Author's Notes:
This part took a LOT of work. We're now halfway through the movie! The translations, the romanticizing of lyrics, the descriptions for this section were all far more difficult than in any other part of this movie. You won't believe how long it took me to format the song. I really hope you guys enjoy it; it's the longest section thus far. Probably the most significant as well. Two more reviews isn't bad! Thank you guys! More reviews = more updates!
Dark Flamedramon, Here's the update. Yes, this is oddly heavily Rukato for an official Tamer's movie, but I'm not complaining. Why the cliffhangers? Because, I'm a suspense fanatic.
Blue and Green, Why dose everyone talk about this movie more than the others? Cause it kicks so much ass. Not much of an explanation there, but its true. Sorry, I haven't seen any screenshots of the terriermon/lopmon mixup on the internet, but it was shown in the movie. Twas quite funny; I always wondered if someone would get them mixed up.
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As the service car sped down the tracks, Locomon finally came into sight. They were gaining on the mad digimon slowly, however, and Kazu was feeling impatient.
"Hurry up! Faster Guardromon!" He shouted out the window, shaking his fist.
"OK!" Guardromon replied, faithful as always.
Guardromon's rockets flared and the car shot forward, gaining quickly now. But to their left, the digital portal was clearly visible, looming ominously. It was growing larger, and it had become a massive vortex of darkness with digital energy skittering all over its purplish surface.
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The train control center was completely silent, save for the occasional clicking of keyboards and the hum of computers. The tension was so thick it was hard to breathe, but Yamaki hardly noticed it. He was used to such an environment, after all.
Suddenly a phone rang. It was still silent as an operator answered it. More bad news, it turned out, as he looked up at Yamaki.
"We need more time for the Yoyogi route."
Yamaki tilted his head upwards and brought his finger to his ear
"Takato, you guys don't have much time left. Get off now!"
"No, it's okay, we can still try to stop him..."
"Stop it and get off the train!"
Takato knew that that was out of the question. Locomon was moving so fast that any attempt to get off would be automatically fatal. As he spoke to Yamaki determinedly, the passenger car door opened, and Rika walked in, holding an enormous metal wrench.
"If something happens, I can detach the car." Takato continued, without noticing Rika come in. "Later."
Takato turned off the cell phone and spun around. Rika was back, he saw. Apparently she hadn't had much luck with the machinery. In fact, she seemed kind of distant, and her face was oddly...emotionless. Well, she never did take failure well.
"We have a little time left to try to stop him. Besides, we can't get off him at this speed." Takato explained cheerfully.
Rika didn't answer. She just kept walking forward almost mechanically. Then she stopped for a moment, and Renamon saw her eyes. There was something wrong with those eyes. They were…dead. Devoid of emotion. That wasn't right, Rika would usually have scorned Takato's advice or at least pouted. And more than that, Renamon sensed something…sinister. It was definitely Rika, Renamon could be trusted to know her own partner…yet somehow, at the same time, it wasn't Rika.
"Rika." Renamon muttered, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Huh?" Takato asked, not quite understanding what was going on.
Rika began walking forward again, her arm carrying the wrench slowly moving backwards. Takato continued speaking, quite clueless.
"Yamaki said there was a digital portal at Ichigaya, and…"
Rika heard his voice as if from far away. It was so…faint. Then her vision filled with mist and she found herself walking through darkness. From somewhere, a clear voice, a hauntingly familiar voice, was singing…
Zutto zutto issho ni iru to ano yuuhi ni yakusoku shita kara…
We were always together, and to the setting sun we made our promises…
Rika turned towards the voice. Through the dark mist, she could see the silhouette of a swing and two people…a little girl and a man swinging her. The squeaking of the swing mingled with the girl's song.
Ima sugu aitai sono kimochi wo onegai tsutaete ne
Now it's there, easily, and that feeling, please, tell me…
Rika turned and strained her eyes. The scene was familiar. Very familiar. But how? Her mind felt strangely suppressed. She began walking towards the swing, then saw who was on the swing; a tiny Rika, dressed in a yellow shirt covered by a blue dress, was happily swinging, pure joy and innocence etched on her face. Suddenly Rika's heart went cold…the child was her…then the man swinging her was…
"Dad!" She gasped.
Suddenly, she found herself sitting on the swing. It was far too small for her, and she had to bend her knees to fit. She gasped in surprise, then looked up. Her father, with the same handsome face and reddish hair she remembered from all those years ago, grinned at her. Rika broke into a wide smile she hadn't shown in years. But then the smile faded and she looked down at her feet.
