I don't own digimon
AN: Adult themage…and language…
The Shades of Time, Opening the Gates
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"Something very wrong is happening…" whispered Mrs. Kuranaka. She looked blankly at her hands. "I know something is wrong…"
She looked up at the TV screen in her room. A large, flaming bird screeched across the screen as a wave of specters chased after it. Mrs. Kuranaka walked to the TV and gently put her hand to the screen. It was smooth and slightly cold. There was a flicker of static as her finger ran across the glass surface. Mrs. Kuranaka looked intently at the TV and then shook her head.
"No…it's just my imagination playing with me…" She turned and walked back to her bed.
"Zhuqiaomon! No!" shouted a mature grandfatherly voice.
Mrs. Kuranaka spun around. The screen flared again as flames washed over the surface, there was a blood curdling scream of pain. A glowing blue snake swept across the screen.
Mrs. Kuranaka covered her ears and fell to her knees. She closed her eyes but that scream filled her head. Tears welled up in her eyes and she took a deep breath. Another screen tore into her ears and she started to shake.
"No, go away! Go away!" screamed Mrs. Kuranaka. Nurses ran into her room. Mrs. Kuranaka rocked on her knees back and forth, "Please…just leave me alone, I don't want to be crazy anymore, I want to go home; I want to see my husband and my son…"
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There was a soft knock on Kevin's bedroom door. It had been three days since they had returned. Kevin had tried to add up how many years that was in the Digital World and whistled when it came out to being over seven hundred years. The brown haired boy looked up and saw his sister peeking into his door.
"Kevin…" Michelle walked up to her brother, "Something is wrong…I can feel it in my bones, the Digital World…"
"The Harmonious Ones are protecting it now, I'm sure the Digital World is in good hands," smiled Kevin as he patted his sister's head. "Plus it's been like seven centuries there, I'm sure the gods have everything fixed by now…"
"No, it's not…something very bad is happening, and it won't stop, the darkness is coming and nothing can stop it…not until everything is under its control…" Michelle whispered as she walked away from her brother. "It's coming…it wants to swallow the light for good…"
"Don't be silly, anything that happens in the Digital World is safely locked there, the only ones that were able to get across were Karatenmon and Bastemon, and they had those magical cards," replied Kevin as he ran next to his sister.
"What about Piedmon…" returned Michelle, "and Zhuqiaomon…and those mirage digimon you said you saw when you came back the first time?"
"Still, we'd have time to prepare…" Kevin looked down at his sister.
"What would we prepare for, what would we do?" Michelle looked up at Kevin, "Do you really think the police could stop something like Chaos Piedmon, or worse, what ever is going on, scared the Harmonious Ones, and they are gods…do you think the police can stop a god killer?"
"There's the military…" Kevin looked down hopefully at Michelle.
"Don't be silly, no, it will come, and nothing can stop it…" Michelle continued forward, "Unless we can get to our partners…I fear the darkness will cover everything…"
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"You have to be kidding me…" Sora Takenouchi looked at her ex-brother-in-law. "No, I'm sick of listening to you go on about dreams, and stories and half truths and monsters. Just give it up already; you guys need to grow up!"
"Sora…" A middle aged man in a soft blue button down T-shirt and slacks looked over at the equally middle aged woman. "You have to admit that it's very odd that Kari has had dreams about the notes that Takeru has been holding to make sequels to his novels. Nightmares about fallen angels and demonic knights…"
"Taichi, can't you see, she read his notes, why can't you see that?" Sora gave an exasperated growl. "She had a mental breakdown, she needs rest and medical help, not you guys sitting there encouraging her fits!"
"No, she hasn't, I haven't told anyone about any of my future books," Takeru replied.
"I've looked at her records, Sora," A tall man with slate blue hair and glasses looked up from a clipboard. "Her fits have increased…since her hospitalization, hallucinations, mostly about things being in the TV broadcasts or on computer screens, they seemed to have peaked during a two day period, and according to Mimi…"
"That's when the monster attacks ripped through the East Coast of the United States, just south of Washington D.C.," A middle aged man with graying cinnamon hair finished.
