Kitty-Kun: OMG! I'M SORRY! I've been really busy! And my entire week has been screwed! I've rarely been home! I will finish tonight if it means my sleep and upload tomorrow!
Birdboy: I know her death was real cheesy. I knew I had to kill her off...but I didn't plan out how, heh heh? So I did the best I could with a kill-off-the-damn-character-writer's block.
Mistakes I made: Takaisha- really Takashi! Digidestined: Chosen Children Digivolve: evolve. If I see anything else, or if you do tell me (!), I'll correct it immediately. I know Diaboromon is really Diablomon, but I like Diaboromon better. No offense, but it's the only American dubbing I like.
Chapter Twenty
Mutilated Twist
"Hey, Izumi-san! How's it coming?" Miyako peeked around the corner.
Koushiro turned and faced her. She 'urk'ed. His eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed.
"I have no idea what to do. How does one decipher a child's scribbles?"
"What makes you think they're a child's scribbles?" Miyako asked.
"There's no...flow. It's a grouping of prophetic sounding phrases put in a poem format. But who could have written it?" Koushiro dragged a hand through his hair.
"How about some tea, Koushiro-kun?" Sora's voice suggested from the doorway. She walked into the room, balancing a small tray in her arms, Biyomon walking next to her. Miyako hurried over to help.
"Prodigious." Koushiro smiled. "Arigatu gozaimasu."
"No problem, Koushiro-kun. How's it coming?"
A red eyebrow raised hearing the same question repeated.
"Not good, Sora-chan." Miyako answered for him. "He can't make heads or tails of it. Says it was made by a child and there's no...flow, right? Flow?"
"Correct." Koushiro set down his tea cup. "I shouldn't be slacking off right now. It's been precisely four months, two weeks, one day and-"
"You don't have to give us the nanosecond, Koushiro-kun." Sora laughed.
"What's going on up here?" Jyou walked in.
"We're talking about the Prophecy. Why you up here?" Sora asked.
"I have nutrition for our redheaded genius." Jyou replied, raising his laden tray pointedly. "How's it coming, anyway?" Jyou asked Koushiro trying to find where he could put his tray.
The red eyebrow rose again.
"Not very good. It's hard to figure out. It seems our Prophecy was written by a child." Sora told him. Miyako picked the small tray up.
"Doomo, Inoue-kohai." Jyou set down his tray.
"The ending of the Prophecy, she means." Miyako added.
"This smells delicious. I can't eat this much, however."
"I planned to eat with you. Maybe help brainstorm." Jyou grinned.
"He just wants to get away from Yamato. Keeps cornering him." Miyako grinned lecherously. Jyou blushed bright red.
"TH-That's-s no-not tr-true!" Jyou stuttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I've seen it happen. Multiple times. Don't worry, we don't blame you." Miyako nodded sagely.
"J-just st-stop that!" Jyou warned.
"How's it coming up here?" Daisuke asked eagerly, jumping into the room.
Koushiro burst out laughing.
"Oh dear, I think he spontaneously combusted." Jyou murmured anxiously.
"Motomiya-san is the fourth person to ask 'how's it coming'. Sumimasen, gomen nasai." Koushiro gasped.
"Hey you guys." Takeru ducked in. They all turned expectantly. His eyebrows rose confused. "Um...konnichi wa? How's...how's the prophecy coming?"
This time everyone joined in Koushiro's laughter.
"Is it something I said?"
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Ultimate Cabbimon rubbed at her long ears. The stone floor made her whole body numb. Her bones were stiff. Her long legs stretched. Suddenly, goosebumps traveled down her spine. Fur raised along her paws, on her head, and the fine hair all over her body. She quickly leapt to her paws, claws extended.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?" Ultimate Cabbimon hissed. Purple pupils flashed.
"We are you. But we're not. Protect our love." whispered two voices simultaneously. Ultimate Cabbimon's eyes widened. Those two made her voice!
"Of course I will." The morphed digimon whispered. "I am the Guardian." Her nose twitched, the smell of salt in her nostrils.
