A/N: First off, it has been a while. But you know what? I've stopped caring that's it's been a while, so this'll be the last time you see me mention such things. Secondly, it shall no longer say Tokyo in the time and place thingies until Tokyo is rebuilt, but will instead say Ruins of Tokyo. This is mostly to just change how the reader sees it so I don't have to do an in-depth description of how it looks now. Some places, of course, are mostly unharmed (such as Matsubara Manor), but for the most part ruins will describe the entire city rather well.
Furthermore, I changed the title of this chapter when I decided I had too much stuff for one chapter. It WAS going to be Reunion, but is now Fathers. Next chapter, assuming I don't have too much stuff again, will be Reunion.
Disclaimer: Giggity giggity giggity. Giggity Gig. TRANSLATION: I don't own Digimon.
Chapter Six: Fathers
12:54PM/Japan/Ruins of Tokyo/Streets
Blake stared as the rebuilding crew of digimon appeared. He answered the call on his D-Phone nervously. "Yeah, about that…." He trailed off. At the moment, he stood on the remains of the wall of what was now the top floor of what had been one of the city's taller buildings. He glanced down to the streets where various digimon of various levels were already starting to get things cleaned up. "I'll get back to you later on that. Just get everyone to Matsubara Manor and I'll be there by two thirty." He hung up and looked down to the streets again. After a few seconds, he found the digimon he was looking for. He turned to Bearmon, at his side, and nodded. In an instant the two of them curled up into balls and rolled off the building at high speed.
When they landed on the ground, the rolled to a stop directly in front of the digimon Blake had been looking for: an Ophanimon. "Milady." Blake and Bearmon said in unison as they uncurled from their balls and immediately kneeled.
"Blake, Bearmon." The Ophanimon replied, surprise evident in her voice. "You're here?"
"You thought we went missing for a few years in the Digital World?" Blake replied, "We wouldn't do that. We came here to the Real World specifically to deal with Dan. And the problem has escalated."
"Ah, yes. You told me about that in that message we got from you before you vanished. I would assume by 'escalated' you mean this?"
"Yes. It appears my theory on the sins is correct. And Pride got the better of Dan, resulting in the uniform height of all the buildings around here." Blake gestured towards the building he had just come from. "And you? What brings you here, my queen?"
"Well, my knight, Brian was sent to inform Lynn of the coming of the Demon Lords in your absence. When it became evident the city would be destroyed and they stopped in the Digital World on their way here, he asked me to gather a rebuilding crew and bring it here when our sensors detected that the Demon Lords had returned to the Digital World."
"Call Brian by his digimon name here, please. The others do not know of him, and I will deal with that later myself. For the time being, our relations to him and him being a hybrid shall remain secret." Blake said, glancing to Bearmon to see if his partner had anything to add.
The bear digimon thought for a moment. "I'll assume you brought DotShineGreymon with you as the chief architect for the rebuilding, so I'll move on to the more pertinent question. How long do we expect repairs to take?"
In response, Ophanimon took out a small handheld screen of some sort, whispered into it and held it to her ear before replying, "Human rebuilding crews are already on their way. Depending on their willingness to work with our plans and the amount of people they send, we're looking at two to nine months, RWT."
Blake frowned momentarily. "We're introducing them to digimon rather suddenly. Can you handle the diplomacy aspect while we go after the Demon Lords? We can take care of much of it afterwards, but its best we deal with them first."
"Of course. I didn't become the queen for my fighting prowess alone. Otherwise Bearmon would be king."
"Be careful, logic isn't as effective with humans. Still extremely effective, but sometimes it just won't get you anywhere no matter how hard you try."
"Of course. Go deal with Fightermon and then go save the worlds." Ophanimon smiled, but it was rather forced.
"We'll be fine. We should be back before nightfall if you stay here." Blake said, kissing Ophanimon on the cheek quickly before rolling off with Bearmon in search of Fightermon.
