I don't own digimon
Warning: Slightly adult language and well, themage.
A Little Interlude in D-Sharp
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"Please, Mrs. Kuranaka," said the nurse quietly. She looked at the middle aged woman sitting on the hospital bed. "There is someone to see you…"
"Is it Gatomon…?" asked the woman quietly. Her hair was graying and her face was lined. Her eyes were distant and seemed empty.
"Now, Mrs. Kuranaka," the nurse crossed her arms gently, "What has Dr. Samson said about this Gatomon?"
"Dr. Samson is an idiot!" retorted the woman in an attempt at a shout.
"We don't say those things here, Mrs. Kuranaka," tutted the nurse as she walked over to the woman. "Dr. Samson just wants you to feel better so you can go home…"
"I can't go home…" the woman narrowed her eyes, "He'll come for me…"
"Are you still having those dreams, dear?" asked the nurse as she walked over to the sterile bed. The entire room was relatively bleak, a pale yellow. "I thought Dr. Samson prescribed you some medication to let you sleep…"
"Medicine can't stop him…" whispered Mrs. Kuranaka, "He'll find you…" the aging woman looked up sternly at the nurse, "he's returned from the dead trying to get revenge."
"Come now, Mrs. Kuranaka, you know no one can come from the dead," chuckled the woman.
"You can when you aren't human!" replied Mrs. Kuranaka in frustration.
"Now, enough of this…" the nurse narrowed her eyes, "Come on, you have a very special guest today, let's go see him…"
Mrs. Kuranaka looked up weakly and nodded. "Ok…who came to see me?"
"Why don't you get up and put your shoes on and find out, dear?" replied the nurse with a smile.
Mrs. Kuranaka sighed softly and stood up. She walked across the room where her shoes were and gently slipped her feet into them. The nurse walked to the woman's side and gently clasped her hand.
"I can walk fine by myself," said Mrs. Kuranaka as she looked down at the hand.
"I know dear, but I worry that you'll get…" started the nurse but Mrs. Kuranaka pulled her hand from that of the nurse.
"I am fine, I don't need you babying me, if I get knocked over I'll just get up again," retorted the woman and she walked out of the room. "Jeesh, if I didn't know better I'd think you were my brother!"
"Mrs. Kuranaka, don't go wandering off without me, if you trigger an alarm…" called the nurse as she followed Mrs. Kuranaka out of her room.
"I know, I know, it will be a mess," sniped the older woman. "Well come on, get this doohickey open!"
Mrs. Kuranaka pointed at the access pad to the large metallic doors that led to the common room. Mrs. Kuranaka crossed her arms and tapped her foot as the nurse walked up and pressed the buttons that shut off the alarm. When the nurse had finished, Mrs. Kuranaka pushed on the door and entered a hall that led to the common room. The sounds of squeals and screams and the like filled the air. Mrs. Kuranaka sighed softly as she listened to the hordes of sounds that came from frustration, depression, anger and all those dark feelings the poor mired minds that inhabited this hospital had. She hugged herself slightly and the nurse pushed a button that allowed for the automatic doors to slowly whir open.
Mrs. Kuranaka winced as the full bore noise of the mentally ill filled her ears. The pain she could feel from each of them made her feel faint. There were loud sounds of the screaming and hooting mentally handicapped and disabled, but there were also little sounds of small, false triumphs; she sound of frustration, anger, hate, the sound of a chant of a person trapped in their own mind, the silence of those afraid to speak. All of it rose and fell around her like tidal waves of darkness.
"Why am I here?" she asked herself quietly, "I'm not as bad as the others…"
"Dear, you tried to hurt yourself," replied the nurse quietly.
"He was going to get them if I didn't try to…" Mrs. Kuranaka clutched the nurse by the blouse.
"I know; I know…" replied the woman quietly. "Look, there is your visitor…"
The nurse pointed up at a man that was sitting quietly at one of the many tables. He was flipping through the pages of a magazine and then looked lazily out one of the large windows that revealed a view of the Tokyo skyline. His graying, blonde hair was trimmed neatly. He was wearing a soft, golden, button-down shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. A single sandal flipped up and down off his foot as he crossed his legs and rolled his foot up and down. His blue eyes lifted quietly and fell on Mrs. Kuranaka.