"No...myself, listen," Tears trailed over tanned pale skin becoming pale again and lavendar fur. "They do not understand. Our love withstands time and death and boundaries. More death will come to them, and to the rest. Guard the body, yes, but also, please, guard the heart. So fragile...like glass." The human's hand touched her chest. The digimon's eyes were closed against pain. "I have tried to speak, and they heard, but not enough. So much must be left unsaid."
The Digipartners walked towards their combined self. Green eyes were surrounded by white, barely any color left to be seen. Fingers traced the identical face in front of her. Between Ultimate Cabbimon and her human self, Cabbimon rose on her back feet, huge paws braced on Ultimate Cabbimon's shoulders. But Ultimate Cabbimon felt no light caress or weight. Her other selves sunk into her and disappeared.
Her whole body shuddered. Cold sweat covered her remaining bare flesh, and her tongue hung just past her lips as she panted harshly. Her ears were flattened against her head and she backed slowly backward. She stumbled into an empty freeze chamber, the strange crest digging into her back. She curled into a tight ball away from the crest and tried to sleep, even though her eyes were stuck wide open and unseeing.
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"I wonder how Ultimate Cabbimon is doing?" Tentomon wondered.
Fingers jerked against the keyboard.
"She's fine, Tentomon. There isn't any danger in the Digital World right now."
"Too true...Izzy?"
"Yes, Tentomon?"
"Why are you playing Trenchwars?"
"Erk."
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"I don't think Koushiro-kun's going to figure it out." Taichi said suddenly.
Everyone turned to stare, amazed. They'd never known Taichi to be very pessimistic. He was optimistic unless it killed him.
"If anyone can figure it out, it'll be our Koushiro-san!" Jyou announced faithfully. Yamato gave him a look. "I'm just saying...he is a genius."
"Yes...but he said a child wrote that, not some dead smart guy...or Gennai..."
Hikari's eyes widened catching her brother's meaning.
"You're right...how does it go again? Day of Battle, test of wills
Crests revived, pain of receiving to the Light's Lover
Darkness develops an old soul of evil
Hope and Light combined create the wings and sword
White eyes see truth where others are blinded by sadness. Is that it?"
"Duh." Daisuke snorted. "Hey...doesn't Sora have white eyes?"
"I do?" Everyone, besides Sora and Daisuke, gazed at each other in complete shock.
"How completely obvious!" Eri slapped a hand to her head. Taichi grabbed Daisuke and pulled him up off the ground.
"You. Are. The. Most. Perfect. Special." Between each word Taichi landed a kiss on Daisuke stunned mouth.
"He could go on all day like that. Let's go tell Koushiro-kun, maybe he'll get something out of that!" Mimi cried.
Feet pounded up the stairs.
"It is NOT a waste of time-"
The door slammed open, jarring against the wall and flying back towards Mimi's face.
"Eep!"
Yamato blocked it just in time.
"Trenchwars is not going to help you with- Hello?" Tentomon buzzed surprised.
"Um... I don't know what you're arguing about-" Yamato started.
"But we have fabulous news-" Miyako interrupted.
"You might've already figured this out already-"
"Stop being such a spoilsport, Hida-san." Tsumi pouted.
"Sora has white eyes!" Mimi cried.
Koushiro blinked. He looked back at Tentomon, who shrugged back.
"So?"
"WHITE EYES SEE TRUTH WHERE OTHERS ARE BLINDED BY SADNESS!" they all exclaimed.
"Oh, the last line of...the...Prophecy!" Koushiro darted to his computer, closed the Trenchwars game, and typed furiously.
"I thought you had that thing memorized by now."
"I do, Yamato-san. But I was preoccupied at the moment, you startled me."
"He was playing a game when he should have been wo-"
"Later, Tentomon." Koushiro sighed. "Sora fits into the Prophecy again...but I cannot deduce anything further as of yet. Only the obvious. Arigatu gozaimasu. It may help for more than the last line." Koushiro ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Well, at least we helped for the last line." Jyou sighed.
"Everyone should rest up. Just six months to go."
"And we're not going to sleeping at all during that time." Eri muttered sarcastically.
"CHOSEN CHILDREN! CHOSEN CHILDREN!"
"Chidori? When was the last time she screamed?" Tsumi mumbled.
"Never?" Eri wondered.
