Parallel Rose: Okay this is the rewrite after… two years long story short shit happened and still is, the plot of this story back then was merely me writing chapters and going on from there with no general plot at all. Now it's changed… which was why it took so long the two favoured plots for this story clashed… a lot. I pictured scenes from both and just when I thought I could satisfied I thought of anther possibility for the other one this continued for days, months, etc.. and here we are, I made a decision finally. Everything with make sense soon… I hope.
Prelude: lingering aftermath
He could still hear the sandstorm blasting past his ears, and feel his worn saddles slowly sinking into the sand. It would spill over them and craw between his toes.
He was used to the feeling.
Despite his age he'd been though many climates, him and his faithful partner, Monodramon.
But he was tired now, both him and his partner were tired.
Hungry, lost, and dying.
It wasn't long until poor little Ryo's body gave way and he simply fell on the ocean like mass of the dessert.
Monodromon panicked, he rushed to his tamer's side. Frantic like a four year old caught in the headlights. His arms were tired so he pushed the boy up by pushing his nose under the body, and digging his toes into the ground as he forced himself up. In moments Ryo's arms were limp from his body and his eyes were closed in bliss, no longer bothered by the heat in his subconscious.
He was merely asleep, not awake from the world around him.
The sand wasn't a strong supporter. The many grains began to pour from Monodramon's tightened toes and he slipped.
The sand cushioned Ryo's fall, but gave poor Monodramon a mouthful of sand in his fall.
The battle had taken a toll on them, he was given many scratches. A noticeable amount of its wings and one of its shoulder blades had been torn off, leaving a bit of its revealed skin vulnerable, leg extremely sore from a strong scratch on one of its legs and an injury which looked to have been formed from a thin sharpen clawed creature, hovered slightly over the yellow diamond that reminded on it's forehead.
Spitting out the sand, it's golden eyes looked at it's tamer in worry. Jedi had warned him that even in this world Ryo wasn't a Digimon and he was in fact the most vulnerable of them all at times.
And frankly, It seemed like one of those times.
The blows from the battle didn't do him well. A few scratches from stray energy rays, his back seemed to be hurt for Monodromon saw how he walked awkwardly and how he sometimes winced randomly.
It frowned and looked on at the endless mass of sand that stretched on for miles.
It knew, there was no possible way for it to move both him and Ryo to civilisation.
Sand was blown from the dessert's mass, it brushed the small dragon's arms and lightly flew into the sky. Monodramon watched only to realise that where the sand had that began to departure the was the shadowed form coming in there direction.
Damn, he wanted Ryo to wake. He couldn't turn to Stikedramon without him. Perhaps it wasn't an enemy, he thought.
Before the small dragon could help himself, his vision became blurry. Blackness caved in and he could no longer stand properly. But if he could only keep them open abit longer, then he could see the new form's face.
He saw what he was taught was an old man.
He saw Jedi.
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It was a surprise seeing the sight of a brilliantly decorated ceiling, patterned with many detailed drawing of Digimon he knew. It was a surprise because he would of thought he would seen the sand flying into the skies.
Then he remembered.... Jedi!
So was Ryo...
"Hey, buddy" A young childlike voice called. The dragon turned, on his left was the sight of his tamer, smiling, with a stand of bandaging across his forehead. Ryo patted the space next to him on the comfortable sofa they were sitting on, and without hesitating, Monodramon walked upon the red sofa and carefully setted his head on his tamers lap, careful not to touch any of his injuries.
Ryo merely patted him on the head. He seemed okay, he didn't feel uneasy which was a good sign in that he knew that the battles aftermath didn't seem to effect him.
Jedi had told him that Monodramon would of course be effected by Millenniumon. Theoretically he was a Mega and Monodramon was only a rookie. Right now it just seemed that it was either the fact that Millenniumon saw that being in such a state that Monodramon wouldn't be stable and would perhaps be destroyed.
Therefore destroying both of them.
At this Ryo hand had stopped patting his partner.
It wasn't noticed because the dragon had fallen asleep long ago.
