I don't own Digimon, or the idea behind thischapter's title origins.
Saturdays Are Right For Fighting
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It was morning, Saturday morning. Janet opened a wary eye. "It's morning?" grumbled the girl quietly. She looked down at herself. She was wearing the same clothes as she was the day before. She grumbled again.
"My dear, you're up finally," said a small voice. Janet closed her eyes and made a soft groan. An aged face appeared before her in a soft blue sweater. "You must have done something extremely exhausting yesterday; you slept all afternoon and night. We couldn't even wake you to eat, let alone for mosque..."
"Lots of playing…" murmured Janet half awake.
"Well, breakfast will be ready soon enough, you're mom should be getting home soon too," sighed the old man quietly. "Double shifts…" The man shook his head. "Well I'll let you clean up…"
The old man stood slowly and then walked out of the room. Janet dropped her hand down. There was a soft yelp as a golden puff ball wriggled out from under the sheets.
"You're grandfather?" asked the golden ball with a smile.
"Yes…" replied Janet as she got up.
She grabbed up some clothes from her dresser and quickly grabbed up the little golden fox ball and moved out of her room across the hall to a white room of tile and porcelain. She put her clothes and Viximon on the edge of the sink and then slowly turned the water to a large tub on. She waited for the water to gain the correct temperature and then depth. She shut the water off. She then stripped down, took a wash rag from a small cabinet and grasped Viximon and slid into the water with a sigh.
Viximon floated on the water's surface. "This is really nice…"
"I know…I didn't even put the bubble mix in the water…" whispered Janet as she dunked herself gently into the water. She applied shampoo and then repeated the dunking running her hands through her short brown hair.
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"Janet is acting very odd," whispered the old man quietly as he stepped into the sun drenched kitchen/dining room.
"She is twelve," replied another man who was watching a pair of eggs jiggle in a skillet. "It's one of those odd times in every person's life."
"I suppose," replied the older man quietly. "It's just difficult, Andrew, thinking that she'll be that age…soon."
"I know," replied the man at the stove. He sighed quietly. "She must have really exhausted herself yesterday; I wonder what they did that was so tiring?"
"She said playing," replied the old man.
"Must have been one hell of a game," said the man at the stove.
"Do you need to bring that unholy realm into this discussion?" chastised the older man.
"Now, dad, you don't even believe in it!" Andrew looked up at the man but the elder only glared that much more, "Sorry, father," said the man at the stove less than sincerely. The man looked up and smiled, "Morning, sleepy head." The young girl that the two had been speaking of stepped into the kitchen. A golden stuff toy rested under her arm.
"Morning, dad," yawned the girl. "What are we having for breakfast?"
"Scrambled eggs," replied the man at the stove. "And maybe some sausage if I can find out where your mother hid it…"
"It's in the fridge, under the cheese," replied the girl quietly. She was stroking the little, golden, stuffed toy she held.
"My you are attached to that thing, aren't you?" said the old man as he got up and walked to the girl. The girl looked up with trepidation as the man walked forward. "Janet, is something wrong?"
"No…it's just…I want my personal space please…" Janet replied as she backed away from the old man.
"I see," said the old man quietly. He sat back down.
"A friend of yours called this morning," said the man at the stove. He turned his face and a pair of hazel eyes looked at Janet, "I think it was Amy, she said something about shopping for clothes…"
"Oh she must mean for…" Janet stopped in mid-sentence, "for a friend of ours."
"I said I'd tell you, but I wouldn't expect you to come, since, you'd have no way there," said the man quietly. "I have to go to show a house today, and your mother will want to sleep…"
"Oh don't worry about it, Andrew," said the old man. "I can drive her…"
"Grandfather…" Janet gulped loudly. "I-I really don't have to…"
"Nonsense, you deserve a little time with your friends," replied the old man quickly. "Especially on Saturday, that's what Saturday's are made for, fellowship with one's friends…I just wished some wouldn't take it as far as others…"
"But…" Janet started to but the old man's brown eyes intensified, "Ok…"
"Now, where are those eggs?" said the old man as he rubbed his hands together.
