Criminy, how long has it been since I've updated? I'm really, really sorry
about this, guys! I sorta got sidetracked between another fic, college,
and lots of other stuff that got in my way. That and I have no clue at all
at how to end this thing. Seriously. I almost posted a 'Discontinued' up
here telling anyone who wanted to finish it could, and gladly.
*!*!*!*!*!* I need help with this, guys! Please e-mail me any ideas you have on how to finish this thing! Nothing is too stupid for me to look at! *!*!*!*!*!*
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing I tell you!
One curse word.
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Ch. 5: What's going on here?!
***
Darakumon appeared by his master. Bowing, he spoke.
"My lord, are you certain that the children will come?"
"Do you doubt us, Darakumon?"
"No, my lord. I am simply warning you that they may not come."
"Enough. Your concern is noted and dismissed. Our plan will work."
"Forgive me, my lord." Darakumon bowed once again.
"You are. Now leave us, we have much to prepare before tonight." Darakumon left his master's sight, melting into the darkness, but he didn't leave the room. Ever since that blasted light had come into his master's life, things had begun to go wrong for the ronin Digimon. At first, it had only been a weapon, increasing his master's strength, a thing to be used and put away as his master had seen fit. Then Kamimon had started keeping it out longer after it had been used, staring at it for hours on end. Then the obsession really began. The strange habit of speaking in third person, the even stranger habit of speaking to the light itself. Now Kamimon never let the damned thing leave his sight. Darakumon could only stand by and listen to his master speak to it.
"We will succeed, won't we my darling? No one can defeat us, and how can they resist the note we left for them? They cannot, we know." Kamimon giggled, cradling his 'darling' light closer as he stared into its depths.
After all, it had already succeeded in driving him mad.
***
The whole group was at the cave again, having spent the rest of the afternoon at home. After only a little time spent talking, they had come up with a crude plan for that night's confrontation with their new enemy.
Since they didn't know about Kamimon's light and its ability to spy on them, the children reasoned that he didn't know how many of them there were. So, they decided that only Henry, Rika, and Takato would be out in the open with their Digimon. Mikae, Jeri, Kazu, and Kenta would hide nearby, and come out only if they were needed.
***
"Are you ready, guys?"
"Yeah, we're ready. Stop worrying, already." Rika said, while Henry shushed the four kids. Takato kept an eye out for any Digimon approaching.
"Hey, I think I see something!" Takato yelled.
"Well, at least we don't have to worry about it finding us." Rika remarked sarcastically. Henry just rolled his eyes.
"You ready Terriermon?" The little Digimon nodded.
"Absolutely!"
"Renamon?"
"Yes."
"Guilmon?"
"Ready, Takatomon!" So they stood there, waiting for Kamimon when a very powerful Icedevimon headed right for them.
"Uh, guys? He's not slowing down." Takato said nervously.
"Ha!" The digimon crowed with pleasure. To find the Digidestined out here was a sign of good fortune! If he could defeat them, his status would go way, way up in the digital world! Icedevimon had no connection at all with Kamimon, and had only come upon them by chance. A chance that he panned to exploit fully.
He landed, and started to advance. The children backed away nervously, confused.
"Umm, I don't think that's Kamimon guys." Takato said.
"No duh, genius." Rika said, and held up her D3.
"Digivolution, Execute!"
"Renamon digivolve to. Kyubimon!"
Before Henry or Takato could digivolve their own digimon, Icedevimon knocked their D3's out of their hands, which left Kyubimon defending the three humans. The battle, started off badly, went downhill from there. Fighting two short, Rika was concentrating too hard to reach her walkie talkie, and Henry's and Takato's had been crushed in Icedevimon's last attack. Just when Kyubimon was about to reach the end of her endurance, another digimon appeared.