"Izumi! Thank god! Look at this!" Chidori dived, caught his arm, and dragged him bodily out the door. They raced into the second floor parlor room and she snatched the remote.
"Something is happening here in Odaiba! Digimon are rebelling everywhere! Even the most timid Floramon to the most fierce some Tyrannomon! Eggs are hatching early and evolving rapidly, born angry and kicking! Even my cute little Blossomon!" The news reporter started crying hysterically, her hair awry and a large bruise across half her face. Behind, a scene of chaos, an Etemon turned, and jumped at the screen and the channel fuzzed out.
"Something's very wrong!" Chidori said frantically.
"Yeah, who would think a Blossomon is cute?" Mimi scoffed.
"TACHIKAWA!" Chidori shouted.
"Tyrannomon? I have to go! Shinichiro!" Tsumi raced out.
"We'll go with her." Jyou announced, grabbing Yamato. "Gomamon! Gabumon!"
"Jyou!" Yamato's voice yelled angrily.
"What's happening?" Chichi whispered, her legs shaky.
"Do you all remember what happened seventy years ago?" Koushiro whispered. The Chosen Children nodded slowly.
"What happened?" Eri inquired hesitantly.
"When a vortex from Lowvell's world opened, the Digimon went crazy. They were still in the Digital World at the time, and succeeded in destroying great amounts of it. With a giant evil power coming for their home, and no way to stop it, left the Digimon helpless." Koushiro explained. "Digimon were created by the Human World, in a way, and therefore protect the creators with just as much vigor as they protect their home. With their home, creators, and partners in grave peril, they are even more helpless. And even more angry. They have no way to protect their cherished partners or homes."
"So they attack anything and everything out of sheer determination to fight and win." Hikari whispered.
"Oh my god." Chidori gasped. She gripped Takeru's cold hand in fear. "They'll destroy everything."
"Michael...oh no. Michael. I'll be back as soon as I can. Palmon?"
"Right behind you, Mimi." Palmon replied. They ran out the door.
Chichi and Wizardmon stared into the gray fuzz of the television. Iori's arm around her shoulders was no longer even felt.
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"The second verse comes to fruition sooner, my love." A paw flattened against the stone crest. "Do not think, know." Longs ears slapped her face as her head shook. "Stop it, I'm me now. Stop being her...you're dead."
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"I'm going back." Sora stated firmly.
"No." Taichi repeated.
"Yes. I don't need your permission, Yagami. There's...a feeling in my heart...I need to be with Momiji, soon. Doesn't it strike you odd Gennai does not send emails to me of his condition as he promised?"
"I agree with Sora. That's why I'm taking her." Biyomon said stoutly. Her talon flicked the metal anklet.
"That and I'm blind. I needed someone to help me." Sora smiled in the general direction of her partner to show she was joking.
"We should all go then." Taichi said.
"No. We have to remain to watch for Armegeddemon's next assault." Koushiro dissented firmly.
"But we could split up…" Yamato trailed off. Koushiro opened his mouth to reply when Tentomon burst into panic mode.
"ARE YOU CRAZY? Armegeddemon is the most powerful digimon ever created! If we split up, our power will be split up, and we'll be DESTROYED! He was too much for us when we were together!"
"I agree with Tentomon one hundred percent."
"'Cuz you're his partner." Gomamon said sullenly. Bath tubs were not that much fun after a while.
"Cabbi's lonely anyway, I'm sure. She's our Guardian, isn't she? Then, she'll guard me."
"It may be a good idea. Someone needs to find out why Gennai isn't sending emails and how Takaki-san is doing. Diaboromon, if he hasn't evolved or devolved, might have captured Takaki-san and killed Gennai. Make sure you're in contact with Ultimate Cabbimon first, however. I'll open the portal just enough for you to get through from here. I'll watch your digivice signal."
"Doomo arigatu, Koushiro-kun." She reached out her hands and he grabbed them quickly. She hugged him tight and then held onto Biyomon's claw lightly as they walked from the room, a bag already packed waiting for her in the hallway.
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Sora stepped into the cool interior of the temple. She felt the weight of the air around her.
"Watch out for the uneven tiles. The Crest of Life is carved into the floor, remember?"