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The old man pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the entrance, "I'll be at the hobby store, if you need me, I have to find some quilting supplies for the Women's Group…"
Janet nodded and turned carrying Viximon in her arms. She looked down at the gold fox and smiled. "Well at least we won't have to deal with him..."
"He's not so bad," said the fox with a smile. "Though I will admit that he is slightly creepy…"
"Yeah…" she looked up, "But in comparison…" She pointed forward. Amy was pushing a baby carriage and wearing a yellow sun hat and a soft blue dress and shirt.
"Uh…well," Viximon searched for words that would to catch her feeling, but to no avail.
"Hey, Janet, you made it!" smiled the girl as she pushed the stroller forward.
"Hi," chirped Penguinmon. She popped her head out of the stroller, a red bonnet on her head and a dress over her body.
"Get back in there before someone notices!" yelped Amy as she stuffed the penguin back into the stroller. She looked up at Janet, "We really don't have much time; we're supposed to meet up with Brendan and the others after lunch. He called all in a fit about something with digimon and human something or other; tell you the truth he was talking so fast I couldn't pay attention…"
Janet sighed and nodded, "So we are buying clothes for Lucemon?"
"Yep, I got my father to give me some money…" said Amy with a smile.
"It must be nice…" Janet sighed quietly.
"Well, most of it is my allowance, I've been owed for a month," replied Amy. She smiled and turned to the door, "let's get in there and get some clothes for our friend…"
"Ok," said Janet as she put Viximon in the stroller and pulled the door open. "Though I don't know why you want me to go with you…"
"Oh, you know how boy's are, it's much easier to buy clothes with another one of the girls," smiled Amy as she walked through the door into the mall.
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The interior of the mall was significantly darker than the sunlit outside. It took a few seconds for Janet's eyes to adjust to the light difference. When she did get adjusted she noted the brick floor, the stores that lined the corridors and the vendors that were in the corridor as well as benches and potted plants and trees. An escalator was lifting people up to a second floor, which was visible from the ground floor.
"Come on, this way," said Amy as she pushed forward, "There are some elevators this way…"
They walked up to a line of metallic doors. The door they stood in front slid open releasing a friendly ping upon opening. The two girls, with Amy pushing the carriage, walked in and the doors released a metallic hiss as they closed. Amy pushed a button that glowed brightly and then the small closet lurched into action. A soft vertigo flexed up the girl's legs as the elevator rolled up the cable it was attached to and then it came to a soft stop and the doors swept open pinging a second time.
Amy pushed the carriage forward and then Janet followed her. "There is the store…" She pointed forward to a store. It had a number of multi-colored T-shirts and racks of jeans. Above the walk in entrance the sign read 'Comfort Emporium', "That's the cheapest place to buy T-shirts and sweat pants and shorts and such in the entire mall, mainly because they don't carry a lot of brand names…but I don't think Lucemon would care; do you?"
"I think he'd rather not have any clothes besides what he wears…" replied Viximon with a giggle.
"Shh…" hissed Janet as she looked around to see if anyone noticed.
"Let's just go," said Amy as she walked past Janet pushing the carriage. She walked down the path to the store and went in, Janet closely behind.
It only took a few seconds for Amy to start picking out T-shirts. She had to guess as to Brendan's size and then added a size and a half to accommodate for Lucemon's wings. The first shirt was bright yellow and had a happy face design on its front.
"Well?" Amy drew the shirt up to show Janet.
"Uh, I thought we were supposed to make him inconspicuous…" replied Janet quietly.
"Good point…" Amy put the shirt back and then pulled a black shirt with white writing on it, with a skull and cross bones that said 'I'm a Rocker'. "Uh…?"
"I don't see Lucemon with a guitar or a drum set…" Janet shook her head.
Amy pulled a third shirt out with that was red with two images on it. One was a white angel with a coy grin and then other was a black devil with that was snickering. Janet smiled. Amy returned the grin, "I think we have a winner…"
"Definitely," replied Janet quietly. Amy then turned and pulled out some more shirts, most were bland red or blue or dark green. One was advertising a sports team. They were quick to snatch up a few jeans.