Strangely, this one didn't attack them, but seemed to be protecting them, heading straight for Icedevimon, and intercepting an attack that was meant to delete Kyubimon and kill the three children. Grunting, it threw off the attack and made an attack of its own. It was humanoid, and not a lot could be seen about it because of the darkness. All that could be made out for sure was that it was male, had very long hair, and was unusually tall.
The stranger digimon made quick work of the Icedevimon and deleted him, absorbing his data. That done, he turned to the digidestined and headed towards them. Warily, they stood their ground. Henry and Takato, having already made a run for their (digivices) stood ready to digivolve at the slightest sign of aggression. The stranger digimon held up a hand and spoke.
"Peace. I will not harm you."
"How do we know we can trust you on that?" Rika shot back. The stranger only laughed a little. A chuckle that could barely be heard.
"Because I am Darakumon, warrior of Kamimon."
"Well that doesn't exactly comfort us, you know." Darakumon's mouth quirked slightly. It might have been a smile, but then again it was too dark to see well.
"Does this satisfy you?" He walked under a nearby street light and threw his weapon, a bow that was taller than he and a quiver of arrows as big as spears, on the ground in front of them.
Now that the kids had a good look at him, Darakumon looked strange- though not as strange as some of the digimon they had seen before. He was dressed like a ninja, complete with a cloth over his nose and mouth that he had pulled down to his neck for now. His hair was long and dark green, and had leaves and other greenery woven in haphazardly with it and the braid behind his left ear. There were brushes of silver at his temples, denoting his age in the definite way his body did not. His eyes were black, with flecks of emerald, and his skin was tinted a light green. Darakumon spoke again.
"You have nothing to fear from me at the moment. Lord Kamimon has not ordered me to attack you."
"I don't think we can trust him, guys." Darakumon looked at Terriermon for a moment, and his mouth curved a little at the corners in what was definitely a smile.
"You are wise not to trust me, little warrior. One can never trust an opponent whose master is mad." The three children and their digimon stared at him, mouths open.
"You know he's crazy?" Takato asked, stunned.
"I could not very well miss it, when I have served Lord Kamimon for years before his mind wandered off the path of sanity."
"And you still work for him?"
"I must."
"But why?" Darakumon did not answer this time. Instead, he retrieved his bow and arrows and walked away for a distance. The children followed Darakumon while Mikae and the others followed them, staying hidden whenever they could. Eventually Darakumon led them to an area of the lake that was absolutely picturesque, what with the moonlight striking it just so and everything. Standing on the shore of the lake was a human sized silhouette holding a glowing object.
The silhouette moved, turning around, so more could be seen of it now. It had dark indigo hair that reached mid back pulled into a loose ponytail. It was dressed in the traditional man's kimono, and was holding a staff tipped with a blade loosely against its side. Closer, the eyes looked golden yellow, but they were glazed. A smile scrawled itself across the figure's mouth.
"Hello, children. We have been waiting for you." It spoke softly.
"Kamimon." Takato whispered. The smile grew wider.
"Well now, at least one of them knows us without all those bothersome introductions!" Kamimon looked genuinely pleased.
"Why did you call us here, Kamimon?" Rika demanded. Kamimon switched his gaze to her. He cocked his head to the side.
"Did you not read the letter we left you?"
"What? Of course I did. But-"
"We told you. We do not disappoint children. Now. We know you children have been searching for us to do battle."
"But how-" Henry started. Kamimon ignored him and continued as if Henry had never spoken.
"And we know that there are more of you. You surely are not stupid enough to confront us with a mere fraction of your power. Tell you friends to come out and face us." Takato, Henry, and Rika stayed silent. Kamimon gave a nearly imperceptible nod.
"Very well." He lifted the hand that was not holding the glowing thing. Suddenly, a burst of light issued from it, incinerating the group of bushes the other Digidestined were hiding behind. Several yelps were heard.
Mikae and Impmon were the first out, followed closely by Leomon, who was carrying Jerri. Kazu, Guardromon, Kenta, and MarineAngemon weren't far behind.
