Digimon zero three
Chapter four: ruined promises
Tai looked proudly at his friends. They all seemed happy to be together again. He smirked, remembering how they all hated each other the first time they got here. He still remembered how he had always called izzy some name and always fought with matt. Now they were his best friends.
"You've done a good job Tai." Came a voice from right behind him. Tai turned, surprised, and almost fell off the rock he was standing on. He turned and saw sora. She was smiling.
"Oh! Hey sora!" Tai said, a little too cheerfully. She was a goddess in Tai's eyes. "What do you mean by a good job?" he said as an afterthought.
"You know," she said simply "leading us. We wouldn't have made this far without you."
Tai blushed, but tried his best to not let it show. "I had your help." He said.
"Yeah, but not as much as you." She proclaimed stubbornly. She was involuntarily moving closer to Tai.
"You led the second generation." They got closer. "You give the others confidence." Tai realized they were close but didn't stop. "You saved me from…datamon…" she trailed off. They were mere centimeters apart now. Both moved in closer. Tai could feel her soft breath on his face…
"TAI! SORA! C'MON!" It was matt. The two turned with lighting speed. The two looked at each other for half a second, and then ran to the others.
"This close, THIS CLOSE" Tai murmured under his breath as he reached the others. Izzy was looking at a map of the digital world on his laptop. Matt turned to Tai when he got there.
"Izzy says we should head to andromon's city." Matt said. "He can't get in contact with andromon." Tai nodded and looked at sora. She had a look on her face that made it impossible to tell if she was relieved or sad that they had been stopped. He turned to the others and said in a loud confident voice that didn't show his uncertainty about sora,
"Lets go!"
Wolvmon and Rubmon stood outside of xaimon's huge citadel, watching the stars. Wolvmon's hand blades were sheathed, and Rubmon had taken off his chest plate, which concealed a long x scar.
They were waiting for a chance to see xaimon about beamon's peculiar actions since the two hunters were killed. He was rarely leaving the training grounds and didn't come to meals anymore. It had been two days since then, and Wolvmon was starting to worry about his comrade.
"Nice night." A voice said, snapping Wolvmon out of his stupor. The wolf Digimon turned to his comrade. He then looked up.
"Yes. It is." He said, gazing at the stars. There was a pause, and then Wolvmon said, "Why do we do this, Rubmon?"
Rubmon rolled his eyes. This was the fourth time he had been asked this question in the last week.
"It is because we are Digimon without a death wish." Rubmon said with a small smile, remembering what had happened to any Digimon who had not obeyed xaimon.
"Yes, but we know he is evil." Wolvmon continued. Rubmon started to frown. "We both know that sooner or later, the digidestined will destroy him. Part of me wishes for it to be sooner then later."
Rubmon turned to his fellow prelate. "I should turn you over for heresy for saying those words," Rubmon said threatinly. Then the frown was replace with a smile. "But then what kind of a friend would I be?"
Wolvmon smiled weakly as a trumpet horned and the two friends walked into the main chamber.
As they walked in, beamon left with a small bag thrown over his shoulder. The two companions looked up at xaimon questonly.
"Before you ask, beamon is on a special mission for me." Xaimon said, then turning to Rubmon. "What do you want, my prelates?"
Rubmon blinked, and then said, "You answered my question, my lord. Thank you." He turned on his heel and left. Wolvmon looked up at the fierce dark Digimon. Part of him wanted to ask the questions he had been promised answers for, and the entire reason he had joined along side Rubmon. He decided against it. He then silently turned and walked away.
Xaimon knew what he wanted to know. And he wouldn't tell Wolvmon the answers he seeks. If he did, then he would lose his strongest soldier. Xaimon turned to his chair when he heard a familiar voice.
"When are you going to tell him, Xaimon?"
Xaimon drew his long dark sword and looked angrily at diremon. The brothers looked almost the exact same, except for the eyes and hair. Diremon's shinning blue eyes showed love and compassion while his long golden Lockes covered his face.
"You heard their conversation?" diremon asked simply. "He knows the fate that befell devimon awaits you." Xaimon just watched, letting his anger grow. "I mean, devimon was beat by a bunch of champions. Even Etamon was stronger then that, and we all know he was a raging lunatic." Xaimon tightened his fingers on the hilt of the weapon. "How much longer do you think you'll last, dear brother?"
"SHUTUP!" xaimon screeched, charging and bringing the sword through his brother's chest. Diremon looked down at where the sword now rested in his chest, and smiled as he walked backwards, away from the sword.
"Tomorrow, same time, same place? Yes? Good." He said, in the same manner as friends say when they go home for the day. Diremon grinned a child's smile and walked through the wall. Xaimon sheathed his sword.
"I killed you diremon," he said through gritted teeth. "Why won't you stay dead?"
The digidestined had been walking for two days now, when they finally saw smoke. "It's the city!" Kari said happily. She would get too see andromon again. The group of teenagers ran too the smoke, expecting too see the factory chimney billowing. The older destined gasped when they got close enough to see, and the new destined looked on in amazement and horror.
They were right. The factory was giving off the smoke. Or at least it was the ruins of the factory giving off smoke.
The digidestined walked attentively inside the ruins. They looked in sadness at all the damage that had been done. Rose noticed a small glimmer of sunlight reflecting off what looked like a metal head.
"Guys…" she said scared. "What's that? Tai looked at where she was pointing and yelled "Andromon!"
The other destined looked over in surprise and ran forward. It was indeed andromon, and he was crushed by a piece of machinery. He opened his green eyes in time to see a large orange dinosaur he had once fought picking the fallen piece of iron off him. He turned and saw the old friends he had made years ago.
"Digidestined!" he said in his regular monotone. The destined smiled at him, and then helped him to his feet.
"I knew you would come," he said smiling. "So I saved these for you." He outstretched his arms and opened his huge fists. Inside them were two small tags. And in them…
"The crests of courage and love!" Sora yelled happily as she slipped the tag around her slender neck. Tai walked into the daylight as he fixed his crest around his neck also and said seriously "Andromon, who did this?"
Before andromon could answer, a voice came out of nowhere. "Allow me to answer that. It was I."
The destined turned and saw a muscular blue Digimon crouching on a pillar, with a sack over his arm. He was smiling evilly at the group of kids.
"I am beamon," he said. "And I'm the last thing any of you will ever see."
Hey guys. How'd you like it? Sorry it took so long. I'm also sorry that my e-mail keeps getting cut off. I'd like to remind you all that I'd love some art of the characters. Just go to my profile for the e-mail.