"With the special sale today your total comes to thirty dollars and fifty six cents," said the cashier quietly. Amy blinked and looked at the money. "Is there a problem…?"
"No…no problem…" replied the Amy as she drew the money from her purse and gave it to the woman. The woman smiled and took the money and put the clothes into a bag and handed it back to Amy.
"Ok, now what?" whispered Janet quietly as they walked out of the store.
"Window shopping, I just drained the money I had…" replied Amy quietly.
"Uh…guys…" whispered Viximon quietly. The little digimon was shaking slightly.
"What is it?" asked Amy quietly.
"Digimon…" whispered Penguinmon quietly.
"What?" the two girls yelped together.
"Big digimon…" added Viximon. The fox hopped up and scanned the crowd.
"It's impossible, there is no one here but humans…" whispered Janet as she attempted to put Viximon back.
"Wait…" Amy whispered as she put her hand on Janet's shoulder. "That's what he said…that the digimon had gained the ability to seal their image from human eyes…"
"That means…" whispered Janet. She looked up. She saw her grandfather talking to another man. He was adorned in a black jacket and black pants. He had lavender hair. Janet's grandfather looked up and pointed at Janet. The man he was talking to turned. He had a white collar around his neck, showing that he was a clergyman, but his eyes. Janet shivered slightly.
"It's that one," whispered Viximon quietly. "The one by your grandfather…"
"I know…" whispered Janet.
"What do we do?" gasped Amy.
"Nothing…" returned Janet, "We get my granddad and get out of here, if the digimon doesn't know we're the digi-destined then we have nothing to worry about…" she looked up at the man her grandfather was talking to. He smiled a cold smile at the girl and together the two men started to walk towards the two girls.
"Penguinmon, get back in the carriage and for heaven's sake hide!" hissed Amy.
"You too, Viximon," whispered Janet out of the corner of her mouth.
Viximon narrowed her eyes, "It's too late, he knows…"
"Janet, I'd like to meet Father Daman," said Janet's grandfather. The girl gulped and gave a weak smile. "He's here from Bishop McCaffrey; he saysgoing to talk to Rabbi Silverburg about doing some joint community stuff..."
"Hell…" the girl started; only to be interrupted by the horrible whine of her digivice.
She squeaked loudly and grabbed the device to try and shut it off. It wouldn't shut off, though, and after fiddling with the button it grew hot and shot a blast of light forward smothering Father Daman. The priest growled loudly and fell back. Janet's grandfather was yelping in shock and growling at Janet to shut the infernal noise off.
Father Daman's face shifted and contorted as he growled. A group of people were gathering as the priest's human face melted away in a wave of dust to be replaced by a fox like visage. His black garb was replaced by flowing purple robes. Two large spikes lifted from his shoulders.
The fox priest narrowed his eyes at Janet. "You…are a digi-destined…Lord Karatenmon will want you destroyed!"
"Janet?" shouted the girl's grandfather.
"Get back!" shouted Janet as she swung around yelling at people, "Get back!"
"Do it Penguinmon!" shouted Amy.
"In such a small building…?" whispered the bird.
"Not much choice!" returned Amy loudly as she lifted her digivice.
"Right!" The penguin threw off the dress and bonnet and leapt forward as she was covered in light. "Penguinmon digivolve to Saberdramon!" The bird slammed its clawed foot down on the purpled fox priest. Its wings barely fit within the confines of the building.
Janet felt someone grab her from behind. She turned to find her grandfather dragging her away. She pulled back wresting herself from her grandfather's hand.
"Get back here, the demons!" shouted the man loudly.
"Saberdramon isn't a demon!" shouted Janet loudly. Viximon hopped out of the carriage.
"Nope, she's our friend!" yelped the golden fox kit. "Unlike that purple priest, Doumon, that uses his dark powers to gain his wishes."
"The…the...toy speaks…" the old man staggered backwards.
"Oh no…" groaned Janet.
"Demon Gate Escape!" The voice of the lavender digimon shouted as a black blast shot up from under Saberdramon's foot. The bird screamed as it fell backwards to the first floor.
"Saberdramon!" screamed Amy as she ran to balcony. She looked down and saw in a crater of tables and feathers Penguinmon was laying on the ground floor.
