Digimon: Unity of the Five [PG/M-16] [Chapter 9 is in the hizzay]

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

We are all sadists. Some more than other, but we're all a little bit sadistic.

[The Warden]

It seemed appropriate for the group to do

[//Zeromaru//]

I finally got around to reading it. :) All I can say is... Awesome.

Oh and hurry up. :D

[The Warden]

I do it at my own pace, you can't rush a miracle because you get bad miracles.

[Nexev]

Good thing your not a kid.

 

Your a parasitic being from space.

 

Otherwise I might have to be concerned.

[The Warden]

Indeed so, maybe I should better word that previous sentence, but ixnay on the arasite pay..

[The Warden]

Princess Toadstool, I know you're frightened and so misguided. Cause if you you knew just why you're here, your fear would just be heightened. Princess Toadstool, you're not so clever would you say it better, all your words are alphabet soup, a picture tells it better.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 3]

Chapter 3: Something May Just Happen, and Perhaps Somebody’s Boob Pops Out

 

Alex had taken to bringing ‘Timmy’ with him to work to keep the little knight out of trouble at home.

 

It had been tense; nothing had happened for the past few days, the overall feeling of an attack was becoming overwhelming on the group.

 

Alex inserted the key into the look and twisted it, releasing the lock and opening the door. He stretched with a grunt whilst ProtoKnightmon cleaned his boots on the small welcome mat at the door.

 

Alex scratched a certain spot as he entered the kitchen, finding a small note on the fridge.

 

‘Working late tonight, be back at around 11. Dinner for you and Timmy is in the fridge, microwave it for about three minutes.

 

~Love Mom’

 

Alex smiled as he found two bowls of pasta in the fridge. He grabbed them both and moved to the microwave, bunging them both in and setting the counter to four minutes.

 

‘The note said three minutes’ ProtoKnightmon noted. ‘I like my pasta a bit overdone’ Alex answered.

 

He stretched again as he made his way into his room. He was stopped at the door, as was ProtoKnightmon when he got to it.

 

Mauler was lying on his bed, in a position he deemed comfortable. His cap was lowered over his eyes, yet you could be certain that they were looking at Alex and ProtoKnightmon. ‘Nice digs ya got here’ Mauler remarked.

 

‘This is just like that human fairy tale, Beardilocks and the three Humes’ ProtoKnightmon commented.

 

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Alex demanded.

 

Mauler twisted his cap back to the normal position and pushed himself off the bed, landing on both feet. ‘Animal control and certain units of the police are searching the area for a bear that is loose in the city. I’m merely hiding out until it blows over’ he explained.

 

‘Then why come here?’ Alex demanded.

 

Mauler knowingly smiled at them both. ‘Well, I figured you wouldn’t mind me staying here’ he stated.

 

‘I’m afraid we do’ ProtoKnightmon countered.

 

Mauler smiled again and sat on Alex’s bed. ‘Pity that, I’m pretty sure animal control would be very interested in a talking bear, not to mention the names that bear happened to know’ Mauler replied.

 

‘You magnificent bastard’ Alex exclaimed.

 

‘This is flat out, erm’ ProtoKnightmon began.

 

‘Extortion? Blackmail perhaps?’ Mauled finished for him.

 

Alex grunted with annoyance, the damn bear knew stuff, it wouldn’t help if he got caught. ‘Fine, you can stay here until it blows over, you’ll be sleeping in the cupboard of course’ Alex decided.

 

Mauled raised one of his fingers, which could be translated to a thumbs up. ‘I want more than that, I want to join your gang’ he decided.

 

‘What?’ they both asked.

 

Mauled nodded proudly. ‘Sure, I’ll join your gang, you need a beefcake like me anyways’ Mauled continued.

 

‘Don’t flatter yourself, if Dennis heard you referring to yourself as a beefcake he’d eat you’ Alex said icily.

 

‘Who’s he, the big fat guy?’ Mauler inquired, holding his arms out like imaginary fatness.

 

‘Yes, of course, I’m sure he’s more muscle than fat, but we’ll see. I’ll call the guys, we’ll schedule your hazing for tomorrow’ Alex stated.

 

‘Hazing?’ Mauler inquired, his eyebrow(?) raised.

 

It was Alex’s turn for a knowing smile. ‘You have no idea’ he stated.

 

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Seraphimon’s rest had already worn off as he remained slumped in is chair. Ophanimon was sitting next to him, helping to maintain the war zones.

 

Ophanimon cocked her head slightly. ‘Did you hear that?’ she inquired.

 

Seraphimon’s looked at her. ‘Hear what?’ he inquired.

 

Ophanimon cocked her head again for the noise. ‘There it is again, it’s purring’ she remarked.

 

A loud purr resonated in the room. ‘I see what you mean’ he commented.

 

‘The ocean moon shines upon an empty sky’ an irritably high voice remarked.

 

They both turned around for the intruder. ‘Oh no, why him?’ Seraphimon pleaded.

 

They were both facing an odd man in a fluorescent pink tuxedo. He had an irremovable grin plastered to his face, showing two pointed teeth. His eyes hidden by both mirrored sunglasses and a pink top hat, which had cards stuck to the side by a band. His long pink tail flicked about. The man had elegant pink gloves, which rested on an enormous battleaxe with a heart shaped blade.

 

‘Carrollmon, explain your presence’ Seraphimon demanded.

 

Carrollmon kept smiling at them, it was irritating. ‘The fallen ones Element the plot, they’re Raging across the fallen world, destined to recycle. The One who will save us all, resides in The Dark’ he stated.

 

Seraphimon slammed his fist on the armrest. ‘Enough of your damn riddles, explain your presence or leave’ he ordered.

 

Carrollmon merely smiled as he began to vanish. Bit by bit until his smile hung in the air, until it vanished too.

 

‘Why we allow that damn creature to roam freely is beyond me’ Seraphimon angrily stated.

 

Ophanimon raised her hand. ‘Calm yourself Seraphimon, lest you end up like Daemon, demon of rage’ she chided.

 

Seraphimon released his fist. ‘That damn creatures irritates me, and the lack of sleep makes it worse’ he said.

 

‘Then you should rest again, and for the matter of Carrollmon, he likes games. He thinks this war is a story, offering us a riddle means he knows something we do not in order to further the plot’ she explained.

 

‘The nonsense he speaks, what did he mean then?’ Seraphimon inquired.

 

‘Well, he used the words ‘Element’, ‘Raging’, ‘One’, ‘The’ and ‘Dark and as if they were names’ Ophanimon noted.

 

‘Element Raging?’ Seraphimon considered, but he knew. ‘The Raging Elementals’ they realized, The Dark One forgotten.

 

‘Search for Digital life signatures in the human world’ Ophanimon demanded.

