A/n – sorry this has been such a long wait for you compared to the other chapters, but my writers block is absolutely killing me. I was lying in my bed, in the dark abyss of my room, and a thought suddenly popped into my head for the next chapter, at exactly……… 9:52pm. I feel so proud………I'M STARTING TO GET OVER MY WRITERS BLOCK! *Does a little dance* ok, where was I? Oh yeah, the story. Digimon love is in the air……… all around all around……… I'm not sure if I should have Renamon have a crush on Auroramon or not……… when you review, give me your opinion. Anyways, yeah *picks up remote, and brushes the dust off of it* c'ya! And don't forget to review it! ^_^ *Zap, and I don't feel like typing the rest*
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Ryo stared up at the unimaginably bright light. His eyes were barely open and he still couldn't see. The light died down, and he opened his eyes all the way. A digimon, that was a white so pure, it was nighttime and it still hurt his eyes to look upon him. The fur that covered his entire body was whiter then a fresh layer of snow in the artic, and he had two angelic wings folded on his back. He was in a form that seemed to be that of a wolf, yet he was standing on his two hind legs. This digimon was about ten feet tall, and had the most beautiful eyes. One was sapphire blue, and the other was a shade of lavender. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever laid sight upon; that is, second to Rika's. Thinking of Rika made him remember why he was out here in the first place. He got up and, instead of gazing back into the eyes of this creature, just closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows. Suddenly, the mystical digimon spoke up.
"Well? Aren't you even going to ask who I am, or at least check me out on your digivice?"
Ryo opened his eyes, startled, and gasped. How did this digimon know he had a digivice? Maybe……… could this be the one who kidnapped Rika? He mentally grimaced at the thought.
"Who are you? And what have you done with Rika!"
"Come with me, there's not much time to explain. My name is Auroramon, and I haven't done a thing to Rika. As a matter of fact, I'm here to help you save her. Digital Gate Portal!" (Big thanks to Haxar on this one, I just happened to twist and manipulate it into my own devious way)
The instant he finished his words, Ryo had somehow developed a strong sense of trust around him. Maybe it was just because that he really didn't have any other choice. A portal formed behind Auroramon, about twenty yards away, as he turned around. It looked like a giant mirror, surrounded by a golden frame. The middle, however, swirled with life. It was absolutely beautiful, the way pastel colors, barely visible, as if they were just different energy forces, twirled and danced about on the surface. Auroramon turned, his gaze piercing Ryo, as though they were staring into his very being, his soul. He spoke, breaking the very silence that held in Ryo's breath.
"To be able to go through portal, we must break through it together. So we are going to have to run and jump at exactly the same time, got it?"
"Y………yeah………sure, what ever you say."
"So, it would be a lot easier if I just carried you."
"Uh………are you sure that's going to be safe?"
"Trust me, I won't drop you."
Ryo walked over, and Auroramon picked him up. Even though this was a nice position, being carried instead of walking, he wasn't comfortable with the idea that Rika was in so much trouble that this digimon willingly offered to help him save her. Something just wasn't in place with this whole thing, and he thought that somewhere along the line, there just had to be some kind of catch. He didn't get time to ponder about it, for the digimon began sprinting towards the barrier.
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Renamon held up Motodramon, as she dashing towards the park. Why did the Human's world have to have so many obstacles? The light had died down for about two minutes now. Rika wasn't there, but judging from how tense Motodramon was, it was obvious that Ryo was there. They landed on top of Guilmon's little shack, and began peering around. Motodramon instantly hopped down and began to run for the other side of the park. Renamon followed, hoping any humans wouldn't see her. Motodramon, from his speed and the way he was going like a rabid digimon, didn't seem to care about humans at the moment. Almost like when Guilmon smells food on an empty stomach. Renamon's eyes widened at the site ahead of her. There was a large portal, edged with a golden frame and made of energies that only highly powerful digimon with high positions (i.e. the sovereigns) could possess. On the other side of it was a digimon; so white she was nearly blinded. They held someone in there arms. Ryo.
