"W... wait a minute, you know?" Takeru snapped with a nervous, high pitched voice.
"Of course I know, Takeru Takaishi. It wasn't too hard for me to know." Kenji said dryly, starting to shut his laptop, while Takeru's blue eyes stranded with curiosity into the object.
"But it was impossible, how would you know?" Takeru questioned, trying to give himself time to flee if neccesary, and thinking how he could warn Mizumi.
"I remember you. You were a friend of my father, the boy who disappeared. Suddenly you appear, and you look the same as sixteen years ago. How peculiar!" Kenji said slightly angrily, "Just add two and two, and you get the result." Kenji finished, stuffing the laptop into the bag.
"Very sharp, what will you do now? Accuse me in front of all this people? Or simply tell Mizumi of my condition?" Takeru said valiantly, his fingers sparking lightly, safely hidden under the table.
"Don't take me wrong, I love my sister, and I don't want her becoming one of you." Kenji said, feeling slightly frightened at the threatening proximity of a full grown Digi, who seemed to have no shame in exposing his strength in front of all this people.
"Listen, Kenji, Digis are bornt, not created." Takeru explained, looking more relaxed.
"Stay away from her!" hissed Kenji in a menacing warning.
"Mizumi is 22, have you asked her what she wants?" Takeru asked leaning on his chair and drinking the remaints of his golden liquid.
"Does she know what you are?" Kenji asked with a triumphant smile.
"Yes, she does." Takeru said with a smile, one that was simply happy and noble.
"Impossible! She would never..." Kenji began saying, horrified, staring at the Digi as if he had just popped onto the chair.
"Never what?" Mizumi, who had just arrived from the bathroom and was eyeing the conversation with interest.
"Never? Never mind." Kenji sighed, staring at Mizumi as if monkeys were growing on her face.
"Onii-chan, are you all right?" Mizumi asked, sitting on her chair and staring at her brother with a worried expression.
"I'm fine! I just remembered I have to go to work. Can you please take my laptop home?" Kenji said, handing Mizumi the bag with the laptop inside.
"So early?" Mizumi stared at Kenji bewildered, "Well, see you at home, Onii-chan." Mizumi said with a fake, sad look.
"A pleasure, Takeru Takaishi, and consider what I said." Kenji's voice was tense upon bowing at Takeru.
"I will." Takeru said glaring at the man, still maintaining that look as the boy vanished towards his car.
Mizumi was staring at Kenji as he retreated, carelessly hitting the back of his large car against a tree. There was a slight tension in the air, a thickness that she couldn't understand. Takeru was not looking happy either, his hands kept fidling, and his legs shook nervously. Something had him worried, and it made Mizumi preocupied as well.
"Tk..." she ventured with a low, gentle whisper.
"He knows!" Takeru hissed, making sure nobody was around.
"He knows what?" Mizumi questioned, looking slightly annoyed.
"Kenji knows I'm a Digi." Takeru said in a much lower whisper, glancing around again at the empty terrace.
"What?" Mizumi couldn't help but yell at that.
"Shh, listen. He told me to stay away from you, he doesn't know you are... too. However, be careful, he is an Agent." Takeru explained, sweating nervously, and looking pale and shaky.
"An Agent? Impossible!" Mizumi snapped, hence a shadow of doubt was shading her face as she pondered the possibilities.
Takeru motioned at the woman to open the laptop, looking more firm and calm. Mizumi, casting a doubtful glance at Takeru, obeyed. The laptop oppened with ease, there was nothing, no code, no key or anything similar to unlock it, which was surprising. With a gasp, Mizumi began shaking her head, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. There, on the lowest part of the screen, were three letters: ODE.
"I'm sorry, Mizumi, but we have to be careful." Takeru said staring at the woman with a look of simpathy, "Take a look at his files. If he works for the ODE, he might have knowledge about the virus."
"A... all right." Mizumi said swallowing, her throat strangled, tied in a tight knot.
"Take care, Mizumi, better go through The Line. We might be on the watchout." Takeru said rubbing the woman's shoulder, pointing at a telephone cabine, a few metres away from them.
"All right. See you later at the Hideout." Mizumi said still trying to regain her integrity, silent tears falling down her cheeks.
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The blond Digi was looking so worried and distracted he didn't know where he was going. Things were turning upside down in the last few days, and it shouldn't be that way. Normally, the Digis were able to outsmart the Agents, and normally they were stronger as well. Normally you don't have a lovesick Digi enamoured of an Agent, and the brother of a Digi working at the ODE. To make matters worse, the most experimented group had fallen, and he was feeling lost without them.
"Well, well, a lonely Digi walking far away from any digital area. How irresponsible." Said a sneer behind Takeru.
"Well, well, a lonely Agent facing a cornered Digi. How irresponsible." Takeru said, glaring at the woman before him.
"Who said lonely? Attack." Kari, with a smirk, pointed at the Digi, while her right hand fidgeted with something similar to an ugly cell phone.
Out of the bushes, from behind the trees, or falling down the branches, appeared several, dark looking Agents. All dressed in black outfits, the hair from everyone was night blue, or black. The eyes were empty and hollow, also as dark as the shadows. A greyish, unhealthy colour tinted the skin from the five Angents. Four men and a woman, all walking towards him.
"Goodness me..." Takeru gasped, recoiling, recognizing, with a sharp shudder, the five attackers.
