Okay, chapter two, here we come! By the way, I didn't write either of those two poems that Moroamon (Satu) quotes. Just thought it would be a good idea to add that. I don't own any of the seasons of Digimon either (sadly). I only own my OC's and my plots. With that stuff out of the way, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 1~
Someone—a little girl with a small, burnt cream-colored, In-Training Digimon that looked to be of almost seal decent sitting on her lap—gasped with surprise; I hoped I hadn't been discovered yet. I'd been so quiet, so still for so long. No one could've seen, heard, or detected me in anyway at all.
But it wasn't because of me; her parents had just brought in a vividly shaded box, the reflective paper stuck on with Scotch tape and a blistering pink ribbon. I didn't get it; what was this? Was there some kind of creature inside that would take the girl and her Digimon into the world of the prey so Master's other attackers to retrieve? What kind of trickery was I about to view?
I snarled, my canines curving out before my lips again; I tried to keep them hidden within my mouth so the light wouldn't sparkle off of them and make my presence outside the window known. How dare someone else try to take the data that was rightfully mine! I'd found this DigiDestined girl first, her blood was as good as spilt already!
I jumped forward and smashed through the glass; if there was another waiting to strike, I had no choice but to make my move now. I could no longer wait for them to all fall asleep and take her data then. If I hesitated, I may fail; Master didn't wish more than one failure a week. I'd already lost one; I could not lose this girl also.
The mother screamed as the glass flew across the room. The little girl however stood up quickly, moving in front of both her parents and spreading her arms out as if to make a barrier. To try and protect them. Her father tried to make her step away from the thing creeping towards all of them, but she and her Digimon—a Bukamon that looked incredibly afraid at a first glance, but just fine and dandy about fighting me the next time—remained standing firm before me.
"Stay back window-breaking Digimon!" She called out strongly to me, her blonde, braided pigtails swinging as she pumped her blue sweater covered arms. Her mother was trembling with fear of both me and the fact that her daughter and odd pet were standing up to the source of her fear. The father however, was holding back a nervous smile of pride for his brave, but idiotic daughter. They would be so sorrowful and grieved when it was finally time for my departure.
"Bukamon," The little girl pointed at me as she commanded her gray seal Digimon, who seemed perfectly fine with being ordered around by a weak, spineless human, and fully intent on doing whatever she was about to ask of him. "Go get her Bukamon! Help keep Mommy and Daddy safe!"
"All right Suzie!" The Bukamon came forward and let out a burst of spherical, shiny little floating creations at me. "Bubble Blow!" The little circles of clear air and water particles came rushing through the air faster than your average bubble, but they did about as much damage to me as a non-attack-mode one.
They popped after having touched my black and orangey-crimson armor, just like any other bubble would've. As soon as both girl and Digimon realized that there was no way that either of them were going to be able to leave a scratch, they paralyzed themselves with fear.
The girl was paler than ice as I moved up to her; reaching down, I snatched her up by the collar of her faded sapphire pullover. She shivered and whimpered as she tried to pull away from my barely black-furred fist. Her parents sat in fear; Bukamon lunged at me, but I smacked his away with one swift motion of my arm. It crashed into a table and lay still; the girl had only heard the sound, her eyes were squeezed closed.
I knew it wasn't dead; Digimon could not die entirely like a feeble human. Unless their data was absorbed by another Digimon or human. But even so, many more times than not their data would just disperse to the land of the Tree of Beginning, and rebirth to an egg again. Only to hatch at the correct time and come back to life. However, if not destroyed, a Digimon like me was immortal—could never die naturally. Sometimes it was a true blessing, but at others…I didn't know what it was supposed to be.
"…I'm calling the police…" The father gasped between nervous breaths as he got up quickly from his kneeling place on the ground and tried in a desperate stumble to get to the phone. I let him pick it up, let him dial, and let him speak; no one would be able to find me again once this job was finished.
The girl's mother struggled onto her feet and thought about coming over to get her daughter away from me, but she was stuck to the floor in her terror, and instead she screamed wildly at me, her voice high and rising as she shrieked, "You let go of my little girl right now! You…you monster!"
