Through the Oddest Circumstance

Disclaimer: I don't own any season of Digimon

Chapter 16: Wings of an Angel

Pairings: Mimato, Takari, Jenruki, Kouzumi, Kouyako, Taiora, mild Takumi, Ryo/OC and Ken/OC

Takari-san: WAH!!! Sorry!!! I'm late sighs I'm always late… --;; sorry, you see, I had to enroll myself in school, been watching Naruto and some borrowed animes I had to return and of course, my summer job… WAH!! ;; I hate it when I'm so busy… XX Oh, I was supposed to upload this yesterday but kicks modem it wouldn't work ;;

Stepping on the blondie's face, he smirked audibly, "What did you say a while ago? 'I won't lose', was it? Look at yourself now, eating dirt!" He laughed.

The blonde struggled to get up, finding himself unable to due to the foot of Daisuke.

Daisuke kicked him away with a disgusted look on his face, "You don't even deserve to be stepped on."

The blonde got up slowly, his eyes filled with anger. He was badly beaten up and all of his knives were ineffective against his huge sword. He coughed out some blood. If this kept on going on this way… He wouldn't be able to save her… Actually, he wouldn't even be able to live… but then again, saving her was more important to him than his life…

Yeah… she was more important than his life…

Realization hit him, his gaze shifted to the necklace that was strapped on his neck. A small and not to mention dull dagger with what looked like wings on designed and imprinted was there; he never took it off. It reminded him of his mother… he loved his mother though, even if it did hurt to say it, she had forgotten how she looked like. However, he would never forget how she would tuck him in bed and that warm smiled that was always on her face when she was with him. He clutched the small dagger tightly closing his eyes to remember something mystical he had seen as a child.

A very young boy was running to their backyard, his blonde hair ruffled by the semi-strong breeze. He heard a crashing sound and he was worried because he knew his mother was there. He loved his mother and had always looked up to her and it would just tear him apart if something had happened to her. He was only three years old but he knew how important his mother was to him.

"Okaa-chan! Okaa-chan! (Mother! Mother!)" he screamed calling for his mother.

He arrived at their backyard, eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

"Okaa-chan… you grew wings… Are you an angel?" the boy said in awe.

His mother coughed for a moment, then smiled weakly, "Iie… Takeru-chan… your okaa-chan was just practicing a technique…"

The little boy brightened up, not noticing that his mother was weak, "Kakoi! (Cool!) Can you teach it to me too, okaa-chan? I want to be able to grow wings too!"

His mother laughed softly as the wings soon disappeared, "It's something very dangerous Takeru…"

"If it's so dangerous, then why was okaa-chan using it? She might get hurt!" cried the worried child.

"Don't worry about me, Takeru…" his mother said patting his head softly.

"But okaa-chan!" the little boy complained.

The mother smiled, "Okay, I'll teach it to you…" she patted his head, knowing that it would be dangerous but she knew that Takeru was an obedient boy, "But you must promise me that you only use it in one condition…"

The boy tried to say something but he had forgotten in awe of the idea that he would be thought such a technique.

He finally managed to stutter, "What condition okaa-san?"

"You see, there would be a time when you feel a need to protect someone so much you would rather risk your life then have them get hurt…" his mother patted his head, "And that's the only time you can use it, okay?"

The little boy nodded as his mother took off the necklace strapped on her neck, "As you know already, this is the knife that makes me fast, correct?" his mother spoke slowly so it would be easier to understand.

The little boy nodded, "Hai!"

"You see this?" the mother pointed to a drawing of a wing etched in the little dagger.

The boy nodded again.

"All you need to do is press it hard enough while concentrating your mind to it…"

"Then I can have wings too?" the little boy asked in awe.

"It's not that easy Takeru, after that, a light will surround you and you have to make a contract." The mother sighed.

"A contract?" Takeru was confused at this point already.

"It is a deal, a pact. Before you can be able to use such strength, you must be ready to sacrifice half of your lifespan, then you can use it as often as you want… but anyone who does would probably only live up to 40 at maximum… It's really dangerous Takeru… so only use it to protect someone you love…" his mother hugged him tightly.

