Author's notes: After my account was deleted accidentally, I rewrote some parts of Dark Wing. There is another version, Dark Wing Type 2, that I'm writing that follows the anime more accurately. But for now, I'll focus on finishing the original Dark Wing since I want to wait and see what happens in the Japanese Tamer series. I'll upload the other chapters once I've finished double-checking them. Thanks for your patience.

Author's notes: After some consideration, I've decided to use the Japanese levels, since I'm already using the Japanese names, cards and attacks anyway. Therefore:

Digimon Levels:

Child : Rookie
Adult : Champion
Perfect : Ultimate
Ultimate: Mega



Digimon Tamers: Dark Wing

Two more enemies?! Get well soon, Takato!

Disclaimer: Digimon Tamers and related elements are registered trademarks of Toei, Bandai and their respective owners and are used without permission.


The next day...

The class' mood was considerably brighter with Juri's return, though Takato was absent with a cold. Lee met the girl after school.

"Katou-san," the blue-black haired boy said as he walked with her out of the school gates. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Juri replied, smiling. "I'm really worried about Takato-kun, though. He was really cold yesterday..."

"Why don't we stop by and see how he's doing? I'm sure Ruki wouldn't mind waiting for a while."

"Good idea!" Juri chirped happily. "Let's go!"


"I don't see why we had to allow them to escape," Ice Devimon commented as he followed Devimon through a dark hallway, eventually stepping out into a large cavern. Fladramon, Holsmon and Digmon stood at attention, while at the centre hovered the Black Gate, looking ominous in the shadows cast by four torches on pedestals.

"Moving the Black Gear to a safer location was more important," Devimon explained. "We can eliminate the Tamers at any time, but before that we must guarantee the safety of the Gate."

"Wouldn't eliminating them immediately guarantee the Gate's safety?" Ice Devimon asked.

Devimon nodded. "Perhaps," he admitted. "But there was the chance the Gate might have been damaged accidentally in the ensuing melee." He looked up at the Black Gate. "It's better to take no chances." The Dark Messenger spoke to the three armoured Digimon. "Leave us." The enslaved Digimon bowed before turning and leaving the room. "Now," Devimon said, turning to Ice Devimon. "Watch carefully." The black-clad Digimon stepped forward, standing in front of the Black Gate. "This is how I revived you, even after you had been...'loaded'."

Ice Devimon raised an eyebrow as Devimon raised his hand to show three cards. "Cards?"

"Observe." The Black Gate slowly creaked open as the Dark Messenger waved his other hand, summoning a host of Black Gears. "By infusing these Data Copy cards with evil energy," Devimon explained as he continued his preparations, "I was able to use them to obtain a 'copy' of whatever Digimon I used them on."

"You mean cloning?"

"Not exactly." Devimon turned to fix Ice Devimon with an amused glance, impressed that he was following the explanation so easily. "Though I hope to do that soon enough. For now, I can only obtain the raw data." The torches flared, sending jets of flame upwards and lighting the room in an inferno of light and shadows. "And now, it begins."


"Good afternoon!" Juri called, walking into the Matsuda family bakery, Lee right behind her.

"Oh," Takato's mother, Matsuda Mie said, greeting the girl. "Hello, Juri-chan! I'm glad to see you back." She turned to look at Lee. "Uh...you were one of Takato's Tamer friends right?"

"Yes," Lee said, bowing slightly. "Lee Jenrya. Nice to meet you."

"Please, don't be so formal, Lee-kun," Mie smiled. "Any friend of Takato is welcome here." She turned to Juri. "Here to buy something, Juri-chan?"

"Not to-day," Juri replied. "How's Takato-kun?"

"Still in bed," Mie sighed. "You can go up to see him if you like. Wait a moment." The woman turned and called. "Dear!"

A moment later, Takato's father, Matsuda Takehiro, appeared, blanketed with flour. "Yes? Is something wrong?"

"No, no," Mie told her husband. "Can you just take Takato's friends up to his room? He could probably use the company."

"Of course," the baker said, motioning Lee and Juri to follow him. "This way."

