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

[//Zeromaru//]

:O:O:O:O Hot damn!!! That. Was. Awesome!

 

Completley unexpected!

[The Warden]

And to think I had planned this chapter, yet only thougt of Zemusmon's discipline earlier...yesterday.

[The Warden]

Meh, may as well skip this chapter. Rather boring really, go find pictures of puppies and kittens.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 9]

Chapter 9: A Lesson in History & EVIL

 

The past few days were terrible. Diane had called an ambulance as the partner Digimon fled in shame. Tyson, Alex and Dennis were taken to the hospital for immediate treatment.

 

Much of Tyson’s arm was infected with DaTsukaimon’s poison, the tissue was completely dead. Alex suffered damage to his abdominal regions, having some of his lower rib cage shattered. Dennis suffered minor bite wounds thanks to Tortmon’s dinky fangs, but was otherwise okay.

 

The partner Digimon had not been seen for some while, the humans had believed they had fled for parts unknown in shame.

 

Today, Mauler had disguised himself by wearing an overcoat and long hat, no one noticed because classic faceless people are idiots.

 

The room Alex and Tyson were in was on the ground level of the hospital, and was vacant, save for them two. Mauler, Pyro, Diane and Dennis were sitting around the two beds the boys were kept in.

 

‘How are you feeling’ Diane inquired as she put fresh flowers in a vase in-between the beds.

 

‘Knowing that I’m going to lose my right arm because of DaTsukaimon’s poison, not so well’ Tyson said bitterly.

 

‘I haven’t eaten for three days and I get moisture pumped into my arm like a test-tube baby, I feel f**king fantastic’ Alex added to the bitterness.

 

The subject of the Digimon was bitter indeed.

 

‘I can’t believe them, their old boss comes back from the dead and they’re all bending over backwards for him’ Pyro said, feeling his new vest over and stopping at the collar, where the fur on his old jacket used to be.

 

‘I thought they had more class than that, but it seems they’re still as I thought, complete losers’ Mauler commented.

 

‘It isn’t polite to talk about someone behind their back’ Gentlemon stated.

 

They all looked at the window, to find the partners looking through it with sad faces.

 

Diane opened the window and they all crawled in, ProtoKnightmon locking the only door in.

 

‘What do you guys want, shouldn’t you be off kissing Zemusmon’s ass?’ Alex gasped.

 

ProtoKnightmon inspected Alex’s wounds, worried mumbling coming from him. ‘Please, understand that we regret our actions. You have no idea what we went through because of it’ ProtoKnightmon pleaded.

 

Alex turned a callous eye to his partner. ‘Was your stomach almost crushed by a person you believed to have been your friend?’ he demanded.

 

‘No, but please hear us out. For your loses, you deserve to hear the full story’ ProtoKnightmon answered.

 

Tyson raised his right arm, the skin was a foul grey colour and the skin was sunken. ‘For losing much of my right arm I deserve a Broadway musical’ he quipped.

 

DaTsukaimon turned away in shame. ‘We’ll fix that later, but for now, you will learn the story of us and Zemmon, or as he was known back then, Zeramasumon’ ProtoKnightmon stated, the scene going into a white filter effect as each character’s image became black.

 

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‘When we were still the Raging Elementals, I, as Golbiusmon served as the leader. However, we weren’t very successful nor taken seriously, due to the times. When we first teamed up, some of the Families had very little trust for another one. So they kept to themselves. As he a team we strived to create unity between the Families, but it was unsuccessful. We didn’t even have a base to operate from’.

 

‘However, Zeramasumon saw our plight and joined us. Together the six of us formed the Raging Elementals, building ourselves a mighty castle to operate from. Truth be told we wanted to unite the Families at first, but we came off badly due to our immense power. To compensate, Zeramasumon had us divide our power, keeping half for ourselves and storing away the other half. Don’t try to understand the logic behind it’.

 

‘We had thought that Zeramasumon had halved his power as well. He was so mighty, we never would have noticed a loss in his power. I digress, the order to halve our power was a trap. Zeramasumon was corrupt, we never saw it coming. Whilst we halved our power, he maintained his own. He used his power to force us to destroy innocent villages and towns. I’ll never forget the look in our victim’s eyes when we completely torched one of the several Primary villages’.

