I have to put this as maybe some of my best work ever, and I do not brag unless there is reason too….. This is really what it boils down to the final three chapters of Davis's tears… Cool ya I know. As you know it was BWG vs. BWG and things will end in this chapter and in a way we will finish where we started with this story. You will see what I mean soon.
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Davis stood there in awe at the battle unfolding, and he could not help but admire a completely equal match. It was a dance that they knew all the steps too, like those wrestling matches on TV that Jun watched sometimes when she was angry. They were perfect, every attack had been thought through in those brief milliseconds between blows. A fist went forward only to be blocked by a side swipe of the arm, then a kick flew forth and was caught with both hands. The leg was twisted sharply, though BlackWarGreymon just spun with the twist eventually freeing himself from the tight grip on his shins. Not one attack had been a direct hit, every thing had been either blocked or avoided. Both Digimon seemed to know how their opponent was going to attack before the actual blow was swung. It was a chess match 30 or more minutes long and nobody had lost a piece even though hundreds of moves had been made. The ground was littered in craters some big some small from different attacks that had not met their mark.
Davis turned his head from the mangled and twisted scenery again when a sharp grunt disrupted his thoughts. His head turned back to the action just in time to see one BlackWarGreymon through the other into the ground. Once again a crater was formed and cracks spread out like spider webs from the center. Though as one laid there on the ground in pain the other shot high into the sky. His arch took him some twenty feet above the tops of the trees and he began to descend, knee first right for the others chest. His speed increased as gravity took him closer and closer, but before the blow was struck the other disappeared and then reappeared right behind him. Before the other could blink a kick through him back down laying in a similar position of which the other one was before. Though he quickly got back up and once again the two faced off.
Davis had slowly been able to tell the enemy from the ally for their fighting styles were very similar, the newer BlackWarGreymon seemed to prefer meeting the attacks dead on with more force. This 'the best defense is a better offence' mentality was easy to recognize. Though the older BlackWarGreymon who was a bit more battle hardened preferred to dodge, duck and roll out of harms way. Davis could not help, but smile at the monstrous beast as he was more agile then some of the best ballerina's in the world. Sparks flew again and again as their gauntlets struck each other over and over, whistling through the air at unheard of speeds, only to be blocked by what, for most of the time Davis could not tell. Veemon had gotten into the habit of calling the fake BlackWarGreymon 'IT' though Davis did not complain or correct him. 'IT' was an abnormality, he was not the original, and there was only meant to be ONE original. 'IT' needed to be destroyed. Though his eyes were glued to the incredible display of power and agility, he couldn't help but wonder where the team was. It had been 15 minutes since his distress signal, and nobody had come, nobody had had responded telling him they were on their way. A shadow would cross his eyes, and his heart would miss a beat, though when he turned in greeting he would only see the trees, pink with their spring blossoms moving in the wind.
Where are they?
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TK hurriedly pulled his Digivice out of his pocket fumbling it across the table. Quickly ignoring the stares from across the dinner table he flipped open the lid looking expectingly at the screen beneath his nose. He had been waiting for Kari's reply all day and finally it seemed she had found it in her self to respond. Finally the text appeared and TK feverishly read the note, though confusion briefly flitted across his face, that until he checked the sender.
This notes from Davis…What does he want… he already pissed on us enough today.
Though surprise took over and then curiosity, TWO BlackWarGreymons, fighting each other? What is going on these days, I thought after Myotismon this city might have had some peace, then this morning happened. Kari lost Angewoman and now we have two psycho digimon running amuck.
Tk had rarely felt anything for BlackWarGreymon, usually it was anger if anything, though still Davis had a point about second chances. TK wanted to forgive and forget, like he had done for Ken, but this was much too soon. A sharp clearing of the throat brought TK back to reality.
"Is their a problem TK" his mother asked sharply.
"Ya mom there sorta is can I please be excused?" he asked not giving away anything with his eyes or his tone of voice.
She paused taken aback slightly at his request "sure…"
Quickly he moved out of his seat taking his bowl with him, he would not need it, but more importantly it told his mother he would not be back any time soon. Going out back he picked his helmet off the coat rack where it lay. In one swift move he placed it on his head and buckled the strap all with one hand while using the other hand to open the front door. Turning to his left he bent down and began un-doing the lock on his scooter. He was glad his mom had not pushed him for details, that would have made things a bit more difficult. Though he guessed with all of the happenings around the city nothing was making much sense anymore. Finally with his hands moving like clockwork the lock fell off. Quickly he unfolded his toy and pushed it forward. He turned towards the window that his room looked out of and knocked twice and it opened. Many a day ago he had taught Patamon how to effectively use human devices, the window was a big part for it allowed Patamon to slip out unseen. Patamon slipped out closing the window behind him.