"Yes…I remember." Sora smiled, feeling the abrupt drop off beneath her feet, of course, it was only about two inches deep. She stubbed her toes against the other side of the crest.
"He's opening the portal." Biyomon whispered. Sora could feel the lightened of the air. "Now, run straight forward!" Sora heard Biyomon's wings flapping and reached both hands out in front of her, still scared off what she couldn't see.
"AHHHH!"
"AHHHH!" Sora screamed back at whoever screamed first.
"Love?"
"Cabbi?"
"Love!"
"Cabbi!"
Sora felt arms with thick paws lift her up into a bear hug.
"Biyomon! You're here, too!" Sora was set down gently and she heard Biyomon giggling. Most likely, Cabbi was hugging her, too.
"We here to go to Gennai's."
"Good idea! I've been here so long waiting. I'm dying to go stretch my legs. You can ride on my back. We'll get there faster."
"All right…"
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"Crests revived, pain of receiving to the Light's Lover
Darkness develops an old soul of evil." Koushiro bit his lip. "What did Inoue-kohai say? Something about…beings the Shadows but only knowing Light's sameness. Of course, Light needs Shadows! Obviously, one would presume Light's Lover would be Darkness because Light cannot exist without Darkness. But Inoue isn't a dark afflicted person. Not like…an old soul of evil…who of us was corrupted by evil?"
Koushiro's eyes widened.
"Pain of receiving to the Light's Lover! Inoue is going to take the Crest from another, the old soul of evil…Ichijouji-san." Koushiro breathed. He glanced at the calendar he kept in a miniature window at the top of his screen. "Four more months exactly."
Koushioro ran a hand through his hair and pulled up an old file. A large picture of Armegeddemon with smaller pictures of his other evolutions popped up, lining the right side. Small or large paragraphs accompanied the pictures. Bullets ran along the other side of the page with every attack for every picture. Near the bottom of the file were strange diagrams and arrows and notes.
"It was so difficult before. We're even weaker now than before we were cryogenically frozen." Koushiro muttered.
"You've always won before."
Koushiro frowned pointedly at the monitor, ignoring that sad, loving voice. He closed his eyes tight, and succeeded only in picturing her brown eyes and quiet smile.
"What a stupid thing to do, genius. Stupid." Koushiro whispered.
Though he didn't have a picture of them together to pick up and gaze upon, he had something just a little better. The memory of waking up, her wearing his shirt, soft brown hair falling over her face. She was so small...how could he ever forget the feeling of her in his arms?
But the calendar that hung in the top right corner of the screen with a number in each square right in the middle kept him counting down. And reminded him of the Guardian with Yuuta's face and mergance of both Yuuta and Nekomon's voice.
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Sora wiped away her damp hair with a wet hand. She heard Biyomon's deep sigh next her as she gulped down water. The splashing of big feet, or paws, on her other side was Cabbi. The grass was thick and soft against her bare legs. She remembered the first she came here. The grass was purple and the air so warm after the strange blizzard. Sora smiled softly, remembering her intense crush on the big-haired leader. She thought she'd love him forever, even if he did throw up in her hat. Who knew he'd be gay later down the road, finding love in the overly energetic and happy Daisuke?
Who knew they'd all be frozen for seventy years? Who knew they'd wake up into a world of adoration and heroism? Who knew cute, little Daisuke would be raped by obsessive descendents of Lowvell's army? Who knew she'd end up falling in love with the partner of their worst enemy?
"How far until we reach Gennai's new hide-away?" Sora asked lowly. Her smile completely gone and her face set with anxiety and hope.
"Not far. The next stop after we leave here." Cabbi slipped into the water and treaded it slowly.
"Will we leave soon then?" Sora asked tying back her shoulder length hair.
"Sora. I'm beat. Unlike you, I flew the whole way. Cabbi had to carry your heavy self all over the place, too. Let the workers rest." Biyomon protested.
"Aw, I'll be good to go in a few!" Cabbi backstroked lazily.
"Are you sure? Biyomon is right. Gomen nasai." Sora looked towards the sounds of splashing and Cabbi's words.
"No worries! I'm an Ultimate, not some Rookie!"
"I take offense to that!"
"That was the point."