The two of them followed Takato's father into the house and in a few moments they were standing outside Takato's room. "Takato!" Takehiro called, knocking on the door. "Your friends are here to see you!" A muffled squeak came from the room. Takehiro smiled at Juri and Lee. "Uh...go right in," he said. "I've got to go. I've some pastry in the oven."

"Okay," Lee said, bowing. "Thank you, Matsuda-san."

Takehiro smiled and nodded as he walked past them and down the stairs. "Well," Juri said cheerfully. "Shall we go in?"

"After you," Lee said, holding the door open. Juri smiled and walked in, only to dash out with a flustered expression, her face bright red with embarrassment."What's wrong?" Lee asked worriedly.

"Daaaaad!" Takato wailed from inside his room. "I said don't let them in! I was getting dressed!"



"I grow fearful," Zhuqiaomon said, turning to the other Holy Beasts. "Something is not right."

"Indeed," Qinglongmon agreed, focusing his four eyes on his fellow Holy Beast. "The Messenger has eluded our attempts to track him and locate the portal he used to escape the Dark Ocean."

"No, not that," the Southern Holy Beast told him. "Something else. In the past, the Dark Messenger has shown he would not hesitate to aid other Dark Digimon, if he felt they would bring about the Great Darkness he has always hoped for. This time, it seems he is acting on his own."

"Considering most of the great Dark Digimon have been vanquished," Baihumon pointed out, "what choice does he have?"

Xuanwumon chuckled slightly. "Hmmm..." The ancient turtle swiveled his twin heads, looking at the map of the Digital World at the centre of the chamber. "We may be underestimating him," the Holy Beast said. "The Messenger is infamously intelligent. After all," he added, nodding at Qinglongmon. "He did travel to File Island and attempt to slay the Children as soon as they arrived."

"Perhaps we should crush him ourselves!" Baihumon growled, gnashing his teeth. "I could use a good battle."

Zhuqiaomon cocked his head. "Perhaps, as a last resort." The many-winged Holy Beast began glowing. "The humans should be able to defeat him. But still..."

"There is still something ominous in the air..." Qinglongmon finished for him.



Devimon's eyes lit up, glowing brightly as he threw two of the three Data Copy cards into the Black Gate. "Powers of Darkness..." he said, his voice echoing through the cavern. "Hear my summons!" As one hand began drawing symbols in the air, the other waved at the Gears, sending them into the Gate. "Accept my humble offering...Bring forth the vengeful spirit encased within the data! Data Copy! Accept my Black Gears!" The cards and Gears exploded in a display of light, swirling as they took form. "Arise!" One of the new beings let out a howl as it leapt out of the Gate.

"Dataaaaaa!" The new arrival stepped forward, wielding a massive bone as a club. "Dataaaaa!"

"Ogremon?" Devimon muttered to himself as the creature looked around.

"No," Ice Devimon said, stepping up beside him. "Fuugamon. Adult. A useless, brutish creature with little brawn and even less brain."

"I see."

"Dataaaaaa!" Fuugamon howled as its eyes landed on the two Fallen Angel Digimon. "Dataaaa!"

Devimon snorted. As Fuugamon charged, raising its club, the Dark Messenger's arm suddenly elongated, impaling the Adult. "Feh," the Dark Digimon snorted again. "Ogremon was better."

Fuugamon gave one final howl of "Dataaaaa!" before exploding in a shower of sparks, filling the air with data.

Devimon shut his eyes, his ragged yet powerful wings spreading to their full width. "Hell Contract!"

Ice Devimon watched as his fellow Fallen Angel absorbed Fuugamon's data. "An interesting technique," he commented.

"Hell Contract is my most powerful technique, depending on how I use it." Devimon opened his eyes as he explained. "In the past, I've used it to incinerate my enemies, heal my allies and summon forth all the great powers of Darkness." The demonic Adult raised a glowing hand. "However, Death Claw is still my personal favourite. Now," he said, turning to the Black Gate once more. "I hope this other Digimon is more worthwhile..."