I snarled at her, sending deep growls from within my throat coursing through the air like hurricane winds. "You stay out of this; neither you, nor that man are what I came here for. Not even that…that domestic Digimon!" Turning back to the girl who was still scared to death in my grasp, but she wasn't crying. I was honestly surprised. Many humans this age would be sobbing right about now; this one must be very brave, or think that her Digimon might still be able to save her.
But he was out cold, and there was no one left to come for her now. Death was inevitable. It had always been just around the corner for humans; what was so wrong with bringing that bend in the road up just a bit faster for them? Life was nothing but sufferings and misery, rejection and jadedness, worthlessness and everlasting delicacy of the mind and body. Never would anything be suitable for the world until you yourself was hidden, so why not get rid of that person before they had the time to change who they truly were and wreck the world in that way?
Why not just get rid of that possible outcome for the rest of the world while someone had the chance? If such a thing as destiny was actually in the universe…it was mine to take on those opportunities of savior-ship for the world. To take revenge on the DigiDestined for their cruel ownership to Digimon and humans alike.
Raising my free arm from hanging motionless at my side, I straightened my fingers so that all of my claws came together in a perfectly accurate point. The head of an arrow at my fingertips. This was how I always ended a DigiDestined; a spear to the heart, take the data. That was it.
Her mother screeched and covered her mouth with her hands; she began to weep bitterly and deafeningly as her daughter disappeared before her eyes in a flash of blinding light which slowly faded to only little particles of what had once been her daughter that were floating in the air before being absorbed into my skin and armor. The father dropped the phone as he hung up with the police; I could see the tears welling and suddenly overflowing in his eyes as the sound of sirens split through the air.
I stared at the warm, scarlet liquid on my fingers and palm, the feeling I always had after deceasing a DigiDestined drowning me all over again. It was a sensation of emptiness, and loneliness that I just could not understand no matter what I did. No matter how many of the DigiDestined population left the human world by my cause, this feeling just never let me be.
I didn't understand why I felt it, but now and here wasn't the time to be searching for an unknown answer. I could already hear the black boots of the policemen charging up the steps to the room we were all in. This was my cue to leave.
Giving a short nod of my head to the people who were no longer parents—to my knowledge at least, they'd only had on child (DigiDestined. I was unconcerned otherwise), I left the same way I'd come in the first place: Through the window, and down a couple tree branches to the ground where I sprinted away like the lightning that was beginning to snap across the air of the growing night sky.
But before I did, that same colorfully vivid box caught my eye again. Curiosity got the better of me as it did on occasion, and I moved over to it, bounding quickly on the balls of my feet. I didn't wear shoes; they wouldn't fit over feet like mine anyways. My silvery claws would just cut through the fabric making them up. And that just wasn't worth it in the least bit.
Picking up the package in my hands, the parents of the girl still behind me, hoping earnestly for the police to hurry up and get in here already, I saw that there was a doll inside. A child's toy that had no recognition of anything in the world, had no feelings that were possible to remember, and couldn't think for itself; the human was the master, and it only the pawn in some kind of developed to developing plan. "Toy, you and I are actually quite alike. I have no purpose that I can see, yet you only have black buttons for eyes, so you cannot even notice your purpose in this place if it crossed before your sowed-on nose.
"What makes us the same is that you cannot remember anything even if it had ever been important to you. Despite everything, I can't even remember my own life. Every day I wander around this place—these places—and wonder if I've been here before, but I know deeply within me that I have been in this place. Not this home, but this city. Perhaps once before…But it does not matter. I barely recall anything anyway."
I heard the mother let out another loud sob as the door was slammed on again by a policeman's foot. They were here. Those people thought I didn't have any time to get away; I'd be caught, and their daughter's swift death avenged. But those people weren't getting in here till I was long gone, I knew they wouldn't be. They were still working on the door I'd 'worked on' just a few days ago. I'd given a quick fix to the hinges so they wouldn't come off as easily as kicking down the door. I was smarter than that; much smarter than some government official.
And with that, I finally jumped through the window. Rain began to pelt me as the thunder smashed against the once still atmosphere as I pondered all of what I sensed for all the people's lives I'd made some kind of negative effect on by taking someone that they loved. And I couldn't help but wonder how I'd react to someone taking an important person away from me like the snap of fingers or the bat of an eyelash. Although I barely had anyone besides Master.
