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DIGIMON DIGITAL SLAYERS: Chronic Wielders Season 3, Season III : The Becoming

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Spiffy is Glory	Posted: Apr 29 2008, 10:49 PM
aviv is srs Group: Celestial One Posts: 7,740 Member No.: 1 Joined: 5-February 05	...TWO YEARS AGO... He could hear it. Beep. Beep. Beep. A green line. Rising, descending, rising, descending, like the tides of an ocean crashing upon the rocky shores of a hillside; like the rise and fall of the so-called "legendary" Chronological Wielders, those great and mighty Digital Slayers. Everyone knows the higher you rise Beep. Beep. Beep. the harder you fall. Beep. The glorious and triumphant warriors of the past, so victorious, so grand that their names were said to be forever marked down in history as Earth's greatest heroes, were now scarce. Once as plentiful as the grains of sand in Seadramon's Dominion -- a beach that was now barren, all but for the dark, murky waters there, filled with untold evils more powerful than any could possibly comprehend, now known not as Seadramon's Dominion but as the Caligo -- the Chronic Wielders and Digital Slayers had been innumerable, facing the evils that crashed upon them; they remained strong and firm, even as the evils surrounded them. Perhaps the secret to their success was how they had each other. How they triumphed -- together. He wondered -- would that unity hold fast as the tides of war turned darkest? Or would they live up to their name -- the Scourge of the Worlds? For even a lot of man and mon alike hated the Wielders and Slayers, because they couldn't stop it. They couldn't have stopped any of it from happening. The world was in an apocalypse now and it was because their great heroes couldn't stop it. Beep. Iyago couldn't blame them for their downfall. If it weren't for Luna Minamoto and her many generals, such as Deidre Zephyra and Terra Seritago, or Shikaru Kenshima and Naosu Hanashi, Eric Sandelheim or Sean Akiyama, the Wielders would be no more than dust in the wind, their legend turned to a distant memory. Then the worlds really would've been screwed -- yet no one could quite comprehend that, could they? No, "normal" people were too busy pointing fingers and placing blame. The flames of war, licking at their heels and at their hearts, would soon do to them what death could not. They'd want death. Death's touch, that beautiful, beautiful release... But nightmares would pull them back to life; would pull them back to their greatest fears. For every fear you conquer, a new shall manifest. That is human nature. That is everything a human is... is fear, and what it causes those in its grip to do. Beep. Iyago turned his gaze to the young man lying in a hospital bed, covered by white sheets, his sandy brown hair (so soft, so silky, so unlike that man, once so rude and brash) framing his pale face. The air was stale, everything in the room silent, all but for the quiet beeping of the heart monitor; its steady rhythm made Iyago shiver, his muscles aching to reach forward and make that constant beep suddenly stop... Just halt. Forever. He wanted to stop that steady rhythm like no other. Balloons were placed around the young man's bed, saying useless things like, "Wake up soon!" and "Get Well Soon" and "Happy Birthday!" (even though the man's birthday must've been a few months ago -- it seemed as if people were putting anything, just anything, in his room to lighten it up, which was okay because the man hooked up to the heart monitor would've loved to receive a birthday balloon any day, Iyago knew it despite however much he might want to let go of any part of -- the past that wasn't his own). Gifts and decorations were set up in the room, yet, no matter how bright the colors, no matter how happy or encouraging the thoughts behind them, they did not liven up the room nor make it any happier. The air was still stale. The air still smelled like a hospital; so clean yet sickeningly so. Iyago sniffed and instantly sneered, rubbing his nose gently with the back of his hand. How disgusting. The air was still sorrowful, still quiet, still just as depressing as it would have been without the thoughts carried by those balloons and those cards and those trinkets. The room still carried a comatose Zakai Romeo Arosko. Sitting beside him calmly in a black chair was his brother. This brother, clean-shaven yet covered in gore, covered in shadow, was really his brother no more. It was his brother turned monster, his brother who had sliced deep into his lungs and spine and shredded any chance Zakai Arosko had of ever walking or even moving ever again. His brother who wasn't happy, not at all, as Zakai tried to stand regardless, and was rewarded for his efforts by being slammed on his back and getting silly head trauma when skull met pretty marble flooring. Really now, head trauma. It was almost fitting for the kid -- in a morbid sort of way. Iyago wondered -- if this man were to awaken, would he be happier in the reality surrounding him, this -- un-reality -- or would he have been happier asleep? Yet the longer one sleeps, the more nightmares one creates. [Yet the more you sleep...] a voice, light and gentle and sweet and disembodied, spoke [...The more dreams manifest.] ["Right?"] \|\|\| No. \|\|\| \|\|\| Not in a world of nightmares. \|\|\| \|\|\| No dreams can manifest through the nightmares. \|\|\| \|\|\| For the world of dreaming is far, far away. \|\|\| \|\|\| And it will never - ever - take away this empire. \|\|\| Iyago, claws stained with blood, sipped his tea in silence. After a few seconds of staring at his immobile brother, he placed the teacup on the nearby table and leaned forward to brush a bang out of Zakai's closed eye. "It must be horrible to be forced to dream," Iyago whispered, claws clicking against the bedside's railing. "To be forced to forever have nightmares." Beep. Beep. Beep. "You can't escape from them. Can't run from them. Can't even hide." Beep. Beep. Beep. "Pathetic," Iyago hissed, leaning away from the man. Zakai... could've been sleeping. Could've been dead. Could've been anything at that moment, anything but awake; anything but alive. Yet he was. Yet he was, alive, and had survived Iyago's initial attack, how stunning! A few months passed since then, when Iyago attempted to slay Zakai. But Zakai Arosko would never be slain by his brother's keeper, and now, even lying in a coma, Iyago knew that it was true. Just as Zakai would never kill him, he would never kill Zakai, because Zakai belonged to them. Reapermon Arkadimon Creatures of body. Creatures of mind. Creatures of soul, of blood, of death. Of nothing and yet of everything. And as for Zakai's soul, well... Beneath his hospital shirt, a gentle green glow illuminated Zakai's chest and face, and for a just mere second, the glow from the crest made that young man's eyes look open, look -- hauntingly -- beautiful, and open, and lively. Then, growing stronger, the gentle green illuminated Iyago's expression, that great and revered grin of his, and the Demon Prince of the well-known City of Fallen Kings reached forward to press his claw against Zakai's cheek. Silence. Nothing but the stir of clouds outside could catch the Boogieman's attention, and even then, the stir of those black, stormy clouds did nothing but make him grin more. Maybe it would rain. It'd be so nice... that rain. The glow grew brighter and brighter. He could feel heat where he'd laid his claw and it amused Iyago so much he chuckled. So Zakai managed enough power in his inner sanctum to protect himself from outside forces -- if Iyago kept his hand against Zakai's cheek much longer, that hand he'd lose. Burned to a crisp. How delicious. Grinning, but sneering, Iyago leaned forward to look Zakai deep in the eye, if only they were open. "Rise, then, if you wish to strike me down, o' mighty Master of Pain," Iyago taunted. "Rise, Othello's brother, and strike us all down. You ARE the Wielder of Psyche, aren't you? Rise then to claim the title!" "Isn't it a little early to be taunting the almost-dead, Iyago?" Without looking toward the doorway, Iyago's eyes fell into slits. "...Aphrodite." "This is just like you, to be speaking in an olden tongue, talking of titles and such," the figure giggled, stepping out from the veiling shadows, revealing her blonde hair that fell mid-back and the platinum bangs that stopped at her chin. Sky blue colors filled her clothing, dotted with red, red that was wet and fresh yet would soon dry to become cracked and brown. The woman's eyes, once a bright blue more beautiful than even the skies had been many months ago, blared out in the darkness: scarlet. A tad lighter than Iyago's, whose red eyes were strong and deep, but still stood out like black ink on a wedding gown nonetheless. "No one cares about titles anymore." This was the woman once known as Joan Arosko, but now was nothing more than the virus Aphrodite. Around one of her wrists was a steel shackle connected to a chain that snaked out into the hallway beyond Iyago's view, leading to something; something that Iyago could not see but could only assume was a slave. She noticed his slightly-amused yet slightly-annoyed expression and grinned. "Well, at least you don't say 'thee' and 'thy' anymore. That was just embarrassing." Iyago merely leaned toward her, eyebrow raised as a certain weary yet happy surprise filled him. "What brings you to this sacred hospital, Aphrodite? After all, it has good security, being the 'safest' hospital in both worlds, and you've never been known for getting past security unnoticed." "Who said I had to be unnoticed?" Iyago's grin widened. "Good girl. Once again they prove to have learned nothing in the past few months. 'Safe', please, if you thought 'thee' and 'thy' coming from my mouth was embarrassing..." Aphrodite snorted. "Well, it was." Iyago sighed irritably and waved a hand. "Never mind. Just answer my question -- why are you here?" "I'm here for the same reason you are," Aphrodite hummed, dancing a few steps forward and, with the tip of her index finger, brushed the bottom of Iyago's chin. [what a dancer] The chains hit and reverberated against the floor tiles as she moved, light and weightless like a ballerina, toward her comrade. "Nightmares tore this hospital's security up, and I want to play with the kitten." She left Iyago to stand above Zakai, eyes gleaming as she grinned. She stared at him, just stared, until, tenderly, like a mother to her newborn child, reached forward and brushed his cheek. "Oh, Iyago, he's so cold." "It's the room. The heating system became air conditioning, and because it's winter, the air conditioning became freezer-level." Iyago stepped to Aphrodite's side as they both watched their brother sleep. Though they had the bodies of Aviv Revira Arosko and Joan Rosemary Arosko, the bodies of a half-brother and half-sister, the viruses themselves cared not for each other, or the fourth Arosko, as siblings. "Too bad Azzie has to miss the reunion, hmm?" Iyago whispered to Aphrodite, his claws clicking once more against the bed's railing. clk-clk-clk; clk-clk-clk "You mean Azrael?" Aphrodite smiled. "Hehe, Assie wouldn't miss this for the world." "Oh, Really?" "Yeah, really." She tugged at the chain around her wrist, eyes gleaming blood, blood that would not or could not flow, blood that was in her eyes, in her gaze, in her heart and soul; blood that had scarred Joan's body so badly that it'd left nothing but a giant "Z" on her back, a scar that was almost as prominent as the burn on her cheek, left there four years ago by the flames of Iyago himself. But she'd gotten this scar when she was Joan, not as Aphrodite, not as a duchess of demons. The chain rattled and she giggled, giving her friend a toothy smile as she suddenly turned toward the door from which the chain led, jumped up, grabbed the chain connected to her single shackle, and wrenched the chain backward. Sliding, sliding, sliding, the very floor beneath them vibrated with the banging of steel against tile, and soon there was a man lying below them, a man named Azrael Arosko, a man covered in blood, his own and the blood of several others'. His dragon wing had massive holes as his angel wing was torn in half; a large gash remained sliced across his face and through one eye; his whole body was shaking. He was alive. Barely. Just enough to choke on his own blood. Iyago blinked, then crouched down low to look at the man with wide eyes as he scratched his chin, amazed at the sight of that behemoth so injured. "Could this be? The man who'd avoided our nightmares for so long? ...The Heir of Fifteen Dimensions? My dear Aphrodite, how long have you kept this secret from me?" "I've had this sweet lil' puppy for a while, my dear friend," Aphrodite said, bending down to curl Azrael's platinum blond hair around her index finger. So innocently, yet so playfully. She hummed a melody for a short while before she continued, "But it wasn't I who did this to him." "Then who?" Aphrodite turned to him and, quickly, suddenly, smirked, winking at the other virus as she brought her index finger to her lips in a hushed fashion. "Father can answer that himself." Iyago's eyes narrowed. What an update on the situation. What a wonderful, horrible update. "Arkadimon is in DigiHell," he said. "You know that." Aphrodite leaned toward him, just inches from their noses touching, and she again giggled. "Young fool." Iyago raised an eyebrow and she grinned back, one of her fangs showing as she continued, "Arkadimon... is Hell." Thunder boomed outside the window and both viruses glanced toward it. beep beep beep "Hell, huh?" Iyago whispered, eyes half-lidded as he turned back toward Aphrodite. "He's certainly big enough." Aphrodite, rather than responding, rolled her eyes and tore herself away from Iyago. When jealousy flashed across his eyes, she could only grin and fluff up her hair as if Arkadimon was the greatest, smartest mon in the whole worlds. Iyago wouldn't doubt it, but he certainly wished that Aphrodite didn't believe it. Nonetheless, she continued, "Iyago, if you pay him enough, he'll walk barefoot into Hell. He won't hesitate because he'll always know a way out. And don't even get me started on Reapermon -- he is Death himself... practically." "Hm," Iyago responded, rather dully. He sighed and felt his heartbeat begin to beat slightly faster -- he wanted to change the subject. Arkadimon wasn't exactly Iyago's favorite topic of discussion, after all, the digimon was willing to throw Iyago away for failing to fully take over Aviv. But as it was, Arkadimon was now depending on Iyago to bring him back -- or was it Aphrodite that Arkadimon was depending on? Iyago had no idea she'd show up, especially carrying their darling brother with her. Tiredly, Iyago asked, "Have you heard the rumor of Reapermon?" "What is it?" "There is another Grim Reaper out there, not a digimon, but real Death, and once he offered the job to Reapermon. He said the digimon did a better job of death than the Grim did, but Reapermon's all for fun, you know, so the silly whackjob turned the Grim Reaper down!" Iyago, laughing softly to himself, began to play with the shackles wrapped around Azrael's wrist. "Can you imagine saying 'No' to Death?" Aphrodite did not answer. Instead, she turned to look at Zakai's limp body atop the hospital bed. His fingers twitched. Her eyes narrowed into slits. "Your taunts..." she whispered to Iyago. He looked toward her and she nodded at Zakai, causing the virus to turn from her and toward his brother. She continued, "They might not be so worthless after all, my dear Iyago." The two stood from Azrael, still alive, still living, who would still live and escape and thrive elsewhere, it was a truth that both viruses knew, and so they left him lying in his blood, because their attention was turned to the one less dangerous than he, the heir of fifteen dimensions. Zakai Arosko. Zakai Arosko. Beep. Beep. Beep. He was no longer asleep. But -- he was not awake, either. When Aphrodite turned her gaze to Iyago questioningly, the perfected creature only grinned at Zakai and took a step forward, putting his face as close to his brother's as possible, his hand cupping the bottom of Zakai's stiff chin. So he said, "It's begun, then." "What's begun?" Aphrodite asked. "Zakai's descent, the beginning of him becoming dust, just memory," Iyago said quietly, so quietly that his voice was almost nothing but a quiver. "And the beginning of their rising from the ashes; though they work together now, once they reach our reality, our... un-reality... their hells will split, and consume the worlds with their unshakeable power." Aphrodite watched Iyago with narrowed eyes, the light in them dimming for just a mere second, before she smiled. Smiled warmly and nodded. "So then it is," she said, "not only the beginning, but also... "The End." always a light always a light always a light in the dark He was panting. Breathing in deeply, sharply, unable to contain himself as he quickly reached forward and grabbed his mouth, eyes wide in shock. ...Blood. Blood. Real blood. Red and wet and covering his hands from the wound in his side, blood spat from his mouth. Blood? In his inner sanctum? But he was lord here. He could not bleed here. Yet these figures... these two, silhouetted figures, one a giant, the other the size of a mere man... had made the infamous Zakai Romeo Arosko bleed, broken and near-beaten in his very own realm, built from the remnants of his mind. He could not physically live, so therefore he could only dream while in his mind, while his body lied on a hospital bed, he was frozen in the darkness of his mind. Until... The dark night sky separates us The crushing waves are endless I will go and head for the brilliance I wander the seemingly dark future Love is the miracle I have found! The storm blows that we might realize our love These words were echoing, resounding, reverberating everything within him, everything, it was all falling apart. Zakai felt his inner sanctum begin to cave. "Aviv... Aviv... Aviv..." He held his side, eyes staring toward the black sky above him, a sky that did not and would not ever exist in his inner sanctum. But only if it could be blue. If only it could be cloudless. If only the sun could shine. Such a beautiful day it would be, if he could summon such imagery. Such a beautiful... lie. Aviv. Ho yeah! Semi-gentleman at your service, milady. Oi, bro, lookin' spiffy! Chin up, screw 'em. As long as I'm around "No!" Zakai looked up at the two silhouettes, who shifted in their dark abyss, their dark unknowing pedestals. From the man glowed red eyes, eyes that looked deep in Zakai's inner sanctum, prickling the hair on his arms and the back of his neck, made 'em rise. And the other figure -- that mammoth, powerful creature that had named Iyago the dark Demon King, had not a single defining feature in the darkness but the yellow blare of his own eyes, eyes not meant for piercing or prickling, but eyes meant to break, to tear, to rip the heart apart. as long as I'm around as long as I'm around Zakai as long as I'm around "Stoppit!" Zakai grabbed his temples and staggered backwards, blood pooling around him, yet he continued to move away from them, holding his head, holding onto his heart. "Get out of my head!" You'll never be alone. \\Ha ha ha// \\where's the light in the dark now Zakai huh where's the light?// \\I DON'T SEE// \\A LIGHT// \\ZAKAI // \\WHERE THE HELL IS THE LIGHT// \\- TELL - ME -// \\...WHERE IS IT?// Zakai, expression in a snarl, looked up at the two figures and growled, "Say pretty please and I'll show it to you, you mother f-- ugh!" He was thrown back by his own consciousness, his own thoughts, his own memories. I love you, Zakai. I love you, little brother. I love you, love you, love you, bro, my ickle-little Zakai-kins. Isn't that cute? Ickle little Zakai kins. You have a giiiirrllfrieeeend~! Don't try to get up Come on, little bro, can't say you didn't expect this. I mean... You never had a chance, you know? Haha. Never. So cute of you to try, though. "There is always a light in the dark..." What trash. You're still naive. "I REMEMBER." Zakai hissed and wrenched his hands away from his temples, only growling, only angry, like the beast uncaged, yes, the beast was tottering, the beast was ready, the beast was hungry hungry hungry once more it was going to rip and tear and feast. "I... remember what Iyago said." [Good.] Despite the ache of his side, a dull ache that he could barely feel yet he could feel and he did not even know that in your inner sanctum you could even feel and he did not know that in his inner sanctum even he, a man who could not feel physical pain, felt that bleeding wound all too well. It was a familiarity he was not too familiar with, but familiar enough with to know that this was not good. Move, and he would bleed. Stay, and he would die. Move, and he could fight. Stay, and he could live. The abyss was dark, Zakai. The abyss was very dark, Zakai. The abyss stares back at you, Zakai. [But you believe.] He-- He stood with a roar that was raw enough to hurt, rising to his feet and running toward the two silhouettes, hatchet and machete at the ready, everything around him winding, twisting, the ground beneath him shaking -- breaking -- shattering -- could it be? Was his inner sanctum... falling? Could it really be falling apart? THWACK Freak Loser Idiot "I said--" He leapt. "Get--" Feet touched the dark abyss first. "--The hell--" Next came his legs, his middle, his torso and arms and lastly, his head. In the darkness his eyes shined like ice and hope that was light his eyes were light "OUT!" The gentle green hue emanated from his chest, the Crest of Psyche, and he charged forward, blades slashing and tearing, hair flying around him as his feet moved quickly but his hands more quickly. Blades dug into flesh, into bleeding tendon that separated from body, red splashing into the darkness that was disappearing beneath the light, a darkness dissipating as he felt his world begin to fall apart. Fall, and fall, and fall. Yellow blood, which fizzed and smoked as it was shed, joined the red already on the whites and blacks of light and dark, as the snaps and cracks of bones breaking echoed and echoed and echoed. Then, something stopped him. Stopped him for just a mere second. And it was that... laugh. That deep, rough laugh, that filled every single corner of his mind with absolute fear. Though Zakai was no child, he knew that laugh, and it was that laugh which had always scared him, that laugh and one other. Shhhh A blade was being slid out of its scabbard, a blade which gleamed silver in the darkness, a blade which was strong and cutting. A blade which had taken many lives and many loved ones. "Guhguhguh..." Please, continue, Zakai... Continue cutting us cut -- cut -- cut ting --- to pieces... come on, Zak Zak Zaaaaakai What's stopping you? The inner sanctum may have been unraveling, but the bits holding Zakai together were pulled tense, pulling to the edge, pulled to the ledge, his strength nearly leaving him as his pupils shrunk and a shiver came, unbidden, to seize him by the spine. It was one thing to see them. Another thing to hear-- screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee --to hear that voice, those voices. More than one, a thousand of them strung together in a harmony of screams. How he had waited to silence those screams years ago -- he had, he had, he had-- His heart was pounding in his ears. No... His eyes narrowed. Something's not right here. Something's -- just -- not -- "Poor Zakai, poor Master of Pain. What a price to pay, what a great thing to repent, selling your soul to send us six feet under. What a great debt left, all for nothing -- what a great death to pay, in exchange for the ones you took before their time, and before by their rightful errand boy -- or in my case, errand girl." "What--?" Don't pay attention to him, Zakai. A shiver. A shiver had control and it wouldn't let go. Fatigue. Or maybe -- he had to get it together -- now. His eyes narrowed. They're not fighting me. He clutched his hatchet and machete tautly. We will in time. We just want to watch... There was a glow. From the vast volume of darkness above, thundering against an atmosphere that shifted hazily between lucid dreaming and nothingness. A light -- like that from a lantern on the verge of going out -- and it wasn't just hovering in thin air. The giant shifted. A giant so tall, so towering, the sky was his cloak. Every movement made the sky sway and ripple (bending reality as he knew it) -- he made it expand, he made it look small when he was standing above, far above, Zakai. And this giant opened his mouth, just slightly, and slowly sunk down -- gallons of blood, rivers of blood, raining and splashing all around them, the smell of it everywhere, suffocating, all around -- until he was almost at eye-level with the boy. The behemoth's hands sunk deep into the surrounding darkness, deep enough to forge canyons in the landscape of dreams with a simple twist of the wrist. Want to laugh... The lantern light flickered from deep within the giant's mouth. Not a lantern light. It was a light that glowed a gentle hue of blue that was familiar, like a color that had painted some corner of the past -- some piece of the past that was more nightmarish than anything in his actual nightmares. Yet it was real -- real enough. A blue that bled from a ghost. A ghost. Zakai knew none except the ones which existed inside the belly of the behemoth. There were many ghosts lurking -- waiting -- inside, souls that had been eaten, hundreds of them in his stomach. Zakai knew that. He knew that. ...Want to mock... Mock me? Zakai grit his teeth and raised his weapons, about to strike once more, when the two figures snickered and Zakai had to bite his tongue not to attack. It'd do nothing. The two weren't getting injured, not in the least. To top it off, it'd been a long time since he'd wielded Courage and (-strength-) Brutus, his trusty hatchet and machete. You see, Master of Pain... "I'm not the Master of Pain anymore!" The blue burned brightly, burned out as it withered -- no. It brightened once more -- and when the color faded for a few brief seconds as it was extinguished once more, Zakai caught a glimpse of the face that hid behind the blue. It was a wraith. The world you're living in -- keh, lived in -- has changed. The wraiths inside this creature were no ordinary ghosts. They were snake-like, and upon their faces were masks. White, porcelain masks, with markings embedded deep into their glass. They usually were colored blue. Usually. However, slithering from that beast's lips was something... red. The world you lived in is now no longer just reality or digital, no longer within the bounds of your small imagination, Mr. Arosko, but now the world you lived in is a LOT - A red wraith. Porcelain mask and all. And it was moving toward him. - MORE - Zakai staggered backwards, eyes wide, so, so wide, as the red wraith moved toward him. At one time it'd been more, it'd been bigger, it'd been laughing at him, mocking him, a small ten year old boy was trapped within a gargantuan creature's belly and from within he'd met a hundred ghosts. He'd never forgotten the red wraith. Never. He'd never forgotten as the glass cracked from its mouth, but did not shatter, and watching as its lips, still glass still porcelain, curled into a smirk. - DANGEROUS - The red wraith reached forward to grab Zakai's wrist just like it had eight years ago, and just like eight years ago it burned. He wrenched his wrist away, plunging his hatchet forward, right into the smirking face of that red phantom. He didn't realize it was with a scream until his throat closed on him. crk He looked up. Stared the creature in the eye. Its smirk wavered. crkcrk Its smirk... dulled. crkcrkcrk The porcelain mask shattered. Just... broke. The creature's eyes bulged before rolling up into the back of its head. The shards of porcelain turned to data. The ghost's red tail... faded. Faded into the surrounding darkness. That's right, Zakai thought, panting, eyes wide and stomach stirring with the realization that he'd just destroyed whatever it was eight years ago that'd broken his bones and aided Arkadimon in sending him to DigiHell. What's in the past... should stay there... -------------------- Chibi Aviv by Lethe Dogmon/Farceurmon (to Maeko): Look, guys, let�s go back to the topic of me being an idiotic jester, not some overreacting digimon like that Labramon... coughs Wanna hear a joke? [Later On...] Mikumon: Why don't you go say hi? Shikaru: And why don't you go stick your head in a blender? ...---... Avatar Credit of Joan goes to... Lethe Siggy Credit goes to... Lethe and their respective actors/actresses XD

