A/N: FFVII is positively the best game I have EVER played. That aside, I need to update.
Disclaimer: I'm typing to you from Other World because the Dragonballs haven't been collected yet, and Sephiroth found out about the penguins. Other than that, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Digimon, Shayla, Chinchillamon, or very much anythig else except for this fic and it's original characters. And the Crests, those are important, and original.
???? #7: Hey. nice place you have here.
Alpha: *pales, then moans* It can't be... not the Knights of the Round!
KotR #12: Considering all the times you've summoned us, we think we deserve at least free lodgings in this place!
Alpha: ALL OF YOU ARE LARGER THAN KAIBA'S EGO, YOU CAN'T STAY HERE!
KotR #2: *waves weapon threateningly* You wanna bet on that?
KotR #13: Everyone, SILENT! We are purvaers of justice, we can't slaughter an echidna because he won't give us a home!
KotR #9: Boss, he was the one who made the camera angles in every 3D Sonic game.
KotR #13: WHAT!? *unsheaths sword* We've been searching for you forever, fiend! TASTE OUR PURE VENGEANCE! ULTIMATE END!
Alpha: BUT I'M ALREADY DEA-
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The night sky was littered with unnaturally aligned, digital stars, as Lara's group waited to land, uncomfortably riding atop thousands of bats.
"Only six hours left until daylight." Myotismon warned in his monotone refrain." I will have to de-digivolve then, and the search will get much harder."
"Great." Gatomon moaned in a drawn-out voice." I get to carry my tail instead of it resting inches away from hundreds of likely venemous fangs."
"You'd rather walk, then?" Myotismon asked coldly. Gatomon felt the bats under her thinning.
"I'd land on my feet, Dracumon." Gatomon taunted.
"Maybe we should test-"
"What's that?" Joey asked abruptly, pointing toward a small streak of red on the horizen.
"Might be a Starmon out for a midnight flight, but I doubt it." Flamedramon replied, narrowing his eyes for a better look." I do, however, smell a dragon Digimon. Most likely Rookie, with-"
"FOLLOW THAT LIGHT!" Gatomon exclaimed." IT'S DRACOMON!"
"Then that means... it's have to be Drake, too!" Lara almost squeeled.
"All units, right face and fly." The vampire ordered. With a stomach-clenching swerve, the winged rodents zoomed ahead.
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Kimon's fierce anger subsided slightly with the pleasure of the guard's loaded data. He reminded himself, next time, to wake the guard up so he'd experience the fear.
"That... was a brilliant and unexpected action, Drake." He said to the empty room as he passed it." And not only that, but you have the smartest mon on my side now in your ranks, as well as the location of the Crests. This will prove interesting."
"Lord Kimon." Came a deep, yet humble voice, along with a swishing sound.
The black dragon didn't even turn around to face the bird-like, humanoid Digimon behind him. "Karatenmon, excellent timing. Our unknowing resource in Beetleland must be eliminated, before he hands the Crests to the Digidestined."
"As you command." The warrior replied, bowing.
"Also, take this." Kimon added, reaching his into his robes before throwing something toward the martial artist Digimon.
Karatenmon's hawk-like eyes scanned over the small tab in his hand. It felt thick and light, made of some kind of ston, probably. It was a pure white color, except for the golden, ring-shaped circle in the middle. His eyes widened in recognition, and a caw-like gasp escaped him.
"This cannot be... can it?" He asked his master.
SHLIT!
Karatenmon was silent as dragon statue aside from him lost it's head, and the Invincible-toting claw had it's fingers lightly pressed against his neck.
"You let your guard down, fool. Be glad I am showing mercy." Kimon whispered humorably." And yes, the Crest you hold is what I could have just ended. The strongest Crest of all, the one destined to fall into that spiky-headed fool's Digivice! Had he kept his charade up another hour, he would have recieved it from me! Use it's power to crush them, first. I have all I need from Draco, and, unbeknownst to him, I've stolen all of his secondary attacks, as well as other Digimons' attacks."
