R/N: Things are winding down.... though they don't feel like it. I just accessed a massive 'digidex', of sorts, and a whirlwind of new ideas entered my head.
Roan: Which you can't do until the second half of this fic, which is a fact that's driving you insane, and slowing down thoughts on THIS half?
Ryumasa: Yes..... yes it is...
Disclaimer: I just noticed there's a Digimon named 'Kiimon', which is Impmon's Baby Level.... after cleaning my keyboard from soda stains, I must say, that was amusing.
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+Kimon's Fortress, same room, few minutes later+
"So, you wish for me to supply you with the energy to evolve past your current level?" Ryou said, the gist of it setting in.
"Precisely." The robed Digimon answered, his hood nodding.
The Ring-bearer turned again, viewing his hikari with consideration. "And in exchange, I recieve the Millenium Puzzle apon Yugi's defeat, am granted return to my world, and promised that you shall never work against me?"
"It would go against fate to do so." Kimon replied, his claw in front of his face in a declaring sort of way. "It actually makes sense; the two of us are partners, and we aid each other in battle. One of data, who will rule the data realm, and one of the real world, to rule the real world. This is the kind of balance that I have meant to create all these digital years, the balance between worlds!"
The humanoid flicked something out of his scaly hand, and the yami caught it from behind. The leagues-deep brown eyes ran over the Crest of Death with consideration.
"You say that these Crests are activated through their meanings, and that the Crest of Life activated when the dragon lover nearly GAVE his life to save a friend. Then, would the key to this power be the willingness to give.. death?"
"That's my hypothosis. The plans have already been made for our sacrifice to come here. Of it's own free will, I might add."
The dark grin returned to the immortal's face as he met his Digimon's gaze. "You have yourself a monumental deal, my...friend. This may be the start of a destructive friendship."
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+ Gennai's still supposedly Secret Hut*
It was odd, how precise the ancient spell of Jijimon was in delivering the group into a single location, even assorting them by height. Drake and Seto were plowed into the ground first, followed by Lara, Shayla, and Renamon, who were crushed, though not as much as the first three, under every other Digimon partner, and Yugi.
"Hi guys! What took ya?" Joey asked, completely unaware of the potential danger such a question would have caused, were the KC CEO more than half-conscious.
"Joey!" Yugi said happily as he looked down." Lara, Drake, Kaiba! You're all okay..... well, I think...."
A few disoriented minutes later, the group was caught up on recent events, there was little back-pain, though a few throbbing heads of millionaires, Gennai was examining the new Crests thoroughly, and, to those who hadn't been in Drake's half, Dracomon was absent from the meeting, as usual.
The human-like being finally placed the Crest in front of the others on the large table he had somehow obtained in their absence, ending Joey's complaint that he'd missed a tournament, and cutting of a remark from Kaiba. "I have these Crests sorted out. Yugi, yours is the Crest of Balance."
"No surprises there..." He murmered as the crest changed to light, and entered his digivice.
"Shayla, this one represents-"
"Justice, right?"
"Yes... how'd you guess?"
"Somehow, that word's envolved in everything I do.." She sighed as her Crest did the same.
"Joey," the recluse continued, holding up a red one with an arrow sign," gets the Crest of Determination!"
"-hah, I knew I'd get one, too!" The New Yorker-voiced one said, grinning widely.
"Roan, the Crest of Honor." Gennai announced as the tab beamed into the D-Navi.
Kotemon nodded, his eyes closed in a respectful way." Appropriate, I should think."
Roan stayed quiet. Gatomon, sitting in Lara's lap acrosss from him, felt a burst of sympathy for him. The look in his eyes was exactly like Dracomon's had been when Kimon announced the long-veiled truth: Deadened, dark, pained.
Gennai moved on, his lack of tact plowing forward. " Seto already has the Crest of Redemption, of course, and Drake's Crest of Life is also in our favor. The only Crest I can't make out is this one."
He showed it to them all; a completely blank tab. Pure white, nothing, not even indentions or symbols.
"Common sense says it's Lara's, but carrying it around might be dangerous, if it isn't. Also, it probably would have activated already if it was hers." Gennai said blandly. The others scooted away from the burning Dragon Duelist, and Lara sighed deeply.
