Sora: Hush. Now, I do not own Digimon. That should be obvious. Once more Akira is beta'ing and it is now time to present our feature presentation!
Chapter Eighteen: The Ocean at the Edge of the World
Davis was in his dream world once more, the black waves were lapping at the black sand, they were eroding away the beach ever so slowly and then building it back up. Once more there was a person standing on the beach, this time their black hair was being blown by some invisible wind. What was different this time, was that their lips was moving, but oddly enough Davis could not hear what was being said.
Davis sat up, gasping for air in the slightly stuffy room. He pushed back his long locks that had fallen down during the night, and thought about the strange dream. His other self had been talking but he could not hear. Davis shook his head, climbing out of his bed and leaving the room. What he did not notice in the room was a small ball of fire that was making lazy circles around Takato's head.
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Takato was dreaming. At least he hoped he was, because if this was reality, he had to be high. He was standing on a platform in the middle of a giant sphere. What made this dream even more weird was that the walls were made out of fire, and not just any old fire, but electric blue fire.
Takato stared about him, wondering just what the heck he was dreaming about. He really needed to stop eating those frozen pizzas right before bed. He gulped suddenly, seeing the walls about him start to stretch upwards and out of sight, turning from a sphere to a cylinder with no end in sight. The fire started to dim and Takato noticed something odd. When the light from the fire-walls had been completely extinguished, dim fiery light still glowed around him as the platform descended into the darkness.
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Rika groaned, fanning herself even more as she sweated. The same could not be said for Renamon, whose fur coat could not even protect her from the cold that her partner did not seem to feel.
"Rika? Why are you so warm all the time?" Renamon choked out, her chattering teeth making it a bit hard to talk. Rika looked at her Digimon and responded with a high blast of fanning, which did nothing for her but made Renamon curl up in a tight ball to try to stay warm.
Soon Rika was asleep. Her dreams as well were odd and confusing, ones of ice and burning pools of magma. She blinked as a bright light started to form in front of her. when it faded, a peculiar person was standing there, in his pajamas no less. Rika suddenly blushed, realizing that she was only in a tank top and baggy sweatpants as Gogglehead, her Gogglehead, turned to look at her. Takato blinked, his eyebrows edging upwards.
"Gogglehead? What are you doing in my dreams?" Rika had jumped behind a slightly opaque piece of ice to hide what she was wearing. Takato blinked and shrugged while answering.
"Got no idea. Usually it's the other way around." When Takato realized what he had just said he turned pink, he covered his blush up by pretending that he embarrassed by what he was wearing. And he should have been at the very least embarrassed, after all he was only wearing a pair of pants with no shirt on, which allowed Rika to admire his chest, which was build up slightly but not too much. Rika's eyes were nearly popping out of her head at the Gogglehead that had invaded her dreams.
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Davis groaned, his hand flopping around on the wall for the light switch. He was in the bathroom after getting out of bed. He turned on the light switch and went over to the sink. He turned the cold water on and washed his face. Davis reached over and snagged a towel off of the rack and dried his face off.
He stood up straight and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened as he noticed something different about himself. There, in his hair, was a lock of differently colored hair. It was a deep green color, almost a teal, and it was not part of his other dye color. His hair had changed colors without him knowing it.
Davis sighed, accepting the weirdness of his life and trooped off to his sister's room. He entered the room and searched under her bed for the bag of hair dyes. Davis found the one that he wanted, he returned to the bathroom and started to dye the black streaks in his hair to teal green ones. When that was done he looked at himself. It actually did look good.
Davis returned to his room and was about to lay down on his bed again, when his Gestalt's screen popped up. On the screen was a map of the city with a dot in the middle of it. Davis recognized this as the symbol of a gate-out. He sighed and got dressed. In doing so he awoke Veemon, who sat up and rubbed his eyes while yawning.
"Davish? What'sh wrong?" Veemon asked him sleepily, his lisp coming through loud and clear. Davis smiled at Veemon before answering.
"There's a gate-out. Let the others sleep, let's go." Davis picked up the blue dragon and headed for the door. Of course he didn't know the first rule, never assume that something is going to be easy. 'Cuz the instant that you do, it just gets that much harder.
Davis headed for, once more, down-town (was it just him or did all gate-outs happen down-town?). He rushed into the mist that was surrounding the gate-out, he put on a pair of shades that he had stolen from his cousin.
"Etemon. Ultimate, virus type that had two attacks, Dark Network and Concert Crush. Hm, let's do this Veemon!"
"Veemon digivolve to... Xidodemon!" The champion flipped out of the sky and for once didn't land on anything below. Etemon, the big ugly ape, glowered at the dragon before rushing him. Big mistake. Xidodemon grinned before he flipped into the air and used his wings. He spread them wide, and yelled out a phrase that Davis couldn't make out, whatever it was it worked. From the spread wings came rings of fire that floated around the Ultimate enemy. Etemon grinned and used Concert Crush, which dispersed the fire. He held up his hand and waved his fingers at the grouchy Champion before he used his other attack.
