A/N: Today I have returned from my vacation, and, aside from learning that black fur hides sunburns well, I have a lot of chapters ready to type!
All: YAY!
Alpha: But their for fics I haven't started yet.
All: CRAP!
Psychemon: Hello everyone. Yes, I'm one of those red-skinned Gabumons. I'm also Alpha's partner.
Alpha: Isn't he cool?
Matt: If this is some desperate method to prove you hate me, just remember, Season 2 ended with the canon romance being Sorat- AGHHHHHH! *gets eaten by a Devidramon*
Disclaimer: I have just recieved Final Fantasy VII! I HAVE A NEW MUSE!
Cloud: Me?
Alpha: Nope.
Tifa: Me?
Alpha: *drools, but shakes head. * Nope.
Sephiroth: It's me.
Alpha: YES! *notices Kaiba-like design* Not YOU! The one with white hair and Masamune!
Sephiroth: Sorry. Oh, by the way, GJG, thanks for worrying about me. I've just been caught up trying to clean out Seto's widdle mind fwom da taint ob cowwege students on summa bweak.
Seto: I'd kill you, if you weren't in my mind.
FF7 Sephiroth: Is that a threat?
All: *run*
Alpha: YAY! I was wondering when you'd show up! See, Squaresoft has you currently, um, dead, so since you can't kill any HUMANS, I was wondering if you wanted to aid the POF!
Sephiroth: What's in it for me?
Alpha: Slaughtering helpless, fightless creatures.
Sephiroth: Deal.
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The halls of a deeply caverned fortress echoed a sense of fear. The barren wasteland in which the fortress resided was restless, whispering with its chilling wind through the silence.
Three symbols, smashing into each other, continued in a matter throughout every hall. A pill, a floppy disk, and a skull, all fighting one another desperately.
The padding noise of leather on metal sounded throughout a chrome laboratory. and a woman, skin white as death, with gleaming red eyes, black wings, and a black, skimpy outfit, gave an annoyed growl at a small, mechanical creature, which looked like a lightbulb with arms and legs.
"Still no progress, Datamon?" The women asked angrily, her voice a surprising dulcet tone." Lord Kimon cannot wait much longer. The largest group of seperated children have been discovered on the island where ALL of the other crests are being stored! We shouldn't have trusted that other-"
"I'm working the best I can, Mistress Ladydevimon!" Datamon's nerdy voice replied indignantly." But this human's genetic structure is vastly different from anything I've ever seen! The Dark Spore backs away before physical contact, almost as if it had a will of its own!"
"Then shove the stupid seed in his neck, in his stomach, wherever it takes!" She yelled loudly," We already know we can't cantrol his partner without controlling HIM!"
"I don't see why we need to." Datamon sneered quietly." Lord Kimon has all he needs from Dracomon: His secondary techniques, as well as other Digimons', and the ability to learn those attacks!"
"Did you say something about my mate?" The demon cooed dangerously.
"You and every other female he finds attractive," Datamon spat.
"Hmph, the others don't matter." Ladydevimon glared, throwing her white hair back and smiling arrogantly." Everyone knows his feelings are for me!"
Datamon emitted a whirring sound that was strangly like a sigh of disbelief.
Ladydevimon glared again, then turned to the subject in question.
Drake lay unconscious on a metallic board, wires to his arms, legs, and chest. The Virus woman smiled almost appraisingly at his slightly above average build, which, thanks to the scanners, she now knew had more power than it showed.
"Maybe we'll capture you little girlfriend, too. An Empress for the new Emperor....." She chuckled slightly at the thought." It was never revealed if the first Emperor's body matured with a Dark Spore. If that's true, we might not even have to seed little Lara."
She gasped at the sudden beeping. Drake's heart rate was moving slightly faster, his blank expression hardening in his sleep.
"Ah, how sweet!" She grinned cruelly." The winged lizard's a stronger guy than we thought. Or are you just sensing my taunts?"
Drake relaxed, his heart slowing. She frowned.
"Party pooper."
"Maybe you should stick to your mission a bit more." Datamon suggested grumpily." Lord Kimon instructed you to watch over the newly incarnated one. You should go."
"Don't tell me what to do, slave!" She roared fiercly." Watch over this lifeless doll while I'm gone, and inform me of any success!"