 

‘However, power destroy you eventually. Zeramasumon became too overconfident, he had the Raging Elementals assault the citadel of the Celestial Trinity: Seraphimon, Ophanimon and Cherubimon. He was too confident that he would beat them, he allowed them a free shot. Each charged their attacks, but he did not expect that we too charged our own attacks. The combined effort of the five of us and the three angels vanquished Zeramasumon. We took his Digi-egg and fled the citadel’.

 

‘Underneath the castle we found a lab that we had never built. It turns out that Zeramasumon had built it in order to store the power we had lost. We couldn’t access our vaults, so we left them. We built a stasis capsule to contain Zeramasumon’s Digi-egg, to prevent him from ever returning’.

 

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The scene returned to normal as everyone’s attention was turned on ProtoKnightmon’s. ‘As you can see, our plan backfired as it seems the angel Digimon have released Zemmon onto the human world’ ProtoKnightmon finished explaining.

 

‘So, by logic’s point Zemmon is too powerful, despite being reborn as a Digi-egg?’ Tyson inquired.

 

Gentlemon nodded at this. ‘There are certain Digimon who possess immense power, even after being reborn. Lucemon and Arkadimon are examples of this. We could stand a chance against Zemuson if we had the power we sealed away, but we no longer have access to the Digital World’ he explained.

 

‘Well this sucks, we have a power-hungry megalomaniacal Digimon on the loose and we can’t do anything about it’ Tyson said, before groaning at his arm. ‘Didn’t you say you were going to fix this?’ he added.

 

‘Ah yes’ ProtoKnightmon said as walked over to Tyson. ‘You have his Digi-gauntlet?’ he asked of DaTsukaimon.

 

The poison Digimon began hawking loudly as Tyson’s gauntlet was forcibly expelled. ‘I wondered where that went’ Tyson commented as it was put onto his good hand.

 

ProtoKnightmon punched in some random buttons and figures onto the gauntlet and the hack-spikes extended out.

 

He pointed at the heart monitor next to his bed, put there in case the poison went critical. ‘Implant the spikes into that device’ he commanded.

 

Tyson managed to reach up and the spikes were inserted into the device. There was a beeping noise from the Digi-gauntlet and sparks flew, sluices of data were downloaded into the gauntlet.

 

Data whirred through Tyson’s arms, his eyes alive with data. The data moved towards his bad arm, coating it in repeating binary code; it was alight with green light.

 

When the light faded, Tyson’s arm was as good as new, it seemed ever better. He flexed it experimentally, feeling for any problems.

 

‘This is great, practically as good as new’ Tyson commented in wonder.

 

Gentlemon made an uncomfortable little cough. ‘What?’ Tyson inquired.

 

‘The process isn’t one hundred percent perfect’ ProtoKnightmon said with obvious discomfort.

 

‘What do you mean?’ Diane inquired, her eyes narrowing.

 

‘Whatever percent of your arm was restored makes you that much percent of a Digimon’ ProtoKnightmon explained.

 

This was an awkward silence, Tyson was completely stunned. ‘Can-can you reverse it?’ Tyson asked desperately.

 

DaTsukaimon shook it’s entire body. ‘What’s done is done, although, this isn’t the worse part’ DaTsukaimon admitted, a critical mistake.

 

‘What do you mean?’ Pyro inquired, catching the Digimon’s slip-up.

 

The Digimon didn’t answer, tyring to look innocent. ‘TELL US! You promised us the whole story, let’s hear it’ Alex roared, grunting at the strain he was putting on himself.

 

‘The worst part is, is that you five are already partially Digimon’ ProtoKnightmon announced.

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Sweet new Chapter, Broken. Can't wait for an explanation as on how the kids are partly Digimon. ^^

[The Warden]

They aren't really kids Kuja

[The Warden]

This obviously was expected, how you not honestly?

 

[spoiler=Chapter 10]

Chapter 10: The Funny thing about Secrets

 

There was a bitter silence, punctured by the most feasible question. ‘What the f**k?’ Alex let out.

 

The Digimon looked guilty and the humans failed to catch their eyes.

 

‘How is that even possible?’ Mauler declared.