"Dark Network!" Xidodemon's eyes widened as they flew into a building's side, face first. Davis gulped when he saw that and grinned up at the ultimate. The Ultimate grinned down at the little human and slapped him into a building side. Davis could have sworn that every bone in his body would have been broken, well they would have if he hadn't hit the wall Gestalt first. The metal device on his arm took most of the brunt, but Davis still groaned as he got up to his knees and held onto his neck, which was killing him. Almost as badly as Etemon was killing Xidodemon. This was so not good.
Xidodemon was once more thrown into a building side and Etemon turned back to Davis, who gulped seeing the Ultimate. The Digimon reached down and picked up Davis in a choke hold. What he, nor Davis, noticed was that Davis was going slightly transparent. Davis was groaning for breath and his hands flew up to his neck, trying to get his enemy's hands off. Etemon snickered, but that was cut short when he noticed that something was different about his prey. The human child seemed to be flickering, and when Davis stopped flickering he looked different. He lacked all color, the only shades being grays, and the device on his right arm was in a weapon form now. It had the boy's five fingers stretching out and longer to end in razor sharp points. What he wasn't expecting was that those points were quickly shoved through his throat. Before he died, Etemon looked into the human's eyes and saw that this was not the same human, not the same boy at all.
Etemon was deleted, but the human stayed in the air for a moment longer before turning back into it's more colorful form, and it then fell to the ground.
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It was a dark inky waterfall, the thick liquid cascaded down into the small full lagoon below. It poured down in a steady stream, dropping only a few inches down into the now over flowing porcelain bowl. The water poured over the sinks tiles, dripping into a ever widening puddle on the floor. It was oddly enough silent, it hardly ever made any other then a low trickling noise as it flooded the bathroom floor. It became a even thicker, dense and as sticky as fresh blood, the stream then flowed across the floor and it stained the light tiles of the floor.
Slowly it made its way out to the hallway from under the closed door. It spread even further, the inky water seemed to have a mind of its own, for when the woman of the house went down the hall, the water receded back underneath the door.
The woman paused at the door, she reached up and knocked on the thin wooden door. "Kari? Kari? Are you done yet?" She was greeted with silence. Mrs. Kamiya sighed, Kari generally took a long time to leave the bathroom before bed, but this was ridiculous. She twisted the knob to try to get in but the door was locked, Mrs. Kamiya sighed, it was time to get her husband or her son, Tai.
She went down the hall and peeked in her son's room, Tai was bent over a textbook sudying for some big test.
He was whispering "Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto..." He repeated this five times before his mother disturbed him by knocking on the doorway to get his attention.
"Huh!" He started, his head shooting up. Tai looked confused momentarily before he rubbed his eyes, "Yeah, Mom? What's up?"
"Tai, I can't get into the bathroom. I think Kari's fallen asleep in the bathtub again, and she's locked the door." At this she sighed, exasperated at her only daughter.
"Yeah, sure, Mom." He got up yawning and stretching. He followed his mother out into the hallway as he rubbed his hands through his messed up bushy hair.
They arrived outside the bathroom door, Tai knocked loudly a few times. "Kari! Hey Kari, wake up!" He shook his head when there was no response. "Mom, wait here. I'll be back in a minute." He went up the hall and into the kitchen where he rummaged through a cluttered drawer. He pulled out the lock picks his father had bought just for occasions like this.
Tai went back to the bathroom and picked open the lock the door, he swung the door open to only find dark murky water everywhere.
"Huh? Is there something wrong with the pipes?" His mother asked.
Tai's eyes widened drastically. No, no this just couldn't be happening again. He ran across the brackish water and roughly pulled aside the shower curtain.
The bath-tub's tap was still running, the water was like a cascade falling down into the tub's now dark depths. A single bar of white soap was spinning around the surface, contrasting sharply with the inky liquid. Tai thrust his hands deep within its depths, trying to reach for Kari. But he did not find his sister, hell, he found nothing but a void in the water! He was almost sobbing when he brought his hands out of the water which was flowing off of his arms. Some of it clung though, almost like dark tendrils, almost seemingly clinging to his flesh.
Tai turned to his mother, and only said, "Bring me the phone. Now."
She looked confused, "Where's Kari?"
Tai shook his head at her, while he reached to turn off the taps. He looked down at the floor, the water was to their ankles and was now flowing swiftly out the bathroom's door and into the hallway.
"Just get me the phone, Mom. Something has happened, something real bad... Again... Kari's in danger."
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Kari opened her eyes, and groaned. She stopped, her eyes widening out of disbelief at the place that she was in. Black sand billowed around her as a storm from the murky ocean blew in. Kari started to tremble as the dark aura of the place started to reach for her heart.
