Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Shadow War ❯ Chapter 5
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By: moose_of_doom 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.31.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 219 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.31.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 219 | Status: Completed
Chapter 5:
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Kari surfaced just before dawn the next day, to find Davis sat at the side of her bed. Actually, sitting was giving him too much credit. He had slumped forward, exhaustion finally taking over, and was lying, his head pillowed on his arms, on her bed. Beside him lay the book he had been reading. She gently reached over, and picked it up.
It was a copy of the bible.
She was impressed. This was deep reading for Davis. His reading material usually consisted of football magazines and the match-day program down at Odaiba stadium. She looked at the page he had been reading, and one sentence leapt out to catch her attention.
‘Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of god.’ (A/N: Gospel of Mark 10, verse 14. I’m a catholic so forgive the use of the reference if offended.)
“A good sentiment.” Came a whispered voice.
She looked around, being careful not to disturb Davis’s sleeping form, and smiled at Liam. The big Irishman was seated in another of the straight-backed chaired. His dirty face still had several day’s worth of stubble on it.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
“Coast Town hospital. You collapsed in the middle of the battle.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault, girl dear. Ken almost went too, only he was on the ground, so he didn’t crash into a building.”
“Ken…?”
Liam smiled grimly.
“Aye. Someone is messing with things that would be best left alone.”
“The dark crests…”
“Yup.”
Davis stirred, and muttered something. Liam smiled gently, and stood.
“I’ll leave you two alone.”
“What about Davis, don’t you need him?”
“Girl dear, I think that if Davis needs a break. We can cope without him for a while, so let him sleep.”
The big Irishman went out, and gently closed the door behind him. Kari sank back against the pillow, and placed her hand on Davis’s head, running her fingers gently through his hair, soothing the nightmares that haunted him. After a while, his breathing calmed, and he didn’t move. A few minutes later, she herself slipped into sleep once more.
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Liam didn’t head straight for the walls when he left the hospital. Instead, he went to the communications room, where he found Ken sitting monitoring the boards.
“Anything?”
The blue-haired man shook his head.
“I haven’t heard a peep from anyone. There’s no-one else out there, except them, by the sounds of it.”
“Huh.”
Ken turned to look at the Irishman. Liam was leaning in over one of the screens, gazing into it.
“You okay?”
Liam didn’t turn.
“Liam?”
The Irishman whipped round, startled.
“Are you okay?”
“Eh, sure I am. Why would I not be?”
Ken fixed him with a look. Liam glared straight back, and finally the blue-headed young man shrugged.
“No reason, I jus thought you might want to talk.”
“And what would I talk about with the resident genius?”
“Oh, I don’t know. The Shadowmon, life, religion, Mimi.”
Liam stood stock still, looking at Ken’s smirking countenance. Finally, the Irishman grinned sheepishly..
“Alright, spill it, arsehole. What do you know?”
Ken shrugged.
“Nothing that my Eyes don’t tell me. Why don’t you fill me in?”
“How abouts I kick your nosey little head in?”
“You like her, don’t you?”
Liam smiled slightly at the question.
“Maybe I do. Nothing I can do about it though.”
Ken looked puzzled; Wormmon spoke for the first time.
“Why not? Maybe she likes you too!”
The Irishman looked down at the little Digimon.
“Maybe she does, but not in that way. I’ve got a good five years on her.”
“So?”
Liam didn’t answer, but fixed Ken with a stony look. The thoughts clicked in his head.
“Michael. You think she likes Michael.”
“Give the man a prize.”
Ken wanted to tell the Irishman something, but found that no words would come. Liam gave him a sad grin.
“Don’t you be worrying yourself, Lad. We’ve all got work to do.”
And he turned and walked out. Wormmon turned and glanced at his partner.
“You know, absolutely no good can come from this.”
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TK sat on the edge of Tasha’s desk, and looked over at her, grinning as she tapped a few commands into her computer.
“whatcha doin?”
“Trying to get these figures updated before tomorrow. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re gonna be fighting a battle soon.”
TK took on a face of mock surprise.
“Really? A battle you say? This could get dangerous! I’m outta here!”
She cast him a disparaging look, and went back to her machine. He grinned again. Salamandramon, who was balanced on the table, sighed before she went back to her poker game against Patomon. The two of them were so fed up over consistently losing money to Veemon that they now practiced at every opportunity. And still lost.
“So, how goes the toil?” TK asked.
Tasha glared at the grinning face again.
“It’d go a hell of a lot easier if you shut up and let me get on with it.”
The blonde-haired man looked momentarily confused.
