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even bother continuing this story, and as I'm writing this now my Internet
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everything here in the Arcularis Inferno I call my home. wait. house, my
home is at my friend's house, (by the way, Arcularis Inferno means Eye of
Hell) and yeah. In other words, I'm just too goddamn lazy to get off my ass
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thinks for a second, enters the code to unlock the buttons, presses the
only big red button, and points it to the audience*
Chapter 7 ~ The startling news
Auroramon led the three guests down the hall of white digital marble. Then they entered a large room, black marble everywhere; a rare sight in the digital world indeed. This room was impeccably large, even for royal chamber standards, as they were assuming this to be a royal chamber. Great pillars lined the room to total six in all, and three megologrowlmons standing on each other's shoulders might have been able to touch the tops. Even though the vicinity had no windows, or any link to the outside world whatsoever, the wonderful prison was clearly lit. This drew everyone's (save Auroramon) attention to the ceiling. A wonderful array of colors, in every hue visible, even those that humans and some digimon cannot see, were littered across it, and it almost seemed alive, as the colors themselves swam to and fro. It was divided into two equal sections. One half was completely devoted to darker versions of the multihued ceiling, dark blues, blood reds, and onyx blacks swam, almost in a desire to escape and swim free through the air. The other half were completely pastels and light styles of their dark comrades, almost an angelic half to the dark demonic other side, strewn with airy yellow, pale greens and sky blues, with a pure white so light, it might even calm the deadly blacks of the other side. Auroramon sighed. He was just so used to it all. Clearing his throat, he brought everyone's attention back down to digiworld, or more importantly, him. Not that he enjoyed a lot of attention, but he needed their attention in order to talk to them. As soon as all six eyes were on him, he sighed, sat in a chair that had been behind him, inconspicuously the entire time, and began to think. //Where to start? How to start? How am I even sure that these are the right ones? Well, the story doesn't exactly fit into place, but it's damn near close. Hmmm...//
Finally Ryo couldn't stand the suspense any longer. If someone had to talk already, he might as well.
"So. Um. Auroramon was it? Well, I'd like to know, and I'm pretty sure that Cyberdramon and Renamon would like to know as well, why exactly am I here? I mean, I know you're here to help me find Rika and all, but why? You're extremely powerful, especially for a champion, and you just pop out of no where so you can help us out of the goodness of your heart? I mean, I know some digimon are really nice and all, but not that nice. So spit it out. What's the deal?"
"Well, actually, I know how stupid this is going to sound and all, but I believe that you and Rika can save the entire digital world. I think that you two are apart of an ancient legacy, even older than the sovereigns themselves."
All Ryo could do was blink. His mind was in too much shock to race about. He just couldn't comprehend all of this. Renamon simply stared at this almost silvery digimon. Rika? And Ryo? Those two? Of the absurd things in the multiple worlds. But then again. it almost seemed right. The Digimon Champion, and the Digimon Queen. They even made a cute couple. She used to frequently hint it towards Rika that they did, the way they obviously like each other and flirt through their boasting and arguments. But it was also obvious that Rika didn't like being told that, so Renamon stopped. She still gave Rika that look every time it happened though, and unless Rika wanted to draw unwanted attention to herself, she couldn't do anything about it. Cyberdramon just kept that cool look on his face, the one exactly opposite of the one he so commonly had during a fight. His mind was doing a double time, working for both Ryo and himself. Ryo? A chosen child for some mission? How was he involved? Naturally he had to be involved in this legend if his tamer was also. But was he? Auroramon hadn't mentioned either him or Renamon, only Ryo and Rika. Would Auroramon send off Ryo on some crazy suicide mission, and tell Cyberdramon that he wasn't allowed to go? Well, that didn't matter, he'd go anyway. But how exactly was Ryo pertained to this legend? What did he have to do, or a better question, what was he predestined to do? There were so many questions running through his mind, he didn't know where to start asking, but his mouth knew.
"What does he have to do?"
Auroramon sighed, and began to explain.
