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[Signs]

(Thoughts)

Summary: Abandoned by the others, after he made Greymon digivolve into SkullGreymon, Tai seeks a meaning to his new life. Not as a Digi destined, but as a Digimon.    

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 Twist of fate

Part III

Moytismon,

The Dark One

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The sun slowly slipped down beyond the horizon and colored the digital sky in a wide range of colors, ranging from orange to pink. Breaking this beautiful scenery, a column of smoke drew an ugly black stripe across it. Moving towards it, a wooden carriage pulled by a single Devidramon moved in a rather rapid pace through the evening air. Sitting on the divers seat of the carriage was the strongest Ultimate in the undead king's army, Phantomon.

Inside the carriage, lay a black coffin with a golden bat symbol on the lid. Inside of it, was the undead king, Myotismon, his blue eyes closed, as if he was in a deep sleep, but in reality he was far from sleeping. Instead, his mind was going all the possibilities of capturing this new digimon, and how he should go about doing it.

Suddenly, he felt the carriage descend, and finally stop as it reached the ground. "My Lord, we have arrived." The voice was as cold as his own, maybe that was way he trusted Phantomon as he did. He had the same love for the light as he did, but unlike Phantomon, he couldn't go out into it without dying.

Breaking his chain of thoughts, Myotismon pushed the lid of coffin off, and slowly rose to a sitting position. "Well done Phantomon, stay here until I return with my new pet." Floating up, Moytismon landed on the floor and waited until Phantomon had opened the door. The night had fallen, and the vampire digimon took a few seconds to enjoy the cold touch of the night. Then he began to wander towards the remains of the Palmon village.

The forest was that big, but it was big enough to annoy him. But at least in here, under the tree's, the darkness was complete, even the light of moon was kept out, just as both the real and digital world would be when he disposed of the light. The sound of a half choked sob alerted him to the nearby presence of his new servant/pet.

The shadows parted to give him a clear view of the battlefield. The Palmon's, who had lived here once, was gone for now, but in time they would be reborn in primary village. But that wasn't his main concern right now. There, curled up into a small ball, a lone brown form with a multi colored mop of hair was shaking in the evening cold. Stepping forward, he lifted his arms and pushed his cape back. "You're a mess." The words didn't really have any warmth in them, but his blue eyes did for a short moment, take on a more concerned look. "Well, say something."

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Tai lifted his head and stared at the owner of the voice. Standing tall, in a blue uniform and black shoes, the form of this digimon was definitely a human one. His blond hair moved slightly as the wind started to blow. Tai blinked when he noticed the blue eye staring at him from under the strange shaped red mask, then he slumped back down again. Right now, he didn't care about the world, if this new digimon wanted to kill him or not. Tai allowed his eyes to look down on the ground again, and chuckled dryly. "Come to watch me suffer?"

Myotismon blinked as he noticed the sound of defeat in the weaker champion digimon before him. Then he stepped forward and looked down. "No, I was just curious." Looking around the area, Myotismon frowned. "Did you do this, or was it Fugamon?" On the inside, Myotismon smirked, this was almost too easy, all he had to do was play friendly and soon, Chimon would be his slave.

Tai looked up again and snorted. "No, someone else did this. I just stopped him from completing it." Then his brown eyes narrowed as he saw the almost invisible smirk slide over the digimon's face. "Why? What's it too you?"

Myotismon turned back and shrugged. "Nothing, as I said. I was just curious." Stepping closer, he looked down at the feline digimon. He almost chuckled at how much he looked like a mix between a human and a Gatomon. "You should be more careful, it not a good idea to stay in a place like this." Turning around, Moytismon walked over to a small table and lifted it up. "Places like these is a magnet for the undead Digimons." Sitting down on the table, Myotismon gave a smile towards his 'friend'. "Were will you go after this?"

Tai looked up and stared around the area with a dead look on his face. "Doesn't matter." Standing up, Tai brushed the dirt from his pants and fur, and then began to walk away. "I don't care anymore."

Myotismon raised an eye brown and gave a short chuckle. "Feeling alone, worthless?" Brushing a small fleck of ash from his cloak, Myotismon watched, as it finally broke apart into digital bits. "You don't have to be alone, you know." Standing up in his full height, Moytismon looked down at the small digimon. "And trust me, you are not worthless Chimon." 

Tai stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "How do you know who I am?" Turning around, Tai felt his claws slide out from his fingertips, ready to light up with his last power and tear this digimon to shreds. "I never told you who I am."