“But why would I do that, when it irritates you so much.”
He suddenly found himself falling to the floor, as she pulled the desk out from underneath him. He landed square on his behind, and looked up at her sheepishly.
“That hurt.”
“You deserved it.”
“Oh, will you two give it a rest?”
the two Digimon were glaring at them, their cards abandoned.
“We know that you’re nervous, but can you think of another way to deal with it than irritating the living hell out of each other?”
“What do you mean nervous? We’re not nervous!”
“TK, sometime in the very near future, a battle is gonna be fought on the meadow outside. If you weren’t nervous, I’d consider getting you psychiatric help.”
The blonde man glared at his partner, and nodded grimly, the smile slipping from his face.
“I hate it when you’re right.”
“Which is strange, since it’s such a regular occurrence.”
Tasha grabbed hold of his arm, and pulled him round.
“TK, I want you to promise me something…”
“Tasha…”
“If anything happens to me… tell my folks, okay? Go and tell them…”
“No.”
“TK…”
“No, Tasha. I’m not going to go to your parents and tell them that something’s happened to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because nothings going to happen to you. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, so help me.”
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She found herself running through a seemingly endless series of corridors, jogging in an attempt to catch up with the figure moving ahead of her, who despite her efforts to catch up, is only walking, yet still drawing away.
Kari ran through the winding maze, never losing sight of the figure in the distance. When she turns the final corner, she finds herself face to face with…
Davis.
His eyes stare blankly off into space, looking straight through her.
“Davis?”
He doesn’t react, until she gently places her hand on his arm. His eyes suddenly focus on her.
“Kari? What’re you doing here?”
“I was following you…”
He smiled, and hugged her. Surprised, she relaxed into his embrace.
“It’s so good to se you, Kari.”
She closed her eyes, and held him close.
Suddenly, she felt a wet stickiness on her chest, and stepped back. He looked into her eyes, his face confused. She looked straight back at his face, and then her gaze drifted downwards.
The front of his white shirt was stained, a red, crawling dampness unfolding like the petals of a cruel flower.
Behind Davis, a hooded figure stepped back, and stood there silently.
“WHO ARE YOU!!?” yelled Kari.
In answer, with the sudden grating sound of metal against bone, the figure yanked the longsword out of Davis’s chest. The young Paladin fell, and as he dropped, his face changed, flashing from the man Kari was in love with to the boy she had first met on that sunny day in school, and back again. He hit the ground, and lay still. She wanted to go next to him, to fall by him, to try and breathe life back into his body, but she found that she was unable to move.
“Who are you…?”
It was barely more than a whisper, yet the figures head twitched minutely, to look straight at her. When the figure spoke, it was in a hissing tongue that Kari recognised, yet did not speak, for it was the language of the Shadowmon.
Yet for some reason, the words formed themselves in her mind, without wasting time by going through her ears.
“You know who I am, Hikari Kamiya. And you know what I am as well.”
She shook her head.
“I don’t know you. Why are you doing this?”
The figure stepped back, apparently surprised by Kari’s denial. The Digidestined girl went on, seeking solace in attack.
“You’re the one whose commanding the Shadowmon, aren’t you? You’re the one who destroyed base camp two!”
The figure gathered itself, and even though she couldn’t see it in the recesses of the hood, Kari could tell that it was smiling.
“The time of the twelve has come, Hikari. And the paladin will fall.
The figure brought the flat of the longsword up to its face, and burning pain ripped through Kari’s head. By the time she had recovered, the figure was gone.
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She snapped awake.
“Davis!” she breathed.
He stirred again, and lifted his head.
“Kari? Are you okay?”
She told him what she had dreamt, and he leant up against her.
“It was just a dream, Kari.”
She shook her head.
“No. It was more than that. It was a message.”
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After leaving Ken, Liam went straight to the city walls, looking out over the plain.
“Any trouble?”
Pallet turned to look at his commander, and shook his head.
“Nothing. They’re out there, though.”
Liam grunted, and leant on the wall, fishing a pair of tech-goggles out of his pouch.
Nothing. In the dark night, the goggles couldn’t even pick up movement. Purely out of interest, he switched to Infrared mode.
“Nick, turn on the searchlights, now!!!”
The high-powered Arc beams flashed out into the night.
“Down on the field! Aim them down!”
The huge beams dissected the night like a sword, lancing down onto the meadow.
Liam yelled again.
“GET EVERY TROOPER UP HERE!!!”
As people, troopers and civilians alike, ran to the walls, and their jaws dropped at the sight that greeted them.
The field was crawling with undulating black shapes.