I felt no pity for those I'd taken, or those who'd lost that person. I only underwent the same feeling I always got when the DigiDestined child was around their parents when the time for me to take them came: The question of, 'Did I ever have parents like them?' or 'How did my parents—if I had them—feel when I never came home the day Lord Devimon found me and recruited me under my own will?'
Those questions were some of the few that I'd never bothered Master with. I never knew if today was a day that he would be in the right mood for getting answers to incessantly sentimental inquiries such as these. Days such as those were seldom, and I was one lucky Digimon if that day came once a month. At the least once or twice every two weeks. But each time it did come…I was always too weary to ask, and he never questioned if I wished to communicate about something that was bothering me.
It was times like these when I was alone when Master had sworn that I'd never be like that again that I wished for a friend like me. Or, at least some kind of person or thing that would listen and talk to me like a companion would. I wasn't complaining or saying that Master wasn't doing what he promised those couple of years ago…but it would just be nice to have someone that I knew wouldn't leave me all alone. Someone that would always have the time to listen, or would make the time to.
But thinking or speaking of such things to anyone besides myself wasn't exactly the very greatest initiative I'd ever had. The last time I'd brought something like that up, Master had gotten very displeased with me, and had been for quite some time. That was only a week or two ago, and Master was just getting back to his usual sentiment again, so I could tell that it was best I kept the questions to myself for a while longer. And maybe stay out in the humans' world a bit longer.
Whenever that kind of a feeling crossed over me, I would always go to a special place that I'd picked out for myself to go. I'd already mapped out every square inch of it, above, below, and every other direction you could think of, I knew what was there like the back of my slightly paw-like hand—more like half-n-half, the form of a human's, but the light detail and claws of a Digimon. I'd gone here enough to know how to get here with a blindfold on—tested theory too—and I knew exactly what was changed or moved or damaged when I got there just by the feel of the grass beneath my feet. Even plant data held small traces of emotion, and it was easy to sense when it felt disturbed, afraid, and even in pain.
Running between the shadows like I always did when the streetlights were turned on—even though I knew that no one would be out in weather like this—I kept out of the view of any eyes that were looking through their doors, or down from their windows. It was best to be out in this kind of weather, why did no one else enjoy it like me?
No one at all came out to bother you as you ran, dodging little drops of rain and shards of falling lightning as you went along like a bit of lightning yourself. But if you were hit, it wasn't like being hit by an angry Growlmon's tail or something—thankfully—however it was just as the brush of wet wool against your skin. Cool and soft. Nothing more and certainly nothing less.
Soon I no longer felt the hard, increasingly wet pavement on my feet, and instead my skin was touched by the green, rain-drenched grass of the park. Swinging forward on the monkey bars like I always did to gain a bit of speed when I moved by here, I continued on through the woodchips to what I'd come here to see. This was more than just a park; this was a place I felt as somehow familiar. This was the place with the pond.
I always came here whenever a furious-feeling vibe could be sensed emitting from Master. I'd been having those kinds of sentimentally disturbing senses since the last time I'd questioned him about why he had to take me in, and why the ones I couldn't really remember the names of had abandoned me to this life.
Master must've taken some kind of offense at my questions, or at least taken them the wrong way or something, because the next thing I knew he'd been angry with me again, and had sent me to go collecting data again. I could feel in the misty, drowned air that he was still fuming because of it—although it had been just about a month ago today—and it still wasn't such a good idea to go back home to that right now.
Letting out a small, thought-exasperated sigh, I got down on my knees to look into the pond water. Whenever I did come here, and knew for sure that I was alone, I would always look at myself in the mirror-like water and wonder about what I may've really looked like as a human.
I couldn't remember anything from that life, let alone if I'd really had it, or if I'd just made it up one rainy day, hoping that it might be the one thing that could possibly fill up the unquenchable voice buried deep within the soul I doubted that I had. If I wasn't going to be condemned for my deeds—my killings; all the data I'd taken from the innocent—I would be inexplicably surprised.
Staring solemnly and somewhat blankly at my reflection in the translucent liquid, the queries that seemed to appear to my thoughts each time surround and began to penetrate my mind. They settled and melted, hardened and stuck to my brain until I had no choice but to consider them all over again.
