Part IV JUDGMENT
Ken still stood in shock at the monstrous being. He set his guns to the ground, and put his left arm behind his back. The digimon smiled wider, and Ken released his Angel Ring device.
"DATA REWRITE!" The streams of light engulfed the beast...
"Ken-chaaan!"
"Ken!"
"Miraki-kun!!" The traversing party of Chiisu, Ryou, Wormmon, Cyberdramon, and Upamon continued. They were around where they had been last time, fighting Arachni and Mummymon in the graveyard outside the Gate to La Maison. Chii shuddered as they approached the Gate.
"Now, be careful," Ryou warned, "...this'll lead to another World. The Dark World. I know not much about it, so just be careful, ne!?" They all nodded in response.
"Alright..." all of them exhaled and walked in...
Millenniumon laughed madly as the light merely ceased.
"What...?!" Ken muttered, the Angel Ring disappearing suddenly.
"You think my data can be rewritten?" The beast stated, and Ken jumped back a little bit,
"Y-You can talk!?" The beast nodded,
"Indeed. I am a God. My data is eternal."
"Eternal...God...?!" Ken couldn't avoid it, but the monster suddenly grabbed him with one of it's large, titanium claws. Fear mixed with confusion, the monster just holding him, nothing more.
"Foolish human," it muttered, crushing Ken's spine with no effort, "how dare you enter this World...and disturb it."
"Huh? Disturb...?" He glanced back, through his pain, to the girl, who was still mysteriously glowing.
"Yes. You're toying with forces you don't understand, boy..." It's grip tightened, and Ken found it increasingly harder to breathe each second. He winced and screamed at the pain, the bones in his arms, legs, and spine cracking.
'I—If only---If only I could....!' Nothing went through his mind, nothing except the excruciating pain. He couldn't get to his guns, also being crushed by the force, and there was no sign of relentment from the beast. Suddenly, in the back of his mind, he heard it. The faint ring that had haunted him from day one.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
"I....I can't..." He muttered, teeth clenched, finding some way not to be completely broken by the monster's claw, "...you...you're the one, who got...me inta...this!!"
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
"SHUT UP!" He screamed with his moans of agony and torture. That's all it had been, torture. Why was it him, a normal kid who had no experience in fighting, and not an experienced warrior?! Everything was fading fast, too fast. Death. The aura of death circled.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing....
"...tell me...why'd you choose me...? ...why?!"
...because, Ken...
Some of the pain relented. Millenniumon stepped back in shock as he continually tried to close his fist on the human.
...you're the one. The one to rule this World.A God.
"A...a..." he stammered, feeling a sudden power in his arms and began pushing the gigantic hand away from him for an escape, "...I...I...I'm Master of this World..." The rage, the ravenous power that once again consumed him, his hair sticking up on end, as if being shocked, repeating, "I AM MASTER OF THIS WORLD AND BEYOND!"
The two metal wings appeared, folding out from his back in near the same way as the Angel Ring.
"F---!"Millenniumon cursed as Ken floated to the ground. He glanced at the girl, still sleeping soundly, and returned his eyes to the opponent. Millenniumon's hand had a large gash in the palm and claws, some of which had been cut off due to the sharpness of the wings, the digits drifting lower and lower into the dark depths.
Once again, it was the sight, only this time, it was different. Ken was...a different person. His spiky hair, cold blue eyes, and metal wings were obvious new traits, but there was also a new aura around him. It resembled wind, constantly spinning around him as if for protection. He gazed up at the towering beast and scoffed.
"You think you can defeat me?!" It screeched with a howl of laughter as it suddenly began to laugh maniacally, tearing each digit on each claw off one by one, falling into the water once more. It laughed endlessly, and Ken just stood confused. He knew, however, that he couldn't defeat this beast with mere DIJITs alone. Not even an Angel Ring. No.
This...had to be done right.
Osamu had been thrown back by the force of Janis's arms. She didn't even bother to have her sword out.
"Too bad the Boss told me to fight you..." She sighed, '...strange...he usually tells me when I need to kill them or just teach them a lesson, so it seems...'
He managed to stand, blood streaming from his mouth. Janis laughed,
"Pathetic human." She immediately stopped laughing when Osamu suddenly had a large, metal scythe in front of her neck.
"Say that again," he ordered, his glasses catching the glint of the darkness, showing insanity.
"Pathetic human."
He unfolded his wings for combat, and the massive, many finger-missing, bloody entrail-dripping monster lunged at him, still laughing, screaming,
"DAMN YOU TO HELL, HUMAN!"
