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Gatomon looked in the room. It was darker than the others. The cat had followed the scent of Nohemon into the room. The cat looked over the room. There were no exits. And she had not sniffed him double backing. Its claws drew up. A little feather shifted. The cat picked it up. It sniffed the feather. A cold shudder ran down the cat's back.
"Something is not right...this feather smells of deletion," Gatomon narrowed its eyes. "Nohemon's deletion..."
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The Gotsumon held a very large banquet that night. The 'heroes' were constantly retelling the story. Mark turned in early and carried his egg with him to the hut he was staying in.
"Hey," called a voice. Mark looked up from his futon quietly. Michelle was standing in the door way. The girl stepped in. "Are you ok?"
"I don't know," Mark furrowed his brow softly. He looked down at the egg that he cradled in his arms. "I know he said he'd be back...but it always seems like we're being pulled apart."
Michelle nodded slowly. She sat down next to Mark. She raised an arm up to the boy's shoulder. "Lucemon...was a very good friend. He gave his life so that he could be with you again."
Mark nodded, "But it feels like I should be able to give more. He's always saving me..."
"You saved him from Phelesmon," said Michelle. She smiled slightly. "He'll be back. Renamon says that this is just like if Lucemon was taking a vacation. He'll be back, but you have to want him back."
"I do!" Mark looked at her. "I want him back more than anything right now. I wish he was here to see the party and eat cake and have juice..."
"You know what you can do..." Michelle stood up and offered her hand to the boy, "You can go to the party and take part in everything and have fun, and when Lucemon comes back, you can tell him all about it and then it will be just like he was there..."
Mark looked up at her and then took her hand.
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Lucemon opened his eyes. There was a glaring light that covered his body. He blinked trying to orient himself to his surroundings.
"Lucemon!" boomed a voice that echoed from everywhere. The angel took up a defensive stance.
"What is happening?" growled the angel. He opened all of his wings widely. "I was forced to reconfigure. Where am I?"
"You are in the presence of the Guardians!" replied the voice. Lucemon narrowed his eyes. There was no one there. Suddenly there was a flash. A young girl appeared in front of the angel. She had short tan hair and a whistle was around her neck. She wore tan clothes save her slightly magenta shorts.
The girl stepped forward. "You are here to be reviewed."
"Reviewed?" Lucemon looked at the girl. "Anubismon..."
"Is indisposed at the moment," said the girl quickly. She looked up at Lucemon. "You were infected by the virus from the Gospel of the Fallen Angel. You put not just your partner at risk but the entirety of the Digital World. You destroyed an entire village of Burgermon, a Growlmon."
"And a Yanmamon," finished Lucemon quietly.
The girl lifted her hand. "We will get to that later."
"Oh," said Lucemon.
"But that is not the only reason you are here," said the girl quietly. She circled the angel and looked him over. "You know of your past?"
"Parts..." said Lucemon quietly. His eyes fell upon the white floor.
"Then you know that you were reconfigured because of a probationary reference from Gennai and Oikawa and by other Guardians..." said the girl. A picture formed in front of the angel. A massive, black dragon filled the sky of the picture. Lucemon could make out the forms of Imperial Dramon Paladin Mode, and Imperial Dramon Fighter Mode, Justimon, Tiger Vespamon, Valkyrimon, Goddramon, and Black MegaGargomon buzzing around the dragon like mosquitoes.
"It wasn't meant like this!" growled a small voice in the picture. The image zoomed into an obsidian sphere that rest under the dragon. Through the murkiness a larva was resting. The image went past the larva, to a small marshmallow like creature that was crying in fear and frustration. "I was only going to bring peace! No one would listen! I just wanted peace!" The figure curled up.
A young boy with a bright green helmet and bright blue eyes and white robes walked up to the figure in the image. "Then give up...your viral part cannot fight back as proficiently if you will not allow it." The marshmallow looked up at the young boy. The boy gave an encouraging smile. "You can inhibit the virus if you wish..."
"Are you sure?" asked the Marshmallow.
"I am sure," said the boy.
Suddenly the seven mega digimon fired and the picture was filled with light and the image of the dragon started to melt away.
"You caused much damage," said the girl as the image faded.
"I stopped much more damage from happening," replied Lucemon. He looked at the girl.
