Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Circles (or Sins of the future) ❯ Prologue: Beginning of the end or The end of the Beginning??? ( Prologue )

Circles

Written by Nu-Klear

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon (Like anyone would believe I did!) or any of its characters! I only own any original characters that appear in this fic.

Authors Note: This is my first Digimon fic! Please R&R! Pretty please! With sugar on top! I really want to know what you think of it. But Please be constructive, My fire extinguisher is running low so flame won't be appreciated! Thanks to Anorexicchibi for Beta-reading this for me!

Prologue: Beginning of the end or The end of the Beginning???

DW Year 15

The rubble crunched loudly under her feet as she walked down the deserted streets of the ruined city. Looking at the blackened, crumbling, and collapsed buildings around her she felt her heart tighten.

I've seen so much loss, so much destruction and still the sight of this place hurts.

As she continued to walk down the street she turned her head to avoid looking at a burnt down store. Not now… I can't afford the distraction now. This is dangerous enough without… My god!

Turning the corner she was greeted with a sickening sight. Hanging from every possible place were, what seemed to be, hundreds of Digivices swinging slightly in the evening breeze. Some were old and weathered, others looked brand new, and still others looked nearly destroyed, however they almost all had bloodstains on them.

Shaking her head to clear it from the shock, she continued toward her destination. Glancing down side streets as she past them, she saw still more Digivices hanging in each. She finally stopped checking down these side streets, pushing aside the fact that each of the sickening trophies represented a tamer that had lost his or her life to her objective from her mind.

Turning a final corner she found herself at her destination. Looking over the ruins of the Shinjuku school building she felt a bone-numbing chill go up her spine. This is it… the place where this nightmare began and the place it will end!

Slowly and quietly she entered the schoolyard, scanning her surroundings carefully for her enemy. She was getting very worried; she was half way to the main building and there was still no sign of her prey.

"You're losing your edge Renamon… " She spun around at the sound of the familiar voice behind her. The source of the voice was leaning against a tree she had just past. When he stepped out of its shadow she felt her shoulders slump slightly as a sorrowful tear slid down her cheek. The individual was about 5 1/2 feet tall and, appeared to be in his mid teens. He had long black hair with silver highlights pulled back into a ponytail, pointed ears, and a black trench coat that hid a gymnast's build. When he smiled it revealed fang-like canines.

"I can't believe you let me get this close without sensing me." He shrugged and walked past her on to the pitiful remains of the soccer field "Guess age catches up to everyone eventually."

Renamon didn't rise to the bait. Instead after forcefully pushing her emotions down she straightened her shoulders and looked at him coolly. "You said that you needed to see me. What do you want?"

Stopping at the goal box he inspected a Digivice hanging from the bars before answering. "Straight to the point, I can respect that!" Straightening up he turned to face Renamon the humor replaced with a cold seriousness as he removed the dark glasses he was wearing to reveal coal black eyes with brown irises "You have a piece of my property I want it back. Now!"

Renamon took a half step back and placed a hand on a pouch at her waist. Wide-eyed she stared at him in shock. NO… it's impossible… I won't accept it. "What… what are you talking about, Wildmon?"

Tilting his head he gave her a sadistic grin, and brushed a stray hair out of his face with a 3 fingered hand, displaying his claws. "You know what I'm talking about… and the name is Feralmon! I thought you would remember that even after nearly seventeen years."

Renamon felt her heart shatter at this statement. Her control over her emotions crumbled as over a decade of fear, pain, helplessness and rage assaulted her senses. A red fog settled over her vision as she felt herself charging a special attack. Jumping into the air and crossing her arms she released her attack powered by all her pain.

"Diamond Storm"

He stood, with a slightly amused smile, watching as her attack sped towards him, he came too a conclusion This will be easier then I thought... At the last second he pulled a sword of black crystal out from thin air and spun it quickly, deflecting the thousands of small projectiles with little difficulty.

When her failed attack ended she charged him - punching, kicking, and clawing- only to have him dodge, block or deflect each attack as he had her Diamond Storm. His seeming invincibility caused her frustration to grow. As she jumped back from her onslaught she released another Diamond Storm with exactly the same results.

As Renamon landed, her rational mind had somewhat resurfaced and chose that moment to remind her of several important facts, thus causing her to hesitate at precisely the wrong moment. He raised his sword into a two-handed ready position and it started to glow as he prepared one of his own special attacks. As she hesitated he brought the sword down in a diagonal slash.

"Diamond Sword" As the sword came down it released a bluish-white energy band, leaving a water ripple effect in the air behind it. The attack hit her like a truck, knocking her backwards as it wrapped around her body like a bolo. When she impacted with the wall behind her, the energy band exploded.