"I... see..." Karatenmon said slowly, gazing at the miniscule slab in his hand.
With another swishing sound, the assassin was gone. Kimon let his Invincible claw fall gently to his side.
"Soon that brat will be dead. However, I wonder..."
The Virus pulled his hood back over his dragonish face as he strode through the caverns of his makeshift replacement of a fortress.
"Datamon said something about that human's DNA to blame for it... what could that possibly mean?"
Musing over the situation, he swept back into the shadows of his lair.
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Shayla felt a nervous wave flow over her as she slept. Judging by her lack of sight in this dream, the heat she felt all around her, and the indecent apparal she felt on her body, she deduced she was having another flashback dream.
{So much for hoping they were over with.} She mentally sighed as her past life's self was lead through several passages of a place with hard, hot stone floors, torturing her bare feet.
During the adventure in the Shadow Realm, she had learned from Shadi, protector of the Millenium Items, that since her Millenium Scales had no ancient spirit locked withing them, she was reliving her ancestor's strongest memories.
{But I don't even HAVE my Scales here in the digital world!} She moaned inwardly. This was the first dream since she entered the world of data that she experienced.
The person gripping her by the wrist stopped abruptly, and Shayla heard him knocking on a stone door.
"What is it?" Came Kaiba's familier voice, agitated.
"A gift, High Mage." Her guide's voice replied. He seemed angry, almost disgusted." Another one the Phaoroah turned down."
Shayla heard the stone being shifted aside, and immediately felt what she was sure were cold blue eyes scanning her over.
After a few seconds, she gave a grunt of surprise and indignition through the gag over her mouth as she felt his hand raising her head by the chin.
"Open your eyes." The Kaiba-like person ordered. She felt chills down her back for some reason; Though clearly meant to be a demand, the voice had an oddly soothing tone to it.
Obeying, she felt a surge of satisfaction at the gasp she heard, and felt his hand leave her chin immediately. She closed her eyes again, hiding the milky film covering the deep brown color.
Another few seconds passed, before Kaiba's arrogant voice whispered," At least I don't have to make up a reason... Set her free." He said loudly this time." I have no need for a slave who can't see what she's doing."
"I would do so, gladly, Sephiroth," The other one said, letting go of her wrist, which she rubbed gingerly," if I wasn't worried about her safety. As you've most likely seen, she may attract... unhonorable individuals. And her lack of sight-"
"I see nothing worth paying attention to, so she has no disadvantage." The High Mage said, in a HIGHLY hinting tone.
Anger rose within the young girl at this remark. She was smart enough to know the reason she had been captured, and hearing this man make worthless the agony and humiliation she had felt, and still felt, was too insultive to describe.
"I see. Then you don't care that she could easily be-"
"If there are beings that desperate, yes. But I highly doubt her maidenhood has anything to worry about."
Muffled outbursts of rage caught his attention, and Shayla angrily knew he was smirking.
"What is it? Think I'm wrong? Listen to those who can see: You have as much of a chance to turn someone's eye as you can see them do it."
Shayla woke up at that moment to realize she was strangling one of her hammock's ropes.
"Now I know where Kaiba gets his attitude." She whispered darkly. She went back to sleep, not seeing a lightly pink tinge on her cheeks.
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"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE? THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEE'S SOOOOOOOOOMEOOOOOOONEEEEEEE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNG UUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!" Datamon yelled.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIS IIIIIIIIIIIIT?"
"A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT OOOOOOOOOOF BAAAAAAAAAAAATSSSSS AAAAAAAAND A FEEEEEEW HUUUUUUMANNNNNNNNNS. ONNNNNNNNNNNE OOOOOOOOOF THEEEEEEEEEM'S WEEEEEEEEEARRRRRRRRING OOOOOOOOOOOOONLY BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WHIIIIIIIIIIIITE-"
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! IIIIIIIIT"S THEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEEEERS!"