Spiffy is Glory	Posted: Apr 29 2008, 10:49 PM
aviv is srs Group: Celestial One Posts: 7,740 Member No.: 1 Joined: 5-February 05	Zakai's teeth clenched and he looked up at the two, blowing a lock of hair that'd fallen across his face. His shoulders fell and rose with every ragged breath, gaze intensely staring deep into the depths of the darkness surrounding the two figures, who stood silent, who stood ready, who stood mocking. The wraith never was meant to kill Zakai. It was meant to upset him. The giant always was the more psychological one. But he hated them both equally. He hated-- What's in the past --hated... should stay there. ...this. "Arkadimon," Zakai said. "Reapermon." "Guhguhguh." The sword twirled midair, handle twisting between bug-infested fingers, spreading the putrid smell of decay and rotting meat. "Your favorite nightmare back in the flesh, delivery-boy." From the darkness breaking apart at their feet, it was no longer that white light that splayed across the darkness and banished shadows, but now it was flames; red hot flames that crackled and popped and rose above their heads in glorious blazes that reminded Zakai so much of the sun, Heaven's gift, the sun, the aether's jewel. Surprised by the flames, Zakai took a step back, eyes wide, side bleeding but he still stood strong and firm until he turned his gaze back to the other two gargantuan creatures, but it was too late, Zakai Arosko, IT IS TOO LATE SSSSSSSSSH Blood...? Could this be... ...Blood...? His blood. His blood. Blood splattered the hospital room, splashing against Iyago and Aphrodite, covering them in red from the diagonal cut across Zakai's chest. At first, the two jumped in surprise, then glanced to the other and back to Zakai. "Zakai..." Iyago whispered, eyes narrowing in the pale red sunlight. "Soon. Very soon." Aviv, I love you! I love you! Brother, I love you! I /// As long as I'm around (and I'll always be around Zakai I will ALWAYS be around) /// Please... help me... Aviv... Joan... Azrael... Kaira and Cae and Luna and Naosu, Mom, Dad! Help me! /// Run, Zakai! Let go of me! /// Let go...? /// RUN! /// Let go. Let go. Let go. LET GO. /// PLEASE, ZAKAI, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, RUN! /// Not now. No, not ever. How could he? Never run. Never hide. \\ bleeding, bleeding, fragile, newborn, so weak so weak so weak, // \\ he picks up his hatchet and machete and red is everywhere get it? EVERYWHERE // \\ At first he doesn't understand this is his blood HIS blood, but he gets it eventually and shaking, shaking, shaking, he picks up those instruments of war those instruments of EVERYTHING HE IS and CHARGES, SCREAMING, the beast unleashed but ultimately his HUMANITY unleashed because he is EVERYTHING he is a MAN he is a BEAST he is a BROTHER he is a LOVER he is DAMN FREAKING ZAKAI ROMEO AROSKO AND HE WOULD NOT GO DOWN WITHOUT A FREAKING FIGHT. // Sksh Have you ever been impaled? Felt metal through bone CRRRRRRRRRRKPOP and that bone just BREAK like freakin CHINA, baby, CHINA, just like that. And the blade slides in. Without a chest bone, the blade just... sinks. And sinks. And sinks. He is lifted off his feet. He is high now, very high, and blood covers him yet he could not care less oh no babe he just doesn't care anymore, because right now he is alive and in a minute he will be dead... but... right now... RIGHT NOW HE IS ALIVE The flames are at their feet, curling and coiling around Reapermon's hooded face, around his torn coat, his hands, his blade, and in the background, Zakai can see Arkadimon staring at him in the ember-colored light. Staring, staring, intensely, yet his expression shows nothing, absolutely nothing, for he feels nothing, and he understands NOTHING but suffering and pain and sorrow and Zakai would NOT give him the benefit of feeling Zakai's suffering and his pain and his sorrow, no indeed, Arkadimon would only know Zakai's STRENGTH and the sharp edge of his BLADES. Zakai.... Zah kah eeeee.... Blood was spilling all around him, from his wounds, from his mouth, from the gashes on his head and in his side. From the massive sword lanced through his chest. This is your last chance, Zakai Arosko. Let us help you. Let us heeeeelp you, Zakai. And you will live. beep beep beep You will live. If we Dark Ones save you... You will live to break the chains which now bind your brother. You will know Kaira beyond the pale of a dream. Death will have no place between you. You will be the hero of Cae. An angel not of death, but of flesh. You will gain power, for the greatest power -- to stop -- THEM -- again -- to burn -- and burn -- cities. To unite the Demon Lords as a force to be reckoned with -- a force stronger and wiser, as never seen since those halcyon days of the Xia Organization. But if you do not let we Dark Ones save you, then you will not live. You will beep beep beep die alone And instead of the sound of machines, or of silence... There was a soft sound that could only be music. Trickling little notes that reached him when nothing else could. Music... Hair the color of a scorched sunset. Eyes, as dark and empty as the billions of miles of the wide space above. A woman. A woman clothed by that space, with its dazzling stars and moons and comets. A woman who held a single world, almost as big as her head, in her hand. No... Zakai's body was beginning to become numb. No deal. His whole body... shaking. And I'm not sorry! Zakai Arosko... Do you not remember? We took you in. We cared for you. We loved you as if you were our son. The music was fading, but the warmth behind it was like a gentle stroke of a hand against his cheek. Everything inside him bled, but... He wasn't alone. ...Maverick, you should be dead. Should have been dead long ago, when you fell into the Egarim Pit, and then again when all your bones were broken by Arkadimon's wraiths, then again when arrows hit you in DigiHell, and so on and so forth... but you are still alive, still breathing -- that heart in your chest still beats. Death hasn't taken you. Don't you see? Not even God wants you. He has never wanted you. But we do. We will always want you. We wanted you more than we wanted my son. Instead of my son to carry us, it was you, and it was as it was intended. We wanted you. Oh, so kind of you, Zakai thought sarcastically, one of his hands raising to grab the blade from which he was perched. His teeth were gritting and he was using every ounce of strength he had to remain breathing; remain alive; remain listening to his own heartbeat. His fists clenched. Sunburned orange. Long and shining by starlight. I gave up my son for you. Eyes once so kind. Eyes now filled with bittersweet hatred. He's worthless now. No... Zakai's eyes -- Westley is NOT worthless -- gleamed YOU are worthless! There was a boy at the Celestial Castle once, a boy about the same age as Zakai, a boy so sad who covered it with a grin and a laugh; a boy who covered it with sarcasm and eyes half-lidded. Westley was willing to take your damn plague... ...Plaaague? Hold your tongue, boy. You're speaking to the creator of the Dream Realm. Hah! You? Create?! Tch! You didn't create anything! You just added your own touches to a sphere already created by someTHING or someONE else! You take credit for it but it was already there! Don't speak for forces you can not even COMPREHEND, and YES, I DO dare say something like that because it's TRUE -- you guys ARE NOT HOT SHIT. In truth these lands are only a few centuries younger than yourselves! Zakai held that blade in his chest, held it tightly. Held onto everything he knew, because if he continued speaking, the Dark Ones would wipe it all clean. Make him forget everything he'd learned about them -- learned from Orthanos and Bernie, learned from ancient studies and from even a few other Dark Ones who would talk to him in his sleep. Zakai needed to be quick. He could already feel his body collapsing, yet he continued to struggle, because he knew... he knew... Never give up, Zakai! There is always a light! ...That he could not let it end like this! He had made promises -- he had so much to live for -- they could break him, he -- --wanted them to break him, to prove that no matter how broken one man can be, he can still rise. He can still rise. It could NEVER end like this. You might've created the plains and the clouds, but you didn't create our hearts and the emotions we carry with them, that was our OWN doing. WE formed these legs to walk with, and watch me walk, Dark Ones, watch me WALK. In truth, the only thing good you've ever truly created in your whole long-ass life was... Blood spattered from his mouth, but he continued to grip that blade and felt as water from his hydrosphere and vines from his biosphere explode around him, latching onto the blade, the flames, Reapermon and Arkadimon. ...WESTLEY! I said hold your tongue! Remember -- WE hold the key to you seeing your sweetheart mine again, Cae! To seeing Kaira beneath the sun -- To saving your brother, and to meeting your dearly beloved son. More blood. More visions of a woman with wild scorched-sunset hair, a woman whose skin was not flesh but made of the darkness, the shadows, a woman who at one time must have been beautiful. Westley's mother. Gross. Listen to me, Dark Ones. Zakai bowed his head, his arms beginning to go numb, pain wracking his body yet he could not grimace yet he could not smile. Could not do anything but bear it and try not to show the anguish, try not to scream. And listen well. Don't let them see your fear, Zakai. Aviv... Aviv taught me about promises. Some are kept, some are broken, and the ones I knew were the ones he made. And my promises -- my promises are my own. My promise to live is my promise to never break. Even if I am broken, my promise will never be. Don't let them see your pain, Zakai. I don't need you. DON'T give them the satisfaction they desire. The only one who needed you was Westley, and he's the one you discard. What would any of you know, about meeting your son? About love? About family? About--death? You're immortal, aren't you? No wonder you're so bitter. You can't enjoy the things around you because you realize you don't have a limited time. You just think, "I can admire that another time". Well, time's up. YOUR TIME IS UP, Dark Ones. I don't need you. I don't WANT you. You can go WITH THEM. Think about what you're saying! There will be NOTHING stopping the Wielders from drop-kicking your asses back to WHERE YOU BELONG. The scorched sunset colored hair faded. The stars and the moons and the comets; the suns and planets and black holes; all of it... gone. A weight had been lifted from Zakai's chest and he could breathe again. He just -- took a deep breath, feeling the air enter and leave his lungs, enter and leave, enter and leave. The feeling... It was enough to make him cry and smile, but he bit back the tears and continued to hold that sword in his grasp. And now for the other demons. crklpop The flame burns and its smoke ascends. Zakai is still hanging by Reapermon's sword. And though the two giants are staring, waiting for his reaction, it feels as if no time has passed since the sword first lanced through him. The darkness grows and the light peels away, and Zakai can feel a breeze. Cool and gentle, baby, cool and gentle. "Hahaha..." the sound is small, quiet at first, something released out from the corner of Zakai's lips. But then, the sound gets louder, gets bigger, gets rougher. "Hahahaha." The flame is cackling. Cackling. Like an old madman, yes an old madman exactly that is like the fire, a fire with nothing to burn yet it is burning anyway, a fire that breathes without air it is flame without AIR, but it still BURNS. "Even the fire is laughing," Zakai whispers. "Hahahaha." Reapermon's eyes fall half-lidded, though he does not respond, though his blade remains lifting Zakai up in the air by his chest, remains holding him in place, though the blade remains remains remains and Reapermon and Zakai are but three feet apart. "It is laughing at you..." Zakai's eyes glint against the dark flames, glistening in the darkness, burning at those shadows until there is nothing left to burn. "The fire laughs at you because you think you've conquered fate. Twits... You need my blood to go back to real life. The nightmares enabled that, didn't they? All you need now is to kill me... that's why..." He coughed, blood covering one of his hands as he clenched his teeth, gaze bitter. "That's why you need to kill me. But fate isn't so easily conquered. I know from experience." The two overlords say nothing but the grins on their faces -- even Arkadimon, whose smile is skeletal at best, lips cracked and cracking more with every curl his lips give, smirks and gives Zakai's mind a chuckle that reverberates with the voices of a million others. So many voices combined into a single strand, the voices of his past victims, whose souls thrive within him... thrive... thrive... thrive. "That is why..." the light flickers across his face, flecking his bright eyes with its dark smoke, darkening them, yet, from seeing those flames burning so brightly and so strongly, it brings to Zakai only a smile. "...That is why even the flame laughs at you." drpdrpdrp His blood hits the darkness and sounds like rain, sounds like rain, sounds like He drops his machete "You call me pathetic!" Tears fill Zakai's eyes now but he wasn't going to stop, no, not now, NOT NOW, he wouldn't stop, because he wasn't ready to stop yet. "But..." He drops his hatchet. "But that's not true!" Tears fall. "What IS true is that YOU two are the pathetic ones!" "Us... pathetic... Guh!" "These things you call 'reasons' for destroying lives are not really reasons! They're just -- just excuses -- because--" "Stupid child." "The truth is that all you two ever wanted was for someone to be there for you but they never were! And you got mad, you got frustrated, you got sad!" Reapermon rolls his eyes. Arkadimon's tendons shudder with excitement and amusement, and the mammoth moves forward, tendons moving around him in a single massive wave as he places his hands against the ground and inside Zakai's mind he chuckles and laughs, but Zakai does not listen, even as Arkadimon's face, so mammoth so frightening so bright, is but inches from him. "And... you got sick." Zakai laughed. "Look what you've done to me, but... Aviv's not dead. And he will NEVER be dead by your hands. And you know what's even better? Luna's not dead! Kaira's not dead! NONE of the others are dead yet! And I can guarantee you that not a single one of them will go down without a fight! You know why?" "Blind luck?" Reapermon hisses between grinning lips. "No," Zakai hisses back, throwing his head back in hearty laughter, as if they were both joking, as if this whole thing is one big joke. "Twit. Hahaha. It's because they have each other. They have friends, or they at least try to have friends, and they have not given up their hopes and dreams. They haven't given up anything." "Big words for someone with a sword through his chest." "Then kill me," Zakai hisses, leaning forward so that he is but inches from Arkadimon and Reapermon. Pulling the sword deeper and deeper, Zakai hisses, hisses, hisses and slides that fricker through his chest until he can talk to them eye-to-eye because he would NOT be looked down on and he would NOT be lifted into the air by a bag of bones. This is IT, this is his FINAL fight. "I've just got one last question." crcklepop says the fire. Arkadimon and Reapermon wait. Interested, very interested in this strange boy, they wait. His grin widens. "Are you..." he holds the blade inside his chest and chuckles. crklpop. "...Are you my daddy?" THACK The sword no longer is in flesh, but wrenched out, handle plowing into Reapermon's chest and sending him into Arkadimon's claw. A foot collides with his chin and causes him to go sides, eyes wide. "Wha?!" "BANO --- FREAKING --- NOBAAAAA!" Reapermon goes flying back, sword and all, as a foot launches into Arkadimon's face and sends the giant stepping backward in more surprise than anything. Zakai picks up those two triumphant creatures he wields so well, that great and mythical hatchet and machete so trusty and true, and throws the hatchet like a boomerang straight into Reapermon's chest as the machete launches itself into where Arkadimon once had a heart. Crying and bleeding and laughing, hair flying around him as wild and as untamed as the flames surrounding him, Zakai bellows his war cry one final time as he pants and wrenches out the machete, wrenches out the hatchet, and plunges them both into his chest, right at the center, into the middle of the Crest of Psyche so clearly glowing its light green there. From the wound shines one HELL of a light, and Reapermon and Arkadimon hiss as they begin to stand. Dumbass, now! "Don't call me a dumbass, you freaky gutbag!" Screaming, that light Shot out of his chest Created a beam of light it became a light a pillar a lighthouse I WILL NEVER STOP, NEVER, AND MY STORY HAS NOT ENDED, AVIV I BELIEVE IN YOU AND NOW IT'S MY CHANCE... My chance so that YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE NEVER STOP NEVER STOP HOPING NEVER STOP DREAMING DON'T DREAM IT'S OVER Arkadimon shot his tendons into the darkness below him, scrambling the blazing and glowing reds and oranges of the fire. The light had once again been consumed by darkness and flame, yet, from Zakai, the light continued to burst forth so brightly. It was as if all the light had fused with him and only him. Because he wouldn't go down without a good reason. And this would make up for everything. Beep. Beep. Beep. The ground shook and shuddered and tore even more, throwing pieces of shadow everywhere and scattering it into the growing, ferocious flames of oblivion. From that ground Arkadimon tore a coffin. Mahogany. Hand-carved. Had a golden seal. Aviv... Joan... Azrael... Luna... Cae... Naosu... Miyaka... Lori... Kaira... He could feel the light ripping him apart inside, bursting through him toward the sky above; but there was something else in that sky. Please know... you and the others, even Deidre... please know that you are my precious ones... My friends... The light had gone past his inner sanctum and through his physical body. I love you. It tore apart flesh, but in its wake, it left light. And not even death will separate me from you. I will fight to protect you, even after this. It left a map to a place with a blue sky. A place with a breeze and a sun glowing golden shine; a place with an ocean clapping against rocky shores. You will NEVER fight alone. You will NEVER be alone Paradise is waiting. Before Reapermon and Arkadimon could continue, they looked toward the Arosko, startled as they saw him staring at them. He said something so quiet and so inaudible that neither Reapermon nor even Arkadimon understood his whisper, but seeing him, they didn't need to understand his words. He was... Smiling warmly, his tears spilling down his cheeks, and his hands were outstretched. I understand now. It was clear what he was trying to tell Arkadimon and Reapermon, hands outstretched, so sad, yet so happy. Take my hand. I'll be there. For those who are alone should never stay alone Reapermon... rolled his eyes. However, Arkadimon's tendons shuddered in amusement and intrigue. The flames flickered and gleamed, and Reapermon looked toward Arkadimon, who would not (could not?) move toward the boy. Everything stilled. Silence, all but for those popping flames, filled that dimly-lit space. Then the two overlords looked at each other, then back to Zakai, and laughed. But I also know that just because I understand, doesn't mean others would. Knowing their answer, his smile saddened, but he did not fear his fate nor what was to come -- for not even sadness would hold him back. Quite to the contrary, he was ready. Because he knew this wasn't the end. The Wielders were strong. Stronger than anyone could even begin to comprehend. And they WOULD reach the light in the end. ...Goodbye... Then, with a hesitation unlike Arkadimon nor Reapermon, Arkadimon hissed through clenched teeth, threw his head and his whole body backwards, and, with his bleeding tendons, threw that coffin right toward the black sky. The coffin twisted and turned, twisted and turned, until, as if alive, it faced Zakai and raced forward. Without hesitation, that coffin opened its doors, clamped shut, and swallowed him whole. Arkadimon had put Zakai in a coffin. The burst of light faded. Arkadimon tossed that same coffin up in the air it had a darkness so deep like the darkness of your coffin And as the coffin descended, Reapermon sliced his sword, and, just like that, the coffin split in half beep beep beep beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee That was it. There was no silence, no moment of peace; just the drone of the machines going on and on. Iyago's gaze may have been pinpointed on the blankets draping the boy below him, but it was the soft patter of the rain dashing across the windows -- no, the deafening cry of the machines which confirmed to him the world would never be the same again, if it had ever been. The weight of the storm pressed on him. That little runt... His grip on the bed railing grew slack. Then, after a deep intake of breath, both hands dropped to his sides. It was difficult to understand what, exactly, he had let go of besides the railing -- a splinter of a memory? An emotion he knew wasn't his? ...Aviv. The dull light in his scarlet eyes glinted with a sharper, refined edge, and -- as lightning shredded the room by shapes and shades -- brightened. It wasn't a reflection, but something from behind his gaze. Something which danced shamelessly. Came to burn like flame. A sound slowly escaped his throat, low, deep, but unmistakable. A laugh. Aphrodite did nothing but turn and cut the power. The machine drone had been replaced by human noise, and she turned, again, to stare at him, rather than at the boy in the bed. Watched as a flash of light flooded the room. Shadows spiraled across the walls and floor, stretching and slouching like a lazy web across his face. He lifted his chin, the corner of his mouth carving deep into his fearless expression as another shuddering laugh was drowned in a clap of thunder. That same chuckle came low and deep like a murmur as he kneeled beside Azrael, moving bits of hair so the last remaining Arosko could hear his laughter all the more richly. "Iyago." He lifted his chin and smiled thickly at Aphrodite, who was still -- staring -- at him. Aphrodite's palm suddenly snatched forward and rested against his cheek. Like she was someone else, someone who cared, someone who-- She'd pressed her palm against his cheek because there was something warm trickling there, hot like blood, something he'd never known was there until she felt it and made it real, made it stray and curl right into his wide beaming smile so he could taste salt. Salt--? He jerked back, eyes widening, the laugh dying in his throat with such finality it made her step back twice as quickly. She then gripped the bed railing, herself, and growled, "What was that?" "Nothing." He rubbed his face with his sleeve, the color slightly draining from his face as he looked toward the bed and almost expected to see the green glow of a crest, to catch it in the corner of his eye; but there was only stillness, and more heat that came unwillingly to the corners of his eyes as he lifted his chin and stared holes into the ceiling -- the sky -- above. He wondered if Aphrodite had just heard a whisper, as he had. A whisper he couldn't understand, but had somehow taken hold of him for one mere second. A mere second was long enough to know something--something was wrong. Something was very wrong. But something only he could know about. Screeeeeeeeee He rubbed his hand on his sleeve and turned abruptly as Azrael made a small sound below. It was like he was trying to breathe -- gulping air, air which clawed its way out of his lungs. Without having to lift himself and see with his own eyes, Azrael knew, and Iyago didn't feel like laughing anymore, not at all. "Zakai..." Azrael couldn't breathe. His massive wings were sprawled along the ground, but at that moment, they could've never even belonged to him -- he felt as if he'd never fly high in the sky ever again. Aphrodite looked from Azrael to Iyago, her gaze shrewd. Iyago's jaw locked on him, unable to explain what it was that was happening because he himself did not know, and he felt his self-restraint slowly slip as he snapped his gaze to the window. Aphrodite turned to stare coldly at the storm outside. "This is it," she said, gaze lingering, the porcelain expression slowly sliding away like a mask. "The point of no return." Iyago realized it wasn't the storm that caught her attention. She was staring outside the window; moving toward the window; pressing one palm lightly against that very window as she realized the stormlight that had flooded the room was not from lightning. "...The beginning," she said with a smile, "of the end." They were back. Arkadimon and Reapermon. They'd risen. And... they had taken Zakai's life in the process. However, that was not the only thing which changed that night, for that light bursting from Zakai's chest shot toward the red aether above, shining its great light, a lighthouse, and for everyone who saw it they saw their final hopes and dreams realized. The light was a map to a world of light, a world of dreams, where darkness and nightmares could not wander, could not touch. A world with a lighthouse perched on its greatest cliffside, with a rushing blue ocean clashing against its rocky edges. A paradise. Zakai was dead. From his ashes rose Arkadimon and Reapermon. And though Zakai's light soon faded after it'd appeared, like a candle, soon, very soon, it would be lit again. For just as darkness and nightmares never leave us, neither do light and dreams. DIGIMON DIGITAL SLAYERS: CHRONIC WIELDERS SEASON THREE Live. Breathe. Hope. Dream. Do not let Fear consume you. THE BECOMING -------------------- Chibi Aviv by Lethe Dogmon/Farceurmon (to Maeko): Look, guys, let�s go back to the topic of me being an idiotic jester, not some overreacting digimon like that Labramon... coughs Wanna hear a joke? [Later On...] Mikumon: Why don't you go say hi? Shikaru: And why don't you go stick your head in a blender? ...---... Avatar Credit of Joan goes to... Lethe Siggy Credit goes to... Lethe and their respective actors/actresses XD

