Evil's New Claim
Part Seven: Reunited - Partially
Standard Disclaimer Thingy: Digimon and its characters aren't mine, the plot of this story is. Any questions? Tough.
Nervously, Ken tapped on the door of the apartment marked Yagami. 'I can do this. I can do this,' he reminded himself. 'I've faced down evil digimon, surely I can manage to talk to one person.'
A friendly but tired looking woman answered the door. "Yes?" asked the woman that he assumed to be Mrs. Yagami.
"Ah…excuse me," Ken began in his Most Polite Voice reserved for speaking with adults. "I'm looking for Yagami Taichi. Is he here?"
"Oh, yes. Come in. He's in his room, doing homework. But I'm sure he won't mind being interrupted," she replied cheerfully.
For a moment, Ken considered backing away, saying he didn't want to disturb him, and running out the door. But he didn't. Instead, he reminded himself that this was for The Group and the good of everyone and so he mustered his courage even though he had very little and then knocked on the door of the older boy's room.
Taichi's door opened and the big-haired boy poked his head around the edge of the doorway. "What?" he demanded with some annoyance. His eyes, tired as his mother's, locked on the dark haired boy. "What?" he repeated with slightly less ire. Instead, confusion filled his voice.
"Can I talk with you, please?" Ken questioned in the same Most Polite Voice he'd used on Mrs. Yagami.
The older boy appeared to think for a moment, but relented, and stepped aside, allowing his uninvited guest into the room. "What do you want?" he questioned without tact as soon as the door had been shut again.
"I think I should explain something," Ken began. "I'm not from this world."
"I came here from an alternate universe. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I've been in contact with my self from this world, and he went missing. So the Miyako, Daisuke, and Iori from my world came with me to help find him."
"So - Miyako, Daisuke, and Iori from this world?"
"Are in my world, covering for their missing doubles. You could ask them, but now's not the time. We need to hurry."
"Why?" Taichi frowned. This was confusing, and most likely not possible.
"Because they are in danger and you may be the only one that can help them."
The silver-haired woman sighed dramatically as she pulled a hair from her head. "For the last time, Mummymon, I'm not your 'dear'," she replied.
"I've never seen so many Mammothmon in my life!" Miyako noted as she gripped tightly to Holsmon.
"And Monochromon," Iori agreed from behind her, he and Armadimon having hitched a ride. "Where did they all come from?"
"Probably the same person that sent those Devidramon," Armadimon theorized.
"They're getting awfully close!" Miyako half-shouted to Holsmon. "Can't you go any faster?"
"I'm going as fast as I can, Miyako," her partner replied.
"And for what reason should I consider believing you?" Taichi questioned. His arms were folded over his chest, and his expression was bordering on angry.
"Because I've been in Hikari-san's position," Ken replied as calmly as possible. "She needs your help."
The older boy was silent in thought for a moment. He turned his head the opposite direction. "My sister's dead," he said in a quiet voice.
"I thought so too, but there's someone that's resurrected the dark towers, and it isn't me. It's not Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, or Takeru either. Taichi-san, I know you don't want to believe me, but the digital world needs your help."
"And if this is a trap?" the other questioned, turning back to the other with some amount of anger in his eyes.
"It's not. I give you my word. Please."
"Can't we go any faster?" Daisuke shouted over the
pounding feet of the giant digimon surrounding him. "They're getting closer!"
"Sorry," Lighdramon replied. "I'm going as fast as I can!"
The Mammothmon herd had surrounded the boy and his digimon, however, and now they were running within the herd. Suddenly, six of the giant elephant-like creatures stopped in front of them.
Daisuke stared at the angry red spiral-controlled eyes and cursed under his breath.
"Fine," Taichi agreed finally. "I'll go. But only because I have your word. I find out this is a lie, and I will personally make your life a living hell."
Ken nodded, gulped slightly, and followed Taichi from the room. The elder boy waved to his mother.
"I'm going out for a bit, Mom," he informed her. "I should be back for dinner, though."
Mrs. Yagami smiled with some worry. "Be careful, Taichi," she said with forced casualness.
"I will," he promised as he shut the door behind him.
"Daisuke, I don't think we have a choice," Lighdramon stated. "We'll have to fight."
"There's no way we can win!" he protested. Daisuke was a
boy with an active imagination, and a willingness to fight lost causes, but one
single boy and his armor-evolved digimon against a hundred or so controlled
Monochromon and Mammothmon were odds that even he had to admit were very slim.
"We've got to look for the nearest port out of here!"
"What about the others?" his partner questioned.
"They'll manage – they can fly!" Daisuke replied, for about the millionth time in his life so far berating that the fates – or the digital world itself - had not given him a partner with some sort of flying abilities in his armor forms.
"Shooting Star!" Pegasmon shouted, as he – and Takeru flew in from over head. Daisuke peered up at the flying horse.
"Takeru – there's no way we have a chance against these guys. We've got to find the nearest TV!" he shouted.
"I don't see one," Pegasmon replied as he fired his attack once more. One of the Mammothmon cried out in pain, but the dark ring was missed entirely and so the large digimon only became angrier.
"Blue Thunder!" Lighdramon had no choice but to fire his own attack.
"De-evolve!" Pegasmon shouted. "We'll pull you out!"
"If we survive, you mean!" Daisuke replied.
"Miyako, I'm sorry," Holsmon gasped. "I'm so – tired." Slowly, the group was getting closer to the ground, and Holsmon began to glow slightly with the fading energy.