"Hi…" whispered Mrs. Kuranaka.
"Hey," The man stood up and walked over to Mrs. Kuranaka and hugged her. "Are they treating you alright here?"
"Takeru…" whispered Mrs. Kuranaka. "They don't believe me. They don't believe in the other world…"
"I know," breathed the man quietly as he pulled back; he nodded towards the nurse and the young woman nodded and walked off to attend to the other patients. "Hikari…why do you hold onto these dreams…?"
Mrs. Kuranaka looked up in surprise at the man and frowned. "Because they are real!"
The man looked down and then put his hand on Mrs. Kuranaka's, "Let's sit down"
"Takeru, you believe me don't you?" begged the woman quietly, "Don't you believe me?"
"Of course I do, Hikari, of course I do," whispered the man as he led her to a seat by the table. He pulled a chair out for her and then set himself down next to her. He gave her a small, quirky grin, "You know, Yolei is still working out the legal stuff for giving Daisuke and Taichi the tazer treatment…Daisuke had to sit in jail for punching that doctor. Not even Iori could get him out of that. Heh, I had to pay a fine…guess I shouldn't have tried to shoulder block that guard…"
"Well, Daisuke deserves it, he's not as influential as he was," replied Mrs. Kuranaka, "After he turned over the business to Kouji, he's had this very, wild streak in him. I told him it would get him in trouble…" She narrowed her eyes at Takeru, "And you should have known better, making a scene like that…"
"Hikari, Daisuke has always had that wild streak in him, you just liked to ignore it. You know we just care for you," Takeru gave the woman one of his twinkling smiles. When she snorted; Takeru cupped his hands, intertwining his fingers and laid them on his lap. "Have you heard from Kouichi or Akeno, yet?"
The woman's eyes narrowed and she frowned, "No, the doctor thought it would be best if the in-house family don't visit for awhile, since they were the ones that…well you know what happened," She looked up at him and then folded her hands over her lap and gave a weak smile. "Actually, I'm surprised they let you in…"
"Well, I think it was Taichi threatening to send hordes of federal inspectors here if you didn't get to, at least, see your friends," chuckled Takeru.
"I see," sighed Mrs. Kuranaka. "Speaking of brothers…How's Yamato?"
"My brother is good, he has another girlfriend, it's quite amazing how a man his age can still get young, collegiate girls to fall all over him," Takeru shook his head, "I mean even Kitai complains that his uncle is getting more phone numbers than he does."
"Well, Yamato always had that charismatic, Ishida smile," Mrs. Kuranaka let a wry smile play over her lips, but she soon looked down and sighed again. "Takeru, if I told you something, would you promise to keep it secret from these hospital goons?"
Takeru's eyes flitted about as if he was looking for eavesdroppers, but the nurses were busy dealing with one of the patients; he was screaming about a spider or something. "I suppose, but we shouldn't keep secrets from them…"
"I know, but they don't understand and…" Mrs. Kuranaka shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "I've been having nightmares, well, dreams. They are really weird…"
"What are they about?" Takeru moved in a little closer.
"Well it starts out with Mimi, well Mimi as a child at maybe when she was ten or twelve, and then there is this glow…" The woman looked around and moved in closer and started to whisper, "Then Mimi splits up into eight children…the next thing I know I'm standing hip deep in red…blood or something and everything goes black, but there is this laughing…" She closed her eyes quietly, "And the laughter sounds like Kuro's…"
Takeru pulled back and frowned. "Hikari, you should tell the doctors about this."
"They'll just tell me I'm crazy or something and make me take more pills…" groaned the woman as she leaned on the table with her head balanced on her hand. "I'm worried, Takeru, what if the other world…"
"Hikari, Hikari," hissed Takeru as he put his fingers on her lips, "Don't talk about it; it will only make things worse. Remember what happened to Yamato and Sora…"
Hikari looked down, "It's real, I know it; I saw on the TV, that city in America, the portal is reopened!"