She dissapeared in a wave of dark energy.
"Minimum wage for THIS?" Datamon asked his 'guinea pig' blandly." Almost makes me wish I was you, kid."
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"WELCOME!" The large, red, beetle-like Digimon roared at the group, with an annoying Scottish accent." You're in BEETLELAND, the greatest vacation spot of the digital world, and home to all Insects and customers, EVER!"
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Chinchillamon: MEGAKABUTERIMON is pretty enthusiastic, huh? He's supposed to be a bouncer, but the only thing he uses his Horn Buster for is grilling free food! Weird for an Ultimate, isn't it?
"Step right up, place your order, discounts on all free foods for a limited time only!" He bellowed heartily." The tournament's starting in just three days, and competitors need lost of strength!"
"A tournament?" All men present asked. Shayla and Renamon sighed.
"That's right, ladies and gentlemon, the one-and-only Beetleland Tournament, held once a year! You Partner Digimon'll up the ante, too! Tame Digimon always seem to be stronger than wild ones, and the guy that entered his partner is this tournament is no pushover!"
"There's another human here?" Roan asked, surprised." Who is he? What kinda Digimon does he have?"
"Name's Hyve, and he's gotta Kunemon! Smart bloke, too, he beat the Island's smartest mon in a riddle contest!"
"Kunemon?"
"Hyve."
"Oh."
"Not only that, he's the crowd favorite! He's so popular he's even getting gifts from foreigners, like that weird guy in a black cloak a few days ago-"
"KIMON!" Came a gruff, angered voice, as it's owner came running up to them. It was an Agumon, but it's skin was black.
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Blackagumon: Though the force of that attack reverted me to this Rookie form, I will not relent my search for Kimon! I'll bring him to justice, regain my strength, and continue searching for my purpose......
"What did he give this human?" Blackagumon demanded of the Ultimate.
"Some kinda small box. Said the things inside it were worth more than this island, and that it should be protected at all costs. Said something about Crests, or whatever."
"Crests! Kimon must have found them before we could!" Yugi realized sadly.
"We can still get them back. This Hyve sounds like a nice guy, he'd probably understand." Shayla remarked.
"Nice? The lad's a saint! He saved a hive fulla Pagumon from a bloody Pukumon, for cripes sake!"
"Pukumon is the weakest of Mega Digimon." Renamon whispered, bending to speak in her now-short partner's ear.
"An honorable man suggests an honorable battle." Kotemon said." That, and two of the Master Trainers reside on this land. We should enter the contest, if for nothing else than to improve our skills."
"Yeah! Maybe one of Kunemon's evolved forms could fly us to the others!" Chinchillamon cheered happily.
"Let's go then!" Renamon said eagerly, as they started walking to a large, hive-shaped building in the center of town.
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"Let's see...... left turn at File City... right turn at Mt. Panorama..... I'VE GOT IT! WE'RE LOST!" Demidevimon yelled dramatically over the top of the others' heads.
"I'm going to use him in the next bowling alley I see, I swear." Gatomon purred ominously.
"Not if I do it first. Stupid-accent-stealing-winged-spherical-midget!" Joey jeered.
"But I wanted to cook him!" Flamedramon whined.
"Can we just shut up and try to find Drake?" Lara said, eyes closed and a vein throbbing on her forehead.
"Why should we? He's in the next scene, see the script?" Demidevimon asked, holding the pieces of paper.
HEY!
"Well, he is." Demidevimon said meekly.
Give me the script! *snatches script* And get searching!
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*Chibi Vegeta pushes Alpha back to keyboard*
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Stupid little......... eh-hem!
Datamon was sweating little drops of oil as he carefully moved the mechanical arm in the next room. Though the screen in front of him, seperating him from Drake, was made of a clear form of Chrome Digizoid, he, sadly, was not.
The Dark Spore, shaped like a small, spiky ball, almost seemed to realize the electronic spikes were chipping it into an arrow-like spike, and glowed in ebonic anger. Reminded of his master, and the fury of a lack of results he might face, Datamon made a wind-shield wiper whipe of the black sweat on his bulb as he placed the new sharp, black object into a cannon. He quickly deactivated the arms, which folded up as they ascended back into the ceiling.