"I hate singing." She murmured.
Then, as if forgetting herself, she began moving her foot up and down, and the swing began to move back and forth, creaking just like they had before. Rika's mouth opened and she did something she hadn't done for years.
Hitoribotchi no kokoro ni totsuzen tobikonde kita
One person governs their heart, suddenly jumping to come by…
As she sang, her eyes opened and she looked up, her face clear and happy. Her eyes shone, and it was hard to believe they could be the same, hard eyes that gazed upon the real world.
Sukoshi itakatta koto, yasashiku tsutsunde kureta…
Being there just for a moment, gracefully coming to embrace…
Rika closed her eyes, relaxed and radiated emotion as she continued her song.
Konna ni otosu hontou wa hajimete dakara…
This kind of loss is really the first time, so…
Rika's glowing eyes opened again, and her father put his hand on her back.
Sono muku mori o soto, poketto ni tsumekonde…
Look out side the forest, stuff it in your pocket…
Suddenly the darkness receded as a brilliant, glowing red sunset enveloped them, father and daughter.
Aruite ikitai…
I want to go walking…
Rika leapt up from the swing and grabbed her father's arm. She laughed and dragged him towards the sunset, and together they began walking, Rika resting her head lightly on his shoulder.
Zutto zutto ishoni iru to ano yuuhi ni, yakusoku shita kara…
We're always together and to the setting sun, we made our promises…
Rika looked up at her father as they walked and the sound of her laughter echoed through the air. Content, she closed her eyes and leaned on her father completely, knowing the feeling would last forever, as the enormous setting sun loomed before them.
Sabishii toki mo hirogaru orenji o nagamete…
Lonely times staring at the stretch of orange…
Suddenly her grip loosened and her father kept walking. Watching him go in dismay, pain was clear on Rika's innocent face. She outstretched her arm, reaching for him…but he vanished into the sunset. Rika's face looked confused, then sad. She stared at the empty, glowing horizon.
Kitto kitto daijoubu da yo, ano yuuhi ga, sasayaite kureru…
For sure I'm alright, and that setting sun comes whispering…
Her face fell, and she turned, sadly walking away from the sunset and into the darkness.
Ima sugu aitai sono kimochi mo onegai, tsutaete ne.
Now it's there, easily and that feeling, please tell me.
The empty swing still rocked back and forth.
***
Rika kept walking forward mechanically. Takato finally seemed to notice something was wrong when Rika didn't answer him. Renamon and Takato moved back as she passed through the aisle, eyes as cold and lifeless as ever.
"Rika, what's wrong?" Takato asked, reaching out to tap her on the shoulder.
Suddenly, with shocking speed, Rika spun around as swung the wrench one-handed as if it were made of plastic and not heavy steel. Only Takato's quick reflexes saved him, as he let out a cry of shock and leapt backwards, a thousand things pounding through his head, and only fear registered.
As Rika dashed forward and attacked again, Takato ducked and ran past her. The seat behind the spot he had occupied a second before crumpled and snapped like paper as Renamon vanished into the air, escaping the dangerous proximity. Rika turned around seamlessly, her own reflexes more than a match for Takato's. With another quick blow she cut him off, smashing another seat into splinters. Takato screamed again and fell to the ground. He was trapped in between two seats; there was nowhere to run.
Methodically, Rika walked in front of him menacingly. Shock finally leaving his veins, Takato spoke panicked, knowing that what was happening was impossible, yet knowing at the same time that it WAS happening. Rika was trying to kill him. This wasn't a joke, not like the threats Rika always made; she would never go this far, no matter how angry she was. Takato knew she wasn't a murderer.
"Rika! Just what are you-" He began desperately.
Suddenly Renamon appeared before him, crouching in between him and her partner.
"This isn't Rika." She said.
"Wha?" Takato gasped.
Renamon didn't move. If the sight of her own partner wouldn't stop her, nothing would. Renamon was staking everything, her life and Takato's, on the assumption that Rika would never attack her.
"Don't get in my way. I just want to sing." Rika murmured, raising the wrench. There was something in her way. She wouldn't allow that. She had to keep singing. Nothing would get in her way.
"Rika?" Takato cried.
Rika lunged, bringing the wrench crashing down.
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Author's End Notes:
Don't you just love those cliffhangers? This is actually where the movie cut off, so I decided to make it realistic. Anyways, please review for more updates, and I hope you enjoyed this chappie.