"Hikari, don't; you're getting yourself in a fit," hushed Takeru gently as he reached and hugged her.
"Stop treating me like a damned child!" Hikari pushed Takeru off of her, "Damn it! I'm not crazy; it's real! You wrote the book for crying out loud!"
"I wrote a story for children; it's fiction," Takeru replied in a calm hush.
"No, no, no, the clown, the vampire, the demon, the evil emperor, it's all real! Ken Ichijouji was the evil emperor, don't you remember!" Hikari glared at Takeru with all her might.
"Ken is a private detective, Yolei finally took that job at the computer networking company, they have three children, Ai, Hiroshi and Kiyoshi," Takeru was trying to hold back his trepidation, "They all are going to college overseas. We've been through this, Hikari."
"No, before this, the events of your books happened when we were children…" Hikari grimaced, "when we saved the world from evil, when we were heroes…"
"I'm sorry Hikari, I just don't remember…" Takeru looked down at the ground. "I just don't…remember."
"Don't you lie to me Takaishi Takeru," growled Hikari. "You and your brother, damn it don't sit there and lie to me, don't lie to yourself; you know I'm telling the truth!"
Takeru looked around, and fidgeted in his chair. He looked and saw the nurse watching him. He looked down quickly but the woman in the white blouse had already started walking towards them.
"Mrs. Kuranaka, I think it's time you go back to your room, it's time for your three o'clock pill," The nurse from before was walking towards Hikari from the hallway back to the older woman's room.
Hikari looked up at Takeru soulfully, "Please, don't let them take me back there; I'm not crazy…"
"Can't she stay a little longer?" asked Takeru quietly to the nurse.
"I'm afraid these pills need to be taken on schedule, Mr. Takaishi," said the woman with a little frown, "Maybe you can see Mrs. Kuranaka tomorrow."
"Damn it, we're not children that need play dates to be made for them!" growled Hikari loudly as she stood up from her seat. "That's half the problem with some of these people, you treat them like children, and if you'd treat them with half the respect that's due to them they wouldn't be so damned hopeless in the first place." Hikari glared at Takeru, "And you are just going to sit there and let them do this to me! You're going to sit there and lie to yourself, like some ostrich with its head in the sand! Some harbinger of hope you turned out to be!"
Takeru looked up at Hikari in shock, "Hikari, are you ok?"
"It's the way the pills work, I'm afraid; as they weaken the patient tends to get a little…aggressive," explained the nurse as she gently, but firmly clasped Mrs. Kuranaka's arm, "Now come on dear, we'll get you those pills and you'll feel just a little bit better…"
"Takeru, the door to the other world is open!" screamed Hikari as the nurse started to tug her away, "You have to tell the others, you have to!"
"My, my, you got very riled today Mrs. Kuranaka we may need to give you a bit of a sleeping pill for your nap," breathed the nurse as she pulled Hikari into the hall.
Takeru sighed softly and walked up to a window and knocked. The window slid open and he requested the nurse let him out. A nurse opened the door and he left the common room and walked down the hall. He saw nurses walking curtly and quickly down and up the halls. Carrying clip boards and different bottles or going about on their rounds. He came to an elevator and walked into the sliding door. He turned and watched as the door closed behind him; locking out the world of the psychiatric ward.
The elevator hiccupped a bit as it slid into place and descended to the ground. The little glowing lights blinked on an off in correspondence with the floors that passed by. He descended about half way down when he pressed a button and stopped the elevator. He pressed his head against the cool, metal wall and sighed.
"This isn't right," he whispered to the empty air. "This isn't Hikari, what have they done to our Hikari? Maybe I should get the gang back together, we can't just let these halfwits take our Hikari away…How could have I just let that nurse…?" The elevator lurched to life as Takeru pressed the button to continue downward. "I should get the others together; we need to talk about this…Hikari doesn't lie, and her nightmares…and memories…maybe it wasn't just a fairytale."
