Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Children Of Fate ❯ 1 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: moose_of_doom 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
PART 1: THE FADED LIGHT.
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Chapter 1:
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The house was small; it’s faded wooden façade overlooking the white sand of the beach, from where the light sounds of the waves faded up towards him, like a sigh on the wind.
Davis sat on the rock, and grinned into the sunset. He felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging to this place. For no real reason, her put a hand to his chest, feeling like something was missing.
Then he moved his hand up to the light brown stubble that covered his jaw. He knew that he should go inside and shave, but he couldn’t seem to tear his vision away from that startlingly red sunset. The light played gently over his eyes, and strangely, he didn’t even feel a sensation of discomfort.
“Davis?”
He smiled as he heard her voice, and twisted his neck to look at her. She was outlined against the chipped white paint of the front of the house. Her chestnut hair, which she had allowed to grow long, drifted playfully across her shoulders as she strode across the beach towards him, barefoot in the warm sand.
“Hey.”
“Hey. What are you doing out here?”
“Just watching the sun go down.”
She sat on the rock next to him, and placed her hand on his. The twin rings, bands of plain gold, glittered in the fading light.
“I love you, Davis Motomiya.”
“I love you too, Kari Motomiya.”
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He pulled the razor over the stubble, neatly trimming it away as he worked. Behind him, her heard the bathroom door open, and a delicious scent wafted in. Kari wrapped her arms around him, and clamped her hands over his eyes.
“Guess who?”
“Hmm… Avril Lavigne.”
“Hey!”
“Oh. It’s you. Just when I thought my luck was in.”
She punched him lightly in the ribs, making him slip slightly with the razor, making a slight cut in the flesh of his chin.
“Ow!”
“Wuss.”
“I didn’t deserve that!”
“You deserve everything you get.” His wife replied haughtily.
He laughed, and wiped the blood off of his chin with a piece of tissue. Turning round to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You know you don’t mean that.”
“And why not?”
“I’m too adorable for you to get mad at.”
She laughed, and he leaned in, gently kissing her on the mouth.
“Mmm. Very nice. If your dinners as good, I’ll see what I can arrange for dessert.”
“Ooh, I’m intrigued.”
“It’s nothing you ain’t seen before, bub. Remember to lock Veemon out this time.”
“Heh. Where is that rogue, anyway?”
“He’s sitting down on the beach, I think he likes surf-gazing as much as you do.”
“It’s not as if I’ve got anything better to do.” He teased.
She punched him in the ribs again, making him flinch, and jerk the razor away from his face before he could do any more damage to himself.
“Wipe yourself off, and get your ass in here. I don’t want your carefully prepared dinner to spoil.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Stop being so sarcastic, or I’ll beat you up.”
“Yes Boss.”
She sighed in mock exasperation, and headed back out into the corridor that led to the dining room.
“Why do I have to put up with this stuff?”
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The candlelight flickered playfully over the ceiling, as the pair sat down for their first private meal together as Husband and Wife. Out on the Beach, Veemon sat gazing moodily at the surf. Beside him, Gatomon was curled up on the rock, looking precisely like the cat that her form emulated. The blue Digimon picked up a pebble, and tossed it into the lapping waves.
“You know,” Gatomon said without moving from her position. “That’s a really irritating thing to do when someone’s trying to nap.”
He glanced over at her.
“You shouldn’t really be napping at this time anyway. You know that you won’t be able to sleep tonight if you do.”
“Davis and Kari wont be getting much sleep, so why should we?”
“Yes, but in their defence, they are the newlyweds.”
Gatomon, accepting that she wasn’t going to get any sleep at that particular moment, stood, stretched, and wiped a paw across her head.
“And what do you think that makes us?”
“Don’t push it, kitty. You’re getting as good at those innuendo as Kari is.”
“Well, she IS my partner.”
Veemon laughed, and tossed another pebble into the surf.
“Do you think we should go and irritate them?” he asked.
Gatomon looked up at the dimly lit window, and cocked her head to the side, listening. She smiled.
“Give them a few more minutes.”