"This time it has to work." Datamon quietly prayed." Goddramon, I was programed to have atheistic beliefs, being a machine, but if you let this work, I promise to believe in you, worship you, pull that Daemon poster off my wall, destroy my shrine to him, and vow never to idolize his power again!"
Almost as if in reply, the wiper stopped moving, and a bleeping light on the console illuminated the 500 BITS label.
"Fine, be a Slutmon!" Datamon cursed at the cieling." Daemon has a new errand boy, JERK!"
"Were you programmed to swear like that in the presence of a lady?"
Datamon turned around, frightened it might be Ladydevimon, but let out a rust-like drool at the womon in front of him.
Alluremon was a Champion, and that fact had been the joke of many perverted Digimon who weren't after her. She could be described as a black-clothed Angewomon, without the helmet, sash, gloves, or right legging. Her wings were ruffled in a seductive way, and what was left of the Blackangewomon attire was smaller than the real thing. Her body was like a human's, but had the chameleon-like power to change it's appearance at the owner's will. Today long, brown hair that went to the small of her back, drawing the eyes to her creamy skin. Her yellow eyes shined in a dangerous way, yet her smile was like her name suggested.
"So, any luck with the hotty in there?" Alluremon asked, almost gliding to the panel as the speechless Datamon nodded. He seemed to have forgotten he was immune to organic pheremones.
"I'm a...bb..bb.b.out to insert the sp-p..p.p.p.pore, miss.s.s.s-ss..s.s.-"
His yellow eyes shut off, signaling he had fainted. Alluremon smirked evilly as she kicked the sleeping shell across the room. Smiling at the smoking wreckage, she changed her form.
Her hair was now a deep golden color, her eyes bright orange, her skin tanned. She wore a yellow-orange tanktop with red-denim jeans, and a white leather jacket. In short, she looked almost the exact opposite of Lara.
"Drake....." She whispered, using a falsly sweet tone, but it almost perfectly matched the lilac-haired girl's voice. " There's no need to worry, I'm right here, it's perfectly safe......"
She once more smirked heartlessly as his heart rate dropped slightly lower, calmer. Without waiting, she jammed her fist onto the red button.
The spike made from the Spore shot out of the cannon, impaling Drake's neck, tunneling in.
Then, something happened Alluremon, nor anyone else, had expected. Drake's eyes shot open, their normally dark red tones brightening to that of fresh blood. He screamed, louder than his heart had when Zera attacked Lara, stronger than the pain he felt when he discovered his father's detainment, greater even than the day Lara had been forced off the island.....
... and a golden aura filled the room. The glass shattered, Alluremon shrieked, closing her eyes as the shards and newly torn machinery flew past her.
She opened her flaming eyes, blinking against the sun-bright glow. Drake was standing, no, floating in midair, the golden power strongest around him. His eyes were a bright, shining green, like emeralds filled with fire. He seemed to still be unconscious, yet he was giving off a sense of anger and power like nothing Alluremon had ever seen before.
The youth's scream stopped: His shoulders were bulging, skin ripping from them, replaced by deep, red and gold scales. An entire pair of gargantuan wings erupted from his back.
Alluremon's scream struggled in the filled void of Drake's, weak against the roar of energy." WHAT IN THE DARK AR-"
A flash of light, a blaze of red flames, and Alluremon slipped out of consciousness, herself.
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Megakabuterimon stopped as they entered a small clearing in a forest." There he is, Hyve!"
The boy in the center of the clearing, sitting on a stump, looked to be around 18. He had a dome-shaped, green haircut, and wore a jacket with designs of various insects. He had a sickly-yellow colored D-Navi, and kacki pants.
"He looks familier." Yugi whispered as they approached. Hyve looked up from the large book he was holding with a look of surprise.
"Humans, here?" He said, confused. His voice was very deep. "Are you guys Digidestined?"
"That's what they call us. Are you?" Roan replied.
"Yeah, I am." He said, snapping the book shut and standing up. Though apparantly older, he looked to be no higher than Joey.
"You're Yugi Moto." He said with a look of reverence.
"Yeah, and this is Shayla, Roan, Kotemon, Chinchillamon, BWG-I mean Blackagumon- and Renamon. How did you know my name?" He asked.