"..." The Digimon within the Gate slowly stepped out, looking around cautiously. It was dressed in ancient Japanese armour and wielded a huge katana blade. A helmet and mask decorated with a fierce-looking demon's head hid the Digimon's even fiercer face. "I...live?" The Gate began closing, the noise making the samurai whirl around and raise his sword.

"Welcome," Devimon greeted. "I am Devimon, the one who summoned you back from the realm of deletion."

The samurai turned and looked at the taller Adult. "I am in your debt, Devimon," he said, bowing. "But I am curious...why have you revived me?"

"I sensed a great hatred and simply decided to give it form. I hadn't expected someone like you to materialise."

"Hatred...yes...I remember now..." The samurai's face became contorted with anger. "Humans...where are those wretched humans and their Digimon?"

"I see you've had...disagreements with them," Devimon commented. "We too have had altercations with the Tamers. How does revenge sound to you?"

"What?"

"I intend to slay the Tamers and their Digimon." Devimon's eyes met those of the samurai, his forceful glare giving his eyes a dangerous glint the other Digimon noticed and admired. "Will you help me?"

The samurai knelt before the Dark Messenger, offering up his sword. "Lord Devimon, I owe you a debt for saving my life. I am your servant."

Devimon smiled. "Excellent. And now...hm?" The Gate suddenly began emitting a loud noise as it creaked open once more. The smile on Devimon's face spread. "Ah. Company."



"Katou! Lee-kun!" Juri and Lee turned to see Hirokazu and Kenta behind them, waving.

"Hirokazu-kun! Kenta-kun!" the olive-skinned boy greeted. "You're back!"

"Yeah, we just got back today!" the taller boy replied.

"How'd the contest go?" Juri asked.

"We won!" Kenta told her, pumping his hand into the air. "Number one!"

"That's great!"

"Hey, Katou," Hirokazu asked, looking around. "Where's Takato?"

Juri's face went noticably pink. "Uh...he's sick."

"Oh," Kenta said. "How about you?"

"Yeah," Hirokazu added. "You don't look so good yourself."

"Uh...that is...um..." the girl became flustered, remembering what had happened when she had walked into Takato's room.

"You know, we could've used your help," Lee interrupted, changing the subject. "We'll tell you all about it on the way," he told the other two Tamers, earning him a thankful look from Juri as the group set out to Guilmon's bunker.



Meanwhile, at the Black Gate's new location...

"When are you freeing us?" demanded a humanoid clown Digimon. His face was hidden behind a clown mask and swords were strapped to the back of his outlandish costume.

"Patience, Piemon," Devimon replied soothingly. "Once my preparations are complete, you will all be free."

"Then what's taking so long?" asked a skeletal red-and-black Digimon who held a large staff in his hand. A huge black orb decorated with a blood-red bat symbol was visible in his ribcage, glittering with a malicious light.

"Really, Skull Satamon!" Devimon's eyes glowed. "Do you really think I'd risk carrying out an ill-prepared plan simply to accomodate you?"

Piemon nodded. "I know you prefer to make meticulous plans, but how long do you expect to take, Devimon?"

"I am uncertain," Devimon replied dismissively. "This world is still new to me, though I have made some progress."

"Do not tarry too long, Devimon," rumbled a powerful, unmistakably evil voice. "I grow impatient."

"Of course, Lord Demon," Devimon said as Piemon and Skull Satamon stepped aside to make way for the massive and terrifying figure of Demon, the leader of the Dark Digimon.

"What do you intend to do next?" the cloaked Ultimate asked, his cold blue eyes focusing on Devimon.

Devimon smiled and shook his horned head. "I am afraid you'll have to wait and see, Lord Demon." As Demon began to speak again, Devimon interrupted him. "I assure you, the wait will be worth it!" He shook with laughter. "Imagine the horror on the humans' faces when legions of Dark Digimon, led by no less than all the Dark Masters and Demon Corps march on the world, led by Demon himself!" He began laughing maniacally. "The world would be filled with the corpses of those who oppose us!" He spread his arms wide. "And from here, we can march on the Digital World, and Darkness will consume all! We will not be denied!"