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Davis smiled gently through the candlelight at his wife, thinking, both consciously and subconsciously, how beautiful she was. She looked up from her meal, and saw his smile.
“What?”
“Just thinking.”
“Just thinking about what?” she said stubbornly.
“Avril Lavigne.”
She looked puzzled for a moment, then remembered his joke in the bathroom, and laughed.
“I really love you, Davis.”
“I know. Tragic, isn’t it?”
She laughed again, and stood.
“You, Daisuke Motomiya, are possibly the most infuriating, irritating, obnoxious and annoying man I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” She stopped, and grinned. “But I love you anyway. You gonna help me clear away these dishes?”
“Of course.”
He stood, picking up the plates from the table.
“Where do you want…”
A sudden, searing pain ripped across his torso, burning like a red-hot wire. The dishes clattered to the floor, rolling on the deep carpet as Davis collapsed, clutching at his chest. He heard Kari scream. He couldn’t breath…
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The sealed in Cavern, Ironically, looked like a tornado had hit it. The Shadowmon had caused this damage, yet Nick still felt a sense of responsibility. This destruction had only happened because they had been here. Taythe’s forces had followed them here, and this was the result.
“How bad was it?” He asked the hooded Guardian.
‘It could have been much worse. Most of our people escaped into the caves.’
“Most…”
“There was not anything you could have done, had you been here, Mr Pallet.”
Nick looked up at the sound of the voice. The Master, the man known as Tetsato Dartha, was leaning over a balcony above them. He looked tired, haggard, and the years seemed to weigh heavily upon his shoulders. The lead guardian looked up, and Nick felt the silent mental communication pass between them. Dartha nodded.
“Bring him up. Miss Motomiya, I presume you wish to stay with your brother.”
Jun nodded mutely. The two guardians carrying the makeshift stretcher moved carefully up the ramp, bearing the fallen Paladin between them. Davis’s hand still clutched rigidly to the hilt of his shattered sword. The shards of the Katanas blade lay scattered over the field where Davis had fallen.
“Mr Pallet, if you wish, you may come with us, or you can find something else to do.”
Nick looked over at Jun.
“Do you want me there?”
She shook her head.
“No. You go find something else to do. I’m sure these people could use your help.”
Nick looked away, and nodded. He knew why she was getting rid of him. If Davis was going to die, she wanted to be alone with him. For a moment, she thought he was going to object. Then the soldier turned, and walked away without another word.
Jun followed the Guardians carrying Davis up the ramp that led to the Master’s house. Once inside, they lay the Paladin gently onto the table. Tetsato Dartha cast a critical eye over the young man.
“His wound is deep. Have you checked it?”
“I haven’t had the chance.”
“Let us do that now.”
Behind them, another Guardian gently set down the unconscious Veemon in front of the fire. Jun and Dartha lay in close over Davis’s chest. Jun looked up at the older man.
“We can’t do anything in here – we need somewhere sterile.”
Absently, Dartha waved his hand. a dull buzzing noise sounded in Jun’s ears, and when it subsided, the door to the house was sealed.
“The rooms been sterilised.”
“Are you sure.”
“Ms Motomiya, even the bacteria on your skin has been neutralised. I know what I’m doing.”
He crossed to a draw, and withdrew a magnifying glass. Leaning back over Davis’s wound, he spoke quietly.
“There is a shard of Taythe’s sword in the wound. We’ll have to extract it before we do anything else.”
He withdrew a pair of Tweezers from the draw – it seemed that the Master was also the underground villages surgeon – and gave them an examination. His eyes narrowed, and bright fire played momentarily over the metal, sterilising its surface.
“You’ll have to hold him down, Jun. Even in his weakened state, this is going to hurt him.”
Jun nodded, and clasped her brother’s arms against the table. Dartha leaned in, and grasped the shard of black metal with the tweezers. Without looking up, he spoke to the young doctor.
“I’m going to have to pull it out fast. This is no ordinary metal, and if it isn’t removed quickly, it’ll try and fight against us – to the point where Daisuke dies if necessary.”
Jun drew a quick breath, and nodded her readiness. Dartha steadied his grip on his tool, and counted.
