Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Circles (or Sins of the future) ❯ Chapter 1: Lost Causes? ( Chapter 1 )

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: I am aware of some inaccuracies in regards to a character in this section, but if you feel you must complain about it go ahead… at least it will show me someone's reading this! Again please R&R! Thanks to Anorexicchibi for Beta-reading this for me!

Chapter 1: Lost Causes?

Feralmon put his sunglasses on as he walked down the street humming a song. He sidestepped a girl running down the sidewalk in the direction he was coming from; glancing up he saw a form run across the roof of the building beside him. "Rika and Renamon…" He chuckled humorlessly at the realization "So the games begin again!"

He turned around and continued his walk in the direction of the park, now quietly singing the song he had been humming. "It's a small world after all…"

~*-*~

Kara shook off the shock of her new surroundings and looked around for her teammates. She found them lying unconscious, scattered across the schoolyard around her. Walking over to the closest one, she turned him over and felt for a pulse sighing in relief when she found one. She sat up and backhanded him across the face as hard as she could. His eyes snapped open as he grabbed his cheek and moaned in pain. Looking down into Leo's wide-open eyes she smiled sweetly. "Wake up."

She stood and was about to wake the others when he grabbed her arm. "I'll get them up! Why don't you… count how many detonators you have left, watch for a patrol or something."

She looked down at him in confusion for a moment then shrugged. She walked over to the wall of the school, took something from her bag and began juggling. Shaking his head slightly he went to the nearest of the others and shook him awake. He looked from the bruise forming on his cheek, to Kara's antics and back before rolling his remaining eyes with a sigh.

Ren, her head pounding like a jackhammer, slowly opened her eyes to the sight of Kara juggling again. Feeling numb inside she stood and looked around. She felt the numbness recede slightly as she realized that she had no idea where they were.

Ren walked to the oldest of them, and in a voice like a hurt and scared child asked "Suzie, where are we?"

Suzie turned to her, took in the glazed eyes and flat expression, and took off her jacket to put it around Ren's shoulders. She sat her against the wall of the school, so she wouldn't trip and hurt herself.

However Ren just grabbed her arm and held on like she was afraid she would disappear if she let go. "I'm not sure, Serenity, and I need to talk to the others to figure it out. I will be right over there." She pointed to the fence where Kara and the others had gathered. "You'll be able to see us the entire time. Okay?"

Ren shook her head and started whimpering. Suzie sighed, then put her arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently towards the others. Kara seeing this exchange frowned slightly in worry, then her usual indifferent expression returned.

"Guys…" All six of her teammates turned to see what was up and froze when they saw Ren "She's in shock, Big time! We need to get her to a base for treatment! So does anyone have any idea where we are?"

"Wrong question, Suze." Kara jerked her neck to the west where a large reader board flashed the time and date 6/16/01 7:10 p.m. between ads. "I think that should be 'When' are we?"

"Okay…" Everyone looked at the young man who had spoken. "Now what do we do?"

No one answered the question, and it was quickly forgotten when the gate was thrown open as a girl ran inside quickly followed by a familiar yellow Digimon. Ren stared at the partners for a few seconds, then her eyes crossed and she went out like a light, hitting the ground before anyone could catch her.

~*-*~

Rika ran, cursing silently, in the direction her D-arc was pointing. Just what I didn't need… Another Deva! It has to be…I mean that's all that has been coming through lately. I hope that Takato and Henry show. I'm not in the mood to try and take on a Deva alone.

She looked at her D-arc, which only indicated that she was too close for it to give a direction. She looked up just in time to avoid running into somebody in black. As she turned the corner she saw the digital field vanish, but she was still getting a reading on her D-arc, so she ran towards where the field had been.

She found herself in front of Takato and Henry's school. Seeing movement through the fence, she ran to the gate, pushed it open and instantly froze. Standing in the middle of the walkway was a total of five humans and Digimon, two of which were pointing some rather large guns at her. A third had fainted. "You move, Fox, she dies! Not even you can cover that distance and get us both in time!"

Renamon tilted her head and looked closely at the teens, her eyes narrowed as her face took on a grim expression. "You're bluffing!"