Motodramon, seeing his tamer in the arms of an unidentified digimon, went as fast as his four stubby legs could carry him. A familiar glow enveloped him, and he jumped into the air, digivolving into Cyberdramon, just as the offending digimon had leaped into the air, straight towards the portal.
Auroramon leaped, shielding Ryo, into the barrier. He shattered the mirror-like gate, and came out on the other side. All of his and Ryo's senses went blank as they floated silently on the other side of the portal, along with the still swirling shards of glass. Cyberdramon grabbed a hold of Ryo's shirt, and Renamon had barely touched Cyberdramon's arm when Auroramon, and Ryo went zipping backwards into the portal, dragging Cyberdramon and Renamon along for the ride.
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Umbramon stared down at Rika. This girl……… this girl was the key. She had inside of her the very thing he needed to escape this godforsaken prison. She seemed so………innocent. Despite her attitude, she was just that. Completely Innocent. Just like he had been. Innocent, and given a punishment undeserved. He didn't like the idea of having to kill this girl. It just didn't seem right.
He walked over to her. The bloodstained skin of her back was clearly exposed. Bending down, he inspected the few wounds she had left on her. The only reason he put her through that before was because a surge of hatred came over him. He couldn't describe it, nor did he want to. He healed the two deep gashes on her back, and dissolved the shard of glass into digital dust. He needed her alive, and since she was basically bleeding to death (thanks to Wezl on this one) he had to heal her. Then, after gently picking her up, he jumped off the cliff. Using the two pure black dragon wings on his back, he flew off, and down the beach. His touch, though he was covered in black fur, must have seemed deadly cold. He had been like this all his life. Cold, and hated. He didn't want to think of that right now. Every time he thought about a negative memory, the dark ocean consumed his heart and soul a little more.
He landed in a cave and put her on a makeshift bed that he had made for himself. He went out, and slowly walked, looking at his own purple and black fog. He hated the fact that this place reflected any and all negative feelings in him. Walking up to the edge of the water and stepping in, he peered down at his reflection. His black fur covered face, standing out darker than the sky above him, was that of a wolf's. The bat-like wings behind him were neatly folded on his back. The thing that stood out most to him though, were his eyes. One was a sapphire like color, only a few shades darker than the ocean itself. The other, a violet that parried the mystical fog behind him. He had only known one digimon throughout his life that had eyes similar to his own. The one he played with as a fresh digimon. The one that had been taken away as an in-training digimon. The one that exiled him as a rookie. The he used to call his bro……… He went back into the cave, and went into a side room. He stared up at a lantern on the ceiling before drifting off to sleep*
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Auroramon stared curiously at the two digimon that caught a free ride. He smiled, realizing whom these two must be. Cyberdramon sat up, rubbing his head, while Renamon shook hers. He set Ryo down, who aimlessly began to stumble around. Cyberdramon, seeing his tamer's "abductor" stood up immediately and began to growl. He was going to begin a full out assault, but Ryo tripped and stumbled past. Renamon was at Cyberdramon's side already, and all three digimon watched the human go between them, and walk right into a marble pillar, before falling over. It was then that Renamon and Cyberdramon realized that they were in a huge white hall. There were intricate carvings all around the walls, and the ceiling had a beautiful mural of the digital world done on it. Even Cyberdramon stopped to admire the beauty of this place. There thoughts, however, were interrupted by a distracted and somewhat dizzied voice.
"………Can I have fries with that shake mister?"
Auroramon anime fell, Cyberdramon sweat dropped, and Renamon covered her face by putting her hand on her forehead. Renamon looked up, and the first thing she saw was two, white furry, pad covered feet, sticking up in the air and twitching. Then, like all anime characters can, immediately stood up before anyone could track his movements. He rustled the two feathered, angelic wings on his back and folded them curtly. Renamon gazed into the beautiful eyes on the mystical digimon. One was a lavender shade of purple, and the other was the most beautiful icy blue she had ever seen. She immediately averted her gaze to Cyberdramon, who was in the process of bonking Ryo on the head, trying to wake him up. Ryo stood up finally, and stared at Auroramon, as if trying to decipher whom he was. After an "Oh yeah", he pulled out his digivice, not to know his name, seeing as he already knew this, but to maybe get some stats on this guy. It only took a split second for the statistics on this digimon to show up. Out of habit, he read them aloud.