Ken merely jumped to evade, and stopped in midair, sighing,
"You call yourself a digimon?" He muttered, "Pathetic. Nothing but a mere fool..." It growled, now leaping into the air, and it was unavoidable this time. Millenniumon's bloody, unmentionable-matter oozing hands wrapped around him and both were slammed underwater. The wings weren't helping, since the beast had torn off all it's fingers. Ken knew the lasers wouldn't work on it, either. The water tasted of it's blood, oozing all over, and Ken could barely see through all of the gore to his opposer, who was still happily cackling away.
No longer able to breathe much, Ken scowled and managed somehow to fly up out of the water, escaping the sinking beast, Millenniumon. Ken's clothes, face, hair (still up on end) and wings all dripped with the blood filled dark water and other unmentionable substances. He smiled, and the monster was even more confused.
"Watch and learn, pathetic subordinate, how a real Master does it," his smile grew wider, showing his teeth and forming an evil-looking smile. Through the image of holiness, the red blood and gore covering him and inner self startled all who saw the being, being Millenniumon and...the girl. She was slightly awake, vision blurred, but only able to see the red-soaked, tainted angel, which-like her-was glowing bright like a star in the sky, and a wind enveloped him.
"Who...?" She muttered, then fell back into her sleep.
Ken raised his left arm, not for the Angel Ring...
"There's no way..." Millenniumon then screeched in horror at the sight...
"Huh?!" Ryou's cell then went crazy.
"What's wrong?" Chii asked when he answered it.
"WHAAAT?! We'll----we'll be on it!" Ryou clicked a button, and began running, "C'MON! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" "WHERE?! WHAT THE F--- IS GOING ON?!"
"Ken----Ken's utilizing something...something big..." He thought, running as fast as he could, then thinking,
'The Legendary Weapon...Redeemer?!'
Indeed, there was a new weapon in Ken's hands. It was metal like his wings, a platinum staff, with an amethyst crystal at the top, which was adorned with two little white, feathery wings, which then extended to several feet. From the crystal appeared a blade of clear, blue light. A green beam surrounded it. This blade, the staff, was called the Redeemer. The blade, Redemption. Ken smiled wider, the blade of light held for battle. Millenniumon groaned, but even so, lunged to attack, readying a beam of green flame from it's mouth. Ken came down, blade and all.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" He screamed, coming through and dicing the enemy clear in half. Then, to finish the job, he took the seven-foot blade of light, did a quick turn-holding it horizontally, and slicing it again. A perfect cross, a perfect kill.
"To indeed be a God," Ken laughed returning to the ground, walking up to the fallen, maimed beast, right up to it's in-half head. It was a disturbing sight, from each side of the head, a half a brain the size of Ken's head (each half) was seeping into the metal-colored sand. Still having the elusive blade, Ken stabbed one half of the oozing, towering monster brains, and examined it about two inches away from his face. Slimy, each lobe and section falling apart.
"Hmm..." Ken wondered a moment, then using his bare hands, the blade disappearing, to completely unravel, tear up, and lie the piece on the sand, looking like a giant, sickly-pink worm that wasn't moving. He also did so with the other half. Why he'd done it, who knows? Something was odd about this new Ken, he was evil, purely evil, while at the same time, the identical twin of the innocent, yet apathetic and annoying, naïve child he was all the time. The difference was most certainly there, it was just hard to know if it was him or...
Someone else...a completely different person...
Returning to normal, Ken glanced again at the girl, still ominously glowing at the side of the beach. Staring at his hands for a moment, he began walking over to her.
Suddenly, something pushed him back. It wasn't too strong, so he kept going.
Again, another thing pushed. It was like a gigantic gust of wind, continuously keeping his destination out of reach. Still, he kept going, even though the going was slow.
You have been warned, Ken Miraki Ichijouji...
"Huh?" He questioned as soon as the winds stopped. The voice was that of a male, but... there was a tone of wickedness in his voice which seemed to have no origin.
There is no turning back now. Your destiny's path is about to change...heed my warning, child. This girl...
"Who...Who are you?!" He yelled, pulling out his guns, "Show yourself!"
This girl will take you to Hell and back, no matter what you do to try and stop it, she means nothing but trouble...
Ken glanced at her, worried expression on his face, "Hell and back?" Another voice, a quiet, yet confident voice, then came from an unknown source,
Things will not be easy, and things will be hard. Scars will never heal, frienships will be broken, and limits will be breached. Never the less, believe...Believe this girl...is your guide. The guide to the truth. The truth that was forever hidden behind your eyes, never to be seen...