But plus the thought that many Digimon despised Millenniumon, if news got anywhere about this. His friend would be the target of so many, he pleaded Jedi that he hoped he wouldn't take Monodramon's life just so Millenniumon was destroyed.
Thankfully the old man did not agree with this option, the possibility that Monodramon could be taken advantage of at being born again was too high of a risk and besides the old man enjoyed the dragon's company. He'd grown from being that small run of a dragon, all talk and no action.
He'd persuaded the sovereigns to make the rookie his partner.
Besides after Ryo himself had found out who his original partner was...
He preferred Monodramon being the annoying kid brother.
He missed his family. He missed mum and dad and aunty Mary who would of always given toy aeroplanes from the old fashioned toyshop near where she lived. He wondered what they were doing? Maybe they gave up looking for him? Even if Jedi had old him that in the digital world time goes by far slower than in the human world he would of thought that two years would even be a fair amount of time in the real world.
He suddenly heard the sound of footsteps and the rhythm of cup, small, plates, and perhaps spoons sliding across a tray. Whoever it was wasn't really balanced on his feet.
Jedi's voice hung though the air, as well the scent of hot chocolate and tea.
"I thought you'd love something warm, after that ordeal" came his voice as he entered his living room. Ryo, liked Jedi. Whether it was because of the fact he was actually the only human he'd meet in the last few years or the fact he was kind to him.
He gladly excepted the hot mug, only to hastily place it down because it burned his fingers. Jedi laughed, but Ryo only scowled and looked around the room. Last time he could remember his room was night before he'd left from Millenniumon and told himself to take a good look for it might be the last time he'd see it.
Millenniumon scared him, far beyond childish fears such as the monster under the bed.
There was still the old fashioned fire place, rather large sofa's that Ryo remember he struggled to get onto when he first appeared here, the light brown ceiling with dark brown pictures of Digimon he'd remembered that he'd fought and made friends with.
The wooden floor, the slide open, wooden, edged doors, thick legged tables and the fact the place simply glowed at dark nights with the fire lit at the fire place.
Jedi, noticed him look and spoke again. "See, I have class" he old man said smugly, he hoped to lighten the boy's mood after telling him the news of the fights aftermath. He couldn't bare to bluntly tell him all the news yet, even though he knew that Ryo was quite used to the experiences of travelling to different dimensions.
It was the fact with such a complex thing as travelling though one dimension to another, one was not sure is they could go to a needed one. Even with the digital world that for more than one case there were tamers that were able to travel to one dimension to another, one was not sure and it seemed that fate itself choose for them.
But the point was ... would fate allow Ryo to be transported back to his exact dimension?
The boy had done his job, Millenniumon was gone. The only sane thing to do was to return him to the same place he came from.
There was also he case with Ryo's injury, it seemed that he's been given a rather long lash on his back. In the digital world it perhaps wasn't a problem, humans were data here and later on the data would repair itself, healing his injury. But the first priority was to get Ryo out of the digital world, if news of what remains of Millenniumon came out, he duo would of course be targeted. But at least another fortnight would be needed to heal the injury, if Ryo were to return right now, in his flesh and bone condition he would at least need a large amount of stitches to repair that injury.
The opinion of staying here was but a thin line between both options. He had to choose before that line snapped harshly and without warning.
"Jedi!" The young voice called out suddenly.
And Jedi did not realise in his chain of thought he was worrying the boy, he didn't believe that he zoned out for that long. Because Ryo was now able to pick up his mug with ease and take long sips from the mug.
It seemed that the boy was too satisfied with his hot chocolate to press on that fact he'd been busy in a chain of thought.
He smiled at seeing the now awake dragon rookie watching his tamer closely and mimicking his actions in sipping out of another mug of hot chocolate. Its large claws hugged the mug and pulled the cup slowly to its mouth, it being shaky whether from the fact it was used for using them for fighting or from hem still being tired from the battle prior.
Night was falling, both Ryo and Monodramon were now after being fed after were now only tired and waned to rest there aching bones.
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Somehow even in pure exhaustion, Ryo managed run, yes run to the bed. It was almost as unbelievable as the fact that Jedi was quite well build in the day to Ryo, because f the fact the boy wondered where Jedi had got such a large top for Ryo to use as PJ's
He managed to jump, push his body on to the bed, crawl to the pillows and drop into a heap on them as they rubbed his face.