Sora felt the breeze shift and travel over her bare arms. The cold water felt like pinpricks of ice against her face. She turned her head to the side, into the wind.
Cabbi's long ear flicked towards the wind and she hopped out of the water. She shook herself right down to her toes and rubbed her face quickly.
"We have to go...now."
"You feel it, too, Cabbi?" Biyomon inquired.
"Definitely. We need to get into Gennai's shelter, quickly. Something's wrong. I feel like...like I'm being hunted." Ultimate Cabbimon shook her head once more and knelt down. "Get up. I can't get this feeling outta my head."
"Okay." Sora shuffled as fast as she could until her outstretched fingers hit Cabbi back and she clambered on awkwardly. Just as she fitted herself, Cabbi was off.
Just as Sora's eyes closed, Cabbi's ears flicked forward and her nose twitched.
"Are we there?" Biyomon asked lowly near Cabbi's head.
"It's right in front of us." Cabbi jumped up and fell. She fell right into the ground, and the ground rippled.
"Um, Cabbi?" Sora whispered cautiously. "It feels like we're falling."
"We are. We'll reached the bottom in a nano."
"Matte! Ultimate Cabbimon!" Biyomon called.
"I can't just stop in mid-air, Biyomon!" Cabbi looked up, her long ears streaming.
"Just slow down!" Biyomon cried. She didn't want to lose sight of her partner in this never ending pit. Suddenly, they were in a room and Gennai was smiling pleasantly, even if it was strained, at them.
"Biyomon, Sora, Ultimate Cabbimon, it's nice to see friendly faces."
Stop wriggling, Love!" Cabbi said pretending to be annoyed. She quickly knelt and helped Sora find her feet.
"Where's Momiji? Is he okay? You haven't emailed us or anything! I've been so worried. For both of you." Sora cried completely turned around. Cabbi turned towards Gennai gently, and led her to his outstretched hand.
"Be calm, please, Sora. You may disturb his rest. He rarely sleeps so peacefully. Watch Sora's feet for her, will you, Cabbi?" Gennai opened a thin paper door and entered a hallway with dim lighting made by tiny candle in sconces on the walls. "I haven't been able to email because I am afraid Diaboromon might track it. He has completely infiltrated the internet. Only much more subtly ths time. He's not infecting it all. But he can gain access to any website, or email address he wants to. He probably has young Koushirou's email tapped. Because I did not send any information, Diaboromon has not broken completely into it and traced to mine. Koushirou would have known it if Diaboromon had done so. Young... Takaki in this life, ne, has been asleep and has not woken. But he is very…restless." Gennai opened the door quietly with his eyebrows drawned.
Cabbi and Biyomon looked down at the pallid, sweaty young man laying in a futon on the floor. Gennai helped Soa kneeled and placed her hand on his brow.
"Is...is this Momiji?" Sora voice caught. Her fingers skimmed over his face, quivering.
"Hai."
"He's so hot, but his sweat's so cold. Oh, Momi-kun." Sora whispered.
She lowered herself onto his chest lightly. His heart was racing beneath her ear. His chest heaved laboriously and she braced on her flattened hand next to his side. Her other hand remained on his clammy face. A low rumble met her ear pressed against the cotton of his shirt. She frowned and listened closely.
"I...ri..."
"Nani?" Sora moved up and felt for his lips.
"I...ah...i."
"Momiji-kun, please, a little louder." Sora pleaded against his temple, her warm breath brushing his ear. His body shivered beneath her.
"So-ra...Io...ri..."
"Iori? Momi-kun, what about Iori?" Sora traced his jaw soothingly.
"Get to...Iori." Momoji's eyes fluttered. "He knows more..." he gasped.
"Momiji-kun, not so fast."
"Iie...I have to...So-ra. Iori...in trouble. My partner…after him!" His desperately fingers grabbed her anhands and clutched them tightly. "He knows...Prophecy." Clearly exerted, his eyes closed and he fell back into the futon. His hands still held her tightly.
"One of the Chosen is in trouble? I have to return to the Human World!"
"You can't just...go! Don't you remember last time?" Biyomon cried angrily.
"But he's in the Human World with my Crest Bearers." Cabbi growled, her hackles rising.