Spiffy is Glory	Posted: Apr 29 2008, 10:50 PM
aviv is srs Group: Celestial One Posts: 7,740 Member No.: 1 Joined: 5-February 05	Brother. He wanted his brother. He wanted... everything back. As long as... I'm around... ...You'll never ...Be alone. Be alone, Iyago. Iyago. Iyaaaaaaa goooooo Iyaaaago... freeee me... No. No. No. I want... OUT... I want... to taste the AIR. You'll never taste the air again, Aviv, never. I said LET ME OUT. Blood everywhere. Splashing the ground, the trees, the shadows surrounding the two struggling creatures, one invisible to the eye, the other... the other so real, and taking damage, though who gave him this damage was unseen. A few feet away from them laid a cupcake which had fallen on its side, a single candle being burned at its center. It sat before a behemoth, its flame flickering, flickering, until the phantom breathed in, breathed out, and like a great gust of wind, from the behemoth's breath, the candle's flame, once so bright and burning, fizzled out. Nothing. Now it was nothing but wick and wax. In the near distance, the giant grinned, grinned big, amused by the inner-struggle, amused that the boy wasn't long-gone, for though Iyago must have eaten most of his soul by now there had to be some left. Otherwise, how could such a conflict take place? So amusing. You killed my brother... YOU KILLED HIM.... His blood is on your hands... the hands of Arkadimon and Reapermon... MY hands... I will have vengeance. I WILL repay you for the errand. St--stop. Stooop. Iyaaaaago let me out and I'll make the pain stop. Make it all stop. Let... me out.... LET ME OUT. Never. Never! THEN I WILL FORCE MY WAY OUT. The parasite screamed and grabbed his chest. Blood spewed. Seem familiar? Stop! Stop! DOES IT SEEM FAMILIAR? Please, stop! The pain... Why? You didn't stop for me, did you? Ha... hahaha... You didn't stop anything for me... A slice across the throat, a figure struggling for control, hands clamping down on his temples. Wincing, the Demon King cried out, a fallen legend yet a new myth; a man of intrigue and wonder and death; he was falling. He was falling because of a simple human. "How are you still here!" Cries. "I ate you! I ATE YOUR SOUL. I am king of this domain now!" Hahahaha... Give it back to me... Iyaaago... Give me back my body. "Gyh!" He fell to his knees, vomiting blood, holding the wound in his stomach. Red drenched his clothes and the earth below -- the pure white frosting on the cup cake. "Stop. You'll kill the both of us, Aviv!" Everything seemed to have stopped; the air went stale. The disembodied voice grew curious. Do you fear death, Iyago? "I fear... nothing." Then die. "Ugh!" Again, Iyago gripped his stomach. While the voice grew more and more curious, Iyago grew more and more angry, more and more frustrated, more and more... nervous. The voice snapped. Damn, you've killed me enough times, ha! Maybe it's time I returned the favor! Right? Right? How would you like that, Iyago, hm? How would you like that, buddy? "S--stop... just... stop..." THEN RETURN HIM. Return who? YOU KNOW WHO. My brother... I want... MY BROTHER. "Ugh!" More blood. A slash through his belly. Another flash of light. Another flash of darkness. Iyago grew quiet as he fell to the ground, wheezing, gasping for air, reaching for a break he knew would never come unless something was done and fast. There was a deep clicking sound within Iyago, like a voice, a -- laugh. Iyago... so, so foolish. You've fallen asleep. Iyago's eyes widened, panting, unable to believe what he heard deep inside the inner sanctum. Impossible. Though you are a virus, you are also HUMAN, a hybrid, and because of your humanity... "Gyh..." What was wrong with him? What was Aviv doing to him?! Holding his stomach. Thoughts stirring. Because you're also human, your nightmares are just as valid as mine. "No..." His sight blurred. Everything... so... dark... That giant's figure in the distance, so hazy, yet so clear. Those menacing golden eyes, gold as a hawk's, sharp as a hawk's, dangerous as a hawk's, flashed. The giant took a step forward. And he could feel it. Every step. Every thought. The giant... Arkadimon... He had many great plans. Did he intend to help Iyago, or was it that this battle would be fought alone? So welcome to your worst nightmare, BITCH! CRACK! SPLSH I... His chest tore open. Blood spattered. WILL His arms were tied together, blood spewing from his arms, red... red everywhere! HAVE From his belly up a slash was made, slicing deep, slicing inhumanly -- soulless -- merciless. MY BROTHER. "ARKADIMON!" He was gasping, unable to believe the host's powers, unable to believe that such a frail human could do this much damage to him. "Arkadimon, help me!" This was not Aviv... this was not like Aviv... It was as if his kindness had faded with that candle, gone, absolutely... faded. Aviv was no longer Aviv. But who could he be? Not Iyago, because Iyago was the one in control, he was in control dammit, so who was this voice inside him? Who was this demon?! Haha... who am I? "Ugggh..." *I am Aviv Arosko, a true Demon King, unlike you, Iyago. I am what you made* me. You fear me, you hate me, and so... I exist.** splshplsh Soulless... could Aviv be alive... but soulless? Could he truly be...? And I want it back. All of it. My flesh... My legs to stretch... My lungs to breathe... My hands to touch and run through Terra's hair... My heart to hear... ...And to take back the lives you've stolen from me. No... no, it wouldn't happen, not now, not soon, not... not ever. Not. and he stood Ever. on shaky legs "I refuse..." Iyago was panting. He screamed as a slash sliced into his eye, and with bloodied hand the parasite reached forward and held his face in his hands. "I refuse to be intimidated by someone as pathetic as you, Aviv!" I was not born for your bloodshed. These hands were not made for red. This heart did not beat to bleed, and these eyes not meant to witness your rage! "Gyh!" Iyago could taste copper in his mouth; smell the rank blood as it spat out of his mouth and onto the ground. What the hell was Aviv doing to his body? He could feel it. Could feel as, slowly, it all drained from his body -- the flush of his cheeks, the strength of his muscles, the glint of his red eyes. All... dull. And my brother-- ...Enough... My brother -- did not break his chains just to die two years later. To have the last thing he sees in his life -- be your eyes. I will have him back. You will GIVE HIM TO ME. Weakness in his body -- and in that voice that wasn't his. A different sort of weakness that was more sickening than anything that left scars on the body. "Kek..." Somehow, somehow, he felt the strength to lift his head again--to feel at least one spark of life scratch its claw down his back with a phantom grin. A fact had come to him, bewildering as it was--"The kid said he couldn't feel anything! He had that freakin' nerve disorder, right?! He couldn't feel it! He let the freak gene fly! So let it go. Let it go..." And wasn't that exactly the right thing to tell someone who wasn't supposed to even exist in the first place? To give them a reason to rest easy for eternity? Iyago wouldn't know, but he knew at least enough to figure this was for the good of the nightmare ghost to hear, maybe even exactly what he wanted. Silence. A long silence. "He said... can't feel anything!" Another clot of blood was spat to the ground. "You're supposed to remember that." I remember. Iyago's eyes widened, blood caking one half of his face and the eye that had been slashed -- but he had barely two seconds to comprehend anything before it felt as if a fist had been driven into his gut, into his gut, though no blood spilled, just pain, pain enough to send him reeling several steps back, only it didn't stop there, it WOULDN'T stop until he was driven to his knees-- *I remember.* Something about how quiet that voice was -- how choked and angry and hurt it sounded -- was somehow even more terrifying than when he was shouting. Blood pooling -- arms shaking -- he felt that same cosmic force meet his face. Nothing like a traditional backhanded slap, nothing like a righteous punch in the kisser: but an outright bug-meets-windshield moment. He went flying backward, everything inside him going numb from the reverberation that had slid down his spine like a scale, from outright jarring pain--and he was flying, flying, flying, because if he would not buckle, he would fly and fall and break apart like-- like-- I remember! And-- He hit the ground hard, skidding, skidding, skidding FEEL stopping bleeding almost breathing stopping stopping THIS! He stayed there. The air stilled and silence filled them, a silence that echoed even in the dark and dreary and red depths of his inner sanctum. Then, and only then, did Arkadimon speak. Tell me, Aviv... Iyago could feel it begin to all melt away -- the pain, the sorrow, the worry. The concerns of everyday life were all being washed away by a simple mind game Arkadimon effortlessly began pulling the strings of. Such power... should not exist. The disembodied voice bit back his laugh. Is that Arkadimon I hear? What a surprise. What a nice, wonderful surprise. Another laugh. Deep. Dark. Warning. Do you want your brother alive this badly? Haha. I'll kill you. Hahaha. He offered you friendship and... You spit on his grave. You... you killed him, Arkadimon. Just... killed him, you and Reapermon. Hahahaha. We took you in, Drone, the Arosko siblings... Iyago could see it: a boy crying, shoulders quivering as his palms hid those tears noticably falling down his cheeks. WE GAVE YOU A HOME. We... The boy, eyes so ghostly pale but so hauntingly beautiful, looked up, and saw with human eyes the world and all itself, for its realities and its lies, some just as beautiful as those eyes, and others ugly. That boy -- could it truly be Aviv? WE LOVED YOU... loved you as if you were ONE OF US, as if you were NORMAL, as if you BELONGED because at the time we KNEW you did, because you'd become ONE of us, our... Family. And beside that boy manifested three others -- one girl and two boys. YOU GAVE UP. You gave up because of a petty moment of jealousy. Come on, Drone, seriously?! How could Ryuudamon EVER replace you in my heart! How could he! He was a brother to me, as well, but you... were my first real friend. I could never forget you. Iyago watched as the four children all cried. Below them, a coffin lowered. Lowering, lowering, lowering, into the deep dark depths beneath the earth, a grave so empty, so unknowing and dark, so lonely. When Ryuudamon became my partner, it sucked, because I actually felt guilty about letting him be around me, because I had you once, I HAD YOU, and you were my best friend along with Zakai and Azrael and Joan. In that coffin was Drone. And Drone, as he had been before the Aroskos, You were my brother, Arkadimon. You were my BROTHER. You were Zakai's brother, too. was once more alone. But a hand was offered in that darkness, the hand of a boy with wild hair and the gaze of someone only defined as a feral child raised by wolves -- or, in this case, Egarim digimon. The hand of Zakai Arosko. Beside Zakai's hand was then Aviv's, and while Zakai was nervous, Aviv smiled warmly, and with his confidence Zakai was able to smile, as well. The brothers held each other's hands and reached deep into the darkness for Drone, even as Drone began to fade into Arkadimon. And you just... just ripped him apart... And just like that, Zakai's hand faded... And Aviv's wrenched back. And Aviv's smile was no longer confident anymore. Answer, Aviv. Do you want Zakai alive? Of course. KCH Of course he did. "AGH!" Iyago spat out out blood and inhaled deep, like a newborn's first breath of life. He bent over and held his gut, crying out, looking toward Arkadimon. "I... can't feel my arms anymore... I can't feel anything... Arkadimooon... I can't feel..." Aviv laughed. Laughed. Oi, Arkadimon, organbag... who the hell do you think you're talking to? You know my answer. You have always known my answer. Iyago, still grimacing and clutching his temples and screaming, raised a hand to the sky. He could hear a screech, like nails against the chalkboard, that riveting screeeeeeeeeeeeeeech But that wasn't Arkadimon, no, that was no Arkadimon, that was a mockery of Arkadimon's claws -- that was "STOPPIT, OTHELLO." KCH "Augh..." Othello? Hahaha... Hahaha! So you think I'm your Othello, Iyago? Is that it? Then I'll be your Othello. Let's play it out. Come on, let's give Iyago his fate. Even though I die at least you will, too! "GRAH!" Iyago was trembling, trembling, trembling, and in Iyago's mind he could hear Arkadimon's deep, rugged chuckle. They were playing with each other. And Iyago was nothing but a pawn in their eternal game of chess. Who would be the first to check? Keh. Very well, Aviv. Then I shall give Zakai back to you. Both Iyago and Aviv looked up at Arkadimon, seeing him not through eyes of gladness but through eyes of shock. Finally, the phantom of death who sought to bring his own arcadia would begin -- finally, after so much time, it would start, that true war. Aviv, breathing deep within the inner sanctum, laughed one final time. It can't be -- you wouldn't give Zakai back, how could you? Arkadimon did not answer. But Aviv could see it in the monster's eyes, that look of true passion and desire; the lust for blood and all the spoils it brings. Spoils that were, to Arkadimon, havoc and wrath, true pandemonium in every sense of the word. Arkadimon wanted hell in this Un-Reality. And all Aviv could do was remember way back -- back when Terra had pierced him deep within his heart in order to stop Iyago. He should've died then, but... he heard a voice and saw a light, and spoke to Arkadimon. He followed Arkadimon's voice and awoke to the rain washing blood off his face, washing away pain and fear, and, as Aviv rose from the life he'd lost, he felt the old him wash away with that rain and blood, and a new him being born. If it weren't for Arkadimon, Aviv would've still been dead. So it was true. Arkadimon... had the power to bring back the dead. A power only the Mask of Aeacus and Death himself should have been able to grant. It was a realization that would have brought Aviv to his knees, if Iyago hadn't taken control of his body. Iyago, the bargaining chip, the hostage... Apparently wasn't all the giant wanted. You will have him back, but it is not completely without without -- without a price, Aviv A price, Aviv. You know that, don't you. It's me. The voice was cold. I know your style, Arkadimon. I know your style better than I know my own, and I know my own style pretty damn well. Would you silence yourself? Would you never know what it is to laugh with your brother again, if it meant he was able to laugh at all? Would you have no new beginning -- if your end your end -- your sweet, suffocating end -- was in my hands? A pause. A long pause. Then... My end? In your hands...? It'll never happen, even if we make a deal. No matter how much you try, how hard you try, Arkadimon, we will always prevail. My friends and loved ones will save me -- and Zakai. So it's a deal. Put my life in your hands. And I believe it'll all turn out right in the end. Behind the giant, the clouds stirred, the sun gleamed its darkness, and from that churning shadow, a portal -- purple, green, orange, black, red, teal -- manifested. Arkadimon lifted one of his gargantuan hands, almost the size of the sun in the sky, and clenched his fingers. At the center of that vortex was a silhouette of a man with eyes that gleamed blue. Arosko blue... And he had long, illustrious hair. Two weapons crossing his chest. Skulls and armor and raggedy leather adorning him. Strange that it was only these eyes that shined through his silhouette, while the rest of him was veiled by the lurking shadows of his realm. At his sides were two women, one with long wild and untamed hair, power hers and only hers, and the other -- the other so familiar. So, so familiar. But who? And the man... the man with a snake-like creature perched upon his shoulder... Zakai... Zakai's back. clk. clkclkclk. Chains rattled within the inner sanctum. Rattled and shackled and caged for one final time the man who felt his muscles soothe into paralysis. Such bitter paralysis. And that was when both Iyago and Aviv heard it -- that sound -- so loud, so clear, so high-pitched and filled with the sweet sense of fear. It was a sound that made Arkadimon's lifeless gaze light up, joy within those eyes, though his expression made no twitch. That sound... Screams. But not from Arkadimon's belly, no. Those screams came from the portal. Those were the screams of the dead. The vengeful, the angry, the sorrowful dead. "Celare..." Iyago whispered. Behold, your brother... keh keh keh. beep beep beep The Maverick Iyago's lips curled. His eyes shimmered. He regained some of his strength and sat up, staring up at the swirling vortex, those curled lips only continuing to curl until they could curl no more. Mave, hm...? How... hahahaha Disappointing. If Arkadimon cared to, he would have grinned. What an impertinent boy, refusing to give an honest reaction. He must have been screaming inside, yet he was so calm and collected. That was a true disappointment. But Aviv would bend and break. He always broke when Arkadimon wanted him to. Always. There was a not a soul on Earth who did not break by Arkadimon's tendons. Besides, it was in Aviv's nature to break -- perhaps now Aviv would be broken forever. I gave you your brother. You are in my hands now. Aviv. I am not impressed, Arkie. Beep beep Just you wait. Beep I will kill you-- And make you regret summoning Mave. Silence. clk The shackles once more clamped shut. And all pain ceased. Iyago, able to breathe, looked up at Arkadimon, eyes shining brightly in the dim light. "Kek kek kek..." Iyago reached up to rub the deep cut in his throat. How disgusting. It was a wound which would have made him mute if not for his healing abilities. How could a human have such abilities? But then again... how could Zakai -- or Mave, at least -- have taken over a whole planet, spreading death and extinction with him? What a happy reunion between two brothers. How very... exciting. Still buzzing from the attack and grinning quietly to himself, Iyago sighed and brought his gaze to the fallen cupcake once in front of Arkadimon. The candle was still unlit, though gray smoke curled and coiled around it in snake-like tendrils. Whispering, Iyago said, "Happy birthday, Othello. Happy... happy birthday." ...Indeed. Mave, Celeste, Avence, and Sinistramon had truly found the Land of Milk and Honey. The Digital World. Earth. The Nightmare Realm. All combined to create an unfortunate unreality. It was a year later when to the east the Celare Empire would rise, becoming the single largest city besides Reapermon's to have ever touched the Digital World's earth, sea, and sky. A goal of Mave's was to wrought ruin and pain to those who opposed him, and to rise above even the great empire of the Dark Masters. In doing this, indeed, he had succeeded. And Aviv's struggle had not continued since. -------------------- Chibi Aviv by Lethe Dogmon/Farceurmon (to Maeko): Look, guys, let�s go back to the topic of me being an idiotic jester, not some overreacting digimon like that Labramon... coughs Wanna hear a joke? [Later On...] Mikumon: Why don't you go say hi? Shikaru: And why don't you go stick your head in a blender? ...---... Avatar Credit of Joan goes to... Lethe Siggy Credit goes to... Lethe and their respective actors/actresses XD

