Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Digital Trilogy - Episode 9 - And Now the Guns are Silent ❯ Chapter 12

Chapter 12

A week later the surviving Gurdians, all forty-seven of them, arrived for their last meeting. They were planning to use a field in the middle of no where, but transportation had become a problem. Each of them also received an invitation to a five-star restaurant in Tokyo. No one was quite sure why they got them, but they all showed up.

Kovin walked in first and looked around. Not a soul was there except for one man in a suit. "Good day sir, you r table is right this way." Kovin looked at the man and recognised him as one of the former watchers. "Some friends of mine and I have given you and your friends this night. A small token of our gratitude." He showed all forty-seven of them into a large, dimly lit dining room where their place setting were already set out. Each setting had to be worth over a thousand dollars and the whole situation looked to cost two hundred thousand easy. Kovin remained standing as they all took their seats.

"There's no prices on the menu," Yolei said. "How do we know how much it costs?"

"I have a feeling it's on the house," Ken said. They were served by a series of waiters that said nothing to them. Just keeping the place quiet. Kelryn ordered the 'Chicken Parmesan' and found herself staring at a almost the whole chicken and a plate of pasta that looked as if it were not just cooked, but made from scratch when she ordered it. Relaina's and Kari's salads were bigger than their torsos and every part of it looked picked fresh. Kovin's steak was an inch thick and seventy ounces. TK's lobster was such a bright shade of red they thought it was glowing. Ken's sushi was practically still swimming it was so fresh.

When the dinner was cleared away and the wine was served people began talking more. The conversation was still quiet but lighter. Kovin didn't want to, but his last duty as the Guardian leader was clear. He stood with his glass of wine and tapped it with his knife letting the melodious sound bring everyone to attention.

"Friends, we've won the fight no one ever thought we could. But we lost so much in the process that it doesn't taste sweet at all. You've all earned this night as use it to celebrate. Our fallen partners would not want us sitting around moping, they'd want us to be getting on with our lives." There was a murmur of agreement. "But before we do that, let's raise a glass." Everyone there stood slowly and raised their own wine glasses. "And honour our friends with a minute of silence."

The minute passed slowly, each of them thinking of their lost digimon. Ozlimon, Demireumon, Wyrvenmon, Patamon, Gatomon, Hawkmon, Wormmon, and the countless others.

"I'm going outside for a breath of air," Kovin said. "I know none of us are ready to make some noise, but at least stop all the pouting and talk to each other." Kovin finished his wine and walked toward the door. It led out onto a large deck overlooking the ocean. He leaned on the rail and looked over the moonlight reflecting on the shimmering waters. He held his digivice and looked at it's screen now dark and unresponsive.

"I'm going to keep mine," Kelryn said behind him. "Some of the others got rid of theirs because of the memories. But I'm going to keep mine for the same reason."

"Me too," Kovin agreed. "I can't believe it's over."

"Being a digidestined may be over but we have our lives to get on with," she said. "Two children will be a hassle. I'd like to raise them back in Canada."

"Two?" Kovin asked. "Most people can count to five before making errors. Azuma, is one. End of list." Kelryn gently placed his hand on her stomach. "Oh god," he said. "How? I thought you couldn't have any more children?"

"It was a long shot, but not impossible," she said. "I hope it's a girl."

"That's just what I need," Kovin said. "Another one of you."

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Tokyo's civilian population returned to the city not long after the battle. None of the warriors from either were still around, but nor were the bodies of the conflict. The city was left clean of any evidence that the digimon ever existed, just as it started. All the digidestined and watchers faded back into the population seamlessly to take their places with normal lives. None of them would ever forget the three years of conflict involving strange digital creatures from another world. The story would become known to the public, as a work of fiction. But to a select few The Digital Trilogy was a very real event, full of triumphs and tragedies, and an ending that never quite seemed as real as everything else.