I AM ALIVE! And this fic is updated here, thanks to that is working for me again. It seems people has abandoned it... (cries). Gomen ne, I haven't written for ages. School keeps me so busy I hardly know my name anymore, and that stinks. Really, Second year at Secondary High... I do never want to go through this again. YUCK!

Anyway...

I thought it is time to pull in some more Takouji, it's been a while, hasn't it? And of course, having the Warriors to fight... Bohemus the demon rock. Now, now... because my teachers are evil enough to load me (and my classmates) with tons of work (from homework and essays to BIG exams), I am not going to be nice to them.

Only joking, you guys would probably skin me alive if I tried something like that.

Once more, very much blood in this chapter. Well, not anything I don't think most people can take, but if you can't read about blood (in different ways) then you should follow my advice, and find a little more suited story. Things will get really rough as it seems, and sometimes I do reconsider to make this an M-fic... but that would be quite evil to do... wouldn't it.

Ps: I should have mentioned this long ago. Digimon is returning... Digimon Savers will be released in Japan April 2nd. Too bad you're not there when it happens, lucky ones! For more news, and more rumours... check out the link to my "homepage" and read for yourself.

Chapter 16

Forever and Never

Bohemus...

Bohemus...

Bohemus...

Even if it was quite a while this Terror created history around him, few will be able to forget what he did. Elder creatures from Nemorisa have listened to this story for ages, younger creatures shiver at the mere mentioning of a corrupted rock.

It's an ancient story, and of all the Terrors he is the oldest of the Terrors, born back at the Great War between good and evil. Fought together with the original demons, yet on Jija, when the Light finally won over Darkness, he fled. Back then, who can remember what he did, really? No one does... like many other demons, he was sealed away under the earth of Nemorisa.

Yet his return is the main part of his frightening life. It all began with a volcano erupting and many demons escaped. This wasn't unexpected, witches had forewarned the strongest creatures about this and together many demons were vanquished before they could find a physical form. Yet, on the verge of being destroyed, he fled into one of the hot volcanic rocks. From that he created a for of his own, and overpowered the creatures that came to destroy him. By doing that the demons were able to enter Nemorisa, and cause chaos.

Of course this did not last forever. Bohemus is really a demon who prefers to stay behind and only attacks when all odds are for his sake. The demons who managed to appear were by the years destroyed as well, leaving imprint here and there. Magical objects with terrifying powers. As for Bohemus, his powers are now unstoppable. There is only one single weakness he has... a crack in his body. But no matter what, he makes sure no one, yes, no one will ever touch it.

Junpei blinked... blood pounded within his veins. Everything around him had turned into disaster. Izumi had been hit on her back, sent away flying into the mountain wall. He could see her blood now painting it. Her left wing seemed to be broken, thanks to that hit. As well had Tomoki fallen, now lying close to the very battle. His cry had been a shrill to the bone and yet he fought bravely for his young age.

Kouichi still stood, he had been able to avoid being hit so far, but he knew he wasn't to much use. His attacks simply did not bite on this creature, who fed on darkness. He sent attacks after attacks, draining himself out of all energy and now, almost invisible thanks to this battle, he floated beside his brother.

Kouji was yet standing, and blood coloured his hands. But it wasn't Bohemus blood, it was his own. In one of his hands he held a sword, summoned by magic. His wings flapped tiredly, he as well was tired.

Takuya was also alive, and angrier then ever. The more he fought the hotter things got around them. Kouji wasn't near his boyfriend at the moment, as Takuya was burning, literally burning and sent all his flames to kill this beast. With vain... a monster like Bohemus didn't feel heat or cold. It was really useless. Fire, ice or darkness had no powers to defeat such a vile thing. Kouji's sword did some damage, but for being an overgrown rock, Bohemus could move really fast and they couldn't find any weaknesses.

Takuya drew the sword he carried as well, hoping it would cause some more damage then his powers. But it was too late... a shock went rigidly though him and Kouji, finally defeating them.

Junpei gasped seeing his friends fall. He could not believe it. He prayed that they would be alive, but still... after all this...

Takuya made a weak attempt to hold on to Kouji, but in vain. He was too weak for himself to move any more and from that, he fell into darkness.

Bohemus started to laugh, evilly. He had won... he had beaten the six warriors without much efforts.