Hyve grinned weakly. "Let's just say that back on Earth, your name's a menace with my little brother. Poor little Haga can't stop thinking of ways to get revenge on you!"
"Haga?" Shayla said curiously."I've never heard of a duelist by that name."
"You wouldn't have." Hyve chuckled honestly."He goes by the name Weevil."
"WEEVIL!?" The three humans exclaimed, shocked.
At this noise, a small, worm-like, yellow Digimon fell from a tree, scurrying to Hyve.
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Hyve: KUNEMON may seem small and weak, and, admittedly, he is, but his evolved forms have massive strength! Until he gets an opening, he stalls with his Electric Thread attack.
"Pleased to meet you all." Kunemon said with an English accent, bowing his limbless body."I hope that we can become close aqquantances."
"Hyve, these blokes and lassies wanna enter the competition in three days!" Megakabuterimon said. "They also wanna ask you about that box of trinkets that weird fella gave you."
"Yes, can we please see what's inside the box?" Yugi asked sincerely. "We think that it may be something that actually belongs to us."
"I don't know..." Hyve said carefully, looking at them with suspiscion. "I always keep a promise, and I did promise that guy..."
His eyes widened, and he smiled, as though he had an idea.
"I know a fair way to do this! If one of you beats me at the competition in three days, I'll give you the box!"
"That DOES seem a fair enough method." Kotemon agreed, looking at Yugi. The duelist with the Millenum Puzzle shifted his goggles uncomfortably, knowing he was being revered as a leader again.
"Okay." He said." We'll do it!"
"EXCELLENT!" Megakabuterimon yelled, shocking them." I'll lead you fellas to the Gym, I will! You need ta' train if ya wanna win against this champ!"
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Kimon's normally reserved expression formed a small frown as he looked at his guilty-looking servents. He nodded at a Bakemon, who was carrying the comatose Dracomon, and the ghost fluttered away.
" I leave for half a year..." He breathed dangerously, causing them all to flinch," fifteen short days... I send you the perfect, easy specimen to use, incapable of doing anything against you, and THIS-" He roared angrily, holding up the slagged 500 BITS label." IS ALL THAT REMAINS OF MY FORTRESS!? YOU WORTHLESS MORONS!"
"Sir, please..." Begged the head of Datamon, from the ground." It was an accident, I'm sure! And, and the boy is still alive! I believe he mus have done som-"
"WHAT did I just finish telling you, infidel!?" Kimon snapped, his eyes widening madly," He COULDN'T have done anything! He was asleep, latched down, defenseless in every way, and you're suggesting HE reduced my lair to THIS!?" He finished, brandishing the label again, which caused Datamon to look at the sky, murmering curses.
"Cool down, my lord." Came Alluremon's soothing voice in the back row. Kimon smirked weakly at the Ant-Lara appearance that held the unconscious Drake. The Dragon Duelist's body had several small cuts. It also seemed a small bit more muscular, and it was covered in black soot.
"I think he DID do it. I can't remember it all, but I think the computer showed some change in his DNA. The Dark Spore seems to have evaporated, though."
"Well, we'll just have to-" The dark dragonoid Digimon started, as Drake's eyes suddenly opened.
"Where...... am I? He murmered. Then, his eyes widened fearfully as he said the words that caused most of them to gasp, and Kimon smile in eager, callous, joy.
"WHO am I!?"
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A/N: ..................................................................................................... I can see your looks of surprise/fear, readers. Don't ask me how. Lovely way for me to return from vacation, eh?
FF7 Sephiroth: So, what are these pin-goo-ahns? Some kind of giant monster?
Alpha: *blank look, then* Yeah, yeah, that's it! Go get em!
Sephiroth: *shrugs, unsheaths Masamune, and zooms off*
Cloud: And what happens when he comes back, after decimating the penguin race, and knows you lied?
Alpha: You guys should start collecting the Dragonballs again........
Chibi Vegeta: *groans* Another short chapter. If Alpha's alive tommorrow, he'll try and type longer stuff. *enters fic onto FFN*
"We all need somebody to lean on, but what happens if that somebody's arms are covered in spikes?"- E-100 Alpha.