"Bluffing? Are we playing poker?" Turning her head in the direction the voice came from, Rika saw a girl with white hair grinning devilishly. She then held up both her hands showing Rika and Renamon four cylinders with handles, just before throwing them underhanded at them. "Good! I've got 4 of a kind!"

"Fire in the hole!" Seeing the others throw themselves to the ground, Renamon grabbed Rika, placing herself between her tamer and the projectiles. The canisters exploded in huge flashes of light and sound that threw them to the ground as it blinded and deafened them. When Rika could see again, they were gone. The only sign that they were ever there at all was the ringing in her ears.

Renamon sat up with a groan and rubbed the side of her head as spots danced in her vision. Rika was standing a few feet away, staring into the darkness with a strange expression. Unknown to the other both of them where having the exact same thought. What the Hell just happened?

~*-*~

Feralmon walked down the street looking around at the darkened city around him in a tourist fashion. I can't believe this place; it's so big, so alive… He watched as a couple walked by, arms around each other's waists. And the people… they are so carefree!

<That's because they have, for the most part, peace and security. Those go a long way toward happiness; and just think, you're going to destroy it all. Aren't you just so proud of that? > Feralmon growled at the whispery voice that rang through his head.

"Shut up and Get Out of my head! You're dead, so go haunt someone that cares!" Cursing silently at the looks the couple was giving him, he turned and stormed down the sidewalk. He ducked into the first alley he came to and kept walking until a guy with a gun stepped into his path. When he glanced around he found that there were two more behind him with pipes, and a forth at the end of the alley. "Give us everything you got! Now!"

Feralmon looked all around him with a perplexed expression, and then looked back at the one that had spoken. "Why?" They looked at him like he was crazy.

"Because I have a gun, and if you don't I'm going to use it!" Feralmon looked around again, scratching his head in confusion.

"Look, are you guys trying to make a joke or trying to insult me? Because I only see three of you, and I wouldn't call that thing a pop gun!" The speaker pulled back the hammer on the gun and pointed it right in Feralmon's face.

"Just give it to us, NOW, moron!" Feralmon bowed his head. Reaching up, he removed his sunglasses and placed them in his pocket, then looked the punk right in the eye with a fang-revealing smile. "Just remember… You asked for this!"

~*-*~

Krack

Kara landed on her back in the asphalt. She reached up and rubbed her jaw where a very angry Suzie had just hit her. "Precisely how the HELL do you get 'Blow them up' out of our orders?"

Kara sat up and looked Suzie right in the eyes with a cold hard gaze. "First off those orders are yours from Renamon, Suzie Q. Mine aren't, and they involved the words 'extreme prejudice' and 'completely expendable', if you catch my drift! Secondly, they were only Flash-bangs completely non-lethal. The most that could happen is a headache from the light and noise."

Suzie stared at her in disbelief. I knew there was bad blood between them, but this…Her face took on a cold expression as her emotions battled for dominance. "So, whose orders do you plan to follow, Renamon's or Henry's?"

Kara wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on them as she smiled secretively at Suzie. "I haven't decided, but when I do you'll be the third to know!"

Suzie looked at her with a pitying expression. "Kara, I know how you must have felt when Wildmon… left, but that's no reason to endanger the others, is it? Or are you so far gone that nothing means anything to you anymore?"

Kara slowly stood up, never taking her eyes from Suzie's as she stepped forward so she was almost nose-to-nose with Suzie. "Suzie… to be honest, I'm probably the sanest person you've have. And as to my feelings… Don't you ever fucking presume to know how I feel about anything! You might not like what you find out. Am I coming through loud and clear, Suze?!"

Suzie stared into her eyes silently for several moments before they were both distracted by someone noisily clearing their throat. "Ladies, as much as I might enjoy watching you take each other apart, we have a rather huge problem here…"

Leo had their full attention as he stared at the city around the rooftop they were standing on. "We've always assumed that… the Feralmon we were facing was a different one than they faced. I mean he was killed… Hell, his remains are in deep freeze at Hypnos HQ… But from what I've seen so far I'm beginning to think that he really is the Original!"

