness completely veiled them.
"Umbrage Light!"
A/n - *computer spits you out and you look at me* so? Huh huh huh? How'd ya like? I hope you liked it, because I just spent the last three hours typing it. I have horrible writers' block, and I still write a five page chapter. Damn I'm good! Ok, so maybe not THAT good... well, anyways, read, review, and wait for me to think of the next chapter. ^_^
Ryo woke up the next morning. It was freezing! He could have sworn that he closed the window... he got up shivering, and closed it. There was a thick layer of frost outside. Well, it was almost winter after all. He looked back over at Rika. He ran over to her, being worried. He could practically see her breath. He wrapped the blankets around her as tight as they would go, with cutting off her air or the circulation of her blood. After he closed the window, he went into the kitchen. As he opened the freezer to pull out some frozen waffles, he had a sudden flashback of the nightmare from this morning. Dark Ocean, thugs, Rika, cold, and darkness. He was blown backwards by the memory, on his butt, three feet back from the fridge. He shook hid head and got up. He pulled himself up, and finally got out the frozen waffles. He absentmindedly put them in the toaster after closing the fridge. His thoughts were elsewhere, and not concentrating on reality at the moment. He was thinking about his dream. What did it mean? Was it a view of what was to come? What's that smell? He was pulled back into reality after he smelled the putrid smell of burning waffles. He went over and disposed of them. He wasn't that hungry anyways. He sleepily trudged back into the bedroom. Rika, still sleeping soundly and snuggly under the blankets, looked like she wasn't having a hard time breathing anymore. That was definitely a good thing. He went over and sat down next to her. He had to take out her ponytail, so he could get the cuts on her head. He brushed away a few strands of orange hair from her face. She was very pretty. He couldn't deny that. But the one thing that he had stuck on his mind, the one thing that he couldn't avoid thinking about. She was just his friend, just like all the other tamers, but he felt different around her. He felt more obliged to show off, to try and make himself look good, to try and impress her. Could it be possible that he... liked her? No, he couldn't. Of all those times that they showed off, and play fought, and teased each other, he couldn't have possibly been doing it because he liked her, could it? He put the thought off at the moment. He didn't get much sleep last night, and decided to take his chance to get it now. He laid down next to her and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost instantly. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm around her.
~Rika's dream~
Rika looks around as a cold, dark and ominous mist surrounded her. She was lying down. Everything she saw was covered in a thick layer of fog. She was suddenly standing up. But how? She didn't even care to question at the moment. The fog cleared slowly, and was replaced with a mist that seemed to hint danger, and a faint smell of blood lingered in it. She looked down at her body. Her clothes were tatters, she was covered in head to foot with dirt and there were bloodstains all over her. What had happened...she was about to ask herself this, when a noise from behind made her spin around. The mist swirled slightly as she squinted, searching for the intruder. A faint laugh echoed. It filled her entire being with fear. She took a step back.
"W...who's there?! Show yourself! I'm warning you, I'll..."
"You'll what? Fight me? Insult me? Call for your pathetic digimon partner?" a body-less voice called.
She gasped slightly. Her eyes widened. How could they know? Who was this? Where was Renamon?
"Who are you? What do you want?" she cried as she unwarily took a step back.
"Do you really want to know who I am, and what I want? Or are you afraid to know?"
She finally found some strength in her body and punched into the thin air. It was quickly followed by two more punches and a kick. She ran forward, hoping to run into whomever it was speaking, but found nothing. Once again, she heard the harsh, cold voice, but this time, from behind.
"Honestly, I thought you of all people could do better than that, Digimon Queen."
She shivered, not knowing what to do, where to go, or who this was. Why was everything so cold? Yes, it was autumn, but it shouldn't be this cold. If it weren't for the mist, she might be able to see the heat radiating from her body! And the fact that her clothes were almost completely in shreds didn't help the matter.
"You want to know my name? Fine, I'll tell you. But, I warn you. It is probably the last thing you'll ever hear. Umbramon."
"Good, now that I know your name, I'll know what to put on your tombstone"
She glared into the mist as a figure stepped out into view. At first it seemed like only a shadow, but it wasn't. What slightly resembled a human form in the middle of completely pitch-black flames. The only thing able to penetrate that utter darkness was gleaming crimson eyes, which seemed to be longing to lash out and kill. Rika took another step back as Umbramon began to circle around her.
"Isn't it your mouth that almost got you killed on an earlier occasion, Rika? I would have expected you to have learned after you made the mistake once."
"What are you talking about? What do you want!"
"What am I speaking of? Well, I'll just let you relive the moment. I'm not in the mood to tell bedtime stories..."
She gasped as everything around her dissolved out of vision. She was replaced in the same scenario as earlier. The alleyway.
"Hey little girrrrl. Whacha doin' out this late?"
Determined to keep her pride in being a female, she once again opened her mouth too reply.
"None of your business freak."
Out of the shadows appeared five guys, each of them being about twice her size, the leader easily being the biggest, strongest, and dumbest in Rika's opinion once again. They began to circle her, like a pack of wolves or sharks would their next victim. The leader stopped right in front of her. He smirked and brought up his hand to her chin. She was about to punch him again, but Umbramon appeared behind him smirking so evilly that her insides nearly froze in fear. Umbramon looked up from Rika, switching his gaze to down the street. Ryo was walking towards them, even though he was about two blocks down, he was still walking pretty fast. He looked back down at the thug.