"Hidden...?"
Remember her. She...is your guide, your truth...Don't let them take it...
That was it, the voices ceased. He even tried listening for more...nothing. He stared at the girl one more time, still shining and sleeping quitely. "Hell and back...truth...that was hidden from me...take what..?" He was about to ask her something, but then noticed his hands, filled with brain-slime, blood and even some traces of the brain itself. He went back to the dark ocean, washing his hands slightly, then approached her.
"...Uh...sumimasen..." (excuse me) he asked quietly, kneeling down to her, "...are...you alright? Hello?" He was about to tap her on the shoulder, but stopped himself. Something odd, he knew, was going to happen as soon as he touched her. However, he ignored the insecure feeling and shook her gently by the shoulder,
"Sumimasen...?" All that happened was that she immediately stopped glowing as soon as his hand touched her soft skin. "Uh...alright...hey, are you okay?" No answer came from her, still unconscious and sleeping.
Perhaps at the absolute best time, Ryou, Chiisu, Wormmon and Upamon had found their way there.
"Hey, Ken-cha-EEEEEW!!!" Chiisu and Upamon immediately screeched at the sight of Millenniumon's destroyed brain (and a naked girl, for that matter), and Ryou and Wormmon stared,
"How..."
"I dunno, but Ryou-help me wake her up!" He commanded, and he strode over.
"How long has she been asleep?"
"Ever since I found her at the bottom of that ocean," he pointed to the endless darkness, and Ryou scoffed,
"Right, anyone who goes in there has either died or gone horribly, criminally insane." Ken gulped nervously,
"..E-Everyone?" Ryou nodded,
"Every case, there has been no exceptions..." Ken looked worried for a moment, remembering when Millenniumon had held him under the water.
"You okay, Ken?" Worm-chan asked, done examining the brain of the former enemy. Ken nodded in response, feigning a smile, "Yah. I'm okay." Suddenly, Ken's expression changed, and he began screaming in pain.
"Ken-chan! What's wrong?!"
"M-Millenniumon..." he started, collapsing to the ground, but continuing, "...he tried to crush me with his hand or...something...ow..." he fell, unconscious.
Janis and Osamu had continued to be in a large scale battle in the back roads of Tokyo. Janis, insanely fast and powerful, was trying to get a slash in with her large blade, but he easily parried it. Where the scythe had come from, he didn't know. He didn't care, because he had it and knew he'd win. He suddenly slashed down, and everything was silent.
She was on the ground, lying there. Blood leaked out of her mouth and out of a large gash down the centre of her body.
"...luck..." she coughed, "...I will never lose to a pathetic human...never...NEVER...!" With the scythe disappearing, Osamu picked up the assassin carefully, ignoring her futile attempts to escape his grip and her blood all over his arms.
"C'mon," he demanded while she glared at him.
Ryou typed once more at his laptop computer, Chiisu sat nearby, Ken lay sleeping on the floor, still unconscious, and so was the girl.
"Ryou..." He suddenly threw his hands into the air with a look and sigh of exhaustion,
"I knew it...the way he explained it, it's a complete impossibility for a human his size to not be crushed by Millenniumon!" He slammed a fist on the table, "IT MAKES NO F---ING SENSE!!" Chiisu recoiled in shock at the words Ryou had decided to use,
"So, that's what I sound like when I say it?" Ryou nodded from hiding his face on the table, hitting it occasionally.
"Would you two please be quiet?" Worm-chan muttered, Upamon also sleeping in the corner of the room.
"Ryou, do you think..."
"Hmm?"
"That what Ken said was true?"
"...what?"
"When he said he was God, Master..." Ryou then mumbled to himself,
"That's another possibility," Ryou sighed, then added aloud, "I'm going back there, y'know, to check for evidence..."
"But---!"
"Look, if they wake up, just tell 'em where they are (Chiisu's house), and what happened. That's it."
Chii shifted in his chair and Ryou was gone.
Osamu sat nearby the sleeping assassin, not bothering to tend to her wounds due to the fact they were healing themselves, strangely. He had a book of anatomy in his hands, always studying or something book-related. He sighed and stared at Janis, sleeping soundly with her back to him. Curious, he decided to study.