"Maybe I just haven't fulfilled it. I mean, Drake's didn't activate until he, well...."
"And Seto didn't even get his until he thought I'd Redeemed myself!" Demidevimon added, uncharacteristically.
"I doubt we'll need everyone for this, anyway." The named one said, closing his eyes, arms crossed in their usual sitting position." Myotismon and I can handle most of the leftovers. Drake and Odjnmon can be the brawn who takes care of the other side's brawn."
"One question though; will Myotismon succeed tommorrow, as in the DAY?" Drake asked, sounding as innocent as possible under the circumstances. Seto's scowl met his, lightning connecting at the center between them.
"Well, that's all FOR tommorrow, anyway." Gennai said nonchalantly." With most of the Digimon here able to reach Ultimate level, we can mount the final attack. Get a good rest; tommorrow we head for Triera City."
"Oh, yeah; It felt like we'd forgotten something." Flamedramon said sheepishly.
Many fell for the second time as futons conveniently, instantly replaced the chairs they had been in. Complaints gathering, Gennai waited for it to dull to a quiet roar before he shut out the lights.
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Several hours later, just outside the molding tree that covered the entrance, a multi-colored duelist sat in thought. In his hands were two pairs of goggles; one red and one blue. One was the pair given to him by Jijimon. The other was, in a way, a letter of resignation.
"You're worried." Renamon noted as she appeared in mid-air. Yugi nodded, not even surprised at this point.
"Drake said he couldn't do it.. despite how much Lance is gonna chew him out when he gets back, he really thinks he can't be even a co-leader." Yugi said, staring into the starless night sky." But... I'm confused. Why does he think I can lead by myself? He could easily have chosen Kaiba; and I don't think their silly rivalry would matter when it came to something this important."
Renamon smiled comfortingly; a sign that she was warming up to her half-height tamer. She placed one furry paw into his spiky hair. "I remember something like this before. Something... possibly a past life... about a tamer doubting his/her emotions and capabilities. I don't recall it perfectly, but I have the feeling that whoever it was pulled through."
"Did he/she rely on someone else's strength beforehand?" He asked, glancing down at the Puzzle around his neck.
The kitsune floated to his other side, and leaned against the tree casually." In a way. That person didn't let his/her real self out, always trying to act tough around others. In a way, that's also similar to the blue one you think'd be a good leader. But a leader isn't just someone others turn to for guidance, or expect to do what they can't. A true leader is someone who knows the abilities and trusts in the hearts of his teamates, someone who can put both to good use in a desperate situation. Drake has both strategy and he trusts in everyone's hearts, but he has trouble letting others take part in the danger, and gets angry with himself if they get hurt at all."
She too glanced down, her serious look returning." Kaiba has more strategy in his mind than even Drake, but he neither believes in our hearts nor our abilities, and believes everything can be handled by himself alone. His skills of leadership are with his inferiors, not his equals. You, on the other hand, have a strategic mind even without Yami's help, you believe in your friends, and you know what they can do. And, most fitting of all, you have something that neither Drake nor Kaiba could have in their lives."
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"Modesty. You have no ego, and therefore your decisions are not based on whether or not it would garner you respect or peace of mind. This above all makes you the perfect example of a leader, young one."
Yugi chuckled, re-donning his blue goggles, and stuffing Drake's old pair into his pocket. He stood up, which hardly made him taller, and held the Puzzle in his hand." I see know why we're partners. You're the only Digimon in this world like Yami!"
Renamon chuckled as well, then closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly. Yugi again looked up, and a strong smile was on his face." Tommorow... I'll lead the way home."
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Joey grouchily stared at the softly spinning fan above his futon. Sleep was avoiding him, and the reason why was obvious.
That is, besides the loud snores of Chinchillamon (her partner somehow sleeping quietly, though a look of discomfort was on her face), and the smirk on a brown-haired inventor, whose dreams were discouraging to imagine.
He turned over again, his sheets tangled into knots from repeated shifting, and glanced to the other side of the room. Near the stupidly large DVD screen was the couch, shared by the lucky lot-winning couple, Drake and Lara, both content in each others arms. Gatomon purred silently near her tamer, her own arms around the yellow In-training kitty.