Through the Black Gate, hundreds of Dark Digimon raised their voices in a roar of approval as Devimon declared, "NO ONE WILL STOP US!!! THE WORLD, REAL AND DIGITAL WORLDS, WILL BELONG TO US!!!"



"Wow," Hirokazu sighed. "We missed a lot, huh?" The Tamers, now joined by Hirokazu, Kenta and their Digimons Guardromon and Marine Angemon, had assembled at the bunker to plan their next move.

Lee nodded. "But now that you and Kenta-kun are here, we've got a better chance!"

"But it's so cool!" Kenta interrupted, starry eyed. "The actual Digimons from the show..."

"Yeah," Ruki said, rolling her eyes. "Too bad they're either trying to kill us or are possessed and trying to kill us."

"So what are we going to do?" Juri asked.

Ruki thought for a moment. "We know where Devimon is."

Lee looked thoughtful as well. "We know he's got Fladramon, Holsmon and Digmon under his control."

"But we don't know what he's up to," Leomon pointed out.

"We don't know how many Digimon he controls," added Renamon.

"We don't know how strong he is," Guilmon said.

"Moumantai!" Terriermon quipped. "We can't just sit here worrying about it! Let's just go get him!"

"Yeah!" Hirokazu agreed. "We can take him!"

"Not while Takato is sick," Juri told him.

"Juri's right," Ruki said, supporting her friend. "We'll need all the firepower we've got."

A small shadow appeared at the entrance. "Heh. Just let me at him, and I'll show you firepower!" Impmon boasted as he sauntered in.

"I was wondering what happened to you," Renamon said to the small Demon Digimon.

"Hey, I can't let myself be tied down, right?" Impmon smirked. "Besides, I did what you asked."

Renamon leaned back. "True. By the way, thank you."

Impmon waved a gloved hand dismissively. "Nah, no problem. Call me anytime."

"..."

Impmon rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "That...didn't sound right, did it?"

Renamon shook her head. "No. It didn't."



Meanwhile...

"You sure about this?" Fladramon asked as he stood on top of a building nearby Shinjuku Park. "Seems risky to me."

Ice Devimon, hovering beside him, nodded."It does seem like a waste to me."

"True." A Black Gear floated in the air, displaying Devimon's face. "However, I need more information on these...'Tamers' and their abilities."

"So you're just using him as cannon fodder?" the red-hued armoured Digimon asked, pointing down at the samurai, who was blasting and slashing vehicles and buildings, generally causing mayhem.

"I suppose you could say that. But don't worry. I've some aces stored away." Devimon smiled."Are the Tamers there yet?"

"Not yet!" Holsmon called from his vantage point high above.

"Hn." The Gear turned so Devimon was facing Ice Devimon. "Ice Devimon, you know what to do when they arrive."

"Right," answered the white Fallen Angel. "The Tamers will fall this day, and Ruki will be mine!"

Nodding, Devimon signed off, leaving Ice Devimon in command."What now?" Digmon asked.

"Now we wait," Ice Devimon replied.



"Sometimes that obsession of his with that girl worries me," Devimon commented to himself as he stood before the Black Gate once more. In front of him was a coffin, resembling the one he himself had used not so long ago. "But on to more important matters." His eyes blazing red and his hands burning with purple flame, Devimon glared at the Black Gate. "Hear me, powers of Darkness..." he called, thrusting his hands at the Gate. "...bring back he who once threatened the Digital World..." A stream of energy shot out of Devimon's hands, into the Gate. "...He who was known as the Dark Aristrocrat..." The Gate began glowing as a ball of energy glowing with an eerie purple light appeared out of the Gate, floating into the open casket, which closed on it. Devimon smiled evilly as he finished, "...He who is named..."

"VAMDEMON!" As Devimon roared out the name, the coffin exploded, filling the air with dust and smoke. The smell of brimstone hovered in the air. And as it cleared, a new figure stood before the Dark Messenger, staring at his hands.

A smile spread across the new arrival's face as he raised his hands above his head, roaring, "Vamdemon...LIVES!"



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