Datamon slammed down on the brakes, and with a fierce lurch and huge intake of breath on all three within, the ship stopped.
"Never again..." Drake murmered weakly." I'm not flying on that thing ever again."
"If I could move my arms, I'd Claw you, bulbhead." Dracomon queasily said.
Still hovering in mid-air, Drake had barely got his stomach to stop moving before-
"DRAKE!" came Lara' exclamation as she nearly tackled him, grabbing him ino a strong embrace.
"Oh thank God, we heard you were a test-how did you-are you okay?" She weeped into his shoulder, shocking him.
"Yeah, Lara, I'm fine." Drake mumbled akwardly, coping with the added weight of the girl hugging him, changing his balance in the hovering ship. "Are you guys okay?"
"Pretty much, though, as you can see, your girlfriend's been a bit obsessed with finding you. We were lucky to get three words out of her." Kaiba noted.
"Are you alright, Dracomon?" Gatomon asked quietly.
"Yes, except for a little air sickness." Dracomon answered, grinning.
"Good." THWACK! "OW!" "YOU IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU PUT US THROUGH ALL THIS!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE'VE BEEN EXCEPT FOR KAIBA, OR HOW HARD EVERYONE EXCEPT KAIBA HAD TO TRY AND COMFORT LARA!?"
"She's being very complimentary of you, isn't she?" Myotismon asked his partner in quiet tones.
"Yeah, pretty soon I'll be praised for not helping with the campfires." Seto nodded.
{Why can't we bite the loud one?} one bat complained to the one beside him.
{Master said not to.}
{Master never gets out during the day, he wouldn't know to!}
{I can hear you not, you know.} Myotismon sent to his servents. {Bat # 3029, no blood for you until the next time I digivolve to this form.}
{Awwww, but Master...}
"Sorry..." Lara said, sniffing, looking up to her boyfriend's face." I guess I just... wait, what happened to your eyes?"
Startled at this odd question, everyone else [including the bats, who were clueless but bored] turned to the Dragon Duelist, staring bewilderedly.
"What? What about them?" Drake asked, looking around at them all.
Datamon pulled a hankerchief from a compartment under the dashboard, and rubbed his lightbulb very quickly." Look for yourself." He offered, bending back for his bulb to act as a mirror.
Looking into the glass, the culprit eyes widened in shock." They're green! What the?!"
Indeed, his eyes were now a deep, dark green, contrasting Lara's sharp, bright, emerald eyes. He turned to face them again, thinking.
{Could this have something to do with that Spore thingy? I still can't remember anything about it..... maybe Gennai'll know, later. Wait, rephrase that: Maybe Gennai'll know and TELL me, later.}
"I have no idea how this happened... but you have to admit, it's kinda cool." Drake said, looking into the bulb again." Plus, something about them seems...... familier..."
He noticed that Lara was blushing slightly. "What's the matter?"
"Well, it's just," she whispered, pinkening further and bending closer, so no one else would hear," it makes you look a lot more... mysterious."
"Really?" Drake asked, tilting his head in disbelief." How can eyes make someone more mysterious?"
"Your dad's did."
"Yeah, but...... point taken." Drake said, scratching his head." It must run in the family."
"In that case, at least there will be no descendants to ponder the same thing!" Came a loud, deep voice. One of Datamon's eyes bleeped.
"Everyone off the ship!" He said, usuing his Ultimate strength to pull Gatomon, Drake, Lara, and Dracomon onto the bats.
Immediately, a purple slash cut through the ship, several times. As the card-sized bits fell to the ground, their attacker was revealed from behind were the debris had been.
He was tall, and would match Myotismon's height if not for the cloak's neck. Two large, feathery wings added to the bird-like image starting with his yellow beak. He dressed in that of a purple samurai's gi, and held two katanas, one in each arm. His feet were talons, as well, and his yellow eyes stared at them, shining in the moonlight.
