Victory, defeat, stalemate, life, death. Noble words, words which have nothing to do with this odd, disjointed story.
This tale is, at least in theory, a story of courage, friendship, love, curiosity, purity, sincerity, hope, and light. It is also a story that has been going for ten chapters already and should not be introduced like this.
That said, after ten short chapters and one disjointed half-chapter that doesn't really count, Miyako Inoue was bored.
Then she was eaten by a rampaging Monochromon, and her digested corpse was no longer bored.
But things were still the same, the random death of Miyako was something that had happened many times before in this story, nothing was ever changing…
In life, there are those choices we all make. To live or to die, to abandon a friend or risk your life to save him, to pick Charmander, Squirtle, or Bulbasaur... A choice like this is what would soon have to be made. When creating a character, one must often choose their class, fighter, rogue, cleric, or mage.
But the one who created this digimon was lazy, and so he just rolled up random personality traits and a class/race combo instead, and ended up with a Wizarmon with five levels as a fighter.
This combination was an odd one, and while the Wizarmon was very good at killing things with his staff, his actual fighting ability was incredibly weak for a level five Wizarmon. For that reason, he attacked the chosen children.
(A statement that has no innuendo inherent in it whatsoever, even if "killing things with his staff" is a common statement in ecchi-oriented anime and manga!)
(Okay, YOU try finding a melee weapon that hasn't been used as a euphemism for that stuff. Not so easy, is it, oh readers?)
Change was a rare thing… Sure, actual change was common here, the world had been blown up at least three times, but it still seemed to be the same endless cycle, yet another setup for attempted joke after attempted joke, the plotline faltering. Some would look back on the first few chapters, when there was a semblance of continuity from chapter to chapter, and while amusing things did happen, there were traces of a larger story underneath.
But the author had lost his notes regarding that larger story, so such a restoration was impossible.
Instead…
Yukio Oikawa was not a happy swarm of butterflies these days. The digital world he had died to seal, even when it seemed a decent life was before him, had been blown up numerous times. Understandably, this saddened him slightly.
Still, if this was the price of avoiding the dark future he foresaw at his death, a future that was horribly and utterly wrong, even if it was reasonably peaceful, it was worth it.
He was still sad though. Then again, save a brief interval of a few minutes, he had always been sad since Hiroki's death.
In sharp contrast to this, Miyako(Who had learned Vamdemon's secrets, hence her frequent returns.) was happy. She couldn't tell what the source of this happiness was, the "magic spring of happiness" was not beneath her…
(Also not a euphemism. Will you people get your minds out of the gutter yet?)
However, as she was the closest thing digimon adventure had to a character in the Excel/Nuku nuku mold, it would ultimately be her role to do what must be done, but what no others could bring themselves to do…
"You want me to WHAT?" Miyako asked, flustered.
"Don't all good fics start with human-on-digimon sex?" A disembodied voice responded.
"You need to read fanfics in places other then the digiartist's domain, the digimon hentai zone and AFFN." Miyako answered, and then began to do depraved things to Sora for no apparent reason.
"Ano…" Takeru began timidly, not wanting to anger the Evil One.
Miyako glared at him, Takeru fell silent, and the author at last proved he wasn't a complete raving Sokeru fanboy.
Were Hikari a normal person, this would have provoked a reaction of some sort. Then again, if Hikari was a normal person, Mugen Dramon would still be terrorizing the Numemon, and Dagomon, while still single, would have to find someone else to bug.
"Shouldn't you be reacting?" Takeru asked, confused. "I though you and Miyako were…" He began, and was then impaled from behind by Stingmon. "Nani?"
The Digimon Kaiser smiled evilly, knowing Daisuke was now his for the taking.
A simple flower, twenty wooly mammoths, a fainting spider-woman. Nothing could heal Black War Greymon's heart… So he went around doing horrible, horrible things, and Oikawa was again a sad group of butterflies, having died for nothing.
Then again, Black War Greymon had died for nothing as well, and not even Iori could save either of them.
Ultimately, this fic may have a plot, but the plot is known only to the gods.