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Umbramon flew through the air, Rika safely in his arms. His leathery wings flapping through the icy air would have made Rika extremely cold, but his fur, which was blacker than the darkest of all shadows, and even though it was cold itself, kept her warmer than she would have been. He occasionally looked down at her. He didn't want to kill her. He regretted putting her through that insufferable torture before, when he reenacted those moments when she had been attacked in the alley way. He was being needlessly cruel towards her. The dark ocean had consumed his heart even more. That was the reason that he was so merciless and heartless before. It was proven from the dark flame that had engulfed him when they first met. Looking at the ground, he flew downwards, and softly landed on the ground. Putting her down, he looked her straight in the eyes and spoke.
"Listen, go inside, alright? There should be clean blankets in the room that I was in. You can sleep on the bed, alright? I'll be inside in a minute."
His voice trailed off, as he looked towards the ground. He felt so ashamed for dragging her into this, but he had too. He couldn't have used any other girl. Turning around, he headed towards the dark ocean. Anything to be away from her, and feel less guilt by not looking into her eyes, or seeing the wounds that he himself was responsible for. Rika watched this anomalous digimon. //First he trys to kill me, then he heals me halfway so there's still painful wounds, then saves my life, and now he's being nice and treated me kindly? Alright, what's wrong with this picture? There is definitely something not right. It's like, he's being controlled, and over time he trys to fight it. Or maybe he has a sense of conscious, an angel and a devil, and they take turns telling him what to do, and sometimes they work for a common cause. Look at this, I've lost so much sleep and blood, that I'm going delusional. I wish Ryo were here. I wish I were at home, snuggled securely into his protective arms, watching an old rerun of digimon, or sitting in a warm park bench, boasting about our last battle and poking fun at each other. Ryo, where are you?// Umbramon was now standing ankle-deep in the frigid waters. He sank to his hands and knees, and stared into the water. //My reflection seems to bring on a sense that my heart reflects this retched place that the gods have no love for. Why must I have been banished here? I find this place insufferable. If I stay here until I'm on the verge of insanity, I fear my heart shall drown in these waves of torment and anguish. Rika will most certainly die, whether it be from me wanting to be free, or from being forced to live with me my entire life. She'll probably try to commit suicide again. Had it not been for that feeble excuse of a digimon to banish me here, I wouldn't have been forced to do this.// He continued to think as he stared into his reflection. The oddly colored eyes must have reflected his benevolent thoughts, because as soon as he stood up again, he was waist deep in the water. Now, he knew for a fact that the ocean would, as long as he had these kind and caring thoughts, tow him deeper and deeper until he drowned. He couldn't just think differently, for it knew how what his heart voiced out as well too. By the time he spun around to helplessly and powerlessly face Rika with horror clearly etched across his face, he was already chest deep in the wintry water. There wouldn't be any use calling out, because his chest's insides were at a point were wasting your breath could prove fatal if you were on the verge of needing to hold it. Rika stared, shocked as Umbramon was dragged by the waves into the deadly ocean. //Oh my god! What should I do?! Should I save him? I could, but he might kill me later. oh. this isn't fair. I should be given more time to decide on these sort of decisions! Ok, think rationally. What would he do it for me?// With that last thought she sprinted towards the water and dove in. She began swimming towards Umbramon, but with a new, more-light infested, pure victim to attack, Umbramon stopped moving backwards (a good thing too, because he was already up to his neck, with his head pointed up), and Rika's energy began draining at an alarming rate. By the time she was halfway to him, she could barely stay afloat. Her energy all but depleted from her, she didn't even attempt to swim back towards the fatal waves above her, crashing down and making her sink deeper and deeper. She let out her breath, not having half a mind to hold it in. The last thing she heard before going under, was a horror-stricken cry from him. Umbramon attempted to cry out "no!" to no one in particular, but it was too late. She went under. He sprung straight upwards, unfurled his wings and flew upward. Going over to hover above the spot where she submerged, he tried to think as fast as possible. //If I go under, it'll attack me as well! Dragging me down as well as her, wouldn't be good for either of us, but what else can I do?