~*-*~

"How much longer is this going to take?" The other members of the small group looked at the white-haired girl in exasperation. She shrugged off their looks and took a bite from the candy bar she was eating. "I just don't see why we couldn't go with her!"

The others sighed, while the oldest of them massaged her brow in frustration. "Kara, he said to come alone! And I doubt that she needs someone with an explosives fetish throwing grenades at her. Besides if it is a trap we wouldn't be of much help to her."

Kara smirked "You're just jealous."

KA-BOOM

At the sound of the explosion the occupants of the room ran to the gaping hole in the wall they had entered through. In the distance they could see a plume of dust and smoke rising into the cloud covered sky.

"No…NO!" The speaker, a yellow Digimon, leaped to exit the building but was restrained by two of the others. "Let me go… I gotta help her… LET ME GO!"

Kicking one of her restrainers in the knee she tore her arm free, then she threw the other into a wall. As she started back to the exit she was caught off guard by another and was grabbed and thrown to the ground expertly. Once on the ground she felt herself forcibly turned onto her back and a weight slam down on her chest. When she opened her tear filled eyes she found herself looking down the barrels of two D-guns being held by a crying Kara sitting on her chest.

"It's too late… you can't help her, Ren, you'd only get yourself deleted!" she pushed the barrel of one of the guns into her throat for emphasis. "I just lost the closest thing I had to a mother, I'm not going to lose you in a senseless act of stupidity!"

She got off Ren's chest and wiped away the tears with the back of her fingerless gloves and walked to the far side of the room. She picked up a sports bag and headed for the exit. "We have our orders, now let's get on with it!"

The young Digimon curled into a fetal position, and began crying deep heart-wrenching sobs after whispering one word "mom…"

~*-*~

Renamon laid unmoving on a pile of rubble, her body fading in and out of focus as her injuries brought her steadily closer to deletion. The sound of boots on broken gravel was the only sound as Feralmon approached her prone body. Her pain clouded consciousness flashed memories across the tapestry of her mind.

Flashback 45 minutes ago

"But mom…" the young Digimon pleaded. "What if this is a trap, you can't Digivolve! This guy takes apart Ultimates, and you're only a ROOKIE. You won't stand a chance!"

"No you're all staying here, and that's final!" Looking over the group of teens and children she felt a sense of finality. "If this turns out to be a trap… if I don't return within five minutes of the first sign of a fight, head to the school and follow him. Make sure he doesn't complete his mission. Is that clear!"

"Yes, Ma'am…" They all said in a discouraged tone. She turned to the white-haired young lady wearing a worn leather jacket, jeans, boots and a torn T-shirt carrying a sports bag. "Kara, I want him taken alive if at all possible. Is that clear?"

Kara shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, turned her head and snorted. "Yeah, don't blow up the enemy. You want him in one piece blah, blah, yak yak.. Whatever!"

Renamon shook her head and sighed in frustration. She then turned and walked to the missing section of wall they had entered through. "If I'm not back in an hour follow your orders." With that she was gone.

End flashback

Renamon watched him come closer to her. I'm sorry Gogglehead, I failed him…

Flashback 8 year ago

Renamon ran as fast as she could towards the coordinates she had been relayed, hoping that her fears were not justified. Turning a corner, she saw the patrol that had made the report standing a perimeter watch. The sadness in their eyes when they saw her froze her heart, and caused her to push herself to go even faster.

Half a block from her destination she could see the main body of the patrol standing guard around a broken down store. As she slowed in her approach the guard parted to allow her past. Panting heavily she jogged into the building, and instantly wished she hadn't. Lying in front of her was her worst nightmare.

He was lying on a pile of rubble, legs twisted and useless. Cuts and burns covered what she could see of him, blood covered the rubble he was lying on. The only sign of life was the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Slowly moving towards him she felt her knees go weak. She looked at the medic that was kneeling beside him, withdrawing a syringe from the ruined flesh of his arm, hoping for some sign of hope. However, when he met her tortured eyes he only gave a single sorrowful shake of his head. It would amaze her for years to come how such a small and simple movement could so completely destroy a person.

Standing up he stepped towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Whispering, he spoke to her. "I'm sorry, there is too much damage… I've given him some painkillers so at least he won't suffer. He is conscious, so you should say your good-byes now. He probably won't last much longer."

Feeling strangely calm she knelt beside him and gently stroked his cheek with her paw. As she did his eyes opened slightly and he gave her a pale version of his normally heartwarming smile. "Hello Foxy, Guess I really screwed up this time. Huh?"

"Shhhhh… you didn't screw up." Renamon felt her tears running down her cheeks as the calm that had surrounded her started to melt under the reality of what was happening. "You never did."

