Chapter Eighteen:

Life Goes On

Myotismon growled in frustration. What the hell is going on here? His eyes locked with Kyle's tear-eyed ones, and then he began to approach her, as if he was angry with her. Kyle eye's grew wide and she backed away from him, almost tripping on her own feet. "No! Stay away from me!" Kyle pleaded with fright, and she cowered again to prepare anything that Myotismon may do to her.

After a few more steps, Myotismon stopped; he knew it was pointless to continue. The rage inside him was building up, and he was so furious about this, that he almost had the urge to slash out on the one he loves!

"What is going on here?" Bellowed Myotismon to the city around him. "Who is to blame for this?"

"I am..."

Myotismon jumped -- not in fear, but more of shock. He turned around to see...me. I stood there, with my hands clasped together, looking up at him calmly. Time had frozen now. Everything...has stopped. It shall for awhile; all for the better. I want to make the world right again, in my own way.

The vampire gazed all around himself, with awe and shock running through him, as he watched all life freeze. He looked back at Kyle, and her face, was frozen with tears and fear.

"Where are the digidestined? Their digimon?" Was the question Myotismon had asked first, finally knowing that they were nowhere to be seen.

"They're back...on their Earth," I replied softly, and I too, looked around myself. "Besides, they don't belong here. Their lives...have returned to normal now. They do not need to worry about this Earth anymore..."

Myotismon slowly walked over to Kyle, and very gently, he traced a finger over her jaw line. I could see...in his heart, that he wanted to cry. He was too proud, arrogant to anyways.

"Why did this happen?" Myotismon questioned, with anger rising in his tone, "Why are you here? I would of made the world right again--"

"You will do no such thing!" I snapped at him, and my eyes grew with shock to hear this from the vampire. "You have caused enough trouble as it is for yourself, the digidestined, their digimon...do I have to go on with it?" I took a quick glance over to Kyle before I starred at Myotismon once more. "Besides, when...you killed off that horrid demon spirit within the girl, I took the liberty of stripping you of your powers -- all of them. Both yours and formerly mine."

"What?" Myotismon clenched his teeth, and even his fangs barred out. To me, he looked to be a savage animal of sorts. I never seen his face so angered for a long time!

"They were my powers, V!" He screamed angrily to me, pointing to himself with a shaky finger. "I found them! I harnessed them! They belong to me!--"

"Not anymore..." I stated to Myotismon. "I took them away...and now...I gave them to my real predecessor... The one digimon who was supposed to take my place of being the digital leader... When I died...I never had the chance to talk with him, now I did..." Myotismon waited for me to say who the new leader was.

"Veemon."

Myotismon left his mouth agape. "Him?" He seemed very surprised to hear this answer. "That foolish digimon couldn't lead even if he had a booklet telling him how to do so!" He almost laughed out loud, but because of so many mixed emotions running through him, Myotismon didn't know which one to actually express.

"Yes 'him'," I repeated. "Better to have him as a leader than you." Myotismon shot a disgusted look to me. "In time...Veemon will understand his destiny, and to understand the responsibility he has to these powers. It will be a very long while before he realizes this, but he is the chosen ruler."

"Fine then..." Myotismon grumbled childishly, and then his attention turned back to Kyle. "What will happen to me now?... What about...Kyle? Why does she not...remember me?" His eyes darted back to me. "Do you have something to do with her not knowing me anymore?..."

"A bit..." I replied. "You see, everyone should well know that when people fall into comas -- which was the case for the young girl, she woke up with amnesia..." Myotismon gasped so quietly that it sounded as if his last breath escaped his throat.

I continued, "I merely helped this problem along by erasing any memories of this whole 'digimon' ordeal...and you..." Myotismon gazed back at me as if he wanted to murder me right on the spot. I sighed, "I want things to go back to the way they were in this world, where no digimon or humans had contact with each other. That's the way it should be here. It's always been that way and should stay that way. Erasing her memories is for the best...or as if you had never even touched her..." I now shot a disturbing look to the vampire.

"Bring them back!" Myotismon demanded to me. "Bring her memories back! Give me my powers as well!"

"Please, try to be reasonable Myotismon," I said, trying to calm him. "The digimon back in the Digital World are allowing you to live there once more -- I asked them to, since you did try as best as you could to fix your mistakes. Just leave this Earth and go back...and never come here again, or to see the one you formerly love..."