// He flew straight upwards, for about a hundred feet, then immediately plunged into a downwards spiral, converging with the water in an overly conspicuous manner. He swam downward, already feeling the ocean's pull at both his vigor and his heart. Descending a few more painstaking yards, and he glimpsed something. A small fire raged in his atypical eyes, as he saw creatures of the deep's lethal nature, beginning to drag down the helpless, hapless young female. A dark fire erupted around him, not only scaring away the in-training level creatures, but also shielding himself from the dark ocean's prowess and aiding his swim to retrieve and deliver the girl to the surface. He reached the surface and flew into the windy heights. His calm demeanor a simple facade. //SHE'S NOT BREATHING!!!! WHAT DO I DO?! WHAT DO I DO! Ok, get a hold of yourself. Calm down. Use your healing skills! See, a cool head invites more answers to problems then a boiling head does. But why should I help her? She has done nothing but shun me the entire time! She despises everything and anything about me. Think about it, she even wanted to die, but your misplaced and brainless kindness stopped her from completing her wishes. No! I mustn't think like that. I must banish this evilly shadowy and icy fire from my heart, before it consumes my voluntary conscience as well. I must save this young girl's life, as I could not see her be another victim of my kin's hatred of me.// He flew towards land, but delayed his landing as he viewed a few Scubamon voraciously and greedily searched his cavern with an obvious bloodlust amidst them. His healing powers had already taken effect on her, he well knew, and he also knew that she was simply exhausted once again, but he couldn't fight against them, or summon another black flame, for her sake, and he was still worried. He, in a separate direction, soared through the skies, searching for a safe place to land. His flight would tire him greatly, for to call any place in the world of the dark and sinister ocean safe, was to not only underestimate it terribly, but to invoke it's dangerous and chaotic, unpredictable power against you.
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Renamon stared in disbelief. Cyberdramon was not the least bit shocked that it was irrational. Ryo was in denial. All in all, Auroramon was having a hard time. Patience was never his thing, and this plan would need alot of patience. To save Rika from the dark ocean and from an immeasurable evil, to save Umbramon from both the ocean's calling and his own mounting war against himself, and do all this within a matter of minutes, or else all has failed and all the worlds and realms will diminish. Why did he always have to be the leader?! Why couldn't someone else do this job for him?! Oh, what he would give to have never been summoned to that council so many years ago, where the 12 sovereigns determined that he would the king of digital until he diminished. He would give anything to be playing and working and hanging out and spending the rest of his life with his brother that he was wretched away from as an In-training digimon. It pained him unbearably to know where that very same digimon was at this moment, but have no clue what state he was in, or worse, if he even remembered the friendly relationship he at one time shared with him. The very thought brought salty tears to his oddly-colored irises, making them shine and reflect the beautiful hues of the light sided ceiling in his blue eye, and the dark side shimmering against his lavender eye. Staring at the ceiling, he allowed his thoughts to wander. //This ceiling. this ceiling that under which l reside. It reflects me so well. Half of me wishes to stay here, and comply to my duties and protect and make decisions for the good of the digital world. To make sure that no one suffers needlessly, as my needless decision inflicted upon Shadowmon. But then. the other half of me has the utmost desire to live as all the other digimon in the digital world do. Running free, playing with friends, protecting them and items of value. Go back to playing virus and vaccine with my friends at the primary village, and playing in the river while Elecmon caught fish for supper up the river. I'm torn between two loves, two desires. What shall I choose, when the time to permanently decide comes to present? Which way shall my heart choose? My eyes will lead the way. And my heart.//
