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Darkening of Dusk
by Darkangemon
Writer's
note: This story is not linked to the cornball ending of digimon S2 but has its
own setup so if someone sends me a correction I shall scoff at it
heartily.
This
story is set two weeks after the digidestined defeated Malomyotismon and things
have returned to a state of semi normality.
(How can you be normal living with a
digimon like Veemon or Patamon)?
Or so the digidestined thought
…
Special
thanks to WK Graham Jedi Amara and Normalman (a.k.a Wayne) who gave me ideas and
encouragement in most of this fanfic, this story is dedicated to
them.
Chapter 1
Objects in motion
Devimon grabbed Angemon by the collar.
“I have you now” he yelled triumphantly. “You lose Angel boy." TK screamed and ran forward in a flurry of rage towards the duelling pair. An overpowering pain came over him: it was all over.
"Not again!” he screamed...
TK woke up with a jolt, beads of cold sweat running down his forehead, electricity flowing up his spine that had been far too real.
“TK what’s the matter?” squeaked Patamon concernedly. “You were screaming.”
“Sorry buddy, I guess it was just another bad dream, just go back to sleep,” said TK in a relieved tone.
“TK?”
“Yes Patamon?”
“Why are you having so many bad dreams nowadays? Myotismon is gone!”
“I know. It’s just that I feel, I don’t know, that there’s something still out there.”
Patamon stared worriedly at TK for a while, his overlarge eyes regarding his partner’s thin worried face.
“Try and get some sleep yourself,” Patamon said tiredly, “we’ll both need it.”
While the Kamiyas all slept quietly in their beds, Gatomon was out on the prowl. A dim alley light providing her lamp-like eyes with all the vision she needed while hunting, she had not been sleeping well these past few night. It was as if something had been pecking at the very back of her consciousness. Just enough to keep her awake but not enough to be identified. She halted suddenly.
"You can show yourself now, I can sense you close by,” she declared into the shadows
No answer, perhaps she’d just imagined it all. Still it had felt so real.
She climbed across various building balconies, eventually landing back on her own little balcony.
Kari stirred a little as Gatomon settled into her ever watchful sleeping pose. Something was out there but whatever it was wasn’t leaving.
TK and Patamon met Yolei and Poromon at the entrance of their building.
“Hey there, TK, what’s up?” said Yolei in a cheery tone.
“Hey Yolei,” yawned TK tiredly.
“What’s up with you today? You look like a train smash!”
“Oh is it that obvious,” mumbled TK slowly
“Not sleeping well, huh?”
“'Fraid so. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Yolei grinned evilly. “Well then, I guess you’re not ready to start school today.”
TK made a face of intense disgust and started walking resolutely in the direction of the school. Yolei let it drop and just walked next to him smiling.
“I wonder why she’s been like this recently” thought TK to himself. “It isn’t like Yolei to be quiet and giggle all the time, not like her at all.”
Patamon complained that TK hadn’t cleaned out his backpack. TK just kept walking along ignoring the loudening complaints of Patamon until they got to the school grounds. Sure enough, there was the whole gang minus Ken waiting in the schoolyard.
“Wazzup TK,” said Davis cheerfully
“Yet again Davis maintains his perfect record of not noticing anything,” squeaked Poromon.
“Zip it Poromon,” Yolei scolded.
“Hey Davis, not much, how about you?” answered TK almost automatically.
“Can’t complain, it’s all good,” Davis answered. DemiVeemon squirmed.
“Hi, Kari,” TK said a lot more warmly making sure to prevent Davis from delaying him any longer in inane small talk.
“Oh, hi, TK,” said Kari in a detached tone.
“Something wrong?” asked TK anxiously
“No it’s just that Gatomon has been acting really weird recently. She hardly sleeps, she’s always hunting for something, but she’s been acting all reclusive,” said Kari looking around slowly. “See she’s not even here now.”
“Reclusive to you, now that is weird,” said TK in a disbelieving voice.
“Lemme out!” squeaked a muffled Patamon.