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In the Digital World, a red sphere held a man. Serpentine tendrils snaked about his body and every once in a while one would dig into the man's flesh. It would elicit a loud groan from the man. One tendril in particular wriggled up the man's temple and the end of the tentacle solidified into a point and jabbed the man's forehead.
"Subject: Ishida Kuro …" The stream of information halted and then scrolled back, "Database correction: Subject: Takenouchi Kuro, Biological Son of Ishida Yamato, and Takenouchi Sora. Data scan start, data entry, keyword: Divorce…"
With that the information started to stream from the subject's unsophisticated organic database to the much more efficient cyber-neural database of the tendril's processors. As the data streamed by the tendril's other scanning processors dipped into the streaming download to make sure the data being extracted was totally new, and did so by actively observing the content in the data stream and cross-referenced that with what the databanks already had to make sure nothing was already uploaded.
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It was peering from behind a door. Its surroundings were cloaked in the shadow of large plant.
"Matt, don't start again!" shouted the young woman. The man she was yelling at was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands. "You're just scaring them!"
"Sora, please, listen to me, that other world, TK's stories, they're more than stories!" replied the man calmly. "They really happened. You can't tell me you don't have the dreams and the nightmares. You can't stand clowns or puppets, but you have an uncanny affinity for birds…please Sora…"
"Matt that isn't evidence that's just a coincidence, a coincidence your brother worked into his stories!" growled the woman loudly. "It's one thing to go on about this on your own or with your brother, or heaven forbid Taichi's sister, but to tell your son and daughter these stories are true, that you are the Matt from the book; it's too much to bear!"
"But Sora it's true, you're the girl, the one that finds love!" simpered the young man as he looked up.
"No, I'm not!" growled Sora, "I may have been the framework for the character but I'm not so delusional as to actually think I am that person!"
"You're denying your own past!" yelped the man loudly as he jumped up.
"No you're denying your present!" growled the woman, "Matt you're hardly home, we're in debt up to our nose, and I know you've been cavorting with Daisuke's sister!"
"Jun? ARE YOU NUTS!" shouted the man loudly. "Why the hell would I want to deal with that nut bag?"
"Because that nut bag will deal with someone else's nut bag," snorted Sora loudly. "You leave me here, to try and juggle bills, kids, and the designs for spring, and damn it you don't even wash the dishes."
"I cook!" retorted the man loudly as he stood up. "I cook, I go to work, dang it I'm tired at the end of the day…"
"Well you're not tired on Tuesdays are you?" returned Sora loudly. "No, you mystically disappear, and come home humming a tune around midnight. Ayame saw you at the hotel, Matt, and funny enough Jun was coming out of that same hotel not more than ten minutes later!"
"It was a coincidence!" shouted the man, "I was looking at prices for us to maybe staying there one night…and she was there…that's it!"
"Matt, I'm not as stupid as you like to believe," replied Sora quietly.
"Sora, please…" Matt kneeled down, "Please don't…"
"I'm sorry, Yamato," Sora replied with a sniffle, "I just can't deal with the half truths and the stress, and the lies anymore, I know you don't want to end up like your dad, but let's face it, you're very much your father's son, and I, just can't love you when you aren't here, I can't be a good mother when I'm at my wits end because you're off gallivanting on an adventure or off 'investigating hotel prices'."
"Sora, I'll stop, I promise, I'll cut down on my work with the aerospace agency, I'll take up an office position, I'll come straight home and stay here, just don't say what you're going to say," Matt clutched Sora softly and hugged her close to his kneeling form.
"Matt, I wish I could believe you, but," she started to cry. The tears dropped down on Yamato's golden hair, "I can't make you play by my rules; I just have to let you go. Yamato, I want a divorce…"
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The tendril stopped and waited. It pulled back and then swept around touching other places. The keyword 'divorce' blinked three times before a little bar underneath it registered 100. Images of a human court and the sounds of arguments and fights as the two children stared up at a man in black robes flashed through the tendril's tentative mind.