Above the clouds darkened quickly, and rain started to fall. Thunder erupted and flashes of light visualized this battle in a sad and tragic way. Bohemus, feeling hungry, neared the warriors to eat their bodies and to drink their blood. Junpei could hear Kouichi's screams as he did his best to defend his friends, being last to stand. But he could only witness everything. Bohemus first bite would be Izumi...

Something within Junpei woke up, feeling ready to kill... Like the once mythical thunder the Ancient Blitz wielded, a storm woke up deep within his heart. Roaring he stood up, and dashed at Bohemus, surprising the Terror greatly. Junpei had to be, five times smaller then Bohemus, yet with the power of his rage he managed to bring Bohemus to his knees. The demon was greatly surprised that someone of the Warriors could so much as move him an inch, but Junpei didn't just do that. He fell him...

Bohemus roared and tried to punch Junpei, but missed as the Warriors slowly ducked. It was also there he noticed the crack in his boulder-like body. The only weakness Bohemus had.

Bohemus punched again, and this time he hit. The punch went into Junpei's right arm, cracking it making blood drop to the ground. Junpei had never, in his life, experienced such a physical pain. Never before had the skin on his body cracked to any force and he gasped half blinded in pain. Bohemus cracked a smile, thinking nothing could stop him and that the blow he just had taken was mere a lucky shot.

But if so, then Junpei had to be the luckiest guy in all Worlds...

He wasn't finished yet. One eye opened, sparkling of electricity. The thunder above them roared and hit the ground several times. Bohemus cried, because he felt something wasn't right.

Junpei held out his undamaged hand, electricity forming into a ball in his palm. It was brightening and blinding as it flew from his hand towards the one point he knew he could defeat his enemy at.

"Blitz, help me!" he prayed... "Ultimate Thunder!" (A/N: I haven't been able to locate the English attack yet. Hope you all can live with it.)

It hit, and Bohemus roared in pain as his century-years old body cracked. Bright light emitted from the cracks, as the last of the demons from old time finally had to give up for justice. The lights grew blinding, and Junpei landed on the ground, exhausted and out. Even if Junpei would never witness the death of his enemy, Kouichi did and he was amazed. He was amazed as the demon soul in Bohemus was freed. With the soul being free Kouichi aimed at it with his own attacks, destroying it for good. Like it would really have mattered, as the soul would have withered away in the clear air.

"You did it... Thank you, Junpei!"

Bright lights... Junpei blinked several times as he finally opened his eyes, only to find that he was no longer by the mountains. He lay on a bed, on white soft cotton... someone had mended the skin on his arm, it was healed and he wasn't in pain any more. Really, he felt so much better. Perhaps he was dead, and had passed to Heaven...

"You're awake!" a familiar voice spoke. A familiar almost transparent face looked down at him, smiling. It was Kouichi...

"Kouichi... where am I? Are the others alright, what happened?" His voice rose several octaves as he spoke.

The ghost above blinked. "Take it easy, I am a ghost not a reporter. Very well... to summon things up, the others are fine. Izumi's wing is completely healed and the others have revived from the incident. We were more concerned about you, the Healers said that you were near death and if they hadn't brought us here you would slowly have died. There was some kind of poison in your wound which would have killed you, but they dispatched of it. Bohemus is dead, you completely destroyed him, cracked him, did the impossible. As for where we are... When you guys fell the Dragons came, and they helped you. The Dragon in charge of this healing centre Hikari, took care of you all personally."

"Hikari, it sounds familiar..."

"Probably... she's called the Light of all dragons. She's the little sister to Taichi, the leader of the dragon clans."

Junpei smiled. "That's good." he said before his energy drained again, and he fell asleep.

The winds came warm from south, through the Mermaid's Bay south of Dragon Valley. The Warrior's, now already legendary for their courage, had split into different directions. Takuya had joined Taichi to plan further moves now that Darkness would soon try to attack the Valley. Tomoki was teaching some dragon children how to ski, using his snow powers to create a mountain of snow. Izumi was talking with a group of mermaids, who seemed pretty questioning about her life in the sky, while she wondered how it was to swim in the deep. They did not admit it, but each of them were jealous of the other's beauty.

Kouichi floated outside where his brother stood waiting. Kouji nodded as the two of them walked (and floated) away to talk.