"Yes," the man with the slate blue hair pushed his glasses up.
"Even so, it was deemed to be some sort of electrical storm…" Sora said indignantly.
"Does an electrical storm do this?" said a white haired man.
He lifted a remote and pressed a red button. The screen of the television in the conference room they were in flickered to life. The images of six creatures carrying six children glided across the screen. Behind them was a dragon-like samurai carrying a cyborg.
"It's a hallucination…" Sora frowned quietly and sat back in her chair.
"So you're hallucinating, we're all hallucinating the same thing on the TV?" the white haired man growled loudly. "You can be so…stubborn!"
"Me…stubborn?" Sora glared at the man, "Yamato Ishida…I'm not the one that's been pandering this about for two decades! I wasn't the one that poisoned our daughter with this! She would've never ended up in the…"
"See you're blaming me for that all over again!" The white haired man glared at Sora.
"Yo!" A young man stood up and slammed his fist on the table. His short, brown hair offset his fire-filled brown eyes. He was wearing a vest jacket with a red, silk shirt. "Now is not the time for one of your post-marital spats. Pay attention, we need to figure out what's really going on with Hikari-san; for all we know this thing is real and it's trying to hurt her!"
"Yes, Daisuke is correct," said another young man quietly. His violet hair and violet eyes shone in the semi-darkness of the conference room. "The more and more I look over the information, the harder it is for me to believe that something isn't prompting these…," the young man stopped to consider his word choice, "…episodes. Whether the prompts are actual monsters or not is up for debate, but whatever it is, part, if not most of the things Hikari-san sees, are not made up…"
The group nodded, except Sora who glowered in her chair. There were eight presently in the room. Sora was the only woman, the others were men. Most of them were either a year older or a year younger than she was, but Daisuke and the man with the lavender eyes were a few years younger than she was. Sora sighed and she looked over at the man with cinnamon hair.
"Any word from Kuro, Yamato?" asked the cinnamon haired man to the man with white hair.
"No…" replied the white haired man. "He usually is very punctual about responding to e-mails, but he's been gone for about five days…It's been odd…"
"He probably has gotten a personal life," said Sora with a frown.
"Sora," The white haired man growled.
"Will you two stop it!" growled Daisuke as he glared at the two ex-spouses. "My god you fight like you're married…" The man with the lavender eyes put a hand over mouth trying to stifle a chuckle. Daisuke turned his eyes up to the man, "What's so funny, Ken?"
"Nothing…" the man in the lavender hair coughed loudly and looked to the man with the slate hair, "So, Joe, do you think we can get her out…?"
"Not without getting ourselves committed," Joe sighed quietly, "Koushiro and Iori have been trying to work on things, in fact Iori is still at the courthouse trying to get a judge to force the doctors to let her out…"
"We really can't do anything until Kuranaka-san, consents to her release," whispered the man with the cinnamon hair. "Iori's attempts are just formalities, no judge will go against the will of Hikari's husband, and since Hikari is in a psychiatric ward…she is pretty much deemed unable to make her own decisions…but Iori is trying to get her to see a court psychologist…but…I don't think it will work…not without Kouichi's consent…"
"Koushiro, are you sure?" asked Daisuke as he looked over at the man with the cinnamon hair. Koushiro nodded his head and Daisuke growled loudly, "Well, what is that bastard's problem?"
"I'm not entirely sure we should remove her, myself…" whispered Joe as he pulled at the front of his suit jacket.
"What are you talking about?" The man in the soft blue, buttoned down T-shirt looked up at the man with the slate colored hair.
"Taichi, settle down; I just can't see how taking Hikari out of the hospital will help, she is…ill," Joe replied he took his glasses off and wiped them, "Kouichi-san has every right to wish to protect his wife from herself…"
"But you said that her fits have increased at the hospital!" Daisuke glared at the slate haired man.
"But there is no evidence that suggests that the hospital is what brought on the increase of…episodes, plus she is safer there," responded Joe quietly, "At least there, trained people can look after her, if she were to go home, she may try to hurt herself or her family…and as a doctor, I have a hard time accepting sending her home as a responsible action."
