D/N: Drake here! This is currently my chane to prove I can be a good fic author. However, contrary to what Alpha says, I'm not that humorous. My real specialty? STORYLINE.
Lara: Let's see.... Alpha's script ends halfway through the fic cause he's out of ideas... since he's getting the debate ready, maybe we should help speed things along, just in case? *grins*
Drake: *grins back* Great idea, Lara! Okay, who's got the diclaimer?
Disclaimer: READER NO BAKA! DRAKE DON'T OWN ANYTHING SIDES ME! I OWN DRAKE!
Drake: *reddens deeply* Lara, maybe you should let the real disclaimer do it's job.
Lara: Awwwwwwwwwwwww! *throws away loudspeaker*
Disclaimer: Bloody clones. Drake doesn't own Digimon or Yugioh, although he DOES own a new Digimon that makes its first semi-appearance in this chapter. Alpha owns Drake, all the other OCs, and all the other original Digimon, except for Shayla and Chinchillamon, owned by Gema J. Gall.
Drake: Nice. Sorry Lara, but I'll make it up to you.
Lara: *grins again* How?
Drake: Vacation fic, if I get elected.
All OCS: VOTE DRAKE! VOTE DRAKE!
Roan: Whoa, Drake, that's probably the most convincing political promise I've ever heard!
Drake: B.b.b.b.but I meant just Lara and me-
All: VOTE DRAKE! GET VACATION! VOTE DRA-
Sephiroth: *appears*
All: *instantly shut up*
Sephiroth: So, is the chapter going to start, yet?
Drake: *glares in a rivalish way* You bet.
Chibi Vegeta: DRAKE SAYS YOU CAN GO BLEACH YOUR ROOTS, SEPHY!
Sephiroth: *eyes narrow*
Drake: *pales*
Chibi Vegeta: *grins, enters chapter onto FFN*
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The darkness in the vast cave was only broken by the small ray of light at the entrance, miles away from where Kimon kneeled.
"I trust you've kept things going well." A voice said in the shadows, blocked from the small light by the dragon's form. His voice was that of a teenager's, probably no older than Drake or Joey, but it had a dominative, almost callous ring in it.
"Indeed, master." Kimon said, with an annoyed emphasis on 'master'. "We have wasted no time in continuing your father's original plan. Our only setback, besides the destruction of my base-"
"In that case, the only REAL setback." The figure said, in a clearly insultive tone. Kimon sneered.
"-is that the one known as Drake was somehow able to-"
"Repel Milleniummon's Spore? I knew it." The dark one said in a cheerful way. "That means he's finally awoken."
Kimon didn't state his confusion in that sentence." What of Odjnmon, my lord? How will we deal with this new nuisance?"
A gray-skinned hand, fingers spiked like the edges of a claw, extended from the shadows, and dropped a small, putrid green tab. On it was a silver circle shape, only near the end it was cut off, incomplete.
"The Crest of Death. Currently, despite your power, you are still only a Champion. Although I don't have much hope for your possibilities, I suspect an Ultimate version of yourself will at least tire Odjmon out a bit."
"I will DESTROY him!" Kimon shouted indignantly, rising furiously off the ground.
"Sit down." The figure demanded, clenching his hand. Kimon suddenly smashed face first onto the cave floor.
Wincing with the pain, he opened his eyes to see a humanoid grin cruelly looking down on him.
"Don't fail me this time. I might just use you as the next test subject, if you do."
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"Is something wrong?" Ladydevimon asked her mate as he walked into their makeshift base an hour later, claw to his face.
"Nothing." Kimon said fiercely, leaving a confused demoness behind as he trudged to his chambers. {To think, they consider me their master, when I have to be a lapdog for that Mega-brat! If his father were still alive, this world would already have been mine. His father never interfered with his servent's work, but he has to complicate things with such fast progressive demands!}
"You seem to have a lot on your mind." Came a sudden, unfamilier voice. "Of course, I could only tell by Vem Scanning your adrenaline level and brainwave patterns, but it was a lucky guess all the same."