"It's that bad, huh?" He chuckled as Renamon smiled weakly. Lifting his hand slowly he gently brushed a tear from her cheek. "Please don't cry, Foxy! We both knew this would happen eventually, I'm only human and we don't live as long as Digimon."

She closed her eyes and leaned into the hand that rested upon her cheek. "Renamon…" she looked up, both from the surprise of him using her name and the tone he only used when something was absolutely serious and deadly important. "I want you too promise me something."

She looked into his eyes, and seeing the determination within them, she squeezed his hand to her cheek. "Name it."

He blinked slowly and took a labored breath, giving her a pleading look. "Promise no matter what happens, you will never give up on him!"

Bowing her head she fought back a sob, biting her lip at the begging tone in his voice. "You didn't need to ask if I would promise or not. I promise, Takato, I promise I will burn in all the hells ever dreamed of before I give up on him!"

She took one last look deep into his life-filled eyes. "I love you, Gogglehead!"

Takato smiled weakly at the old nickname. "I love you too Foxy-lady."

As she watched the light in his eyes flickered and fade, as his entire body went limp. Shaking her head in denial as her face twisted in pain she buried her head in the chest of the body of her soulmate and wailed. Hearing a choking sob coming from someone other than herself, she looked up and was greeted by the sight of a yellow-haired boy sitting in the corner, knees pulled to his chest. His arms wrapped around his knees, as his pale face, eyes glazed over and trembling, peered over.

"Max…?"

End flashback

I still miss you Love, Renamon closed her eyes and chuckled silently. Looks like he was telling the truth…

Flashback 16 years ago

The black crystalline blade pressed to her throat nicking the skin. Renamon stared defiantly into the Digimon's black eyes as he grinned maniacally down at her prone form lying on the ground. Tilting his head to the side his smile went from insane to ironic. "Don't worry you will not die today. When next we find ourselves in this position, I promise you will not be so lucky, though!"

Turning quickly he spun the sword in his hands and threw it like a spear. The world slowed for Renamon in that instant, the blade seemed to take forever to pass through Rika's body, as did the gunshots as the mortally injured white-haired girl emptied her clip into his back. Worst of all was his grim laughter as he lay dying on the ground, interrupted only by the cryptic statement of "I win..." right before the girl placed her last round in his head.

End flashback

Renamon felt something tug on the pouch at her waist. Forcing her eyes open she weakly grasped the wrist of the hand Feralmon was gripping her pouch with. Looking into his cold eyes she smiled lovingly and whispered "Max… I forgive you."

Yanking his wrist from her grasp ripping the pouch off in the process, he stood looking down at her sword held at his side. "Why? I don't!"

Her eyes left his, focusing beyond him, as her face took on a look of peace and joy. "Takato, Rika…"

His eyes softened slightly as a single tear ran down his cheek. He placed the contents of the pouch in his jacket pocket. "You'll be with them soon…" Stepping back he closed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest as hundreds of glowing black crystal shards formed around him "Goodbye Mother… BLACK DIAMOND ARMAGEDDON!" As he shouted out his attack the explosive projectiles hurled at her dying form.

~*-*~

"Times up!" Kara jumped to the street below, and ran towards the location Renamon had given them, quickly followed by the others, who were helping the emotionally distraught Ren keep up. They were two blocks from the school when a series of explosions, so close together that only their years of experience allowed them to tell it was more then one, blew the remaining glass from the windows, and sent a huge column of smoke, fire and dust skyward.

They stood frozen as a figure slowly walked out of the inferno that burned where the school had been.

Glancing at them he smirked as he pulled an object from his jacket and shirt. Inserting the crystal from his necklace into the Digivice he had taken from Renamon, a command prompt showed on the screen. Chuckling grimly he looked over at the shocked group as a Digital Field began to rise around them. "Run program; Password: Date of Destiny."

The second he finished giving the command all the surrounding Digivices began glowing, sending beams of light to each other soon connecting them all and make the fog spin slowly gaining speed. Aiming Rika's D-arc straight up, he allowed a beam of light to shoot out of it, only to have a pillar of energy shoot down and spread out encompassing everything with in the center of the circle of light made by the Digivices.

~*-*~

Kara grabbed her head as she rolled onto her back. What the hell was that? Opening her eyes she found herself looking up a crystal blade into a set of dead eyes. "Been a long time Psycho Girl. We were friends so I'll give you a warning. Stay out of my way, OR ELSE!"

Turning away he took two steps and disappeared. When she turned her head searching for his new location she froze in shock. Where only seconds before had only been the burned out buildings of a ruined city, now stretched miles of intact builds and lights. After staring for several minutes she finally found the words to sum up the situation "HOLY SHIT!!!"

To be continued…