"Let's see here..." he muttered quietly, feeling Janis's side through her shirt, "...kidney..." then he moved his hand to her stomach, "...intestine-slash-stomach..." slowly, he moved his hand, under her shirt, "...rib cage-slash-lungs..." then, his hand still underneath her shirt, reached her heart. Osamu, being a boy of pure logic, felt something strange. Under his hand was a soft area, beating slowly at the same rate of the heart. It was soft, as mentioned, and he could cup his hand around it. He figured out what he was holding a few moments after and blushed, but strangely didn't remove his hand. The quiet, pleasant 'thu-thu-thu' of her heart and feeling it with his hand... was like feeling the existance of a soul within her. He put his other hand underneath her shirt and placed it on the other half of her chest. Janis woke up with a start.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Osamu merely kept staring, carefully feeling where his hands were. What he stated next was in a rock-hard manner,
"Take your shirt off." Janis stared in both shock and awe. Then she started laughing.
"I'm not asking you," Osa stated clearly, angrily, tyrannically, "...I'm ordering you."
Janis leered. Her eyes were a violent, cold red as she replied with a hiss,
"No." Osamu leaned over, his hands still beneath her shirt and face about a few centimetres away from hers,
"Last chance before I use force..." She merely leered some more. Instead of replying in words, she thrust her arm into his neck, then the other in his forehead. He barely realized he'd been punched, but he was busy. He quickly removed his hands and snatched her shirt, tearing it up and over her head. She fought about and tried to land a few more punches, but it was futile. Janis, the Moonlight Assassin, ultimate fighter, now had her entire upper body exposed, and hands tied up above her head by her own shirt. She growled and fought some more, but Osamu tried to calm her with his soothing voice. He took off his glasses and placed his right hand over her heart.
"It's strange," he muttered, "...maybe people do have souls." She said nothing in reply. Her face showed absolute contempt as he kept feeling around her chest. It was violating and...too much.
"Get...your...filthy...hands...offa...me..." she breathed quietly. Osa didn't seem to hear her, dragging his fingers along her silky soft skin.
"So soft..." he kept muttering, "...so soft..."
"Get..your...FILTHY...HANDS...OFF...ME!!!!" She screeched, suddenly breaking her arms free. Osamu, though, still atop her and having the obvious upper hand, snatched her hands and held them down to the matress. He smiled. It was a smile that wasn't quite his...
Or was it...?
He began to laugh while she stared in disgust and shame.
"I thought you'd put up a better fight than this, Shirubi-chan..." her eyes opened wide with the final part of the sentence. He continued, "...so, you don't want me touching you, eh? Fair enough." He smiled again, but she felt uneasy. She just wanted her shirt and to leave... and maybe kill him. Okay, kill him.
"I won't use my hands then..." he stated, and moved his head closer to her skin. She writhed in agony and screamed loudly, but she knew that nobody would help her. This was payback for all the times...everything she'd ever done...it had all come down to this, this...kid...
She felt his tongue along her chest and she shivered. She tried to get her arms free, but no use. Her eyes began to well up with tears as she felt him get everywhere...
"STOP IT!" She pleaded. "STOP IT, PLEASE!!" He was being aggresive, she was pleading for him to stop. She felt low, defeated. His eyes were staring right back at her, wide and alert. A playful tone was in his voice,
"You need to put up a much better fight than that, Shirubi..." She shook her head and her body, but he kept on.
"STOP!! STOP! STOP!" She screeched over and over, but he seemed to be enjoying it somehow. Her exposed body was drenched with saliva, including her face and her chest.
"God, kill me now..." Janis pleaded to herself. She was in immense pain and torment, beyond almost any human could bear. Osamu stopped and looked at her, with a grin on his face. He was hanging right above her as he said,
"You are my servant."
"What...?" He suddenly pulled her close to him, and he yelled to the ceiling,
"O, goddess of divine beauty. Bestow unto me your divine corporal pleasure."
"What the..." He looked back down at her, leering but smiling deviously,
"You are my servant. You will do what I say." She responded, as if in a trance,
"...I...am...your servant..." Her eyes were open wide, but blank. Her red eyes were dull and lifeless. She slowly sat up, and stared straight ahead. Osamu lied back down and smiled a bit.
"Well...?" Janis's eyes then looked intense and focused. She placed her arms on his shoulders and crawled upon him. He smiled and muttered something to himself. It was no more than a game. He was torturing this assassin, making her do something she didn't want to... how? A mystery...
Janis soon stared him in the face. Her hair fell on him while he stared back. Then, with a moment of hesitation, she grabbed the back of his head and their mouths made contact...