"What is going on?" he said hopping from the windowsill onto TK's shoulder, and then into his hood in his sweatshirt which hung out behind TK providing the little guy with a perfect place to snuggle in comfort unseen unless of course you were looking.
TK did not bother to tell him and passed his D-3 back to Patamon as he made his way down the ramp and out on to the street. Patamon hastily read the note on the little device.
"TWO BlackWarGreymons!" he shouted before he realized that probably wasn't a good idea.
Tk did not respond, staying as empty as he felt quickly pumping his legs down the streets. Down the boulevards, and the avenues, turning sharply for he knew this part of town like the back of his hand. Now with much less people walking the streets it made it so much easier for him.
"Where are we going?" asked Patamon confused and annoyed at his partners silence.
"Tai's place" Tk responded gruffly as he made another incredibly sharp turn almost getting the two of them killed as a car passed by at nearly 50 miles per hour.
"Why?"
"Cause Tai, Matt, Kari and Izzy are there, and knowing the rest of the team, with this message will migrate in that general direction."
With that Patamon recognized that more questioning would be futile and settled back into the comfort of TK's hood.
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TK arrived around a half an hour later and quickly was greeted by Matt and Tai. Patamon grumpily woke up, but shuffled over to where Agumon, Gatomon and the others laid resting. TK joined Tai and Matt in the living room along with Izzy. TK's eyes quickly glanced around, though he quickly noticed a lack of someone's presence.
"Kari…" he started though Tai quickly answered knowing what he was thinking.
"She's sleeping, long painful day, you know" Tai said solemnly.TK just nodded, agreeing, It had been a long painful day for all of them.
"You boys want anything?" said Tai's mom who stood behind them at the kitchen counter opening the fridge. TK looked at Tai who looked at him with a mixture of horror and amusement. He just looked at him shaking his head, and TK knew it was for his own good. Tai's mom had a knack for poisoning the simplest things, Tai alone had spent some 15 days out of school with food poisoning.
"No thank you Mrs. Kamiya" he called back grinning back at Tai, who looked very pleased. TK pulled his Digivice out of his hood and looked at the three boys who were now huddled around Izzy's computer.
"What are we going to do about Davis?" he asked pointing to the digivice which stilled displayed the message.
Tai shrugged, "we are sort of in a deadlock…" he looked at Matt and Izzy with a bit of disgust. "We thought voting would make the most sense, I think we should go help the kid, he has a point. Matt feels that it's his problem and it would probably be better for the two of them to take each other out. Hopefully we will have a stalemate and that ends both of the problems. Izzy is undecided, he thinks Davis is right and we should help, but BlackWarGreymon is too much of a wildcard to have on our team. One turncoat is enough for now."
"So there really are two BlackWarGreymon?" said TK in a slight tone of surprise.
"Yes Izzy has it up on his computer, somehow he got a satellite image of the area" TK looked over at Izzy and smiled. Izzy grinned back pointed to his fingers on his left hand and mouthed magic.
"So really TK I guess its up to you what do we do." Tai said looking at him. Tk was slowly taken aback, though he quickly recognized that Tai was offering him a hand in the leadership. TK had never been part of the "political activity" that the destined had slowly began to form. Now he was really deciding whether BlackWarGreymon lived or died. He was impressed that Tai and the others made these decisions, and also gained a greater respect for Davis and his outspoken attitude. He always was an extremist in some regards, though he was never scared of acting on his decision like he had done today.
"I guess the real question here is if we are willing to give BlackWarGreymon a second chance. Personally I am torn, you both are right so in my mind so I will leave my vote to the kid who we gave a second chance." TK took out his D-3 and hastily typed; do we help BlackWarGreymon, and sent it to Ken. He did not have wait long to get a reply. He looked down at the short reply that spoke volumes. No we do not…
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Davis looked back towards the entrance of the park from whence he came for a third time in the past minute. Still nobody had responded to his call, nobody was willing to follow him. He sighed again still distraught, the battle was not fairing well. Both of them were dangerously low on energy and to the point of tearing each other apart. Both looked like they could pass out at any moment. There attacks were slower, to the point of actually being visible. Though still there power was never a doubt, for BlackWarGreymon had recently ripped a tree out of the ground and attacked 'IT' like a baseball player. Davis still doubted he alone could do any real good so he watched.
