Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Spectrum ❯ Yellow ( Chapter 3 )

Ok, in our last chapter, Tai found himself dangling above(read this part like Dr. Evil!), a pool of molten hot magma, where he was forced to confront the notion that bravery isn't always about big battles and that molten rock experiences fear and contentment.
But he is out in one piece, and yes, Agumon's gotten bigger too. But what's this? Physical proof! His eyes are glowing?! Maybe now that they've met up with the girls, they can get some answers.

...maybe not.

Btw, for those who don't want to do the math, Sora is 21, Tai is 22, and TK is now the ripe old age of 18. Biyomon and Agumon are approx. 19-20, and Patamon is approx. 18 *human years* (make note of this!)
A.S.D.A

The Spectrum Series
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep


Spectrum: Yellow

The Letter

>Takeru Takashi-

>Greetings! It has been a long time, hasn't it? I do

>rather hope this message finds you in good health. Up

>for an adventure?

>I certainly hope so, because the Digital World needs its

>guardians. If you are brave, and I truly believe you all are,

>click on the 'Reply' button. Good Luck!

>May the Fates be kind,

>Gennai

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The Reply
(a/n- to void confusion, sentences in <""> indicate the destined's thought replies)

"TK! TK, help!"

"I'm coming, Patamon!!!" TK cursed as he stumbled, the words whipped away by the relentless winds that had plagued him ever since he arrived. "I'll find you! I swear it!"

*Give up, boy!*

"Never!"

*You'll never make it*

TK ignored the voice and pressed onward. As if to taunt him further, the wind increased its fury. Now the air was damp with chill, and TK shivered as he was soaked to the bone.

*Why do you bother? You'll never bridge the gap between the two of you*

TK had already realized something like that. He'd fought for every inch, but Patamon's voice never grew closer. But there was a snowflake's chance in hell that he would surrender before finding his best friend. Not after losing him to Devimon so many years ago.

"I! WILL! NOT! GIVE! UP!!" he shouted as he stumbled again. He sniffed and wiped his nose. Blood. He must have landed on his face on not realized it. <"Fix it later....">

*Determined little brat, aren't you?*

"Leave me alone! All of you!"

TK almost fell again as the wind suddenly paused, like it was startled, before returning to its previous hurricane-like strength.

*All of us?* the voice asked, amused. *And just how many of us do you presume to hear?*

The young blonde quickly realized what he'd said and what he was being asked. Perhaps if he answered correctly, these winds would let him reach the bat-winged digimon. Trying to ignore the distant, pitiful cries, he stood still and listened carefully.

At first all he heard were the howls and shrieks anybody would hear if they were crazy enough to stand in the middle of a tornado. But after a few moments of intense concentration, there became more.

One voice, as harsh and cold as an icy blast

Two, thick and garbled, like someone with a very bad head cold.

Three, effeminate, warm and carefree, like sunshine on a spring day

Four, weak but demanding to be heard, like a petulant child

Each voice asked him the same thing over and over- *How many, Takeru? Can you really hear us all, Takeru?*-in insistent little whispers that could destroy the mind.

"There's at least four of you. I-I think there might be more, but..."

*But what?* asked the weakest voice.

"I-I can't distinguish them. They just seem to keep overlapping into each other."

*Fine as that is, * the harshest voice hissed, throwing a chill through the young teen. *You do realize your standing here has made you too late to rescue the piglet?*

"Patamon! No!" TK bolted forward. "And he is *not* a pig!"

The winds pushed him back once again.

"Please! let me through!"

*No*

"Why not?!"

*You will not get there in time*

"I will if you let me through! You'll see! Lemme go!"

*Forget it. It's hopeless*

"NOTHING IS HOPELESS!"

His words echoed in the empty glade. Wait? Glade? wasn't he just in a dark cavern of some sort? But what happened to Patamon?!

*He was never in danger*

"Huh?! You mean to tell me I was worried for nothing?"

*This was a test*

"Test for what?" Boy, did he feel silly talking to empty space.

*You have the Crest of Hope, Takeru Takashi. But to bear an object is one thing. To contain its essence is another

We are the Four Winds, and we bind ourselves to your side. As we grow together, your connection to us will deepen, and permit you to hear the stories whispered by our children-the words of prophets and kings, of thieves and murderers, and all in between since your kind first used our gift of life*

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Destination

The wind died away, leaving TK in an almost unnatural silence. It was almost more deafening than the hurricane gales he'd been subject to.

"Hey, TK! What're you doing out here?"

"Patamon!" the tall blonde grabbed the winged guinea pig in a bear hug.

"TK! You're squishing me!" Patamon giggled as he wriggled free. "Did you forget to comb your hair before you came here?" he teased as he hovered at eye level. His wings seemed to strain more to keep his larger frame afloat.

"Oh, ah, haha!" TK realized he must look a fright, hair all mussed, face red with windburn, and dried blood on his upper lip. Good thing Matt wasn't there, he'd probably get a scolding for allowing his hair to be in such disarray! "It's a long story."

"TK! Patamon!"

"Tai? Hey, Tai!"

TK wave to the party that came running towards him. As they drew closer, he realized everyone was...different.

Sure, Agumon and Biyomon were bigger looking, it was his human friends who seemed the most different, though he couldn't put a finger on it.

"Hey guys." he said as they finally caught up with him. "You will *not* believe what just happened to me!" Tai and Sora looked at each other, smiled, and faced the youngest.

"Wanna bet?" they asked in unison.



Well, so now we know something's definitely up. But what? Can u guess who's next?