 

ProtoKnightmon pointed a guilty finger at Tyson’s arm, the one with the Digi-gauntlet on it. ‘The Digi-gauntlet is in truth an extension of our power. Wearing it creates a link between the creator of the gauntlet and the wearer. Wearing the gauntlet allows us to tap into the power you humans possess, allowing us to Digivolve; at a price’ he explained.

 

Everyone was silent, allowing ProtoKnightmon to finish his statement. ‘As we continue to Digivolve each time, the gauntlet’s length will increase, covering your bodies, until you are totally covered in armour. Then, your life will be taken and replaced with that of a Digimon’s. Truth be told, should we Digivolve again, the gauntlet will permanently fuse to your hand’ he finished.

 

There was nothing but quiet, this sort of information is too much for a mind to handle normally.

 

‘So, we’re on a timer?’ Pyro finally asked.

 

‘No, you have all the time in the world. Only the number of times we Digivolve and the length of time it is maintained counts. Merely Digivolving to champion and fighting for about five minutes accounts to one millimetre’ Notusmon answered.

 

‘Is that supposed to make us feel better?’ Diane inquired.

 

‘No, we just wanted to soften the blow as much as possible’ Gentlemon replied quickly.

 

‘So, we are destined to die. Is there any way to stop the transformation?’ Alex inquired.

 

‘No, as eggs we resonated with your hearts and hatched. It was only by you that we can Digivolve. And it is only we that can stop Zemusmon. He is on the loose and the Digital World is not even aware of it yet, except for one Digimon’ ProtoKnightmon explained.

 

‘By that one Digimon, you mean…’ Mauler inquired, his brow raising.

 

ProtoKnightmon nodded in reply. ‘Indeed, I mean he; the eternal Digimon Sequintosmon’ he answered.

 

‘How about filling in the blanks for the rest of us. Eternal, Digimon and Sequintosmon don’t paint a full picture’ Tyson cut in.

 

ProtoKnightmon focused on Tyson, and nodded. ‘Sequintosmon is the eternal Digimon because he cannot die by age. No one really knows where he is, as he has sworn to never interfere with the Digital World. As he is eternal, he is charged with chronicling the history of the Digital World and the memories of all Digimon who have lived. It is because of his careful recordings that Digimon retain their memories of their past lives. If he ever disappeared, reborn Digimon will never be able to recall their past memories, living new lives each time they exist. Many Digimon could never bear to part with their memories, which is why Sequintosmon is held in such high regard’.

 

There was naught but quiet, the subject and all conversation had then died.

 

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Aboard the Messiah, Class 1 Virus Buster Warship. Commander: Seraphimon

 

The Messiah, Seraphimon’s personal warship designed by the best mechanics, archineers and priests. It is a warship….that’s all I got, not really good at explaining warships. Erm, think of an awesome warship and make it all holy and godly. That’s all I can say on the matter. Oh yeah, it’s massive, even bigger than ElDradimon.

 

The command room is near the pinnacle of the warship. Inside there are three floors of consoles, diagnostics, ladders and platforms. At the top floor is a large marble throne, in which Seraphimon presides.

The Messiah had just been fixed after a raid from the Nightmare Soldiers, but was back, stronger than ever before.

 

It was currently in range of a heavily fortified Nightmare Soldier base, which had been causing problems for a long time.

 

‘On my command, unleash the Will’ Seraphimon ordered.

 

The Will, which is short for ‘The Will of God’ was one of the three main guns of the Messiah, the other two being ‘Wrath of the Son’ and ‘The Holy Spirit’.

 

There is a fourth gun, which is merely called ‘Reckoning’. Reckoning can only be fired from a safe distance, which is the very end of it’s firing range; which is two hundred and fifty kilometres away.

 

The Will of God is the siege weapon, firing a burst of concentrated holy energy. The equivalent being one hundred thousand Hands of Fate.

 

At the top deck of the Messiah, the large Will of God rose from it’s containment unit hidden below.

 

A viewing window appeared in front of Seraphimon, showing the target to be the NS base.

 

‘FIRE!’ he cried.

 

The energy chamber of the Will of God formed a glowing spheres, which bounced about rapidly, drawing in holy energy. The chamber was overloading as the blast was fired from the mouth of the cannon, zooming across the sky and making contact with the base.