“Oops, I forgot you were in there buddy, sorry,” said TK, opening his bag and letting Patamon out in the shadow of the schoolyard.
The bell rang.
“Well I’ll catch you later,” said Kari flusteredly getting to her feet and picking up her books, “we’d all better get to class.”
Davis put down his soccer ball and picked up his backpack “its time for more brain numbing” he laughed
“You mean more than your current amount?” sniggered Cody
Davis let out a sound like an angry water buffalo and chased Cody of into the school.
TK laughed “ OK I’ll catch you guys later” he said running into the main school building
“Welcome back class” said Mr Reynolds in his usual droning manner “I trust you all had a good break?” he added questioningly.
A groan rose from the class, they saw where this was going.
“Takeru would you come up here please?” Mr Reynolds asked expressionlessly.
“Yes sir,” said TK dejectedly a group of girls in the back row giggled “Board eraser duty on the first day, nuts!” he thought.
He usually felt a relative liking for Mr Reynolds; the man was boring yes but at least he was fair. Well all except for one thing, that was eraser duty, that horrible suffocating dust that seemed to clog the lungs and drain the soul
“Takeru what in the world are you doing?” asked a bemused Mr Reynolds
“Huh” mumbled TK dropping the erasers in his hands
The class laughed TK blushed a little Mr Reynolds rolled his eyes
“I have an assignment for you” said Mr Reynolds dryly after the class had settled down.
“What is it sir” asked TK in a state of dread over what else it could possibly be
“We have a new student from Europe arriving here today and I want you to show him around today.” Mr Reynolds said unusually softly “Keep him out of trouble okay”.
TK gave him a deer caught in the headlights stare, Compassion from a teacher what the heck is going on with the universe today.
“Sure thing sir” he stammered walking out of the classroom stunned
“He’s waiting in the gym” Mr Reynolds called after.
“Okay” mumbled the stunned TK walking down the corridor slowly
He got his first look at the new kid
through the gym doors; there he was nonchalantly bouncing a basketball around
the room not really paying attention to where it was going but always being
exactly where he needed to be. His scruffy red hair flowing haphazardly in every
direction TK watched this quietly for about five minutes and then opened his
mouth to speak.
“Hi there” he said uncertainly.
The ball dropped to the ground, the boy turned round quickly obviously startled.
“Who are you? How long have you been there?” he asked suspiciously his brown eyes glinting
“Not long and I suppose I’m the welcome wagon,” said TK taken aback at this kid’s attitude.
“Oh sorry, I guess I’m a little on edge about being new, I’m Jonathan,” said the kid laughing nervously putting out his hand.
“TK,” said TK smiling, shaking the hand this guy wasn’t so bad after all.
They chatted for a while on what TK guessed was common ground, basketball, the school, and sports as TK escorted him to Mr Reynolds’s classroom
“So what’s your story” TK asked after a while.
“Oh I was shipped off to Japan to live with my aunt and uncle”.
“How come?” asked TK even more curiously
“They thought I’d get a better schooling in my dad’s home country than in England.” Jonathan rolling his eyes
“Gee talk about a weird idea,” said TK surprisedly.
“That’s my dad for you,” laughed Jonathan “thanks for greeting me, its nice to meet someone friendly when you’re new”
“You know Jonathan this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” said TK in a passable Humphrey Bogart
“Yeah I guess it is” beamed Jonathan
Darkangemon tramped across the desolate landscape occasional scrubby trees breaking the otherwise deserted scene
“My My I wondered how long you’d take” said a disembodied voice
“This had better be good father,” growled Darkangemon in a low voice “your there because of your own arrogance not their pathetic power”
“It wasn’t fair there were five of them and one of me,” whined the voice
“Five humans and their digi-pets versus one Mega and three ultimates isn’t fair on them father,” rumbled Darkangemon “ now tell me what you want or leave me alone”
“Freedom”
“Oh is that all? And how would you gain this freedom?”