Spiffy is Glory	Posted: Apr 29 2008, 10:50 PM
aviv is srs Group: Celestial One Posts: 7,740 Member No.: 1 Joined: 5-February 05	Who... who are you? His eyes, a glistening russet-brown, look up at the red skies above. Red... red... it was all... red. The clouds were pitch black, reminding him of shadows; those sulking creatures which consumed every bit of light they could. Maybe those clouds were shadows, shadows of the black sun so high in the aether, a sun with only a gold glint at its center as darkness consumed the rest of it. The sun, blotted by those shadows, radiated only shadows. It'd been a long time since he'd seen such a sight. After all, in the Nightmare Realm, the sky was almost black. Almost. And though the clouds were not black, they were gray, and sometimes storming -- this realm, however, was different, because it was not only a realm made of nightmares... But people to fill those nightmares, and beasts to feast on them. But Nightmare Beasts feasted not only on nightmares. Who am I...? \|\| You're Kagayaki Kokoro. \|\| \|\| You are a Wielder. \|\| \|\| You are a Slayer. \|\| \|\| No... you were the first. \|\| \|\| The first Wielder. \|\| \|\| The first Slayer. \|\| \|\| You came... even before the Crest Wielders. \|\| The young man, Kagayaki, shivered at the thought. He fixed his long brown jacket and sighed. I... don't even remember that. ksssssss With eyes narrowed, Kagayaki then turned his gaze toward the beast just a few feet beside him, who was hissing with excitement, its blue lips covered in saliva as it leaned over a small child. The small girl cried out and backed away from the creature, but the creature was so large, so venomous, she had not a single chance. The beast -- a Nightmare Beast -- lunged, fangs ready to pierce skin and feast on flesh. How succulent that girl would be. Too bad the Nightmare Beast would never find out. BNG The Nightmare Beast flung forward, blue blood spewing against ground and turning it to ash and dust, carrying with the wind like grains of sand. Kagayaki's eyes were half-lidded, head tilted slightly to the side, not a thought going through his head -- as if by habit -- he stepped beside the Nightmare Beast and gently kicked it with his foot. The little girl was quivering. He turned toward her. "I--is it dead?" she said in a small voice. "It's just knocked out," Kagayaki said gently to her. He crouched down so he was eye-level with the girl, his calm russet-colored eyes gleaming in the dark sunlight. "Even a bullet in the head can't kill these things." "Will it wake up and eat me?" she said. "Maybe," Kagayaki laughed. The girl's eyes widened and flashed with fear, but Kagayaki was quick to stand and offer a hand to her. He grinned. "I don't know how long I'll be able to travel with you, but I'll protect you until I can find a better place. I can't gaurantee that you'll be safe, but... I can guarantee you'll be safe until I leave you." The girl stared at his hand, tears filling her eyes. She swallowed, and, choking slightly, she said, "Will your nightmares attack me?" "I don't dream," Kagayaki said quietly. "I wasn't made for dreaming." "Everyone dreams... everyone has nightmares..." The girl looked up at him, those tears now spilling down her cheeks, heart thudding deep within her chest. "And they always eat the ones I love! Mama... Daddy... All..." Kagayaki looked down at her sadly, though deep in his own heart he knew no pity. But she was a small girl. He wondered if she even remembered what Earth was like -- a human's memory, especially at this stage of life, was never very good. As a human grew older, the memories of their past grew more blurry. He wondered if she remembered what sunlight was. How the heat felt as it fell on her back. And how much a mother's smile could remind one of that sunlight and how it feels. "H--have you lost anyone, mister?" she choked. Again, he crouched down beside her so that he could look into her eyes. He smiled and reached forward, wiping away her tears as he said, "I don't really remember anyone I love." "You don't -- remember?" "Nope." His smile saddened. "I remember a few faces, and perhaps some of the feelings attached to those faces, but I don't remember their voices... or what they did to give me those feelings, or what I did to even remember them..." The small girl and he stared at each other for a few seconds. She was so young. Perhaps about nine or ten, maybe eleven at the oldest. She had the sweetest face and the fairest skin, and her eyes had such an innocent light to them. It was a light that made Kagayaki's heart clench, because that was something he'd had long ago, those eyes, but the innocence behind those eyes were long, long gone now. She stared up at him and, with a small voice, asked, "What's your name, mister? Are you a nightmare, too, or are you a dream?" "My name is Kagayaki Kokoro... and I'm -- just a reflection of the past." "Kah--kah-gah-yah-kee?" Kagayaki smiled warmly and ruffled her hair. "You remind me somewhat of Shiro, one of the Wielders. Anyway, you can call me Key. Many of my friends do." "So we're... friends?" "Yes." He grinned and offered that hand one final time to the small girl. She smiled big and giggled, and suddenly he realized that not only did she have the sweetest face, but the most angelic smile, and the most gentle of laughs. A delicate flower in the tides of war. She took his hand and he led her through the forest. "And what is your name, by the way?" "My name?" She smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Geneva. Geneva Jacobson." "...Geneva?" Kagayaki's eyes narrowed. "Could you be--? She put an index finger to her lips in a "hushing" motion, and smiled warmly, winking at him. Tears still stained her cheeks and she still seemed sad, but also happy, as if so glad to have met Kagayaki -- glad to finally have a friend. "Just like you... I am also a reflection of the past." Geneva... Kagayaki had heard many things about a Geneva of the Xia Organization, one of the most vast and extensive networks across all the dimensions. They said that Gennai had been a part of it before it was wiped out by the Dark Masters. They said that Gennai was the only survivor. They said that Geneva was... Their first project. But that was a long time ago. So, hand-in-hand, the two walked through the forest. ...Into the Fuka Kiyomori... Two years passed and they were still traveling through the Fuka Kiyomori, but everywhere they looked was the same. They weren't lost, but they didn't know exactly where they were, either. But then again, in this place, enemies were everywhere. It was hard to know where to go in the first place, or to even have a direction to travel in. There was only one place the both of them knew about, and that was the great light in the sky they'd seen two years ago. That light had shown a different realm -- a lighthouse -- a bright, beautiful sky, with a few clouds but otherwise it was all peaceful. It was a haven, wasn't it? A place where everyone could be, united once and for all? The light vanished soon after it'd appeared, but many had seen that beacon of hope. Many were traveling to find just where that beacon of hope went to. "Key..." The whisper was soft, hardly audible enough to catch Kagayaki's attention. He looked down to the small girl cradled securely in his arms, kept warm by the long jacket he'd wrapped around the both of them. She was staring ahead, her palms flat against his chest, hair falling across her face. His shirt, black and torn in a few places, revealed many scars and gashes, scars and gashes which she was staring very firmly at. Kagayaki swallowed nervously. "Hm?" "You're never afraid of anything..." She sighed, shaking her head. "But... even though you don't dream... shouldn't you be afraid of me and my nightmares? All I need to do is have a nightmare that I'll be separated from you. That's what always happens. I think of it, and it happens, and the person I'm close to dies." He took a deep breath, looking up at the red sky only briefly before looking back toward her. Her fingertips were gently digging into his shirt, not deep enough to hurt him, but deep enough so that he couldn't turn from her, deep enough to let him know that she was there, that she needed an answer. "I'll never die, Geneva," he whispered. When she didn't look up, he placed his hand on her chin and carefully tipped her face toward his, just enough so that he could look into her eyes and smile warmly. "I promise to protect you. We have to stay together until I can find a better place for you. Because you don't have a partner, I'm all you have to guard you." "What about you?" Her brow furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in thought. She broke eye contact before shaking her head and saying, "Key, what about your partner!" "My partner..." Kagayaki bowed his head. He sighed. In his head, he could see tendons. They rose, fell, rose, fell, collided with a grand blade that shivered with power as it clashed with those mighty tendons. He could see everything. And everything... could see him. He turned back toward her and leaned his chin atop her head. "My partner won't protect me, nor you for that matter." "Kagayaki..." She swallowed and began shivering. That was the first time she'd said his name -- his real name -- and not his nickname, Key. His eyes narrowed and he held her closer, not in a necessarily sexual way, but as if to keep her warm, keep her alright, keep her protected. Geneva looked up at him. "I'm scared. I don't want you to die. I don't want you to leave me, too." Kagayaki's throat clenched and he shook his head, closing his eyes. Sleep began to numb his body, and the call of distant wolves filled the night air with a sense of both fear and yet protection. Wolves -- they were a sign of protection in these lands, the Fuka Kiyomori, being a symbol of the Digital Slayer, Luna Minamoto. As long as wolves were around, they were safe. For now. "That won't happen," Kagayaki whispered. "I won't leave you until I know you're in a better place." "Kaga Kaga Kagayaki...? "Are you are you are you there? "Will you will you will you protect me?" Blood covered her. Covered her hair, that once beautiful red flowing hair, and her eyes, so dark and eyelashes once so long and thick, stared so peacefully up at the sky. She could have been sleeping. She could have been "SHINSEI." Kagayaki bolted upright, gasping for breath, eyes wide and pupils small at the center of his eyes. He held his chest, his heart, temples dripping with sweat. Everything was swirling together in such a brilliant mix of colors and shapes, and it took him a few seconds to realize he'd sat up too quick. He held his forehead and sighed, shaking his head. Calm down... Just cool it, Key. Shinsei. Who was Shinsei? Shinsei... you remembered her name at least. You remember her name, and \|\| Shinsei's Death \|\| Shinsei was... dead. Just... gone. Something in his heart clenched. He didn't know why, but it just did, and everything came caving in as he held his face, shoulders quivering, everything within him shaking and unable to understand, unable to -- comprehend. kssssss That sound... He recognized that sound. He looked up from his hands for the first time since he'd awaken. ...Was that blood? "Keh--Key..." It was blood. A trail of it. Leading up to the small girl, little Geneva Jacobson, in the grasp of a Nightmare Beast, who looked up at Kagayaki and... Grinned. The thing just... Peeled back its blue lips and grinned. Kagayaki hadn't realized those things could grin. "Geneva!" He stood and the Nightmare Beast let out a wheezy--laugh, was it? Or was it something else? That sickeningly smug grin was still plastered on its face as it held her, a small girl, covered in blood -- be it her own or someone else's. She stared weakly at Kagayaki, then back up at the Nightmare Beast. And that was when Kagayaki saw it. At the center of the Nightmare Beast's head there was a bullet hole from... That's right. Could it be? That Nightmare Beast he'd shot to save Geneva... could it have followed them all the way here, looking for the perfect time to strike? "Geneva, I'll save you!" Eyes narrowed, he stood, taking out his pistol and glaring, his teeth gritting. He did NOT come all this way only to let a Nightmare Beast get the upper-hand. "I promised I'd protect you!" "Key! Run away! It's -- it's okay..." The small girl, tears filling her eyes, tilted her head to the side. "I don't want you to die because of me." "Don't be an idiot," Kagayaki growled. The Nightmare Beast stood, the small girl cradled in its pale arms, and began to move back into the darkness of the forest. However, Kagayaki quickly raised the pistol and-- BNG. The Nightmare Beast howled, howled louder than the wolves, than the cackle of Reapermon, than the sound of blood spilling like rain from Arkadimon's mouth. The Nightmare Beast was... angry. Very, very angry. A bullet had lanced clean through the bone of its arm, causing it to throw Geneva to the side. Geneva hit the ground and rolled, maroon-colored nightgown getting tangled in her feet and causing her to trip into a puddle of mud. She grit her teeth and looked toward Kagayaki, who looked fiercely into the eyes of the demon before him. "My friend..." Geneva bit her bottom lip. Kagayaki glanced toward her only briefly, then hissed out of frustration and took a step back, reloading his pistol. The Nightmare Beast was advancing, its whole body jaggedly twi-twi-twitching, bone joints disjointing and jointing once more, its head twisting in such a way that it should have broken its neck, but a neck it never did break. Geneva, looking down to the mud, suddenly grinned. "Stupid Nightmare Beasts." The Nightmare Beast froze. Kagayaki looked toward Geneva and frowned. "Geneva, what are you--?" She brought her index finger to her lips in a hushing motion and winked, grinning as confidently as she could muster. Kagayaki bit his tongue and nodded, and she continued, "You shouldn't have thrown me down, ugly butt. Doing so was your own undoing!" kssssss The Nightmare Beast turned to her, hunched over, and growled, an untamable creature with unimaginable power and wit. However, this time, its wit would not outshine hers. At least, Kagayaki hoped so. Geneva tended to surprise him. The Nightmare Beast launched but it was too late -- she picked up a mudpie and chucked it as hard as she could, grinning wide as she shouted, "HELLO? I'm a kid! A tomboy no less! I LOVE mud!" kssssss! The Nightmare Beast pulled back in attempt to shake the mud out of its eyes, but by the time it had, it was again too late -- Kagayaki had taken out a V-Sentinel and cried out, "SPIRIT EVOLUTION." A data wall burst around him, peeling back his old flesh and placing new, blazes burning around him yet it did not touch him nor suffocate him, and most of all, platinum armor covered him in a single massive movement. "JUDGEDRAMON!" Around him, darkness fell, and from the red skies descended a scythe-like weapon, but instead of just a curled blade, this mighty weapon continued to curl and curl in circles while leaving jagged points jutting out at random intervals; a weapon of mass destruction, with a handle made of golden steel. "Key!" Geneva called. The creature -- strange and mythical in its own way -- glanced toward her, its brightly-glowing hawk eyes flashing in the deep red light of night. Most of his mask was covered by a golden mask rimmed in red and black and gray, making it nearly impossible to read his expression -- however, just by the kind light in his eyes, Geneva knew his feelings. She smiled warmly and nodded. "I WILL protect Geneva," he said firmly. "Do your best..." she whispered, closing her eyes. "Key." "Pendulum Blast!" He swung that mighty weapon of his and watched as it bashed right into the ribs of the Nightmare Beast. The hysterical creature hissed and launched, claws digging deep into the digimon's armor. crkcrkcrk! It was breaking... What? But how could it break? [They're Nightmare Beasts. What else could you expect, Kagayaki Kokoro?] His eyes widened. Who--who's there? There was a disembodied voice. Gentle, sweet, kind, almost motherly in its tenderness toward him. Just by hearing her words, Kagayaki could feel a warmth fill him, a warmth foreign to his heart. What a magnificence. [My name does not matter.] [Strike the beast's eyes and only then will you have a chance to get away.] [Alone, you have not the strength to defeat him, but if you find the others...] [You will be unstoppable.] "Geneva!" he called, gripping that mighty weapon tautly in his grasp and shouting, "Grab hold of me!" Geneva didn't hesitate. She ran forward and, putting her full faith into Kagayaki, she hugged him around his waist and he let out a strong cry, slicing horizontally toward those dull black eyes which the Nightmare Beast possessed. However. The Nightmare Beast jumped up -- dodged it -- landed on the blade. Kagayaki's eyes widened and he attempted to step back, but it wouldn't work like that, oh no Key my boy, no it wouldn't work like that. It moved rapidly and jaggedly, slithering down the blade and raising a clawed hand to strike Kagayaki. Life... thrummed within his chest. He could feel it. His heart. Beating so clearly. And he could see it, just like that, the Nightmare Beast's claws, launching toward him at a speed he couldn't have realized was so fast. However, feeling Geneva holding tightly onto him, he found hardly enough strength within him to drop the blade. To drop it and, using his bare hands, hands shaking and moving more by impulse than by thought, he dug his thumbs deep into the Nightmare Beast's eyes. The Nightmare beast cried out and grabbed its eyes, flinging its head back as it tumbled backwards and hit the ground on its back, writhing in agony. "Come on, Geneva, hold onto me tightly." She nodded and, with that thought, the two gave one final look to the Nightmare Beast. Such a strong, glorious creature -- ugly as hell, but also powerful enough to twirl a whole planet around its fingers. None yet in the history of Unreality had been slain, though a few were defeated in battle. Kagayaki wondered if that monster would hunt he and Geneva until the day it or they died. But, knowing that it was a stupid thought, he shook his head and clasped Geneva's whole body in his hands, once again cradling her as a pair of draconic wings almost literally screamed from his back, their golden membrane nearly orange from the red sky's reflection. "Let's get out of here, Key," Geneva whispered. They took off. They'd never felt so high in their whole entire lives, feeling that exhalation of flight, feeling the wind flowing through their hair, billowing Geneva's robe and the musty brown long-jacket that Kagayaki always carried around with them to keep the both of them warm. They blew through the clouds, even though they were dark, and felt the cumulus between their fingertips -- it felt like nothing, nothing at all but air! It was like being in fog! But that's what clouds basically were... Were a great fog in the sky. Man, they felt like they could fly forever and forever, forgetting their worries, forgetting that the world below them was absolute chaos and that their mission was to save it. Together, up here, it was the two of them, and they'd never felt as happy and as free as then. That is, until Geneva fainted. "G--Geneva?!" Kagayaki lifted his hand and saw -- "Blood..." His eyes narrowed. The Nightmare Beast... what had it done to her?! Swiftly, Kagayaki descended from his flight and placed her on the ground, ripping her gown at the belly open, examining the wound he found there. Claw marks -- deep, really deep. He clenched his teeth, tears suddenly filling his eyes. "Wait, Geneva, don't die!" He reached forward and pressured her wounds. "I promised I'd protect you... I..." "You'll protect me, Kagayaki, right? You'll protect me?" "GENEVA!" "K--Key..." Dazedly, she looked up at Kagayaki and smiled warmly, weakly raising a hand to rest it on his own, as if to help him pressure her wound. "This is not the first time. It's okay, Key, it's okay. Please don't cry..." Was it true? Could he really be crying? His eyes felt hot and they were stinging, but he didn't realize it until Geneva's hand touched his cheek and wiped away his tears. She smiled warmly. "Kagayaki... please..." Her smile saddened, and her hand went limp. "Please smile..." "G--Geneva!" Her whole body went limp right there in his arms. He cried out, shaking her, shaking his head, quivering. Fear finally lashed out and he growled, eyes widening and expression fierce. No! I will NOT let you die, Geneva! With shaking but firm hands, he reached forward and grabbed hold of her, and, holding her firmly against him, he once again took off -- knowing, just knowing, that he had to find someone -- anyone -- who could help him. A doctor. He needed a doctor! And sure enough... He spotted one. Hair like autumn and eyes the fiercest amber, the expression of a mother wolf with enough strength and will to protect her cubs, Kagayaki saw her. Luna Minamoto. And could it be? Primary Village? Slowly, he made his descent. -------------------- Chibi Aviv by Lethe Dogmon/Farceurmon (to Maeko): Look, guys, let�s go back to the topic of me being an idiotic jester, not some overreacting digimon like that Labramon... coughs Wanna hear a joke? [Later On...] Mikumon: Why don't you go say hi? Shikaru: And why don't you go stick your head in a blender? ...---... Avatar Credit of Joan goes to... Lethe Siggy Credit goes to... Lethe and their respective actors/actresses XD