“Three…”
Jun moved her hand closer to the wound, readying herself.
“Two…”
She took in a deep breath, and held it.
“One!”
With a swift, decisive movement, Dartha pulled the shard of metal. His face strained with exertion as the piece tried to fight against him, but his speed had caught it by surprise. Jun quickly clamped her fingers down, sealing off the vein that had spurted fresh blood onto Davis’s shirt, and pushing down with her other hand as her brother’s body arched in pain. Dartha was looking at the shard of metal held in the tweezers with barely contained distaste. Being careful not to allow it to touch his skin, he walked over to the fire, and held the shard over the flames.
“Now, tell me where the rest of you is.” He said.
The fire hissed. Dartha spoke sternly.
“Now, none of that. You know what I can do to you, so show me what I want to know.”
The fire gave another sullen crackle, but then an image appeared in the flames. As Jun watched, she could saw Taythe, the Digidestined close behind her. the Master’s eyes darted over the image. His brow furrowed, and he released the shard into the fire, and with a negligent wave of his hand, melted it into nothing.
“I might have guessed. She’s heading for the old fort of the dragon lords, up in the mountains.”
Jun, Satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, removed her fingers from the vein, and sealed it off.
“What’s so significant about there?”
“It contains the only gate that links directly and permanently to the world of the dark ocean.”
A thought occurred to the young doctor.
“Is Taythe being manipulated… like Paul was?”
Dartha’s brow furrowed in thought.
“In a way, yes… but no, as well. Taythe was always meant to play this part, and she was raised to it from her creation.”
Jun frowned at the strange way he said the last word, but now was not the time for questions. They had to work on helping Davis.
“Can you give me a hand?”
The older man nodded.
“We need to get his wound healed. The coma, however…” He sighed. “I don’t know when he’s going to come out of it. Or even if he’s going to come out of it. I don’t know where his mind is right now. It seems to have receded somewhere it cannot be reached, protecting itself.”
Jun started to treat the wound, doing all she could do to help it heal.
“He’ll come around. Taythe took Kari away from him, and if I know my brother, that’s gonna make him REALLY pissed.”
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Chapter 1:
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The house was small; it’s faded wooden façade overlooking the white sand of the beach, from where the light sounds of the waves faded up towards him, like a sigh on the wind.
Davis sat on the rock, and grinned into the sunset. He felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging to this place. For no real reason, her put a hand to his chest, feeling like something was missing.
Then he moved his hand up to the light brown stubble that covered his jaw. He knew that he should go inside and shave, but he couldn’t seem to tear his vision away from that startlingly red sunset. The light played gently over his eyes, and strangely, he didn’t even feel a sensation of discomfort.
“Davis?”
He smiled as he heard her voice, and twisted his neck to look at her. She was outlined against the chipped white paint of the front of the house. Her chestnut hair, which she had allowed to grow long, drifted playfully across her shoulders as she strode across the beach towards him, barefoot in the warm sand.
“Hey.”
“Hey. What are you doing out here?”
“Just watching the sun go down.”
She sat on the rock next to him, and placed her hand on his. The twin rings, bands of plain gold, glittered in the fading light.
“I love you, Davis Motomiya.”
“I love you too, Kari Motomiya.”
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He pulled the razor over the stubble, neatly trimming it away as he worked. Behind him, her heard the bathroom door open, and a delicious scent wafted in. Kari wrapped her arms around him, and clamped her hands over his eyes.
“Guess who?”
“Hmm… Avril Lavigne.”
“Hey!”
“Oh. It’s you. Just when I thought my luck was in.”
She punched him lightly in the ribs, making him slip slightly with the razor, making a slight cut in the flesh of his chin.
“Ow!”
“Wuss.”
“I didn’t deserve that!”
“You deserve everything you get.” His wife replied haughtily.
He laughed, and wiped the blood off of his chin with a piece of tissue. Turning round to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You know you don’t mean that.”
“And why not?”
“I’m too adorable for you to get mad at.”
She laughed, and he leaned in, gently kissing her on the mouth.
“Mmm. Very nice. If your dinners as good, I’ll see what I can arrange for dessert.”