With a scared expression that Joey felt pity for, Roan was sleeping, propped up against the wall. He hadn't yelled out yet, but Kotemon was awake and on guard, prepared to defend his tamer even against, somehow, his dreams.
And last but not least, his own partner was near the wall closest to him; sleeping while sitting indian style, his tail wagging slowly. Joey grinned. {He must be having a good dream. Prob'ly about food.}
The chance-taker sighed, setting his head pack down on his folded arms. {Serenity'd love to see this world. She'd prob'ly also love to meet Flamedramon. I want to get back, so she can have her operation, but... I really don't wanna leave forever. I wish I could take 'em back with me... somehow..}
He closed his eyes. Hopefully he could sleep as well, and at least earn some temporary peace.
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The room was dimly lit, but several strange things could be seen. Dracomon stood alone in the center, and several wires connected to him from pillars on all sides. On each pillar, somehow taken as they had sat, was one of the digivices of the seven digidestined of this world.
"Are you really, truly, absolutely sure that you want this to be done?" Gennai's voice asked from somewhere in the room, his hand on a switch." This can't be undone, and it might make things harder, not easier. In either event, you won't be able to make it without everyone else; Not if this is done."
"I'm sure." The red-scaled, white gi-wearing one said, the image of the white cat and yellow kitten still blaring in his mind.
"..... You have a lot of courage, for the Digimon chosen to represent Life. I'm starting to think you could be the Wargreymon part, and not Imperialdramon, with this must bravery." The scientist said, his face stoney." If you'd been born in one of the Core Worlds, you'd probably still be a gogglehead's Digimon. Here we go!"
And the switch was flipped.
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R/N: Only one chapter to go. BTW, change in plans; I WILL be making a seperate fic for the next Digimon part, so keep that in mind. It's just too much to cram into one thing, and I like fanfics in the twenty-chapter range. Therefore, one more chapter; plus an epilogue.
"It's like this train; it can only go where the rails lead it." -Cloud Strife, FFVII.
"THERE'S NO GETTIN' OFFA' THIS TRAIN WE'RE ON!" - The heroes of Final Fantasy VII, before the final battles began. (One of the most famous gaming phrases of all time.)
Roan: Which you can't do until the second half of this fic, which is a fact that's driving you insane, and slowing down thoughts on THIS half?
Ryumasa: Yes..... yes it is...
Disclaimer: I just noticed there's a Digimon named 'Kiimon', which is Impmon's Baby Level.... after cleaning my keyboard from soda stains, I must say, that was amusing.
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+Kimon's Fortress, same room, few minutes later+
"So, you wish for me to supply you with the energy to evolve past your current level?" Ryou said, the gist of it setting in.
"Precisely." The robed Digimon answered, his hood nodding.
The Ring-bearer turned again, viewing his hikari with consideration. "And in exchange, I recieve the Millenium Puzzle apon Yugi's defeat, am granted return to my world, and promised that you shall never work against me?"
"It would go against fate to do so." Kimon replied, his claw in front of his face in a declaring sort of way. "It actually makes sense; the two of us are partners, and we aid each other in battle. One of data, who will rule the data realm, and one of the real world, to rule the real world. This is the kind of balance that I have meant to create all these digital years, the balance between worlds!"
The humanoid flicked something out of his scaly hand, and the yami caught it from behind. The leagues-deep brown eyes ran over the Crest of Death with consideration.
"You say that these Crests are activated through their meanings, and that the Crest of Life activated when the dragon lover nearly GAVE his life to save a friend. Then, would the key to this power be the willingness to give.. death?"
"That's my hypothosis. The plans have already been made for our sacrifice to come here. Of it's own free will, I might add."
The dark grin returned to the immortal's face as he met his Digimon's gaze. "You have yourself a monumental deal, my...friend. This may be the start of a destructive friendship."
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+ Gennai's still supposedly Secret Hut*
It was odd, how precise the ancient spell of Jijimon was in delivering the group into a single location, even assorting them by height. Drake and Seto were plowed into the ground first, followed by Lara, Shayla, and Renamon, who were crushed, though not as much as the first three, under every other Digimon partner, and Yugi.
