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A/N: so, um . . . after two chapters of angst regarding Ophanimon's rape, I suppose we need something different. How about some TK musing and Sorcerimon's memories? I dunno, I'll just see how this chapter goes. I'm basing this fic mainly on Ophanimon, cos she's my favourite character (I know I'm very bias about this, forgive me) and I reckon Seraphimon's a major cool dude.

So anyway, ENJOY!

- Chapter Six -

As soon as he closed his eyes that night, TK was bombarded with images of Angemon, though he recognised none. He heard the angel's voice - heard him chuckling, shouting, whispering and talking all at once. TK also felt certain feelings towards a certain other Digimon and he was quite sure those feelings didn't belong to him.

"MagnaAngemon digivolved to . . . SERAPHIMON!"

TK witnessed the digivolution of MagnaAngemon to Seraphimon, which he had not been present for. He felt the serene calmness of spirit; the suppressed excitement and the glowing pride his partner felt when the transformation was complete. He also beheld the enormity of Seraphimon's power inside his body for those brief moments. He saw, through Seraphimon's eyes, Angewomon's digivolution.

Because he was recalling Seraphimon's memories, TK could clearly feel and experience every moment his partner had cherished. Fighting alongside Ophanimon, sharing thoughts and beliefs, presenting fair judgement to those whom had asked for it and watching, admiring his companion from afar. TK experienced those overwhelming feelings for Ophanimon, the desire to protect and support her, the joy and contentment in hearing her laugh and seeing her smile. He could understand, finally, the extent to which their love went and surpassed.

"She is the most wonderful, beautiful Digimon alive," he heard Seraphimon's voice - which was deeper and richer than Angemon's - murmur, coming from his own lips.

"Who is?"

A brief sense of embarrassment as Ophanimon came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder lightly. Her pale, perfectly shaped lips were curved into a gentle, alluring smile. His heart skipped a beat and he hastened to turn away. Before he could stop himself, the words formed themselves on his lips and fell.

"You are, my lady."

"Well then, my lord," she replied. "You flatter me. By far, you are the more wonderful and beautiful Digimon in the known worlds. This, no one can deny."

The grief, anguish and devastation Seraphimon felt when Ophanimon had been struck down in the final battle flooded TK, drowning his senses in an overload of emotions. He felt the tears Seraphimon had wept silently course down his own cheeks under the helmet - warm and wet. Seraphimon's distraught cry was torn from his throat.

"OPHANIMON! NO!"

-

TK sat up, sweating and yet shivering at the same time. He was panting heavily and there was a heavy, warm dampness on his cheeks. Lifting a hand up gingerly, TK realised the dampness were tears, the very same ones he had felt in the dream. It all felt so real, TK was sure he would mistake them for his own memories somewhere down the line. But right now, he knew they were Seraphimon's - Angemon and MagnaAngemon's - memories of the past. They were priceless and therefore, TK would cherish them as they did.

In many aspects, TK couldn't help noticing just how emotional his partner Digimon had been and just how much TK didn't know about him. Having always thought that, as Angemon, the Digimon of Hope had just about as much emotion as a block of wood, TK found that his partner experienced his emotions on the inside. Outwardly, Angemon may have seemed cold and devoid, but on the inside, he was more emotional than all of the others put together. And his feelings were always strong, true and pure.

Especially his love for Angewomon, and Ophanimon. TK was convinced that no other two Digimon - or humans - could feel the way Seraphimon did towards Ophanimon. Everything he did was fuelled by that love, the strength and the power he used was from the fact that he was in love with someone precious. In the end, Seraphimon had died because of that love and because he had been driven to protect the one his love was bestowed on.

Whether or not to blame Ophanimon for his demise, TK was undecided. Ophanimon didn't seem to have a bad bone in her body. Her eyes were always clear and open, or what he had seen of them were. In the dream, she had been the same, only those particular thoughts had been increased tenfold because of love. Ophanimon didn't have what it took to deceive someone as wise as Seraphimon.

If Seraphimon had believed her, then TK would too.

-

The horror of the rape haunted Ophanimon that very same night, as it had done so from the day she had returned. She relived it over and over, unwillingly, wanting to scream every time it appeared before her eyes. Sorcerimon offered to cast a spell to block out the images and she assented, but they kept coming back.

Seraphimon, the imposter, placing a dampener on her will to fight. His hands groping her, running down each and every inch of her, hurting her. Normally soft lips pressed harshly against hers and her sensitive skin, bruising it. The forcefulness of the way he had forced himself on her and the hopelessness she felt when she realised she was powerless to prevent it, to put an end to it. She felt the pain again as he ripped her apart.

All this, she kept between herself and Sorcerimon, although even he didn't know the finer details. She could not find the words to relay her exact feelings in the aftermath, but trusted him to have the general idea.

"What do you want me to do, my lady?"

"Act as if you don't know anything," she replied. "Don't tell them what happened."

And dear Sorcerimon, always reliable, did just that. Between them, they had Kari and TK convinced that she was only suffering from shock. How long the secret was to be kept, neither of them were sure, but Ophanimon knew that the time would come when she would have to tell. Just not now, as Lucifer's Minions were on the march.