"Gah," Daisuke glared at the table in front of him. "This is a bunch of crap and you all know it…"
"Daisuke, please, stop being so bitter," whispered Ken quietly. The man's lavender eyes fell on his friend's brown eyes. Daisuke snorted quietly and Ken shook his head, "I know you care for Hikari-san, you have since school, but Joe is correct, she could harm herself, do you want that?" Ken laid a stern look on Daisuke and as he had expected the man fidgeted under the gaze and mumbled an aggravated dissent to Ken's question. Ken smiled and nodded, and put his hand on Daisuke's shoulder, "Yolei is talking with Akeno and Kouichi-san, I am sure she can try and persuade them. Yolei can be quite persuasive when she wishes to be."
"So you're going to let her beat the snot out of the little bastard?" Daisuke looked up and smiled. "If you are, I'll help!"
"Now, Daisuke, you know Yolei doesn't do that…" Ken smirked quietly and thought about his response and added, "…much."
"Pah, tell that to my tazer burn…" Daisuke smiled quietly.
"And mine…" Taichi looked up at Ken.
"Now really this is not fair, why do I get blamed for Yolei's actions?" Ken said defensively.
"Guys…we're getting off topic," Koushiro stood up.
"Ah, there isn't a topic to be on, like you said, Koushiro…there's nothing we can do," Takeru sighed quietly and ran his hand through his fading, blonde hair. "Let's just all go home and sleep on it…Yamato will you be coming over for supper? My wife is making spaghetti, and I know how you like her spaghetti…"
"I would, but I have this date…" Yamato smirked as he watched Sora grimace angrily. "With this pretty young thing from work…"
"Self-centered pig…" Sora growled under her breath as she stood up. "I hope you and your little harlot have a nice time tonight, Yamato. Wouldn't dare think you might come and see your daughter in the hospital…you know, the hospital that you put her in when you convinced her to get herself struck by lightning in a thunderstorm…"
"I'm leaving…" Daisuke got up quickly and looked at the two ex-spouses, "I'm getting too old to be listening to your fights…"
"I'm with you," Ken got up behind the graying brunette. "Not only that, but then I have to listen to Yolei's editorial on the whole thing…"
"Wait, I'll catch a cab for you guys!" Taichi scrambled out of his chair.
"Hey, I need a cab too! I live across the bay!" yelped Koushiro as he ran for the door. He stopped and grabbed Joe, "I'm sure you're brother wants to see you…"
"Uh…yeah…" Joe responded suddenly as he was dragged from the room.
"Umm…Machiko hates it when I'm late…so I think I'll be early," Takeru rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the two ex-spouses glaring at each other in a visual death match. They didn't turn their gazes to him so he sidled out of the room, "Uh, don't forget to shut the TV off when you leave…" Takeru then gently closed the door behind him.
"You just can't let it rest, that I've moved on…" Yamato said suddenly. "It just bugs you that I may happen to find other women attractive…"
"Of course it does, you jerk," growled Sora in reply, "I was married to you, remember, we have children, you need to be worried about them…"
"They are both grown," Yamato replied, "Kuro is thirty-two; Hoshi is nearly twenty-six …"
"And she's a vegetable in a hospital because someone told her, when she was thirteen, that she was destined to go to some magical world that would fix all her problems…and after that spell at school, and her manic depression…" Sora narrowed her eyes, "I could've killed you…when you told her that strange weather was a sign that the gate to your fairytale was open…"
"You don't think I felt bad…? I still do, there are days I want to just drive off a bridge…but I realized that punishing myself won't make anything better," Yamato shouted, "I tortured myself for three damned years, I nearly killed myself five times!"
"Yamato…" Sora gasped quietly, "You never told…"
"Of course not," Yamato glared at Sora, "The company made me go to a counselor, I was in and out of a hospital, not much unlike the one Hikari-san is in now, for the better part of a year, I still have to go for checkups…the company gives me time and such to let me work out my problems, all under the guise of company trips…no one knows, I didn't want anyone to know."