Janis suddenly snapped herself awake and pried away from his grip along her back. However, the boy overpowered her, grabbing her about the neck and slamming her head into the nearby wall by the bed several times. Blood began to flow out of her ears and her mouth as he held onto her with one arm and great force. The other hand... was slowly slipping her skirt off. She writhed, she screamed, she fought, she tried. Nothing seemed, however, it would help. Soon he had removed his own clothes and she was back where she had been, lying atop him but his arms now tightly across her back, nails digging into her spine. It was beyond rape. It was beyond anything.
Suddenly, miracle of all miracles, Otoko and Megumi Ichijouji, Osamu and Ken's parents, stormed into the room. They had obviously heard her screaming. In the darkness they saw the horror. Their son, Osamu, lie on the bed with a girl above him, holding her tightly and bleeding. Her blood dripped onto his body and into his mouth, and he seemed to like it. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't move. He kissed her. She tried to fight him, to do something, but couldn't. Both of them were stark naked.
In an attempt to stop the madness, Megumi suddenly pried the girl away from him (with too much effort), bleeding and all. She wrapped her jacket around the unclad little girl, perhaps about Ken's age, and hurried her out of the room.
Before that, though, the two had exchanged glances. Janis had seen Osamu's real eyes. Not the ones hidden behind the glasses, not the ones of a feigned kindness, not the ones always hidden in a book. No, his eyes were full of desire and what one could call evil. The amber fire inside them pierced her very soul as she dashed out of the room with Osamu's mother. Otoko stared him down,
"What...in the absolute hell...!"
Osamu merely answered by covering himself up with the bedsheet and smiling at him, a wide smile that one could define as...
Scary.
Megumi Ichijouji helped the injured girl get dressed. She looked young, about ten or eleven. But her eyes, full of a violent red of confusion and rage, made it obvious she was, in fact, much older.
"Are you okay?" She asked. The taciturn girl responded with no words. She merely ran to the door and out of the apartment.
"What," Otoko began, "in the absolute, f---ing hell were you doing?!"
Osamu, now dressed and sitting at the kitchen table with his parents, shrugged and grinned in reply.
"What in God's name...?!"
"That's enough!" Osamu ordered. An awkward silence filled the kitchen before he spoke again. "You have no idea. Neither of you do. That girl is, in fact..."
"In fact, what...?" Otoko murmured. Osamu smiled again,
"An angel, or something not of this world." He hesitated, narrowing his cold amber stare at his parents. "She doesn't deserve this kind of world, anyways. And neither do I. There are so many pathetic humans here, it makes me sick..."
"Osa--" Magumi shouted, "what are you talking about!?"
He closed his eyes. "How to say this..." he stood up and strode to the door. With that, Osamu's final words to his parents were:
"You're nothing but f---ing insects to me."
"Alright..." Ryou examined the fallen, bloody, rotting remains of the tyrant Millenniumon, none of his questions were being answered, sadly. All he saw was the decapitated brain halves, four sections of the large body, and red all over the place. "Wait..." He examined one fingerless claw, in the palm was a deep, deep slash, perhaps shattering some bones in Milleniumon's hand. It looked brutal, more than anything Ken could've done. Ryou then found another piece of evidence: a little silver feather. It was a normal feather at a glance, but it glistened in the darkness, so bright that Ryou knew it was from Ken's wings.
"Hmm...." He muttered, lifing the feather with a hand, "Ah, it's heavier than a normal feather...ita!" A quick pain came across his fingers, the feather's edge had created a decent-sized cut along the tip of one of his fingers, blood oozing out.
Ryou ignored the blood, but he was still confused and thinking, "That's how..." Then he averted his gaze and stared at the water, which was dark, with red floating across it. Blood. There was, of course, Millenniumon's, but there was another presence of blood...Ken's. Meaning he had been submerged in the evil dark water...
"Ah...I'm sure a child can't become corrupted..." He smiled slightly, even though he knew the truth.
"HEY!" He turned. Janis Sukaraki, the girl with the imperial outfit, metal eye covering, armor, and crystal blade.
"J-Janis?!"
"Where is she, Akiyama?!"
"Who?"
"YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Janis screeched, pulling out her blade and aiming the tip at Ryou's neck, "NOW TELL ME, WHERE IS SHE?!"
"Janis, I don't know what you're talking about..."
"That girl, baka-chan!" She sighed irritably, "...she was here..."
Ryou's thoughts returned to Chii's house... "Ah, yes. But Ja-chan, may I ask why you're looking for her?" She stared at him through her metal helmet, but she took it off then, revealing her violent red eyes,
"It's a real long story, Ryou-san."