 

Within seconds the base was evaporated, allowing a new territory to be claimed by the VB.

 

There was an alert whistle as the viewing window displayed the NS insignia, before it flipped over to an enraged Lucemon.

 

 

‘You bastard, I thought we had finished off that thing’ he roared, a visible vein showing in his temple.

 

‘And we had the Messiah fixed Lucemon. Whatever plans you possess will fail at the hands of the Messiah’ Seraphimon declared triumphantly.

 

Lucemon composed himself carefully, betraying a smug grin. ‘I know, that’s why I had something prepared myself. It should be getting delivered shortly’ he boasted and the screen blackened.

 

‘What could he mean sir?’ one of the crewman asked.

 

There was an alarm as an object appeared onscreen. It was a Saberdramon holding a black ball on it’s talons.

 

‘OPEN FIRE!’ Seraphimon roared. The smaller AA cannons of the Messiah out folded from the ship and began firing on the enemy vulture.

 

It had been successfully shot down; and the sphere with it. As it hurtled through the air, it detonated, unleashing a terrible black void.

 

‘A GRAVITY BOMB! PULL BACK, GET THE MESSIAH OUT OF RANGE!’ Seraphimon screamed.

 

It was too late, as the front part of the Messiah was pulled clean off and sucked into the growing black void, which vanished.

 

Missing integral parts, warning lights blazed as the Messiah began to fall back down to the ground.

 

Seraphimon sat calmly as the crew began running around screaming. ‘I’ll get you for this Lucemon’ he promised mentally.

 

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It has been a week since Alex, Tyson and Dennis had been released from the hospital. Alex’s body was still in bad shape from ProtoKnightmon’s attack, but he was well enough.

 

He was back on decent terms with ProtoKnightmon, thus allowing him to stay in his cupboard.

 

Currently he, ProtoKnightmon and Mauler were discussing a plan to stop Zemusmon.

 

‘He is a powerful foe, it would be provably difficult to defeat him head on’ ProtoKnightmon stated.

 

‘So, we try to weaken him down, niggle at him and go in for a final assault’ Alex suggested.

 

‘He would see that coming. If we could just force him to overextend and make him pick a fight he could not win, maybe then we could do it’ ProtoKnightmon countered.

 

‘I don’t see why you can’t take him on one v one. If he is just a freshly hatched, even more so than you I could take him on’ Mauler declared.

 

They were so engrossed they didn’t hear the door creak open.

 

‘But what could you do one on one, he can become a champion, you can’t’ ProtoKnightmon pointed out.

 

Something was seen in the corner of Alex’s eye and he turned to see it; it was Delia.

 

‘Mum’ Alex began, he couldn’t believe he had forgotten to lock the door.

 

She merely looked at ProtoKnightmon and Mauler, before saying ‘I see’ and left.

 

He hurtled after her, catching her in the hallway. ‘It isn’t what it looks like’ he began.

 

She looked into his eyes, mother’s had strange powers when they do that. ‘It seems to be exactly what it looks like. A small knight creature and a walking talking humanoid bear. To be honest I’m relieved’ she replied.

 

Alex’s face twisted up, trying to find an adequate answer or question.

 

‘To think I had thought you had been doing something illegal’ she admitted.

 

‘Illegal? Why would you think that?’ Alex inquired.

 

‘All the secrecy and the late night activities. Your hospitalization as well, I was afraid something was up’ she explained.

 

ProtoKnightmon and Mauler had come out into the hallway as well. Delia craned around Alex to look at them. ‘So, who are your friends?’ she inquired.

 

‘I am Timmy’ ProtoKnightmon lied.

 

‘Give it a rest Proto, the woman ain’t stupid. I’m Mauler by the way’ Mauler said, holding out a paw to Delia, which she took and shook.

 

‘Fine, I am ProtoKnightmon, but you can call me Timmy anyways, I like the name’ ProtoKnightmon greeted, offering her his right hand as well.

 

The only perplexed was Alex, his mother didn’t even bat an eyelid at walking talking creatures. ‘This doesn’t freak you out?’ he cried.