"That's still no excuse; you haven't gone to see her in almost five years," Sora shook her head.
"I can't bring myself to go…anymore," Yamato looked down, "I can't go and see her and see my little girl in that bed, and know I did it, that I robbed her of her first kiss and her first love; I tried to hide it for so damned long and tried to lie to myself and say it was ok, but it's not…I can't go…" Yamato looked up at Sora with cold, blue eyes, "I wish, sometimes that she'd just die…then she wouldn't suffer anymore."
"I know…there are days I think the same thing…" admitted Sora with a bitten lip and a sniff. "I've been talking to the doctor…about it…but he said he really wouldn't wish to do anything until all possibilities are exhausted…"
"It's been thirteen years," Yamato looked up, "Well…"
"She was fine until she had that stroke…" whispered Sora, "It's more like, ten years…"
"You mean she was awake…look it doesn't matter, it's been a very long time," Yamato looked down and clenched his fist, "I'm a horrible father…"
"I won't disagree with you, but I'm not totally agreeing either," replied Sora, "You did love them…but I think you just got carried away…with work, and making them happy, you forgot they needed to be parented…and you got tied up in your fairytales…"
Yamato stood up and sighed, "I have to leave, my…date…"
"Yes…your…date…" Sora breathed trying to restrain her temper.
"You know what? Screw it…" Yamato said as he flicked a cell phone up to his ear. He pressed a button on the phone and waited. He furrowed his brow and then sighed, "Ah, Nayumi, yeah I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel…yes I know that it's last minute, but an emergency has come up…Yes I know…No, I can't tell you specifically what happened…because I can't…just…I know…no I won't see you at all tonight…I will be busy…I may see you sometime next week…yes I know that's an awfully long time…" Yamato grimaced and rolled his eyes. "Ok…yes, I'll see you sometime this weekend, bye…"
"So, is that supposed to impress me?" Sora looked up at Yamato skeptically.
"No, but how about we go and have some dinner and get some flowers and go see Hoshi…" Yamato looked at Sora with his blue eyes. "I know…that I might be strong enough if you were there with me…"
"You know, this still doesn't absolve you of anything," Sora glared at Yamato, "but I'll do it, heaven knows Hoshi needs to hear your voice…"
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"Divine Feat!" A stream of light sliced through the oncoming flood of red liquid. The liquid sizzled as the light past but the ditch formed from the attack quickly filled in. Lucemon dropped down on a rock outcropping next to Renamon. "The D-Reaper is increasing in strength."
The golden fox nodded. She looked over to the others. On a scattered group of rocks were the other destined digimon. It had been a very long time since the digi-destined had left. It hadn't been long after their departure that the war had started. The Harmonious Ones raised forces against the onslaught of the 'Great Enemy'. Renamon, herself, had seen them use their respective digi-cores to mass armies of Mega digimon. She had tried to enlist with her lord, Ebonwumon but the turtle guardian had requested she remain with the other destined digimon and protect Gennai.
"It is becoming difficult to keep Gennai safe…it won't be long before there is no place left to run…" Renamon glared down at the forward moving mass of the red ocean.
"There is something wrong…" shouted Gennai from one of the rock outcroppings. He was with Otamamon and Labramon. The old man held two watches. "The temporal inconsistencies between the Human World and this one are disappearing…soon this world will be in synch with the Human World. Someone is trying to weaken the barrier…if they succeed in synchronizing the time lines the digi-ports will come into alignment…."
"And the D-Reaper will be free to escape into the Human World…" Lucemon narrowed his eyes.
A swarm of balloon like specters glided towards the destined digimon. They had four arms that ended in large guns. Their bodies were gray save for two, small, golden optical ports. They were tethered to the crimson sea by a line of reddish-grey rope. Behind them were a group of creatures that looked like a torn blanket tied over a body with rope appendages that ended in large hooks; two axe feet appeared under the creature's garment. Golden spheres buzzed around the blankets bodies; suddenly bolts of energy fired from the spheres at the destined digimon. Renamon and Lucemon instantly leapt from their positions. Lucemon grabbed Renamon around the waist as the fox flashed her hand forward, releasing explosive shining leaves. The group of attackers stopped their progression and continued forward. The grey balloon specters lifted their arms and started to fire spitfire bursts of energy.