 

‘Yes milady’ a nearby Angemon saluted and typed rapidly, an image of the human world appearing on screen. Small flickering lights appeared on screen, however, on one part of the world were different coloured lights.

 

‘Black, red, green, brown and blue. It is them’ Seraphimon cried.

 

‘But, Digitama exiled to the human world can only be awakened by their hand’ Ophanimon stated.

 

‘Impossible, it usually takes weeks or months to locate a suitable partner, the chances of locating them so soon is one in a million’ Seraphimon added.

 

‘That’s still better than any state lottery’ one of the Digimon cut in.

 

‘We’ll need to do something drastic, prepares the troops, we’ll need to erase the Elementals and their humans before they can interfere’ Seraphimon concluded.

 

‘Do you believe that to be the best course of action?’ a voice inquired.

 

From the doorway strode an enormous white knight. His armoured gleamed on him, as did the dragon and wolf headed arms he possessed. His red cape kept perfectly still.

 

‘That do you suggest we do Omnimon?’ Ophanimon inquired.

 

Omnimon folded his arms and observed the monitor. ‘Even if the Raging Elementals have been born, they would be at their Rookie level at best. They hardly constitute a threat. However, to make sure, we will send a lone troop in to investigate. I suggest an Apemon’ Omnimon answered.

 

Seraphimon sighed and rose from his chair. ‘Do as you must’ he stated and walked out.

 

‘I will never understand what is going on in that head of his’ Ophanimon remarked.

 

Omnimon helped himself to Seraphimon’s seat, it reshaped to his body. ‘There is a rhyme to every reason, I’m sure we’ll understand in time’ he answered.

 

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By the next day, Alex, ProtoKnightmon and Mauler had made it to the shed, they were first to arrive. The others arrived shortly after that, each with their partner.

 

‘So we heard you want to join our gang’ Pyro said to Mauler. ‘Yes I do’ the bear replied.

 

‘Well, to do so, you must pass our five hazes, each one directed by one of us’ Tyson explained.

 

‘Sounds simple, what’s the first haze?’ Mauler inquired.

 

Dennis stepped forward, allowing Mauler to see how big he was, his earlier pride vanishing. ‘Your first is a test of determination. You must reach in and remove the tennis ball Dennis hid in his naval’ Alex explained.

 

Mauled looked at Alex, hoping it was a joke. He looked with disgust and Dennis’ glistening gut, however, he reached forward and inserted one finger into the naval. With morbid curiosity Mauler dug in with his entire hand. It was warm and full of fluff, he managed to secure his hand around a round object.

 

Mauler pulled back until he arm was released with a sucking noise. Mauler’s hand was closed around. ‘An apple?’ Mauler inquired, looking at it. ‘Not a tennis ball, dig around again’ Alex coaxed him.

 

With more determination Mauler dug in again, ignoring Dennis’ rumbling chuckles. He found another object and removed it. It was (thankfully) the tennis ball. ‘How the hell did that fit in there?’ Mauler inquired.

 

They all shrugged. ‘We don’t know really, one day I gave the keys to Dennis before leaving. When I returned I asked them where they were. He stuck a fat finger into there and pulled them out again. He’s been using it as storage ever since’ Tyson explained.

 

‘We think there is a pocket dimension in there’ Pyro added.

 

Mauler looked with disdain at Dennis before dropping the ball. ‘Next?’ he inquired.

 

Diane smiled as she escorted Mauler into the shed. ‘What is this?’ Mauler inquired. ‘A test of endurance’ Alex answered. ‘You mean I have to resist making love to her supple and sexy body?’ Mauler inquired.

 

They looked at him dumbly. ‘Never thought of that, make a note of that Tyson’ Alex ordered. Tyson pulled out a small notebook and scribbled something down.

 

Diane smiled as they entered the shed. ‘Don’t be silly Mauler, this is my ‘talk until you wanna commit suicide torture’ Diane answered brightly.

 

Mauler’s eyes shrank as he raced for the door, only to have it shut and dead bolted in his face. ‘See you in an hour’ Alex called.

 

There were scratching noises on the other side of the door.

 

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Alex, Pyro, Gentlemon, Tyson and ProtoKnightmon were sitting in a circle with a hand of five cards each. DaTsukaimon, Notusmon and Tortmon were watching from the sidelines.

 

Gentlemon was laughing smugly. ‘This game is at an end, you gave me the ace, I have a royal flush’ he declared dramatically, revealing his hand to the ace, king, queen, jack and ten of hearts.

 

‘Man, how is he doing that, I’m shuffling the deck’ Pyro exclaimed. This was interrupted by banging on the door.

 

‘How long has it been?’ Alex inquired. Tyson looked down at his watch. ‘Twenty minutes’ Tyson added. ‘He’s a tough one; they usually start banging by the first five minutes’ Alex commented.

 

The game continued on, involving a bizarre game where everyone all got royal flushes. What, not strange? They were all hearts royal flushes, yeah, ‘strange’.

 

The sound of banging had died out after ten minutes, to be replaced by gentle rhythmic sobbing.

 

‘I wonder if she’s started talking about shoes yet’ Pyro wondered. ‘Nah, that’s one of her openers to crush their spirit early’ Alex replied.

 

Finally the hour was up, Alex opened the locks and Diane strode out, she was sucking down a bottle of water. ‘If you want him, he’s in the ‘corner’ she said.

 

They all walked into the shed, Mauler was indeed in the ‘corner’. He was sitting there with his legs tucked in and his arms hugging them. He was muttering something slowly.

 

‘Did you talk about periods?’ Pyro inquired. Diane smiled knowingly and tapped the side of her nose. ‘Poor guy’ Tyson remarked.

 

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Once Mauler had managed to pull himself together, it was time for the next trial. ‘So what is the next ‘trial’ Mauler inquired with finger quotes.

 

The humans didn’t really answer. ‘There aren’t anymore, we expected you to crack at Diane’s challenge’ Tyson answered.

 

Mauler’s eye twitched. ‘What?’ he managed to croak out.

 

‘Yeah, we don’t really receive applicants, so we don’t have actual tests, because we’re willing to take anyone really. You were a special case because of the blackmail you tried to induce on us. However, since you were hard enough to suffer Diane’s wrath, you’re okay by us’ Alex admitted.

 

Mauler was silent, he couldn’t rationalize it as good or bad news. ‘Are you familiar with the term ‘two wrongs don’t make a right?’ he inquired.

 

There were some uncommitted ‘hmmms’ from the group. ‘I think I heard it once’ DaTsukaimon gurgled.

 

They all looked at the floating trash pile. ‘Anywho, now that Mauler is a part of our gang, relax’ Alex added.

 

All air of superiority vanished as Diane raced forward and tackled Mauler. She managed bring him to his (and her) knees as she hugged him tightly, her head snuggling his warm fur. ‘What is she doing?’ he gasped.