The purple onmyou mystic stood up and dusted his robes off and looked at Janet, "You shall be my first…prize…" A flock of papers flashed up in his hand.
"No you don't!" yelped Viximon. A light covered the fox kit. "Viximon digivolve to Renamon! Fox Leaf Arrowhead!"
The bipedal fox shot forward firing blasts of glowing leaves, ripping the spell papers in the onmyou mystic's hands. The wizard snarled and reached forward grabbing the fox by the throat and tossing the yellow digimon against a wall.
"You fool, you are nothing!" The onmyou mystic walked forward. It had huge paws with lavender claws on them. Janet gulped and took a step back. Her grandfather grabbed her and pushed her back and ran in front of the onmyou mystic.
"DEMON!" shouted the man as he pulled out a book that he was in his pocket forward.
"For shame…" murmured the purple fox wizard as he lifted an eyebrow. He lifted his hand and a paper flicked between his fingers and he sliced it forward. The Torah slid apart as it was cleanly cut in two. The old man staggered back. "Where is your god now, rabbi?" He drew the paper up again and prepared to slice the old man in half.
"NO GRANDPA!" shouted Janet.
"Renamon digivolve to Youkomon!" a purple fox shot in front of the old man tackling the demon. "Get everyone out of here, I'll hold this guy!"
Janet nodded and grabbed her grandfather. "We're getting out of here, let Youkomon do this…" She looked at everyone else, "DON'T JUST STAND THERE RUN FOR IT!" the crowd's eyes opened wide and then a woman screamed, causing a chain reaction of charging people, who rushed from the second floor of the mall.
"Fool!" shouted the onmyou mystic. "Spell Prohibition Paper!" Janet turned; Youkomon had been sent skittering across the floor.
"Youkomon!" yelped Janet loudly.
She looked back at the crowd disappearing down the stairs screaming. Her grandfather was being pushed around. She looked back and forth at Youkomon and then her grandfather. She ran for her grandfather. The onmyou mystic stood in front of her suddenly.
"Oh, who will save you now?" chuckled the digimon. He lifted a piece of paper and a slender stream of light flicker over the sharp edge.
"You forget about me?" roared Youkomon as the fox launched forward. The onmyou mystic leapt back as the fox swept past. The fox swept around and fanned its tails. "Jaenryuu!" a flash of dragon flame shot forward towards the purple robed priest.
"Impotence, is that all these digi-destined present?" The priest swept his hand up and a fan of papers slapped the dragon flames away like pebbles.
Janet looked back at her grandfather. He was on the ground holding his leg. The others had rushed past him. She looked back at the onmyou mystic.
"We are strong, Doumon," growled Youkomon loudly, "your darkness is what is truly weak…we have things to protect, what have you got?"
"Conquest, Lord Karatenmon and Lady Bastemon will gather up the human, and use his powers to increase their own, and then nothing will stop us," returned Doumon as he flicked his hands up drawing a fan of paper.
"I have to go to him…I have to go to my grandfather…" whispered Janet. Her crest glowed brightly.
"Youkomon digivolve to…" The light faded and a white armed robe swept forward. Golden robes rippled slowly in the wave of power. A fox faced Tao master looked up at Doumon. "Taomon…"
"They're…so…similar…" whispered Amy as she looked up.
It was true. Doumon was a lavender Taomon and Taomon was a white and gold Doumon.
"I see," smirked Doumon quietly. He lifted his papers and they morphed into a kanji-like form. "Demon Gate Escape!" A black dragon reared up and roared forward.
Taomon flashed her hand up and swept the glowing talisman that formed forward, "Talisman of Light!"
A huge, roaring tiger ripped forward. The two shikigami swept upwards in their battle. The tiger swept its claws against the dragon; the dragon tore forward with its teeth. The two avatars of power exploded through the roof of the mall sending chunks of building materials raining down on the spectators below. The tiger roared and slashed its large white claws against the dragon. The dragon howled loudly as black papers bled from its body. The dragon opened its mouth and bit down on the tiger eliciting a feline howl. The two continued their struggle in the sky as the two fox mystics began their fight on the ground.