A/n - well, another chapter come and gone. This one was pretty heart felt, if I do say so myself, and I'm the one that wrote it! Tell me what you think, I don't care what you say, as long as you give your full and honest opinion. Nice comments will encourage me to write more long chapters, and flames about the horrendous cliff hanger will encourage me to invite you people to my bonfire, especially those who are kind enough to give me the flames. Trust me, this is gonna be bigger than a 100th anniversary block party! Well, yeah, anyways, gotta get to work on invitations, homework, and the next chapter. ^_^! Will Auroramon reveal what connection he secretly has with Umbramon? What startling information did Ryo and the others receive? Can Umbramon fight off the evil in his mind and heart? Will Rika get to see her true love before she dies? How many more times is Rika going to be within death's grasp? How many more stupid questions am I going to ask you people?! Find out in the chapters to come. ^_^
Chapter 7 ~ The startling news
Auroramon led the three guests down the hall of white digital marble. Then they entered a large room, black marble everywhere; a rare sight in the digital world indeed. This room was impeccably large, even for royal chamber standards, as they were assuming this to be a royal chamber. Great pillars lined the room to total six in all, and three megologrowlmons standing on each other's shoulders might have been able to touch the tops. Even though the vicinity had no windows, or any link to the outside world whatsoever, the wonderful prison was clearly lit. This drew everyone's (save Auroramon) attention to the ceiling. A wonderful array of colors, in every hue visible, even those that humans and some digimon cannot see, were littered across it, and it almost seemed alive, as the colors themselves swam to and fro. It was divided into two equal sections. One half was completely devoted to darker versions of the multihued ceiling, dark blues, blood reds, and onyx blacks swam, almost in a desire to escape and swim free through the air. The other half were completely pastels and light styles of their dark comrades, almost an angelic half to the dark demonic other side, strewn with airy yellow, pale greens and sky blues, with a pure white so light, it might even calm the deadly blacks of the other side. Auroramon sighed. He was just so used to it all. Clearing his throat, he brought everyone's attention back down to digiworld, or more importantly, him. Not that he enjoyed a lot of attention, but he needed their attention in order to talk to them. As soon as all six eyes were on him, he sighed, sat in a chair that had been behind him, inconspicuously the entire time, and began to think. //Where to start? How to start? How am I even sure that these are the right ones? Well, the story doesn't exactly fit into place, but it's damn near close. Hmmm...//
Finally Ryo couldn't stand the suspense any longer. If someone had to talk already, he might as well.
"So. Um. Auroramon was it? Well, I'd like to know, and I'm pretty sure that Cyberdramon and Renamon would like to know as well, why exactly am I here? I mean, I know you're here to help me find Rika and all, but why? You're extremely powerful, especially for a champion, and you just pop out of no where so you can help us out of the goodness of your heart? I mean, I know some digimon are really nice and all, but not that nice. So spit it out. What's the deal?"
"Well, actually, I know how stupid this is going to sound and all, but I believe that you and Rika can save the entire digital world. I think that you two are apart of an ancient legacy, even older than the sovereigns themselves."
All Ryo could do was blink. His mind was in too much shock to race about. He just couldn't comprehend all of this. Renamon simply stared at this almost silvery digimon. Rika? And Ryo? Those two? Of the absurd things in the multiple worlds. But then again. it almost seemed right. The Digimon Champion, and the Digimon Queen. They even made a cute couple. She used to frequently hint it towards Rika that they did, the way they obviously like each other and flirt through their boasting and arguments. But it was also obvious that Rika didn't like being told that, so Renamon stopped. She still gave Rika that look every time it happened though, and unless Rika wanted to draw unwanted attention to herself, she couldn't do anything about it. Cyberdramon just kept that cool look on his face, the one exactly opposite of the one he so commonly had during a fight. His mind was doing a double time, working for both Ryo and himself. Ryo? A chosen child for some mission? How was he involved? Naturally he had to be involved in this legend if his tamer was also. But was he? Auroramon hadn't mentioned either him or Renamon, only Ryo and Rika. Would Auroramon send off Ryo on some crazy suicide mission, and tell Cyberdramon that he wasn't allowed to go? Well, that didn't matter, he'd go anyway. But how exactly was Ryo pertained to this legend? What did he have to do, or a better question, what was he predestined to do? There were so many questions running through his mind, he didn't know where to start asking, but his mouth knew.
"What does he have to do?"