 

Tyson smiled, he always had the answer for her actions. ‘It’s a woman thing, they see something smaller and fuzzier than they are and all self control melts away to the instinct of claiming the cute object’ Tyson answered scientifically.

 

‘Can you make her stop?’ Mauler gasped as she hugged tighter.

 

‘Heel girl’ Alex ordered forcefully. She looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, her grip lessening so Mauler could breathe. ‘It looks official’ Pyro commented.

 

Mauler looked at him. ‘What is official?’ he demanded desperately.

 

Pyro grinned stupidly. ‘Quite simple, Diane has claimed you, therefore, you are now officially her jabroni’ he answered.

 

Mauler groaned, except he found Diane fondling his arms. ‘Do you work out?’ she inquired.

 

Mauler pushed her back slightly. ‘So glad you asked’ he answered and began flexing his arms. ‘Check out these bad boys’ he boasted, tensing his arm muscles.

 

‘Awwww’ Diane crooned at her little teddy bear.

 

‘Looks like you have some competition Notusmon’ ProtoKnightmon whispered to her. Notusmon made a self-satisfied humph.

 

‘So, it appears you ally yourself with these heretics?’ an angry voice snarled.

 

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Materializing in an alleyway was an enormous golden monkey creature. His golden hair blew in the gentle breeze. His small face twisted in a look of pure aggression.

 

‘What is that?’ Pyro exclaimed. Mauler tightened his little fists.

 

[spoiler=Apemon]

‘Apemon, a champion level Beast Digimon, his type is a lackey for the Virus Busters, Nightmare Soldiers and the Nature Spirits. His attacks are Mega Bone Stick, Metallic Fur and Fierce Demon Monkey Bomb. He’s not the type to quit on a fight as he relentlessly hunts down viruses on the data network; and exterminates them.’

 

~Mauler

 

 

 

‘Good to know’ Alex stated.

 

Apemon drew a large bone from nowhere and pointed it at the group. ‘I was charged with observing the threat that is the Raging Elementals, and here I see them already accepting the exiled Digimon into their fold. The answer is immediate deletion’ Apemon preached.

 

‘Stop shouting, the humans will hear you’ Gentlemon ordered.

 

Apemon laughed as he revealed a small device clinging to his armband. ‘Lord Omnimon gave me this device which creates a time field, this whole alleyway has been removed from time, eventually it will resynchronize, but until then no human is aware of this fight’ he boasted.

 

‘Then we’ll make this a fun fight’ ProtoKnightmon decided, drawing his blade and leaping forward, along with the other four. ‘Not joining us?’ ProtoKnightmon inquired of Mauler.

 

‘No, you play your dirty fighting strategy, I prefer to fight one on one’ Mauler answered with disgust.

 

‘Suit yourself, attack!’ ProtoKnightmon commanded. ‘Toxic Stew’ DaTsukaimon hissed, heaving up corrosive chemicals all over the area surrounding Apemon. He watched in disgust as some of the spew splattered on his foot.

 

He yelped in surprise at it began burning his foot, leaving a small burn mark.

 

‘Ping-Pong Koopa Cannon’ Tortmon cried, withdrawing into his shell and firing a stream of water in an attempt to tackle Apemon. The ape was prepared for this as he swung with his bone, knocking Tortmon straight into Notusmon and Gentlemon, knocking all three out.

 

‘No matter how many you have, you can’t amount to my power’ Apemon boasted.

 

ProtoKnightmon growled furiously and charged forward. ‘Proto Shield Buckler’ he shouted, hiding behind his shield and picking up speed.

 

‘Mega Bone Stick’ Apemon countered, sweeping his bone weapon and slamming ProtoKnightmon. The swing caught him by the waist and sent him straight into a wall, sending cracks along the impact zone.

 

Apemon smirked as he looked at the humans. ‘By order of Lord Omnimon, those in contact with the Raging Elementals will be destroyed’ he preached.

 

‘You wouldn’t hurt a pretty and innocent girl would you?’ Diane pouted in her best girly-girl manner.

 

Apemon laughed at her charade. ‘Admirable effort temptress, but I see through your lies’ Apemon laughed.

 

He was immediately tossed to his side as Mauler tackled him. ‘Cheap attack’ Apemon hissed and kicked at him furiously. The small bear was kicked away and rolled on the ground, yet he still got back up.

 

‘Heh, I thought the Virus Busters were better training their troops, you’re a disgrace’ he mocked.

 

Apemon cringed at those harsh words. ‘I’LL SHOW YOU’ he screamed and furiously struck with his bone, which Mauler nimbly dodged.

 

Alex took to this distraction as a blessing as he made his way to ProtoKnightmon. He was barely picking himself up off the ground as he made it to his knees. ‘Timmy’ Alex stated.

 

ProtoKnightmon laughed with irony at the gesture. ‘Cute, I overestimated my own power here. Being reborn sapped away all the power I had in my original form’ ProtoKnightmon admitted.

 

Alex nodded as he held out his left hand. ‘This isn’t a one man show, if we do this, we do this together’ he proclaimed.

 

It almost felt as if ProtoKnightmon smiled as he grabbed Alex’s left hand with his right. ‘Together’ he vowed.

 

Bright light emitted from the crossing of hands, distracting everyone as Alex’s left hand glew brightly. Fragments of data surrounded it as a gauntlet began to form on his hand. The gauntlet was made from soft tanned leather. More data coalesced as the top half become jointed claws, running down to the top of the hand, where a small screen was built. Data was running across the screen, until the words ‘Digivolve OK’ appeared.

 

‘A Digi-gauntlet’ Apemon exclaimed.

 

ProtoKnightmon picked himself up. ‘Ready Alex?’ he inquired. Alex nodded in kind. ‘Ready ProtoKnightmon’ he replied.

Alex clenched his left hand in front of him into a fist, causing black energy to ignite on it. He extended his hand and swung it to the left, causing a circle of black energy to appear. ‘Digivolution Energize’ he announced.

 

The black circle snaked across and around ProtoKnightmon, sealing him in a black sphere. ‘ProtoKnightmon’ ProtoKnightmon cried, the sphere unleashing a wave of black energy as it grew larger. ‘Digivolve to LunaKnightmon’ he cried.

 

The sphere shattered in a wave of energy. Staring down Apemon was a tall knight in thin silver armour. His helmet was slightly jagged with two bars on either side resembling flat horns. Slung across his back was a large silver claymore, the guard was shaped like a crescent moon.

 

Apemon didn’t remain distracted as he ran forward, LunaKnightmon not acting at all. ‘Mega Bone Stick’ he cried, swinging his bone downwards.

 

In a swift movement LunaKnightmon was behind the ape, his sword in hand. Apemon watched as the bone broke in half, disintegrating into data.