“Ooh, I’m intrigued.”
“It’s nothing you ain’t seen before, bub. Remember to lock Veemon out this time.”
“Heh. Where is that rogue, anyway?”
“He’s sitting down on the beach, I think he likes surf-gazing as much as you do.”
“It’s not as if I’ve got anything better to do.” He teased.
She punched him in the ribs again, making him flinch, and jerk the razor away from his face before he could do any more damage to himself.
“Wipe yourself off, and get your ass in here. I don’t want your carefully prepared dinner to spoil.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Stop being so sarcastic, or I’ll beat you up.”
“Yes Boss.”
She sighed in mock exasperation, and headed back out into the corridor that led to the dining room.
“Why do I have to put up with this stuff?”
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The candlelight flickered playfully over the ceiling, as the pair sat down for their first private meal together as Husband and Wife. Out on the Beach, Veemon sat gazing moodily at the surf. Beside him, Gatomon was curled up on the rock, looking precisely like the cat that her form emulated. The blue Digimon picked up a pebble, and tossed it into the lapping waves.
“You know,” Gatomon said without moving from her position. “That’s a really irritating thing to do when someone’s trying to nap.”
He glanced over at her.
“You shouldn’t really be napping at this time anyway. You know that you won’t be able to sleep tonight if you do.”
“Davis and Kari wont be getting much sleep, so why should we?”
“Yes, but in their defence, they are the newlyweds.”
Gatomon, accepting that she wasn’t going to get any sleep at that particular moment, stood, stretched, and wiped a paw across her head.
“And what do you think that makes us?”
“Don’t push it, kitty. You’re getting as good at those innuendo as Kari is.”
“Well, she IS my partner.”
Veemon laughed, and tossed another pebble into the surf.
“Do you think we should go and irritate them?” he asked.
Gatomon looked up at the dimly lit window, and cocked her head to the side, listening. She smiled.
“Give them a few more minutes.”
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Davis smiled gently through the candlelight at his wife, thinking, both consciously and subconsciously, how beautiful she was. She looked up from her meal, and saw his smile.
“What?”
“Just thinking.”
“Just thinking about what?” she said stubbornly.
“Avril Lavigne.”
She looked puzzled for a moment, then remembered his joke in the bathroom, and laughed.
“I really love you, Davis.”
“I know. Tragic, isn’t it?”
She laughed again, and stood.
“You, Daisuke Motomiya, are possibly the most infuriating, irritating, obnoxious and annoying man I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” She stopped, and grinned. “But I love you anyway. You gonna help me clear away these dishes?”
“Of course.”
He stood, picking up the plates from the table.
“Where do you want…”
A sudden, searing pain ripped across his torso, burning like a red-hot wire. The dishes clattered to the floor, rolling on the deep carpet as Davis collapsed, clutching at his chest. He heard Kari scream. He couldn’t breath…
=============================================================
The sealed in Cavern, Ironically, looked like a tornado had hit it. The Shadowmon had caused this damage, yet Nick still felt a sense of responsibility. This destruction had only happened because they had been here. Taythe’s forces had followed them here, and this was the result.
“How bad was it?” He asked the hooded Guardian.
‘It could have been much worse. Most of our people escaped into the caves.’
“Most…”
“There was not anything you could have done, had you been here, Mr Pallet.”
Nick looked up at the sound of the voice. The Master, the man known as Tetsato Dartha, was leaning over a balcony above them. He looked tired, haggard, and the years seemed to weigh heavily upon his shoulders. The lead guardian looked up, and Nick felt the silent mental communication pass between them. Dartha nodded.
“Bring him up. Miss Motomiya, I presume you wish to stay with your brother.”
Jun nodded mutely. The two guardians carrying the makeshift stretcher moved carefully up the ramp, bearing the fallen Paladin between them. Davis’s hand still clutched rigidly to the hilt of his shattered sword. The shards of the Katanas blade lay scattered over the field where Davis had fallen.
“Mr Pallet, if you wish, you may come with us, or you can find something else to do.”
Nick looked over at Jun.
“Do you want me there?”
She shook her head.
