Just a Survivor
Originally Written:Monday July 14th 2009, 429AM to Wednesday, July 15th 2009, 240AM
AN: Posting 2 chapters today 'cause I felt like it.
"Disregarding what he is, it is his, is it not?" Wisemon watched the tall male pace back and forth. His white hair reached the middle of his back easily, wrapped by a crown of dark blue hair streaked with yellow streaks, sticking up and out from the top front of his head. The ends of this section of dark blue spikey hair was also tipped with deep yellow. A long beard, and equally long mustache fell down his front, nearly reaching his feet. He looked wiser beyond his years, wrapped in elegant blue robes, with silver chain links wrapped about his body. Five pairs of white wings fluttered lightly against the male's back, each pair smaller than the pair above it. Deep golden eyes studied Wisemon. "You may claim to know all, but you will never know more than Zhuqiaomon, Ebonwumon, Baihumon and myself." A slight smirk graced the young man with elderly features, "After all, who was it that appointed the 10 Ancient Warriors and the Three Celestial Digimon?"
"Dangerous." Wisemon replied with a scowl. "Ridiculously dangerous."
"It's a long-shot, I know, but there is a lot of hidden strength from within him. We cannot just throw that away..."
"Guinea-pig?" Wisemon glared at the male. Mystimon stared at Wisemon with wide eyes. "Wrong." Wisemon shook a finger.
"He's not a guinea-pig!" The male yelled officially annoyed. "Here I am trying to save the Digital World and you turn it around as though I'm the bad guy. Is it really our fault that humans created us with in the ability to protect ourselves as logically as their electronic devices and minds allow?"
Wisemon rolled his eyes.
"With all do respect, Lord Azulongmon...," Mystimon waved a hand nonchalantly and walked away.
"He acts as though I'm wrong." Azulongmon scowled in thought. "The worst that can happen is he turns out to be a very dark individual."
"No firepower for them! Insane!?" Wisemon yelled. Around the area Calumon jumped and skipped, chasing leaves. Occasionally one could hear him say something along the lines of, "I want to be Hokage too," in a childish pouty voice.
"Mmm...my head..." Zexion moaned, rolling over in his bed. "I feel like I've been hit in the head with a large book." He pulled the covers over his head, still moaning. Suddenly he sat up quickly, the covers pooling around his lap. He held his head and flopped back on the bed, wincing, as the world around him spun. "That little..." He growled covering his eyes with his hands. "I am not a meany head..."
"I'm surprised you remember that much." Zexion looked over to Mystimon, who was standing in the doorway. A book was in his hands.
'The same one that small...Calumon was carrying.'
"He hit you pretty hard." Mystimon walked over to him.
"What did he want anyway?" Zexion brushed some strands of hair from blocking his left eye. He rubbed his hands over his tired aching eyes.
Mystimon sat next to Zexion. "Why don't you see? He wanted to give you this." He handed Zexion the book, placing it gently on his lap. He placed his aged hands gently on Zexion's head. They glowed green accompanied with a whisper of "healing". Zexion felt his headache and dizziness slowly fade. He stared at the book, almost afraid to touch it.
"Looks like a dictionary of some kind, maybe even an encyclopedia..." He mumbled. "Hallucination..." Zexion ran his hands over the cover of the book slowly. "...Another Side..." Mystimon jumped up and took a step back as Zexion's form began to change and morph. "...volume si-..." Zexion slumped back against the bed, in the form of a large black man with golden brown hair, holding his hands against his head, his face scrunched up in pain.
"What in the Digital World...?" Mystimon watched in awe as his form shifted to a thin and lanky boy with a mullet hawk. Calumon climbed up on the bed.
"Zexion...?" The once silver haired male screamed quite loudly, swinging his arm around, hitting Calumon. The small digimon went flying into the headboard with a very loud bang. Then he got up and ran towards the door, his hair now light blond, sporting a goatee and bright blue eyes. Before he managed to get to the door, he disappeared.
A slightly younger Wisemon, sat levitating on top his large book, meditating. His arms were held up, palms up, holding each of his orbs in one hand as they floated above his palms. Suddenly a loud scream echoed through the area, and he looked back to see a tall smashing young blond male with a goatee and bright cunning blue eyes run by him. He then crashed into Wisemon and his book.