"We bleed. Very much so."- Psychemon.
All: YAY!
Alpha: But their for fics I haven't started yet.
All: CRAP!
Psychemon: Hello everyone. Yes, I'm one of those red-skinned Gabumons. I'm also Alpha's partner.
Alpha: Isn't he cool?
Matt: If this is some desperate method to prove you hate me, just remember, Season 2 ended with the canon romance being Sorat- AGHHHHHH! *gets eaten by a Devidramon*
Disclaimer: I have just recieved Final Fantasy VII! I HAVE A NEW MUSE!
Cloud: Me?
Alpha: Nope.
Tifa: Me?
Alpha: *drools, but shakes head. * Nope.
Sephiroth: It's me.
Alpha: YES! *notices Kaiba-like design* Not YOU! The one with white hair and Masamune!
Sephiroth: Sorry. Oh, by the way, GJG, thanks for worrying about me. I've just been caught up trying to clean out Seto's widdle mind fwom da taint ob cowwege students on summa bweak.
Seto: I'd kill you, if you weren't in my mind.
FF7 Sephiroth: Is that a threat?
All: *run*
Alpha: YAY! I was wondering when you'd show up! See, Squaresoft has you currently, um, dead, so since you can't kill any HUMANS, I was wondering if you wanted to aid the POF!
Sephiroth: What's in it for me?
Alpha: Slaughtering helpless, fightless creatures.
Sephiroth: Deal.
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The halls of a deeply caverned fortress echoed a sense of fear. The barren wasteland in which the fortress resided was restless, whispering with its chilling wind through the silence.
Three symbols, smashing into each other, continued in a matter throughout every hall. A pill, a floppy disk, and a skull, all fighting one another desperately.
The padding noise of leather on metal sounded throughout a chrome laboratory. and a woman, skin white as death, with gleaming red eyes, black wings, and a black, skimpy outfit, gave an annoyed growl at a small, mechanical creature, which looked like a lightbulb with arms and legs.
"Still no progress, Datamon?" The women asked angrily, her voice a surprising dulcet tone." Lord Kimon cannot wait much longer. The largest group of seperated children have been discovered on the island where ALL of the other crests are being stored! We shouldn't have trusted that other-"
"I'm working the best I can, Mistress Ladydevimon!" Datamon's nerdy voice replied indignantly." But this human's genetic structure is vastly different from anything I've ever seen! The Dark Spore backs away before physical contact, almost as if it had a will of its own!"
"Then shove the stupid seed in his neck, in his stomach, wherever it takes!" She yelled loudly," We already know we can't cantrol his partner without controlling HIM!"
"I don't see why we need to." Datamon sneered quietly." Lord Kimon has all he needs from Dracomon: His secondary techniques, as well as other Digimons', and the ability to learn those attacks!"
"Did you say something about my mate?" The demon cooed dangerously.
"You and every other female he finds attractive," Datamon spat.
"Hmph, the others don't matter." Ladydevimon glared, throwing her white hair back and smiling arrogantly." Everyone knows his feelings are for me!"
Datamon emitted a whirring sound that was strangly like a sigh of disbelief.
Ladydevimon glared again, then turned to the subject in question.
Drake lay unconscious on a metallic board, wires to his arms, legs, and chest. The Virus woman smiled almost appraisingly at his slightly above average build, which, thanks to the scanners, she now knew had more power than it showed.
"Maybe we'll capture you little girlfriend, too. An Empress for the new Emperor....." She chuckled slightly at the thought." It was never revealed if the first Emperor's body matured with a Dark Spore. If that's true, we might not even have to seed little Lara."
She gasped at the sudden beeping. Drake's heart rate was moving slightly faster, his blank expression hardening in his sleep.
"Ah, how sweet!" She grinned cruelly." The winged lizard's a stronger guy than we thought. Or are you just sensing my taunts?"
Drake relaxed, his heart slowing. She frowned.
"Party pooper."
"Maybe you should stick to your mission a bit more." Datamon suggested grumpily." Lord Kimon instructed you to watch over the newly incarnated one. You should go."
"Don't tell me what to do, slave!" She roared fiercly." Watch over this lifeless doll while I'm gone, and inform me of any success!"
