The Golden Goddess
Chapter Six
The Goddesses Miracles
"What? Where am I?" Takato wondered out loud. "This place, it looks familiar."
"Of course it does," a peeved digimon spoke. "This place is where your brain and my core intersect; The place that tells how much energy to pull from the tamer and where to pull it from; the brains of the operation.
"So we're in the D-Arc?" Takato asked slightly confused as he turned to face Dorugamon.
"Yes and no. We are merely transmitting our outputs into the D-arc. As you move your hand, your brain doesn't send the signal to your body, but to here," Dorugamon told him sharply.
"Is this what Renamon and Rika do, when they talk to each other I mean?" Takato asked.
"I don't know. I'd imagine not, considering the nature of their thought speak and that no one else has mastered the technique." Dorugamon paused for a moment. "Tell me... Tamer," he said, putting extra disgust on to the last word, "why did you stop me? Not only did you cut off the energy supply from yourself, you started to deplete mine. Why?!"
"Wait, I did what?" Takato asked confused.
Dorugamon sighed. "How did a fool like you ever create me?" he muttered. "I was ready to finish the Jeri-Reaper off when you with held your power from me. Even worse then that, you not only withheld it, but took my energy away from me." Dorugamon rolled his eyes, the repeated comment hung in the air. "Why do I even bother?" he walked away as Takato felt a strange pull on his body.
Yamaki watched as Takato started to come to in the hospital room, "You're awake," Agumon said quietly. Everyone in the room: Takato's parents, Taichi, Yamaki and Hideto with Warg and Melga, turned to look at him.
Takato took a second to look around at everyone, before all the events came rushing back to him. "Jeri, where's Jeri? Is she alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Jeri's fine," Mrs. Matsuki spoke, as she smothered her child, tears of joy running down the side of her face. Takato simply held his mom before she finally let go.
"What happened?" Takato asked.
It was Hideto who spoke. "You seemed really distraught for a few moments during the fight before yelling something and passing out. Then both Dorugamon and the Jeri-Reaper fell to the ground before passing out as well. Dorugamon awoke five minutes later as Dorumon, and Jeri was back to herself with no memory of what happened." His voice soothed Takato's troubled soul.
"And when you didn't wake up, I didn't know what I would do," Mrs. Matsuki spoke tearfully. "I know you can take care of yourself, but I still worry Takato." Her teary eyes became blurry as she reached down to hug her son.
Takato was silent for a moment before reaching around his mother and giving her a comforting hug. "I'll always be here mom. I promise that," he told her comfortingly.
Yamaki glanced at his pager as it went off and motioned for Taichi to follow him. It wasn't until they were in the elevator that Yamaki explained. "Looks like the government official in charge of Hypnos funding is requiring my presence."
"I take it you want me there to watch?"
Yamaki shook his head no, "No, I actually just wanted to go over some things with you on the walk there."
"I understand. This situation, it's an odd one," Taichi spoke.
They walked out of the elevator and towards the front of the building.
"First we have the Yakuza and the Megidramon incident. Now, you guys all show up, the D-Reaper is back, and Rika and Renamon are supposedly dead. On top of that, Suzie, who was thought dead, comes back healed of a brain tumor." Yamaki's voice was his usual calm that he often spoke with as they exited the hospital and started to walk down the sidewalk towards Hypnos. "I don't suppose you found out anything about the D-Reaper?"
"Yes and no," Taichi told him. "We figured out how it survived. It replaced the dormant data in Jeri's body with it's own. Normally it wouldn't have been able to do this, but without a digimon to constantly refresh the data, it was able to implement its own. How it was able to actually take over Jeri's body is still unknown."
"And Suzie?" Yamaki asked, knowning he was touching on fragile ground.
"She has a healed brain tumor." Taichi said passively.
"We can't just sweep this one under the rug, Taichi," Yamaki told him. "If the media gets even a whiff of her, I don't know that anything we did would save her."
"Which is why we bring no attention to it. She's healed from a deadly disease by the use of digimon. The only way to prevent her from being dissected to pieces is to make sure no one else realizes the implications of this," Taichi reminded him.
Yamaki clicked his lighter a few times. "But if the Chinese have already found out the secret…"
"Then why were they still experimenting on Suzie?" Taichi asked.
Yamaki gave in, this was one battle he wasn't going to win. "Any word on the renegade, Yakuza?" he asked Taichi.
"Yes, but not enough to confirm anything. Yagean is taking Takato and Dorumon with him to investigate our leads tomorrow," Taichi's voice held a bit of hesitation in it, "more to try and find Guilmon. A digimon with that kind of power stored in him really shouldn't be roaming around where just any country can pick him up." Yamaki clicked his lighter a few times, before Taichi spoke this time. "What was the secret that Jyou uncovered?"