Luna	Posted: Apr 30 2008, 12:08 AM
Missie teh Awesomeness! Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,100 Member No.: 2 Joined: 6-February 05	�Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart, the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.� That was their world. She�d read that on the side of her old school building. Now it had been reduced to a pile of rubble, save for that one wall. It was almost cruel how applicable that quote was. It had been scrawled in spray paint, written by someone who seemed to understand the situation better than most. She�d seen it shortly after the fall of the dimensions, while trying to keep her family safe from these new dangers of the modern world. The only problem was that �mere anarchy� didn�t even begin to describe it. Shadows, nightmare beast, viruses� It was hard to believe that once upon a time, this place was a haven. It looked more like a children�s graveyard. Cradles were broken and beaten and scattered on the ground. The colorful blocks and giant toys were grey and mournful, if not completely destroyed. They sat as if at a funeral, viewing the destruction and seeing its real face. The face that stared back from the depths of decimated innocence. There wasn�t much left to protect. �Back to the start.� Luna sighed, standing on a hill overlooking the Primary Village. �As always.� Hiro countered, sharing her general fatigue. There was hope, there always had been, and there always would be. But sometimes it ran thin, and wasn�t always enough to go around. But the virtues that these heroes wore around their necks, The goggles felt heavy. Sometimes it was like they weighed fifty pounds, the overbearing responsibility was like a ball and chain dragging behind her at all times. That power, along with it, was enough to make anyone go crazy. Friendship, Love, Strength, Light� These were her burdens. All of them had faith that these were worth fighting for. How long could she keep this up? How long could they keep any of this up? Everyone seemed like an enemy. But those screams, those horrid howls in the night, they had to stop. They had to stop everything, once and for all. For their friends and family lost to the feud. For people like Sam and Ciotes, Zakai and Aviv. So they fought on, It was for them they pushed back at the darkness in the world. Continuing into a bleak eternity. -------------------------------------------------- �The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned.� Luna let her arms drop, let gravity take her resistance for a moment as she mulled over the most recent events. Her mind ran through a forest of memories, each image passing quickly as a fleeting tree. There was so much to process, and so little time to do it. Every day was constant action, a body in motion that had been untouched, and thus was to stay in motion for the rest of time. No sleep for her, no nightmares that put her team in jeopardy. The notion of rest was so tempting- �Luna.� Her eyes regained their spark of focus as she looked to Hiro. �Look over there.� He pointed to a distant figure on a hill, a blurry image of two people. One was helplessly limp in the other�s arms, and the one still healthy looked desperate. �Alright, alright, I�ll go check it out.� Luna sighed, cracking her neck and setting off at a moderate jog. There was as good of a chance as any that this was a trap, and one she wouldn�t go rushing into. There was no such thing as being too cautious in times like these. She stopped a good distance from Kagayaki, eyes boring into his with a fire inside. She addressed him flatly, �Hello.� One more beginning, One more cold stare into the face of death. �The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle. And what rough beast, it�s hour come round at last, Slouches towards Belthelehem to be born?� -W.B. Yeats, �The Second Coming� Let the tempest begin. -------------------- "What chores these churls do put upon the great, What chains, what harness; the unfettered mind, At dawn, in all directions flying blind Yet certain, might accomplish, might create What all men must consult or contemplate" ~Mine the Harvest, Edna St. Vincent Millay .Luna.Denzel.Lillith.Cae. Blinkie thing made by Blaze, and BlackGatomon Plushie was made by Shikaru! Thanks you guys!