Myotismon sighed depressingly to all this.

"What I'm doing now Myotismon...is my last wish of a digital ruler..." I spun around and held my right hand high into the air. "When I snap my fingers...all will be normal in this world. The girl and her family will return to their lives as if this had never happened, the people of this city will return to their daily routine...and you Myotismon...you will go back to the Digital World and never speak or take action of coming here again..."

Myotismon starred at me angrily, and having no comment now.

"When I count to three, I will snap my fingers..." I then counted, "One...two...three."

I snapped them.

Kyle sighed, for she couldn't find what she was looking for as she scanned certain places on the internet. She suddenly grunted irritably as her large, gray cat jumped up to the computer desk.

"Go away Katie!" Kyle said to the cat, and she pushed the feline off. "All you'll do is make my eyes puff out and get your hair on the keyboard, and neither is a good thing."

Just then, Kyle's younger brother Eddie, exited his room to see what his sister's doing. He stood next to her with an odd smile on his face. "So...did you find what you're looking for?" He asked with childish curiosity.

"No..." Kyle grumbled.

Eddie rocked back and forth in place. Kyle quickly glanced over to him and knew he had something on his mind and wanted to say it to her. "What do you want Ed?"

"Well..." Eddie began, "I saw on TV that something weird happened in Chicago..."

Kyle growled and slammed her hands on the computer desk. "Eddie, don't start this again! There's no such thing as this 'Digital World' to be real. Digimon aren't real, and there's no way something like that happened in Chicago! I never went to see digimon, and neither did you. It must of been a dream you had one time or something. Now drop it!"

Eddie tilted his head downwards for he felt grief that his sister wouldn't believe him on the matter. So, now, He decided to change the subject back to what Kyle is doing now. "Um..." Eddie thought for a moment. "So...what are you looking for on the internet?"

Kyle rolled her eyes, for she was already getting annoyed by her brother. "A book...on different kinds of flowers," she answered.

"Oh..." Eddie nodded his head and looked all around himself. "That's boring," he spat out, and then he walked back to his room to play one of the many videogame systems he has.

When Kyle made sure he was nowhere in sight, Kyle quietly mumbled, "Poisonous flowers..."

Matt, who was now around the age of nineteen, is hurriedly pacing the busy streets of Odaiba to find the right shop to go visit. His eyes darted to all the store names, and at the same time, to dodge out of the way of any oncoming city-goers and such. He hated to take trips like this into the city. Then again, he would only do this unless it was something important...and it was -- very important to him.

Matt's eyes lit up as he spotted the floral shop he was looking for, and he quickly pushed on the door to go inside.

The young man wasn't a fanatic of flowers, but he thought the shop was beautifully decorated with them. Their were lilacs hanging from the ceilings, and there was even a hedge with small, dainty flowers growing from it.

"Can I help you?" Called one of the clerks from behind a cash register.

Matt looked around to find the one who spoke in such a soft, friendly voice.

He then saw her: a young woman -- perhaps a bit younger than him, stood from behind the register, with her long, black hair draping over the shoulders. Her brown eyes were bright and beautiful, and even her smile...appeared it could win hearts of even the most foul of people.

Matt smiled and blushed slightly as he approached the young woman and replied, "Yeah, I'm...trying to find the right kind of flowers for my mom--"

"Ahhhh...Mother's Day..." The young woman stated. "You should not blush, for you are not the first man to be perplexed on finding what is right for the mothers..."

Matt formed a small smile on the corner of his lips.

The young woman walked out from behind the register and continued to pace through the shop. "Follow me please, and you can tell me what your mother is like so that I may determine what flowers are best suited for her..." She smiled sweetly at Matt, and the young man couldn't help but blush a little harder.

"Well..." said Matt, who was following the young clerk. "My mom is really kind to others -- and to me of course. Her...hair is blonde like mine, and she's a really outgoing and active person. She definitely prefers the summers over the winters."

The young woman's smile grew as she stopped by bright, and colorful flowers. "Then may I suggest that you give your mother a combination of daisies and daffodils?" She asked, and began to make a bouquet out of the two plants.

Matt laughed cheerily and wondered, "Why those two?"

"The way you describe your mother," the young woman explained to him, "She reminds me of daisies and daffodils. To me, these two flowers represents all that is bright and beautiful in this world; their colors express it. They belong here to make people happy every time someone happens to gaze at the petals." She then handed Matt the finished product of her bouquet.