"Snow Agumon, Ryuudamon, take Gennai, take him somewhere safe!" Lucemon shouted as he dove down to a clear patch of ground. He looked to Renamon, "We can't keep this up forever…"
"I wish we could attain our champion forms at least then we could give them a sporting fight…" growled Renamon quietly.
"I know…" Lucemon watched as a form rose out of the large, crimson sea and took shape.
It took a beastly hominid form. It had large biceps and thighs. Its green body was sturdily constructed and its small head was adorned with a horn. The beast waded through the crimson sea, walking towards Renamon and Lucemon.
"This is bad…" Renamon breathed under her breath.
"You can bet your sweet bippy it's bad…" grumbled Lucemon as he glared at the creature.
"What?" Renamon looked over at Lucemon.
"Sorry, still dealing with the merger of Kage and Kougen…" grunted Lucemon as he opened his wings. "We need to retreat…I've seen one of those things take on a Grandis Kuwagamon without breaking a sweat…"
Lucemon held Renamon again and took flight. He wheeled around and swiftly flew in the direction Snow Agumon and the others had taken Gennai. The red sea seemed to race after them sending its agents slightly ahead of it. Lucemon let Renamon down and quickly turned on the oncoming ocean and released a Grand Cross. The cross cut a swath through the attack forces, which stopped to analyze the attack. Lucemon then turned and continued his retreat.
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Night had fallen on the Digital World. The destined digimon were making camp. They had left the 'crimson plague', as many had called it, behind a canyon. It would take the D-Reaper several, long hours to fill in the canyon. They were hiding in a small grove of trees. The airborne agents of the Reaper were frequently surveying the area, but they rarely stayed to make a detailed scan. Gennai believed the long distance their lifeline had to cover between themselves and the actual D-Reaper was what made their stays short.
The old man was sitting by the fire and poking it with a stick. Renamon had taken the other digimon to find what fruits and nuts they could. Lucemon sat on the opposite side of the fire.
"So, Lucemon, how does it feel, tofinally be one, complete being merged together instead of two stuck in one body?" asked the old man suddenly. Lucemon's blue eyes flicked over the flames to the wrinkled man.
"It is odd, to have to try and merge two thought patterns into one," replied the angel quietly, "I know that I should be trying to accept Kage's urges, but…some of them are quite lewd…"
"Kage is a being of Darkness, they are quite passionate creatures, you are used to being an entity of Light, and are quite compassionate, and you maintain a sanctity that Kage doesn't," Gennai replied quietly. "It will be difficult…but you will learn."
"How far apart are the time distortions, Gennai?" Lucemon looked up at the man.
"For every hour in the Human world, an hour and fifteen minutes passes here, it won't be long now," Gennai sighed quietly and looked at the two watches. "We must find a digi-port, something wanted this to happen, and as soon as those digi-ports are aligned the D-Reaper will make its move."
"I do not understand how this could happen; I thought that man was supposed to make sure it didn't!" Lucemon looked into the flames.
"Oikawa says that the active force is not working on the Digital World side of the barrier, whoever it is; they are working from the Human World; Oikawa has tried to slow him down, but he says that there is only so many things he can do from this side of the barrier," Gennai looked up at Lucemon, "Was there anything that happened in the Human World that made you think that anything was trying to get into the Digital World?"
"No," Lucemon replied as he stood up. "Nothing…"
"The nearest digi-port should be fifteen kilometers to the east," Gennai looked up, "You and the other destined digimon must go…"
"What about you?" Lucemon looked up at the old man.
"I'm an old man, and I'm good at hiding," Gennai chuckled slightly, "and even though the Harmonious Ones like to pamper me, I can take care of myself quite well…"
Gennai stood up and looked behind him to the west. He let out a small noise of interest and Lucemon walked around the fire. The angel stood next to Gennai.