 

‘I’ve been to Japan, there are a lot stranger things there I assure you’ Delia answered curtly.

 

‘I like this lady’ Mauler said.

 

Delia frowned however. ‘Looks like I’ll have to set up for four this evening, though food might be a little scarce’ she admitted.

 

‘You’re right, with Mauler in the open it might stretch the food budget even more’ Alex realized.

 

‘I can cook’ Mauler stated. ‘You work at a restaurant right? Well, with a little work I might be able to get a job there’ he added.

 

‘Four pay checks would keep us afloat, but I doubt they’d employ a humanoid teddy bear’ Alex stated.

 

‘Not necessarily, staff have been short these past few days and the manager is desperate for any cook they can grab. After the initial shock he can be convinced to employ Mauler, it shouldn’t come to be any worse’ Delia suggested.

 

‘This is so messed up’ Alex admitted.

 

Well, it was, really this is some funky ass s**t.

 

 

 

 

And this.....is a very special gift for those hwo watched me from my Children of Mysidia fic last year. This was a long time coming, I hope you enjoy.

 

[spoiler=Author's Chronicle Chapter 1]

Author’s Chronicle 1: F**k my life

 

The following is a true series of events. Names may have been changed to protect the innocent; those who disbelieve is real stories should not read this. Please enjoy. Appearances have not been given, so use your imaginations.

 

‘Typing typing typing typing, typing typing typing’ Broken chanted as he looked over the one hundred and twenty-three pages of his old fic’s thread.

 

‘This thing is so old, so many memories. Damn was this a fun fic’ he said, reminiscing of all the time he spent on it.

 

Bee-beep, a noise went off. He looked across the desk where his laptop was sitting to see his toy Digivice. It was based on the Frontier season design.

 

‘Why is that there? The batteries died ages ago’ he commented, looking at the small screen.

 

The ten spirits were there, badly sprited to. ‘I used to have so much fun with this thing’ he lamented and put it into his pant pocket.

 

He smiled fondly as he made it to the last page. ‘What a load of crap’ he joked, having actually great pride in what he made.

 

The screen froze and his face turned to annoyance. ‘Not another blue screen, I didn’t do anything this time. Stupid heap of junk’ he cried, glad his dad was out so he could vent.

 

The screen flickered to an odd blue being with a lone eye. ‘Parallelmon?’ Broken declared, having a shamefully good knowledge of Digimon.

 

‘Become one with me’ the Digimon replied, charging an attack in his eye. ‘Absorbant Bang’ he cried; Broken ducked quickly as the attack skimmed over him, the force of the attack knocked him out cold.

 

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‘There’s sand in my mouth’ Broken’s mind thought, yet his body didn’t react.

 

Both did manage to synch up and he spat the sand out, the rest clinging to his tongue. ‘This can’t be hygienic’ he moaned.

 

He was in a large desert, with very little beyond what the eyes could see. ‘F**k’ he declared to the desert of suck.

 

He didn’t dare move on, lest he get lost. Staying where he was he looked around for something, anything.

 

‘Okay, I am royally f**ked, unless this is a dream? Is it? I can’t tell, damn it’ he thought, but the thought train was derailed as shouting was heard in the sky.

 

Several figures were rocketing towards him from the sky very fast, so he effectively ducked down, as he normally did with flying objects.

 

They bombarded the ground, sending sand everywhere. Broken himself was covered with sand, which he dusted off. Except his hair, that would be staying there for weeks.

 

The many impact zones had something at the base, whatever they were, they were alive. ‘F**K THAT HURT’ a loud voice cried.

 

Broken’s eyes widened, he had heard that voice many times before. ‘Fen’ he said in disbelief.

 

From the crater, the body reacted, looking up at Broken. ‘Broken?’ the boy inquired.

 

Broken nodded as he helped Fenrir out of his hole. ‘Is this real?’ Fen asked.

 

Broken did the logical thing and pushed Fenrir into the hole to prove physics. ‘WHAT THE F**K WAS THAT FOR?!’ he shouted.

 

‘Physics are real, dreams don’t have physics. Common knowledge bub’ Broken explained mockingly.

 

Fen growled as he climbed out his crater again. ‘Next time you ask a dumb question I’m punching you in the face’ he threatened, but Broken only smirked.