Yamaki smiled, "It's the key to digimon. Why they can defy the laws of physics, or at least appear too."
"What do you mean appear?" Taichi questioned. "They do defy the laws of physics. A punch of the same force from perfect level digimon and a rookie level digimon do dramatically different damage."
"That's the thing, they aren't at the same force. The perfect actually has an energy boost coming from his core when he punches if he so chooses, but it isn't applied until his punch makes contact with an object." Yamaki paused for a second, "the rookie has an energy boost as well, but can't hold as much energy, so it comes out weaker. It's rather a unique thing to see because the energy travels at the same speed as data, meaning that the faster a digimon can process it's data, the faster it can bring that energy forward, allowing it to deal with faster situations better."
"Then why is a Perfect level digimon's skin so much harder then a rookies?" Taichi inquired.
"It's the ability for a digimon to heal. A digimon pulls energy from themselves repair damage as it's being made. Champion level digimon have more energy to pull from their core then rookies do, allowing them to take more hits. It would be like increasing your metabolism to infinity for a brief period of time."
"It's no wonder that digimon eat so much! They have to replace all of that energy that they use to heal themselves." Taichi pulled of his trademark grin that had become popular in the show. "If that's the case, I won't ever complain about Agumon eating too much again." The two grown men laughed quietly to themselves.
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Sakuyamon sat eating the food with Gonnah and his wife, Senna. She had been all over the village this morning, being introduced to everyone. Renamon had spoken little to the people, and Rika even less, often times her voice not being apart of Sakuyamon's. She ate her food slowly, thinking carefully about all the things that happened that morning.
"You've been quiet all morning," Gonnah told the gold digimon. "Is something bothering you?" he asked politely.
Rika was about to say something but held back. Rika? Renamon asked curiously.
Sakuyamon swallowed her bite before Rika spoke up from inside the sphere. "I don't mean to mean to be rude, but I never expected things to be so... I don't know, modern, I guess. I had always thought all of India was villages and ate rice and were tribal-like."
Gonnah laughed heartily. "Ignorance, what a great thing. Did you expect us to live like Japan does?"
Rika smirked inside Sakuyamon, "Well, it's not that. I guess I would have been fine with that, or at least towns and cities, but this is something I never expected. It's like a cross between tribal and modern. You have houses made of concrete while you cook your food over an almost open fire. Almost everyone I saw has there own garden of some sort, but the clothing you wear is the kind of stuff you would find at a discount clothes store."
Sakuyamon ate another piece of a roll, slightly spiced, before going on. "I mean even this food. I had always thought that you ate pure rice or something. I never knew that most of northern India's staple food was wheat, much less that you had so many spices and could flavor things so many different ways."
Senna smiled, taking the compliment of the food. "To think, one of the Legendary Monsters is such a child. I mean no offense, but it is funny to meet you in person. Tales of your exploits are often distorted by the time they get here. Still, it is amazing how many things are true now that I've gotten to meet you. It's been a real honor."
Rika looked at Gonna's wife, "That's another thing. Everybody knows I'm a digimon here, but they react so differently. Back in Japan, the common populace held the idea that digimon were a thing to be feared, yet respected. You were to tread lightly around them less they try to harm you. My friends and I have always had no problem getting along with digimon and a lot of the people we were around got used to them. Here, it's so different. Digimon are mighty warriors of legend who are strong powerful, courageous, sincere, friendly, always there to protect you; something that sparked hope in your life because you could rely on them. The people here act so differently."
Gonna nodded. "You are a legend incarnate. Imagine if Hercules, Odin, Rama or any of the legendary heroes were to appear. How exactly would you react to them?" He paused, eating his own role before hesitating a second longer. "Please, tell me, if you didn't have any intention of ever coming here, why is it that you bothered to learn our language, and manage to speak it most fluently?"
That is a valid question, Renamon spoke to her in her mind. I never knew that you spoke Ruby so fluently. I've only ever heard you speak Java and Basic.
Rika was puzzled. Java... Basic? Ruby? What are those, I only know Japanese and some English. Rika focused her attention on Gonna. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. You've always spoken Japanese."
This time it was Gonna's turn to be confused. He glanced over at his wife who was studying Sakuyamon carefully. Renamon started to speak, this time to everyone, "They've always spoken Ruby, Rika. I thought the Japanese and English were a people."
Now Rika was really confused. Gonna also held a look of perplexion on his face. Only Senna held her face normally, before smiling. "I think that the stories did not include one interesting fact concerning digimon. Somehow, the sounds that escape your lips and the words that come into your ears are different. You speak our language, but think you speaking yours, even so that each of you speak your own language while you are apart of each other."