 

He didn’t get the chance to turn as LunaKnightmon drew light energy into his blade and twisting around, his blade running through the midsection of Apemon.

 

The crescent that was unleashed slammed into the wall in front of him and cut through it.

 

LunaKnightmon neatly sheathed his sword behind his back as Apemon’s torso crashed to the ground, the two halves disintegrating and destroying the small device.

 

He returned to ProtoKnightmon in a flash of light, the data returning to Alex’s gauntlet. ProtoKnightmon pat the small sheathed sword at his side as he addressed the others. ‘That’s how you kill a f**king moron’ he declared.

 

They all cheered for him, even Mauler, although it was half-hearted. Alex’s gauntlet beeped loudly, causing him to observe the screen. Data of Apemon appeared, indicating certain aspect such as appearance, attribute and level. ‘What’s this?’ he inquired.

 

He lowered it down to ProtoKnightmon who read the screen. ‘I absorbed Apemon when I destroyed, De-Digivolving released the data I had absorbed and stored it in the gauntlet’ he answered.

 

‘Meaning?’ Alex pressed. ‘Meaning that I am a smidgeon stronger and able to call upon his attacks should the need arise. But, since my attacks are stronger than his, it won’t be necessary’ ProtoKnightmon answered.

 

Pyro strutted forward and slapped Alex on the back. ‘Good job Krieger’ he congratulated. Dennis was amused by this and slapped Alex on the back as well, however, it was too hard and he was tossed to the ground.

 

Everyone had a good laugh, no one noticed that the fabric on the gauntlet had extended by two millimeters.

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

As always, nice chapter. You've really designed Mauler the way I'd like him to be.

 

The only thing he needs now is a bottle of fine, strong Sake. ;)

[The Warden]

I am quite creative, like my Digivice design?

[Nexev]

Cool device, the fabric thing thing is llikley a Cheakov.

 

But why was a Nightmare solider under the command of a virus buster group.

 

Or something like that.

 

Hooray for Carrollmon, the best part of him is that he's basically The Wizard That Did It.

 

Any plot hole can easily be blamed on him.

 

But now Mauler needs a Tamer.

 

If Carrolmon had one things would get interesting but that you probbaly have a better plan.

[The Warden]

You would be his partner I assume? Also, you didn't read the Analyzer did you. Apemon is from the Virus Busters, Nature Spirits and Nightmare Soldier families. Also, Mauler may get a partner, maybe not. My choice really.

 

Also, I gave definate names to Carrollmon's attacks, except the part about splitting himself, that is kinda stupid really.

[fenrir]

I pity Mauler. I've experienced that torture first hand. ;-;

[Nexev]

Spliting himself is actually powerful.

 

If only because the parts can float and act on their own will.

 

Anyway I don't expect being his partner.

 

Him having a partner wouldn't make much sense.

 

But if he had one the guy would have to be pretty damn crazy for them to understand eachother.

[The Warden]

You just said that he was the Wizard that Did it, it would be inexplicable but possible with Carrollmon.

[Nexev]

Interesting.

 

So why did the war start again?

[The Warden]

A wizard did it

[The Warden]

Blah blah, chapter blah. Blah blah blah chapter four blah. Blah blah blah? Blah.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 4]

Chapter 4: Black Wolf’s Claw

 

Alex and ‘Timmy’ were at home early after work. They had joined Celia on the couch to watch the news, something Alex had taken an interest in after the mysterious disappearance of Emerio Vandez that had been reported on the news a while back.

 

The news reader shuffled some papers as he received a new sheet of paper by one of staff. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

 

‘This apparently just in; gang violence has begun to increase in Specter City after recent criminal activity by the notorious Black Wolves Gang. Witnesses and video evidence has proven that they were responsible for the television thefts three days ago. Police are inquiring to the location of this gang’s territory and base, but many of the inquired are not divulging. Police are now seeking any information the public can provide. Now over to sports’ the news caster read.

 

Celia was still engrossed by the news, but ‘Timmy’ saw the stern look on Alex’s face. ‘I’m going out’ he said in a brittle way.

 

He rose from the couch and marched to his room, where he obtained the gauntlet he had hidden in the deep recesses of his sock drawer. ‘We’re leaving’ he said to ‘Timmy’.

 

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Naturally, Alex and ProtoKnightmon had met up with the others at the shed. The door had been dead-bolted from the inside and the light off, allowing only the moon’s light to shine in.

 

Gentlemon’s flaming body also provided slight illumination. ‘This is ridiculous, there is no way that Fenrir would order his gang to steal’ Pyro protested.

 

They all nodded in agreement. ‘There has to be some mistake, the Black Wolves wouldn’t stoop to something so low’ Diane agreed.

 

‘But the evidence is all there, despite our personal feelings, Fenrir did it’ Tyson countered.

 

‘Not necessarily’ Gentlemon interjected. They all looked at the little noble, he must’ve known something. ‘What do you mean?’ Pyro inquired.

 

Gentlemon smirked at them. ‘You say this ‘Fenrir’ person is quite honourable no? Well, I’m pretty sure an honourable person would not go around stealing televisions, unless directed to do so’ he explained.

‘You mean someone or something is influencing him?’ Tyson inquired.

 

Gentlemon nodded, his little hat tipping slightly. ‘Yes, in the olden days, Digimon and humans could in fact transport to and from the Digital World by Digi-ports, the main medium of this port being computers or televisions’ he continued.

 

‘So that means a Digimon is influencing him into creating a new bridge between our world and this ‘Digital World’ Tyson concluded, rising from his stool.

 

Gentlemon raised his index finger. ‘Precisely, of course, the Digimon in question needs some consideration’ he added.

 

This time Pyro smirked knowingly. ‘That would be quite simple, the Black Wolves are all wolf fanatics, some a little too far into the furry persuasion’ he explained this time.

 

‘So, you’re saying that the Digimon controlling him would be a wolf or wolfish Digimon?’ Gentlemon inquired.

 

Pyro nodded. ‘Yes, I’ve known Fenrir for a while, he went on so much about wolves, used to piss me off a lot’ Pyro answered.

 

Gentlemon nodded as he climbed onto Tyson’s abandoned stool. He crossed his little legs and thought slowly. ‘To my records, there are several wolf Digimon. As follows they are: Gabumon, BlackGabumon, Psychemon, Gabumon X, Garurumon, BlackGarurumon, Gururumon, Garurumon X, WereGarurumon, BlackWereGarurumon, WereGarurumon X, MetalGarurumon, BlackMetalGarurumon, MetalGarurumon X’ he stated.

 

‘What about the Gaomon and Cerberumon lines?’ Notusmon inquired.

 

‘Nah, they’re more dog than wolf’ Gentlemon answered.

 

‘Quite an extensive list, can we shorten it maybe?’ Alex suggested. ‘Well, Fenrir liked black wolves, dunno why, brown seemed nice, as did white’ Pyro answered.