Had I had this deeply tanned, lightly peach-fuzzed skin? No, probably not. Most humans were either much brighter or bone-deep dark, never anything remotely close to my shade. But then again, no creature—human, animal, Digimon, alien; whoever—had their own personal selection of colors or prints. Everyone was different, yes, but one always had some kind of other to match.
No one squirrel had ever been all alone in any of the trees I'd ventured through; no tree was ever very far from another of its kind; and humans…I always felt sick to my empty stomach with a lonesome greed whenever I hid away in leaves or alley shadows to observe them, learning in secrecy how to be undetected among them if ever there was a time when such a thing was needed.
They were always with that other person, despite the ever-present galore of others. I'd noticed this most often with two of the opposite sexes. There was always a touch or scratch of the hand/paw, or a death embrace usually given by the most feminine of the duo.
Once I'd seen a male affectionately bite the females face—I was lost; why be careful if you're trying to bite off your opponent's cheek? For a moment I thought the female would react with a harshness compared to no other, and attack him mercilessly. This was about the time when some kid would show up with a bag of popped corn and say, 'This is gonna be sweet!' But she didn't, and no freaky kid showed up.
She just stood there; then her face turned crimson like blood, and I thought for sure that the dude's attack had done that; maybe made her face break out into a not-going-to-be-clotting bloodstream. But that idea took a long hike it wouldn't be coming back from when the woman giggled. Giggled. You just don't do that when you're in the middle of a frickin' fight!
Then she turned to him, and took his head in her hands; I was pretty sure she was going to try and break his neck, but after having so many other wrong ideas, I doubted this one was going to be anywhere near close. But a creature could guess and hope to be at least somewhere near right, right?
But she didn't try to do that; she then pulled him to her and connected their faces in some kind of strange, mouth-using strike. I didn't quite get it to be honest, but I kinda had to figure the girl was attempting to eat the guy from the inside-out. But that idea was kinda shot too when the boy drew her closer, giving at least one of them better access to the opposite's mouth. This, I did not understand.
I mean, if you're trying to kill someone from the inside out, then you're giving the enemy an opportunity to take your strategy and use it against you. A smart fighter just doesn't do something that stupid! Or was I the only one thinking this kind of thing, paying attention to the fact that all humans were morons? It sure seemed like it.
Getting off the thought of eating someone, and humans eating each other, I curled my lips back away from my teeth, revealing the multiple pearl-like fangs to the soft, partially present moonlight. The pale light reflected off of them like the water itself, making them seem to glimmer in my reflection.
Why did I have tools of such beautiful destruction if the time never came to use them? I didn't need them for eating; I barely ate at all really. I never used them to take the data from a DigiDestined; I just never really saw the need when I could make it quick, simple, and almost painless. Why cause the innocent pain? They weren't the ones I was seeking my revenge on.
If not for those…couple of traitors—I could no longer remember how many there had been, but I knew that no matter how many there were, sooner or later I would find them, and there was no chance they could overthrow me—I wouldn't be this hell-sent wretch of a hybrid. Or so Master called me.
He said I was the 'prototype for the newest race of improved humans'. He told me that soon…he might give me the ability to make another human—any human of my choice—like me if I ever wanted to. Just so I wouldn't be 'alone in these worlds, with no one of my own kind'. But every time he'd say something like that, I knew he wasn't telling the truth. Master would never make another creation like me; I was 'too perfect a creature to ruin it by making a second'.
I let out a yell, and smacked a single hand into the water that held a mirrored image of my face. The picture distorted into little ripples, and I continued to watch until a cloud passed over the water, and I no longer wished to think about humans, hybrids, my soul…or perfection.
Perfection was just another thing I didn't really understand. I knew what it was: A beautiful, precious thing. Something that you couldn't resist no matter what you did; it was addicting like drugs, and taken in small quantities like love—no love came fast, unless it was a lie, it had to be created slowly, tenderly, until you had it all. But even then…waiting for love to come around was like an eternity alone. And no one liked to be alone, even if you were waiting for something so unknown and unpredictable like emotions.
Every now and then I would catch myself wondering about emotions, love, everything and anything like that. I would find that I was hoping there was someone out there that was specially made for me, and only for me. Once I'd come across a chapel in the middle of the brightest day I could remember; bells were ringing inside of it, I couldn't resist. I had to know what all the beautiful, loud sounds were about, what kind of thing was going on.