"Auroramon, Vaccine type. Champion level digimon, attacks: Realm Portals and Moonbeam Gaze."
Ryo nearly dropped his digivice in surprise. This guy's power was off the charts! He began inspecting his digivice, for any sign that his digivice fried during that little trip, or any signs of espionage. Nothing was wrong with it. He stared up at this guy in amazement. He suddenly had the feeling that there was some kind of catch behind all this. Why would this powerful, strong, non-evil digimon come to him, and willingly offer to help him save Rika? He was sure that there was some undeniably evil source, most likely a digimon, behind all this now, like always. But why was this digimon coming to help him with a personal matter? (Yes, to Ryo, it is now a personal matter. Hell, it's Rika, what would you think?) He was severely hoping that this guy was supporting some answers behind that blinding fur. Because if he and the rest of them didn't get answers that they requested, he would sick Cyberdramon on him.
Cyberdramon stared at the captor of his tamer. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how deep he dug, he couldn't find it in him to challenge this digimon. He could barely hold a grudge against him! Glaring had even worn off. Not being able to run this digimon through was throwing him off balance. He wanted to challenge this digimon, but somehow couldn't, and this was a claim that very few digimon could truthfully make.
Auroramon took this time to look at the "stowaways". He knew that these must be the foretold children's digimon. Looking down at Ryo, he wondered if this was one of the prophetic children. The other had to be Rika, and he knew that the one he exiled exactly five years ago had already gotten his hands on her. He began walking down the hall.
"Follow me."
Cyberdramon, Renamon, and Ryo all obediently did so, wondering what was in store for them.
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Rika woke up. She was lying on something soft, and her body was quite numb. There was a bright light above her. She spoke out loud, partially in a daze.
"I'm lying on something soft, I can't feel my body anymore, and I'm looking up at a bright light. We're talking dead here!"
She tried to sit up, using her elbow to support her, but all she got in return was a pain in the arm.
"Ok, so maybe I'm not so dead after all, so sue me………"
She looked up, and found that it was only a lantern above her head. She smiled at how stupid the mistake was. Then she remembered where she was. She sat up in her bed, and looked down at herself. There were definitely less wounds then before, but she still hurt pretty badly. She got out of bed, and looked ahead. There, in the room next to the exit, was Umbramon. He was sleeping! This was her chance. She got up making as little noise as she possibly could. Creeping silently out the door, she took one last glance at him. She suddenly realized that he was the one that healed her. She really began to wonder about this digimon, but she still had to get out.
She limped out, in rather a lot of pain, but it was worth it. If she got to see Renamon and Ryo again, she wouldn't have really cared about if she died or not. She couldn't deny it anymore. The fact of the matter was……… she loved him. Denying it wasn't making things much better anymore. She had always had a huge crush on him.
Why else would she try and impress him so much? All those battles that she had won, and gloated to him, weren't because she wanted to be better than him. It was because she wanted to catch his eye, to snag his attention, and maybe, just possibly, have him show off to her. It was physically impossible, in her opinion, that Ryo could ever like her. She had always been so cold towards him, and so………just……… mean!
She was about a quarter of a mile before she realized she had gone that far. Beginning to climb up a cliff, she had a thought. Was it possible she was dead? And she just went to H.F.I.L. (sorry, couldn't resist putting SOMETHING from DragonBallZ in here. I love making fun of how badly FUNimation dubs some of those shows……… Hey, does it matter if I'm obsessed?) to endure eternal torture. The Dark Ocean seemed like the perfect place for this. This was all a realistic projection in her mind. Hell, she probably bled to death in the alleyway. God knows that no one would have found her in her state. No one probably even cared. Her mother wouldn't be expecting her home, if she remembered correctly, because her mom told her to not come back. Nobody cared about her. Nobody………
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Umbramon woke from a dreamless sleep. His first thought was to go back to sleep, but he decided to check up on Rika first. He trudged out of his little side cave, and walked into the other room. Swearing out loud in frustration as he saw the disturbed sheets, and trail of blood, he dashed outside. Looking all around, he took off into the air, and began searching everywhere for her. Great, this was a fine time to lose her! Suddenly, he spotted a figure on a cliff. It was her! But………what was she doing? He nearly fell out of the sky as she jumped off. What in the hell was she doing?!?! He swooped down, panicking, and caught her right before she splattered all over the ground. She thrashed wildly, and kept screaming in his ear.
"LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN YOU JERK!"
He gently touched down on the ground, and stared shocked at her, his heart beating like mad in his chest. (Hey, I know, I know, Digimon are only made in data, but in my story, they're living, breathing beings, got it?) Rika was shocked at how scared this digimon seemed. What the heck? First he tries to kill her, then heals her half way so there are still injuries, and then saves her life? This just didn't add up to her. He glared at him, through tears of frustration.
"WHY DID YOU SAVE ME? I WANTED TO DIE! I PROBABLY ALREADY AM DEAD, SINCE I WAS JUST LEFT TO BLEED TO DEATH IN THAT ALLEYWAY! GOD, NOBODY CARES ABOUT ME ANYWAYS! I COULD HAVE JUST DIED! WOULDN'T THAT HAVE MADE YOUR JOB A LITTLE EASIER?!"
"YOU'RE WRONG, GODDAMNIT! PEOPLE DO CARE ABOUT YOU! HELL, IN THE STATE I FOUND YOU IN, IT WAS HARD TO GET YOU HERE WITHOUT NOTICE! YOUR BOYFRIEND FOUND YOU AND BROUGHT YOU HOME, AND BANDAGED YOU UP AND EVERYTHING! HE EVEN SAVED YOUR LIFE FROM THOSE IDIOT THUGS, BLEEDING TO DEATH IN THAT ALLEYWAY, AND FROM FREEZING TO DEATH! AND YOU SAY PEOPLE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU? AND, FRANKLY, NO! IT WOULDN'T HAVE MADE MY JOB ANY EASIER!! SO YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE, AND STAY ALIVE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE SOMEONE GOING SPLAT ON THE GROUND, JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL DEPRESSED AND oh man……… I need to sit down, head rush………"
Rika just stared blankly at him, trying to register this into her brain.
"What do you mean………my……… boyfriend?"
"You know! That……… boy. The one that likes you."
"Was he wearing goggles?"
"No."
"Phew……… at least it wasn't "Goggle head Takato". Did he have blue hair?"
"No."
"Well then, that narrows it down to Kazu, Kenta, and Ryo. Did he have Black hair?"
"No. He didn't, he had brown hair."
"Well……… I guess it wasn't Kenta. Was he wearing a visor?"
"No."
She just stared, an unnoticeable smile crossing her face. Ryo had saved her life……… Go figure, ne? Of all the people to just walk along and find her, Ryo just HAD to be that person. She almost laughed at the irony, and would have done a cartwheel, had she not been in so much pain. Ryo Akiyama, I swear, the first chance I get alone with you, I'm going to kiss you so good, you're going to……… her thoughts were interrupted by Umbramon waving his hand in front of her face.
"Heeeeelllloooo……… Anybody home? Jeeze, you act as if this world just left you behind! Is anybody……… WHOA!"
He almost fell back in shock after Rika shot him a glare and turned heel. She stomped away, almost forgetting whom she was dealing with. Almost, but not quite. She plopped down about ten feet away from him, now not only having to deal with her love life, but also trying to decipher this unusual act. Umbramon saved her life. Hell, he actually acted like he cared for her! Now that she was officially confused, her mind swarmed with both pleasant and unpleasant thoughts and possibilities about the future.
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Meanwhile, the others were getting not only an earful, but also the shock of a lifetime. One that involved Ryo and Rika's fate, along with the fate of all the worlds.
A/n – HAHAHAHA. Once again another cliffhanger. Boy, don't I feel maliciously evil right now……… Well, you already read it, seeing you're reading this, so go and review it. And if possible, could someone maybe draw a picture of what Umbramon and Auroramon look like? I mean, I can picture it in my head, but I just would not be able to get it unto paper. Thanks! Ja ne!