"Now that we are all present, let us begin. Darakumon."
"Yes, my lord." Darakumon said, and immediately drew his bow. Drawing an arrow faster than the children could see, he set it and let it fly. It struck Takato in the arm. Takato's arm didn't break, as the arrow had merely clipped him, but a great deal of blood issued from the wound. Takato gripped his arm, gritting his teeth in pain.
"Takato-mon!" Guilmon rushed in front of his tamer. Darakumon only drew more arrows, firing them in succession. Each arrow hit its target, though the wounds were relatively light, considering.
"Stop now." Kamimon held up a hand to Darakumon. His expression hadn't changed during the time Darakumon had started attacking the children.
"My lord." Darakumon relaxed his hold on his weapons and stood at the ready, staring forward. Kamimon shook his head softly.
"Tsk, tsk. I thought you wanted to battle us, children. Why do you not attack?" Takato gritted his teeth and held up his D3.
"Digivolution, Execute!" He slid a blue card through his D3.
"Guilmon, digivolve to...Growlmon!" The much bigger Growlmon took Guilmon's place and glared down at Darakumon and Kamimon. Kamimon only gazed up at him, unfazed.
"My, my. It seems that you have decided to get serious. Darakumon, attack."
"My lord." Darakumon drew his bow taught and fired his arrow. This time, the arrow glowed brightly as it arced towards Growlmon's chest.
"Ronin Sun!" He yelled. The arrow arced towards Growlmon's chest, but the larger Digimon knocked it off course- wounding his paw (hand?) in the process. The arrow's arc was now aimed at Rika.
The red-haired Tamer was unaware of the danger headed her way, and concentrated on giving her own Digimon's battle.
"RIKA!" Henry shouted. Rika looked up. Her eyes widened to the size of dish pans. There was no way she could dodge that in time, and Kyubimon was too far away to help her!
The arrow was closing the distance between them quickly, and it was nearly on top of her when she was pushed over violently, knocking her several feet away.
Grunting when she hit the ground, Rika's head snapped up when she heard a muted cry of pain. She looked over to where she had been to see Henry on the ground next to a quivering arrow, holding a bleeding arm.
"Henry?" She gasped, out of breath. A cruel laugh shifted her attention back to Kamimon.
"Ku ku ku ku ku! My, isn't this fun, children? This is the best time We've had for a while!" Kamimon held a hand up to his mouth, tittering behind it. His eyes thinned as he laughed. Darakumon held his bow at the ready, waiting for Kamimon's order to attack again.
Rika gritted her teeth and stood up.
"Digivolution, Execute!"
"Kyubimon, digivolve to. Tao-ahhhh!" Kyubimon cried out as an arrow pierced her side, disrupting her Digivolution.
"Kyubimon!"
"My, my, aren't we the lively one?" Kamimon muttered, studying the fiery girl.
"Bada Boom!" Out of nowhere came Impmon's signature attack. Kamimon dodged it in time for it to do no harm.
"And what do we have here? Another little Digimon?" He said, amused. Impmon ground his teeth, hating being called 'little'. He readied another attack, but Darakumon was there before he could let it fly, knocking him away several feet.
"Impmon!" Mikae shouted, rushing over to him. Leomon and Jerri ran after her. Leomon stood in front of the two human girls and Impmon, protecting them from attacks.
"Impmon, are you okay?" Mikae asked, lifting the small Digimon's head onto her lap. He coughed and shifted his weight to lean on his elbow, wiping some blood off of his chin.
"I'm just peachy."
Kamimon watched them for a moment, then dismissed them as unimportant, switching his attention to the fiery Tamer who was running over to the dedigivolved Renamon. He gestured to her, indicating that he wanted Darakumon to bring her to him. Silently, Darakumon obeyed, capturing the struggling human, bringing her to face his master.
"Tell us human, what do you think of us?" The only answer Kamimon got was a series of insults. He tittered behind his hand.