Auroramon sighed, and began to explain.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Umbramon flew through the air, Rika safely in his arms. His leathery wings flapping through the icy air would have made Rika extremely cold, but his fur, which was blacker than the darkest of all shadows, and even though it was cold itself, kept her warmer than she would have been. He occasionally looked down at her. He didn't want to kill her. He regretted putting her through that insufferable torture before, when he reenacted those moments when she had been attacked in the alley way. He was being needlessly cruel towards her. The dark ocean had consumed his heart even more. That was the reason that he was so merciless and heartless before. It was proven from the dark flame that had engulfed him when they first met. Looking at the ground, he flew downwards, and softly landed on the ground. Putting her down, he looked her straight in the eyes and spoke.
"Listen, go inside, alright? There should be clean blankets in the room that I was in. You can sleep on the bed, alright? I'll be inside in a minute."
His voice trailed off, as he looked towards the ground. He felt so ashamed for dragging her into this, but he had too. He couldn't have used any other girl. Turning around, he headed towards the dark ocean. Anything to be away from her, and feel less guilt by not looking into her eyes, or seeing the wounds that he himself was responsible for. Rika watched this anomalous digimon. //First he trys to kill me, then he heals me halfway so there's still painful wounds, then saves my life, and now he's being nice and treated me kindly? Alright, what's wrong with this picture? There is definitely something not right. It's like, he's being controlled, and over time he trys to fight it. Or maybe he has a sense of conscious, an angel and a devil, and they take turns telling him what to do, and sometimes they work for a common cause. Look at this, I've lost so much sleep and blood, that I'm going delusional. I wish Ryo were here. I wish I were at home, snuggled securely into his protective arms, watching an old rerun of digimon, or sitting in a warm park bench, boasting about our last battle and poking fun at each other. Ryo, where are you?// Umbramon was now standing ankle-deep in the frigid waters. He sank to his hands and knees, and stared into the water. //My reflection seems to bring on a sense that my heart reflects this retched place that the gods have no love for. Why must I have been banished here? I find this place insufferable. If I stay here until I'm on the verge of insanity, I fear my heart shall drown in these waves of torment and anguish. Rika will most certainly die, whether it be from me wanting to be free, or from being forced to live with me my entire life. She'll probably try to commit suicide again. Had it not been for that feeble excuse of a digimon to banish me here, I wouldn't have been forced to do this.// He continued to think as he stared into his reflection. The oddly colored eyes must have reflected his benevolent thoughts, because as soon as he stood up again, he was waist deep in the water. Now, he knew for a fact that the ocean would, as long as he had these kind and caring thoughts, tow him deeper and deeper until he drowned. He couldn't just think differently, for it knew how what his heart voiced out as well too. By the time he spun around to helplessly and powerlessly face Rika with horror clearly etched across his face, he was already chest deep in the wintry water. There wouldn't be any use calling out, because his chest's insides were at a point were wasting your breath could prove fatal if you were on the verge of needing to hold it. Rika stared, shocked as Umbramon was dragged by the waves into the deadly ocean. //Oh my god! What should I do?! Should I save him? I could, but he might kill me later. oh. this isn't fair. I should be given more time to decide on these sort of decisions! Ok, think rationally. What would he do it for me?// With that last thought she sprinted towards the water and dove in. She began swimming towards Umbramon, but with a new, more-light infested, pure victim to attack, Umbramon stopped moving backwards (a good thing too, because he was already up to his neck, with his head pointed up), and Rika's energy began draining at an alarming rate. By the time she was halfway to him, she could barely stay afloat. Her energy all but depleted from her, she didn't even attempt to swim back towards the fatal waves above her, crashing down and making her sink deeper and deeper. She let out her breath, not having half a mind to hold it in. The last thing she heard before going under, was a horror-stricken cry from him. Umbramon attempted to cry out "no!" to no one in particular, but it was too late. She went under. He sprung straight upwards, unfurled his wings and flew upward. Going over to hover above the spot where she submerged, he tried to think as fast as possible. //If I go under, it'll attack me as well! Dragging me down as well as her, wouldn't be good for either of us, but what else can I do?