 

‘I didn’t ask a question’ he replied, the smirk still there.

 

Fenrir let out a loud howl of annoyance, and was about to strangle Broken if not for a moan.

 

‘Ooooow’ a voice moaned, his voice was deep and foreign.

 

‘I know that voice, it’s Kuja’ Broken cried and ran over to the crater.

 

The boy was collapsed in the crater, and both Broken and Fen had to help him out of it.

 

‘That hurt, a bit’ Kuja said shakily, his voice was thick with his accent.

 

‘Tell me about it’ Fen snapped, massaging his head.

 

‘Why are you so angry?’ Kuja inquired, remembering both Broken’s and Fenrir’s voices.

 

‘Because I am in some f**king desert. Because my body f**king hurts. Because a d**khead pushed me into a hole and because some idiot is asking me stupid f**king questions’ Fen snapped, almost ready to punch Kuja.

 

‘No one is punching Kuja’ a forceful voice cut in.

 

A new boy had climbed out of his crater, none of them knew who he was.

 

‘Who the hell are you?’ Broken inquired, his usual greeting.

 

The boy’s face contorted slightly. ‘I’m Fallen’ he answered.

 

‘Ohhh’ the three boys crowed.

 

‘Who else is here, wherever here is?’ Fallen inquired.

 

Broken looked back at the last two craters.

 

‘Judging from what I can guess, those two in their craters would be Nexev and Yankee. As for this world, I’ll explain later’ he answered quickly.

 

‘By what logic?’ Fen demanded, still annoyed about the shoving.

 

‘I said I’d explain later. Fen, you and Kuja better go get one crater; Fallen and I will get the other one’ Broken ordered.

 

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Though Fenrir was very willing to not listen, he and Kuja walked over to one of the craters, a much older boy was lying there, he was possibly dazed.

 

‘I think this is Yankee, he is much older than us’ Fen stated.

 

He jumped down into the crater, with Kuja daintily trying to climb down.

 

From whatever medical knowledge he had, Fenrir drew the best solution for Yankee.

 

He drew his hand back and slapped him hard across the face. ‘Wake up damn it’ he cried.

 

Yankee’s shock subsided as he was slapped, instinctively punching Fen in reply.

 

Fen fell back from the punch, rubbing his chest.

 

Yankee himself was rubbing his face, watching the two.

 

‘Who are you?’ he inquired carefully.

 

‘Kuja and Fenrir Yankee’ Kuja answered.

 

The boy looked at them both. ‘Are you sure?’ Yankee inquired, not totally certain of this situation.

 

‘No, in fact we’re both illusions of your dreams, as you are still sound asleep at home’ Fen answered, using all the sarcasm he could muster.

 

‘Very funny Fenrir’ Yankee snapped, massaging the red mark blooming on his face.

 

They said nothing as the trip climbed out of the crater and into the desert.

 

‘Where are we?’ Yankee inquired.

 

‘Dunno, Broken says he knows, but I don’t trust what he says. The dumba** is freaking crazy’ Fen answered.

 

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Said dumba**was hauling another boy out of the hole.

 

‘This is Nexev?’ Fallen inquired, looking at him.

 

‘It doesn’t matter what he looks like. What matters is our situation’ Broken cut in.

 

‘Why are you so matter of fact?’ Fallen inquired.

 

‘It doesn’t matter, wake Nexev up, I need to think’ Broken replied.

 

Fallen crouched next to Nexev and shook him roughly, as a quick shock.

 

Nexev’s eyes bolted open and he sat up quickly. ‘This cannot be right’ he stated, his voice having a matter-of-fact tone to it.

 

‘What can’t be right?’ Fallen inquired.

 

‘This world, where we are’ Nexev answered.

 

Before Fallen could answer, the other three had joined up with them.

 

‘So you woke Nexev up huh? At least we now have someone with a brain here’ Fen commented, casting a glance at Kuja.

 

‘Yes, it is good to have him here, wherever we are’ Yankee said.

 

‘It is not good that we are here, we shouldn’t even be here’ Nexev stated.

 

‘How so?’ Kuja wondered.

 

‘Because this is the Digital World, MY Digital World’ Broken answered.