1:25PM/Japan/Ruins of Tokyo/Streets
Fightermon had his hands full. He'd come across the Gazimon, Dracmon, and Commandramon. All three vehemently insisted they'd been at a higher level in the Digital World before being dragged into the Real World for no apparent reason.
"Honestly, I'm the guardian Ceruberumon!" the Dracmon shouted.
"And I'm the guardian Dobermon!" Now the Gazimon.
"I was a Tankdramon patrolling the gates of Digitropolis!" The Commandramon.
Fightermon didn't know why they came to him to complain. Frankly, he didn't understand their problem at all. "I'm telling you, I don't know what to say. If Blake shows up, I'm sure he'll be able to help you, but…." He trailed off as he saw two balls rolling towards them. The balls stopped and uncurled to reveal Blake and Bearmon.
"Finally. We've looked all over the city for you!" Bearmon said.
"Look, uh, these three claim they weren't supposed to show up here in the Real World, so if you could take care of that before yelling at me…." Fightermon replied.
Blake rolled his eyes and took out his D-Phone, holding it up to the three digimon. A few seconds later, his jaw dropped. "That's not right. Those are physical properties I've only seen associated with Bearmon, Arkadimon, Gaomon, Coronamon, Lunamon, Leormon, and Labramon."
"What?!"
"The physical laws that bind Digidestined and their partners are applying to you three on a weaker level. Not only that, but your partner force lines lead through me."
"In layman's terms?"
Blake rolled his eyes again as he explained as quickly as he could, "You have human partners, and you're inevitably bound to follow me until you meet them, which you're likely to do rather shortly. Working with a quick theory though, I'd say you aren't the partners of Digidestined."
Silence greeted his explanation. He looked over the three digimon, and then continued. "Now, if you'll excuse me and Fightermon here, we have some private matters to attend to. You can go wait over at that intersection over there." He pointed to the left, and the three digimon made their way to the indicated intersection.
Fightermon waited until the three were out of hearing distance, and then seemed to take on the persona of a teenager who knew they were about to be lectured. "Look, dad, it isn't a big deal…"
"It's a huge deal, Brian!" Blake yelled, very much the angry father giving the lecture. "Lynn and her team have trained for such an incident for years. You could've been killed. This isn't the Digital World where you just get deleted and come back in a few days as an In-Training. I don't know how else to put this, but I know very well that you were not ordered to deal with this, you were told to alert Lynn and get your ass back to the Digital World."
Fightermon winced, then further fulfilled stereotypes and became insolent. "And I was just supposed to let Lynn and all of them head into this unprepared? I've fought Doommon before. I'm more than a match for them. And how was I supposed to know they'd ultima digivolve?"
"You were supposed to assume they could. And what about the Demon Lords? What were you going to do about that?"
"You and the others were here to take care of them! You've done it before. It wasn't like Hadesdramon was here wreaking havoc with them!"
"No, but Dan was! I warned you, don't ever mess with Demon Lord problems. And what do you do? The first chance you get you come storming into an army of Doommon that are led by the Demon Lords! Have you forgotten that they're more powerful around them? Have you forgotten that they spontaneously digivolve when exposed to extreme dark power?"
Fightermon once again became very meek. "I thought I could handle it."
"You thought you could handle it? YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HANDLE IT?" Blake would've angrily leapt at Fightermon and struck him down if Bearmon hadn't suddenly stood between the two of them.
"Blake, calm down. We have other work to do, and yelling won't change anything. And Brian, you're grounded indefinitely. You get to help out here with the rebuilding, and then you go right back to Digitropolis and don't leave until we deem it appropriate."
Blake stayed quiet, but the look in his eyes made it evident he hardly deemed the punishment sufficient. He walked off towards the Gazimon, Commandramon, and Dracmon, and from there led the three of them to Matsubara Manor.