Shikaru	Posted: Apr 30 2008, 08:04 PM
Warning: Prone to stupid. Group: Sovereign Posts: 1,096 Member No.: 47 Joined: 30-January 06	(Would probably have been longer, but I wanted to finish it before I had to go to bed. XP) Keh. Sssso then, what will you do~ The black haired boy stared dully ahead. His breathing was ragged, but yet his body remained strong. Baaaney-boy~ The voice rang through his head, but he ignored her taunting. He had grown used to it. He kept his eyes trained on what was in front of him, a digimon corrupted, one that had decided to take on the eighteen year-old. Of course, he was sick of this fight...bored maybe, he wasn't sure of his emotions anymore. What seemed like now more than a shift and flick of his wrist, the digital being fell. Sssstronger all the time arrrren't we? The voice cooed, shadowy body like a cat curled around Bane's body. Her body didn't even seem solid. "Quiet Nightshade..." He mumbled, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Turning his head to the sky, he sheathed his sword. He felt himself being pulled somewhere...somewhere familiar... Dull blue eyes stared into the darkness of the trees. He was close...close... Close... Primary Village. That's what it was... --- Two figures ricocheted off each other, a clash of blades, both ablaze with fire. A silver haired woman wearing black and a silver digimon. Pause, then attack again. Pause. Attack. Both seemed equal, speed and power matched perfectly. They attacked in unison, knew each other's moves. Shikaru dove to the right, Mikyuumon ducked to the left. Mikyuumon charged and aimed low, Shikaru dodged and aimed high. Mikyuumon ducked, Shikaru jumped. One final clash, Cynyr and arm blades, steel against natural weapons, and they stopped, panting to catch their breath. Some gut feeling told Shikaru that it was time to move again, and Mikyuumon seemed to understand. "Hey, Westley~" Shikaru called, looking around for the firey haired man she loved. --------------------

harlequinn	Posted: Apr 30 2008, 11:56 PM
^.~ C'mon. Ya'll know me. Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,982 Member No.: 4 Joined: 6-February 05	((I don't know how this can compare with the BEAUTIFUL posts already given, but I try. :3 )) "Terra, they're doing well." Kaira turned a ring around her finger. She sat. She watched Terra, clad in her darkness. She watched Terra, holding her dagger. She watched Terra's hair falling to the ground again, in long, slow, strands. "Anubis, and James, and Lukas. I saw them, and butterflies. Butterflies are good luck." Nothing. Just a faint sound of hair tearing, raggedly. "I couldn't see her. Sair's powers are strong. He's completely managed to block me out. I can't see...I can't see anything but something that pertains right to us. Us. The chosen. The weilders. Heroes?" Nothing. Nothing at all. Terra had barely spoken since that day. Since the day the world fell apart. The day Aviv became Iyago. The day Luna became their leader. The day that their life had been nothing but a bad dream. Kaira tried to coax her into speech, but no. "..Terra, please say something." Terra didn't, just held out the dagger. Take it back Kaira, she seemed to say. I'm done with my hair. Kaira took it, and sheathed it, silently. A frown appeared on her face, and she watched Terra as Terra held up a hand, staring at her finger, graced by a tiny ring. "Are you going to marry him, if Aviv never returns to us? Lukas was very sincere when he said you always had a place in his heart." No response, just like before. "You're still thinking, aren't you..." Kaira frowned, then looked up. "...Luna and Hiro seem to have already started our newest adventure. Adventure. A step of faith. Pray Terra, pray. God listens to even the silent, you know." "...Be a nun when you grow old Kaira." "She speaks." Silence. "Well, it's nice to know you still know how to." Kaira smiled. All that had happened. Terra was the one that was more like a nun - spending her time in a sworn almost-silence. The self-punishment. The loathing. The depression. Terra was wearing her battle scars not on her face, but on her body. Battle scars with herself. No one but herself. Her eyes were steeled. Her scythe sharp. Her body always tense. Always ready to attack. To duck. To weave. To swing her chosen weapons. To protect those that she could - Kaira. Anyone that would let her. But Kaira was almost always, always, first. Kaira watched Terra. Terra watched her ring. And what an odd turn of events, when Lukas had shown up one day, out of the blue, given the ring to Terra. He wasn't Aviv. But he'd always be there for her, in friendship, or marriage. 'Too young,' Terra said. But she'd kept it. James had taken a ring from around his neck, given it to Kaira. 'Give it to Kimmie if you see her. I've got to go.' Stupid, foolish boys. Three boys couldn't take down Vamprissmon. Kaira had a feeling that Vamprissmon wouldn't be defeated. Not by them alone, at least. Kaira sighed, loudly, and leaned back on her elbows, closing her eyes. Her dreams were getting peaceful. I meant that the world wasn't. She was honing her powers. Creating a paridise in her sleep, so that she could rest, be at peace, if only for a few hours. She heard Terra stand. "If Luna wants you, or needs you, you know she'll ask." Kaira heard Terra walk away. "Too bold of me, perhaps." Kaira's eyes opened, and she sat up straight, looking around. Flames, nothing but flames. The smell of blood, and fire, and screams ringing through the air alongside laughs, and calls, and yells of orders. She closed her eyes, counted to ten. When she opened them... Nothing. No flames, no blood, no screams. Nothing but where she was. Another vision. Another mystery. Another question of why her partner had decided to be such a coward. Why he had tried to sweep Kiro off to his home kingdom. Why Sair, no, Saitor, had appeared one day to her, reported his death, and was wrapped in his wings as proof, wearing them as a trophy. Oddly, Kaira held no pity. Sadness, but not pity for his death. Pity had no place here. It was hard to hold onto herself. She couldn't cry. She didn't feel sad at a fallen enemy. Nor did she feel pride in the kills. Or joy. She felt nothing. Or rather, she wasn't sure what she felt. She looked up when Kayla tried to greet Terra, and was ignored. The older of the sisters just shrugged it off and went back to whatever she had been doing. Keeping herself busy by, what was it now, writing a journal? Kaira blinked as she saw a black butterfly flutter past her, it's wings leaving a black streak behind it in the air, with every tiny flap red rolled off it. A bleeding butterfly? Hope in blood? Kaira shook her head. The butterfly dissapeared, slowly but surely. Was there really a future after all? Or was it only dissapearing slowly by surely? -------------------- Check out Artifacts and it's prequal and leave a comment! Please contribute to my Johari and Nohari. Terra, Kaira, Anubis. James, Lukas. Vamprissmon.