Though something took his eye, 'It' had a new tactic. The fight had mainly consisted of kicks and punches, as well as efficiently using the gauntlets, but now he stood there gathering energy. BlackWarGreymon stood there confused, even at his slower pace it was obvious to Davis that he still believed he could dodge the attack. And rather than bothering attacking him he stood there allowing 'IT' waste his energy. Then the attack was shot off, though Davis quickly recognized something was wrong. The attack was nowhere in the vicinity of BlackWarGreymon, in fact it was heading right towards him. With this realization, his feet became completely frozen as the attack barreled toward him ripping apart the dirt and concrete where it touched the ground. He looked around though Veemon once again was nowhere to be seen, there was no help for him. It was him against the world as usual… This was no doubt the end.
His eyes quickly scanned the world one last time admiring the beauty around him before the end. What is everyone going to think? He thought with wonder surprised with himself that the thought of death did not scare him. He almost welcomed it, almost. Just before his eyes shut for what would be the final time, something caught his eye, a pink fluttering in the wind. The breeze had gently blown off the cherry blossoms from the surrounding trees and they had slowly began to flow too and fro surrounding him no engulfing him in their beauty. He recognized the soft leaves gently whispering across his face easing his last fears as he finally accepted that his life was over. No final memories crossed before his eyes as they slowly shut, this was it, there was no reason for remorse. Though the brilliant pain he had been expecting did not come. He stood there for what felt like an eternity and a half and still all he felt were the cherry blossoms gliding across his face. He opened his eyes though did not, as he expected, see a giant ball of static energy about to engulf him and painfully bring about his death. Though he saw nothing or what he thought was nothing. His eyes were open, but he saw nothing but blackness, even though he heard a giant explosion directly in front of him. Is this what its like to die? Do I see nothing? Is there no pain? Then through the dull white noise, the fizzling left by the blast an earsplitting scream cut through his senses like a knife. The darkness disappeared in front of him and he gasped with horror that the black clouding his vision was his friend.
BlackWarGreymon had stepped in front of the blast protecting him from harm though at a seemingly horrifying cost. Looking at his collapsed friend he gasped in terror. A hole that Davis could have easily walked inside of, appeared as the smoke slowly dissipated emanated from his chest. It was all he could see all he could think about. His end had been stalled and temporarily he was allowed to live, though at such a great cost he could not believe it had even happened. He moved forward transfixed, stunned not comprehending his actions not understanding that BlackWarGreymon could not have survived. Then he reached out with his had steadily shaking to where his friend should have been, but he felt nothing. The Digimon was no more than a hologram not actually real. And then it struck him he was gone just an image now he had no life left in him. No goodbye would be spoken, he would not like in the movies get any touching last words. Then it hit him suddenly, horribly, and it gripped him like a physical pain, so much surprise and loss he collapsed on the ground next to the remnants of his fading comrade. Tears held back by years of his "tough guy" mentality tumbled and cascaded down his cheeks. He reached out again to his friend and still felt nothing, nothing was there yet still he could not believe he was gone. The pain was an aching loss, it absorbed him it riveted to the spot as he sat there his arm outstretched, shaking uncontrollably, waiting to wake up, waiting for this nightmare to end. Though he never woke up and BlackWarGreymon began to dissipate his body fragmenting like the many cherry blossoms that still swarmed the sky. They both began to flow with the wind as they slowly began brushing through Davis once again almost sashaying their way past him directing his attention to something else. Then the wind began to draw upward towards the setting sun its light beginning to scatter across the darkening sky. Finally the blossoms disappeared out of sight and BlackWarGreymon followed in their wake.
"Goodbye" barely made it across Davis's lips as he looked up in the sky as it faded to black. He waited for that hand on the shoulder that always came at times like this, the gentle pat on the back to let him know that someone who cared was there. Though it dawned on him that nobody had answered his cry for help, nobody was here to stand beside him. With that a complete loneliness gripped him so passionate so sever it almost tore his shattered heart in two. Once again he had failed, he could never do anything right. He could not get Kari, he could never be the leader, and now he could not even save his friend. He was a complete failure, he was nothing in his own eyes, he would never be able to look himself in the eyes ever again.
He fell back not by choice, but by pure sorrow and could not help but wish the attack had actually hit him instead anything would be better than this. Tears flowed from his cheeks. They were his tears, Davis's tears. He was hopeless completely lost, nothing was going right for him. He had lost everything, his friends did not respect him enough, care for him enough, to come bail him out. Even Ken the kid who he had dragged out of the very sorrow and shame of his life did not feel it necessary to return the favor. Kari would never be his, TK had one. He was at his lowest point, and even through all he had been he had never been lower. BlackWarGreymon had died for him, died for his cause and nothing could bring him back. Never again…. For it was his shame, his pain, his tears, Davis's tears…
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That may be the saddest thing I have ever written ever. I hope you enjoyed that it took a lot of effort. I really don't want to say much more for it ruins the moment…. Please review and comment if it brought tears to your eyes.