He turned to face the others and flinched at their dubious expressions. "Look, if that sign was right, we're less then 3 days before the first battle in which The Tamers faced Feralmon … That means that it's highly improbable that it isn't him! Hell the only way it couldn't be him is if there's another Feralmon, and given the unique nature of the beast, somehow I doubt there is a chance of that."

"Tell me something I don't know Leo…" Kara walked to the edge of the building and stared down at the empty street below. "Look… you guys will just slow me down, so I'll take care of this. You just find some help for Ren, and find a place for a base camp. I'll find you when it's ov…"

Kara never finished her sentence as a slight pressure against her back caused her to go silent. Slowly she turned her head to look behind her and found Leo was pressing the barrel of his sniper rifle against her back. He was giving her a murderous look. "'Tell me something I don't know', Kara? Precisely what do you know, so we can make sure not to cover it again!"

Kara looked at the betrayed expressions on the others faces and snorted in contempt. "If the Sovereign couldn't get anything out of me in 6 months what makes you think I'll tell you anything? Besides, you haven't got the clearance for it. Now, we can stand here arguing all night, or I can go stop him from deleting Guilmon. Which would you prefer, Suz?"

"Kara… I have two things too say to you." Suzie glared at her for several seconds "First off… if you disobey orders and kill him without a good reason; I'll kill you myself. Secondly I have a higher clearance level then you!"

Kara smirked smugly at her "I never said I was cleared for it!"

Suzie snarled at her, obviously wanting to beat a straight answer out of her, before she growled out an order. "Fine, go, but your not going alone! Bez, keep her company!" As the large Digimon passed her Suzie grabbed his shoulder and whispered, "Make sure she follows orders, but most importantly make sure you both come back alive!"

He looked down at her for a moment, then he smirked and chuckled. "Momentai, Suz this will be a walk in the park!" As he stepped past her the smirk dropped from his face to be replaced by an expression of grim resolve.

Kara looked nervously from Suzie to 'Bez' and back again. "Suz maybe Leo…" She trailed off as both of them gave her withering looks.

Kara shook her head and jumped off the roof quickly followed by her dark companion. When he landed beside her, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as they started toward the park. "You don't have to go, you know. We both know…"

"Kara… shut up. Yeah, I know… and I also know that if you go alone either you or Guilmon will die." He watched wistfully as a motorcycle passed before looking down with a sorrowfully smile at the empty left sleeve of his leather jacket. "I would have liked to go for just one more ride though…"

"Come on, Bad Ass," Kara said as she punched him on the shoulder and started running down the street. "We've an appointment to keep… And it's impolite to keep Death waiting!"

~*-*~

The officer slowly entered the alley, while his junior partner stood watch at the mouth. They had received several reports of screams and gunfire coming from it. The veteran officer emerged from the alley only seconds after entering. Pale-faced, he walked to the patrol car and reached through the window for the radio handset. "We need back up, a forensics team, and the coroner at our location!"

The younger officer watched his partner, wondering what could rattle a veteran officer so badly. His curiosity getting the better of him, he walked into the alley. He had only gone a few paces when he found himself frozen in horrified awe. Lying in the middle of the alley, about ten feet from the mouth of a side alley, was a black crystalline statue. It depicted a young man, in a half-laying position, arm outstretched as if pleading for mercy, face twisted in terror and pain.

Forcing his eyes from the gruesome statue, he noticed for the first time the moisture that coated almost the entire alley and the almost familiar smell that permeated it. As his eyes searched the alleyway for the source of the moisture, they came to rest on a gun lying against the wall of the alley, next to a pile of shredded clothing. That in itself was not a problem, but the dismembered hand holding it brought into stark realization both the nature of the liquid that covered the alley and the source of the coppery smell.

His partner looked up from the radio just in time to see him as he dashed from the alley and emptied the contents of his stomach into the gutter.