Gonna looked to his wife before clasping his hands together in joy, "Yes, that must be it. Digimon have found some way to break the language barrier! Think of what this means!"
"Now, now, dear," Senna told her husband, "I think this girl has enough on her plate without you adding to it."
Gonna looked at his wife. "Of course my dear, but I mean it wouldn't harm to do some experimenting with it." His wife glared at him.
"That would be fine," Rika said, trying to break up the tension. "It'll give me something to do while my wound heals."
"Yes," Renamon agreed, "and it wouldn't cause any strain on us. I'd be interested in knowing more about this too." Gonna looked at his wife with a satisfied victory smirk. Senna simply rolled her eyes.
"Just don't go too far. Remember, they are only here as long as they want to be. You just might scare them off," Senna told them.
Sakuyamon laughed at the thought of this short Indian man scaring her off. It would be like Takato trying to keep bread away from Guilmon. Rika's mind froze for a second. Takato... Oh, crap. Everyone must be so worried about me. How stupid could I be? I haven't even thought about them. What kind of a friend is that? I know, I'll email my mom and Takato and everyone else and tell them where I am. Rika was about to ask where a computer was when a shout interrupted her thoughts.
"Gonna! Gonna! Come quickly!" A women's voice was heard. "Sanshha was bitten by a snake and poisioned!"
Gonna glanced to his wife, who immediately shoved all of the food off the table and ran to the back to get herbs and medicine. Gonnah, however, ran out of the house to see a man be carried by another fireman-style. "What kind of snake was it?" he asked hurriedly as the man brought Sanshha into the house and laid him down on the table at which they had just been eating at. Sakuyamon stood off to he side in the shadows, perfectly still so that no light gleaned off of her armor.
"No one knows. We couldn't find it, but it was in the swamp," the man said as he laid Sanshha down.
Gonna quickly knelt down and checked the man's pulse, before looking at his eyelids and the snake bite. He was worried; Sanshha had already fainted from the poison. Senna gave him some paste she had made and he placed around the wound. She proceeded to bring out a hypodermic needle. Gonna looked over at her, and nodded. She placed the antidote into Sanshha's body.
Sanshha jerked for a moment before lying down peacefully, his breathing shallow. "Did it work?" the women who had yelled for Gonna asked. Gonna glanced over to her.
"No, it slowed it down though. Without knowing what kind of snake it was... these are similar symptoms for two kinds of snake bites with completely different poisons. Give him the wrong one, and either he'll die or I won't be able to give him the other one without killing him," Gonnah said quietly.
"No! There must be something we can do."
Rika, we can not just stand by the side and let this man die, Renamon scolded her.
I know, but what can we do? I know nothing about poisons. We need somebody who knows what there doing, Rika said back.
Renamon was silent for a moment. Rika, do you know what title is given to Sakuyamon? She is to be a Messenger from God. How many messengers do you know haven't been able to heal?
Rika was silent for a moment. I'm trusting you with this, Renamon.
Very well then, Renamon said.
"Move," Sakuyamon said as Gonna got out of the way. The man who brought Sanshha and the women looked at her worriedly, and yet the women's eyes held hope in them. If anybody could save Sanshha's life, it would be this digimon. Sakuyamon ran her hands along Sanshha's body, especially near the snake bite before speaking.
"The poison is settling inside the cells," she told Gonna.
Gonna looked downcast. "Then I know which antidote to use..." he glanced over at his wife, "but it'll be too late."
Sakuyamon studied him. "Give it to him; I can give him some of my energy to help him get the antidote to his cells fast enough before they start to die."
Gonna looked at her curiously, before nodding. "Very well then. We leave his life into your hands."
Gonna took another hypodermic needle an pushed it into Sanshha's skin. Sakuyamon held her hands on his leg as she pushed her energy into Sanshha. Inside of her sphere, Rika could feel the drain of energy on her as it was transferred to Sanshha, but more importantly, she could feel Sanshha's body and system. She didn't know how or why, but she started to guide it, bringing white blood cells to certain parts of the body, moving the antidote to others, thinning his blood in some places and giving energy to cells in others.
The four Indians watched with amazement as Sakuyamon stood perfectly still. She finally opened her eyes and picked up her staff; she had to use all of her strength to bring herself up to lean on it. "He needs rest, but he should be fine. It took a toll on his body though."
Sanshha's wife held tears in her eyes. "Thank you. Thank you." Gonna and Senna held hands as they looked at the mega level digimon with a new degree of respect.
The final man was paralyzed, "The stories... I never "
Sakuyamon would have heard more if she hadn't fallen to the ground unconscious at that moment. Gonna, however, caught her, and with Senna's help, put her back onto the bed Rika had woken on earlier. There was an unspoken fear between them; had she pushed to hard in her condition? Unfortunately, neither had an answer.