I do not own digimon. Many of the characters in here ARE mine though, but not most. Digimon is a trademark of toei or abc or something…
Digimon: zero three
Chapter nine
The great ronin slash
Jon looked from side to side. He sighed, then opened his backpack. It was raining, so the digidestined were stuck in a cave.
"Us, the great saviors of the digital world, were stuck in a cave because of little rain." Jon mumbled, leering at the gameboy he had pulled out of his sack. "Well, it could be worse…" Joe said, as he walked by the disgruntled teen. Just then, Jon's game of advance wars blooped to black, and the LOW BATTERY light popped up on the side of the handheld.
Jon looked up at Joe and just glared at him.
Wolvmon looked down at Sabermon and just glared at him.
Sabermon was the king of the hunters, and also one of the few left who had not yet been killed, by the destined, the training, or xaimon himself. He was a large, muscle-bound man. He was almost indestructible, and faster then almost any other digimon. He was also a royal prick, and wolvmons rival for as long as he could remember.
"My lord, Xaimon, we have located the digidestened. And this time they will not survive. I myself will see it done." Sabermon said in a confident voice. Xaimon looked down at the blonde haired monster.
"If you fail…" Xaimon began, but the warlord cut him off. "I shall NOT fail, my lord." Xaimon looked taken a back for only a second, but he then nodded. Sabermon smiled evilly, before turning around and walking away. As he walked, he looked up and smirked up at wolvmon. Wolvmon stared angrily at him.
Wolvmon waited a minute after sabermon left, then turned to Xaimon.
"Why him?" Wolvmon asked angrily. Xaimon looked at the wolf like monster in front of him. "He is the leader of the hunters. He is maybe my best assassin. And he is sadistic and cruel, meaning the digidestined's deaths will be slow and painful. But I do not remember having to explain my choices to you, wolvmon." He said, a small thread of annoyance in his voice.
Phoemon looked at the pissed off beast in front of her, then at her master. "Please forgive him, my lord." She said, bowing to Xaimon. "He and sabermon have been enemies as long as I can remember." The tall man looked at her for a second, then nodded. "I do not belive sabermon will succed, wolvmon. I belive he will fall, or return in shame. If he returns, you may dispose of him."
Wolvmon nodded, still mad but content with this agreement. "Leave." Xaimon said simply, and the prelates left the room. After the door was closed, Phoemon turned to wolvmon and looked angrily at him. Her wings spread out, and she opened her mouth to say something, but wolvmon spoke first. "Thank you, sister. Phoemon looked at him, sighed, then folded her wings. She smiled at wolvmon. Just don't do it again, she said, before walking off to catch up with Rubmon. Wolvmon stood there, alone in the hallway, and felt more lost then ever before.
The rain had yet to stop. Jon sat sadly in a corner of the cave. Kunemon crawled next to him and asked "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." Kunemon looked at his partner, shrugged, then lid next to him. Jon stared sadly into space. His hand in his pocket, wrapped around an egg.
He did not pretend to know the symbol on the yellow and red object, but he kept it in his pocket. He could show it to izzy, but then everyone would know he had it. he was saving it. The others had saved lives with their eggs. He wanted to do that to. He tried to distract himself by looking at some markings in the wall behind him, but the darkness shrouded the picture.
Suddenly, there was a loud "AAAHHH!" from the entrance of the cave. Jon looked up, expecting to see Mimi running by with spiders in her hair, but not what happened next. A giant blonde man ran into the cave and shouldered Ryan, Sora, and Cody before anyone could say "What….
Claire looked up. Her friends were being beat, bad. She and Candlemon looked around. Claire looked to the left. Nothing there. She looked to the right. Blood red eyes stared at her. She could see old blood on his fangs, claws in his hands…Claire fell backwards, fainting from fear. Candlemon turned to sabermon in time to be smacked across the face into the stonewall.
Jon crept through the rocks he was sitting behind. Kunemon looked at his partner and nodded, before a bright flash heralded the appearance of drimongmon. The man, in the meantime, had beaten the others into unconscious. He smiled to himself. He had not killed, wounded, or seriously hurt any of them…yet. There was a sudden movement, so small it could be a mouse of even a leaf blowing in the wind, yet sabermon saw it.
The next thing he knew, he was holding drimongmon horn a foot away from his chest. "Close, but not close enough." Sabermon said as he smirked, before flinging drimongmon to the side. He then turned to Jon and smiled. "Give up, and I might be quick." He said, a grin on his face. Jon had no other choice. He pulled his fist out of the pocket, and still holding the egg, slammed it into sabermons face while shouting "SCREW YOU!"
There was a flash of light. Sabermon covered his eyes in pain, screaming. Jon looked behind him for one second and read the description. It was the crest on the egg. Under it read the legend: THE CREST OF WILL
Drimongmon charged the blinded foe. Jon raised the egg and yelled, "digiarmour-energize!" a beam of light slammed into drimongmon, and he kept running. Only thing was, he was now in a samurai suit of Armour, brandishing a sword, and a voice boomed roninmon.
"Great ronin slash!" the Digimon yelled, as he slashed his sword in a vertical swipe and blue fire shot at sabermon. Still blinded, the beast didn't see the blue flame slice him, until he fell in two and exploded into data. Jon cheered, which awoke many of the others. He soon found himself telling the story to his friends, and didn't stop until the rain had stopped also.
Wolvmon stood out on the balcony, staring at the stars. The plan was set. He and Bradocmon would attack with wolvmon's hand picked recruit team. They would do whatever he ordered. They had also said they served him, not Xaimon. He looked into the night. The next day would bring the hardest choice he would ever know, he knew it. He just wished he had more time to think. But he didn't. His mind was made. He sighed sadly, and looked to the stars again. He spent many hours thinking there.