"Perfect. Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment." He told Rika. The glowing object that Kamimon had been holding the entire time began to shine brighter, blinding everyone. When they could see again, Kamimon had collapsed and Rika's eyes were glazed over strangely. Darakumon released her, but she didn't run, or even attack. She raised her hand and examined it as if she had never seen it before. She tittered.
"Rika?" Henry asked cautiously. The girl looked at him and smirked. She gestured towards the wounded boy. Everyone gasped when Darakumon behaved as if she were Kamimon and attacked. Renamon and Terriermon managed to divert the attack.
A sudden wind sucked the words from Henry and Renamon's mouths, and Rika lifted into the air. The group watched, amazed, ignoring the still form of Kamimon- who was still breathing shallowly.
"What's goin' on here?!" Impmon demanded, thoroughly confused. He didn't get an answer. Instead, Darakumon made to attack him again at Rika's gesture.
"Darakumon?! You're only supposed to follow Kamimon's orders! Waitaminute, why is Rika ordering you to attack us?!" Mikae exclaimed, dragging Impmon out of harms way, against the small Digimon's will.
Darakumon didn't answer, and Rika only tittered again.
"Is it taking you children so long to figure it out?" She asked. Her voice was hardly recognizable.
"What are we supposed to figure out?" Takato yelled. Rika tittered.
"I suppose we shall have to show you." She remarked softly.
"We?" Henry started, alarmed. Kamimon talked like that! He glanced at the comatose Digimon and back at his friend. It was impossible, but there was no other explanation!
Rika watched a war of emotions play itself across the blue-haired boy's face and smiled.
"Darakumon, attack that boy."
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I know, I know! I must finish this! But remember, a dead author posts no updates! I'll try really hard to get this next (and last) chapter done soon! In the meantime, all constructive criticism and suggestions are appreciated, and all whiney brat flames are ignored!
* sheepish * I guess this fic has morphed itself to be more of a HenryXRika despite my best tries. There will be more ImpmonXMikae, though, never fear!
*Yeah, I know. Walkie Talkie. Stupid. I agree, but I couldn't think of anything else.
*!*!*!*!*!* I need help with this, guys! Please e-mail me any ideas you have on how to finish this thing! Nothing is too stupid for me to look at! *!*!*!*!*!*
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing I tell you!
One curse word.
***
Ch. 5: What's going on here?!
***
Darakumon appeared by his master. Bowing, he spoke.
"My lord, are you certain that the children will come?"
"Do you doubt us, Darakumon?"
"No, my lord. I am simply warning you that they may not come."
"Enough. Your concern is noted and dismissed. Our plan will work."
"Forgive me, my lord." Darakumon bowed once again.
"You are. Now leave us, we have much to prepare before tonight." Darakumon left his master's sight, melting into the darkness, but he didn't leave the room. Ever since that blasted light had come into his master's life, things had begun to go wrong for the ronin Digimon. At first, it had only been a weapon, increasing his master's strength, a thing to be used and put away as his master had seen fit. Then Kamimon had started keeping it out longer after it had been used, staring at it for hours on end. Then the obsession really began. The strange habit of speaking in third person, the even stranger habit of speaking to the light itself. Now Kamimon never let the damned thing leave his sight. Darakumon could only stand by and listen to his master speak to it.
"We will succeed, won't we my darling? No one can defeat us, and how can they resist the note we left for them? They cannot, we know." Kamimon giggled, cradling his 'darling' light closer as he stared into its depths.
After all, it had already succeeded in driving him mad.
***
The whole group was at the cave again, having spent the rest of the afternoon at home. After only a little time spent talking, they had come up with a crude plan for that night's confrontation with their new enemy.
Since they didn't know about Kamimon's light and its ability to spy on them, the children reasoned that he didn't know how many of them there were. So, they decided that only Henry, Rika, and Takato would be out in the open with their Digimon. Mikae, Jeri, Kazu, and Kenta would hide nearby, and come out only if they were needed.
