Memory Part II: The Battle of Takeh Fields
Chapter I: Myaki in ruins…
By Salamon2
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Salamon says "What a boring prologue…"
Salamon2 says "But it sets up the rest of the story, for you won't really hear what those counties are doing while this battle occurs…"
Salamon asks "Fine… I assume the story will be more interesting from this point forward?"
Salamon2 says "I think so…"
Salamon says "Then let's see if our readers think so... Salamon2 doesn't own Digimon..."
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Kuroimon smiled as he looked down over the city of Myaki, he smelled in the air the odor of freshly deleted Digimon. The city had changed a lot since he had last been there on the island; he had always hated the fact that most of the Digimon on the island had hated him, which was why now they were getting their well deserved punishment. The Parliament building had already been destroyed and Kuroimon smiled as he watched as his newly Digivolved comrades of Tankmon, MetalGreymon, and Mechanorimon bombed the city with bombs and shrapnel. His plan was already, all he had to do was find that worthless boy which was their monarch. He walked down through the cities.
His memories of Digimon, mainly Gommamon, playing in the streets seemed to be wherever he turned, the destroyed city that he stood all around within the body he had stolen. Soon the memories of what it had been seemed to shine above as if they were two realities competing for existence. But all Kuroimon had to do to destroy the image or memory was lift a hand and it would vanish, but no he watched on as the Gommamon and other Digimon played happily. They were playing mock battles, ball games, and racing competitions. But then Kuroimon turned and saw what he had tried to repress over those thousands of years, himself being beaten and teased by the Betamon, Gommamon, and Gazimon. He saw his once small white body being clawed, scratched, and torn. While other Digimon played, while other Digimon talked. Older Digimon passed and acted as if it were nothing. Then he saw his other past self, the blonde human walking and talking with Digimon, somewhat happy. His Tokomon self faded and his human self became prominent and the anger cooled, but then the image of being a Tokomon appeared and his human self faded and the anger returned, and he lifted a hand and all of these images vanished.
He stormed away from where he had dwindled so long and he marched immediately for the Parliament building, and he saw several bodies of Digimon, dieing, Digital Information streaming off of them. He smiled wickedly as the Digimon who had tortured his Digimon self were dieing. Then he saw another form, more recognizable.
"Betam… why if I didn't recognized the scar on your right foot I wouldn't have known it was you…" said Kuroimon
"King Takevi! Save us! You were right!" cried Betam at Kuroimon, this only made Kuroimon smile wickedly, his plan had succeeded.
"I am not your King. I am the Digimon ruler of Digitopia, freedom fighter for all Digimon who do not ally themselves with Humans, like you do. I look like him because it is my purpose to capture him, kill him, and infiltrate his army. Then lead them to their defeat. I am in possession of this body even though I am a Digimon, I was once a Tokomon which you, yes you Betam, used as a punching bag. I am so glad to return the favor…" said Kuroimon and he punched the rookie, who exploded into thousands of bits of data. Kuroimon smirked and smacked his hands against each other until it was clean of Betam's filth. And then a feeling over came him and he lifted a piece of debris, to find an unconscious blonde teenager, about sixteen. He smiled, for he knew this had to be their King, the renegade monarch he had overthrown. He stared at him, and laughed, his plan was all but complete. He reached down at his feet and picked up a jagged piece of marble. He then placed his hand on the teenager's left shoulder, raised his right hand with the jagged rock, and prepared to thrust it into the heart of Takevi, but as his hand touched the shoulder of the King of Takaishi, he felt a burning sensation attack his left hand. He quickly picked up his hand and examined it, dropping the jagged rock on the ground, and he saw that the body he possessed contained first degree burns, and soon, he felt as his feet touched the body of the teen, the burning sensation upon them as well. Kuroimon looked upon the body as he backed away. On the chest of the teenager glowed a symbol, a symbol that was the royal insignia of Takaishi, if flashed with a golden color, and at each flash, Kuroimon felt a surge of pain traverse throughout his body, he fell to his knees with the pain and grabbed his head, the wall that he had used to lock away the boy was cracking. But the flashing ceased as quick as it had started, and the mental wall which held Touchi in reestablished itself. Kuroimon regained his status and flagged down a Mechanorimon.
"Take this human to the hill we had been on, and do not do anything to him until I come…"
"I shall do what you say King Kuroimon…" said the Mechanorimon.
"Good…" said Kuroimon.
It was only a minor setback, but in the end Takaishi would meet its doom all the same.
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To Be Continued…
Next Time: Chapter II: On the Ferry
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