She dissapeared in a wave of dark energy.
"Minimum wage for THIS?" Datamon asked his 'guinea pig' blandly." Almost makes me wish I was you, kid."
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"WELCOME!" The large, red, beetle-like Digimon roared at the group, with an annoying Scottish accent." You're in BEETLELAND, the greatest vacation spot of the digital world, and home to all Insects and customers, EVER!"
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Chinchillamon: MEGAKABUTERIMON is pretty enthusiastic, huh? He's supposed to be a bouncer, but the only thing he uses his Horn Buster for is grilling free food! Weird for an Ultimate, isn't it?
"Step right up, place your order, discounts on all free foods for a limited time only!" He bellowed heartily." The tournament's starting in just three days, and competitors need lost of strength!"
"A tournament?" All men present asked. Shayla and Renamon sighed.
"That's right, ladies and gentlemon, the one-and-only Beetleland Tournament, held once a year! You Partner Digimon'll up the ante, too! Tame Digimon always seem to be stronger than wild ones, and the guy that entered his partner is this tournament is no pushover!"
"There's another human here?" Roan asked, surprised." Who is he? What kinda Digimon does he have?"
"Name's Hyve, and he's gotta Kunemon! Smart bloke, too, he beat the Island's smartest mon in a riddle contest!"
"Kunemon?"
"Hyve."
"Oh."
"Not only that, he's the crowd favorite! He's so popular he's even getting gifts from foreigners, like that weird guy in a black cloak a few days ago-"
"KIMON!" Came a gruff, angered voice, as it's owner came running up to them. It was an Agumon, but it's skin was black.
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Blackagumon: Though the force of that attack reverted me to this Rookie form, I will not relent my search for Kimon! I'll bring him to justice, regain my strength, and continue searching for my purpose......
"What did he give this human?" Blackagumon demanded of the Ultimate.
"Some kinda small box. Said the things inside it were worth more than this island, and that it should be protected at all costs. Said something about Crests, or whatever."
"Crests! Kimon must have found them before we could!" Yugi realized sadly.
"We can still get them back. This Hyve sounds like a nice guy, he'd probably understand." Shayla remarked.
"Nice? The lad's a saint! He saved a hive fulla Pagumon from a bloody Pukumon, for cripes sake!"
"Pukumon is the weakest of Mega Digimon." Renamon whispered, bending to speak in her now-short partner's ear.
"An honorable man suggests an honorable battle." Kotemon said." That, and two of the Master Trainers reside on this land. We should enter the contest, if for nothing else than to improve our skills."
"Yeah! Maybe one of Kunemon's evolved forms could fly us to the others!" Chinchillamon cheered happily.
"Let's go then!" Renamon said eagerly, as they started walking to a large, hive-shaped building in the center of town.
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"Let's see...... left turn at File City... right turn at Mt. Panorama..... I'VE GOT IT! WE'RE LOST!" Demidevimon yelled dramatically over the top of the others' heads.
"I'm going to use him in the next bowling alley I see, I swear." Gatomon purred ominously.
"Not if I do it first. Stupid-accent-stealing-winged-spherical-midget!" Joey jeered.
"But I wanted to cook him!" Flamedramon whined.
"Can we just shut up and try to find Drake?" Lara said, eyes closed and a vein throbbing on her forehead.
"Why should we? He's in the next scene, see the script?" Demidevimon asked, holding the pieces of paper.
HEY!
"Well, he is." Demidevimon said meekly.
Give me the script! *snatches script* And get searching!
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*Chibi Vegeta pushes Alpha back to keyboard*
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Stupid little......... eh-hem!
Datamon was sweating little drops of oil as he carefully moved the mechanical arm in the next room. Though the screen in front of him, seperating him from Drake, was made of a clear form of Chrome Digizoid, he, sadly, was not.
The Dark Spore, shaped like a small, spiky ball, almost seemed to realize the electronic spikes were chipping it into an arrow-like spike, and glowed in ebonic anger. Reminded of his master, and the fury of a lack of results he might face, Datamon made a wind-shield wiper whipe of the black sweat on his bulb as he placed the new sharp, black object into a cannon. He quickly deactivated the arms, which folded up as they ascended back into the ceiling.