"How is he?" Kouji asked as they were away from sneaky ears.

"Hikari said he will be fine. The poison HE put in him is all gone. She also told about some kind of mysterious force being around him, it disappeared this morning. But it was definitely something that helped him to defeat HIM, because even if Junpei is strong, he isn't that strong that he can take on a terror like that on his own."

"I thought it could be the cause. I wonder if something like that could have been the reason that Takuya could defeat Mortog..."

"Wasn't it the sword who helped him?" Kouichi asked.

"Perhaps, but then why did the sword show up at that exact time?"

"Maybe Takuya has hidden powers we don't know of. I mean, even after all this time they all wonder how Aguni was able to hide his demonic child for so long, and then take it to another world."

Kouji smiled. "You might be right. After all, Takuya is still a mystery for everyone."

Kouichi chuckled. "I thought you had it easy to discover those things, you sleep with him, remember?"

"Kouichi!" Kouji protested sending his brother a glare.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? You know what. Feels good to finally have reached this place. I just hope we can stay safe here for a while."

"Me too Kouichi, me too!"

Takuya smiled as he rose from the comfortable chair he sat in. It was even designed to let his wings rest. Taichi was some years older then him, and not too different. In a corner sat Yamato, introduced as the scabby wolf. It had not gone any further then that, because Yamato had attacked the dragon's (Taichi's) lips before he managed to make it further. This made Takuya see some similarities around, and it made him laugh as he now knew about 4 gay pairs. He and Kouji, Daisuke and Ken, Takato and Jenrya (even though he had not seen them together, only heard what others said) and now Taichi and Yamato.

The three of them sat together, mostly talking about their journey and the news about the Demon, aka Shinya. Even if Takuya still hadn't fully recovered from it, his heart still refused to believe that Shinya was evil, and that would never change.

Taichi seemed pretty interested in the news, as well to hear that they had beaten Mortog, a spider no one thought was possible to defeat. When Kouichi had managed to find his soldiers they had been shocked to discover that Bohemus had been destroyed. Crazy as the Valley had gone creatures were getting a bit naïve thinking they could beat all of them. Taichi still didn't want to think that, in case anything happened. They still had a very long way before they would be even close to relax again.

What would happen if they were all proved wrong?

What would happen with his people, if the Terrors attacked and the Warriors would fall?

These kind of thoughts haunted him all the time.

Yamato sensing his boyfriend tensing sat down on the bed, his tail waggered back and forth as a dog waiting for his Master to feed him. Takuya could also sense the change, but couldn't understand it.

Taichi stood up. The two others followed him with their eyes. The majestic orange wings on Taichi's back flapped dusting up papers that had been neatly stacked. He walked over to his minimodel of Nemorisa. Almost all of the figures had been placed in the Valley, a few were yet on their way. Takuya could see Takeru being one of them, which would mean that Yamato was probably worried about his brother. Takuya didn't know why he should. That wolf had almost killed him once.

"We don't have much time." he said gazing down at the figures that resembled the remaining terrors. "They will probably come and attack us as soon as they can. I'm not sure we can hold their attacks."

Yamato looked down at his hands, shaking slightly. "Takeru." he said.

Takuya knew his presence had been completely forgotten by their grief. Luckily for him, someone came knocking on the door. It was Daisuke, dragging Ken after him. He seemed to have new reports which meant that Takuya would have to leave. The young dragon was more then happy to do so. He followed Ken outside and then hurried to find some more, happy faces.

Not all had been lost. Perhaps they were at War, but the victory wasn't claimed yet.

The sunny Spring grew warmer, and even at days like these you couldn't see the signs that the Dragons were preparing for War. New cottages were built for other creatures to stay at. Camps spread all around the Valley. Livia ended with the White Tears blooming, a common flower around these borders that had petals of luminous white and heart-shaped leaves. It looked related to the little White Anemone, but it can only be described as prettier.

Ichigora, the month of Thunder and Lightning proceeded. But like thunder changes the mood, the temperature, the situations... things changed for the Warriors as well.

They were not together all the time any more. With all the creatures assembled they had to return to what they were really. Izumi went back to the Aquilas, and her mother. (Her father had died that winter, killed by one of the Dark Scouts). Tomoki went back to Jyou's care, yet he often went to pay visits to any of the others. Junpei went to meet his clan at the mountains, and stayed with them. Takuya only saw him as they all went to celebrate his birthday, 6th of Ichigora.