Kimon looked down to see a knee-high, purple Digimon standing before him. Aside from the white face and limbs, he would have likened it to a simple robot.
"Who are you?" the dark dragon demanded softly, his unemotionally aura returning.
"Just your everyday android Rookie. My name is Vemmon." The small one answered, a small, eerie smile forming on his metallic face. "A typical, Unidentified type."
"No ID?" Kimon said, failing not to sound disturbed. Aside from Dracomon, the only Digimon that couldn't be classified as Vaccine, Data, or Virus, were all massive beasts of destruction. Their power in Rookie alone proved higher than most Champions [something Dracomon definatly symbolized.]
"Yes, which is why I merely came to file a complaint." The still-smiling Vemmon informed." Your Anti-Type actions are pointless. Surely the Powers of Darkness haven't made you that much of a bi-"
Kimon pointed his claw toward the Rookie, who only smiled wider.
"Aggresive temperment. I suppose organic beings such as yourself are all prone to that when angered. Hah, anger, another diversion from progress."
"Enjoy your last words well." Kimon said through grit teeth." I'll give you five before you die."
"You suck. See you later." Vemmon said, before he was consumed by endigo light. Before Kimon could strike, he vanished.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I thought you said you would never do anything like that again." Datamon said sardonically as the Dragon Duelist took a breath.
Lara removed her finger from the pink slits of skin where, according to Odjmon, Drake had gained a twenty second death from.
"It can't hurt that much." She said, pouting at her gasping boyfriend.
"Obviously you've never died." Drake cracked, grinning weakly.
*poke*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"That wasn't funny, Drake." Lara said, now with a serious look on her face." What if you HAD died there, permanantly!? I know I've gone on about this once for every time you've done something stupid-"
"Meaning every day she's known you, right?" Seto whispered.
"-but I-"
" Couldn't bare to live without me." Drake sighed, blushing, as usual." I know, Lara, I know."
"You know, sometimes I wonder if they haven't akready gotten married." Joey joked." I mean, they already annoy the crap outta each other, they seem to argue over the smallest stuff, she's got a cute face but a short fuse, and his mood's entirely unpredictable by known law."
"Wow, thirty-five words in one sentence, nice progress." the millionaire who you can probably guess said.
"Speaking of progress," Dracomon butted in," we need to get a move on."
Although it would forever supply Gatomon with jokes about him being a nudist in the past, Dracomon still looked cool in the miniature version of Odjmon's gi that had been on him when he de-digivolved.
He had supplied them all the night before with his newfound knowledge. For the sake of the reader, my chapter, and the election-
[Lara: Drake! Stop fooling around!]
[Drake: *grimaces* You had to say it, didn't you?]
- I will repeat. Of course, it' just natural I do so, since you didn't see it oin the first place.
[Chibi Vegeta: This reminds me!
Sephiroth: 4 votes.
Drake: 5. Well, if you count disguises. *glares at a certain reader* So, 4.
Sephy: So, we tie.
Drake: At least for now.
Lara: Remind me what happens if neither of them wins?
Roan: Then the election goes to Alpha's understudy selection.
All: Who.
Roan: *points*
Master Tonberry: *waves*
All: *run*
Drake: Shouldn't we have done this in the author's note?
Yami Alpha: ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP, AND DRAKE, START TYPING AGAIN, NOW!
DRAKE: STUPID CAPS LOCK *VIGOROUSLY RUBS OFF COLA*]
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Several thousand Digital Years ago, a being known as Yumon appeared in the Digital World. Unable to take physical or digital form, it started absorbing small amounts of the most common energy in the world. In the course of that time, as well as now, that energy was that of the Virus Digimon. According to legend, if there was ever more than twice of one type than another, then Yumon would be resurrected, absorb the energy, and ravage the Digital World of the other two types, as it attempted to before.