"Hi guys! What took ya?" Joey asked, completely unaware of the potential danger such a question would have caused, were the KC CEO more than half-conscious.
"Joey!" Yugi said happily as he looked down." Lara, Drake, Kaiba! You're all okay..... well, I think...."
A few disoriented minutes later, the group was caught up on recent events, there was little back-pain, though a few throbbing heads of millionaires, Gennai was examining the new Crests thoroughly, and, to those who hadn't been in Drake's half, Dracomon was absent from the meeting, as usual.
The human-like being finally placed the Crest in front of the others on the large table he had somehow obtained in their absence, ending Joey's complaint that he'd missed a tournament, and cutting of a remark from Kaiba. "I have these Crests sorted out. Yugi, yours is the Crest of Balance."
"No surprises there..." He murmered as the crest changed to light, and entered his digivice.
"Shayla, this one represents-"
"Justice, right?"
"Yes... how'd you guess?"
"Somehow, that word's envolved in everything I do.." She sighed as her Crest did the same.
"Joey," the recluse continued, holding up a red one with an arrow sign," gets the Crest of Determination!"
"-hah, I knew I'd get one, too!" The New Yorker-voiced one said, grinning widely.
"Roan, the Crest of Honor." Gennai announced as the tab beamed into the D-Navi.
Kotemon nodded, his eyes closed in a respectful way." Appropriate, I should think."
Roan stayed quiet. Gatomon, sitting in Lara's lap acrosss from him, felt a burst of sympathy for him. The look in his eyes was exactly like Dracomon's had been when Kimon announced the long-veiled truth: Deadened, dark, pained.
Gennai moved on, his lack of tact plowing forward. " Seto already has the Crest of Redemption, of course, and Drake's Crest of Life is also in our favor. The only Crest I can't make out is this one."
He showed it to them all; a completely blank tab. Pure white, nothing, not even indentions or symbols.
"Common sense says it's Lara's, but carrying it around might be dangerous, if it isn't. Also, it probably would have activated already if it was hers." Gennai said blandly. The others scooted away from the burning Dragon Duelist, and Lara sighed deeply.
"Maybe I just haven't fulfilled it. I mean, Drake's didn't activate until he, well...."
"And Seto didn't even get his until he thought I'd Redeemed myself!" Demidevimon added, uncharacteristically.
"I doubt we'll need everyone for this, anyway." The named one said, closing his eyes, arms crossed in their usual sitting position." Myotismon and I can handle most of the leftovers. Drake and Odjnmon can be the brawn who takes care of the other side's brawn."
"One question though; will Myotismon succeed tommorrow, as in the DAY?" Drake asked, sounding as innocent as possible under the circumstances. Seto's scowl met his, lightning connecting at the center between them.
"Well, that's all FOR tommorrow, anyway." Gennai said nonchalantly." With most of the Digimon here able to reach Ultimate level, we can mount the final attack. Get a good rest; tommorrow we head for Triera City."
"Oh, yeah; It felt like we'd forgotten something." Flamedramon said sheepishly.
Many fell for the second time as futons conveniently, instantly replaced the chairs they had been in. Complaints gathering, Gennai waited for it to dull to a quiet roar before he shut out the lights.
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Several hours later, just outside the molding tree that covered the entrance, a multi-colored duelist sat in thought. In his hands were two pairs of goggles; one red and one blue. One was the pair given to him by Jijimon. The other was, in a way, a letter of resignation.
"You're worried." Renamon noted as she appeared in mid-air. Yugi nodded, not even surprised at this point.
"Drake said he couldn't do it.. despite how much Lance is gonna chew him out when he gets back, he really thinks he can't be even a co-leader." Yugi said, staring into the starless night sky." But... I'm confused. Why does he think I can lead by myself? He could easily have chosen Kaiba; and I don't think their silly rivalry would matter when it came to something this important."
Renamon smiled comfortingly; a sign that she was warming up to her half-height tamer. She placed one furry paw into his spiky hair. "I remember something like this before. Something... possibly a past life... about a tamer doubting his/her emotions and capabilities. I don't recall it perfectly, but I have the feeling that whoever it was pulled through."
"Did he/she rely on someone else's strength beforehand?" He asked, glancing down at the Puzzle around his neck.