For the Shadowmon had come to Coast Town.
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Kari surfaced just before dawn the next day, to find Davis sat at the side of her bed. Actually, sitting was giving him too much credit. He had slumped forward, exhaustion finally taking over, and was lying, his head pillowed on his arms, on her bed. Beside him lay the book he had been reading. She gently reached over, and picked it up.
It was a copy of the bible.
She was impressed. This was deep reading for Davis. His reading material usually consisted of football magazines and the match-day program down at Odaiba stadium. She looked at the page he had been reading, and one sentence leapt out to catch her attention.
‘Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of god.’ (A/N: Gospel of Mark 10, verse 14. I’m a catholic so forgive the use of the reference if offended.)
“A good sentiment.” Came a whispered voice.
She looked around, being careful not to disturb Davis’s sleeping form, and smiled at Liam. The big Irishman was seated in another of the straight-backed chaired. His dirty face still had several day’s worth of stubble on it.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
“Coast Town hospital. You collapsed in the middle of the battle.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault, girl dear. Ken almost went too, only he was on the ground, so he didn’t crash into a building.”
“Ken…?”
Liam smiled grimly.
“Aye. Someone is messing with things that would be best left alone.”
“The dark crests…”
“Yup.”
Davis stirred, and muttered something. Liam smiled gently, and stood.
“I’ll leave you two alone.”
“What about Davis, don’t you need him?”
“Girl dear, I think that if Davis needs a break. We can cope without him for a while, so let him sleep.”
The big Irishman went out, and gently closed the door behind him. Kari sank back against the pillow, and placed her hand on Davis’s head, running her fingers gently through his hair, soothing the nightmares that haunted him. After a while, his breathing calmed, and he didn’t move. A few minutes later, she herself slipped into sleep once more.
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Liam didn’t head straight for the walls when he left the hospital. Instead, he went to the communications room, where he found Ken sitting monitoring the boards.
“Anything?”
The blue-haired man shook his head.
“I haven’t heard a peep from anyone. There’s no-one else out there, except them, by the sounds of it.”
“Huh.”
Ken turned to look at the Irishman. Liam was leaning in over one of the screens, gazing into it.
“You okay?”
Liam didn’t turn.
“Liam?”
The Irishman whipped round, startled.
“Are you okay?”
“Eh, sure I am. Why would I not be?”
Ken fixed him with a look. Liam glared straight back, and finally the blue-headed young man shrugged.
“No reason, I jus thought you might want to talk.”
“And what would I talk about with the resident genius?”
“Oh, I don’t know. The Shadowmon, life, religion, Mimi.”
Liam stood stock still, looking at Ken’s smirking countenance. Finally, the Irishman grinned sheepishly..
“Alright, spill it, arsehole. What do you know?”
Ken shrugged.
“Nothing that my Eyes don’t tell me. Why don’t you fill me in?”
“How abouts I kick your nosey little head in?”
“You like her, don’t you?”
Liam smiled slightly at the question.
“Maybe I do. Nothing I can do about it though.”
Ken looked puzzled; Wormmon spoke for the first time.
“Why not? Maybe she likes you too!”
The Irishman looked down at the little Digimon.
“Maybe she does, but not in that way. I’ve got a good five years on her.”
“So?”
Liam didn’t answer, but fixed Ken with a stony look. The thoughts clicked in his head.
“Michael. You think she likes Michael.”
“Give the man a prize.”
Ken wanted to tell the Irishman something, but found that no words would come. Liam gave him a sad grin.
“Don’t you be worrying yourself, Lad. We’ve all got work to do.”
And he turned and walked out. Wormmon turned and glanced at his partner.
“You know, absolutely no good can come from this.”
======================================================================== ============
TK sat on the edge of Tasha’s desk, and looked over at her, grinning as she tapped a few commands into her computer.
“whatcha doin?”
“Trying to get these figures updated before tomorrow. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re gonna be fighting a battle soon.”
TK took on a face of mock surprise.
“Really? A battle you say? This could get dangerous! I’m outta here!”
She cast him a disparaging look, and went back to her machine. He grinned again. Salamandramon, who was balanced on the table, sighed before she went back to her poker game against Patomon. The two of them were so fed up over consistently losing money to Veemon that they now practiced at every opportunity. And still lost.
“So, how goes the toil?” TK asked.
Tasha glared at the grinning face again.
“It’d go a hell of a lot easier if you shut up and let me get on with it.”
The blonde-haired man looked momentarily confused.
“But why would I do that, when it irritates you so much.”