 

Gentlemon nodded with this. ‘Well, then the likeliest choice of Digimon interfering with your friend would be a BlackGarurumon, I doubt it would be nay higher, an ultimate wouldn’t act as smartly’ he concluded.

 

‘Okay, a BlackGarurumon is interfering with Fenrir and the Black Wolves. So, looks like it is up to us to stop him before the authorities do’ Alex decided.

 

‘Yeah’ the others chanted. ‘Tyson, get out the map’ Alex ordered.

 

Tyson walked over to a chest cunningly hidden under several layers of dirt and dust. It opened with a creak and he withdrew a large rolled up poster.

 

The desk was cleared as the poster was opened atop it, using small weights to keep it from rolling back up. On the map were many black lines drawn in what was probably marker pen.

 

‘What’s this?’ ProtoKnightmon inquired, pointing to marked lines. ‘This map is the current established map of territories in Specter City. Each of the marked areas are the territories belonging to rival gangs’ Pyro answered.

 

‘You know, map aside, it feels as if we’re missing something’ Diane noticed. They all looked around for the missing piece. ‘Where’s Mauler?’ Notusmon realized.

 

By this time, they actually noticed the banging on the door. Each lock was undone and the door was opened to a rather pissed-off bear. ‘Fifteen minutes, fifteen god damned minutes I’ve been banging on that door’ he growled and entered the shed.

 

‘We were having an in-depth discussion’ Tyson stated as Mauler took a seat on the chest. He folded his arms and kept his angry face.

 

‘As I was saying, this map shows the territories of the gangs in Specter City, each gang has one. It’s just a pain whenever there are land grabs going on, requiring every map to be updated’ Pyro continued.

 

‘So we’re using this map to locate the Black Wolves right?’ Gentlemon inquired. ‘Aye, the issue is that the Black Wolves are on the other side of town. They’re an early gang, so they managed to claim some unused warehouses by the docks’ Alex answered.

 

‘Tis a pity, if I were my gorgeous true self, I could fly us over there in a jiffy’ Notusmon cut in. ‘Oh, gorgeous you say?’ Pyro inquired.

 

Notusmon nodded. ‘Yes indeed, the beautiful Pazuricciamon, the great temptress of the skies. All the men wanted me and my fabulous body. Of course, I had to point out where my eyes were whenever they were hypnotized by my beyond D sized breasts’ she bragged.

 

This bragging had a curious effect as small pools of drool formed at the mouths of Alex, Pyro, Tyson and Dennis. ‘Men, I bet they’re thinking about titties right now’ Diane pouted, grabbing her own chest.

 

‘I got breasts right here yet they never look at mine, do you know how hard it is to maintain conversation when they are paying attention’ she continued to nobody in particular.

 

‘What were we talking about again?’ Tyson asked as his stupor expired.

 

Diane did a soft face palm. ‘We’re trying to save the reputation of Fenrir by kicking the ass off of whatever Digimon is controlling him’ she said slowly.

‘Errr, right. So, I guess we’re walking’ Alex decided. ‘You do know we’re at legal driving age right?’ Tyson inquired.

 

‘You? You need a frigging booster seat to see over the steering wheel’ Pyro joked. He laughed loudly at his joke, Dennis joined to, but that doesn’t really count.

 

‘Well, I can always get a lift there’ Diane added. ‘How?’ Alex inquired.

 

Diane smiled, in a sexual way (sexy smiles anyone?) ‘You forget my poor yet naïve Alex. I got more legs than a bucket of friend chicken’ she smirked. ‘I’ll get us there in no time’ she added.

 

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It took them two acts of Diane showing off her silky smooth, supple, creamy white *drools* Erm, sorry about that. *Wipes drools away* It took Diane two acts of showing herself off to get transport to the docks.

 

(Can’t believe I forgot to give them cars, course, Pyro has a motorbike. Dennis is too stupid; Tyson really does need a booster seat but won’t admit it. Alex doesn’t need a car really and Diane’s is in the shop, yep, hitchhiking ftw).

 

The chilling air rippled about, the waves gently rippling as well from each sweeping wind. The group silently moved about the docks, so they wouldn’t alert any of the Black Wolves.

 

‘Their main warehouse is number eighteen’ Pyro whispered. They all nodded covertly as they split up, Diane taking Mauler with her as he had little choice.

 

Pyro and Gentlemon took the direct root to eighteen, noting how none of the Black Wolves were on guard. ‘Odd, Fenrir would have guards posted at all times’ Pyro whispered.

 

‘Maybe they’re doing another raid’ Gentlemon whispered back. ‘Possibly’ Pyro noted.

 

As they neared the shed, Gentlemon felt an evil presence. ‘It seems I was right, I can detect the foul stench of a BlackGarurumon. It isn’t hard to miss; it’s a combination of wet dog and scorched hairs’ Gentlemon whispered back.

 

The large door of generic warehouse eighteen was opened, but it betrayed no hint of activity. The intrepid duo peaked in, to find many of the stolen TVs all lined up in a curious way. In the centre of the circle was Fenrir.

 

Fenrir was a well cut man, preferring to wear a black tank-top that fit well to his muscled structure. His arms were thick with muscle, as were his legs. He wore oddly combat style pants, with the green and brown camouflage pattern. His hair is not so much cut as molded, it is always kept short. His face was handsome, showing signs of cunning. A large cut was on his face, it seemed recent.

 

‘No sign of the Digimon’ Pyro whispered and entered through the door, despite Gentlemon’s protests. The little noble had no choice but to follow.

 

‘Well, it appears my old friend; the Lord Pyro is still not above snooping around’ Fenrir said sinisterly as Pyro sauntered forwards. ‘Indeed, and I had thought you were above stealing, guess I was wrong’ Pyro answered.

 

Fenrir laughed, it was hollow. ‘Stealing is such an ugly word’ Fenrir stated with his hands raised to chest height, giving Pyro a good look at the man’s left hand. It was a Digi-gauntlet exactly like Alex’s, but it seemed different somehow. The screen wasn’t flickering at all, it was dead silent. It also produced an ominous air.

 

‘Nice toy Fenny, never knew that power gloves were back in season’ Pyro mocked.

 

Fenrir looked at the glove, which he reacted to by sticking his hands behind his back. ‘It’s not mine; I’m just holding it for a ‘friend’ he answered.

 

‘And what friend is this?’ Pyro inquired. ‘Me’ a rough voice answered. Pyro and Gentlemon turned wildly to the voice.

 

Literally from the shadows did a black and white wolf pad forward.

 

[spoiler=BlackGarurumon]

 

‘A Digimon serving under both the Nature Spirits and the Nightmare Soldiers. The champion level BlackGarurumon, never say old dogs can’t learn new tricks, because this guy is full of surprises. His bark is definitely worse than his bite, as his Howling Wolf technique will crush all but the strongest competition. His Ice Wall makes for a dangerous weapon and shield, and the Fox Fire technique will incinerate you into ashes.’