It roved about and implanted itself into the subject's head. It was hungry for new things. It wanted new information; information that it and its brethren hadn't found before. The subject squirmed slightly as the scan ran through its frontal cognitive systems. A new file was found. The gluttonous tendril immediately proceeded with the downloading of the information. As it downloaded the content it sampled sections of the data to make sure it wasn't getting extraneous or previously downloaded information.
The image was dark and grainy but it intensified. It allowed its scans to bore in a little deeper. It could now see what the memories saw. The ruins of some city lay at its feet. It felt the presence of figures around him. The sensation of a great power flew towards it.
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"Metal…Wolf Claw!" A metal, lupine Mega digimon was on its feet, though shakily. A blast of bluish ice was flying towards the dark figure.
"You are still exhausted with your pathetic attempts against Dominimon," the figure spread out his fingers and swept his hand in a back slapping movement. The burst of blue ice flew off in a torrent of dark energy like a mosquito trapped in a hurricane. "You are no threat to me…" His dark eyes widened and a dark pulse crushed the metal wolf through the pile of rubble it was standing on.
"Metal Garurumon!" shouted tall some tan haired man that was on the ground.
"Oh father…" chuckled the figure as he looked down. "Your pet is not dead…yet."
"Kuro, you stop this now!" shouted the man as he looked up.
"Yamato Ishida…." The figure lowered itself down to the man it called 'father', "You should know that Kuro isn't pulling the strings anymore. He's only a focus of your sympathy, a shield to use against you…if you try to evict me; you'll hurt your son…more than likely kill him!" The digimon laid a long dark claw-like fingernail on his cheek and cut it down along his cheek. He smirked as the blood trickled down his boyish face. "Though I may hurt him without your…encouragement."
Yamato looked at the creature that was posing as his son, "You are a beast…there is nothing that will protect you; if it's the last thing I'll ever do I'll make sure you are destroyed whatever the hell you are!"
"I am…" the dark eyes shifted. They flicked up to meet the man he that was interrogating him. His fingers played on his lips and he licked the blood off of them. The blood red orbs twinkled and looked at Yamato more confidently. "Hehe…I am Damienmon." Yamato looked at him in fear. Damienmon smirked evilly. "That's right…I am Damienmon. I am every patch of darkness, the Dark Masters, Myotismon, Devimon, Even Etemon and Daemon. All of them were birthed from me…Even Apocalymon…he was my physical vessel, but you'll say that you destroyed him. That is true but you could never truly destroy me, Damienmon, for my influence was still alive; trapped within the hidden Crest of Darkness. That fool, Gennai, and his allies sealed me away in the crest…little did they know…I was still able to manifest my influence on the outside world…and now…thanks to that fool's desperation to defeat Lucemon he's released something worse than that angel could ever hope to be…."
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Content with the data it let the downloading continue without checking. It waited and fed, quietly downloading the information as it came. After a few minutes it let itself dip into the data stream. It scanned and stopped and uploaded another segment of information. It watched on as one would watch a movie as it unfurled on the screen.
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"K-Kuro…" A woman that the tendril soon identified as Sora Takenouchi gave out a soft whimper. She ran to Kuro.
"NO! DON'T!" A young man in tan robes leapt forward but it was too late. The man's name was very difficult to pinpoint in the memory files, but it was found to be Gennai. Sora had the boy in a tight embrace. Kuro looked over the woman's shoulder at Gennai and revealed a toothy grin.
"Oh mother…" purred Kuro in a dark but gentle voice. "How I missed you…"
The woman, Sora, drew back. "Kuro…"
Faster than she could speak Kuro had a tight, vice-like grip around her neck. Sora gurgled in surprise. A Silphymon drew its claws but the boy tsked and his grip tightened eliciting a soft whimper from Sora. "I wouldn't do that Silphymon, I may…accidentally crush her wind pipe…and that would be a quite a pity…"
Silphymon growled. Its claws flexed and crackled releasing the joint tension in the fingers. Suddenly, an Imperialdramon in his humanoid Fighter Mode and a Kabuterimon flew over. Humans identified as Daisuke 'Davis' Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji were riding the large dragon. Yamato 'Matt' Ishida, Koushiro 'Izzy' Izumi and a Gabumon were riding the monstrous insect.
