Hey everyone! I've decided to start a new fanfiction, but don't worry, I'm still writing Lessons In Friendship, which will be updated soon. In the english version of the show, T.K. states he's in class 7-A, which would make him 12 in season two. That's what I'm basing my fic on. This takes place four years later, so he and Ken are 16. You can figure out everyone elses ages from that.
I don't own Digimon, and don't forget to review!
One World Away From Darkness
Where am I? The shadows around him appeared to be alive. They moved swiftly across the ground towards him, as if stalking him. Out of the darkness, small, claw like hands snaked towards his trembling form, quivering with anticipation at the prospect of catching him. He took a step back and stumbled, just barely catching himself before he fell on his knees. Quickly, the blond's eyes lifted towards the moon, but it offered little comfort from the darkness surrounding him. Its pale blue rays were giving the shadows life, making them stronger.
A loud gasp escaped the blond's throat as the first of those black hands reached him. It latched onto his ankle and began to slide up his leg, reaching desperately for his soul. Two more latched onto his body and curled around his arms. Another slid around his waist and started to climb towards his chest. A violent shudder ran through the blond's body as those slimy hands groped him, searching for a way inside.
A wordless cry escaped from his mouth, and he jerked backwards, trying to wrench himself free from their cold, icy grip. "I won't be your tool!" he screamed at the hands. "Back! Your darkness won't take me!"
He had not really expected a reaction, but to his astonishment, the hands let out sudden squeals of pain. They quickly released him and scuttled back into the forest, disappearing. Confused, the boy looked down and was shocked to discover that his entrie body was glowing a pale, luminescent yellow. Its sweet blissful glow warmed his clammy skin and goosebumps prickled the surface of his body. Long, thick, golden eyelashes fluttered, closing to rest lightly against the skin beneath his eyes. I'm safe. They can't harm me. Nothing can.
A sudden scream split the air around him, making the leaves on the trees shiver in response. His eyes snapped open. "Hello?" No answer. Someone's in trouble, but how can I help them if I don't even know where they are?
Light footsteps sounded behind him, and a twig snapped. The blond's head jerked around, and he quickly scrambled backwards.
"Who's there?" He made his voice hard, trying to sound unafraid, and failed miserably. Silence. The boy strained his ears to listen, but he could not hear anything over the sound of his own heartbeat. Ragged breaths burst from his lungs, filling the small clearing, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to silence them.
The trees before him seemed to shift, and despite his efforts, he could not stop a small gasp from escaping his lips.
"Did you hear it? We're in trouble. All of us and...I think it might be my fault."
The blond froze at the sudden words that broke the silence of the woods. That voice. It sounded familiar. He knew that voice.
After a brief hesitation, he managed to speak. "What kind of trouble?" Despite his better judgement, he was curious.
There was no reply. Instead, the dark figure seemed to melt out of the trees and came to stand before him.
The blond shrank back, unsure of whether or not he should be afraid.
"You glow," the other's voice came forth, his tone soft. "I knew I would find you here."
Is this guy totally crazy? "How did you find me?" The blond winced at his own snappish tone. He had not meant to sound so harsh.
The other hesitated and said quietly,"I followed your light."
The blond remained silent. He did not know what to say to that. My light? Okay, he's definitely crazy!
"Come on, we have to go. There's no time to waste." The other's voice had grown impatient. He seemed to be in a hurry.
"Go where?" The blond was starting to get confused.
"To stop him before he hurts you. He wants to hurt you because of me..." The dark figure broke off and shifted. He appeared uncomfortable. "I can't do it by myself. I'm not strong enough. Besides, I think he might have gained control of..."
The blond waited expectantly, but the other never finished. If only I could see his face.
"Please?" the boy finally whispered. "I need your help, too."
The blond froze as his dark visitor held out a trembling hand towards him. Should I trust this strange guy? He seemed harmless enough. Besides, someone was in trouble. Maybe more than one person, if he was telling the truth.
"Hurry!" the dark figure cried, his voice filling with sudden panic.
Quickly the blond stepped forward, his decision made, and reached out to take the other's hand. Before he could though, a sudden harsh laugh filled the darkness.
"What's going on?" the blond cried in fear. He stumbled as the dark figure beside him let out a cry of dismay. The boy collapsed against the blond's chest, nearly knocking him over.
"Oh no," the other's voice rang harshly in his ear. His hot breath was warm against the blond's skin. "You're too late..."