Matt sniffed the flowers and starred at the young woman with some amazement. "Wow...I never thought of flowers...that way before."

As the clerk headed back to the register, Matt followed her once more. "Most people do not take the time to realize it. I am a citizen that does have that time..." she punched in a few keys on the register and announced the high price of the flowers. The young woman sighed, "I am sorry about the price. If I could, I would hand out these beautiful flowers for free."

Matt scoffed, "Don't worry about it. My mom deserves these flowers, and I don't care what the price is at all." He then paid the clerk and added, "Thanks for helping me pick these out, uh..." Matt spotted the little name tag just below the young woman's left shoulder, and read her name out loud, "Lie--"

"Lee..." Li corrected him slowly. "My name is Li."

Matt chuckled nervously and scratched his head. "Sorry," he apologized shyly.

Li waved her hand as a gesture for reassurance. "It is alright, you are not the first to pronounce it wrong. Do not worry about it."

As Matt started to head towards the shop exit, he glanced over his shoulder to look at the beautiful Li once more. "Well...I...hope to see you around some time...again..."

Li showed her brightly white teeth as she smiled at Matt once more. "I do too," she replied back to him, and then Matt left the floral shop.

Just as Matt kept walking down the busy sidewalks of the city once again, he suddenly stopped dead and eyes shot wide as a remembrance passed through his mind. "Shit...that job interview today! I completely forgot all about it!"

Now the young man felt like everyone else here in the city at the moment as he began to rush back to his dad's apartment to quickly change into something more formal for a job interview he really wanted -- really needed! After all, he didn't want to spend the rest of his life living at his father's apartment complex; Matt wanted his own place, or at least have enough money to share it with someone else for the time.

When Matt finally reached the apartment building, he hurriedly opened up the doors and ran up the long flight of stairs. He felt lucky that his dad's apartment room was not that far from the entrance floor.

As Matt got to the apartment door, he saw a hefty delivery man standing in the way. The young man caught sight of the large package by the man's feet, and the clipboard in his hands.

The delivery man stood in front of the door for a few moments before he finally noticed Matt to the side. "Are you -- uh, 'Yamato Ishida'?"

Matt rolled his eyes and approached the delivery guy. "It's just Matt, okay?" He answered a bit irritably. "No one has called me by that name since the fourth grade."

The delivery man shrugged for he couldn't care less. "Whatever," he mumbled, and then he handed the clipboard to Matt. "Sign here," the delivery man demanded somewhat as he pointed to spots Matt had to leave a signature.

Matt sighed as he took the pen from the clipboard and quickly signed a few places for his name. As he handed back the clipboard to the delivery man, Matt examined the suspicious package by the man's feet.

"I didn't expect this," Matt said out loud to the hefty man. "Who sent this anyways?"

"Uh..." The delivery man took up the package and looked it over. "Uh...it says here that a 'Headmaster' sent this to ya. Know anyone by that name, kid?"

Matt quickly shook his head, "No, so I don't want this package now. Take it back!"

The delivery man laughed harshly to this. "If you got a problem with this package, then send it back to the return address, otherwise, I'm just the delivery guy...you know?" The large man continued to cackle oddly as he walked down the hallway to go down the stairs and out of the apartment building.

Matt grabbed the package and looked it over himself. "There is no return address..." he grumbled. He grunted as he fished for the apartment keys in his pants pockets and opened up the door angrily. As he shut the door, he was happy to see that his dad must still be working, so Matt knew this was the opportunity to be angry about the package alone.

"Who the hell sent this?" Matt wondered inside his mind as he turned the package over in his hands. "What's...in here?"

Matt didn't hesitate to grab a cutting knife from the kitchen and begin to open it quickly, as if he couldn't wait to see what was inside.

When Matt finally got the package opened, his eyes grew wide as he placed his hands inside the box and took out the strange object inside. It was a large mask; white faced, with long, red -- somewhat dreadlock hair with a most disturbing, red-lipped grin. Looking at this, Matt couldn't help, but think that this 'thing' reminded him of someone...he just couldn't place it though.

Matt jumped as he heard a cruel, mirthful voice speak in his head. "Hello, Matt...we're definitely gonna have a 'hoot' of a time together!"