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Datamon: Karatenmon is, sadly, the Master Trainer of Darkness. He used to serve only good, despite this, but during an arcane training mission, the negative side of Darkness overpowered the already struggling good, and his heart became as black as his wings. His level is unknown, though he can take out Champions without ever using his attack, the dark Feather Flare.
"Datamon." Karatenmon nodded scornfully." I'll deal with you later, treacherous tinhead."
His topaz eyes sent a chill up Dracomon's spine as they stared into his sapphire ones.
"I wish to give you a chance to defend yourselves. Dracomon! Accept my one-on-one challenge, a fight to the death, and no matter the outcome, I will let your friends go. Deny, and die before you finish saying 'No'."
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A/N: There's a cliffhanger if I ever wrote one. By the way, can anyone guess Drake's Crest? Just one of the many reasons you should review!
KotR #8: It's the 14th, we're the other 13.
KoTR #2: We may be pervaers of justice, but we like cash, too.
FF7 Sephiroth: *grumbles* Stupid god-powered summon spell.
Alpha: Alright, reviewers! Now's your chance for a little choice in the change!
FF7 Sephiroth: Although this absurd animal chose his own OC to continue his fanfictions in a few months, as he leaves for his own journey. Strangly, I've grown slightly fond of these stories, and have my own ideas for them. SO...
Alpha: So, we'll let the readers decide, rather than I get my furry butt slashed six hundred and sixty-six ways to doomsday.
Lance: I'm back! *waves to cheering fans* And here as the contest liason! If you want Drake to take over Alpha's fics pretty soon, send us the password in your reviews. True fans of Alpha's stories will know what I mean. If you want the most powerful SOLDIER member ever to continue Alpha's stuff, post the name of his REAL mother to vote.
Drake: All votes will be tallied apon Alpha's chosen time of departure, currently secret. Please vote for me.
Alpha: Wait, Drake, save it for the debate chapter I'm putting in a few more weeks.
Sephiroth: Vote early, and vote every chapter. *brandishes Masamune* I don't think I have to tell you who for...
"Give a man a match, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he's warm the rest of his life." -Unknown.
Disclaimer: I'm typing to you from Other World because the Dragonballs haven't been collected yet, and Sephiroth found out about the penguins. Other than that, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Digimon, Shayla, Chinchillamon, or very much anythig else except for this fic and it's original characters. And the Crests, those are important, and original.
???? #7: Hey. nice place you have here.
Alpha: *pales, then moans* It can't be... not the Knights of the Round!
KotR #12: Considering all the times you've summoned us, we think we deserve at least free lodgings in this place!
Alpha: ALL OF YOU ARE LARGER THAN KAIBA'S EGO, YOU CAN'T STAY HERE!
KotR #2: *waves weapon threateningly* You wanna bet on that?
KotR #13: Everyone, SILENT! We are purvaers of justice, we can't slaughter an echidna because he won't give us a home!
KotR #9: Boss, he was the one who made the camera angles in every 3D Sonic game.
KotR #13: WHAT!? *unsheaths sword* We've been searching for you forever, fiend! TASTE OUR PURE VENGEANCE! ULTIMATE END!
Alpha: BUT I'M ALREADY DEA-
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The night sky was littered with unnaturally aligned, digital stars, as Lara's group waited to land, uncomfortably riding atop thousands of bats.
"Only six hours left until daylight." Myotismon warned in his monotone refrain." I will have to de-digivolve then, and the search will get much harder."
"Great." Gatomon moaned in a drawn-out voice." I get to carry my tail instead of it resting inches away from hundreds of likely venemous fangs."
"You'd rather walk, then?" Myotismon asked coldly. Gatomon felt the bats under her thinning.
"I'd land on my feet, Dracumon." Gatomon taunted.
"Maybe we should test-"
"What's that?" Joey asked abruptly, pointing toward a small streak of red on the horizen.
"Might be a Starmon out for a midnight flight, but I doubt it." Flamedramon replied, narrowing his eyes for a better look." I do, however, smell a dragon Digimon. Most likely Rookie, with-"
"FOLLOW THAT LIGHT!" Gatomon exclaimed." IT'S DRACOMON!"