"So's mine, but if I can condense that..."
"I dunno how to explain it..." she closed her eyes and looked at the ground. "...I...got hurt...okay...and...and..."
"Janis..."She looked embarrased.
"Anyway, she's not here?" Ryou nodded, "Alright...oh, and Akiyama," she added, turning to walk away and putting her helmet back on, "...that kid, Miraki. Keep him safe, alright?" He gave a hesitant nod and Janis disappeared from veiw in a flash of light.
"I had really better get back to Chiisu...who'd want him to be the first thing they see when they wake up...?"
Ryou had gotten back to the Genjitsu a few hours later, but after Ken had awakened and it was soon the middle of the night. He was almost there, but a little ways to go.
"Why didn't I leave my computer on...?!" He scowled, trudging along the street-light lit streets. Chiisu, meanwhile, had gone to bed and the girl hadn't woken up still. Why was Janis after this girl? She seemed ordinary, aside the fact that Ken had mentioned she was glowing. Speaking of which...
"Huh...what...?" She opened her eyes in the middle of the night, glancing around in the dark, moonlit room. "Ah!" She whispered/screamed, pulling the sheet around her. She then noticed a set of clothes placed next to her, so she snatched them quickly. There was a blonde haired boy in the corner, sleeping peacefully next to a green bug of sorts and a little white ball-like creature. Making sure no one in the room was awake, she breathlessly stepped out of the room, still holding the clothes, and slid into the bathroom across the hallway. It was dark and silent, so she made sure her movements matched. Putting on a large white t-shirt with pink lining and black shorts, she stepped out of the bathroom, a bit less cautious, for she wasn't naked anymore.
She peered around the corner, seeing into the kitchen, and... huzzah! The door! She slinked across the wall, one foot at a time, breathing scarcely, and almost at the door...
"Ah?"
"AH!" She covered her mouth, she was at the door, but as soon as she had tried to open it, Ryou had come in, turning on the lights with it. She had been pushed back to the floor with a light, nearly unheard 'thud'.
"Well, look who's up."
"A---Ah...." she dared not to talk, and struggled to stand.
"How're you feeling, may I ask?" She got to her feet and tried to slide past Ryou. Alas, it didn't work.
"Excuse me, but do you know anything about the Dejitaru, by any chance?" She stopped trying to get past him and hesitated. By now, I should really explain what this mystery girl looked like. She had blue hair like Ken and Osa-chan, and life-filled green eyes. After her hesitation, she shook her head,
"No. I don't know what it is. Really. Though Osa-chan..." She added, "Has mentioned it before..."
"Osa-chan? Osamu Ichijouji, ne?" She nodded.
Ryou stood ahead of her, and she was staring at the floor. "I'm...kinda a close friend of his..."
"Really? Well..." He remembered what Janis had been doing; looking for this girl, "...listen, you, you're in danger here. Janis Sukaraki is after..."
"Who's she?" Ryou hesitated and nearly fell over,
"J-Just be careful..." She sighed, then he glanced at what she was wearing, "Ah, Chii's sister's old school uniform fits you well..."
"Huh?"
"Yah, that kid in there?" He pointed to the room she had slinked out of, "He's Chiisu, Chiisu Kimura. His sister, Christi Kimura, is about 19 now, and she's studying in America. You're wearing her middle school outfit."
"Chiisu...Kimura..." She engraved the name into her mind.
"Need me to walk you home?" She shook her head,
"No...besides, I need to find Osamu-san...I'm sure he's worried..." She began running out the door, then Ryou remembered what he wanted to ask,
"Hey! What's your name?!" She replied happily, but esoterically,
"My name is Memory."
Osamu, leaving and vowing to never speak with his parents again, soon found himself in a land of desolate, dark flames. Unsurprised, he glanced about. Logically, he figured there was nothing for him to fear. Shirubi, Janis still lingered in his mind. He tried as hard as a human mind could to ignore it. An ominous presence was soon behind him.
"Who's there?!" He hollered into the flames, and he then turned around to see where the laugh had came from. It continued laughing. The voice was coming from a luminous pink sphere hanging in the air. Inside it, an...Angel? Yes, to what Osamu had figured, a being with wings, 10 or so, to be exact.
"Osamu Ichijouji, I presume," it, more like 'he', stated. Osa-chan nodded slowly, staring at the encased 'Angel' without blinking. Soon, his eyes began to water from staring, so he had to blink.