 

*Pause for shock*

 

‘What do you mean, YOUR Digital World? The place is freaking imaginary’ Fen cried.

 

‘It was, however, something or other happened. I was attacked by Parralelmon after looking over my old Mysidia thread, his attack missed me but dragged me here. It seems he did the same for you five as well’ Broken reasoned.

 

‘I did see something odd on my computer after looking on that old thread; I don’t know why I was looking at it either’ Kuja remembered.

 

‘The strange thing was is that Parralelmon only absorbs tamers and lives in the world of fantasy, so, why would he want us?’ Nexev inquired.

 

‘To be truthful, I think he got confused of this’ Broken answered, revealing his toy digivice.

 

‘A toy, he attacked you for a toy’ Fen said in disbelief.

 

‘Not just any toy, a wonderful, magical toy’ Nexev quipped.

 

‘It still doesn’t make sense’ Fallen cut in.

 

They began to argue, but the toy Broken held began beeping again. ‘I have no clue why it keeps doing that, the batteries died ages ago’ he explained.

 

The toy began to vibrate, surprising Broken who dropped it onto the sand.

 

It laid there and shattered, releasing six balls of light, which fell into each of their hands.

 

They had been given actual frontier digivices. Broken had stone grey and white. Kuja red and blue. Fen black and gold. Fallen green and yellow. Nexev white with pink polka dots. And finally Yankee with purple and navy blue.

 

‘Explain Broken’ Fen ordered over the initial shock.

 

‘I can’t’ Broken admitted, for once not knowing something.

 

‘If these are frontier digivices, we must have the spirits’ Fallen rationalized.

 

‘True, I wonder what I got’ Fen said, eagerly checking his spirits. ‘F**king sweet, both darkness sets’ he cried, ignoring his other set..

 

Broken looked at his, he only had one set. ‘I got the metal spirit and earth spirits, not bad’ he commented.

 

Nexev betrayed a look of dissapointment, but then looked at what he had. ‘Thunder and ice?! COME ON!’ he cried.

 

‘It kinda makes sense, your name is an anagram of the ice organization thirteen member’ Kuja said.

 

‘That doesn’t make sense in the least moron’ Fen cut in.

 

‘Yes it does’ Kuja argued loudly.

 

‘Then what spirits did you get? Water and wind, because that would make sense you big girl’ Fen argued back.

 

‘I have fire and wind thank you very much, because I am at least a passionate lover with a warm spirit, unlike you with a heart of inky blackness’ Kuja cried.

 

‘I got light and wood’ Fallen commented, but the two were too busy fighting.

 

Yankee seemed very disappointed by what he got. ‘I only have wood, which is very lame’ he said.

 

‘The spirits would in a way represent ourselves. It would be a little disappointing, but I wonder, who is it that got the water spirits?’ Broken inquired.

 

There was no heisting as they looked at Fen. ‘What?’ he grunted.

 

‘You got water, didn’t you?’ Broken asked with a grin.

 

‘No’ Fen stubbornly denied.

 

Nexev tore the Digivice from his hand and looked at it. He smiled and tossed it back to Fen. ‘He lied, he didn’t even get the corrupted dark spirits, only the normal ones and water’ he stated, clearly a little more appreciative of his spirits.

 

Fen’s face turned red as they others laughed at him. ‘Go f**k yourselves’ he shouted.

 

‘If you use your water spirits we can’ Kuja laughed, finally getting an ace on Fen.

 

Broken had stopped laughing, it had been forced anyways. ‘Now that Fen’s personal humiliation is out of the way, how about we plan what we’re going to do’ he suggested.

 

Day 1 in the Digital World.

I never knew what was really impossible, because I am usually accepting of many realities. But I never truly expected this, to be trapped in a reality I created. It is absolutely insane, this shouldn’t be right. This world only exists in y mind, or does it? I can’t honestly tell anymore, nor can I understand why my own friends are stuck in here or why we have the spirits of the Legendary Warriors. This is a right mess, but I know one thing. This started with Parralelmon, and I will make damned sure it ends with him.

~BrokenHeart15

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Sweet new Chapter Broken. And I like the beginning of the AC story. ^^

[The Warden]

Meh, well, it was a long time coming Kuja