***
"Are you ready, guys?"
"Yeah, we're ready. Stop worrying, already." Rika said, while Henry shushed the four kids. Takato kept an eye out for any Digimon approaching.
"Hey, I think I see something!" Takato yelled.
"Well, at least we don't have to worry about it finding us." Rika remarked sarcastically. Henry just rolled his eyes.
"You ready Terriermon?" The little Digimon nodded.
"Absolutely!"
"Renamon?"
"Yes."
"Guilmon?"
"Ready, Takatomon!" So they stood there, waiting for Kamimon when a very powerful Icedevimon headed right for them.
"Uh, guys? He's not slowing down." Takato said nervously.
"Ha!" The digimon crowed with pleasure. To find the Digidestined out here was a sign of good fortune! If he could defeat them, his status would go way, way up in the digital world! Icedevimon had no connection at all with Kamimon, and had only come upon them by chance. A chance that he panned to exploit fully.
He landed, and started to advance. The children backed away nervously, confused.
"Umm, I don't think that's Kamimon guys." Takato said.
"No duh, genius." Rika said, and held up her D3.
"Digivolution, Execute!"
"Renamon digivolve to. Kyubimon!"
Before Henry or Takato could digivolve their own digimon, Icedevimon knocked their D3's out of their hands, which left Kyubimon defending the three humans. The battle, started off badly, went downhill from there. Fighting two short, Rika was concentrating too hard to reach her walkie talkie, and Henry's and Takato's had been crushed in Icedevimon's last attack. Just when Kyubimon was about to reach the end of her endurance, another digimon appeared.
Strangely, this one didn't attack them, but seemed to be protecting them, heading straight for Icedevimon, and intercepting an attack that was meant to delete Kyubimon and kill the three children. Grunting, it threw off the attack and made an attack of its own. It was humanoid, and not a lot could be seen about it because of the darkness. All that could be made out for sure was that it was male, had very long hair, and was unusually tall.
The stranger digimon made quick work of the Icedevimon and deleted him, absorbing his data. That done, he turned to the digidestined and headed towards them. Warily, they stood their ground. Henry and Takato, having already made a run for their (digivices) stood ready to digivolve at the slightest sign of aggression. The stranger digimon held up a hand and spoke.
"Peace. I will not harm you."
"How do we know we can trust you on that?" Rika shot back. The stranger only laughed a little. A chuckle that could barely be heard.
"Because I am Darakumon, warrior of Kamimon."
"Well that doesn't exactly comfort us, you know." Darakumon's mouth quirked slightly. It might have been a smile, but then again it was too dark to see well.
"Does this satisfy you?" He walked under a nearby street light and threw his weapon, a bow that was taller than he and a quiver of arrows as big as spears, on the ground in front of them.
Now that the kids had a good look at him, Darakumon looked strange- though not as strange as some of the digimon they had seen before. He was dressed like a ninja, complete with a cloth over his nose and mouth that he had pulled down to his neck for now. His hair was long and dark green, and had leaves and other greenery woven in haphazardly with it and the braid behind his left ear. There were brushes of silver at his temples, denoting his age in the definite way his body did not. His eyes were black, with flecks of emerald, and his skin was tinted a light green. Darakumon spoke again.
"You have nothing to fear from me at the moment. Lord Kamimon has not ordered me to attack you."
"I don't think we can trust him, guys." Darakumon looked at Terriermon for a moment, and his mouth curved a little at the corners in what was definitely a smile.
"You are wise not to trust me, little warrior. One can never trust an opponent whose master is mad." The three children and their digimon stared at him, mouths open.
"You know he's crazy?" Takato asked, stunned.
"I could not very well miss it, when I have served Lord Kamimon for years before his mind wandered off the path of sanity."
"And you still work for him?"
"I must."