Luna	Posted: May 1 2008, 12:36 AM
Missie teh Awesomeness! Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,100 Member No.: 2 Joined: 6-February 05	"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice asked from behind Kaira. It was a low, gentle voice, one that belonged to a boy who had never really talked to this particular girl before. Since joining the wielders, Denzel had tried to learn who was related to who and connections form person to person, a long and complicated web of ties that had taken a while to get a hold of. This girl was related to Terra, if he wasn't mistaken, and watching that little exchange that had just taken place made him feel sympathetic. He'd had a similar time trying to coax some words or thoughts out of Devidramon, though much to his chagrin the only thing that his partner said was, "Hn." ------------ Devidramon watched Denzel. Despite the time that he'd spent with his partner, the question still remained: Who was this boy? He remembered his life before this one, he knew who the Dark Renegade was, he knew that he was a cruel and evil force in the wraith society, a warrior who had taken more than his share of lives. A merciless cold-hearted monster of a human being. But how could that same terror be the boy standing here now? Devidramon knew that he was the same man, though the thought continued to baffle him. "Hm." -------------------- "What chores these churls do put upon the great, What chains, what harness; the unfettered mind, At dawn, in all directions flying blind Yet certain, might accomplish, might create What all men must consult or contemplate" ~Mine the Harvest, Edna St. Vincent Millay .Luna.Denzel.Lillith.Cae. Blinkie thing made by Blaze, and BlackGatomon Plushie was made by Shikaru! Thanks you guys!

harlequinn	Posted: May 1 2008, 04:54 PM
^.~ C'mon. Ya'll know me. Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,982 Member No.: 4 Joined: 6-February 05	Kaira looked up, and smiled, ever-so-lightly. "I'll tell you for free, no penny needed." She looked back over at Terra, who had gone to just standing, Sgatomon on her shoulders, and sighed. "I'm just worried. About Terra. Well, everyone, really. Worried about everyone. But...Terra's my best friend. She helped me so much, protected me. I'm just worried, I guess. Silly of me, perhaps?" Kaira smiled and her mind drifted back to the butterfly. Good luck. Terra's favorite animal. "I keep seeing things. But even the good things I see don't seem to help. News of her brother, no response. Things about Lukas, or James, nothing. It's not healthy. "Everyone needs tears. She's always been like this, thinking she has to be strong, but when I first met her she'd cry, every now and then. Now...I can't remember the last time I saw her cry. It worries me. I just wish that...this all could just go away." Kaira chuckled. "If wishes were fishes, then poor men would be fed. Right? "Anyways, my thoughts aren't that complicated. Even for a girl, right?" She laughed at herself, lightly, smiling. -------------------- Check out Artifacts and it's prequal and leave a comment! Please contribute to my Johari and Nohari. Terra, Kaira, Anubis. James, Lukas. Vamprissmon.

Spiffy is Glory	Posted: May 1 2008, 08:25 PM
aviv is srs Group: Celestial One Posts: 7,740 Member No.: 1 Joined: 5-February 05	Kagayaki stopped a few feet away from the Mother Wolf. He looked deep in her eyes, saw the flames flickering, burning within that gaze, the determination blazing. His wings fluttered and closed around him like a cloak, and, taking a step toward Luna, he dropped to his knees, holding up Geneva to her. Biting back hot tears he didn't want to admit were there, he said, "Help her. Help her! She was stabbed in the side by a Nightmare Beast -- I... I can't save her! I can't protect her this time!" "I'm all you have to guard you." "I can't guarantee you'll be safe, but... I can guarantee you'll be safe until I leave you. His arms were shaking, those tears falling, but he couldn't -- wouldn't -- let Geneva go this easily. Her eyes opened into slits and she, too, gazed at Luna. She reached forward to gently brush her fingertips against Luna's cheek, her baby doe eyes big and bright, eyes that flashed, eyes that were hawk-like in shape and sight. Perhaps even in color. She gazed deep into Luna's eyes and smiled sadly, her hand lowering as she whispered something inaudible, something not even Kagayaki caught as he held her up to Luna. All Geneva could do was stare the Mother Wolf in the eye. Two legends meeting eye-to-eye, though neither of them knew it. The gray smoke ascended and curled around him, fluttering above his head. The man waved away the smoke and glanced toward centuar-like dark creature beside him, a deep look to his eye as he took out a Cuban cigar from his mouth and said, "'Ey, GranDracmon, it's Primary Village." His voice was rough, deep -- a voice that was matched by the ever-firm, ever-dark voice of his partner, GranDracmon. "The others are gathering there, as well." "Well, no duh, you dope," the man grunted, a toothy grin pressing at his features. "It's been a while since I've spoken to those dumbasses from long way back. You think that blonde chick is there? She ditched me -- again." GranDracmon shook his head. "I don't know if Deidre's there, but... something is." "Eh?" GranDracmon's eyes were cloudy, the color in them once black but now a solid, dark gray. He was staring at the silhouettes inside Primary Village -- particularly three shapes, a young woman standing before a dragon-man holding up a small girl. GranDracmon's gaze focused on the girl, yet he remained firmly by Pyro's side. "I don't know. I just -- feel something -- familiar." "Familiar? Meh," Pyro said. "You're feelin nothin, you oaf. C'mon, let's go." GranDracmon nodded, and the two shot off toward Primary Village. "The Bimbos are meeting us there," GranDracmon said to Pyro. "They needed to meet up with Mr. Studyit." "Aye," Pyro responded. Westley was staring up at the blood red sky. A scream echoed in the near distance, but Westley didn't even flinch. No, it was too common, way too common. There were screams everywhere. Everyday. Every hour. Sometimes he thought he'd become desensitized again, like he had been so many years ago. But then he remembered Shikaru, and he knew that if he could feel something that pure, then there was still hope. "Shikaru," he said back, looking away from the sky and back to her. "The others are gathering nearby. Shall we attend?" He smiled sadly. "So," Tiffany said, her blonde hair billowing around her, brown eyes glistening, cloak wavering as the wind flew through it, around it, with it. The corner of her lips turned upward into a grin, eyes widening. "You're Desdemona." The figure, hair dark as night and eyes a stoney gray, raised her chin, resting the handle of her gun atop her shoulder. Giving Tiffany a cold look, she replied, "I'm looking for Aviv Arosko. Seen him around?" "No," Tiffany replied simply. "I haven't seen that kid for two years." "Pity," Desdemona said back, just as dully. "But I have seen someone -- something -- else... the Demon King," Tiffany said simply, leaning toward Desdemona as her cloak carried. "Haha, the pathetic man is on his way. No telling when he'll get here, the Fuka Kiyomori, but he's a very impatient being. Iyago wants his Desdemona, after all." Desdemona's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" "Tiffany Cliffstone," Tiffany said. "But I am more known for being the Wielder of Pride." Desdemona's arms raised into a defensive position, teeth clenched and she hissed, "Lucemon." "Ha! Put down your weapons, idiot," Tiffany hissed. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already." "My death wouldn't be so simple," Desdemona replied. Her eyes flashed red and Tiffany's grin widened. "Oh yes, I almost forgot..." Tiffany's eyes widened, as did her grin, and the light from the red sky gleamed in those brown eyes of hers. "You're a virus. You are... "Zeus." -------------------- Chibi Aviv by Lethe Dogmon/Farceurmon (to Maeko): Look, guys, let�s go back to the topic of me being an idiotic jester, not some overreacting digimon like that Labramon... coughs Wanna hear a joke? [Later On...] Mikumon: Why don't you go say hi? Shikaru: And why don't you go stick your head in a blender? ...---... Avatar Credit of Joan goes to... Lethe Siggy Credit goes to... Lethe and their respective actors/actresses XD

Luna	Posted: May 1 2008, 09:45 PM
Missie teh Awesomeness! Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,100 Member No.: 2 Joined: 6-February 05	Luna found herself unable to ignore this girl in need. Kagayaki's passion, Geneva's eyes... All of it was compelling enough to make her spring into action. "Alight, I got her." She told Kagayaki calmly, taking Geneva from his arms and gently laying her down on the ground. "Cae! I need some help over here!" The young girl turned around, quickly coming over and kneeling by the patient's side. "Don't worry, I'm just about the best doctor you'll find around here. She'll be okay, I can promise you that." Luna told the two newcomers, starting to work her magic on Geneva's wounds. "Cae, I need some bandage, and I need you to drain the blood." The goggle girl worked fast, cleaning the wound and patching it up with practiced skill. She, along with Rukiramon and Cae, did their best to fix up the young girl, making her comfortable on the ground. "I think she'll be just fine." Luna concluded, standing up and looking to Kagayaki, "She'll need to rest for a while, let it heal. It was a pretty good gash, but seeing as it's from a nightmare beast I think it could have been worse." Her eyes fell to Geneva, leaving silence to grow for a moment as she remembered the little girl's eyes. Those were some eyes she had, that was for sure. "What's your name?" Luna asked Kagayaki, "Yours and hers." ------------------------------- Denzel smiled, "Thanks, it would have been my last penny." He listened carefully, sitting next to her and letting out a long breath as she finished. The worry was evident on Kaira's face, lines etched into her features that weren't there before. "It's not silly, not at all. Being worried is natural when you're concerned about people you love, you know?" Denzel started, "It's just important that you're there for her, and that she knows you're there as a shoulder to cry on. She'll come to you when she's ready." "Lyra, you know I'm here for you, right? You know I'm always going to be there for you. Don't you?" Denzel remembered this darkly, pushing his memories aside and looking at Kaira. "Haha, if I understood what girls were thinking... Jeez." He laughed, thinking of Tiffany. "Some of you are so confusing..." -------------------- "What chores these churls do put upon the great, What chains, what harness; the unfettered mind, At dawn, in all directions flying blind Yet certain, might accomplish, might create What all men must consult or contemplate" ~Mine the Harvest, Edna St. Vincent Millay .Luna.Denzel.Lillith.Cae. Blinkie thing made by Blaze, and BlackGatomon Plushie was made by Shikaru! Thanks you guys!

Whyit	Posted: May 1 2008, 09:48 PM
Bah... I am in NO way inferior to this so-called Demon King Group: Dudes Posts: 187 Member No.: 383 Joined: 28-January 08	((wow everyone is posting so awesomely! I'll try not to break the chain)) (( Dialouge colours: blue=Whyit green =Ivramon red=Volke )) "I can't beleive this is what my reality has come down to? Watching a gray fox argue with a shadow? C'mon guys we've gone through this every day for the past month...what else do you have left to argue about?" "Well Reality doesn't care if you beleive in it" They both glared at him, a glare that Whyit had gotten used to by now. Whyit was always amazed that every time he left them alone, even for just a moment to go to the bathroom, they managed to get into these fights. "Your overgrown rodent is cooking the eggs wronge" "Why do you care? Last time I checked you can't eat anything because you don't even have a body" "Your point?" "Do I need a point?" "Yes it helps move the conversation alonge" Whyit took a step inbetween them, Volke was a bit touchy whenever someone pointed out he was dead and now he was visibly aggitated. Whyit watched the shadow for a moment, Volke had his hands balled up into tight fists and his jaw clenched. In contrast Ivramon was wearing a cocky grin that further annoyed Volke. "Now now Ivramon don't be too hard on him. We owe a lot too Volke, he doesn't have to stay here and help us you know. Its amazing that even though he has passed on he still helps others battle the forces of evil, In fact when I grow up I wish I can be just like Volke." "What dead?" "No...Haven't you been listening?" "For the record I don't give a greymon's behind about the forces of good and evil...I'm here for my own reasons." Whyit slapped his forehead with his palm, like always his efforts to keep the peace were in vain. Luckily Whyit knew one trick that always broke up the fighting, which was disracting them with something else "If you two must argue then can it be about something important? Our food supply is running low, empty actually since those were the last eggs---" "Which is why Ivramon should cook em right" "So we need to find a place to go for supplies. Any suggestion?" Whyit smiled as the digimon and the shadow went into deep thought. For one fleeting moment their was silence, which was a rare blessing that Whyit got now a days. If it wasn't those two argueing then it was the sound of Necromon launching attacks at them. Whyit shivered, he didn't want to think about that right now. Then suddenly the serenity of the silence was smashed... "How about Primary Village? Its close and they always have chicken wings!" "Oh thats a wonderful idea...lets lead Necromon right to a village filled with baby digimon. Ivramon you must learn to think with your brain and not with your stomach. Face it we are a danger to everyone we come into contact with, our best bet would be to go boarmon hunting." "Don't you remeber when we ran into those Gekomon yesterday? They told us that a bunch of wielders were seen heading towards Primary village, it would be suicide for Necromon to attack. Besides we won't be there for long." "You have far too much trust in these wielders, Whyit is one and he can't even take Necromon. Why should we assume the others can?" Whyit bit his lip... Volke's words dug into him like a knife. In the distance Whyit heard Ivramon shoot off another remark but he was no longer paying attention. Whyit knew quite well the reason he couldn't defeat Necromon and that was he couldn't get his stupid crest to glow. Well that wasn't true, he could get half of it to glow. While Whyit didn't want to endanger the baby digimon he knew that Necromon wouldn't attacka full force of wielders so it looked like Primary Village was their destination. "You're conceited, that's what you are. Conceited, cocky, arrogant...insufferable..." "Oh, go on, please! I love it when digimon compliment me. Music to my ears. While we are on the topic how well did you two fare against your last battle against Necromon?" "Same as always" "That bad eh?" Whyit rolled his eyes, they were at it again. By now Whyit had lost patience with them so he began digging around in his backpack for something he could catch their attention with. Whyit dug through all the useless junk he carried around with him, on his last trip to the real world he had decided to grab things from his house to take with him...knowing that he wouldn't be comoing back. Most of it was just mementos that wouldn't mean anything to anyone else. Whyit took out his labtop, argueably the only useful thing he had thought to bring, and threw it against a tree. The sound of the shattering electonics made Ivramon and Volke shut up...for the time being. "Enough! As much as I don't want to go we are gonna head for Primary Village. Volke how many times do I have to tell you that I will not, under any circumstances, eat a digimon" "Fine, but did you really have to smash the labtop? We could have used that" "Oh yes I had to. I'm tired of losing at solitare...the computer cheats." "Whyit the computer is not cheating you just stink at solitare" "Nothing can convince me that the computer doesn't cheat...now lets get moving" "So whats the plan after primary village?" "I don't know yet I'm sure we'll figure something out" "You don't have a plan?! You don't have a plan. No one ever has a plan. Why does no one ever have a plan?" "Calm down I'll figure it out. All I know if I can't think about it on an empty stomach, Ivramon how are the eggs going?" Whyit looked down in dismay at the eggs, well you couldn't really call them eggs now. While the argueing was going on Ivramon had forgotten about the eggs and they now resembled black play doh. Ivramon looked sad while VOlked merly laughed. "Don't worry about it buddy I wasn't that hungry anyway. Besides if we get goign now we can make primary village before dinner" ------------------------------------------------------- The the journey to Primary Village wasn't much different. Ivramon and Volk argued while Whyit tried to keep the peace. By the end of the trip the two were no longer on speaking terms which suited Whyit fine. Atleast that way the baby digimon wouldn't have to listen to those to go on. When they finally passed through the village gates Whyit only saw a few humans gathered so far. He wondered if Shar and the rest of their newbi group would be there, it had been a few weeks since Whyit had last made camp with them. Whyit looked back and saw that Ivramon had run off in search of food and Volke had dissappeared to go...well Whyit was never really sure what Volke was up to. Whyit sighed in relief, finally he had some time to himself. He wondered if he should go talk with the other humans but decided not to. He didn't reconize them and he figured if they needed him would ask. Instead Whyit opted to search for a place to rest, after all he had been hiking all day. With a smile Whyit made his way to a nearby tree that looked like a nice shady resting spot. ((lol see where I ran outta time? Sorry that its all one big rant between my characters, I didn't know what else to do lol)) --------------------