I'd pulled myself up to a window, and digging my toe-claws into the rock making up the vividly brilliant building, I looked through the open stained-glass windows. There were all kinds of people inside, and I instinctively dove back behind the stone wall; my curiosity told me that no one would notice if I was careful, and I peeked back over through the window.
I had been right with the first half-glance: There were many, many people in the room today, much more than usual. There were three main people that everyone else in the place seemed to be focusing on. A woman in a bright, long white dress with a screen-ish thing covering her face; a man wearing all black—black pants, shoes, jacket, bow tie—with a white shirt underneath all of it; and the regular guy who always led the services that most of these people went to.
I watched and listened as the guy up front continued to speak—I didn't remember or pay attention to all of what he said, but there was one thing that I caught myself thinking about again and again quite often, "We are all gathered here today because two people have found each other after searching all their lives for someone to complete them. Not only were these two people meant to find and be with each other or the rest of their mortal lives, but each and every single individual is made to be with someone. Kamisama wouldn't have made us social beings if we were all meant to be alone."
I didn't know who this Kamisama guy was, but he sounded like a logical guy, making each of us with a need to be with someone, to feel that someone else is out there that cares, just…just to know that there might be someone in the world that is waiting for you to come out and find them yourself. I wasn't sure if this still counted for me, but I hoped that it did. Those two people who had been all dressed up in black and white had looked so happy…and I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been even close to being that happy.
Hurting any one of the DigiDestined children that I had taken or tried to take the data from hadn't brought me anything but questions like, 'Am I doing this for the right cause, or am I running down a path I can't climb back up?' But I didn't stop, and I didn't let the always-multiplying inquiries bother me or make me the least bit hesitant about hunting down each and every single DigiDestined until I was sure I'd found at least one of my betrayers.
Even when I thought about finding them, I couldn't help but wonder if it was right for me to hold such long grudges against people who might not even know what they really did to me. They had been my friends at one time, or at least pretended to be; what if they'd been devastated at my sudden disappearance? What if they hadn't been the reason I'd been taken into the pit by Master?
I shook my head and walked away from the water's edge; the rain had finally stopped, and was now reduced to nothing but a light drizzling mist that hung like a heavy fog in the air. There was no chance in the world that they couldn't have been the reason this happened to me. There was just no other option, no one else that was capable of taking that blame with true guiltiness.
Raising my head, my eyes fixed upon the starlit sky, I let my inner thoughts mix with tones and sounds that I could hear on these current streets of the human world. I voice rung loudly and clearly as I chanted the poems I could recall now, "Darkness in my soul. Grave cold. Blood spills. Turning my tears to red wine. Running down empty, soulless eyes. Bones rattle. Skin dries. Dust blows away. Sprinkled in the wind. Life is the dust back to the cold earth it returns. Somewhere the wind chimes. Another soul lost, another soul found. In a sinister sphere locked away. Spirit forgotten, evil prevails...Slumbering townsfolk in the dead of night. Peaceful dreams, unaware of the danger. Pale moon shining, fading the black. Shadows moving within the silvery glow. Death rises and takes shape. It has always had a name, once. As old as the world itself. A master of deception and lust. Devouring the morals and innocence. Eating away at the soul like an acid bath. Draining love and honesty into a vat. Man against wife, father against son. Raging anger, devastating consequence. By morning light, realization. Memories are distant dreams. Slumbering townsfolk in the dead of night. Victims of He Who Cannot Be Named…"
Only a couple of minutes after I'd finished with my little poems—a couple people had opened their windows a few seconds after my voice had reached their story, and they'd listened for a while, but I doubted that anyone had really been bothered by it; I did do stuff like that in the dark all the time—Master's voice came in a whisper through the still, water-heavy air to my head.
"Moroamon, come again to the Digital World; we must speak. I have something you may wish to know about. Do not hesitate with your never-ending thinking and contemplating, there is nothing left to think about anymore. They can hide no longer." Lord Devimon told me this in a fast-rated tone that raced through one of my ears and seemed to just go right out the other, the only words actually sticking being, 'They can hide no longer'. Had he located the DigiDestined I'd been searching for, or was this some kind of plot to get me to come back and offer up the data I'd rightfully taken from that girl.