Only for Monodramon to dog-pile him after.
And accidental hit on of his injuries, then for them to fight, Ryo then scolding him like a sibling would do to a younger sibling.
And after that it seemed as though the fight was forgotten as they were tangled up in a large heep on the covers in the next hour or so.
Snoring and monumentality kicking and twitching in there sleep.
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Jedi sat in the living room in thought.
Should he send Ryo away or keep him here? Time was running out! He defeated of Millenniumon, at least one Digimon would heard of the results and oh, if that spread round...
Suddenly he was hit with a far more horrible thought, though the mere possibility felt like it had literally slapped him in the face, it was rough and it still strung him right now.
Oh, what if it was exaggerated? Some cruel nasty, vengeful Digimon, uses this advantage. He could hear it now, Ryo the dark tamer, walking the digital world with his spawn of a villain dragon.
Friends would turn into enemies. If not that fights would break out. Many Digimon were stubborn on there opinions of humans whether good or bad. Ryo was only ten. He'd been here for a long and painful two years, even with his help sometimes not even Jedi could be there when he hurt himself.
It was Ryo's job to make sure that it didn't happen to every Digimon on the planet.
Perhaps it was because out of all of the digidestined he'd seen and been with, in all his years. Ryo had been with him the longest and he saw the young boy as maybe an offspring of his.
But...
If he sent him away, was he even sure that fate would allow him to return to his own dimension? Even it did, with that injury was it safe to send him back.
Yes he could send Monodramon with him to be safe, but unless he gained some magical human healing power the second issue would be a problem! He creased his winkled head. What would he choose!?
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He noticed Ryo still flinched at sudden movements with his back, how Monodramon would snap more than use his claws to grab things. He noticed when he saw both of them at the table playing with each other.
Ryo was pulling a forkful cut pieces of pancake, covered with maple syrup in front of the rookie's face, the small dragon snapped at it repetitively and Ryo only brought it away so Monodramon would be left by only snapping the air.
Suddenly Monodramon poked a injury on Ryo's belly and the boy flinched leaving the pancake piece vulnerable.
Monodramon licked his lips clear of any of the tasty syrup after.
"Hey!" Ryo called, as he realised the last forkful of pancake was currently resting in the dragon's belly.
"Okay, you two. That enough" Jedi's voice called from the door way from his bedroom. The to stopped and turned to the old man who was only dressed up in his red slippers and bathroom robes. His face had nothing more than a look or pure seriousness.
At this, both the dragon and the young boy sat politely.
He spoke.
"Am afraid this is where we say good bye, my boy. And even after all this travelling I dread to tell you that..."
Ryo hated that those words stopped and he paused to let finish. It wasn't bad enough that he was going to leave Jedi, never mind the fact he had Monodramon with him, he'd miss the old man.
"I have no idea how you can return home" Came the grave ending.
And with that his stomach turned, he'd never see mum, dad, or aunty Mary again. It was happening so fast now, he'd lose Jedi and his parents. Who knows if he'd ever see the old man again.
Dread overwhelmed him, he jumped off the chair and struggled to walk properly. Monodramon tried to follow him, but was stopped by Jedi at the doorway. He didn't turn to face the dragon as it looked up at him questionably.
The man only looked on ahead, to the future and said:
"He needs time alone"
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Ryo's eyes were blank, empty, a void.
He hugged his knees from the large white shirt. He was lost more than he ever had, he'd always remember knowing that not always but there was a chance that Jedi would be there. After a heavy battle, when they needed help, or if they just pasted his area Jedi would be there.
It was a ray of hope on a grey and bleak day.
That ray of hope now vanished and the clouds made it dark and gloomy.
Perhaps he excepted the fact it would be long until he saw daddy, mummy, and aunty Mary. Maybe that's the reason why he excepted Jedi so easily. He rarely met his granddad, one died and the other was a miserable old trunk that moaned in a elderly home according to what his mother had said.
Now Jedi was gone too.
Ryo cried.