"Ye-Yes," Osamu gathered all pieces of courage he had inside himself and spoke confidently, "Yes. I am Osamu Miraki Ichijouji. Now tell me, why am I here...?"
Still night, still darkness, darkness that enveloped the entire city. Ken went into his room quietly. The clock read 2:00 AM. He sighed and dug some pajama clothes out of his closet. "Hmm? What's this...?" Osa-chan's guitar. He hadn't played it much lately, only using it to threaten his little brother, but now he wasn't home, neither were the parents. He didn't question where they all were, for to be honest, he was of course worried, but in a deep down place inside him...he wasn't. He liked them gone. Ken hesitantly picked up the black guitar, holding it carefully in his hands.
"Let's see..." He had never played an instrument before in his life, especially a guitar. Osa-chan had never let him touch the thing, but now... wasn't there. He smiled sneakily and strummed some of the strings, making a quiet humming sound.
"Cool," he muttered, not feeling the need to whisper. He strummed again, making another polite sound. He smiled, pleased at the progress, and flopped onto his bed, still holding the guitar and strumming it gently. He seemed to be humming a tune along with the notes, making it up as he strummed,
"Hmm…hmm….hm…Kodoku…to jiyuu…hmm….hummm…" he strummed some more, "Uraomote…" He nodded at the first line of his 'song' with a look of minor satisfaction. "Togireta kokoro…uhh…kakushite, Me wo tojita mama ten aogu…huh…sounds about right…" he strummed a bit more on the guitar, keeping a beat to the music by tapping his foot on the floor quietly. "Tsuyosa to…ah…what…oh- yowasa kami hitoe, Mune no naifu migaite…err…yah, that sound right, too…" he smiled a bit more, and continued his tune, "Next line…uh…" He closed his eyes, then continued the verse, "Mugen no chikara shinjita no sa…huh…" He opened one eye and glanced at the guitar, and he urged himself to continue, "Hmm…next line…" he noticed his glasses he had received from Janis, and had an idea, "Honne misezu ikiteta kamen kabutte…" He stopped momentarily, then muttered, "Kitto, kitto, kitto sou… sa…ne…will that work…I guess…kitto, kitto hitori shika inai jibun wa kono yo de…" Why he was singing and playing guitar, even muttering words to a song, wasn't normal behavior for Ken. In fact, he was acting strangely ever since the whole thing began…
"Motto, motto, motto tooku, Motto, motto, sora no hate made kake nukete iku only one…" He stopped abruptly and analyzed what he had just said, sang, and played. "Might as well finish…" The rest he sang and played without stopping, as if in a trance.
Fuan to kibou irimajiru
Unmei ni sakaraezu ni
Toki ga kuru no wo matteta no sa…
Tenshi to akuma sorezore ga
Atama no naka de sasayaku
Dochiraka erabu no wa jibun sa…
Dakyou sezu ni yaru no sa kyou mo ashita mo…
Kitto, kitto, kitto sou sa
Kitto, kitto hitotsu shika nai towa no tamashii
Motto, motto, motto atsuku
Motto, motto honki ni natte kagayaite iku, only one.
There was a brief guitar interval, where Ken thought. Mindlessly playing the guitar and thinking about his situation. The Gaurdians, Janis, he was playing his brother's guitar. Oh, well, stuff happens. Ken smiled in that evil way once more and he continued…
Honne misezu ikiteta kamen kabutte
Kitto, kitto, kitto sou sa
Kitto, kitto hitori shika inai jibun wa kono yo de…
Motto, motto, motto tooku,
Motto, motto sora no hate ma de kake nukete iku only one…
Ken decided, since nobody was around, to increase the volume of his song. He was now singing it at nearly a yelling voice, but he didn't care who heard.
Motto, motto, motto tooku
Motto, motto sora no hate ma de kake nukete iku only one.
Sora no hate ma de kake nukete iku only one…
That was it, except for a bit more guitar, then Ken began laughing. Why? Who knew?! Everything the boy did was turning into more and more of a mystery. His laugh was first quiet, then louder, then louder…
He was laughing, something obviously was hysterically funny.
Ken may have been weird, but this…was even more peculiar…
"What're you talking about?!" Osamu screamed to the 'Angel', and his response was another laugh,
"It is true. Since you were born, perhaps even farther back, dare I say, the Revolution, you were destined for it."
"Tha-that can't be true."
"Of course it can…it has been predicted, and here you are, able to withstand the very forces of darkness that would eat away the heart and souls of all humans…all normal humans that is…"
"What're you getting at…?"