It may not have been rightfully taken or received, but it being part of me was better than suffering with Master. I would know; I would rather be picked apart limb by limb, organ by organ, muscle tissue by muscle tissue than continue for the rest of my never-ending life to be around Lord Devimon. But I'd sworn my allegiance to him, and I could not take it back like an insult.
Nodding to his message with a light sigh of aggravation for having to leave a world this imperfect at such a perfect time of the day, I turned back around and walked back to the pond. Wading out into the water until my head dipped under along with the rest of my body, I walked along the bottom of the pond until I came to the bright Digital Passage I always took to get to and from 'home'.
I went from holding my breath underneath a hell of a lot of murky pond water to standing a couple of meters behind Master. My hair and the rest of me was still dripping with the water, but I didn't care about that, so I paid no attention to the fact that someone was bound to slip on the water that was falling off of my skin.
"You called for me?" I stated with a blank tone and nonchalant expression; Master would probably just send me from him, command me to return to the rest of the Digital World, tell me to wander and defeat whatever and whoever crossed my path, absorb their data, and become stronger.
But he did not; instead he turned around, a wickedly demonic smile that I'd grown used to seeing on, not only Lord Devimon himself, but on my own face on some occasions when I truly let the evil within me take hold of the cold heart I barely even knew I had inside me. "Yes, I have.
"Moroamon, I realize that you may've lost hope at finding those which have done the most unforgivable deed to you: Betrayal. Although I do not understand why you are still sensing such angry feelings within yourself towards these people when they've brought you to the best thing that could've ever happened to you, I will respect your wish to cause them the pain you've felt.
"You must go to Odaiba. Moroamon, it is quite far from where you've currently been residing in the humans' world, but I don't doubt the senses and instincts I created you with, and I know you will find your way there one way or another. You will find them there, and you have my permission to do whatever it is you wish with their lives and their data, as long as they are gone.
"But when you take their data…You know what will happen if you try to hide data from me again Moroamon. I will not hesitate to punish that kind of behavior again. I can sense the data you collect just as easily as I can sense you yourself. You may as well hide it in a paper bag labeled, 'Nothing'. Do I make myself clear Moroamon?"
Wow, that took way more than half of forever. I was glad I hadn't said that out loud; I could tell that one wrong move, and Master would do whatever it took to get the data that I still had away from me, and also do everything in his power to erase the mentioning of Odaiba from my memory. He may have no idea how to do something like that, but that wasn't going to stop him, it wouldn't even hinder him in the least bit.
Bowing slightly to show him a respect I really didn't feel anymore, I answered, my face towards the floor, but my silvery eyes remained locked with his gaze, "I read you loud and clear Master, loud and clear…If I'm not back for a while…you will understand…correct?"
After receiving a short nod that meant he wouldn't attack me for not being back after a long moment of time, I sprung back to my full height, and returned to the human world's polluted atmosphere—when you had a nose as sensitive to every smell as mine was, you'd be able to tell too. It was nice to be out of the dark area of the Digital World, it was so different compared to the rest of the Digital World, which was so beautiful and serene-seeming…although most times Lord Devimon and his fiends—and sometimes he would drag me along to claim some defenseless Digimon's data also—caused it to become a devastated wasteland filled with fear and frightened Digimon.
I'd never liked it, but I'd never really had a choice in the first place. And I didn't like being so far away from the home that I'd once been in as a human; there were more DigiDestined children here in America, and I'd been here for quite some time now. It would take forever to get back to Japan on a ship, or any other way that humans did, and the hiding just wouldn't be worth the effort really.
Lifting my knees high, and stretching my legs as far as possible, I sprinted eastward. My clothes were light and my muscles were used to this kind of movement all the time—the only times I ever took human-made transportation was when I was stalking a DigiDestined, or when I just didn't feel like getting around the old-fashioned way.
My feet hit the ocean in what seemed like no time; I would be there soon. I would find them no matter what it took, and I would keep their data no matter what Master tried to do to me. He could take my data if he wished, it wouldn't bother me; these were my enemies, the very least I wanted was to always be reminded I was the cause of their destruction.
I know you can't hear me…but maybe that's for the best right now DigiDestined…I'm coming for you…And there's no escape from me!