 

~Gentlemon

 

 

Pyro glared as the wolf padded around the human and his Digimon to stand by Fenrir’s side. ‘I didn’t think Fenrir could go as low as a lowlife like you’ Pyro hissed.

 

‘Say what you like, as those are your last words human. Fenrir is mine until his use has expired’ BlackGarurumon stated.

 

‘Is that a fact?’ Pyro shot back venomously. ‘It will be’ BlackGarurumon answered.

 

Gentlemon tugged at Pyro’s pants. ‘Look, this whole thing can end if we can get that gauntlet off of Fenrir’ he whispered.

 

‘Interesting plan, let’s see if you can use it’ BlackGarurumon butted in. ‘Right, he’s a wolf, extra-sensitive hearing’ Pyro realized.

 

A smile appeared on the wolf’s face, it wasn’t pleasant.

 

‘Look, Gentlemon. No hard feelings but I want to deal with Fenrir alone, mind staying out of this?’ Pyro inquired.

 

Gentlemon bowed to him. ‘Of course, I’ll have fun taming this wolfy, deal?’ Gentlemon asked, holding out his right hand. ‘Deal’ Pyro replied, shaking with his left.

 

There was a bright flash of light as the same energy from before coated Pyro’s hand. The data spiraled around his hand, forming leather that was a deep orange in colour. The metal itself was a dark crimson colour. The metal was designed differently; it was decorative yet fierce, like a raging fire. The screen flickered into life, with the message ‘Digivolve OK’ flashing on it.

 

‘I’m going to enjoy this’ Gentlemon laughed.

 

Pyro raised the gauntlet above the right side of his head. With a sweeping motion he brought it diagonally to his left side, creating a circle of red energy that diagonally circled him. ‘Digivolution Energize’ he commanded.

 

The red energy immediately snaked over and around Gentlemon, encasing him in a large sphere of fire. ‘Gentlemon’ the Digimon announced, unleashing a wave of heat from the growing sphere of fire. ‘Digivolve to Burninglordmon’ he cried.

 

The sphere exploded in a wave of fire, unleashing Burninglordmon. He was extremely similar to Gentlemon, except that he was much taller. His skin was red like burning coals. He wore an impressive suit made from hardened magma; a small hanky was kept in the front right pocket of the suit. A monocle was fastened to his left eye, whilst he wore a small cape across his right shoulder, it ended by his waist. He wore a top hat as usual. He held his cane in his left hand, a mean grin on his face.

 

‘He’s all yours’ Pyro announced. ‘Oh goody’ Burninglordmon replied, rubbing his hands together.

 

Burninglordmon immediately tackled BlackGarurumon, sending them sliding across the floor.

 

Pyro turned his attention to Fenrir. He wrenched off the gauntlet and held it with one hand. He reached for the zipper on his jacket with the other, slowly undoing it. He retracted his left arm swapping the gauntlet from the right to the left. His right arm also retracted out of the jacket, causing it to rest on his shoulders. He grabbed a part of the jacket and tossed it away, revealing the grey shirt he wore.

 

‘I am going to make this quick’ he said to Fenrir. Fenrir rushed forward to attack Pyro, who sidestepped him and struck him on the back with the gauntlet. ‘You see, that’s how I won the jacket from you, you’re too full on in attacks’ Pyro explained.

 

‘Ice Wall’ BlackGarurumon barked, breathing out a cold wind to create a wall of ice, which Burninglordmon struck at with his cane. ‘I hate that attack’ Burninglordmon grumbled as he chased to the other side.

 

‘Wolf Howling’ BlackGarurumon roared, unleashing a powerful wave of bluish fire. It hit Burninglordmon head on and knocked him back. He dug his cane in to slow himself. ‘I hate that attack as well’ he grumbled.

 

Pyro stepped back as Fenrir swung viciously with his fists. He duck under an attack and punched Fenrir in the stomach with the gauntlet. The man groaned as small pools of blood formed.

 

Pyro looked at the gauntlet, noticing how serrated it really was.

 

BlackGarurumon seemed put off after that attack. ‘Flaming Maestro’ Burninglordmon cried. Large flames appeared around him whilst Burninglordmon spun his cane around; the bottom part of it was now facing forwards. ‘I think to the tune of the Can Can’ he decided.

 

He hummed to the well known tune as he conducted the flames to strike at BlackGarurumon.

 

The wolf’s fur singed and burnt as each fireball whizzed past and struck him. The final straw was when a fireball stuck him in the back, forcing him to the floor.

 

The wolf was horrified as all the flames were directly above him and Burninglordmon had his hands raised. ‘Can you do the Can Can?’ he inquired.

 

The wolf’s eyes shrank as he lowered his hands, causing all the fireballs to impact on the wolf, ending with a terrific exploding finale.

 

Fenrir groaned as the wolf had been annihilated, his gauntlet was sputtering and producing sparks. Without thinking Pyro ran forwards and pulled it straight off Fenrir’s arm and hurled it into the air. ‘Burninglordmon’ he shouted.

 

Burninglordmon aimed his cane at the flying gauntlet, firing a fireball which consumed the gauntlet in an explosion of fire, destroying it.

 

Fenrir groaned and collapsed. Pyro looked without pity at Fenrir. ‘We’d best leave, it’ll be best for one of his own to tell him’ Pyro said as he picked up his jacket. He removed the gauntlet so he could put the jacket back on.

 

‘Come on’ he ordered as Burninglordmon De-Digivolved to Gentlemon, the stream of data returning to the gauntlet.

 

The others were waiting outside. ‘How’d it go?’ Alex inquired.

 

‘Pretty well’ Pyro answered, and that was all he had to say.

 

Again no one noticed that the fabric of Pyro’s gauntlet extended by two millimeters.

 

Unknowingly, they were being watched from an individual in a pink tuxedo, he was hidden in an alleyway separating warehouse forty-two and warehouse forty-three. ‘What tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive’ he quoted, and then grinned.

 

[Nexev]

So now Fenrir is in this story?

 

Sure why not.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

I second Nexev's opinion.

 

Also, pretty much awesome fight. But dear Broken, you DO know that wolves can't dance the Can Can, do you?

[fenrir]

._.

 

Actually, I don't really like the Garurumon line. I prefer the Dobermon line imo. I like hellhounds more than wolves you know. >_>

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Ta ta ta, Fenrir. We all know that you don't only like Hellhounds, we all know by a fact that you ARE a Hellhound.

 

;D

[The Warden]

Wait, you actually think I included YOU personally? Tish and pish Fenny, it was merely a clever name for a leader of wolves, nothing more.