"No-no-!" Wisemon calls out as he falls and eight metal spheres appear crashing into his humble abode. The building fell much like a stack of children's play toys and the resulting crash made the male scream even louder, in a deep British accent, apparently startled and scared. He held his head, scrunched up in a ball, lying on the ground.
Wisemon turned around to face the man, who now had long bright red, wild, spiky hair. His frame was no longer thin and lithe, but rather short and scrawny. "Interesting..." Wisemon moved quickly yet gracefully, picking himself up from the floor, his book long disappeared. He placed a hand tentatively on the male's shoulder and the male screams again, bursting into flames. Wisemon jumps back, not able to protect his hand fully from the sudden damage. He's left staring confused, holding his hand as data floats from it, while the boy runs off, his hair completely red by now, and disappears.
Mystimon rushed outside, calling for Azulongmon and Wisemon.
Wisemon nursed his left hand, a pain he's not quite sure was there before coursing through it. He watched confused as a few wraps of bandages suddenly appear on his hand. There's a slight delay, but he suddenly remembers the strange male that suddenly appeared and tried to light him on fire, in some form of a screaming fit ten years ago. Quickly, Wisemon grabbed Azulongmon, and pulled him off to the side, as a form, covered in flames, appeared where Azulongmon once stood.
Wisemon looked back at Mystimon with a slight smirk on his face, "Man; destroyed house. Came back. See?" He was quite shocked when he saw that the man who had taken out their house so many years ago changed into their apprentice, Zexion.
"What in the world?" Azulongmon questioned, clearly confused. Zexion was curled on the floor, slowly changing into the form of a white haired black man. The trio stared confused, as a group of red streams of light circled around him. "Move!" Azulongmon yelled as the red light swords shot out towards them. Then, to add insult to injury, a few trees suddenly shot out of the ground and crashed into their house.
Mystimon and Wisemon looked at each other. Wisemon shrugged with a slight smile, looking back at their hole filled house. Mystimon, ran a hand across his face, quite annoyed. "Calumon!" He yelled running back into the falling building, casting a barrier of some kind around himself.
"You mean to tell me, he's the boy who made it look like Witchelny was under the attack of a wild fireball phenomenon ten years ago?" The white haired male shot chains out of his body. The chain's wrapped around Zexion, who seemed to be mumbling a bunch of incoherent things.
Wisemon nodded affirmatively. Zexion had now changed into the form of a blond haired girl with "antennae". Zexion sent a charge of electricity into the chains, a sick grin on his face. As a result, the second half of Azulongmon's "Lightning Whip" attack was activated and the two wound up stunning each other. Zexion fell to the floor, shuddering and convulsing, as he turned back to his true form. Azulongmon shook his head, strands of white hair moving his with head. He called back the chains to him.
From within the rubble, Wisemon and Azulongmon were alerted to Mystimon's distressed call. "Go! Please!" Wisemon called back to Azulongmon. Azulongmon took off accordingly. Black books, in the same form as the book that started this entire mess, suddenly appeared, including one that rose from the rubble.
Azulongmon willed his chains to surround him, blue thunder sparking from his human frame. Wisemon, stared looking around, eight large metal sphere's circled around him. 'For Wisemon to call out his 'eight sphere's of lust' before attempting 'eternal nirvana' must mean that Zexion is too far out of reach mentally. This is much worse than it looks.'
Zexion stood slowly, his eyes duller than normal, if such a thing was possible. He walked towards them calmly. Then he teleported over to the book floating above the house's remains. And suddenly it hits Azulongmon and Wisemon, just how strong this young man is, as they feel the walls of a book encircling around them.
"This way! Hurry hurry!" Wisemon quickly glanced over to a blue beam of light. In it, Mystimon stood, holding Calumon. Calumon was frantically screaming. Both Wisemon and Azulongmon quickly moved to rush towards the light, ignoring Zexion's maniac and hallucination induced laugh.
Azulongmon watched, wide eyed, a few beads of sweat rushing down his brow, as a storm of meteors hit the pitch black ground, exploding. Wisemon, wasn't particularly interested with the meteors for one reason or another. He focused on Mystimon. His companion was covered in cuts and bruises. His armor was completely disheveled and his cape, nonexistent. Wisemon smirked slightly, "Beat you?"