Myotismon smiled and then began to laugh in a silent manner. "Oh I'm sorry. I been watching you for a short while, ever since one of my loyal servants told me about you." Giving a bow, Myotismon lips curled back in a smile of superiority and showed off his fangs. "I am Myotismon, the king of the undead."

Tai blinked and crouched low. This digimon was completely unknown to him, as Gennai had never mentioned him before. "I don't know you, but you are definitely bad news. So back off."

Myotismon grinned and shook his head. "You don't understand. I won't hurt you, but." Stepping closer, he chuckled. "I may have to discipline you from time to time." Slowly, the black cape floated around him and hid his arms from view. "Come little one, I wish to test you." Flinging open his cape, a shower of bats flew out and began to attack Tai.

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Far away from them, Etemon screamed in frustration as the digi destined attacked him again. "Scram ya losers, I ain't got time for you today ahuh, ahuh" Pulling his hand back, he lunched it forward. "Dark Network." The green sphere flew through the air and nearly hit the two digi destined standing before him.

Matt grinned as he lifted up his digivice. "Everyone, do exactly like I told you, remember" Slowly, the sometimes cold, and at other time friendly voice of Matt turned into a dark sinister version, as a red glow filled his eyes. "Joe, Mimi, now," Looking to the left, he look at the remaining two children out there. "Sora, Izzy, cut him off." Finally turning to his own partner, he pointed his digivice at his partner. "Everyone, Dark Digivolve now!"

Four digivices glowed a dark color as the four other kids gave the same command to their own digimon. 

"Gabumon dark digivolve too… Weregarurumon." A more sinister looking form of Weregarurumon emerged from the darkness and cracked its knuckles as it looked at Etemon. "Matt, give me the word and this guy's a goner."

"Biyomon dark digivovle too… Garudamon"

"Kabuterimon dark digivovle too Megakabuterimon"

"Gomamon dark digivovle too Zudomon"

"Palmon dark digivovle too Lilimon"

As the four pillars of darkness vanished, the once friendly digimon had become corrupted to the core. Garudamon towered up into the desert air, Colored a sick blue and black, with cruel red eyes glowing from under the helmet covering her head. Next to her, Zudomon towered just as tall, a cruel war hammer with spikes in one hand, and gray skin with black fur, he radiated the desire to kill. Glaring at everything, MegaKabuterimon landed with a loud bump on the ground, the large strange horn on his head crackled with barely contained energy. Quickly zipping between the three large forms, a small human shaped form flew forward and stopped. Lilymon hovered in the air, the once friendly face now filled with malice and hate, her black dress sported a few tears, as did the flower hat on her head, but instead of black, it was brown and looked like a wilted flower.

Etemon stumbled back as he took in the sight of five corrupted ultimate digimons glaring at him. "This can't be true." Turning to face Matt, he lifted a hand and pointed at the blonde kid. "Who are you?" Looking closer at the dark cloud forming around the new leader of the digi destined, he clenched both hands. "You, but you're…" Jumping back, the monkey like digimon hammered his hands forward. "Dark Network!!"

Weregarurumon jumped forward and shielded his partner from the attack. Sinking down on knee from the force of the attack, he looked over his shoulder and growled as he noticed the impassive look, and barely hidden amusement, on his partners face. Almost as if he wasn't even caring, Matt lifted a hand and pointed at the monkey in a lazy fashion. "Attack my pet."  

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The door into his study opened without a sound as Myotismon stepped in. Cradled in his arms, a badly hurt Tai whimpered as the ultimate moved through the darkness of his castle. Reaching his desk, the undead king looked down on his prize and smirked. "Gatomon, I know you're standing outside my room." Looking back, he glared at the shadows outside the door. "Come inside my pet." 

Gatomon gulped as the words reached her. Stepping out of her hiding place, she looked at the tall digimon and lowered her head to the floor, waiting for him to give her the signal to talk. Lowering her ears after a short while, she wished he would move his eyes off her. It was nerve wrecking to feel those eyes staring at her, never knowing what he was thinking behind them.

Myotismon simply opened his arms and allowed the body held in them to fall to the floor, watching his most prized pet's reaction when the sound of the new family pets landing was heard. He raised an eye brown as the white head remained staring at the floor, waiting for him to give her pre-mission to either talk or look. Frowning suddenly, he felt a slight anger flowing through him. "Get him out of my sight, I need to think." Turning around, the ultimate ignored the sound of Gatomon daring to look up at him. "Well?" Then his eyes slid over to the brown lump on the ground. "Yes, take him with you as well."