"Inform the chosen ones of the upcoming battle." Ophanimon paced her room. "Tell them that Lucifer's Minions will only be slaughtered by the hands of Hope and Light."

"Does that mean they will have to partake the fight also, my lady?"

"Unless they choose not to," was her measured reply. "Are the arms prepared?"

"And awaiting your orders, my lady." Sorcerimon looked at her worriedly. "I must impress upon you, as a friend, my lady, the need for you to get rest."

"I cannot rest, Sorcerimon," Ophanimon near-fretted. "Every time I close my eyes - you are aware of what occurs. I cannot force myself to rest when I know I won't get any. Pray, Sorcerimon, do not force me either."

"As you wish, my lady."

"Chaosmon and the dark side fear only one thing," she continued. "The unity of Hope and Light. Since that is no longer possible between me and -" a pained pause "- well, we must enlist the help of the chosen children. Do you understand?"

Sorcerimon nodded once, but once was all she needed. He was the apple of her eye, so to speak, and had been so since the day they had met. She had been an In-Training level Digimon and he had been Wizardmon (A/N: remember? Sorcerimon, in this story, is the Digivolved version of Wizardmon. I stuffed up big time). They had been working for Myotismon and he had been her only friend - or the only other Digimon she had trusted. Not a day passed when he didn't know what she was thinking, or how she was feeling. They thought along the same lines and he didn't need her to tell him anything more than once. Sometimes she didn't even need to say anything and he would know exactly what to do.

"I must say, my lady, that it will be rather hard to get the message across to the chosen ones themselves," Sorcerimon said. "Especially the girl. She is too innocent and naïve."

"Kari will understand," Ophanimon said surely. "And TK will as well. He is mesmerized already by her. Have you seen the way he follows her around and protects her? It is a good start, Sorcerimon. I haven't seen that look in anyone's eyes since . . ."

She trailed off, having almost breached the forbidden subject again. She pretended to busy herself at the other side of the chamber, avoiding eye contact. As for Sorcerimon, he looked away to hide the pain and longing in his eyes. The truth and realization of it hurt, even when she hadn't completed her sentence. In those few words, she had made him realize that she had never noticed his feelings for her. His heart twisted in a knot as he thought about it. It had been made clear to him that she loved him only as a friend and her heart belonged only to Seraphimon, even when he had recently broken her heart. Even so, it still hurt.

"I will take my leave now, my lady," he murmured. It was painful to say the words. "Try and get as much rest as you can. Tomorrow will be a long day."

-

The winds picked up, swirling around the crystalline chamber like a tornado. Ophanimon's head shot up from her task and barely managed to open her mouth to call Sorcerimon when a cold hand clasped itself over her. She stiffened as the owner of the hand breathed down her neck and her skin crawled at his touch.

"You've recovered well, my lady." He chuckled. "But of course. You have healing powers and an extraordinarily quick recovery rate. I would have expected no less from you."

His voice, so cold, made her blood run cold. This was definitely NOT Seraphimon, no matter how much he looked like him. She would recognize and welcome the real Seraphimon - and her senses would not have sharpened as if she were in danger. There was something wrong with this Digimon - if he even WAS a Digimon and not just an ethereal being, which inhabited the shell of a Digimon. But she didn't dare move.

"It's been a while," he continued. "I've missed your company."

The hand left her mouth and she let out an indistinguishable cry, which lasted only seconds, before she was silenced again - this time by his lips. They clamped over her mouth, sending a numbing coldness to her brain and paralyzing her against reaction. Her hands fell limply to her sides and her eyes rolled back. She collapsed. The door burst open and Sorcerimon stormed in, armed with his staff.

"Lady Ophanimon!"

She was barely conscious, but she could make out his voice and was relieved. He would save her, she knew it. After that one comforting thought, she lost her grip on consciousness and left her fate in Sorcerimon's hands. The imposter Seraphimon loosened his hold on her and she fell onto the floor in an undignified heap as he stood to meet the 'intruder'. The blue and gold helmet materialized over his face.

"You'll pay for this!" Sorcerimon hissed, and shot a fiery stream of raw energy towards Seraphimon from his staff.

"TESTAMENT!"

The two attacks collided head-on, but seeing as Seraphimon was more powerful, his attack broke Sorcerimon's. The weaker Digimon (A/N: didn't mean any offence) leapt to avoid the other's attack and fired again. Seraphimon dodged it gracefully and began to vanish. His voice echoed throughout the chamber.

"You won't see the end of this, Sorcerimon!"

- End of Chapter Six -

A/N:

Okay, crap ending, I know. Oh well, that's the best I can do now, huh?

I'm stuck on ideas . . . and I have to do my holiday homework by the end of this week. Next week, I'm going back to school (boo hoo). I've recently found a really cool fic called 'Ragnarok' and I kinda used Seraphimon's (the imposter, of course) attack 'Testament' from there. Sorry for doing that, but I really didn't know what his attacks are. And thanks!

Yeah well, you people have to give me feedback!

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