"Then that means... it's have to be Drake, too!" Lara almost squeeled.
"All units, right face and fly." The vampire ordered. With a stomach-clenching swerve, the winged rodents zoomed ahead.
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Kimon's fierce anger subsided slightly with the pleasure of the guard's loaded data. He reminded himself, next time, to wake the guard up so he'd experience the fear.
"That... was a brilliant and unexpected action, Drake." He said to the empty room as he passed it." And not only that, but you have the smartest mon on my side now in your ranks, as well as the location of the Crests. This will prove interesting."
"Lord Kimon." Came a deep, yet humble voice, along with a swishing sound.
The black dragon didn't even turn around to face the bird-like, humanoid Digimon behind him. "Karatenmon, excellent timing. Our unknowing resource in Beetleland must be eliminated, before he hands the Crests to the Digidestined."
"As you command." The warrior replied, bowing.
"Also, take this." Kimon added, reaching his into his robes before throwing something toward the martial artist Digimon.
Karatenmon's hawk-like eyes scanned over the small tab in his hand. It felt thick and light, made of some kind of ston, probably. It was a pure white color, except for the golden, ring-shaped circle in the middle. His eyes widened in recognition, and a caw-like gasp escaped him.
"This cannot be... can it?" He asked his master.
SHLIT!
Karatenmon was silent as dragon statue aside from him lost it's head, and the Invincible-toting claw had it's fingers lightly pressed against his neck.
"You let your guard down, fool. Be glad I am showing mercy." Kimon whispered humorably." And yes, the Crest you hold is what I could have just ended. The strongest Crest of all, the one destined to fall into that spiky-headed fool's Digivice! Had he kept his charade up another hour, he would have recieved it from me! Use it's power to crush them, first. I have all I need from Draco, and, unbeknownst to him, I've stolen all of his secondary attacks, as well as other Digimons' attacks."
"I... see..." Karatenmon said slowly, gazing at the miniscule slab in his hand.
With another swishing sound, the assassin was gone. Kimon let his Invincible claw fall gently to his side.
"Soon that brat will be dead. However, I wonder..."
The Virus pulled his hood back over his dragonish face as he strode through the caverns of his makeshift replacement of a fortress.
"Datamon said something about that human's DNA to blame for it... what could that possibly mean?"
Musing over the situation, he swept back into the shadows of his lair.
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Shayla felt a nervous wave flow over her as she slept. Judging by her lack of sight in this dream, the heat she felt all around her, and the indecent apparal she felt on her body, she deduced she was having another flashback dream.
{So much for hoping they were over with.} She mentally sighed as her past life's self was lead through several passages of a place with hard, hot stone floors, torturing her bare feet.
During the adventure in the Shadow Realm, she had learned from Shadi, protector of the Millenium Items, that since her Millenium Scales had no ancient spirit locked withing them, she was reliving her ancestor's strongest memories.
{But I don't even HAVE my Scales here in the digital world!} She moaned inwardly. This was the first dream since she entered the world of data that she experienced.
The person gripping her by the wrist stopped abruptly, and Shayla heard him knocking on a stone door.
"What is it?" Came Kaiba's familier voice, agitated.
"A gift, High Mage." Her guide's voice replied. He seemed angry, almost disgusted." Another one the Phaoroah turned down."
Shayla heard the stone being shifted aside, and immediately felt what she was sure were cold blue eyes scanning her over.
After a few seconds, she gave a grunt of surprise and indignition through the gag over her mouth as she felt his hand raising her head by the chin.
"Open your eyes." The Kaiba-like person ordered. She felt chills down her back for some reason; Though clearly meant to be a demand, the voice had an oddly soothing tone to it.
Obeying, she felt a surge of satisfaction at the gasp she heard, and felt his hand leave her chin immediately. She closed her eyes again, hiding the milky film covering the deep brown color.