"SORA!" Yamato reached down.
"Do not worry, father," Kuro smirked, "I want to have fun before I slaughter your closest friends and family."
"You leave her be!" shouted Daisuke as the dragon touched down behind the digi-destined.
"Oh this again," Kuro flicked his eyes upwards. The Kabuterimon lost control and started to crash towards three humans identified as Takaishi Takeru, Yagami Hikari and Inoue Yolei.
"No!" shouted the father from before, a Gabumon and Koushiro as they were flung from the great insect. In a flurry of movement and muscle Silphymon caught Kabuterimon and strenuously directed him to a safer crash zone. Imperialdramon flew up and grabbed Yamato, Gabumon and Koushiro.
Kuro released a bored sigh, and tossed Sora like a rag doll into Takeru, Hikari and Yolei flattening the three of them under the woman. Large claw like abrasions were on Sora's neck.
"You shouldn't have done that," growled Silphymon. "You gave up your shield!" The cyborg shot forward its claws glowing deep crimson. "Static Forces!" Kuro put up his hand and Silphymon was sent spiraling backwards into a building.
"I don't need a shield," smirked Kuro.
"What happened to my son?" coughed Sora as she gasped for precious breath.
"That crest Gennai gave him…" growled Yamato. He shot a look at the sage. "Had this beast in it!"
Kuro's sight turned and he looked at the sage. The man in long, grayish-brown robes paled slightly. "So this is what Gennai has done to himself…? Long time no see…"
"I had wished it to be a longer time with a whole lot less seeing," grumbled Gennai.
"I see, that's why you alone held the Crest of Darkness," chuckled Kuro. He walked forward.
Silphymon dove in front of Gennai. "Go no further!"
"Silly bird man…courage is for the brave!" Suddenly Silphymon was in front of Kuro, "Not for Light, Sincerity and Love…" Kuro grabbed Silphymon by the chest. The digimon was so surprised that it didn't even struggle. "Let's see; what should I do to you….?" An evil smirk came over his face. "The older ones will appreciate this more than you young sprouts." He looked at Yolei, Ken and Daisuke.
"WHO YOU CALLING YOUNG, KID?" shouted Yolei. The other humans sighed. Yolei blinked, "God, I'd never thought I'd be saying that in an offended tone…" The humans sighed again.
"Reverse Digivolution!" the older digi-destined gaped. Silphymon burst in two. Salamon and Poromon appeared in the clutches of Kuro. "Oh how fun…" He concentrated. "Reverse Digivolution!" The brown and grey puppy kitten, Salamon, turned into Nyaromon a yellow feline like digimon that was nothing but a head and a tail and Poromon, the pink In Training form of Hawkmon; who was nothing more than a fluff ball of feathers with wings and a single hawk feather in the back of its head, turned into Pururumon, which was nothing but a pink bit of gelatin with a beak. Kuro tossed the baby digimon at Yolei forcing the human to dive to catch the fragile, gelatin like digimon. He held Nyaromon up by the tail. "Reverse Digivolution!" Nyaromon squealed as she was submitted to another dose of dark energy reversing her to Snow Botamon. The snowy little bobble of fluff was two round ears and large coal eyes. Kuro smirked, "I could destroy you now, little one, and never have to worry about Silphymon ruining my fun…"
Kuro held up Snow Botamon and then dropped the digimon on the ground causing it to instantly start crying. He lifted his foot.
"NO!" Gennai leapt forward and pushed Kuro backwards knocking the boy on his butt. "You…beast…"
"You fool!" returned Kuro as he placed the flat of his hand on Gennai's chest. "Reverse…Digivolution!" Darkness filled Gennai. The young man screamed in agony.