“No. You go find something else to do. I’m sure these people could use your help.”
Nick looked away, and nodded. He knew why she was getting rid of him. If Davis was going to die, she wanted to be alone with him. For a moment, she thought he was going to object. Then the soldier turned, and walked away without another word.
Jun followed the Guardians carrying Davis up the ramp that led to the Master’s house. Once inside, they lay the Paladin gently onto the table. Tetsato Dartha cast a critical eye over the young man.
“His wound is deep. Have you checked it?”
“I haven’t had the chance.”
“Let us do that now.”
Behind them, another Guardian gently set down the unconscious Veemon in front of the fire. Jun and Dartha lay in close over Davis’s chest. Jun looked up at the older man.
“We can’t do anything in here – we need somewhere sterile.”
Absently, Dartha waved his hand. a dull buzzing noise sounded in Jun’s ears, and when it subsided, the door to the house was sealed.
“The rooms been sterilised.”
“Are you sure.”
“Ms Motomiya, even the bacteria on your skin has been neutralised. I know what I’m doing.”
He crossed to a draw, and withdrew a magnifying glass. Leaning back over Davis’s wound, he spoke quietly.
“There is a shard of Taythe’s sword in the wound. We’ll have to extract it before we do anything else.”
He withdrew a pair of Tweezers from the draw – it seemed that the Master was also the underground villages surgeon – and gave them an examination. His eyes narrowed, and bright fire played momentarily over the metal, sterilising its surface.
“You’ll have to hold him down, Jun. Even in his weakened state, this is going to hurt him.”
Jun nodded, and clasped her brother’s arms against the table. Dartha leaned in, and grasped the shard of black metal with the tweezers. Without looking up, he spoke to the young doctor.
“I’m going to have to pull it out fast. This is no ordinary metal, and if it isn’t removed quickly, it’ll try and fight against us – to the point where Daisuke dies if necessary.”
Jun drew a quick breath, and nodded her readiness. Dartha steadied his grip on his tool, and counted.
“Three…”
Jun moved her hand closer to the wound, readying herself.
“Two…”
She took in a deep breath, and held it.
“One!”
With a swift, decisive movement, Dartha pulled the shard of metal. His face strained with exertion as the piece tried to fight against him, but his speed had caught it by surprise. Jun quickly clamped her fingers down, sealing off the vein that had spurted fresh blood onto Davis’s shirt, and pushing down with her other hand as her brother’s body arched in pain. Dartha was looking at the shard of metal held in the tweezers with barely contained distaste. Being careful not to allow it to touch his skin, he walked over to the fire, and held the shard over the flames.
“Now, tell me where the rest of you is.” He said.
The fire hissed. Dartha spoke sternly.
“Now, none of that. You know what I can do to you, so show me what I want to know.”
The fire gave another sullen crackle, but then an image appeared in the flames. As Jun watched, she could saw Taythe, the Digidestined close behind her. the Master’s eyes darted over the image. His brow furrowed, and he released the shard into the fire, and with a negligent wave of his hand, melted it into nothing.
“I might have guessed. She’s heading for the old fort of the dragon lords, up in the mountains.”
Jun, Satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, removed her fingers from the vein, and sealed it off.
“What’s so significant about there?”
“It contains the only gate that links directly and permanently to the world of the dark ocean.”
A thought occurred to the young doctor.
“Is Taythe being manipulated… like Paul was?”
Dartha’s brow furrowed in thought.
“In a way, yes… but no, as well. Taythe was always meant to play this part, and she was raised to it from her creation.”
Jun frowned at the strange way he said the last word, but now was not the time for questions. They had to work on helping Davis.
“Can you give me a hand?”
The older man nodded.
“We need to get his wound healed. The coma, however…” He sighed. “I don’t know when he’s going to come out of it. Or even if he’s going to come out of it. I don’t know where his mind is right now. It seems to have receded somewhere it cannot be reached, protecting itself.”
Jun started to treat the wound, doing all she could do to help it heal.
“He’ll come around. Taythe took Kari away from him, and if I know my brother, that’s gonna make him REALLY pissed.”
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