"But why?" Darakumon did not answer this time. Instead, he retrieved his bow and arrows and walked away for a distance. The children followed Darakumon while Mikae and the others followed them, staying hidden whenever they could. Eventually Darakumon led them to an area of the lake that was absolutely picturesque, what with the moonlight striking it just so and everything. Standing on the shore of the lake was a human sized silhouette holding a glowing object.
The silhouette moved, turning around, so more could be seen of it now. It had dark indigo hair that reached mid back pulled into a loose ponytail. It was dressed in the traditional man's kimono, and was holding a staff tipped with a blade loosely against its side. Closer, the eyes looked golden yellow, but they were glazed. A smile scrawled itself across the figure's mouth.
"Hello, children. We have been waiting for you." It spoke softly.
"Kamimon." Takato whispered. The smile grew wider.
"Well now, at least one of them knows us without all those bothersome introductions!" Kamimon looked genuinely pleased.
"Why did you call us here, Kamimon?" Rika demanded. Kamimon switched his gaze to her. He cocked his head to the side.
"Did you not read the letter we left you?"
"What? Of course I did. But-"
"We told you. We do not disappoint children. Now. We know you children have been searching for us to do battle."
"But how-" Henry started. Kamimon ignored him and continued as if Henry had never spoken.
"And we know that there are more of you. You surely are not stupid enough to confront us with a mere fraction of your power. Tell you friends to come out and face us." Takato, Henry, and Rika stayed silent. Kamimon gave a nearly imperceptible nod.
"Very well." He lifted the hand that was not holding the glowing thing. Suddenly, a burst of light issued from it, incinerating the group of bushes the other Digidestined were hiding behind. Several yelps were heard.
Mikae and Impmon were the first out, followed closely by Leomon, who was carrying Jerri. Kazu, Guardromon, Kenta, and MarineAngemon weren't far behind.
"Now that we are all present, let us begin. Darakumon."
"Yes, my lord." Darakumon said, and immediately drew his bow. Drawing an arrow faster than the children could see, he set it and let it fly. It struck Takato in the arm. Takato's arm didn't break, as the arrow had merely clipped him, but a great deal of blood issued from the wound. Takato gripped his arm, gritting his teeth in pain.
"Takato-mon!" Guilmon rushed in front of his tamer. Darakumon only drew more arrows, firing them in succession. Each arrow hit its target, though the wounds were relatively light, considering.
"Stop now." Kamimon held up a hand to Darakumon. His expression hadn't changed during the time Darakumon had started attacking the children.
"My lord." Darakumon relaxed his hold on his weapons and stood at the ready, staring forward. Kamimon shook his head softly.
"Tsk, tsk. I thought you wanted to battle us, children. Why do you not attack?" Takato gritted his teeth and held up his D3.
"Digivolution, Execute!" He slid a blue card through his D3.
"Guilmon, digivolve to...Growlmon!" The much bigger Growlmon took Guilmon's place and glared down at Darakumon and Kamimon. Kamimon only gazed up at him, unfazed.
"My, my. It seems that you have decided to get serious. Darakumon, attack."
"My lord." Darakumon drew his bow taught and fired his arrow. This time, the arrow glowed brightly as it arced towards Growlmon's chest.
"Ronin Sun!" He yelled. The arrow arced towards Growlmon's chest, but the larger Digimon knocked it off course- wounding his paw (hand?) in the process. The arrow's arc was now aimed at Rika.
The red-haired Tamer was unaware of the danger headed her way, and concentrated on giving her own Digimon's battle.
"RIKA!" Henry shouted. Rika looked up. Her eyes widened to the size of dish pans. There was no way she could dodge that in time, and Kyubimon was too far away to help her!
The arrow was closing the distance between them quickly, and it was nearly on top of her when she was pushed over violently, knocking her several feet away.
Grunting when she hit the ground, Rika's head snapped up when she heard a muted cry of pain. She looked over to where she had been to see Henry on the ground next to a quivering arrow, holding a bleeding arm.