"Tell me gorgeous, what are you doin' out this time of n..."
She finally summoned up courage, and probably more out of pride and instinct she slugged him as hard as she could across his face. A rustle from behind and a shadow creeping over her back confirmed that another thug had tried to jump her. She landed a hard kick directly in his stomach, before she turned a quick gaze unto Umbramon again. The black flames around him were growing, creating her to fear rise, making her abandon the fight into the alleyway. She looked ahead. A dead end? Oh no... not again... she spun around to find the thugs practically on top of her. She would have been able to escape, but Umbramon was directly behind them. Even if she got past the thugs, she would have to face him. All but the leader pinned her. Big, dumb, and ugly came up and snarled in her face.
"Nobody punches me and gets away with it. Especially no little firecracker. Got it?"
Before she could stop herself, she spoke up.
"You are going to regret those w..."
His fist slammed into her stomach, making her spit up blood from the damaged internal organs, the pain from before being reincarnated to life once again. Umbramon just stood and laughed, everybody but Rika completely oblivious to the fact that he was there. Ryo suddenly walked past. The thug grabbed her by the front of the shirt, ripping off the broken heart symbol in the progress. Umbramon had to make sure that they weren't seen.
"Umbrage light!"
The small corner in which Rika was dragged to was completely shrouded in darkness. Not even the street lamp, which was only a mere ten yards away, could penetrate it. Ryo stopped, and stared into the alleyway. A fist slammed into Rika's stomach again. She tried to cry out, seeing that Ryo was standing right there, but a hand was over her mouth already. The muffled sound of her cries never made it out of the globe of darkness. No sound did. Tears flowed freely down her face as more blows came to her body. But only a quarter of those tears were for the pain. Another quarter was for fear. Another, for the fact that she could have stopped this, and it was her fault. But thing that was eating her away the most, after Umbramon had left and his sound preventing shadow had disappeared, was the fact that the boy that she had a crush on had not been able to help her. To save her. Wait... had a crush on? Where did that come from?! She didn't like him. Did she? Was it that impossible to believe? Yes. Yes it was, and she wouldn't let herself believe it. The gangsters had abandoned her. That mist already surrounded her again. Every single inch of her body was in such pain, that she couldn't even breathe without a sharp pain enveloping her chest. Umbramon came out of his hiding spot and walked until he was directly in front of her face. She was lying on her side.
"Now do you see what I mean by your mouth keeps getting you into trouble?"
She somehow found strength to speak.
"I hate you, you..."
"Do you mean to tell me that you haven't learned your lesson yet? Maybe I should let you go through it another time..."
"No! Please... not again..."
She tried to scream out, but nothing came out, and she spent the next minute gasping harshly. He just stood there, smirking.
"Did I just hear you plead? You beg?"
She just lay there, unable to answer. Tears were pouring down her face. She couldn't be put through that again. If the pain on her body wouldn't kill her, then the pain in her mind and heart would. She couldn't go through that again...
"Did I? ANSWER ME!"
He placed a foot upon her head. Pressing down slightly he spoke again.
"Well?"
"Yes, now please..."
"Heh... I thought so."
He removed his foot from her head, being very careful. He kneeled down next to her. She winced visibly and tried to inch away in fear. He laid her on her back, and she let out a painful squeak. He looked her up and down quickly.
"Lets see, a broken arm, a badly injured knee, 3 broken ribs, a hemorrhage, seven deep gashes and plenty of bruises and cuts. Something tells me that if you went through that one more time, you wouldn't have survived."
He got up and nudged her with his foot. She screwed up her face. It hurt so badly. Where was Renamon and Ryo? She needed them.
"RENAMON! RYOOO! HHEELLLLPPP MMM...!!!"
She was suddenly silenced by a foot pressing down on her chest, and a hand clamping over her mouth. She couldn't do anything, not even breathe. The hand covering her main means of breathing froze her insides cold. It was ice cold, and dryer than a bone.
~Out of dream~
Ryo was jerked awake. He had heard Rika scream, in pain for that matter too. He sat up scared to no end. He turned his head around, expecting to find Rika lying there, completely safe and snug under the covers he just had his arm wrapped around. He was completely horrified when he turned around to face an empty bed, blood stains everywhere. And from the state of the covers, she hadn't gotten up. What did she do, disappear?
~in the dream~
"Well, I have completed it. You are now physically here, and not in the real world anymore."
"Great. Now can I go home? I think your mommy is calling you. Oh wait, I forgot. You don't have one, and if you did, I really pity her for giving birth to something as pathetic and ugly as you!"
Rika somehow coughed out the words. A little more blood trickled down her cheek. Umbramon, angered at her remark, kicked her in the stomach. She flew back a couple of feet, and involuntarily curled into a fetal position.
'Renamon, Ryo, where are you? I need you... Ryo... I lo... I think I...'
She fell unconscious as a wave of darkness completely veiled them.
"Umbrage Light!"
A/n - *computer spits you out and you look at me* so? Huh huh huh? How'd ya like? I hope you liked it, because I just spent the last three hours typing it. I have horrible writers' block, and I still write a five page chapter. Damn I'm good! Ok, so maybe not THAT good... well, anyways, read, review, and wait for me to think of the next chapter. ^_^