"You would not have had to stop it, if you hadn't started it in the first place," said the girl. She looked at the angel. "The damage you caused forced this world into reformat. We had to borrow data from several alternate Digital Worlds to retain this one's stability. We had to gather configuration data from the Digital World of the Sovereigns. We had to gather stabilizing energy from the world of the Celestial Triad! As such we have had to adopt the characteristics of each of the worlds we borrowed from!"
"I could have swept all of the worlds to nothing if I wished to," replied the angel.
"You would have?" asked the girl. "Did you, no, do you really want to?"
"I told you like I told that boy, I only wanted peace," said Lucemon very tight lippedly. "I could not get you to listen so I searched peace out myself. I was the guardian of the primordial order, I knew the fastest way to get results were to get them through war...I thought it was the only way..."
"You were mistaken," said the girl. She flicked her eyes up. Another image formed. It was a recent one. The image of him, as his Ultimate viral mode destroying Growlmon and attacking D'Archmon, appeared. "This...this is what you did with your probation?"
"I was tricked, by Boogeymon's henchmen!" retorted the angel defensively. He turned to the girl, "You saw it! You are the guardian!"
"I am a guardian," corrected the girl. She rewound the small clipping. "We are still deliberating the extenuating circumstances..."
"'LUCEMON HELP ME!'" shouted the screen. Lucemon looked up to see his viral form quivering slightly with its back to Mark as he took the blow from Yanmamon. "'Lucemon, you saved me!'" called the voice from the scene. Lucemon blinked as the light from Mark's digivice blurred the screen.
"Also upon your reversion to Lucemon," said the girl. The image changed again. Wizardmon was lying on the ground near death. The girl turned and the image froze. "There was a .0001 chance that Wizardmon would have survived his experience without your interference...you saved his life, which in turn saved Mud Frigimon's. There was a 68.23 chance that your energy transfusion would've destroyed you, yet you took the risk..."
"There was no time to think," said Lucemon quietly. "He saved my partner's friends and he saved me...I..."
"Lucemon, you also saved the Renamon's female companion," said the girl quietly. "You did so under the direction of Mark. Was that the only reason?"
"No, the girl was going to die," said the angel his eyes were growing more water filled, "I couldn't let her die! She was young and innocent; she didn't deserve to die because I was an idiot!"
The guardian looked at Lucemon quietly. She turned and another image formed. It was the image of him destroying the village. "We are not sure how to measure this...The Burgermon were also innocent. They did not even actively engage in combat..."
"I know..." said Lucemon. He looked down.
"Why?" asked the girl. She turned to the angel. "Why destroy the Burgermon? Did they threaten you? Did you find offense with them?"
"No, they were just innocent bystanders..." said Lucemon quietly. His eyes closed, "I wasn't strong enough to stop it...I wanted to so very badly to, but it was too strong..." Lucemon dropped to his knees. "I wanted to...but it was too strong..."
"Lucemon," the girl was looking at the angel intently, "You also cured Renamon. You then proceeded to protect your human. You found the power to digivolve...you also found the power to mode change. You could not stop a virus...?"
"It was so strong..." whispered Lucemon. He looked up at the girl. His tears were flooding down his cheeks, "It kept telling me I couldn't...it kept beating me down, I wanted to but it didn't let me! Please understand I wouldn't ever want to hurt Mark, I was trying very hard! I wanted to stop the virus! It was too strong though!" He grabbed the girl by the bottom of her shirt pleadingly, "Please, don't separate me from Mark; if you do the boy will..." Lucemon's eyes widened. "No, you wouldn't! If you did that then, the boy would never be able to work within your plan!"
The girl crooked her eyebrow slightly, "Are you worried about the Digital World, or the boy?"
"The boy!" shouted the angel. He looked at the guardian, "If you don't let me back he'll think that he doesn't want me back, Guardian please! If you do that to him he'll never see his true potential you'll be forced to return him to the Human world! If you separate him from his brother he'll only grow worse! He'll be covered in shadow and will be shattered at his core!"
The girl smiled softly. "Then...the Guardians have decided, Lucemon, your data will be transferred to the unhatched digi-egg, where you will reclaim your life as destined digimon of the Child of Hope!" With that proclamation the universe fell dark.
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AN: A short chapter, rather in and out. A little pre-shadowing of the universe, and how it got the way it did. I hope this satiates the curious minds for right now, and incase you're wondering yes, The Guardians mentioned in this chapter are the Guardians of Hope and Light, both taking on the child forms of the 01 and 02 children of their particular crests.