"Osamu Ichijouji, no, Chaos, you are one…who will rule this World and beyond. First of all, however, you must regain what is yours."
"Regain what's mine..." he repeated. Something clicked in the working gears of his mind, "...Janis."
The being nodded from it's sphere-like prison,
"...And then there's that boy...He is a threat, a threat to all. His power cannot be contained, and he may even destroy himself, but we need you to get the job done…"
Osa again thought, then fell to the ground…he was kneeling.
"I am at your service, Lucemon." Lucemon grinned,
"Welcome to Hell, Chaos."
Shirubi, still in the guise of Janis, staggered into her apartment. It was dark, but well kept. She propped Sakura by the wall and lay on the couch. She covered her ears, trying to ignore the sound of the world about her. She felt like dying. She'd just been raped, and had absolutely no solitary person to turn to. Getting to wobbly feet, she made her way to the bathroom. The phone soon rang.
"Who the hell is it at this hour...?"
There are things that happen, and there are things that we want to happen.
She let it ring. There were more important things at hand. Like throwing up.
Shirubi could barely keep herself up. Her outfit and armour was covered in her own blood. She vomited on the floor and soon collapsed in it. It was completely humiliating, though nobody was around. Making sure she wouldn't drown in her own fluids, she lay on her side and clutched her knees. She wasn't essentially sad. She was alone. The yellow-green puddle was sopped up by her blue hair, sprawled out. Blood seeped out of her back. To feel somewhat human, Shirubi started to cry. And cry. She couldn't stop. She kept coughing up blood and vomit, but she didn't care. The whole world was against her. She was against the world in the first place. Thus began the process of locking Janis away until one fateful moment...
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"There we go…" Chiisu had woken up with Upamon and Worm-chan, and the three were at work on a project. Ryou suddenly burst into the room.
"Ryou-san?!"
"GUYS, WE MUST GET GOING, NOW!"
"Whyyy…" Upamon asked sleepily.
"There are Digimon…in the Genjitsu!"
The three woke up completely, and then they all ran out.
Osamu walked into Shi's apartment, casual as can be.
"Hey."
With rage-filled, blood-coloured eyes, Shirubi glared at him from her state of complete defeat on the floor.
"Get out of here. Now," she ordered. Osamu shrugged,
"I believe I am the one to give the orders, here, Janis." Shirubi leered some more whilest he continued. "In a strange turn of events, it turns out that you and Sakura..."
"Get out," she commanded again, "...before that blade is shoved into your head."
"Again, that isn't the way it is," he corrected, "I am the one who tells you what to do."
"What the f---ing hell are you talking about?" She questioned as she sat up in her pile of vomit all over the floor. Osamu stared at her, a slight grin on his face,
"Sakura is bound to you by a contract, yes?"
Shirubi nodded, summoning the demon blade in her hands, "What of it?"
"Contract of 'unending rage', yes?"
She was baffled, "How the hell should I know? It all happened too long ago..."
"Well," he spoke, striding over to her and kneeling down to her, "let's just say, I know these things." They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity until he turned to leave.
Just then...
another Shirubi ran into the room.
Shirubi's red eyes flared at the other Shirubi's. The new one stared, confused, at them both. Shirubi, with Sakura in her hands, slammed the blade into the other's stomach. Blood flowed. Kicking her foot into the girl's bleeding side, she pried the blade out and slashed again, this time at her head. Osamu was confounded as he watched one Shirubi beat the life out of the other in a merciless fashion.
After some seconds that seemed like hours of frantic violence, Shirubi dragged her fallen shadow out of the room. She glanced back at Osamu, her red eyes flaming. Her pupil had somehow shaped into a cross over her eyes.
"Don't you dare forget," Osamu warned her as she dragged her prey out of the room by her feet, "...you belong to me."
Ken heard the meyhem from the deck of the apartment. He had put the guitar by the bed, and stared out into the darkness of night, being terrorized by many giant monsters.
"Looks like…I gotta shine…" He jumped onto the railing, when suddenly his parents came into the room. It's unknown at this time where they had been, but the fact was they were there and their son looked like he was about to commit suicide.
"KEN-CHAN!!"
He didn't look back. He merely closed his eyes and let gravity pull him down. Wind whipped his face, visions of the buildings behind, across, and all directions around him flashed by quickly.
"…Fly…" Ken muttered, and soon his two metal wings unfolded. His pristine, cold metal wings lifted him high into the air, and he stared.
"I gotta shine…" He smiled again evily, "I am Master…of this World and beyond."
Sora no hate made kake nukete iku only one…