"Do you think we can win?" asked Lucemon quietly.
The old man sighed and looked up at the sky, "As long as the moons stay in the sky, and the stars shine, there is always a chance something good may happen…"
"When shall we leave for the digi-port?" asked Lucemon quietly.
"I suspect the morning would be best…" Gennai replied absentmindedly. "The canyon will not confound the D-Reaper for much longer, and it will be on the move again…its agents have been making longer and longer stays in the sky. I suspect the fluid has already consumed the canyon…"
"Then we shall leave in the morning," whispered Lucemon. He looked to Gennai, "what of you?"
"I'm a small target, I can do quite nicely on my own, I think I shall go into the mountains…" Gennai pointed with his walking stick up to a line of mountains to the north. "There are plenty of places to hide up there…and the D-Reaper will be slow to cross the rocks, as it would wish to search every nook and cranny…and I have a Mecha Norimon hidden up there…"
"They are coming…" Lucemon whispered softly as he heard the voices of the other digimon.
"Indeed they are," replied Gennai as he turned back to the fire, "We shall explain to them the plan and then eat. You will then all go to sleep, I shall keep watch…"
Lucemon nodded silently and walked back to his place on the other side of the fire and sat down.
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The morning had broken, and though the others had protested against leaving Gennai, Lucemon had persuaded them to relent to the old man's wishes. They made quick time across the grassy plains of Server as they traveled towards the digi-port. It was near midday when they finally arrived at the television. They found that the port was still dysfunctional. The digimon grunted in annoyance but Lucemon settled them down and told them to gather food and wood for camp. The digimon had become fast at retrieving roots and tubers and finding grasses and small trees that would provide fuel for a fire.
They ate quietly. They roasted tubers over the fire. The digimon glanced up at Lucemon and Renamon, who sat side by side across the fire. Otamamon was the first to speak.
"Are you sure this is right?" Otamamon asked as he ate the last of his tuber, "To have just left him to wander off…"
"It is what he wanted," replied Renamon quietly, "we tried to persuade him otherwise, but he would not listen."
"But he'll be defenseless against the D-Reaper's agents!" called Ryuudamon loudly.
"The decision was his to make, and he made it," Lucemon said in dignity. The angel was standing behind an old style, bunny-ears television. "We are to remain here until the digi-port opens, and then we are to use it to go to the Human World."
"So we're going to run away?" asked Snow Agumon quietly.
"No, we're meeting the D-Reaper at the Human World and engaging it there," replied Lucemon loudly.
"I hope Amy's ok," Penguinmon was hugging herself.
"She'll be fine, we'll get to them before the D-Reaper does," replied Labramon.
"And once we get to the Human World we can really kick D-Reaper butt!" Tapirmon cheered.
"That is correct…hopefully we can find whatever is behind it…and stop it," Lucemon nodded quietly to himself.
"Then we wait…" Renamon breathed quietly and looked at Lucemon.
"Yes…" Lucemon replied and sat down.
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Kuro sat in front of his computer. Three days straight he had been working. Typing out strings of code and copying mathematical matrices. It wouldn't be long now. The command codes were nearly complete.
He slid the mouse across the screen and pressed a button that said 'Save'. A blue line of bars swept across a small box and then a new box popped up that announced that the save was completed. A smile played over his lips. He reached up and pressed the button on the tower of his computer. A small shelf rolled forward. Kuro's fingers nimbly to the sides of a round disc in the shelf's depression. His hand fell to his hip and he grasped an object. It was about the size of small walky-talky or a large cell phone. A stubby antenna poked from its oval shape. Its side guards were black and surrounded a grey screen. Little buttons were on the lavender plastic background.