Gatomon jumped and rushed over to look at the form lying on the floor. Slowly a gasp made it past her mouth as she looked at the beaten form before her. Then she reached down and grabbed the arms and lifted the larger form up on her shoulders and began to drag it over the floor, all the while praying that Myotismon wouldn't turn around, all he needed was something that made her look weak to him, and he would put her through another training session.

Doing his best to ignore the sound of Gatomon struggling to pull out the heavy and larger form of Chimon, he used the time to wondered about the digit destined. Something had happened in the desert, he had heard there were seven in all, but his spies had reported that only six had been seen in the desert lately. Turning back to look at the blood smear on his carpet, he frowned even more. "Demidivimon get in here."  

It took a short second, but then a bowling ball with eye and wings rushed into his study. Landing on the desk, the small digimon looked up at him as it finished bowing to him. "How can I help you Master?" Voice eager and filled with admiration of the much stronger and more evolved ultimate before him, Demidivimon bowed again.

Feeling a headache forming, Myotismon waved a hand to make his servant shut up. "Demindivimon, what the status on the digidestined?"

Gulping, the rookie digimon looked around the room for a place to hide. "Well, you see. They defeated Etemon three hours ago."

"What?" Myotismon nearly screamed as he looked back. Turning around he grabbed demindevimon wings and shook him back and fourth in a fit of rage. "How could they defeat him so easily? Etemon was an ultimate, and he had the power of his dark network to help him."

Nearly crying from pain, Demidivimon looked up at Myotismon. "They dark digivolved Master. Our spies in Etemons army told me just an hour ago Master." Feeling the pain go away, Demidivimon screamed as he saw the wall rush towards him. "Wait, what did I do?"

Clenching his hands, Myotismon glared as the unconscious form of demidivimon and growled. "Someone else is helping them. Gennai and the digital guardians would never have uses allowed those children to dark digivovle." Stepping over to sit in his chair, he looked at the wall with the secret door leading into the hidden basement of his castle. "Only someone who knows the darkness could have helped them to use dark digivovling like that, but who?" 

Standing up, the ultimate walked over to the wall and looked at it. "Bakemon, come out. We must talk."

After a short while, the white form of a Bakemon floated through the wall and bowed before him. "Yes master, can I help you."

Looking at the type of digimon making up the majority of his army, Myotismon felt a little more relaxed, the Bakemon's were loyal like no other digimon in his army. "Step up the work on the gate. I want the room finished by the end of the month. Also, expect to have the new timetable on the gate reduced." Giving the Bakemon no chance to respond, he turned around and waved the ghost type digimon off. "Don't expect me to show any mercy if you don't finish on time."

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The child of hope shivered as the cold wind of the desert moved over him. His eyes looked up at the multitude of stars covering the sky of the digital world. Slowly, as if seeking something, his eyes moved over the blackness. Besides him, a small orange white pig like digimon looked up at him with concerned eyes. "TK, what wrong with you?" Standing up, the digimon looked in the direction the other kids had taken. "Shouldn't we be looking for Matt and the others?"

TK looked down and wiped away a small tear. "Patamon, can't you feel it?" His voice shook as he clutched the small digimon close to him. "Can't you feel the evil coming from him?"

Patamon looked up at him and frowned. "Well, he had been a little off from time to time." Shrugging the digimon laid back down on the sand as he slipped out of TK's grasp. "But you have to understand that he's the leader now."

TK nodded and then stopped for a second. Slowly, TK began to remember a wild haired boy wearing goggle around his forehead. It was hard to focus, but it was almost as if this person was important in some way. "Patamon, who was the leader before Matt?"

Looking up, Patamon's eyes moved to seek out the blue ones of the youngest Digi destined. "What do you mean?" Looking away, Patamon eyes slid down to stare at the crest around TK's neck with worried eyes. "Don't you remember? Matt was the leader ever since you came here."

TK shook his head and the faint memory vanished. "You're right, I must have been thinking of someone else." Lying back down on his back, TK listen to the quiet desert around them. "Do you think Matt's plan worked?"

Paatamon smirked in a most disturbing way. "Yea, in fact, I'm very sure of it." Turning away from the child, Patamon eye narrowed to slits. "But why couldn't I have come along as well?" Patamon hissed in a low voice as a faint red glow filled his eyes.

"TK!"

Sitting up, the young blond eye child turned around to stare at an older version of him. "Matt!" Jumping up, the youngest boy hugged the older one fiercely. "I was getting worried about you."