"Then why do you do it okaa-chan?" the little boy asked worried but tucking that piece of information in his mind.

The mother smiled softly, "Because I am protecting those I love, you, your brother and your father."

 He had no doubt at all…

He looked at the tiny dagger hanging on his neck…

He didn't care at all…

'I have waited for this moment since I was a child. I don't care if I would only be able to live until 40… or 30… or 20 for Pete's sake! I don't care! I must save her!' Takeru thought ripping the little dagger from the necklace.

Daisuke eyed him oddly, thinking he must've lost his mind.

He pressed the wing as hard as he could, with all his might focusing his mind on his goal and how he could achieve it with such power…

"Hikari! I will save her!" Takeru shouted a bright aura surrounding him.

"Do you wish to gain my power?"

"Yamato… what's happening to Takeru?" Mimi asked urgently, noticing the bright light that covered him.

Yamato looked at the scene with a troubled expression, "No… he couldn't have…"

"Yamato, what's happening?" Mimi asked, now really worried.

"I overheard my mother telling Takeru about his when I was six… he was only three then so I didn't think he would remember. I thought he would never have to do it because he didn't remember…" Yamato murmured.

"YAMATO! WHAT'S GOING ON?" she shouted at him breaking him free for his trance.

"Takeru… he's sacrificing his life for her…" Yamato told her softly, still trying to absorb what his little brother was doing.

"What!? How?" Mimi asked the blonde beside her.

"With great power comes a price, and in his case, half of his lifetime would be cut from him with that power. My mother used it before and my father had always been worried about her. He knew my mother would have died around the age of 40… it was painful… my father knew that he would have been left alone soon." Yamato had said with a serious face.

She grasped Yamato's wrist with a very worried expression on his face, "STOP HIM!" her voice soon broke and she began to sob, "You don't want your brother to… to…"

Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

He suddenly hugged her tightly, burying his head in her chestnut hair. Her eyes had widened; she could believe what she was hearing…

Yamato managed to say, obviously stopping tears from flowing out, "I want to… but… you know he wouldn't let me…"

Mimi had stroked his back, "It's okay to cry…"

"I don't want to cry. I won't cry… because if I do… I'd be a hypocrite because I know that if I was in his situation, I would to the same…" he paused for a moment probably debating with himself whether to say it or not…

"For you."

Her eyes widened and a small smile managing to grace her worried face.

"Yes! I would! I would do anything!" Takeru had shouted to the voice.

Light shone around the young man, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was amazed at what he was doing. He had grown wings on his back; he was flying.

His opponent laughed, "What king of technique is that? The chicken wing technique?"

Takeru glared at his opponent, sure that he would be able to defeat the arrogant man now. He took his largest dagger, which now shone in bright piercing light that had made it look like a sword. He then muttered, "I will kill you…"

"So you say…" Daisuke had shrugged, thinking that Takeru, even with the wings could not lay a finger on him and his sword, "However, you don't know my true strength… I hold the mightiest sword, made of the strongest metal, and has the elemental power of metal. It is indestructible and it's brute strength is unbeatable."

"The sword may be flawless…" Takeru shouted soaring down, charging at the knight, "but surely, its owner is filled with flaws!"

Their swords clashed, Takeru using the strength of gravity to push himself and his sword down, which in reaction, would cause Daisuke to slowly move backward and fall.

"Whatever technique you used…" Daisuke managed to say, as he tried to push Takeru away, "It's surely effective…"

"Humph…" Takeru said continuing his charge on the maroon-haired knight.

"But…" he said, face forming a frown, "It's not enough to beat me!"

Soon, Takeru found himself, pushed back, surprised that Daisuke know held a larger sword, "Surprised? I told you... this sword is flawless, and you miscalculated something… so am I."

Takeru snorted, as he focused more energy to his sword, making the bright light larger, therefore, making the sword larger as well. "You're not perfect. You are just an arrogant prick. I bet that without that sword, you are NOTHING. You are just a piece of shit in the road, being stepped on!"