Kuro stood up and walked over to a coffee table and slid the scraps of circuit boards and disc players on the wooden surface to the floor. He took a hybridized USB-headphone cord and plugged-in the USB end of the cord into the port on the side of a rebuilt CD-Mp3 player. He took the headphone plug and slipped it into the bottom of the black and lavender device he held. He smiled slightly and put the CD into the CD player and pressed the play button. The screen of the black and lavender device instantly flared to life as otherworldly kanji and pictography swept over the black and white screen. The device screamed loudly in protest as the script rushed past. The CD spun down after a few minutes of silent running and the black and lavender device still screeched.
Kuro unplugged the headphone plug from the device and walked back to his computer. He clicked on an icon that showed two worlds connected by a line. A box opened up and showed a darkened red light on the side. There was a smaller window inside the main box. Kuro held the lavender and black device up to the computer.
"It is time; my fellow beings of Chaos…come to me…and make me stronger…" Kuro felt the strength in the device. "Come my essence, your centuries of waiting in that hostile world…will end! Digi-Port OPEN!"
The device in Kuro's hand screamed horribly as a light ripped into the computer. A second box flashed up on the screen as the light faded. It showed interconnected dots overlaid across a globe. Red lines slid from the first dot to other dots and then proceeded, like dominoes to bounce across the world. When the red line returned to the original dot, Kuro's computer flared again, but this time it vomited cherry red liquid that covered Kuro's floors and swarmed around Kuro's feet. The man laughed loudly as the liquid rushed up his body like an overexcited dog.
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Lights filled the well of the Data Weaver. Spheroids of light rushed to the surface. The well bloomed in a new, golden light. Voices could be heard calling out, whispering names.
"Derek…"
"Hiroshi…"
"Phil…"
"Rosa…"
The voices whispered airily as golden spheres of light lifted out of the well.
"Mina…"
"Sonya…"
"Noriko…"
"Anna…"
"Catherine…"
The spheres of light drew back as twelve glowing orbs lifted from the well. They held there place quietly and hovered to the balcony. Outside the city was aflame. The Harmonious Ones were feverishly fighting back against a tidal wave of agents. Suddenly the world shook. The spheres throbbed as thousands of lights across the country side flared into life. The sky above the Village of Origins glowed with golden light. A swirling vortex formed in the sky. At the epicenter of the vortex various images of another world were visible. The twelve golden lights flew towards the vortex. Hordes of lights followed the twelve spheres. Soon a steady stream of energy was driving towards the vortex.
The crimson ocean below rushed towards glowing TV sets and several of its agents rushed towards the vortex only to be cut down by one of the digimon military. The Harmonious Ones instantly made a call to defend the vortex and soon one hundred Mega Digimon were hovering between the crimson sea and the vortex, digimon of every make and model, beast and human, virus, data and vaccine. Angels and demons, knights and dragons, they all filled the air as they made a stand against the 'Great Enemy', but the Harmonious Ones knew. The true fight would be in the Human World, where the D-Reaper was anxiously rushing.
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AN: I miscalculated; I will be gone next week, starting Saturday. This chapter is a kind of lead in….guess that's why it's short. I spent a lot of time in Tokyo….for some reason. And the last scene…Blue…there ya go…
Dark Qiviut: Nearing the end but not completely over…No this will not be a shuffled MaloMyotismon/Apocalymon thing…though the ending is still up in the air…I have not yet chose my method to destroy the D-Reaper…though I have ideas…
Blue: Obvious? Oh that's a shame. I was hoping it would be a surprise…I think it would come off better on screen than it does in words. Some scenes just don't work on paper like they do on screen. This chapter makes it pretty apparent, but I still hope to pull out one last trick…and I know you won't see the biomergence coming! Yes, one point for me!
M.K. Green: When you get to this point; I hope you liked the whole next step of Armored digimon that appears after File Island, and if you like Armored digimon then I think you'll like Genesis of an Adventure, another fanfic that is in the works, but is stalled till this one is finished. I'm glad you like the length and the action, I know it can be a little daunting…the length. (Oh there are Armored digimon in Fall of Harmony too…well sort of, there are Yashamon and Flamedramon and such but they've evolved from digimon like Hagurumon and thusly are true Champion digimon…) And some day I'll go back and fix my earlier chapters, I know they are truly wince-inducing…