They were Izzy, Sora, Tai, Joe, and his brother, Matt. Takeru glared at Kari, shaking his head, stupefied. This was unbelievable, how much hatred? How much pain and suffering? How could someone hold such horrible and strong emotions in that maddening ammount?
"You sold them! YOU BITCH!" Takeru snapped, growling at the woman and rushing towards her, letting all his fury out.
The pegasus appeared where the boy's body flashed into nothingness. The animal tossed his head and golden white mane, opening his wings and flying over the bewildered attackers. Takeru's eyes were fixed on Kari's eyes, his whole body shaking with fury as he readied himself to stomp on her insanity. Kari smirked, making Takeru far more furious. Suddenly, the Angent pressed a button, and said something that passed unheard to the pegasus deaffened ears.
As if someone had stabbed him straight on the chest, Takeru neighed with a shrilly, pained sound. The palomino stumbled on the air, loosing his strength and his balance, and collapsing on the ground with a desperate flap of his wings. After sliding for several metres on the sand, feeling his knees, legs, and chest completely scratched and bleedy, Takeru managed to stand up weakly. Something he had forgotten, or something he hadn't given for granted. All Digis had an ability to drain other Digis of energy. It was one of the reasons they joined forces, because of their catastrophic reaction with each other. The horse turned around and saw, through his exhaustion and lack of strength, a large, black phoenyx flying above him.
"It's over, Takeru." Kari sneered, drawing out something that looked like an extremely long and sharp injection. "Sora!" Kari motioned at the phoenyx to come down.
The bird shrieked loudly, flapping her wings. Descending, the animal's talons clawed Takeru's equine shoulders. The Digi tossed his head, and tried to rear up, attempting to rid himself of the former Digi's pressure. To no avail, for being so weakened, and Sora so strengthen up, Takeru had no chance of freeing himself from the bird's grip. The palomino pegasus felt a stabbing on his left shoulder, and Takeru saw Kari putting the shot on him.
"No..." the horse whispered, shaking his head sadly, "No... Mizzy..." Takeru's equine head fell down in defeat, being followed by the collapsing of his whole, exhausted body.
Izzy's eyes shot open suddenly. The emptiness in them, the hollow and dull appearance, vanished to be replaced by a lively feeling. That name, Mizzy, his Mizzy. Looking around, he saw Tai, Matt, Joe, and a black phoenyx that must be Sora, resembling zombies without a mind of their own. The man knew he couldn't do much just now, so he decided upon prettending he was still being controlled by the virus.
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Fingers typing frantically, a long wire connecting both computer's USB ports. Mizumi was seeking throughout the work files archived inside the computer. It was deffinite that Kenji worked for the ODE, since every single work and pressentation had the symbol and the initials of the organization.
"Project Control..." Mizumi whispered, reading the folder's name.
The woman read throughout the log of the project, and afterwards entered the program to check its uses and its formation. With a cold rush of fear that ran through her body, the woman found what she had been searching. As glad as she was to have found the virus, a hope inside her heart wished she wouldn't have found anything at all that incriminated her brother. Mizumi passed all the information into her computer, for later studying and to program the antivirus.
"Kenji, what have you done?" Mizumi whispered sadly, shaking her head.
Mizumi pulled the cable off Kenji's laptop and disconnected her own. The girl looked sorrowful upon considering what Kenji had done, and what he was doing right now. The man's principles diversed inmensely from their own. They hadn't been specially united, for Kenji always had this jealowsy towards Mizumi. It had been true that the smallest daughter had been Izzy's right eye, but everyone knew he had his greatest hopes placed on the older boy, and brightest at studies. Both children had been bright, but Kenji was specially capable. With a sigh, Mizumi pondered about this new loss.
"Mizumi... what are you doing?" the man entered the room and shut the laptop shakily, looking very pale and furious.
"Are you an Agent?" Mizumi inquired seriously, pushing her chair away from the desk and standing up, accusing eyes glaring at the older programer.
"No, I'm not." Kenji said looking straight at Mizumi's eyes. "I'm just a programer." The man finished.
"But you created that virus!" Mizumi snapped angrily.
"Yes, it's my work at the organization!" Kenji spat as if it was obvious, looking furious while still placing his hands protectively over the laptop.
"Goodness, Kenji, what have they done to you?" Mizumi growled, clenching her fists.
"They are dangerous, Mizumi! You'd do a better work staying away from them!" the man finished shaking his head.
"You don't know them! They are just trying to survive while the rest of the world hate them!" Mizumi's knuckles had turned pure white, and her voice rose to a furious yell.
Suddenly, Mizumi's laptop began sparkling, and the screen rippled in large and furious waves, like a tsunami. Kenji saw this reaction and so did Mizumi, who was far too angry to worry about it. Purple and blue lightning began to arch over the small, black computer as the woman's fury discontrolled. With a frightened gasp, Kenji stared back at Mizumi, his eyes wide with shock, and his mouth gaping in awe.
"Mizumi..." the boy whispered softly, " You are one of them." He affirmed, shaking his head slowly and looking deceived.
To Be Continued...
AN: Ok, here comes the next chapter. I'm going to try and continued Origins in Darkness, my other, unfinished, Digimon fic. However, this one is so interesting it has caught all my attention. Although the ending doesn't convince me, I didn't know of another way to finish this story. Anyways, please, review and tell me what you think.