And as that is as good a transition sentence as any, the gods shall now be seen, conversing and wondering what the hell went wrong in this world, especially as "absence of the gods" is necessary for serious chunks of this fic to make sense.
But the workings of the gods are not meant to be known by men, so instead we turn to the workings of the Old Ones, or just the only Old One to appear in the sagas of Zero-two. Background music, that which had been so common and upbeat, was either absent entirely or cold, slow, and distant… Tailmon was oddly sad, Patamon was having a strong feeling that they had went through this episode before, and Koushirou was placed on the throne of the Republic of File City.
Then Cthulhu traveled across the worlds and ate Hikari.
Daisuke, meanwhile, was still in the possession of extraterrestrials, but no one cared. Ken probably would have, but he was busy torturing Takeru and such.
The digital world was, of course, an interesting place. Boring places don't have this many fanfics written using them as a setting. That other world, though, the world where many knew the tales of the chosen, the world that regularly sent warriors to fight in the mighty wars of fire between good(Represented as Taito) and evil(Represented as Taiora), was in decline.
With the possible exception of Gundam Wing, but we all know people just like it for the bishies anyway
There were many reasons for this. Warfare, the invention of nuclear weapons, backstabbing corporations, the fact that their prosperity was built on a finite resource they didn't have much backup for… But none of these were the particular problem.
That order that once called itself the digimon fandom had fallen into disarray. Their love of digimon was declining, and gaining new blood to replace those who had departed was a difficult task…
Worse, people had started to write Taikari fics en masse.
The reader, at this point, might want to point out that FFN had been overwhelmed with Takari fics for ages, and that the author, lacking a beta reader, made another stupid typo. This is wrong, for the truth is too horrible to bear…
While Yamakeru, and in a slightly related world Koukou, were noble, heroic incest pairings involving reasonably attractive bishounen and yaoi, the depravity of Taikari knows no bounds.
But since logic and avoiding depravity has never mattered in the digital world, the Taikari fans emerged triumphant on the field of battle.
A way to say "Battlefield" while adding four characters to the word and making the story seem longer, along with inflating the word count by two.
And so Taichi and the eaten Hikari, not twisted enough to support the ways of the fandom, went into hiding, in some distant corner of the digital world, protected by their loved ones…
(Daisuke and Sora. I won't match them up to their loved ones, since you can make a plausible case for Daichi, Taiora, Sokari, and even Daikari. If you can't, you aren't a proper digimon fan.)
As the fanboys charged across the hills…
But in this many-sided coupling war we call the digimon fandom, there was one side that could truly be trusted. A side fighting for a quite plausible coupling, a coupling between characters who had saved each other's lives, their love so strong that one had to be convinced not to leave the other's side, even if it was the only way to save both world… Two characters that had truly been close for the whole series, or at least until Sora suddenly dropped off the face of the earth sometime in the late Kaiser arc and brought the other into sadness… And those who supported them are truly this world's hope.
However, the five Sokeru supporters were soon overwhelmed by the armies of Sorato fans, and all was lost, thus bringing about the end…
Notes:
There are many things that have odes or tributes written to them… Joy, for instance, or love, or famously, a small green lump of putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morning.
The digimon fandom is an odd choice for such a thing, but it is truly an interesting and fun place, and for so long it has been my home… This is all I can write with my creativity on such a thing, and I still have my other tales to work on, tales that may someday shape this fandom, instead of just admiring and confusing it…
"Stop that! This fic shall continue!" Chibi-Miyako yelled, reviving again and smiting the author. "And stop putting in so many ellipses, even if you are lethargic, hyperactivity is the basis of all anime-influenced insanity!"
"But… Ultimately… I live no longer…"
"Then write from beyond the grave, damn you!"
"No one's reading this far anyway…"
"Yes they are, I'll upload it and let the readers prove it to you!"
"No… I can not let such a thing happen!" The author shouted. "Never shall I let you be paired with Mimi, such an obviously one-sided pairing must never be allowed in this fic, and I know you'll throw in such a thing!" He said, glowing with a blue aura of death.
"But Mimi-chan's so hot!" Miyako wailed, and the author, disgusted by lolicon, sent her flying back into the digital world.
Then he uploaded the chapter in his boredom.