Only one Digimon, composed of four individual ones, could stand up to it's might. Imperialdramon Paladin Mode, the one Digimon to ever come close to the strength of Goddramon himself, tied in battle with Yumon. His four parts were split to the corners of the Digital World, reborn, without memories of their past lives. Yumon was sealed away in a location that was said to only be known by the one destined to release it.
And according to the knowledge he had recieved from Karatenmon's data, Dracomon understood.
Kimon knows where it is.
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"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND GENTLE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!" an Etemon yelled through the microphone in his hand." Today's the day of the yearly Beetleland Tournament! Uh-huh-huh! Our eight competitors have trained for more than a sixth of this year to duke it out for the famous Queen Cup! Who'll take the prize this year? Why're you asking me? Just cause I'm the King don't mean I know everything! Uh-huh-huh! And it looks like you'll have to wait awhile, foks, cause here come those weird stars again! Uh-huh-"
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D/N: You know, they ARE weird! Sorry of this chapter seems a little short, guys, but I've gotta go! The debate's in the next chapter, and I need to pick up a tux. *walks of muttering 'please don't let Lara have picked out a blue one, please....*
Seto: So, should we do something to continue the chapter while Red gets ready for the sword that'll be rammed up his butt if he wins?
Chibi Vegeta: Nah. Take it from the proffessionals, Fic Character, as an Assistant Author, I know that at these times, it's best to do nothing. Unless you can inflict emotional or physical pain, with the occasional mental delicacy.
Roan: Soooooooooooooooo.................... does anybody know a good quote for this chapter?
Seto: I'm not sure it deserves one.
Lara: *eye twitches, leaps at high speed with foot extended* BUUUUUUUUUUUUURNBOBONGA!
Others: *blink and enjoy the show as a cloud of smoke and rapidly bashing limbs appear where the other two were*
Kazu: *blinks again* You know, that WAS a quote!
Ryu: Yeah, it was also a song in Chrono Trigger, and I'm pretty sure Ayla yelled it...
Master Tonberry: *nods*
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUURNBOBONGA!"- Ayla, from Chrono Trigger.
Lara: Let's see.... Alpha's script ends halfway through the fic cause he's out of ideas... since he's getting the debate ready, maybe we should help speed things along, just in case? *grins*
Drake: *grins back* Great idea, Lara! Okay, who's got the diclaimer?
Disclaimer: READER NO BAKA! DRAKE DON'T OWN ANYTHING SIDES ME! I OWN DRAKE!
Drake: *reddens deeply* Lara, maybe you should let the real disclaimer do it's job.
Lara: Awwwwwwwwwwwww! *throws away loudspeaker*
Disclaimer: Bloody clones. Drake doesn't own Digimon or Yugioh, although he DOES own a new Digimon that makes its first semi-appearance in this chapter. Alpha owns Drake, all the other OCs, and all the other original Digimon, except for Shayla and Chinchillamon, owned by Gema J. Gall.
Drake: Nice. Sorry Lara, but I'll make it up to you.
Lara: *grins again* How?
Drake: Vacation fic, if I get elected.
All OCS: VOTE DRAKE! VOTE DRAKE!
Roan: Whoa, Drake, that's probably the most convincing political promise I've ever heard!
Drake: B.b.b.b.but I meant just Lara and me-
All: VOTE DRAKE! GET VACATION! VOTE DRA-
Sephiroth: *appears*
All: *instantly shut up*
Sephiroth: So, is the chapter going to start, yet?
Drake: *glares in a rivalish way* You bet.
Chibi Vegeta: DRAKE SAYS YOU CAN GO BLEACH YOUR ROOTS, SEPHY!
Sephiroth: *eyes narrow*
Drake: *pales*
Chibi Vegeta: *grins, enters chapter onto FFN*
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The darkness in the vast cave was only broken by the small ray of light at the entrance, miles away from where Kimon kneeled.