"So, you think you can hold my power?" asked Doumon loudly and rushed forward. He extended his arm and a line of papers flashed outwards into a sword.
"That old trick eh?" chuckled Taomon as she countered the paper sword by bringing a similar sword up against Doumon. An arch of energy rolled up along the two swords. Taomon's eyes flashed back to Janet, "Go, get your grandfather out of here, you too Amy, get out of here…"
Taomon's palm slammed into Doumon's chest. The purple mystic staggered and the golden mystic swept forward with her paper sword. Doumon leapt back as the blade sliced past. Amy moved past Janet and tried to keep the crowd stable as she moved down the stairs.
"Not bad, priestess," grumbled the mystic as he and Taomon clashed again. Doumon pushed Taomon back. "But not good enough!"
There was a roar in the sky. Taomon looked up and saw her tiger ripped into paper shreds. The dragon was leaking papers from large gashes in its sides.
"Talisman of Light!" Taomon swept her hand and a there was a flash of light that sent Doumon crashing into one of the stores with a loud explosion. She swept her hands up and released thousands of papers; "Thousand Spells!" the glowing parchments sheered through the remains of the dragon.
"Demon Gate Escape!" a black blast shot forward. Taomon swept around and a wheel of paper. The black energy crackled angrily against the paper shield. Doumon walked forward out of the smoking store, his robes had burns and scorches that traced up and down. He was breathing heavily and his arms were slumped to his sides.
The paper shield flashed into a sword. A light swirled around the sword, "Talisman of LIGHT!" Taomon sliced forward, releasing a torrent of light. It spiraled towards the dark onmyou mystic as he put his arms up defensively. The blast struck Doumon in the chest and sent him hurtling back and rolling on the ground. The golden fox in the priestly robes walked forward with a single paper set in her hand.
"Don't do it, Taomon!" shouted Janet loudly. The flicked her eyes back to the girl who was kneeling next to her grandfather. The girl was looking at the priestess intently, "If you do it you'll be no better than him!"
The golden fox digimon looked at Doumon and then turned and started to walk away.
"Fool," growled Doumon. His arm swept upward and a fan of papers that was in his hand emitted a wave of dark energy that slammed Taomon in the back. The priestess flew to the floor.
"Hey!" shouted Janet she moved forward, "We showed you mercy!"
"Mercy is for the soft," returned Doumon as he rose to his feet.
He lifted the fan of papers again and swept them forward sending a torrent of darkness forward. Taomon struggled to her knees only to be knocked onto her back. Another sweep of the fan and Taomon was sent bouncing backwards into Janet and together the two of them rolled backward across the brickwork floor.
"Janet, go, take your grandfather; get out of here," growled Taomon as she stood shakily.
"But…" started Janet.
"Go!" insisted the robed fox.
The girl gulped and then ran to her grandfather and helped him toward the stairs. She slipped under his arm and helped carry his weight as he staggered down the stairs. The sound of smashing objects erupted from the upstairs as a dark breeze swept around the two of them. They reached a wide level where the stairs turned in a perpendicular direction. They started down the stairs when Taomon rolled down the stairs behind them crashing into the stairwell wall. The fox priestess winced hard as she stood and lifted a burnt and tattered paper shield.
"Taomon…" whispered Janet as she looked up. She looked up at her grandfather; the man had a strange look of fear in his eyes, but not a fear of Taomon, but more like a fear for Taomon. "Grandpa…?"
"Don't give up…" said the old man to the fox. "The agents of God must prevail…"
The fox smirked and nodded. She took a stance and lifted her tattered shield. New papers swept up repairing the damaged ones. The exterior papers started to glow a bright gold as they encircled the epicenter of the shield. A second set of red papers closer to the shield glowed brightly with crimson energy.
"Your mercy has been your undoing, Taomon," stated Doumon as he walked slowly down the rubble filled stairs. A dark emblem was held in his hand. "You can't think you can best me now…"
"I have something to protect, and I will never give up to a monster like you!" retorted Taomon loudly. The red and gold, glowing papers started to blink feverishly.