Matt grinned as he ruffled the younger boy's hair. "Hey, I'm okay. And guess what, we finally got Etemon."

TK looked up with wide eyes. "You did." For a second his gaze faulted and a slight uncertainty in them. "Matt, do you remember a boy with brown hair?" Quickly looking away to hide his embarrestment, TK continued talking. "It just cause, sometimes I see this image of a boy with goggles, and a small orange digimon." TK stopped talking as he noticed the glow in Matt's eyes, before they became completely black. "Matt?"

Matt's body smiled as it reached out and ruffled the blond hair of the young boy. "Don't worry TK, it was just a dream, nothing else, there never was a boy with a Agumon with you." A small tendril of darkness slittered down the arm of the keeper of friendship, and engulfed the child of Hope in a spiraling mass of darkness. "It was all in you imagination."

TK's eyes became dull and lifeless as he felt his own will break under the power of the presence of this person. "It was all a dream…"

Matt screamed inside his own mind as he saw the darkness enter his own brother body and erase all memories of Tai for the second time. Dropping to his knees, Matt pounded his fist onto the sandy ground beneath him. "Stop it, Leave him alone!" Looking up into the dark sky and red sky of his prison, he felt his anger grow. "Who are you, why are you doing this?"

"Such anger!"

Turning his head, Matt stared in terror as a black hole formed in the sand and a tall and black form emerged from it, Arms crossed, a pair of blood red eyes burned into the true child of friendship with malice. "You serve me so well, you anger and fear for your little brother was what made this possible." Lifting out and arm and grabbing Matt's face, a small could almost be seen in the darkness before him. "If you're wondering why I erased the other children's memory of your leader, it's simple." Turning around, the shadow moved and hand and a view of Tai's human body formed in the air. "This child, his desire, will to win is great, almost a great as mine."

Matt glared up at the darkness with narrowed eyes. "You had me beat up Tai and leave him for dead, because of that?" Matt's had never felt so angry in his life, every bit of him wanted to reach out and kill the one before him in the most painful way he could think off.

Chuckling, The form moved around and reached out a hand and lifted up Matt to face the red eyes. "No." Watching the shocked look on the blond haired boy's face, he turned his head away. "I did it because of this."

Matt screamed as an image filled his head, an image of a strange digimon. Looking like a cross of a cat and a human, it stood on the top of a familiar building. Matt's felt like throwing up when he recognized the place his dad worked at back in Odaiba. Next to the strange digimon stood a cat with yellow gloves and a small guy in a steange jump suit, with a hat and cape from those video games he had seen in town. Behind them stood a young girl with short brown hair. Then the image moved around and showed a groups of Bakemons, with a more evil looking bakemon holding a scrythe in the center of them, and below and infront of them stood a digimon he had never seen before either, but he could actully feel the evil from him. The blond hair and blue eyes of this digimon caught his eyes in an instance. "Wha… what is this?"

Laughing, The darkness broke the spell and ended the images. "The future, you will soon meet all of these digimon's in person. Myotismon will be your primary target, but the two catlike digimon's you saw. I want them dead, apart they are nothing, and without courage the legend will prophecy will never come true." Looking up into the sky, the darkness let go of Matt's spirit as it laughed wildly. "Light and Courage are forever separated, the one destine to hold them both is gone."

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It hurt, it hurt so much to move, but he had to wake up, he couldn't give in, no matter how tempting it might be. Feeling a wave of naseua wash over him, Tai snapped his eyes open and rolled over to empty his stomach. As the bile stopped coming, He pulled in breaths of air in a ragged fashion, and then more bile spilled out, joining the small puddle on the floor.  As his stomach finally settled and breathing was a chore, Taiwiped a hand across his mouth cleaning away the leftover bile from his mouth.    

A white form moved in the corner of the room and slowly stepped out with a small cup of water, looking at the disgusting puddle on the floor, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath herself. Then she stepped closer, but still kept a healthy distance from the new 'pet'. "Chimon?"

Tai spun around and cried out in pain as his left leg protested against the movement, falling back down, Tai held it as he cursed lightly, then he looked up and saw the nervous form of a feline digimon staring at him from just outside the shadows. "Gatomon?"

TBC.

AN: Yes, finally, things can get a move on. Sorry about the lack of a good Etemon/Evil digimon fight, but I stink at battle scenes. The next chapter is mostly filler stuff, but then, we go on to the real world for a more complex and fun filled battle scene. Stay tuned, Oh yeah, don't forget to check out my other digimon stories if you like this one..