"I trust you've kept things going well." A voice said in the shadows, blocked from the small light by the dragon's form. His voice was that of a teenager's, probably no older than Drake or Joey, but it had a dominative, almost callous ring in it.
"Indeed, master." Kimon said, with an annoyed emphasis on 'master'. "We have wasted no time in continuing your father's original plan. Our only setback, besides the destruction of my base-"
"In that case, the only REAL setback." The figure said, in a clearly insultive tone. Kimon sneered.
"-is that the one known as Drake was somehow able to-"
"Repel Milleniummon's Spore? I knew it." The dark one said in a cheerful way. "That means he's finally awoken."
Kimon didn't state his confusion in that sentence." What of Odjnmon, my lord? How will we deal with this new nuisance?"
A gray-skinned hand, fingers spiked like the edges of a claw, extended from the shadows, and dropped a small, putrid green tab. On it was a silver circle shape, only near the end it was cut off, incomplete.
"The Crest of Death. Currently, despite your power, you are still only a Champion. Although I don't have much hope for your possibilities, I suspect an Ultimate version of yourself will at least tire Odjmon out a bit."
"I will DESTROY him!" Kimon shouted indignantly, rising furiously off the ground.
"Sit down." The figure demanded, clenching his hand. Kimon suddenly smashed face first onto the cave floor.
Wincing with the pain, he opened his eyes to see a humanoid grin cruelly looking down on him.
"Don't fail me this time. I might just use you as the next test subject, if you do."
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"Is something wrong?" Ladydevimon asked her mate as he walked into their makeshift base an hour later, claw to his face.
"Nothing." Kimon said fiercely, leaving a confused demoness behind as he trudged to his chambers. {To think, they consider me their master, when I have to be a lapdog for that Mega-brat! If his father were still alive, this world would already have been mine. His father never interfered with his servent's work, but he has to complicate things with such fast progressive demands!}
"You seem to have a lot on your mind." Came a sudden, unfamilier voice. "Of course, I could only tell by Vem Scanning your adrenaline level and brainwave patterns, but it was a lucky guess all the same."
Kimon looked down to see a knee-high, purple Digimon standing before him. Aside from the white face and limbs, he would have likened it to a simple robot.
"Who are you?" the dark dragon demanded softly, his unemotionally aura returning.
"Just your everyday android Rookie. My name is Vemmon." The small one answered, a small, eerie smile forming on his metallic face. "A typical, Unidentified type."
"No ID?" Kimon said, failing not to sound disturbed. Aside from Dracomon, the only Digimon that couldn't be classified as Vaccine, Data, or Virus, were all massive beasts of destruction. Their power in Rookie alone proved higher than most Champions [something Dracomon definatly symbolized.]
"Yes, which is why I merely came to file a complaint." The still-smiling Vemmon informed." Your Anti-Type actions are pointless. Surely the Powers of Darkness haven't made you that much of a bi-"
Kimon pointed his claw toward the Rookie, who only smiled wider.
"Aggresive temperment. I suppose organic beings such as yourself are all prone to that when angered. Hah, anger, another diversion from progress."
"Enjoy your last words well." Kimon said through grit teeth." I'll give you five before you die."
"You suck. See you later." Vemmon said, before he was consumed by endigo light. Before Kimon could strike, he vanished.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I thought you said you would never do anything like that again." Datamon said sardonically as the Dragon Duelist took a breath.
Lara removed her finger from the pink slits of skin where, according to Odjmon, Drake had gained a twenty second death from.
"It can't hurt that much." She said, pouting at her gasping boyfriend.
"Obviously you've never died." Drake cracked, grinning weakly.
*poke*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"That wasn't funny, Drake." Lara said, now with a serious look on her face." What if you HAD died there, permanantly!? I know I've gone on about this once for every time you've done something stupid-"
"Meaning every day she's known you, right?" Seto whispered.
"-but I-"
" Couldn't bare to live without me." Drake sighed, blushing, as usual." I know, Lara, I know."