She started to shake, her mind tried to keep up with her eyes. She was so scared of this dark place, of this dream place, that she almost did not notice the figure of someone else perched on a rock nearby.
Kari blinked and then rubbed her eyes. It was a boy. He had hair down to his shoulders, its pure black locks brushing against a black shirt that was unbuttoned, the sleeves were short and his hands had on them fingerless black gloves. His pants were baggy black jeans and under the jeans there looked to be a pair of black leather combat boots. She could not see his face but could tell from what skin was showing that it was bound to be as pale as paper.
Kari walked forward, her feet leaving impressions in the sand. As she approached, she could make out that the boy had a pair of bulky headphones around his neck. These headphones had no cord and had a battery compartment.
She arrived at the base of the rock and looked up at the boy. Wen she finally saw his face she gasped. The face had eyeliner and mascara and even a little bit of black lipstick on, but she could recognize that face anywhere.
The boy's face was that of her friend Davis, who had gone missing a couple of weeks before.
"Davis?" Kari whispered, reaching up and touching the boy's cheek. The boys sightless eyess stared straight at her, almost as if desiring a soul. He did not respond to her whisper and he did not respond when she shook his to get an answer.
So she was shocked when the doll-like creature suddenly blinked, intelligence showing in his eyes. He hopped down off of his rocky perch and landed in a crouch on the gritty black sand in front of Kari. He stood up and started to walk down the beach with the young girl following him.
"Davis! Davis! What's wrong with you!" and with this, Kari reached forward and grabbed a hold of the young man's arm. To her surprise, Davis crumpled and gripped a hold of his neck. She could hear a low groaning sound from the boy as she kneeled down beside him.
Davis jerked his hands away from his throat and stared at them as they started to go slightly transparent. Kari gasped at this, her eyes going wide. The young man in front of her flickered for a second. When he stopped he looked different. His face was the same but his hair had colorful streaks in it. His clothes were the same except for his right arm. His right arm was encased in metal, the fingers went beyond their normal length to end into sharp finger shaped claws. Kari gasped again as he flickered once more and turned back to what he had been.
"Davis?" Kari whispered gently, not expecting the boy to snap his head around to see her. His eyes focused on her and for the first time she understood something. This was not the Davis she knew. This Davis was different in a way that she could not describe. His aura around him was different but it felt as if there was a feeling around him of not being complete.
The young man's head suddenly turned as if hearing a call and climbed to his feet. Kari blinked and also climbed to her feet, following and wondering what was wrong with her friend. 'Davis' walked to the black cliffs that surrounded the inky water and touched a protruding rock. The rock seemed to shimmer for a second before it was replaced with a dark opening that had not been there before. The young man entered the tunnel, and Kari made to follow him. What she was not expecting was that the darkness suddenly wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, she managed to let out a small scream before she lost consciousness. What she did not see was that in 'Davis' eyes a golden spark appeared before they were absorbed by the darkness.
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Kari groaned, as she struggled to open her eyes. When she did, the first thing that she noticed was that she was bound to a wall. She looked around, Kari saw that she was high above the floor of a chamber made from the black stone of the Dark Ocean. Down on the floor, leaning against the wall was 'Davis' with his knees drawn up to his chest.
"Davis? Get me down from here!" She croaked out, her throat dry and parched. The young man looked up at her with concern in his eyes. Concern that quickly disappeared when he hear something coming. A large creature came into the room. This was a Digimon that Kari had met before. His name was Dragomon, and he wished to rule everything.
"Davis? Ha! Little one, this is not your friend." Dragomon smirked at her confused look and went on, "Granted, at one time he was a part of your dear Davis, but he is no longer. He is the part of Davis' soul that my world, the Dark Ocean, stole from your Davis' soul. Oh, how truly easy it is to split a soul when the user is not being true to themselves." Dragomon sneered at the young woman as she let her shocked look flood her face. What neither of them noticed was 'Davis' looking concerned about the situation. Dragomon once more continued, "This discarded piece I call Taijin. He shall lure the Child of Miracles into my grasp, and when I have him." Dragomon pounded his hands together to make his point. Kari shuddered, which sent Dragomon into fits of laughter as he headed towards the door; the poor Taijin following him, while looking over his shoulder at the still bound Child of Light with concern in his eyes.
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Sora: Sorry, people, but I couldn't write anymore on this right now, but I put a lot of the Eastern Quadrant to make you all very happy. Besides, who doesn't like new characters that are part of old characters? Heh, am I good or what?
CR: cough ego trip cough
Sora: glares Ahem! I also have noticed something. Very soon I shall pass one hundred reviews. Now, for the person who gives that review, I shall either answer a question OR give them a guest appearance in the story, their pick.
Sora & CR: Please review!