The kitsune floated to his other side, and leaned against the tree casually." In a way. That person didn't let his/her real self out, always trying to act tough around others. In a way, that's also similar to the blue one you think'd be a good leader. But a leader isn't just someone others turn to for guidance, or expect to do what they can't. A true leader is someone who knows the abilities and trusts in the hearts of his teamates, someone who can put both to good use in a desperate situation. Drake has both strategy and he trusts in everyone's hearts, but he has trouble letting others take part in the danger, and gets angry with himself if they get hurt at all."
She too glanced down, her serious look returning." Kaiba has more strategy in his mind than even Drake, but he neither believes in our hearts nor our abilities, and believes everything can be handled by himself alone. His skills of leadership are with his inferiors, not his equals. You, on the other hand, have a strategic mind even without Yami's help, you believe in your friends, and you know what they can do. And, most fitting of all, you have something that neither Drake nor Kaiba could have in their lives."
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"Modesty. You have no ego, and therefore your decisions are not based on whether or not it would garner you respect or peace of mind. This above all makes you the perfect example of a leader, young one."
Yugi chuckled, re-donning his blue goggles, and stuffing Drake's old pair into his pocket. He stood up, which hardly made him taller, and held the Puzzle in his hand." I see know why we're partners. You're the only Digimon in this world like Yami!"
Renamon chuckled as well, then closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly. Yugi again looked up, and a strong smile was on his face." Tommorow... I'll lead the way home."
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Joey grouchily stared at the softly spinning fan above his futon. Sleep was avoiding him, and the reason why was obvious.
That is, besides the loud snores of Chinchillamon (her partner somehow sleeping quietly, though a look of discomfort was on her face), and the smirk on a brown-haired inventor, whose dreams were discouraging to imagine.
He turned over again, his sheets tangled into knots from repeated shifting, and glanced to the other side of the room. Near the stupidly large DVD screen was the couch, shared by the lucky lot-winning couple, Drake and Lara, both content in each others arms. Gatomon purred silently near her tamer, her own arms around the yellow In-training kitty.
With a scared expression that Joey felt pity for, Roan was sleeping, propped up against the wall. He hadn't yelled out yet, but Kotemon was awake and on guard, prepared to defend his tamer even against, somehow, his dreams.
And last but not least, his own partner was near the wall closest to him; sleeping while sitting indian style, his tail wagging slowly. Joey grinned. {He must be having a good dream. Prob'ly about food.}
The chance-taker sighed, setting his head pack down on his folded arms. {Serenity'd love to see this world. She'd prob'ly also love to meet Flamedramon. I want to get back, so she can have her operation, but... I really don't wanna leave forever. I wish I could take 'em back with me... somehow..}
He closed his eyes. Hopefully he could sleep as well, and at least earn some temporary peace.
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The room was dimly lit, but several strange things could be seen. Dracomon stood alone in the center, and several wires connected to him from pillars on all sides. On each pillar, somehow taken as they had sat, was one of the digivices of the seven digidestined of this world.
"Are you really, truly, absolutely sure that you want this to be done?" Gennai's voice asked from somewhere in the room, his hand on a switch." This can't be undone, and it might make things harder, not easier. In either event, you won't be able to make it without everyone else; Not if this is done."
"I'm sure." The red-scaled, white gi-wearing one said, the image of the white cat and yellow kitten still blaring in his mind.
"..... You have a lot of courage, for the Digimon chosen to represent Life. I'm starting to think you could be the Wargreymon part, and not Imperialdramon, with this must bravery." The scientist said, his face stoney." If you'd been born in one of the Core Worlds, you'd probably still be a gogglehead's Digimon. Here we go!"
And the switch was flipped.
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R/N: Only one chapter to go. BTW, change in plans; I WILL be making a seperate fic for the next Digimon part, so keep that in mind. It's just too much to cram into one thing, and I like fanfics in the twenty-chapter range. Therefore, one more chapter; plus an epilogue.
"It's like this train; it can only go where the rails lead it." -Cloud Strife, FFVII.
"THERE'S NO GETTIN' OFFA' THIS TRAIN WE'RE ON!" - The heroes of Final Fantasy VII, before the final battles began. (One of the most famous gaming phrases of all time.)