"This time it has to work." Datamon quietly prayed." Goddramon, I was programed to have atheistic beliefs, being a machine, but if you let this work, I promise to believe in you, worship you, pull that Daemon poster off my wall, destroy my shrine to him, and vow never to idolize his power again!"
Almost as if in reply, the wiper stopped moving, and a bleeping light on the console illuminated the 500 BITS label.
"Fine, be a Slutmon!" Datamon cursed at the cieling." Daemon has a new errand boy, JERK!"
"Were you programmed to swear like that in the presence of a lady?"
Datamon turned around, frightened it might be Ladydevimon, but let out a rust-like drool at the womon in front of him.
Alluremon was a Champion, and that fact had been the joke of many perverted Digimon who weren't after her. She could be described as a black-clothed Angewomon, without the helmet, sash, gloves, or right legging. Her wings were ruffled in a seductive way, and what was left of the Blackangewomon attire was smaller than the real thing. Her body was like a human's, but had the chameleon-like power to change it's appearance at the owner's will. Today long, brown hair that went to the small of her back, drawing the eyes to her creamy skin. Her yellow eyes shined in a dangerous way, yet her smile was like her name suggested.
"So, any luck with the hotty in there?" Alluremon asked, almost gliding to the panel as the speechless Datamon nodded. He seemed to have forgotten he was immune to organic pheremones.
"I'm a...bb..bb.b.out to insert the sp-p..p.p.p.pore, miss.s.s.s-ss..s.s.-"
His yellow eyes shut off, signaling he had fainted. Alluremon smirked evilly as she kicked the sleeping shell across the room. Smiling at the smoking wreckage, she changed her form.
Her hair was now a deep golden color, her eyes bright orange, her skin tanned. She wore a yellow-orange tanktop with red-denim jeans, and a white leather jacket. In short, she looked almost the exact opposite of Lara.
"Drake....." She whispered, using a falsly sweet tone, but it almost perfectly matched the lilac-haired girl's voice. " There's no need to worry, I'm right here, it's perfectly safe......"
She once more smirked heartlessly as his heart rate dropped slightly lower, calmer. Without waiting, she jammed her fist onto the red button.
The spike made from the Spore shot out of the cannon, impaling Drake's neck, tunneling in.
Then, something happened Alluremon, nor anyone else, had expected. Drake's eyes shot open, their normally dark red tones brightening to that of fresh blood. He screamed, louder than his heart had when Zera attacked Lara, stronger than the pain he felt when he discovered his father's detainment, greater even than the day Lara had been forced off the island.....
... and a golden aura filled the room. The glass shattered, Alluremon shrieked, closing her eyes as the shards and newly torn machinery flew past her.
She opened her flaming eyes, blinking against the sun-bright glow. Drake was standing, no, floating in midair, the golden power strongest around him. His eyes were a bright, shining green, like emeralds filled with fire. He seemed to still be unconscious, yet he was giving off a sense of anger and power like nothing Alluremon had ever seen before.
The youth's scream stopped: His shoulders were bulging, skin ripping from them, replaced by deep, red and gold scales. An entire pair of gargantuan wings erupted from his back.
Alluremon's scream struggled in the filled void of Drake's, weak against the roar of energy." WHAT IN THE DARK AR-"
A flash of light, a blaze of red flames, and Alluremon slipped out of consciousness, herself.
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Megakabuterimon stopped as they entered a small clearing in a forest." There he is, Hyve!"
The boy in the center of the clearing, sitting on a stump, looked to be around 18. He had a dome-shaped, green haircut, and wore a jacket with designs of various insects. He had a sickly-yellow colored D-Navi, and kacki pants.
"He looks familier." Yugi whispered as they approached. Hyve looked up from the large book he was holding with a look of surprise.
"Humans, here?" He said, confused. His voice was very deep. "Are you guys Digidestined?"
"That's what they call us. Are you?" Roan replied.
"Yeah, I am." He said, snapping the book shut and standing up. Though apparantly older, he looked to be no higher than Joey.
"You're Yugi Moto." He said with a look of reverence.
"Yeah, and this is Shayla, Roan, Kotemon, Chinchillamon, BWG-I mean Blackagumon- and Renamon. How did you know my name?" He asked.