"Just about." Mystimon sighed, "Calumon found this barrier by accident."
Wisemon stated something incoherent. Zexion, who had teleported behind them in side the barrier started. His face scrunched up in distressed and he held his head.
"Blast Fire!" Mystimon swung his flame coated blade in an upwards arc.
"Aurora Force!" Azulongmon turned around sharply, accompanying Mystimon with an electrical attack of his own. Zexion flew in the air, flying back a few feet before falling to the ground, scrunched up into a ball, smoke rising from his singed body.
"Focus!" Wisemon yelled at him.
"I can't!" He screamed back, taking the form of a steel blue haired male with an X-shaped scar on his face. He snarled, a particularly large blue claymore appearing in his hands. Then in a quite humorous fashion, he chucked it at the quartet. It turned back into one of the black books floating in the expanse of dark gray cloud and book the second it left his hands. Zexion screamed, morphing into a well aged blond haired man. Zexion shuddered, barricading himself in a relatively thick wall of ice.
"It looks as though the book reminded him of many of his old abilities, and he can't seem to control them." Azulongmon thought, stroking his long white beard.
Calumon jumped off of Mystimon's shoulder, and carefully floated down, a red glow surrounding him as he moved to pick up one of the books. "Looks like he's just being a big meany head again to me."
Wisemon looked up, hearing a slight ticking sound. If he squinted, he could see white numbers just above Zexion's head. "Wait it out." Wisemon said swinging one of his spheres around to catch a book. Azulongmon and Mystimon were defending themselves from more books as well.
"Wait what out?!" Mystimon looked back at Wisemon. He then glared at Azulongmon. "Quit going easy on him! You're a God for goodness sakes!" One of Azulongmon's chain's launched back behind him, grabbing Calumon and picking him up and away from another book. Calumon moaned staring down at the book he dropped in the process, with a cute pout on his face.
Wisemon looked back at the number above his head. It was now at 20...19, actually. A strange gun appeared in Zexion's hand, who was now in the form of a man with black hair with one or two gray streaks running through it wearing an eyepatch. Zexion shot out a few bullets from his behind his barricade. Wisemon looked back at the remains of a hoard of books that would have struck him otherwise. He then glanced back at Zexion with a nod.
"Apprentice not a fool." A group of strangely shaped lances flew out from behind the barrier, and without warning, stabbed a few more books. "Looking for what?" He looked around the field.
"Wisemon! Get him!"
"Calumon stop that!" Azulongmon and Mystimon looked back at Wisemon.
"Take that, meany head!" Wisemon quickly turned to find Calumon, jumping up with a book that looked different from the other books floating around. Then Calumon threw the book at Zexion's head.
"...Anti-climatic." Wisemon commented glaring down at Calumon as Zexion fell back into a dead faint, and the world surrounding them disappeared. The ice melted, and the spears and oddly shaped bullets disappeared in wisps of darkness. The encyclopedia fell into Zexion's lap with a thud.
"It worked didn't it!?" Calumon looked back and up with a happy grin.
Mystimon looked around at the mess surrounding them. Trees had been uprooted here and there, and about 75% of their large estate was no more. Zexion laid on the soft ground, a fitful sleep possessing him.
Azulongmon gathered his chains and dusted himself off. "Humans are the hardest beings in the universe to work with."
"That would apply here, if he was actually human." Mystimon replied.
Wisemon walked over and picked up Zexion. The book added a good 3 to 5 pounds to his light weight. His two orbs circled around him. And he was mumbling something or other.
"Well, according to you-know-who..." Azulongmon trailed off staring at them from his peripheral vision. Calumon floated back over to Azulongmon, landing in his arms. Azulongmon lightly bopped him upside the head before petting him.
"Just because one was once human, doesn't mean he or she will remain that way in any form they take." Mystimon replied. "Still, you seem to have much faith in him, and who dares to oppose a Digital God?" Mystimon looked back at him with a joking smile.
Wisemon looked down at Zexion. He was strange human, this kid. He wondered who the people he morphed into were, and how exactly he had the ability to do such. He didn't seem to be interested in much of anything any more, and the actions displayed here were the first emotions he truly displayed for months. Either this boy was just that fucked up in the head, or he really was missing something that was very important. Or maybe he was drifting around, adapting to his surroundings, doing his best to just survive.