"Henry?" She gasped, out of breath. A cruel laugh shifted her attention back to Kamimon.
"Ku ku ku ku ku! My, isn't this fun, children? This is the best time We've had for a while!" Kamimon held a hand up to his mouth, tittering behind it. His eyes thinned as he laughed. Darakumon held his bow at the ready, waiting for Kamimon's order to attack again.
Rika gritted her teeth and stood up.
"Digivolution, Execute!"
"Kyubimon, digivolve to. Tao-ahhhh!" Kyubimon cried out as an arrow pierced her side, disrupting her Digivolution.
"Kyubimon!"
"My, my, aren't we the lively one?" Kamimon muttered, studying the fiery girl.
"Bada Boom!" Out of nowhere came Impmon's signature attack. Kamimon dodged it in time for it to do no harm.
"And what do we have here? Another little Digimon?" He said, amused. Impmon ground his teeth, hating being called 'little'. He readied another attack, but Darakumon was there before he could let it fly, knocking him away several feet.
"Impmon!" Mikae shouted, rushing over to him. Leomon and Jerri ran after her. Leomon stood in front of the two human girls and Impmon, protecting them from attacks.
"Impmon, are you okay?" Mikae asked, lifting the small Digimon's head onto her lap. He coughed and shifted his weight to lean on his elbow, wiping some blood off of his chin.
"I'm just peachy."
Kamimon watched them for a moment, then dismissed them as unimportant, switching his attention to the fiery Tamer who was running over to the dedigivolved Renamon. He gestured to her, indicating that he wanted Darakumon to bring her to him. Silently, Darakumon obeyed, capturing the struggling human, bringing her to face his master.
"Tell us human, what do you think of us?" The only answer Kamimon got was a series of insults. He tittered behind his hand.
"Perfect. Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment." He told Rika. The glowing object that Kamimon had been holding the entire time began to shine brighter, blinding everyone. When they could see again, Kamimon had collapsed and Rika's eyes were glazed over strangely. Darakumon released her, but she didn't run, or even attack. She raised her hand and examined it as if she had never seen it before. She tittered.
"Rika?" Henry asked cautiously. The girl looked at him and smirked. She gestured towards the wounded boy. Everyone gasped when Darakumon behaved as if she were Kamimon and attacked. Renamon and Terriermon managed to divert the attack.
A sudden wind sucked the words from Henry and Renamon's mouths, and Rika lifted into the air. The group watched, amazed, ignoring the still form of Kamimon- who was still breathing shallowly.
"What's goin' on here?!" Impmon demanded, thoroughly confused. He didn't get an answer. Instead, Darakumon made to attack him again at Rika's gesture.
"Darakumon?! You're only supposed to follow Kamimon's orders! Waitaminute, why is Rika ordering you to attack us?!" Mikae exclaimed, dragging Impmon out of harms way, against the small Digimon's will.
Darakumon didn't answer, and Rika only tittered again.
"Is it taking you children so long to figure it out?" She asked. Her voice was hardly recognizable.
"What are we supposed to figure out?" Takato yelled. Rika tittered.
"I suppose we shall have to show you." She remarked softly.
"We?" Henry started, alarmed. Kamimon talked like that! He glanced at the comatose Digimon and back at his friend. It was impossible, but there was no other explanation!
Rika watched a war of emotions play itself across the blue-haired boy's face and smiled.
"Darakumon, attack that boy."
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I know, I know! I must finish this! But remember, a dead author posts no updates! I'll try really hard to get this next (and last) chapter done soon! In the meantime, all constructive criticism and suggestions are appreciated, and all whiney brat flames are ignored!
* sheepish * I guess this fic has morphed itself to be more of a HenryXRika despite my best tries. There will be more ImpmonXMikae, though, never fear!
*Yeah, I know. Walkie Talkie. Stupid. I agree, but I couldn't think of anything else.