"Pathetic…" The dark emblem grew slightly and a black circle swept around it. The darkness opened. "Demon Gate Escape!" a horde of beasts smothered in black energy shot forward squealing and screaming upon their freedom.
The red and gold papers' glow shot to the epicenter of the shield. "Talisman of Light!"
An arrow of brilliant, incomparable light raged forward slicing through the ranks of demons and beasts and exploded through the dark gate and sliced through the robes of Doumon. The dark mystic roared in surprise and fell back against the stairs. He looked down. A wound, large enough for his fist, pierced his body. He looked up at Taomon.
"You…" coughed the lavender priest, "didn't hold back…"
"You were given a chance for mercy…" replied Taomon. He drew his hands together in a prayerful manner, "and you tossed it aside, may your soul be cleansed for the next life." Taomon turned to Janet as Doumon disintegrated into data. "I am sorry your grandfather had to see that…"
"Janet…" whispered her grandfather quietly. "You're lucky to have such a pious friend…"
Janet shook her head. She looked around. "The other humans…won't understand…"
Taomon nodded and flashed her hand up. "Thousand Spells!" hundreds of little papers flickered over the screaming and shouting populace. "I can't make them forget, but I can make them doubt what they've seen."
"Janet!" shouted Amy loudly as she carried Penguinmon up the stairs. "What about the meeting!" the girl yelped loudly. Janet looked at her watch. It was already eleven thirty.
"I can get you there in time…" replied Taomon as she walked forward flicked a paper talisman from her hand.
"Grandpa…you can't let mom and dad know, please?" Janet turned to her grandfather.
"Of course not darling, they'd never believe me anyways…but I can't let you go alone," said the old man. "Your parents will be worried sick with this whole debacle!"
"We can't take him with us!" shouted Amy loudly.
"Why not he already knows, and like he said, 'who'd believe him'?" asked Janet quietly.
"I don't think the others will like this…" murmured Amy as Taomon dropped the talisman and it folded into a giant paper crane. Janet helped her grandfather on and was then followed by a hesitant Amy and Penguinmon. They sat down as the huge paper crane flapped its wings and took flight wheeling up through the hole in the ceiling.
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A man in a predominantly crimson sweater and a long stocking hat with a ball on the end walked in front of a quiet house in the suburbs. He looked up in surprise as two human children ran out of the right house. The boy carried a Koromon and the girl struggled to carry a Labramon. He smirked quietly. He felt something pulse on his chest and he pulled out the small amulet that hung from his neck. He lifted it towards the house the children exited but it did not respond. He turned slightly, and as he did a thirty year old Japanese man opened the door of the house on the left. The amulet glowed with a sickening lavender color.
"I feel something odd…" said the voice of the Koromon.
"Me too," whimpered the voice of the Labramon.
The man in red looked up in surprise and quickly turned to walk down the street. He turned his head slightly, making a sideways glance behind him. The two children were turned towards him but they had started arguing with the two digimon, telling them to be toys in public.
"So, it is him," said the man in the crimson clothes as he looked at the Japanese man. "We guessed correctly…" He suddenly disappeared, with a slight ripple, into the thin air.
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Onmyou is an old style of Japanese mysticism heavily based on Chinese Daoism (Taoism). A shikigami is a summoned beast, often a paper spell given a physical avatar by an Onmyou, Shinto or Taoist, mystic/priest/practitioner's power or by getting a soul from someone else.
Dark Qiviut: Thanks for the congratulation; (I believe the plateau has been breached, I know that's a little smug, and I apologize) I plan to keep going, though with school things may be slower.
Well they have to hide their digimon, or try, as you can see; hiding something isn't so easy…
Blue: I know you know; it's not that hard not to know. I think I was relatively obvious. The question is do you know who he was talking about on the phone? (This too is relatively obvious, I'm just being snide…actually don't answer that, unless you wish to email me, which I think you can.) I won't say anything more about it though, you can email me, I think, if my email is available, if not I can e-mail you, if you want, and you can go HAHA I KNEW SEE I KNEW IT WAS…..Cheddar the Wonder Weasel….or something.
Alforce: Hey there, I hope you feel better, I know you've been ill. All I can say is persevere.