harlequinn	Posted: May 2 2008, 02:18 PM
^.~ C'mon. Ya'll know me. Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,982 Member No.: 4 Joined: 6-February 05	"Oh, I wouldn't want to take your last penny, not at all!" Kaira smiled, and nodded. "And you're right, I guess it is natrual to worry. But don't say anything like that to Terra. She'll think that she's showing some kind of weakness." She giggled, softly. Grown up as she was, she was still a girl at heart. Still full of plenty of giggles, and plenty of little girl fantasties, still dreaming of Zakai every now and then, with gentle and silent well-wishes. "And as for the girlish mind...I'm a girl, and half the time I don't understand it myself!" She linked her fingers together, and rested them over her knee, smiling brightly. Then, out of nowhere. "I think we'll all have good luck soon." She nodded. ((Woo....I'm sick now. My turn! =D I blame Glory-kins. >:O )) -------------------- Check out Artifacts and it's prequal and leave a comment! Please contribute to my Johari and Nohari. Terra, Kaira, Anubis. James, Lukas. Vamprissmon.

Sharmandra	Posted: May 2 2008, 03:19 PM
Just one big quote machine. Group: Dudes Posts: 370 Member No.: 292 Joined: 7-July 07	"I'm not fine." Shar stared at the ground as he muttered these words to himself, trying to fixate on a single object as his vision slowly sharpened from the pain induced blur it previously was. "One more round." Katanamon shrugged and ran at Sharmandra and initiated a duel. One combatant was a knight, designed purely for fighting, wielding two blades with expert mastery, and a calm collected professionalism. The other was a wild teenage boy, wieldeing a massive gauntlet in one hand to catch the sword and strik his opponent, and swinging his sword less gracefully than his partner, but struck more powerfully because of the raw emotion behind his strikes. Sparks flew as sword struck glove, and the air shimmered in the wake of the icey cold of the Redeemer. A lightning fast ballad of strikes, parries, and blocks played out between the two comrades, each fighting their best, trying to best their opponent without hurting them. Sharmandra managed to latch on to one of Katanamon's swords and this time, refused to let go. The battle continued as the two beings were locked together, one's limb attached to the extention of another's. Finally, as Shar and Katanamon pressed their swords against each other, Sharmandra quickly released Katanamon's sword, jumped back, and created just enough ice in front of Katanamon's sword to prevent him from hitting him. He stared solemnly at his foe, "that's enough for now." Katanamon smiled, nodded, and dedigivolved. Suddenly, Sharmandra's shadow, Ricard, piped in, "That was bangin'! I love watching you two fight, expecially now that its pretty even. Hey Shar, remember when Katanamon used to wipe the floor with your ass? Both literally AND metaphorically?" Sharmandra walked away without responding, although at some point he lurched in a way that could have been either a shrug or a a stumble. Ricard shook his head and followed him. As Shar reached his backpack, he looked around to make sure Kotemon hadn't followed him. He hadn't. Good. He opened the bag and reached into the bottom, where his store of caffiene was. There were a few small boxes of pills left. That should last him a few months. But as he opened them, he noticed most of them were empty. SHit. He must have been spacing when he replaced the boxes. He took one of the few remaining pills and swallowed it. "Pills for the nightmares Shar?" Sharmandra jumped and turned around, surprised to see Kotemon curiously staring at him. He hated taking the pills in front of Kotemon. Someone so innocent didn't deserve to see his allie at a time when he was so weak. He never afully explained why he took them to Kote, simply saying they helped with the nightmares. "Yah. Hey, do you mind checking the campsite to make sure its all cleaned up? We're moving out soon." Kotemon jumped excitedly and began to check the campite. he loved having a job to do and going on new adventures. Sharmandra did a mental inventory as he checked his remaining supply. There wasn't much left. He'd have to restock soon. That meant going to Earth. Which was risky. He paused. He needed someone to travel with. Normally he'd ask Whyit, but he hadn't seen him much recently. He'd head back to Primary Village, see if any of his "newbie Crew" were there. At best, he could use a friend. At worst, he could use a human sheild. Either way, it was worth stopping by. Kotemon reported they were all cleaned up, so they began walking towards Primary VIllage. "Shar, are those pills whywe never get atttacked by the Nightmare Beast?" Sharmandra looked back at him, knowing the answer was no. "Yes, yes it is." As they walked, Sharmandra began thinking. The reason he had never summonned a Beast was because Shar WAS his own nightmare. Noone else would ever have to face it, but at the cost that Shar would always face it. This was a cost Sharmandra paid willingly. --------------------------------------- A few hours later, nearing Primary Village, Sharmandra saw a familiar figure. Whyit. As he walked up to him, he noticed Whyit was gently asleep, smiling peacefully. It was a shame that Sharmandra couldn't remember peaceful sleeping. The closest to peace for Sharmandra was a dream that was simply empty and quite, dreamless and devoid of activity. He sat down against a tree across from Whyit and waited silently for his friend to wake up. ------------------------------------------------- (THis is like, at a different time, this happening at night and the above part happening in the day) Veritas stood crouched in a high branch of the tree, watching as the travelers walked past him, feebly using flashlights, breathing heavily with fear. They were too nervous to be Wielders, they were simply people who had accidentally wandered through a portal and were trying to find their way home. Perfect targets. He pointed forward, ahead of the group to the dark shadowy figure next to him, it nodded and blended into the darkness. He then jumped out of the \tree, landing silently behind the travelers. "Scuse me gentlemen." He chuckled as the group jumped in fright and turned to him, fearing he was a Nightmare Beast. "Did I scare you? Oh, trust me, I'm not worth being scared of. However, he is." veritas nodded past the group, who all focused their attention on what he gestured towards. Blocking the groups passage was a small dark figure, barely visible in the darkness. All that was clear were four small, yellow eyes on its shoulders. As one traveler worked up the courage to shine the light at the figure, it rose a hand and the light went out. "No need to see him, is there?" The group focused their attention back on Veritas. "In case we aren't clear. I'm robbing you. And, in case we aren't clear, Im not a soft-hearted prick, and neither is my friend, and both of us are VERY dangerous. He's Ravenmon by the way." Veritas tossed a bag towards the travelers. "Fill it with rations and whatever goods you have. No jewelry or money, I'm talkin survival suplies. You may keep one flashlight and one meal for each of you." One stepped forward, "And what if we just keep some stuff and don't tell you?" Veritras began laughing hysterically, "Wow, its not very often I et the stupid ones. Well, if you were gonna try sneak soem extra supplies, you probly wouldn't have told me, would you? You're all scared. I'm telling you now, I won't hurt you if you do what I say." "He tells the truth" Ravenmon's quite, echoey voice gave off a sense of certainty, so the travelers filled the bag and stepped away from it. Veritas motioned towards it, and the dark figure stepped into the shadows and reappeared next to it, grabbing the bag and leaping up into the trees. "Toss me your flashlight for a second." As one of the travelers did, he motioned with the light in a direction different from the trail the group followed. "Walk that way for a little while, you'll find another path, at the end of it there MAY be a portal. Better hurry just to be safe." With this he tossed the flashlight back to the man who gave it to him and leaped gracefully and silently into the air, dissapearing in the canopy of trees. ((Am I allowed to make a Sphere for my bad guy?)) -------------------- Myspace.com/insanityinc, AIM: Certified4Psycho. CLICK HIM OR HE'LL DIE! urrently Working on: Lost in Sorrow, featuring the artistic talents of Jose, and the musical contributions of Audiomuse. Link to the site soon. "I've tried before I'll try again, whatever I can to get you out of my head And I've said it once I've said it twice, I will not go quitely into this night" A song I'm working on.

Whyit	Posted: May 2 2008, 06:05 PM
Bah... I am in NO way inferior to this so-called Demon King Group: Dudes Posts: 187 Member No.: 383 Joined: 28-January 08	In these troubled times one might expect Whyit's dreams to be filled with unimaginable nightmares or atleast something that held a cryptic clue to the Whyit's future. However that was not the case, like always Whyit's dreams were like an episode of the Loony Toons or something similar. In this dream Whyit and Ivramon were riding in a mine cart and throwing TNT crates at a variety of woodland creatures. Whyit smiled, it was good that his dreams hadn't been affected by the horrors of reality. Whyit soon found himself drifting back awake when he sensed movement beside him. He opened one eye lazily and flashed Shar a toothy grin. "I hope I haven't been keeping you waiting to long my friend. Somehow I thought I'd bump into you here, I've been hearing rumours a bunch of weilders were seen heading to Primary Village. You wouldn't happen to know whats going on would you?" Whyit said as he rubbed his eyes and sat up straught. Whyit wondered where Ivramon and Volke were off too but as long as they weren't getting into trouble he felt no need to go off and look for them. Besides, it had been awhile since Whyit last saw Shar and he was wondering what his friend had been up to. Whyit glanced over to the other wielders with a curiouse expression on his face. Unlike himself and Shar these weilders looked like seasons vetrens and their gathering here surley wasn't concedence. Something was going down, that much Whyit was sure of. --------------------

Sharmandra	Posted: May 2 2008, 06:22 PM
Just one big quote machine. Group: Dudes Posts: 370 Member No.: 292 Joined: 7-July 07	Sharmandra shrugged, "Whatevers going down, I wasn't invited. Look man, I need a favor. I'm going to Earth for supplies. I was gonna see if anyone wanted to join me. We can get some food, medicine, visit home, whatever. Maybe we could pick up the rest of the newbie crew. Please man, can you help?" -------------------- Myspace.com/insanityinc, AIM: Certified4Psycho. CLICK HIM OR HE'LL DIE! urrently Working on: Lost in Sorrow, featuring the artistic talents of Jose, and the musical contributions of Audiomuse. Link to the site soon. "I've tried before I'll try again, whatever I can to get you out of my head And I've said it once I've said it twice, I will not go quitely into this night" A song I'm working on.

Whyit	Posted: May 2 2008, 09:07 PM
Bah... I am in NO way inferior to this so-called Demon King Group: Dudes Posts: 187 Member No.: 383 Joined: 28-January 08	Whyit looked at Shar thoughtfully. He honestly wanted to help his friend but he didn't want to expose him to the Necromon threat. Plus Whyit was curiouse what all the wielders were doing here. "Too be honest I don't see what help I can be at this point. Anyway I think we should figure out what everyone else is doing here before we plan our next move. Besides it wasn't long ago since my last trip to Earth, their isn't much left there for us. Only memories remain." Whyit said as he once more glanced at the other weilders. --------------------

Luna	Posted: May 2 2008, 09:50 PM
Missie teh Awesomeness! Group: Celestial One Posts: 2,100 Member No.: 2 Joined: 6-February 05	Denzel nodded, letting out a long sigh. "I really hope so, I have a bad feeling we'll need it." He told her with a dark undertone, knowing just how bad of a situation the universe was in. Something grim was coming, and Denzel knew it. "So, yeah. Uh, what's up?" -------------------- "What chores these churls do put upon the great, What chains, what harness; the unfettered mind, At dawn, in all directions flying blind Yet certain, might accomplish, might create What all men must consult or contemplate" ~Mine the Harvest, Edna St. Vincent Millay .Luna.Denzel.Lillith.Cae. Blinkie thing made by Blaze, and BlackGatomon Plushie was made by Shikaru! Thanks you guys!

Sharmandra	Posted: May 3 2008, 08:10 AM
Just one big quote machine. Group: Dudes Posts: 370 Member No.: 292 Joined: 7-July 07	Sharmandra paused and looked at Whyit, "Mhm... where have you been Whyit? Whenever things got tough, we always had our allies to fall back on, and you were one of them. Then you just up and dissapeared. What happenned?" -------------------- Myspace.com/insanityinc, AIM: Certified4Psycho. CLICK HIM OR HE'LL DIE! urrently Working on: Lost in Sorrow, featuring the artistic talents of Jose, and the musical contributions of Audiomuse. Link to the site soon. "I've tried before I'll try again, whatever I can to get you out of my head And I've said it once I've said it twice, I will not go quitely into this night" A song I'm working on.

Whyit	Posted: May 3 2008, 08:49 AM
Bah... I am in NO way inferior to this so-called Demon King Group: Dudes Posts: 187 Member No.: 383 Joined: 28-January 08	Whyit shrugged, he knew the newbi crew didn't need him as much as Shar made it sound like they did. "It came to a point where I would have become more of a burden then a help Shar. Besides the crew seems to have held up well enough without me, I just have my own demons to vanquish before I can fully return." Whyit said as a brief image of Necromon flashed through his mind. Should he tell Shar about Necromon? No that would put Shar and the rest of the crew in danger, besides they all had their own problems. At the moment Necromon only seemed interested in hunting Whyit, and Whyit wanted to keep it that way. If Necromon targeted other weilders then his chaos woudl know no boundries. --------------------

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