Matt dropped to his knees in shock as this voice started to laugh psychotically, and seemed to never want to stop.

Myotismon's eyes shot open. It was sunset, or at least growing into the night since the sun had just set behind the mountains, or even the hills of the Digital World. He slowly sat up in his bed and briefly stretched out his arms to rid of the tiredness still left in him. He turned his head to the side to stare out onto the balcony and watch the darkness creep into his castle peacefully...or, only for a short moment.

Myotismon shuddered slightly and his head darted to the other side as he saw a figure turning over in her sleep. The vampire gently touched the arm of this figure and realized just how tired his servant was. He couldn't blame her, for he gave this poor servant a rough time in his bed.

The vampire growled to this now. "Get up!" He barked at the servant girl lying next to him. "Get up and prepare my bath!"

As Myotismon fetched his long, black silk robe from a nearby nightstand, the servant girl shivered badly as she sat up in bed, and she averted her eyes from her master. She felt so much shame and violation going through her that she couldn't bare to look at him. The servant girl was terrified of Myotismon after all.

The servant girl grabbed her skirt and blouse from the floor and quickly dressed into them to shield her nakedness. Before Myotismon knew it, his slave ran out of the bedroom to go off and draw his bath.

Myotismon sighed a little depressingly as he headed for the balcony doors. He opened them up and stepped out onto the balcony.

When gazing over the tops of trees and grassy plains of the Digital World, the vampire lord couldn't help but be saddened that he was stripped of his mighty powers he once had. He didn't even have enough power to try and overtake the human worlds again. Myotismon just felt so pathetic at this point.

Myotismon slammed a fist down on the balcony railing and cried out, "Damn it! Why did the Digital World reduce me to this? Being a useless, powerless lord...that is not my wish..." He breathed in and out heavily and held onto the railing as if he was about to collapse to the ground. "I want my power back," he whispered.

Suddenly, Myotismon heard a seductive giggle coming from his bedroom door. That voice didn't sound so familiar to him, so who could it be? He turned around and exited the balcony just to see who could be in his room.

"It is a shame that the all-powerful Myotismon is left practically powerless," LadyDevimon stated as she entered the room, swaying her hips slightly from side to side. She walked up to the vampire and looked over his body. "A digimon as handsome as you deserves to have their power back..."

Myotismon gazed suspiciously at the sexy, female digimon. "Just what do you want?" He asked rudely to her, sounding as if he wanted her to leave his castle right away.

LadyDevimon pouted, "Awh, Myotismon, don't sound that way..." She circled Myotismon before she continued. "I heard of your awful fate and couldn't help but come to see if you wanted my help..."

Myotismon snarled, "Your help? I do not need your help on whatever it may be! Especially help from a female such as yourself."

LadyDevimon smirked and crossed her arms as she leant towards one side. "Are you saying you don't need my help on getting your powers back?..." She smiled mischievously when she saw Myotismon take more interest in her now. "And...maybe even more than that..."

Myotismon made a 'hmmming' sound in his throat as he thought this over. "You actually know a way to get my original power back?" He asked.

The seductive digimon smiled and moaned in her own throat. "Of course I do... I am not as powerful as you when your power is at its peak, but I have a plan on getting it back..."

Myotismon knew this was too good to be true. "What do you want in return?" He questioned somewhat glumly.

LadyDevimon pressed herself up against the vampire and ran her hands down his chest. "All I ask is that you make me your queen once you regain control of the Digital World...and the human worlds..."

Myotismon smiled, baring his teeth slightly. All she wants is to be queen? It almost seems too easy... The vampire wrapped his arms around the sexy digimon, and the two began to kiss each other gently, and then turning wildly. He agreed of course, after all, at this point, he'll practically do anything to achieve power once more...even if he had to get help from another digimon.

I see what is to become of everyone, but is it really true? Why does that human Kyle want poisonous plants? Can Myotismon get his power back and take over the human worlds, even though I have strictly told him to do no such thing? -- And that mask...what exactly is that mask Matt has in his possession now? I...know I've seen that mask before, but...where?

Whatever the answers may be, I can only sit in another reality and wait...to see if any of these happenings will come...true...

All is not...the end...

I want to thank all my fans and reviewers for this story. I am pleased that I got many more reviews than the last story, and I hope this continues on to my last sequel! I hope to hear from you again soon.

Farewell...for now.