"We have to lure him into the Digital World. I'll get Koushirou-san to work on it when we get there. But we have to go, Sora!"
"I can't leave him, Biyomon. I will await the Chosen Child here. He will return for his partner's power. Get ahold of Koushirou-san, NOW!" Sora ordered, her auburn hair whipping around her face.
They are stiffened and turned towards the PING that suddenly split the air.
"You can't e-mail them, Gennai! You said he'd find you that way!" Biyomon felt her brain slowly hiss and spin in confusion.
"Hai. But this is an emergency, isn't it? Don't forget...you need him here, do you not?" He smiled and let his fingers fly and slide over the keyboard and touchpad.
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Iori walked slowly towards Chichi's house. She did so badly in Algebra, he had to tutor her almost everyday. At least, that is what she said. And what he readily agreed to. Of course, they both spent most the time just sitting quietly and holding each other close. At age fourteen, Iori had already found the girl that claimed his heart for all eternity. He smiled thinking of her nose wrinkling when he said something sappy like that.
"You're smiling. You're thinking of her again, aren't ya?" Upamon drawled teasingly from Iori's side.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Iori's smile widened.
"You've changed so much, Iori. You've let yer hair grow differ'ntly and you smile all the time. I don't much blame ya, feller. She's a cutie alright. But she couldn't cook to save a rabbit." Upamon sniffed.
"It's a good thing I make your lunch then, isn't it?" Iori pointed out.
"But you eat her...poison, ain't it?"
"She's getting better." Iori defended staunchly, his stomach rolling unpleasantly remembering the 'poison' he had consumed that day. Upamon snorted in disbelief.
They walked up the drive way and Iori's finger raised. Time seemed to stop, or slow significantly. A tiny blur of an object flew towards the unsuspecting kendo champion and hit the back of his neck full force. Time resumed as normal, Iori's finger hit the doorbell, and his other hand raised to rub his neck.
"Did you hear a bug? It feels likes something bit me…or something." Iori vaguely looked around him.
"Iie. Maybe it flew away too fast."
"You're here! Thank god! My dad being a jerk today." Chichi grabbed Iori's shirt and pulled him in. Upamon just barely managed to hop inside before she slammed the door shut.
"Is that damned boy you've been cow-eyed over here?"
"Shove it up yours, Otousan!" Iori, Upamon, and Wizardmon winced at the sheer volume of her exclamation.
"You shouldn't talk to an elder like that, especially one like your father." Iori scolded meekly. Chichi turned to him, her eyes filled with flames.
"Are you nuts? That guy's a drunk and a bozo. The only reason we're still in this good of a duplex is because we're living off my mother's life insurance and his disability check." Chichi snapped venomously. "BECAUSE MY BELOVED OTOUSAN IS WORTHLESS!" she shrieked towards the stairs.
"Shove it up yours, Chichi!" Her father roared down.
"I already said that, you brainless git!" She turned to Iori and the digimon with a pleasant smile. "Tea, anyone?"
"Tea would be nice." Iori nodded, still a little uncomfortable with the way she and her father treated one another.
"I'm sorry I don't respect my elders. But people have to earn my respect. My father has not. Nor will he ever. My mother though, I could respect him, or try to, just to make her happy. He was a lot better then, though. He worked, tried to be a father, and he laughed. I miss being a family. Why did she have to die?" Her words were sad, but her movements were quick and sure as she filled the teapot and put it on the gas stove.
"Chichi-chan…" Iori laid a hand on her shoulder and she turned around. She let her head fall on his chest and closed her eyes with a heavy sigh.
"I thought I was over it. I guess…I still miss her so much." She lifted her head, her dark brown eyes filling with tears. "You understand, ne? At least I still have one parent." Iori flinched slightly, his grip on her shoulder tightening without him noticing. His eyes were boring into hers…but she seemed a little fuzzy.
"You're right, I do understand. Both my parents are dead. Actually, only my mom and grandpa raised me. My father died when I was really young. I didn't find out until I was nine that he knew about the digital world as well." Why did his voice sound so far away and hollow?
