Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Digital Trilogy - Episode 7 - Journey Through the Darkness ❯ Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Mimi, is this yours or mine?" Allura asked looking out the corner of their shared bedroom holding a pink sweater.

"It's mine, but it looks better on you so you wear it." Allura went back in and put the shirt on.

"We're twins, need I remind you. It looks the same on both of us."

"I have two, so we'll both look great," Mimi said and giggled. "Before we go to Central Park I want to stop in and see the Zetas, okay?"

"Mimi, I came here to get away from the Guardians and fighting. I just want some peace, quiet and relaxation."

"Not many people come to New York to relax," Mimi said. "Anyway, we're not going to fight or anything, rather the opposite. Have you ever met them?"

"No."

"Well, may I say that Robin and James are twin Italian boys. And I must say," she kissed her fingertips in an Italian style. "They are a pair of spicy meatballs. I've always liked them, and now that you're here its easier to work out."

"NO!"

"What?"

"I'm not here for that. I just want quiet."

"When you see them, you'll just want James. Or Robin, whichever you want is fine with me. Maybe we can trade ever other week, they won't know."

"What if they trade every other week too and we end up always with the same guy?" Allura asked.

"Boys wouldn't do that," Mimi said. "They're not smart enough."

"You've never known any, have you?"

"Just them." Mimi got her purse and went to the bedroom to get Palmon. "Palmon? We're going now are you coming with us?"

"Poison Ivy!" Palmon used her vines to shut the door in their faces.

"What's with her?" Allura asked.

"She was looking kind of sad so I showed her my video game collection. I'm not sure which one she's playing but she hasn't stopped for days." Mimi said.

"We should stop her, it's not healthy."

"Not for humans, could be great exercise for digimon."

"True dat." They left the apartment to visit the Zeta Guardians and the Italian twins, James and Robin.

* * *

They were walking to their meeting spot when Mimi's cell phone rang and they told them to change the meeting place to Central Park. They changed course, and after a few stops at shop windows and some hotdogs from a vendor for lunch, they arrived. Mimi and Allura found the seven of them sitting around a granite rock formation well off the beaten path. When Allura saw the twins her jaw dropped.

"Did I tell you or what?" Mimi asked.

"Mwah, ha. He. Ha. Yummy," was all Allura could say. They all came up and greeted Allura warmly. They were all friendly and she felt right at home despite knowing little English.

"Definitely your twin, Mimi. Beautiful," Martin said.

"What did he say?" Allura asked quietly in Japanese.

"It was a compliment, smile, nod and blush," Mimi said, also in Japanese.

"So where are your digimon?" Allura asked in accented English.

"We don't bring them out, it would be kind of noticed in this city," Bennett said. "But don't worry, my father has a ranch outside town and know about the digimon so we go there often."

"Why don't your names sound Italian guys?" Allura asked, satisfied with her first answer.

"Our parents didn't like Italy much and wanted to get as far away as possible. We love it, though," James said.

"Going to move back someday," Robin said. "Count on it. You guys want some lunch?"

"Actually, we just ate," Mimi said. "Can I see your digivice for a second?" Allura handed it to her and turned her attention back to Robin.

"Do you mind joining us? There's a cool Chinese place around the corner," he said.

"I don't like Chinese much, but since I'm not eating it, sure," Allura said. They were up walking and Phoebe wondered why.

"Isn't Japanese and Chinese food basically the same?"

"Oh no," Allura said. "Not at all. I could go on forever showing you the differences, but to each his own." Phoebe seemed satisfied with the answer and continued walking. She stopped suddenly when she saw two red laser dots moving along the ground. Before anyone could be warned, the dots selected target and a silent bullet followed each one. Phoebe felt it graze her leg, misfiring. They all now knew what was happening and ducked back behind some of the rocks.

"Allura!" Mimi yelled. Allura had a small red spot forming in the middle of her chest and wasn't breathing well.

"Bennett, Franklin, circle around and shut them up then get back here. We're going to have to leave fast," Martin said and the two were off. He had his shirt sleeves ripped and was trying to staunch the flow of blood from Allura's chest. Phoebe only needed some tissues as the bullet barely touched her. "Looks like someone doesn't like us much. I'm sorry Mimi." Mimi was in tears over her loss and didn't hear anything as Allura exhaled for the last time. Bennett and Franklin came back.

"Two rouge watchers, but they won't do any more harm," Bennett said.

"Good, let's get out of here," Martin said. "Mimi, we have to go. Publicity isn't what we need."

"She just wanted to relax. She just wanted peace and quiet," Mimi said between tears.

Mimi and the others had to leave the three dead at the scene who would just become one of thousands of people killed in Central Park. It wasn't humane for their friend, but it had to be done. Allura's death if connected to them would have questions being asked they couldn't answer. They would grieve and honour her in their own way, but it didn't include a funeral. Rather, an Irish wake.

When Mimi arrived home she found Palmon still playing video games. "How are you still here?" She asked. "You should have died with Allura." Mimi looked at her left hand that was still holding Allura's digivice, and looked back to Palmon who was now her partner again. Mimi, was once again for the first time in two years, a Guardian.