He suddenly found himself falling to the floor, as she pulled the desk out from underneath him. He landed square on his behind, and looked up at her sheepishly.
“That hurt.”
“You deserved it.”
“Oh, will you two give it a rest?”
the two Digimon were glaring at them, their cards abandoned.
“We know that you’re nervous, but can you think of another way to deal with it than irritating the living hell out of each other?”
“What do you mean nervous? We’re not nervous!”
“TK, sometime in the very near future, a battle is gonna be fought on the meadow outside. If you weren’t nervous, I’d consider getting you psychiatric help.”
The blonde man glared at his partner, and nodded grimly, the smile slipping from his face.
“I hate it when you’re right.”
“Which is strange, since it’s such a regular occurrence.”
Tasha grabbed hold of his arm, and pulled him round.
“TK, I want you to promise me something…”
“Tasha…”
“If anything happens to me… tell my folks, okay? Go and tell them…”
“No.”
“TK…”
“No, Tasha. I’m not going to go to your parents and tell them that something’s happened to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because nothings going to happen to you. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, so help me.”
======================================================================== ============
She found herself running through a seemingly endless series of corridors, jogging in an attempt to catch up with the figure moving ahead of her, who despite her efforts to catch up, is only walking, yet still drawing away.
Kari ran through the winding maze, never losing sight of the figure in the distance. When she turns the final corner, she finds herself face to face with…
Davis.
His eyes stare blankly off into space, looking straight through her.
“Davis?”
He doesn’t react, until she gently places her hand on his arm. His eyes suddenly focus on her.
“Kari? What’re you doing here?”
“I was following you…”
He smiled, and hugged her. Surprised, she relaxed into his embrace.
“It’s so good to se you, Kari.”
She closed her eyes, and held him close.
Suddenly, she felt a wet stickiness on her chest, and stepped back. He looked into her eyes, his face confused. She looked straight back at his face, and then her gaze drifted downwards.
The front of his white shirt was stained, a red, crawling dampness unfolding like the petals of a cruel flower.
Behind Davis, a hooded figure stepped back, and stood there silently.
“WHO ARE YOU!!?” yelled Kari.
In answer, with the sudden grating sound of metal against bone, the figure yanked the longsword out of Davis’s chest. The young Paladin fell, and as he dropped, his face changed, flashing from the man Kari was in love with to the boy she had first met on that sunny day in school, and back again. He hit the ground, and lay still. She wanted to go next to him, to fall by him, to try and breathe life back into his body, but she found that she was unable to move.
“Who are you…?”
It was barely more than a whisper, yet the figures head twitched minutely, to look straight at her. When the figure spoke, it was in a hissing tongue that Kari recognised, yet did not speak, for it was the language of the Shadowmon.
Yet for some reason, the words formed themselves in her mind, without wasting time by going through her ears.
“You know who I am, Hikari Kamiya. And you know what I am as well.”
She shook her head.
“I don’t know you. Why are you doing this?”
The figure stepped back, apparently surprised by Kari’s denial. The Digidestined girl went on, seeking solace in attack.
“You’re the one whose commanding the Shadowmon, aren’t you? You’re the one who destroyed base camp two!”
The figure gathered itself, and even though she couldn’t see it in the recesses of the hood, Kari could tell that it was smiling.
“The time of the twelve has come, Hikari. And the paladin will fall.
The figure brought the flat of the longsword up to its face, and burning pain ripped through Kari’s head. By the time she had recovered, the figure was gone.
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She snapped awake.
“Davis!” she breathed.
He stirred again, and lifted his head.
“Kari? Are you okay?”
She told him what she had dreamt, and he leant up against her.
“It was just a dream, Kari.”
She shook her head.
“No. It was more than that. It was a message.”
======================================================================== ============
After leaving Ken, Liam went straight to the city walls, looking out over the plain.
“Any trouble?”
Pallet turned to look at his commander, and shook his head.
“Nothing. They’re out there, though.”
Liam grunted, and leant on the wall, fishing a pair of tech-goggles out of his pouch.
Nothing. In the dark night, the goggles couldn’t even pick up movement. Purely out of interest, he switched to Infrared mode.
“Nick, turn on the searchlights, now!!!”
The high-powered Arc beams flashed out into the night.
“Down on the field! Aim them down!”
The huge beams dissected the night like a sword, lancing down onto the meadow.
Liam yelled again.
“GET EVERY TROOPER UP HERE!!!”
As people, troopers and civilians alike, ran to the walls, and their jaws dropped at the sight that greeted them.
The field was crawling with undulating black shapes.
For the Shadowmon had come to Coast Town.
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