"You know, sometimes I wonder if they haven't akready gotten married." Joey joked." I mean, they already annoy the crap outta each other, they seem to argue over the smallest stuff, she's got a cute face but a short fuse, and his mood's entirely unpredictable by known law."
"Wow, thirty-five words in one sentence, nice progress." the millionaire who you can probably guess said.
"Speaking of progress," Dracomon butted in," we need to get a move on."
Although it would forever supply Gatomon with jokes about him being a nudist in the past, Dracomon still looked cool in the miniature version of Odjmon's gi that had been on him when he de-digivolved.
He had supplied them all the night before with his newfound knowledge. For the sake of the reader, my chapter, and the election-
[Lara: Drake! Stop fooling around!]
[Drake: *grimaces* You had to say it, didn't you?]
- I will repeat. Of course, it' just natural I do so, since you didn't see it oin the first place.
[Chibi Vegeta: This reminds me!
Sephiroth: 4 votes.
Drake: 5. Well, if you count disguises. *glares at a certain reader* So, 4.
Sephy: So, we tie.
Drake: At least for now.
Lara: Remind me what happens if neither of them wins?
Roan: Then the election goes to Alpha's understudy selection.
All: Who.
Roan: *points*
Master Tonberry: *waves*
All: *run*
Drake: Shouldn't we have done this in the author's note?
Yami Alpha: ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP, AND DRAKE, START TYPING AGAIN, NOW!
DRAKE: STUPID CAPS LOCK *VIGOROUSLY RUBS OFF COLA*]
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Several thousand Digital Years ago, a being known as Yumon appeared in the Digital World. Unable to take physical or digital form, it started absorbing small amounts of the most common energy in the world. In the course of that time, as well as now, that energy was that of the Virus Digimon. According to legend, if there was ever more than twice of one type than another, then Yumon would be resurrected, absorb the energy, and ravage the Digital World of the other two types, as it attempted to before.
Only one Digimon, composed of four individual ones, could stand up to it's might. Imperialdramon Paladin Mode, the one Digimon to ever come close to the strength of Goddramon himself, tied in battle with Yumon. His four parts were split to the corners of the Digital World, reborn, without memories of their past lives. Yumon was sealed away in a location that was said to only be known by the one destined to release it.
And according to the knowledge he had recieved from Karatenmon's data, Dracomon understood.
Kimon knows where it is.
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"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND GENTLE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!" an Etemon yelled through the microphone in his hand." Today's the day of the yearly Beetleland Tournament! Uh-huh-huh! Our eight competitors have trained for more than a sixth of this year to duke it out for the famous Queen Cup! Who'll take the prize this year? Why're you asking me? Just cause I'm the King don't mean I know everything! Uh-huh-huh! And it looks like you'll have to wait awhile, foks, cause here come those weird stars again! Uh-huh-"
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D/N: You know, they ARE weird! Sorry of this chapter seems a little short, guys, but I've gotta go! The debate's in the next chapter, and I need to pick up a tux. *walks of muttering 'please don't let Lara have picked out a blue one, please....*
Seto: So, should we do something to continue the chapter while Red gets ready for the sword that'll be rammed up his butt if he wins?
Chibi Vegeta: Nah. Take it from the proffessionals, Fic Character, as an Assistant Author, I know that at these times, it's best to do nothing. Unless you can inflict emotional or physical pain, with the occasional mental delicacy.
Roan: Soooooooooooooooo.................... does anybody know a good quote for this chapter?
Seto: I'm not sure it deserves one.
Lara: *eye twitches, leaps at high speed with foot extended* BUUUUUUUUUUUUURNBOBONGA!
Others: *blink and enjoy the show as a cloud of smoke and rapidly bashing limbs appear where the other two were*
Kazu: *blinks again* You know, that WAS a quote!
Ryu: Yeah, it was also a song in Chrono Trigger, and I'm pretty sure Ayla yelled it...
Master Tonberry: *nods*
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUURNBOBONGA!"- Ayla, from Chrono Trigger.