2:28PM/Japan/Ruins of Tokyo/Matsubara Manor/Main House/Living Room
Matsubara Manor was one of the few places in the main parts of the city that was almost entirely unaffected by the attack. Perhaps this was mostly due to the fact that the property took up a whole city block, perhaps because it was only four stories tall at the highest point and had therefore escaped the God Matrix attack. Perhaps both. Either way, it was now a haven for anyone nearby who had managed to survive the battle. One of the surrounding walls had been crushed by rubble that, oddly enough, had been thrown on it after the digimon left by Kile. And through the resulting gap had poured too many refugees to count.
As a result, upon arriving Kira had opened up the Guest House to the refugees and the bathroom facilities and upper levels of the main house. The Living Room was the most isolated from these areas and the massive courtyards outside, and was therefore now the base of operations for the Digidestined and their digimon, as well as Lynn Smith's CIA squad and King Edward and his guard. For the moment, they were making small talk amongst each other and waiting for Blake and Bearmon to show up. And right about now, Lunamon noticed the sudden hush outside the room.
"Everyone! Something's going on outside. It just got really quiet." The rabbit digimon proclaimed after hopping onto a table. Hey, she is rather short.
The room fell silent at her proclamation and Wayne made his way to the door before taking a look through it. "It's Blake and Bearmon. And they've got a couple other rookie levels with them, presumably non-hostile." He said, pulling his head back into the room. CIA members and Edward's guard made their way to the side of the room, understanding that they would not be making any decisions here and their presence was more out of convenience than anything else.
Bearmon was the first to enter, followed by a rather shocked looking Gazimon who stayed close behind him. After that came the Commandramon, looking around the room as if looking for threats before standing right next to Edward and leaning on the couch that Edward sat on. Then came the Dracmon, who paused after seeing all the people in the room. Finally, Blake entered, shoving the Dracmon rather rudely at Lynn. The look on Blake's face suggested rather obviously that he was upset, to say the least.
"What's with the rookies?" Leormon asked, perking up from where he'd been resting on an ottoman.
"People's partners, definitely not Digidestined." Blake replied bitterly.
"Excuse him, personal matter we had to take care of." Bearmon hastily explained.
"You were going to explain the rebuilding crew." Wayne said.
"While you're at it, explain to me who Fightermon is. Said he knew you, in a roundabout way." Lynn added.
"He did?" Wayne asked.
""You met him?" Lynn countered.
"Fightermon is not something I'm ready to discuss right now." Blake replied, cutting the two off before continuing, "As for the rebuilding crew, I've been told that Fightermon had requested it during the transit here from Langley."
"Told by who? I never saw him talk with anyone." Lynn asked.
"Queen Ophanimon herself received the message. He must've texted it to her with his D-Phone. You wouldn't have noticed, it probably just looked like he was tapping his armor before he digivolved."
"Two things: A, he has a D-Phone?! B, who is Queen Ophanimon?" Felicia asked.
"A, long story I'm not going to talk about, b, it's been over twenty thousand years since you've been to the digital world. A lot has changed, Queen Ophanimon has been queen of the digital world for over three thousand years. I helped her conquer, and in fact me and Bearmon are now knights of hers."
The room went quiet again, as if everyone was processing the information. Oddly enough, it was Edward who first broke the silence. "So what do we do now?"
"WE do nothing." Blake replied, gesturing to indicate the entire room, "WE need to figure out some way to get the sins out of the Demon Lords." He now gestured only to indicate the Digidestined and their partners.
Silence again. RandomCIAMember37 (A/N: Yes, that is his name. I have spoken.), against everything he had ever been taught, spoke up. "Well, the Digital World IS made of data, right? Why not just program something in to do that?" RandomCIAMember37 soon regretted speaking when everyone stared at him.
"That's actually not a bad idea." Wayne said, looking to Blake. "Is it possible?"
Blake sighed. "Possible? Yes. That easy? No."
"Well do you have any better ideas?" Jeff replied.
"No." The multi-thousand-year-old conceded, "It'll require a visit to my father, probably a phone call in advance."
"Your father? Why your father?" Aki asked.
Bearmon looked up to see Blake looking rather nervous at the prospect of having to see his father. "Well, he did sort of write the original program for it himself."