He let out a wail, which couldn't remember doing for quite awhile. He never had anything to cry about back home and if perhaps one could say he was a bit spoiled with his family. He rarely cried after first being transported to the Digital world, he was scared but just scared.
Never upset.
One part of him was curious about Digimon so he was just too overwhelmed to cry.
But now he did, his nose became runny and he was shaking, hiccuping every once in a while. He wailed again, it was a terrible sound, he pinched his skin and clamped his eyes tight then sniffled and wailed again.
And it echoed though the room, as if serving a purpose.
For it cut deep and dig into the very core of Jedi heart.
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Ryo wouldn't let go of the shirt, even after changing and when Jedi briefly warned him of the dangers and why he left Monodramon with him. Ryo only nodded numbly and Monodramon gave him worried glances.
It hurt Jedi to see the child like this.
They walked far into the dessert, the walk was silent. Even Monodramon kept quite, too busy keeping his eye on his tamer, who hadn't let go of the top and eyes looked empty of any life. The small dragon sighed, he hoped his tamer would be back soon.
Ryo didn't care that sand grains were crawling in his saddles because he was talking a rather slow pace. He was still upset of the whole ideal, he could of been stubborn. He could of fought, cried and hung on to the house for dear life but when he remembered that this was an order from Jedi.
He knew it was for the best.
He saw Jedi as a grandfather, a close relative, a great friend.
And he knew that the old man cared for him dearly.
So he suppose this was for the best.
Jedi, from the corner of his eye sighed, fate had to be cruel! He loved the boy. Though he himself enjoyed the boy's company...
It wasn't needed.
The digital world wasn't safe, he should be with much more humans. He stopped, he'd make it quick put them both out of there misery.
"This is where we part" he called, he didn't move and there was a long silence after. He only heard the sound of Monodramon grunting in acknowledgement.
Searching though his pocket he found what he was looking for, a small prism, which was decorated in digicode, it was made out of a thick rock and the scripture was outlined in a navy blue while the thick rock was a dark grey.
He threw the prism and it seemed to automatically make sure that it landed correctly, for it bounced a few times so the top faced the skies. It flashed as the sun rays hit it and the inscriptions glowed a light blue, it began to crumble, sand twirled round it and began to fly in both humans and Monodramon's faces.
The prism expanded, it opened, the sides falling like petals of a lilly. In the centre a large muticoloured sphere floated and shinned brighter than blazing sun. Ryo and Monodramon shielded there eyes and Jedi only stared.
With one heavy sigh, Jedi spoke again. "Walk into the sphere, from then on your in fate's hands"
Monodramon was in excitement, he rushed off past Neji and called his good byes and stood near the sphere and waved wildly.
Ryo was hesitant.
"Come on Ryo,its so cool!" He called from the open prism, Ryo only held onto the shirt tighter and didn't move an inch. He just couldn't do it, Jedi, mum, dad, aunty Mary, they all would be left behind.
"Its for the best you know" Jedi voice came from on his left, he didn't even see the man move. He was confused and looked to in front of him to where Jedi was now standing. At his the man chuckled.
"Well if am this fast now, I must of been something when I got that top" He replied smugly.
It seemed that the void of happiness was forgotten, cherishing there last moments were more important. With that Ryo's once forlorn face turned into a smile and then a smirk "Yeah right old man" he said, snorting at the very thought.
Jedi laughed, "aright then, see if you can one day fit into that top then" The older man challenged, the smirk became more film.
"Its a good thing we might not see each other again, because I might make you eat my dust" the younger boy called, and stuck out his tongue at the older man.
Jedi pushed him playfully, "oh, go on you little scamp. Come back and prove me wrong!" He called, Ryo laughed and ran on to the prism's centre "I will old man, I will!" He called.
With that the prism closed. Both kid and dragon waved wildly and cried tears of joy, Jedi smiled and laughed as he saw the prism swallow them, spin wildly, causing sand to fly wildly, and send him off his feet.
He opened his eyes and saw that a same prism was there left in it's place.
A lone tear fell from his left eyes and he wiped it off furiously.
He'd miss both of them, Ryo and Monodramon.