"This can't be happening," muttered Koushiro. "Gennai isn't a digimon; he lacks attributes or techniques!"
"But," growled Kuro as he threw the limp form to the ground, "He is made of information and he's configured that information, digivolution is the same process only taken to more extreme measures,"
The group of humans looked at what happened to Gennai. The man was now decrepit. He was now short. His short brown hair was now long and grey and shedding like the fur of a Persian cat. His face was wrinkled and his eyes lacked the spirit they had. Kuro laughed heartily as the old man struggled to rise to his feet, but the long grey robes he was wearing were now several feet too long for his form and he fell on his face.
"You must get rid of Damienmon! His power rivals that of Lucemon!" growled Gennai as he tried to stand but Kuro walked up to the old man and kicked him in the sternum. The old man whimpered as he sank to the ground. Pellets of blood flicked from his mouth. His grey eyes looked up at the humans, "Give Oikawa my regards…I have a feeling I'll have to have him watch my house for a while…" The old man's eyes closed and he disappeared in a grey smoke.
"GENNAI!" Hikari shouted and her eyes turned to Damienmon. "You try to kill my partner and then you killed one of our oldest and dearest friends!" Hikari's D-3 started to quake with aggression. She ripped it from her hip and held it up. "You are a foul being! You are worse than Daemon, MaloMyotismon and Piedmon put together!"
Kuro gave a smirk. "Why, thank you…"
"You monster!" Suddenly her finger struck a button on the D-3 and an indescribable blast of light was released. It illuminated the sky.
Kuro screamed in agony as the light burned at his flesh. He growled and swept at it with his claws. He couldn't fight it; it was too much too soon. He had to retreat. Using the light as cover he staggered off down the street.
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The tendril played back the two scenes. A message was sent down its synaptic pathways to a holding station. 'Identify' was the single word request as it cropped an image of the beast that called itself Damienmon.
There was a wait but the information flowed back. The being was some sort of amalgamation of darkness. The tendril pulled back and searched the subject's body. The being named Damienmon was still lodged in the Crest of Darkness according to the database. The tendril hovered slowly over the small object on the subject's chest. Many tendrils had attempted to draw energy from the darkness but this one was going to succeed. It plunged forward and engulfed the crest.
There was a barrier. The tendril pressed and pressed and the barrier gave way and a small finger of slime inspected the crest slowly. Something snapped out of the crest, there was a surge warning, but the tendril was too interested in unlocking the power source in the pendant. Suddenly it felt something. Something was moving in its neural structures.
"Identify yourself…" the coded defense system demanded. "Identify yourself or be purged from the system…"
"I…am…" came the weak reply, "the darkness…"
"Clarify…" retorted the program, "specify intent…"
"I am the darkness," returned the intruder. "I wish to rule all in shadows…"
"Reply does not compute," The tendril immediately slammed its neural network closed on the intruder but it was too late. The unidentified alien had invaded the network with a Trojan horse of some sort. Anti-viral programs were baffled. The Trojan was just as interested in the program as the program was in the Trojan.
"What are you?" asked the intruder. "Identify yourself to me…"
"We are the one, we are the enders of chaos, we delete all excess, we strive for efficiency," replied the tendrils network.
"But who are you?" implored the intruder.
"We are the D-Reaper…" the information came in a stream of neural flares.
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I know I cheated, I cheated, but really flashbacks are nice to remind us that we're still in the 01-02 universe. This chapter is a bit of tying together. Things are happening, and I wanted to, you know; elaborate on Kuro's phone calls.
Again I apologize for the chapter confusion, Chapter 71 is now Chapter 75, pushing 72-74 forward one chapter (they became chapter 71-73), chapter 74 is thenext newest chapter after this one. We shouldn't have any more chapter shifts. (Crosses fingers)
Alforce: Thanks, I was worried I was truly offing the Chaos Master's too fast. I keep forgetting I have two left. The last evolutions will be what they'll be. Labramon's will be very offline, and I'm still researching into Seadramon's biomergence, though I have it figured I think, but I'm slightly displeased with my choice.