// He flew straight upwards, for about a hundred feet, then immediately plunged into a downwards spiral, converging with the water in an overly conspicuous manner. He swam downward, already feeling the ocean's pull at both his vigor and his heart. Descending a few more painstaking yards, and he glimpsed something. A small fire raged in his atypical eyes, as he saw creatures of the deep's lethal nature, beginning to drag down the helpless, hapless young female. A dark fire erupted around him, not only scaring away the in-training level creatures, but also shielding himself from the dark ocean's prowess and aiding his swim to retrieve and deliver the girl to the surface. He reached the surface and flew into the windy heights. His calm demeanor a simple facade. //SHE'S NOT BREATHING!!!! WHAT DO I DO?! WHAT DO I DO! Ok, get a hold of yourself. Calm down. Use your healing skills! See, a cool head invites more answers to problems then a boiling head does. But why should I help her? She has done nothing but shun me the entire time! She despises everything and anything about me. Think about it, she even wanted to die, but your misplaced and brainless kindness stopped her from completing her wishes. No! I mustn't think like that. I must banish this evilly shadowy and icy fire from my heart, before it consumes my voluntary conscience as well. I must save this young girl's life, as I could not see her be another victim of my kin's hatred of me.// He flew towards land, but delayed his landing as he viewed a few Scubamon voraciously and greedily searched his cavern with an obvious bloodlust amidst them. His healing powers had already taken effect on her, he well knew, and he also knew that she was simply exhausted once again, but he couldn't fight against them, or summon another black flame, for her sake, and he was still worried. He, in a separate direction, soared through the skies, searching for a safe place to land. His flight would tire him greatly, for to call any place in the world of the dark and sinister ocean safe, was to not only underestimate it terribly, but to invoke it's dangerous and chaotic, unpredictable power against you.
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Renamon stared in disbelief. Cyberdramon was not the least bit shocked that it was irrational. Ryo was in denial. All in all, Auroramon was having a hard time. Patience was never his thing, and this plan would need alot of patience. To save Rika from the dark ocean and from an immeasurable evil, to save Umbramon from both the ocean's calling and his own mounting war against himself, and do all this within a matter of minutes, or else all has failed and all the worlds and realms will diminish. Why did he always have to be the leader?! Why couldn't someone else do this job for him?! Oh, what he would give to have never been summoned to that council so many years ago, where the 12 sovereigns determined that he would the king of digital until he diminished. He would give anything to be playing and working and hanging out and spending the rest of his life with his brother that he was wretched away from as an In-training digimon. It pained him unbearably to know where that very same digimon was at this moment, but have no clue what state he was in, or worse, if he even remembered the friendly relationship he at one time shared with him. The very thought brought salty tears to his oddly-colored irises, making them shine and reflect the beautiful hues of the light sided ceiling in his blue eye, and the dark side shimmering against his lavender eye. Staring at the ceiling, he allowed his thoughts to wander. //This ceiling. this ceiling that under which l reside. It reflects me so well. Half of me wishes to stay here, and comply to my duties and protect and make decisions for the good of the digital world. To make sure that no one suffers needlessly, as my needless decision inflicted upon Shadowmon. But then. the other half of me has the utmost desire to live as all the other digimon in the digital world do. Running free, playing with friends, protecting them and items of value. Go back to playing virus and vaccine with my friends at the primary village, and playing in the river while Elecmon caught fish for supper up the river. I'm torn between two loves, two desires. What shall I choose, when the time to permanently decide comes to present? Which way shall my heart choose? My eyes will lead the way. And my heart.//
A/n - well, another chapter come and gone. This one was pretty heart felt, if I do say so myself, and I'm the one that wrote it! Tell me what you think, I don't care what you say, as long as you give your full and honest opinion. Nice comments will encourage me to write more long chapters, and flames about the horrendous cliff hanger will encourage me to invite you people to my bonfire, especially those who are kind enough to give me the flames. Trust me, this is gonna be bigger than a 100th anniversary block party! Well, yeah, anyways, gotta get to work on invitations, homework, and the next chapter. ^_^! Will Auroramon reveal what connection he secretly has with Umbramon? What startling information did Ryo and the others receive? Can Umbramon fight off the evil in his mind and heart? Will Rika get to see her true love before she dies? How many more times is Rika going to be within death's grasp? How many more stupid questions am I going to ask you people?! Find out in the chapters to come. ^_^