[fenrir]

No, you were clearly using that as an excuse to jab insults at me whore. D

[The Warden]

I have no idea what you possibly could mean. What else could be a better name for the leader of a wolf-pack? Long Howling Noise?

[The Warden]

The reason this chapter took so long was because I was busy planning future plot and such.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 5]

Chapter 5: Brittle Brains

 

Tyson was making his way to the ‘hideout’; he had woken late and was of course late.

 

He was carrying DaTsukaimon in a small backpack whilst still having his laptop case slung over his shoulder. He was running across the street, looking away for some small noise when he collided.

 

He crashed to the ground with whatever hit him. ‘Watch we’re you’re going’ he shouted, before looking at what hit him.

 

It was a teenage boy, with oddly pale hair. He seemed rather nervous, wearing a gaudy polyester shirt and vest. He wore long cotton pants as well, his eyes seemed dull, but also belied nervousness.

 

‘Brittle?’ Tyson inquired. ‘Tyson?’ the boy inquired back. They both helped each other up, they were smiling.

 

‘I don’t believe this, it’s been so long Jeremy’ Tyson remarked. The boy smiled warmly. ‘I know Tyson, after all, what with us going to different schools and all’ Jeremy replied.

 

As they were both animatedly talking, DaTsukaimon wriggled in the backpack, hoping to get his partner’s attention. It failed, leaving the sludge ball with only one choice. A can bubbled up from his trashy body, it was rusty, and the open lid was sharp.

 

With careful aim, DaTsukaimon jabbed it through the backpack, stabbing Tyson and causing him to recoil in surprise.

 

‘Are you okay?’ Jeremy inquired. Tyson frowned in annoyance, but he needed an excuse. ‘Fine, just a muscle spasm’ he lied.

 

‘Right, well, good to see you’ Jeremy said dejectedly and ran off. Tyson stole a glare at the backpack before finding an alleyway which diverged into a dead end. He pulled it off his back and dumped it onto the ground.

 

The zip moved by itself, DaTsukaimon’s featureless face peered from the opening. ‘You have some explaining to do’ Tyson stated.

 

‘Sorry Brains, but I sensed a bad vibe from that guy, like he’s infested with, evil or something. I felt bad juju from that guy’ DaTsukaimon protested.

 

‘Brittle, evil? That’s laughable DaTsukaimon, he is about as capable of evil as a eunuch is capable of having an excellent sex life’ Tyson quipped.

 

‘Whatever boss dude, I just don’t trust him, a Digimon’s senses are usually never wrong, and I sense evil from him’ DaTsukaimon replied quietly.

 

‘It appears we have a rat in our cage’ a rough man remarked.

 

Tyson shivered from the shock as DaTsukaimon retreated into the bag. The mouth of the alley was occupied by three bulky dudes, and they looked mean.

 

‘I didn’t realize this alley was occupied’ Tyson remarked in a cold way.

 

‘Look boys, the shrimp made a funny’ one of the guys remarked dumbly. They closed in, with only the backpack separating them.

 

Tyson looked down at the backpack, which one of the thugs noted. ‘What’s in there?’ he demanded, reaching down for it.

 

‘I wouldn’t look in there’ Tyson warned. This was ignored as he thug looked into the bag.

 

DaTsukaimon lashed out quickly, completely covering the thug’s head before extending out and grabbing the other two, slamming all three together and knocking them out.

 

Tyson sighed as DaTsukaimon flittered to his side. ‘I hate clean up duty’ he sighed at the slightly acid-burnt thugs.

 

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Vision slowly returned to the thugs; as they found themselves in a bare shed, save for the boarded up windows and the chairs, with which they were tied to.

 

Each of them desperately looked around, until a ‘ahem’ caught their attention. Tyson was sitting on a chair looking at them coldly. ‘What is this?’ one of them demanded.

 

Tyson sighed as DaTsukaimon flittered to his side, causing screaming from the thugs. ‘I’m afraid you’ve seen too much, so we’re going to dispose of you’ Tyson answered matter-of-factly.

 

‘Dispose of us?’ all three echoed. ‘We promise not to tell anyone, ever’ one of them pleaded.

 

Tyson laughed at their begging, a vicious and depraved look in his eyes. ‘And if I let you go, you’d take me down, do you think I was born yesterday?!' he demanded brutally, before composing himself.

 

He began walking around them, talking pleasurable notice of their struggles against their bonds.

 

‘Now, I had devised many ways to kill you, ways that don’t leave trails. I had thought of DaTsukaimon force feeding himself to you to make your stomachs explode’ he explained, loving the horrified shivers.

 

‘I also thought of him just devouring you, but you aren’t trash worthy of him’ Tyson continued, DaTsukaimon chomping with his enormous fangs.

 

He stopped wandering around them, stopping in front of them. ‘I had, in the end, decided the most suitable execution’ he announced before drawing a cigarillo case from his pocket. He popped it open and withdrew a cigarette from it.

 

He popped it into his mouth and lit up from a lighter. He took a deep inhale, before exhaling the smoke, and coughing loudly. ‘Could never get used to these things’ he gagged.

 

‘You’re going to smoke us to death?’ a thug inquired. Tyson grinned at them. ‘Yes I am’ he answered.

 

He continued on to their curious faces. ‘DaTsukaimon is made from many kinds of refuse, along with copious amounts of methane in his body’ he explained, rolling the lit cigarette in his fingers.

 

DaTsukaimon opened his mouth widely. ‘I leave you to your doom’ Tyson said as he made for the door. ‘The city would see an explosion’ a thug protested.

 

Tyson smiled in his deranged genius. ‘We are currently in the unoccupied district of Specter, anyone coming here would be thugs and gang members, not perturbed by this kind of execution’ Tyson explained as carefully flicked the cigarette into DaTsukaimon’s waiting mouth.

 

‘Ciao’ he called as he dead bolted the door. He walked off as if nothing had happened, making his way around a bend.

 

He nonchalantly looked at his watch whilst a loud explosion sounded, a column of smoke spewing out from the street Tyson had just been on.

 

He coughed as the smoke settled out, making his way back to the shed. All that remained was the base of the structure. There were the remains of chairs, with heavily mutilated bodies on them.

 

Tyson noted all the slime coating the general area. The slime shivered and began to move, coalescing in one spot. DaTsukaimon slowly began to rebuild himself, until he was complete.

 

‘Excellent work DaTsukaimon’ Tyson commented. ‘I try’ DaTsukaimon said modestly.

 

‘Now to go home’ Tyson decided.

 

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With DaTsukaimon carefully stowed within Tyson’s backpack, he was meandering back into the more occupied part of Specter.

 

He was sneaking towards a corner when a large shadow loomed from the street. He quickly stuck to the wall, luckily finding a wooden board.

 

He carefully waited with his instrument until whoever it was came into view.