“Go into the world of the humans and recover an artefact left there by your late brother, it will aid me in my return” seethed the voice
“Now what did that idiot leave there anyway?” stated a nonplussed Darkangemon
“The keys he used to enter the human world the first time” said the voice
“Funny I always thought Myotismon was the smart one” smirked Darkangemon softly as his fathers voice dissipated into the nothingness from whence it came
“Don’t fail me,” it echoed forebodingly.
“Oh I don’t intend too I need your help in subduing this world,” thought Darkangemon
Izzy stared blankly at his E-mail inbox. There were three E-mails there each containing the most detailed schematics he’d ever seen
“Prodigus, I never thought I’d see this pattern again,” he said to himself barely containing obvious Curiosity.
“What is it Izzy” asked his neighbour Mary frowning slightly “ Looks like a bunch of Chaos to me” she added dolefully
“None of your business Marian” snapped Izzy quickly closing his mailbox “Its impossible the code can’t lie but how?” he thought rapidly massaging his forehead not this, not another puzzle”
“Earth to Izzy, Earth to Izzy, Hellooo wake up,” said Mary her large brown eyes staring at him uncertainly
“Whuh”
“We have a project to do Izzy or have you
forgotten with your mystery mail?” said Marian her eyes twinkling on the word
mystery
“Oh yeah right” mumbled Izzy refocusing on his programming work Izzy was now pretty sure that the universe had a sense of humour because it had given him Marian as a partner for the computer team project, The girl was intelligent but also unfortunately gifted with the ability to detect crud and be all too frank about it.
“Why do things always happen to me?” he thought to himself “I’ll have to solve this puzzle some other time”
The day went by very well for TK his early incident forgotten as the Teachers began a new term with the piling of much homework upon the groaning shoulders of the youth (apologies writer has been reading Zenspeak for Dummies). He’d introduced Jonathan to Kari after math class and he joined the regular group in conversation at lunch in the Cafeteria
“Yech what the heck is this gunk?” exclaimed Jonathan screwing up his face in disgust
“I dunno but whoever makes it must be the most evil being in the universe,” said Davis poking at what he hoped was tuna
“Welcome to the devil’s kitchen” chimed in TK laughing
“I guess this is how life is here usually?” asked Jonathan in passing
“Yep this is it, plain regularity” said Davis smiling passively
“How could Davis ever hope to be normal?” said Cody sarcastically “He’s always claiming to be above average”
Everyone laughed even Davis, who not even I, the writer, am sure understood the joke.
It was looking as if this normality might continue indefinitely but then again we all know Murphy’s law of reality the second everything is looking perfect something very important goes boing in the background. (In this case it was the fact that after school, Kari found a very queasy Gatomon swearing she would never touch the school tuna special ever again)
Darkangemon stroked his white-blonde hair out of his pale grey face. He chuckled subtly to himself, he still couldn’t believe his “luck” over these last few years those Digi-Brats had annihilated or banished his entire family. All that is except for him. Last of the Daemon Corps, his title said it all, and right now he needed Minions to do his bidding, not slaves for they could be liberated, but freely thinking evil digimon. There was no way he would underestimate those seemingly weak children. Luckily his brother had given him the last of the hiding places of the old crew for safekeeping.
Ah yes poor misguided Myo it never occurred to him that maybe in three years they would still have the power to destroy him. Myostismon’s folly was now his problem; with the others gone the darkening of this world fell upon him.
“Oh how I hate to do real work,” he sighed to himself.
He marched through the forest filling the space just behind him with an eerie spectral image; he marched on un-turning in his determination slicing thought whatever got in his way until he eventually reached a clearing.
“Ah this shall suit my purposes all too well” he thought a glint of malevolence sliding down his blackened helmet. “It is time for those who served my brother to serve me as well,”
“Digimon of Darkness come to me” he cried in his demonic scream “Let all fear for soon I shall recall my father and plunge this world into eternal plague”
There is a cave quite close to the Primary Village where the sunlight never reaches, a place where only the darkest and most lonely digimon could ever live not wretched per se just misunderstood and now deep within the bowels where not even the dark masters had dared to tread, something stirred.