Another few seconds passed, before Kaiba's arrogant voice whispered," At least I don't have to make up a reason... Set her free." He said loudly this time." I have no need for a slave who can't see what she's doing."
"I would do so, gladly, Sephiroth," The other one said, letting go of her wrist, which she rubbed gingerly," if I wasn't worried about her safety. As you've most likely seen, she may attract... unhonorable individuals. And her lack of sight-"
"I see nothing worth paying attention to, so she has no disadvantage." The High Mage said, in a HIGHLY hinting tone.
Anger rose within the young girl at this remark. She was smart enough to know the reason she had been captured, and hearing this man make worthless the agony and humiliation she had felt, and still felt, was too insultive to describe.
"I see. Then you don't care that she could easily be-"
"If there are beings that desperate, yes. But I highly doubt her maidenhood has anything to worry about."
Muffled outbursts of rage caught his attention, and Shayla angrily knew he was smirking.
"What is it? Think I'm wrong? Listen to those who can see: You have as much of a chance to turn someone's eye as you can see them do it."
Shayla woke up at that moment to realize she was strangling one of her hammock's ropes.
"Now I know where Kaiba gets his attitude." She whispered darkly. She went back to sleep, not seeing a lightly pink tinge on her cheeks.
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"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE? THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEE'S SOOOOOOOOOMEOOOOOOONEEEEEEE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNG UUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!" Datamon yelled.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIS IIIIIIIIIIIIT?"
"A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT OOOOOOOOOOF BAAAAAAAAAAAATSSSSS AAAAAAAAND A FEEEEEEW HUUUUUUMANNNNNNNNNS. ONNNNNNNNNNNE OOOOOOOOOF THEEEEEEEEEM'S WEEEEEEEEEARRRRRRRRING OOOOOOOOOOOOONLY BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WHIIIIIIIIIIIITE-"
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! IIIIIIIIT"S THEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEEEERS!"
Datamon slammed down on the brakes, and with a fierce lurch and huge intake of breath on all three within, the ship stopped.
"Never again..." Drake murmered weakly." I'm not flying on that thing ever again."
"If I could move my arms, I'd Claw you, bulbhead." Dracomon queasily said.
Still hovering in mid-air, Drake had barely got his stomach to stop moving before-
"DRAKE!" came Lara' exclamation as she nearly tackled him, grabbing him ino a strong embrace.
"Oh thank God, we heard you were a test-how did you-are you okay?" She weeped into his shoulder, shocking him.
"Yeah, Lara, I'm fine." Drake mumbled akwardly, coping with the added weight of the girl hugging him, changing his balance in the hovering ship. "Are you guys okay?"
"Pretty much, though, as you can see, your girlfriend's been a bit obsessed with finding you. We were lucky to get three words out of her." Kaiba noted.
"Are you alright, Dracomon?" Gatomon asked quietly.
"Yes, except for a little air sickness." Dracomon answered, grinning.
"Good." THWACK! "OW!" "YOU IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU PUT US THROUGH ALL THIS!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE'VE BEEN EXCEPT FOR KAIBA, OR HOW HARD EVERYONE EXCEPT KAIBA HAD TO TRY AND COMFORT LARA!?"
"She's being very complimentary of you, isn't she?" Myotismon asked his partner in quiet tones.
"Yeah, pretty soon I'll be praised for not helping with the campfires." Seto nodded.
{Why can't we bite the loud one?} one bat complained to the one beside him.
{Master said not to.}
{Master never gets out during the day, he wouldn't know to!}
{I can hear you not, you know.} Myotismon sent to his servents. {Bat # 3029, no blood for you until the next time I digivolve to this form.}
{Awwww, but Master...}
"Sorry..." Lara said, sniffing, looking up to her boyfriend's face." I guess I just... wait, what happened to your eyes?"
Startled at this odd question, everyone else [including the bats, who were clueless but bored] turned to the Dragon Duelist, staring bewilderedly.
"What? What about them?" Drake asked, looking around at them all.