Hyve grinned weakly. "Let's just say that back on Earth, your name's a menace with my little brother. Poor little Haga can't stop thinking of ways to get revenge on you!"
"Haga?" Shayla said curiously."I've never heard of a duelist by that name."
"You wouldn't have." Hyve chuckled honestly."He goes by the name Weevil."
"WEEVIL!?" The three humans exclaimed, shocked.
At this noise, a small, worm-like, yellow Digimon fell from a tree, scurrying to Hyve.
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Hyve: KUNEMON may seem small and weak, and, admittedly, he is, but his evolved forms have massive strength! Until he gets an opening, he stalls with his Electric Thread attack.
"Pleased to meet you all." Kunemon said with an English accent, bowing his limbless body."I hope that we can become close aqquantances."
"Hyve, these blokes and lassies wanna enter the competition in three days!" Megakabuterimon said. "They also wanna ask you about that box of trinkets that weird fella gave you."
"Yes, can we please see what's inside the box?" Yugi asked sincerely. "We think that it may be something that actually belongs to us."
"I don't know..." Hyve said carefully, looking at them with suspiscion. "I always keep a promise, and I did promise that guy..."
His eyes widened, and he smiled, as though he had an idea.
"I know a fair way to do this! If one of you beats me at the competition in three days, I'll give you the box!"
"That DOES seem a fair enough method." Kotemon agreed, looking at Yugi. The duelist with the Millenum Puzzle shifted his goggles uncomfortably, knowing he was being revered as a leader again.
"Okay." He said." We'll do it!"
"EXCELLENT!" Megakabuterimon yelled, shocking them." I'll lead you fellas to the Gym, I will! You need ta' train if ya wanna win against this champ!"
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Kimon's normally reserved expression formed a small frown as he looked at his guilty-looking servents. He nodded at a Bakemon, who was carrying the comatose Dracomon, and the ghost fluttered away.
" I leave for half a year..." He breathed dangerously, causing them all to flinch," fifteen short days... I send you the perfect, easy specimen to use, incapable of doing anything against you, and THIS-" He roared angrily, holding up the slagged 500 BITS label." IS ALL THAT REMAINS OF MY FORTRESS!? YOU WORTHLESS MORONS!"
"Sir, please..." Begged the head of Datamon, from the ground." It was an accident, I'm sure! And, and the boy is still alive! I believe he mus have done som-"
"WHAT did I just finish telling you, infidel!?" Kimon snapped, his eyes widening madly," He COULDN'T have done anything! He was asleep, latched down, defenseless in every way, and you're suggesting HE reduced my lair to THIS!?" He finished, brandishing the label again, which caused Datamon to look at the sky, murmering curses.
"Cool down, my lord." Came Alluremon's soothing voice in the back row. Kimon smirked weakly at the Ant-Lara appearance that held the unconscious Drake. The Dragon Duelist's body had several small cuts. It also seemed a small bit more muscular, and it was covered in black soot.
"I think he DID do it. I can't remember it all, but I think the computer showed some change in his DNA. The Dark Spore seems to have evaporated, though."
"Well, we'll just have to-" The dark dragonoid Digimon started, as Drake's eyes suddenly opened.
"Where...... am I? He murmered. Then, his eyes widened fearfully as he said the words that caused most of them to gasp, and Kimon smile in eager, callous, joy.
"WHO am I!?"
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A/N: ..................................................................................................... I can see your looks of surprise/fear, readers. Don't ask me how. Lovely way for me to return from vacation, eh?
FF7 Sephiroth: So, what are these pin-goo-ahns? Some kind of giant monster?
Alpha: *blank look, then* Yeah, yeah, that's it! Go get em!
Sephiroth: *shrugs, unsheaths Masamune, and zooms off*
Cloud: And what happens when he comes back, after decimating the penguin race, and knows you lied?
Alpha: You guys should start collecting the Dragonballs again........
Chibi Vegeta: *groans* Another short chapter. If Alpha's alive tommorrow, he'll try and type longer stuff. *enters fic onto FFN*
"We all need somebody to lean on, but what happens if that somebody's arms are covered in spikes?"- E-100 Alpha.
"We bleed. Very much so."- Psychemon.