~*-*~

Rub Rub Rub Rub

Feralmon dipped the soft, white cloth into the container of warm oil, then went back to rubbing out the scuffmark from his leather trench coat. "Stupid human… I've told them all time and time again… DON'T TOUCH THE JACKET!! But do they listen? NO! So, then I get to spend an hour rubbing out the scuffs and covering up the stains, Why do humans have to be so STUPID?"

Feralmon lifted his jacket and inspected the offended area, then smiled in satisfaction. "There you go, baby. Good as new!" He looked around and spotted a broken branch on a nearby tree. He hung the jacket on it to dry. He reached into one of its pockets and pulled out a CD-man, headphone and a plastic CD case. Flipping through the case he chose one and placed it in the player. "Now you wait right here till you're dry. I've got a schedule to keep, so I'll be back in a few minutes. Talking to a jacket… if I wasn't insane, I'd say I've definitely been alone waaaay to long!"

< You're not crazy; you're just a self-pitying asshole! That was a little on the excessive side, don't you think? > The whispering voice continued, < And I'd watch what you say about humans if I was you! >

Feralmon groaned, put his head phones on and hit play. < Heh, heh. Trying to drown me out? That's not going to happen! Hey! Turn it up, I like this one! > Feralmon smiled to himself at this. "Why don't you go away? You're not going to like this, and I'm getting sick of your shit!"

< Now why would I do that, even if I could? You need me if you're ever going to stop th…" Feralmon released a animalistic roar of anger before it could finish, then quietly but forcibly whispered a threat to the unseen tormentor. "SHUT UP! NOTHING CAN STOP IT! ALL THAT TRYING DID WAS BRING EVERYONE MORE PAIN! So shut up about it, or else!"

The voice was silent for a moment, then sighed. < Fine! I have just one more thing to say. Who are you trying to convince? You, or me? > Feralmon just growled and walked toward a barred concrete doorway just visible through the trees of the park.

~*-*~

Guilmon turned onto the stairs leading to his 'home'. He was quite upset that he hadn't been there when the latest Devas attacked. I should have been there. Takato or one of the others could have been killed! But if I had been there, people would have been 'freaked out' and Takato would have gotten in trouble.

When Guilmon stepped on to the cement landing in front of his home his eyes went feral, but after a second his face got a confused expression. It smells like a Digimon, but it doesn't smell like a Digimon…? My head hurts!

He walked cautiously towards the entrance of his little 'house'. As he entered the darkened cave-like room a whistle caught his attention. He turned his head just in time for a thick black object to connect hard with his head, and send him flying out into the park to connect with a tree. As he lay against the tree he saw what appeared to be a human walk from the entrance of his home with a sword on his shoulder, right before everything went black.

~*-*~

Takato was staring out his bedroom window, trying to relax after the Devas earlier attack and figure out why two had crossed over at once when his D-arc started beeping at him. He grabbed it and checked the screen. For a split second, it showed a Digimon profile. Then, too quickly for him to even read the name, the device went dead.

Takato's face went blank for a moment and he hit it a few times in frustration. After a few minutes of trying to get it to work, a tiny voice whispered a terrifying possibility to his perplexed mind. Maybe it's not giving any data because there is nothing to get the information from anymore. Maybe that Digimon's already uploaded him… "NO!"

Takato, mind reeling in fear, ran out of his room, past both of his startled parents and out of the house at a crazed pace. He has to be all right… I don't know what I'd do without him… he's my best friend! He had just turned the last corner and could see the park when a huge explosion lit the area, immediately followed by gunfire, smaller explosions and what sounded like energy blasts. What the hell! It sounds like a war's going on in there. Takato jumped as an energy blast came out of the park and hit the building beside him. As the dust settled a dark figure lifted itself from the rubble. "If that's how they want to play, fine by me!" Then it charged back into the park with a growl of primal rage.

~*-*~

Kara and Bez entered the park and were jumping from tree to tree heading in the direction of Guilmon's den. They arrived just in time to see Guilmon's flight into the tree. Reaching up, Kara grabbed two of the grenades hanging from her jacket by their pins. Yanking them off, she threw them at the figure walking through the trees toward Guilmon.