Even Kouichi left, but he often went back to both him and Takuya, who stayed with the Dragons. Kouichi had his reasons however, to retrieve his good name as well as instruct his fellow ghosts, ghouls and poltergeists upon what they were facing. (Most of the spiritual creatures only came after hearing Hirokazu's orders.)

This meant that Kouji and Takuya were free to to spend their time together, without the others' poking eyes. In all of this, new habits developed. Even though they sometimes missed having their friends around, it was yet a relief to be alone and grow even closer together. Right now, they sat outside the "small" house Taichi had given to them. Only, the Dragon's vision of small had to be something Takuya would never learn. Perhaps it wasn't the Castle, but it was Huge!

The sun set, after yet another day... another day of waiting. Kouji looked up at the now starry sky, sighing. Takuya had fallen asleep, his head resting on Kouji's shoulder. Kouji smiled seeing his Dragon snoozing so close to him. Only a few seconds ago, they had been even closer until Takuya protested saying he was tired. Well, he wasn't lying. Being a Dragon had given him more responsibilities, some not that fun but still. He normally didn't protest, but today had been more then exhausting. Kouji had met him on his way back, looking close to the walking dead. It wasn't an expression he often used, except of Kouichi then.

The sun disappeared, with a small line of light. Now the vampires woke up and started moving again. Weaker werewolves who yet had to master light got ready to move on. But apart from that everything was quiet. Peacefully quiet. He wished it could stay like this.

He too closed his eyes, drifting out to sleep. He couldn't help it, he felt so peaceful, so safe. Such strange feelings he thought he had forgotten ever since is parents died. Mutual feelings that had hidden since his brother died. It all returned within a few days.

Slowly he passed on to dreamland. He saw his parents again, like he remembered them from being young. His mother, sitting on the long couch drinking her daily cup of blood-tea while he and his brother played tag with the ghosts. His father coming home after a rouge meeting with the Leaders of the City, just to be warmly welcomed by those he loved.

His dream changed, and he stood on a hill, gazing down at a small town. In it cars roared and people shouted from the streets at each other. Children played in a park, happily. It was a glorious summer day, and people enjoyed their day outside, some dressed normally and some dressed formally in colourful Yukatas. Yet all he had in sight was a small boy walking down the stree, his lips moving as he was talking but you couldn't see who he was talking too.

It was the memory of his arrival at Tokyo, and his memories of his search of his brother.

A third time the dream changed. This time it came from a near future. First there was darkness, then light. He saw a child, with untangle dark hair, sky blue eyes and dragon wings. He was dressed in a black robe, like he could remember having worn himself.

"Father!" it said. "Father, I'll be waiting for you!"

And then, he woke up.

Izumi was in a good mood when she walked down to the Valley, from having once more slept close to the sky (at a temporary camp set on one of the mountains.) Once more she truly looked like a princess clad in light blue, with gold embroideries. And she was in a very happy mood, since her mother had decided that she could wait for marriage, until she felt ready for it, which she clearly did not in another hundred years.

Half way she passed Junpei, who with some companions were burying another one in a mud bath. Junpei winked back as the blond Aquila laughed at their games.

Not too far away Tomoki was target practising on the trees. The little MistHimi would try to make sure that his parents were revenged and he wanted to be ready to face the dangers ahead.

But her main interests were not her mates this time. No, she was heading down to make herself useful for her people and trade some pearls from the mermaids. But to her surprise, as she came down to the bay, there were no mermaids waiting for her. Shocked she looked down at the water and saw it being coloured red.

She wasn't the only one who noticed. Ruki dropped her wand in the cauldron, eyes widening.

Kouichi flipped backwards as the wind increased threatening to blow him away. Only magical winds had that ability. Dark magical winds.

Yamato woke up, his pupils shrinking to the minimal size.

Hikari hurried to find shelter, sensing that her powers would probably be destroyed if she stayed any longer.

Darkness was now completely surrounding them.

The time of living would now meet its fate.

000

Once more, sorry for the delay. I am hoping to finish a new chapter sooner then this, but right now... one day exam, other day another exam, next day a new exam. So little time, somuch I want to do.

Shitza