"How horrible." His arms tensed beneath her fingertips. "Are you okay? You feel a little hot." Chichi leaned back and looked at his flushed face. His pupils were wide and dark, the olive green barely seen. Her right hand left his arm and raised slowly. Her fingers shook slightly as she touched his soft cheek just slightly.
Suddenly, his hands twisted into her long hair, forcing their mouths together hard. Chichi eyes widened in shock. Soon, fear filtered into her black eyes as his painful grip didn't loosen, if anything, it got tighter. She tried to push away, but his other arm wrapped around her waist. Muscles toned by years of kendo and digital adventuring kept her struggles contained and pointless. His arm fell lower and started inching up her shirt. She fought harder against him in desperation. He pushed her down, effectively pinning one arm beneath both their combined weights.
"What're ya doin', Iori?"
"Get off of her!" Wizardmon cried. Armadillomon abruptly turned and headbutted Wizardmon. The bigger digimon fell hard against the stairs. Wizardmon's green eyes looked over the purple brim of his cloak to see the pupil-less eyes of his fellow digimon.
Footsteps, sounded heavily downstairs. Chichi's eyes, blurring slightly, frantically searched for the stairs. Her father's eyes met hers, his Scubamon standing next to him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to my daughter!" He roared. Iori rose slowly and Chichi backed away, tears falling on accident.
"Otousan, it isn't him! There's something wrong. Don't hurt him."
"You're wrong, gaki, all boys are the same thinking with their penises instead of their brains. I'm going to have to bash his in a few times."
Iori only smiled thinly.
"Iie..." Chichi whispered, her words laden with dread.
Scubamon, the spineless creature, tried to help Wizardmon, but after just one slash of Armadillomon's furious claws and he retreated. Without even glancing at his partner, Chichi's father cracked his knuckles with an angry grin. He swung his fist, which Iori neatly dodged. Over and over, like a fight scene in Dragonball Z, Iori dodged fist after fist. Chichi's father finally landed a blow on Iori's face and crowed. Iori drew one hand, and sent it slamming into his sternum. An ugly crunch filled the room. Iori's fists pounded into every part of his opponent's body. Blood, teeth and spit decorated the wooden floors and walls.
With a sudden change in plans, Iori began clawing through the man's body. Ripping off flesh and hair, Iori slowly destroyed even the man's face. He wrenched out the vocal cords with a flourish. Blood was everywhere, a puddle oozing into every corner of the home, touching the stairs, touching the battling digimon. Chichi whimpered and stood, pressing against the wall on her toes, watching in horror as the growing puddle neared her white socks. Soft, plopping footsteps slowly moved towards her and she wrenched her eyes away. Covered in blood, he walked towards her, her father's throat still in his right hand, his lips still in the thin smile he had worn since her father had come to save her. With a squish and plop the tendons and skin in his hand fell. Her socks felt warm and wet against her toes and she knew, as she saw Wizardmon fall out of her peripheral vision, that the blood had reached her.
His warm hands, slick with her father's life, grabbed her arms and forced her down. He tore away her clothes and raked ragged bloody fingernails down her torso. Her whimper escaped her throat and his teeth bared. Blood matted her hair and soaked her skin. As his slick fingers gripped her thighs, she finally snapped out of her shock. She twisted away, scrabbling over blood and guts and bone. His hands enclosed her ankle and she fell hard tasting blood fill her mouth. Her cry of pain fell past numb lips, her tongue's blood mixing with the blood on the floor. He dragged her back slowly and her fingernails dug into the wood, catching on the tiny grooves between the planking.
"Let me go!" She gurgled uselessly. Her mouth was too full of blood to use very efficiently. She spat and screamed, clawing and trying to pull away. That same smile, the same smirk, was on his twisted satisfied face as she turned her head over her shoulder to see. Her eyes widened in horror as he unzipped his fly deftly and pinned her down between the shoulder blades. Half her face was now covered in blood, one eye closed. His other hand pulled his, no, Iori's, penis free as his knees spread her legs wider.
"Stop it you sick bastard! I hate you! I hate you! How dare you use him! I'll kill you! I HATE YOU!" She screamed uselessly, her eyes squeezed shut, her body tense.