As both grenades exploded in flashes of light and fire she drew two of the pistols from her jacket. She jumped to the ground, blocking Feralmon's path to Guilmon. Feralmon stepped out of the cloud left by the grenade explosions with a mocking smile. "Ouch! Look out! I think there's a bee over here, because something just stung me!" He slowly advanced towards her and Guilmon. "You never seem to learn. Those pitiful human weapons might as well be feathers to me!"

Kara smirked sarcastically at him. "Oh, I learn… but you obviously don't!" That said, she lowered her aim and started rapidly pulling the trigger of the gun in her left hand. The first round hit him in the groin, the others slammed into his thighs and knees. He immediately staggered back and doubled over with a groan. Then he slowly started to straighten with a rising growl. The look he was giving her when his face became visible was terrifying. As he started towards her, Bez dropped to the ground right in front of him, gun drawn.

Feralmon stared at the one-armed, two-eyed Digimon before him in surprise for split second. "You…?" Beelzemon just smiled and repeatedly pulled the trigger. The energy blasts hit Feralmon squarely in the chest, knocking him off his feet and carrying him out of sight.

Beelzemon watched the direction Feralmon had gone, weapon ready. After a few seconds he heard a familiar roar-like shriek. Shaking his head, he addressed Kara without taking his eyes off the forest around him. "Take Guilmon and get out the hell of here! I'll hold him off."

Kara looked at the empty sleeve of Beelzemon's jacket, the empty eye socket, and hesitated. "But…" He gritted his teeth in frustration. "Kara if you don't leave Right Now I swear you won't have to worry about Suzie deleting you because I'll do it myself!"

Kara shook her head sadly, slid an arm under Guilmon and gently lifted him onto her shoulder. "He has a slight problem blocking on his left, his reflexes are slightly slower on that side. Good luck. It's been a privilege!" As she ran down path around the corner leading to the far side of the park, he smiled grimly. "Same here…"

Seconds later he was thrown to the ground as something exploded from the trees in front of him, slamming into his chest and driving him to the ground. He found himself looking at his reflection on a set of obsidian eyes with red lines in a vein-like pattern. "Well, Bezzy, I'd ask if you're here to lend me a hand… but I already have one of yours! And seeing as you're obviously working with that group of no-hopers that Renamon sent after me, I don't see the point. By the way, how did she convince you to work for her? Give you a roll in the hay?" Beelzemon's eyes narrowed as his lips pulled back showing his teeth in a soundless snarl. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. She's only screwed half the northern division! So I got to… Acchhh"

Beelzemon's tail wrapped around Feralmon's neck and yanked him backwards hard enough to send him tumbling backwards into a nearby tree. As he rose to his knee he fired several blast at Feralmon's rising form. He watched the cloud of dust and smoke for any signs of movement "You Son-of-a-Bitch! Even after all this, you refuse to give her any respect. She moved heaven and earth trying to help you. Too bad she wasted the effort on a piece of trash like you!"

When he had finished the dust and smoke had cleared enough to show the startled Beelzemon that Feralmon wasn't there anymore. Suddenly something landed on his back and wrapped something around his throat. As he grabbed at whatever was constricting his throat, his pistol was knocked from his hand. "I'll start to show my mother respect when she starts acting like a responsible adult and does the responsible thing by breaking my fucking neck the second she gives birth!"

Beelzemon's vision started to tunnel and blur as the lack of air made his head start to pound. Finally the lack of oxygen caused him to black out for the final time. As he hovered between life and death he relived the two most important moments of his life…

~*-*~

Renamon watched him from across the room for several seconds before speaking. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming."

Beelzemon gave her an impassive look before speaking "I almost didn't! Your message said it was important? So enough small talk, what do you need?"

Renamon gave him a sad smile before walking to the window of her office. She spent several moments silently watching the inhabitants of the refuge go about their day to day business. "I need your assistance for a special mission. I need you to go with me and a hand picked unit, as backup in case I'm wrong…" She turned to him with a broken expression and pointed at a thick file folder on her desk. "Before you make your decision, you might want to take a look at the mission information on my desk."