Daisuke scowled, "Well, you aren't perfect either!"

After a short shouting match, once again, the two were charging at each other.

"Daisuke-sama! Y-You're bleeding…" the shorter and younger man who was watching from the sidelines bit his lip, quivering as he watched. Daisuke did have more power than the blonde but the blonde was surely faster. The blonde also had the power of the wind at his side, as he soared in mid-air. 'The blonde had the edge…' Iori thought as much as he hated to admit it. His eyes shifted to the unconscious woman on the crucifix.

How could he become so strong and risk so much just for one person?

Was this love the secret to the greatest strength?

"URUSEI!" shouted the maroon-haired man, obviously busy from trying to avoid the swift attacks of the winged thief. After he had made his sword larger, it was harder for him to move around, obviously because, it was heavier. It would be soon when he would be defeated, but he would never admit that. He was proud that way. He couldn't just give up like that, since he had to fulfill the mission. He must fulfill the mission… but he knew, it would be impossible now.

"Give up already…" taunted Takeru as he flew around him, scratching him with his blade, hoping that he would give up. He never intended to take his life. He never liked the thought of killing.

Daisuke snorted, swinging his sword around blindly, "Why should I? I'm still able to win."

"No, YOU AREN'T!" he shouted soaring down and scratching Daisuke's legs, causing him to fall.

Daisuke tried to stand, finding himself unable to. He then glared at Takeru spitefully, "Go on… kill me, that's what you wanted, right?"

"I never meant to kill you, and anyway, you already lost… so what is still there to it?" Takeru said, feet landing on the ground, making his way to the crucifix. Iori had not even tried to stop the winged man, he knew he had no chance if his superior has been defeated. He then rushed to Daisuke's side, helping the knight sit up.

"There is no real way to determine who won, or who lost until one is eliminated, blondie…" Daisuke said coughing out blood, "Sure, I have lost… I just wish I could have fulfilled her majesty's desire…"

Iori tried to calm down Daisuke, as he struggled to reach his sword.

"After everything was under control… she promised me a better life… she promised me that she would return my family, my loves, my everything to me…" Daisuke said as he raised the sword.

Takeru, knowing what was going on immediately rushed to the man, trying to stop him but sadly too late…

Daisuke smiled weakly, stabbing the sword in his chest, "I have lost… that's impossible now…" He closed his eyes, falling into eternal sleep.

Hikari's eyes opened, seeing the site before her: Takeru, with wings of an angel running towards a man who had a sword stabbed in his chest and a frightful boy, hugging his knees. Afraid of what his superior has done.

She approached them, "What has happened, Takeru?"

He had been checking if was still alive, "No pulse… we lost him."

Hikari touched the knights forehead. He had been the one who admired her looks, licked her even. Sure, he was a nutcase… but to die in such a condition… "Take the sword off Takeru…"

He eyed her oddly, but followed and took off the bloodstained sword.

Hikari then kissed the knight's forehead, and then, as if magically, his wounds closed and his shirt had been renewed.

Takeru stared in awe.

Hikari then turned to him, "It would be a shame for one to die looking that way… at least this way, it's better. I'm afraid I can't bring back the departed though…"

Takeru nodded, and then done something he craved for…

He took her into his arms and hugged her.

"I'm so glad you're okay…" Takeru said whispering into her ear.

Hikari savored the feeling of being in his arms as well, "Likewise…" she then fingered the glowing feathers of his wings, "When did you get these?"

"It's a long story…" Takeru grinned but soon felt as if something heavy hit his head… and before he knew it…

He fainted.

::Tsuzuku – to be continued::

Takari-san: ;; very, very, VERY late… I hadn't expected it to take this long… but in the middle I was like ".. what should I write next .." and my mind was blank. XX I won't be putting a preview on this chapter but expect that it would be Takumi/Kouzumi. ;; I'm really, really, REALLY sorry XX and I believe, the next chapter might take a long while too. XX I hope you don't get tired of waiting. XX Anyway, cheers that the chapter is FINALLY over Read and Review a.k.a R/R!