 

With a fierce cry he struck with the board, knocking out the person. There was a thud as their body hit the ground.

 

The boy grimaced when he found that he had knocked Mauler out. ‘Sorry about that’ he said as Mauler managed to get back up.

 

‘What was that for?’ the bear shouted as he walked around Tyson to lean on the wall for support.

 

Tyson shrugged as he discarded the board. ‘This isn’t exactly the safest place Mauler, you have to live by your wits and always have a two by four at your side’ he answered.

 

‘That’s still no excuse’ Mauler stated. ‘So? I don’t have to excuse my action. Why are you here anyways?’ Tyson inquired.

 

‘Well, the others were getting concerned when you didn’t show up, so we separated to find you. When I saw a large column of smoke coming from this area, I just knew you were behind it somehow’ Mauler explained.

 

Tyson smiled with self-satisfaction. ‘Well, you were right about that. A couple of thugs tried to do the number on me, but they made the mistake of seeing DaTsukaimon, so I had to erase them’ Tyson explained.

 

Mauler was silent, for once seeing the manic in Tyson’s eyes. ‘You erased them’ he repeated.

 

Tyson nodded with satisfaction. ‘DaTsukaimon’s explosive power was beyond what I had predicted, but now there isn’t a paper trail’ Tyson answered.

 

‘Oh my god’ Mauler exclaimed.

 

Tyson watched Mauler’s horrified look. ‘I’m not a monster’ he protested.

 

Mauler shook his head, pointing a single trembling finger behind Tyson. The boy followed the path of the finger to an enormous shadow coming from the street way Mauler had come from.

 

The shadow was mostly covered by a vast cape shadow; however, the head was clearly defined, with a large horn sticking out from it. ‘I know that shadow, and don’t bother, it won’t work against him’ Mauler moaned as Tyson grabbed the wooden plank.

 

‘Who is it?’ he inquired. Mauler gulped with nervousness and dread. ‘Omnimon, the lord of the Royal Knights and one of the most powerful Digimon period’ he answered.

 

Both waited anxiously as the shadow grew smaller, and oddly more rectangular.

 

The figure came around the corner. It was a small white figure wearing paper armour; its hands had paper armour in the shape of a dragon and a wolf head. Paper cones were stuck to its head. It sported a large texta on its back and its face looked like it had been drawn on.

 

Both Mauler and Tyson collapsed from the sheer lameness. ‘What is that?’ Tyson demanded.

 

[spoiler=Omekamon]

 

‘Meet Omekamon, a champion level from the Metal Empire family, though it is not uncommon for one to work for the Virus Busters. His attacks are Omeka Kick and Graffiti Rocket. It is thought that he was born from the programming of a paint program. He idolizes the real Omnimon, and so he imitates the knight, however poorly’

 

~ Mauler

 

 

 

‘Well, why is he here?’ Tyson inquired.

 

Mauler folded his arms and twisted his face in annoyance. ‘He probably heard Omnimon mention a disturbance in the human world, and to show his loyalty, he came to exterminate it’ he theorized.

 

‘You are quite clever, but your intelligence won’t save you from my supreme cannon’ Omekamon stated.

 

Tyson’s backpack wriggled as the zip was forced open, freeing DaTsukaimon. ‘This chump irritates me, let’s make this quick’ DaTsukaimon decided.

 

Omekamon leapt into the air. ‘Omeka Kick’ he cried, sailing over all of them and smashing into a wall. Tyson covered his face with his hand, hating that this embarrassment was his first fight.

 

‘Open Wide’ DaTsukaimon called, opening his massive mouth and devouring the puppet Digimon. There was thrashing about as Omekamon attempted to free himself.

 

With a gross noise, DaTsukaimon regurgitated Omekamon. Much of the paper armour had been burnt away, and Omekamon’s face had been burnt off.

 

With unusual agility, Omekamon grabbed his graffiti rocket and scribbled on a new face and markings, the armour was lost however.

 

‘The data’ DaTsukaimon moaned. ‘What is it?’ Tyson inquired, moving over to DaTsukaimon.

 

Quickly, DaTsukaimon snapped his mouth over Tyson’s left hand. Tyson began to wildly shake the thing off, until DaTsukaimon released him.

 

A digi-gauntlet had covered his hand. The smooth underside leather was black. The metal was a sullen grey, with three unusual prongs sticking out from the knuckles for about six inches. The screen read ‘Digivolve OK’.

 

Tyson poked the three prongs on his gauntlet. ‘What are these?’ he wondered. DaTsukaimon grinned. ‘That’s a hack tool. Because I’m from the Metal Empire, you get the benefits of my family, so those prongs can hack pretty much anything’ he explained.

 

‘Fascinating, but we’ll discuss the merits of universal hacking later’ Tyson stated.

 

With that, he held his left arm out at full length, a dull grey glow issued from the gauntlet. He raised it upwards, causing a stream of grey energy to vertically spin around him. ‘Digivolution energize’ he commanded.

 

On command, the data snaked towards DaTsukaimon, encasing him in a grey sphere. ‘DaTsukaimon’ he cried. The sphere radiated energy as it grew larger and larger. ‘Digivolve to Devidraremon’ he finished. It shattered to reveal a large draconic Digimon. Its body was very thin, with a dragon-like head. It had five glowing red eyes, two on each side and one in the middle. It had four arms, each tipped with dull grey claws, and each claw had a different number of fingers. The beast also had four tails, each with a claw-like appendage. Its colour was filthy grey with a hint of purple.

 

Omekamon flinched at the vicious looking dragon. ‘Erm, peace?’ he said hopefully. ‘No’ Devidraremon growled, his four tail-claws lashing out and grabbing the creature by each appendage. Two of his arms grabbed Omekamon’s body and the other two grabbed its head.

 

Devidraremon grunted with effort as Omekamon screamed in pain. With another grunt of effort, Omekamon was torn apart, each torn part fragmented into data, which vanished.

 

Tyson smiled with satisfaction. ‘Seems it was worthwhile to keep you around’ he commented as Devidraremon De-Digivolved to DaTsukaimon. ‘You know it’ he winked.

 

‘Actually, here’s quick question, why didn’t he bleed?’ Tyson inquired.

 

‘He’s a puppet Digimon, they don’t have blood’ DaTsukaimon answered.

 

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This little act had been observed through a viewing portal. It was composed of many bones, with the top decorated by a skull. The room was very dark, only the portal provided any light.

 

Jeremy was watching through the portal. ‘So, Tyson was hiding a Digimon as well’ he commented. There was a rattling from within the room. ‘Indeed, and not just any Digimon. He holds Toxicamon, one of my vassals’ a soulless voice added.

 

Jeremy sighed loudly as the sound of hooves was heard. ‘I doubt they’d be your vassals if they sealed you away Zemmon’ he countered.