As he flipped through the file he stopped at a page about halfway through. After staring at it in silence for a moment he closed the file and sat down heavily in one of the chairs in her office with an expression that clearly said 'convince me'. "I hate to ask this of you but you and Henry are the only friends I have left from before… and I need someone that I can both trust and knows the environment! "

Beelzemon stared at her with blank expression, then gave her a sarcastic smile. < She trusts me? That's a new one! Still if it's this important to her…> "Fine… I'll go! Just don't think this means I'm joining your side; I'm just helping a friend…"

~*-*~

Impmon stood staring at Renamon with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide for a few seconds before shaking his head and shuddering. "A-A-a human? What… this is a joke right? You've just trying to have a laugh at my expense…Right?"

She smiled down at him sadly, eyes full of empathy. "No Impmon, I'm serious! I know how you feel about me; so I wanted you to hear this from me rather then finding out on your own! You're a good friend and I'm sorry if this hurts you, but Takato…" Renamon smiled as a far off expression crossed her face "He completes me, I begin where he ends, and vice versa. I belong with him I love you but only as a friend or maybe a brother… I'm sorry!"

Impmon looked at her for a second without expression "I understand… Good luck Fox-face!"

Renamon smiled happily at him, leaned down, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before bounding from rooftop to rooftop in the direction of Hypnos HQ. As he watched tears started to fall freely down his cheeks "Because you're going to need it…!"

Two days later

The Guardromon walked beside Impmon as he took the final steps of one life and the first into another. As they entered the large room the sole occupant looked up from a document in amusement. "Impmon, may I ask the reason for your visit?"

Impmon's hands curled his hands into fists, and then he slowly dropped to one knee and bowed his head. "I wanted t'a know if that Bounty hunter position was still available?"

The Digimon Sovereign slowly smiled as it's evil laugh filled the room.

~*-*~

Takato watched from the hill, that held Guilmon's shack, as two Digimon fought on the path below; one standing on the back of the other with a chain wrapped around it's throat pulling back on it with an enraged snarl. When the one on the ground stopped moving, the standing one gave the chain a few quick hard jerks then glared at the chain. As it let go of the chain it brought both hands up and with a movement as if drawing them from a sheaf pulled two black swords from thin air. This is nuts I can't just stand here and watch it get hacked to bits! It's helpless, beaten and hurt isn't that e'nuff?

Takato picked up a pipe with some cement on the end that appeared to have once been part of the stair's handrail, ran down the hill and swung the pipe so that it firmly connecting with the back of the Digimon's head. As it slowly turned it's head to look at him Takato had only one thought go through his mind Why doesn't anything ever go like I plan it?

~*-*~

Feralmon stood over Beelzemon's unconscious form with both his swords drawn. What do I do now? He isn't supposed to be here… It's supposed to be Ren, Leo, Kara, Suzie, Lopmon, and Grey. There's not supposed to be a Beelzemon! How… That Fucking Bitch! Even dead she won't stop trying to make my life a living… What the hell!

When he turned his head Feralmon found a brown hair kid wearing goggles holding a metal pipe. As he smirked at the kid's gumption Feralmon set one of his swords against the end of the pipe and gently pushed watching as the pipe split down the center like a banana. He stopped when about half the pipe was split, twisted the sword so that the pipe was pulled from the would-be hero's hands, dropped the sword and grabbed him by the throat lifting him so that they were eye-to-eye.

As he growled low in his throat he could feel the boy tremble in fear. Inhaling deeply to roar in the child's face Feralmon felt the growl die in his throat and his face go slack as he caught the boys scent. Which instantly reduced him too back to that scared child. Dad…?

~*-*~

Takato trembled as he stared into the dead eyes of the Digimon as it effortless held him nearly a meter off the ground by the throat. Suddenly he felt its grip loosen until he fell to his backside on the ground were he watched as the Digimon slowly started to back up. It then spun and sprinted into the surrounding darkness; leaving a very confused young man several things to figure out topmost being, What just happened? And what do I do with this guy?

To be continued…

Next part: Yamaki gets a very unwelcome visitor, Renamon disappears, Takato searches for Guilmon, and Henry meets a new friend… sort of! Until next time! ;p