It happened as suddenly, with the same passionless violence. Powerful, painful thrusts, the first, the second, the third, all of them ripped into her even after her hymen was broken. She screamed with pain, tears slipped onto the wood she now pressed her face against, ignoring the blood sticking to her nose and mouth. More blood mixed with the large puddle on the floor. It flowed down her thighs and stained the hard, driving flesh violating the most private part of her besides her mind. It wasn't even to violate her, but to violate and destroy the boy she loved even as his body raped her savagely. He felt his body shudder and the involuntary groan as the boy felt his climax through his trance. She felt him release deep within her, past the blood. His lithe, young boy fell on top of hers and she stiffened against him, her world hazy with shock and pain.
"I hate you." She whispered past lips salty with tears and blood. "I'll kill you."
Too late, she felt him return to her, his mind regain control as he pulled away slowly, his breathing starting to increase. She tried to speak, tried to explain she didn't mean him, but her world was getting darker. Her head was heavy and pounded where it had hit the floor...the blood. She heard her door open, the intakes of breath as the cold seeped into her warm, bloody home.
"Chi-chi...Chi...chi...Chichi! What...happened? Chichi! Did I do this? Chichi! Don't die, please, it wasn't me, please! Chichi! Don't hate me!" She heard his voice, thick with tears, confusion, and pain. She wanted to ease him. Wanted to tell him, she knew.
"I-iie..." she tried, her voice so weak. But she couldn't continue. His racking sobs filled her pounded head at her denial. But he didn't understand!
"I love you, Chichi...I love you..." She thought he said more...
...but everything was black and she couldn't even feel the blood drying on her barely grown breasts.
& & &
Koushirou typed furiously on his computer. He was so close to getting past these defenses around the Digital World. One mistake and he'd have to start all over again. A lengthy endeavor already, it would increase double in time as the defenses corrected themselves after being decoded. He was hiding in there somewhere with Takaki-san, Takenouchi-chan, Biyomon, and Ultimate Cabbimon, and he was going to get in there to find him.
"You've got mail."
The entire program smashed and Koushirou blinked.
"Iie...Iie...IIE! I WAS SO CLOSE! WHY WOULD SOMEONE EMAIL ME WHEN I'M DOING SOMETHING THIS IMPORTANT!"
"It's from Gennai! Emergency email from Gennai."
Koushirou stopped in the act of throwing his rolling chair and it fell from nerveless fingers. He tripped over the four legs running towards the screen. He reached over the top of the desk from somewhere on the ground and double-clicked. He dragged himself painfully.
"I know you're trying to break through Diaboromon's firewalls, but something has come up. You must find Hida-san immediately. Diaboromon has something up his sleeve. Spreading discord before almost broke up the team. You must prevent that. Leave NOW!" Gennai ordered quickly.
Koushirou moved without thinking. His feet tripped over the upturned chair again and stumbled out the door and down the stairs.
"Where's Hida-kohai?" He demanded loudly.
"With Chichi-san, why?" Tsumi asked looking up from her magazine with Mimi.
"Take me, now." His shoes were already slammed onto his feet.
"Get your coat it's a blizzard outside."
"That is not a blizzard. They're just flurries. Hurry." He threw open the closet door and grabbed his coat.
"Okay, we're hurrying, why?" Tsumi asked.
"Hida-kohai is in trouble."
"Okay. This way." Tsumi rushed into the cold and led him towards the apartment complex, her dread rising at those cold, rushed words.
Their breaths were thick and white. Ice made their footing precarious at best. But still they struggled on.
"It's so cold so early-"
"That's where she lives." Tsumi interrupted in surprise. People were rushing out the complex, pointing and staring at an upstairs window. That's when they heard it over the wind.
Screams of pain filled their heads, and their bodies took control. They pushed past the onlookers and followed the screaming and morbidly curious neighbors.
"Tentomon."
"Right." His strong talon broke the doorknob and pushed open the broken door.
The rank odor of blood hit their noses immediately. A mutilated corpse lay in pieces in a growing puddle of blood. Iori lay in the middle of it, his gore covered body holding death-white Chichi close to his chest.
"I love you. Chichi… I love you." Iori sobbed again and again, rocking gently. "Don't leave me alone. It wasn't me, please don't leave me alone again! Chichi…"