Datamon pulled a hankerchief from a compartment under the dashboard, and rubbed his lightbulb very quickly." Look for yourself." He offered, bending back for his bulb to act as a mirror.
Looking into the glass, the culprit eyes widened in shock." They're green! What the?!"
Indeed, his eyes were now a deep, dark green, contrasting Lara's sharp, bright, emerald eyes. He turned to face them again, thinking.
{Could this have something to do with that Spore thingy? I still can't remember anything about it..... maybe Gennai'll know, later. Wait, rephrase that: Maybe Gennai'll know and TELL me, later.}
"I have no idea how this happened... but you have to admit, it's kinda cool." Drake said, looking into the bulb again." Plus, something about them seems...... familier..."
He noticed that Lara was blushing slightly. "What's the matter?"
"Well, it's just," she whispered, pinkening further and bending closer, so no one else would hear," it makes you look a lot more... mysterious."
"Really?" Drake asked, tilting his head in disbelief." How can eyes make someone more mysterious?"
"Your dad's did."
"Yeah, but...... point taken." Drake said, scratching his head." It must run in the family."
"In that case, at least there will be no descendants to ponder the same thing!" Came a loud, deep voice. One of Datamon's eyes bleeped.
"Everyone off the ship!" He said, usuing his Ultimate strength to pull Gatomon, Drake, Lara, and Dracomon onto the bats.
Immediately, a purple slash cut through the ship, several times. As the card-sized bits fell to the ground, their attacker was revealed from behind were the debris had been.
He was tall, and would match Myotismon's height if not for the cloak's neck. Two large, feathery wings added to the bird-like image starting with his yellow beak. He dressed in that of a purple samurai's gi, and held two katanas, one in each arm. His feet were talons, as well, and his yellow eyes stared at them, shining in the moonlight.
D-Navi Analyzer Bio.
Datamon: Karatenmon is, sadly, the Master Trainer of Darkness. He used to serve only good, despite this, but during an arcane training mission, the negative side of Darkness overpowered the already struggling good, and his heart became as black as his wings. His level is unknown, though he can take out Champions without ever using his attack, the dark Feather Flare.
"Datamon." Karatenmon nodded scornfully." I'll deal with you later, treacherous tinhead."
His topaz eyes sent a chill up Dracomon's spine as they stared into his sapphire ones.
"I wish to give you a chance to defend yourselves. Dracomon! Accept my one-on-one challenge, a fight to the death, and no matter the outcome, I will let your friends go. Deny, and die before you finish saying 'No'."
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A/N: There's a cliffhanger if I ever wrote one. By the way, can anyone guess Drake's Crest? Just one of the many reasons you should review!
KotR #8: It's the 14th, we're the other 13.
KoTR #2: We may be pervaers of justice, but we like cash, too.
FF7 Sephiroth: *grumbles* Stupid god-powered summon spell.
Alpha: Alright, reviewers! Now's your chance for a little choice in the change!
FF7 Sephiroth: Although this absurd animal chose his own OC to continue his fanfictions in a few months, as he leaves for his own journey. Strangly, I've grown slightly fond of these stories, and have my own ideas for them. SO...
Alpha: So, we'll let the readers decide, rather than I get my furry butt slashed six hundred and sixty-six ways to doomsday.
Lance: I'm back! *waves to cheering fans* And here as the contest liason! If you want Drake to take over Alpha's fics pretty soon, send us the password in your reviews. True fans of Alpha's stories will know what I mean. If you want the most powerful SOLDIER member ever to continue Alpha's stuff, post the name of his REAL mother to vote.
Drake: All votes will be tallied apon Alpha's chosen time of departure, currently secret. Please vote for me.
Alpha: Wait, Drake, save it for the debate chapter I'm putting in a few more weeks.
Sephiroth: Vote early, and vote every chapter. *brandishes Masamune* I don't think I have to tell you who for...
"Give a man a match, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he's warm the rest of his life." -Unknown.