"Oh no!" Miyako cried. "Holsmon, please, try to hang in there!" But it was pointless. After safely landing on the ground, Holsmon de-evolved to Hawkmon, causing his three riders to thump unceremoniously to the ground.
Almost immediately, they were surrounded by a group of Monochromon, all with red, angry eyes and a craving, Miyako thought, for digital blood.
Ken, Taichi, and Wormmon appeared at the site of the nearest television port from the real world. It was on a hill overlooking a ravine. In the distance in one direction they could see a strange building that appeared to be doing its best to hide from the world. In the opposite direction, a huge stampede of large digimon was running at full blast through the dried riverbed.
"Damn!" Ken muttered. "We're late."
"What's going on here?" Taichi wondered.
"I could be wrong, but I think that building is where you'll find Hikari," Ken replied. He removed his D-terminal from his pocket and began typing furiously.
"What are you doing?" the other questioned.
"Getting us some help," he answered.
"I sure hope the others are having more adventure than us," Daisuke sighed. "This place is pretty boring." He felt qualified to make such a statement because he was currently lounging on a couch, watching television.
Hikari sat beside him. "Well, would you rather be bored or risk your life?" she questioned.
"Risk my life!" he replied without so much as a moment's thought.
"I don't know," Miyako thought seriously from his opposite side. "When I'm bored I want to fight, and when I'm fighting I'd rather be bored."
Iori, too, thought seriously about his response before he spoke. "I think that if I must fight, I must fight," he answered. "If I was safe and secure, I wouldn't be bored."
Takeru sighed. "I'd rather not risk my life," he admitted. "But I can't say I don't enjoy the adventure of the digital world."
Hikari was about to add her own thoughts when her D-terminal began to beep. "Email!" she grinned triumphantly, opening the device.
Takeru took a sip of his soda and twisted sideways in the armchair he was lounging in, throwing his legs over the side of the chair. As they were at his father's apartment, he felt he could do such things, which would be prohibited at his mother's.
"Hey – is that food ready yet?" Daisuke wondered, standing up and heading for the kitchen. Yamato, who took his cooking very seriously, proceeded to debate with the younger boy the virtue of leaving someone alone while they're cooking.
"Don't worry about the food, Daisuke," Hikari interrupted before the argument could progress much further. "We've got to go."
"Go?" he repeated blankly.
"But we haven't eaten yet," Chibimon protested from where he had been left on the couch.
"We'll have to take it to go," Takeru decided, looking over the email for himself.
"What's going on?" Miyako wondered.
"It's from Ken," Hikari replied. "They've figured out who they enemy is, and they need our help."
Yamato poked his head in from the kitchen. "Food's done. You're taking it with you?"
"We'll have to," Takeru agreed.
"Great. I'm coming, too."
"Okay, Lighdramon," Daisuke decided. "Now!" A glow surrounded his partner, and a moment later he was V-mon once more. He jumped quickly into his partner's arms, and Daisuke lifted a hand up.
Pegasmon maneuvered dangerously close to the circle of large digimon, and Takeru held his hand out. Daisuke jumped into the air a few inches and managed to grab the other boy's hand. Then Pegasmon tried as hard as possible to lift them even further out of the air.
"It's – not – going – to – work," the flying digimon gasped with some effort.
"No!" Takeru half shouted, grunting in exertion as he tried to pull Daisuke up. "Keep – trying."
"Daisuke!" another voice shouted from somewhere on the boy's right, and a moment later, someone had maneuvered between them and grabbed V-mon from his arms.
"Takeru!" the boy shouted. "How did you - ?"
"Ken sent us an email," the boy replied. Setting V-mon in front of him, he reached out and grasped Daisuke's other arm. "Ready?" he questioned of his double.
The other Takeru nodded, and in unison, they began to lift Daisuke from the circle of Mammothmon.
Miyako and Iori stood as close together as possible as they stared at the encroaching Monochromon. Neither Armadimon nor Hawkmon had the strength to evolve to even their armor forms, the latter being semi-unconscious in Miyako's arms after the battle with the Devidramon and the quick flight from the massive herds.
"Well, it's been nice knowing you, Iori. If you manage to survive and I don't, do you think you could say nice things at my funeral?" Miyako asked, her voice wavering.
Iori rolled his eyes slightly at his friend's touch for the dramatic, and said instead: "Miyako, don't be silly. We'll be fine."
"How can you say that?" Miyako demanded. "There's a herd of massive Monochromon looming over us and our digimon can't evolve! How can we be fine??"
Iori blinked twice. "Because the cavalry has arrived," he replied instead, pointing to the sky.
Miyako looked up to see Holsmon flying towards her. She blinked, looked at Hawkmon in her arms, and realized what must be happening. "Hey! All right! Having a double does have benefits!"
A few moments later, all eleven chosen from both worlds stood on the hill overlooking the ravine. The Monochromon and Mammothmon, powerless to get near them from the ravine below, merely returned to their natural grazing activity.
Yamato blinked at the eight doubles. "This is going to be confusing, isn't it?" he quipped.
No one bothered to reply to his statement of the obvious. "Our best bet will be to fly over the Monochromon and try to attack from the other side," Daisuke stated.
"Dude, that won't work," his double replied. "Hikari might get hurt that way."
Daisuke looked dubiously at the girl standing nearby. "She can handle it," he answered, confused.
Hikari shook her head. "Not me, Daisuke," she replied. "My double."
Now it was Miyako's turn to be astonished. "I thought she was – well – dead?"
Her double explained. "So did we, but she's not."
"So what did happen to Hikari?" Iori questioned. "I thought the Kaiser had – well – left her for dead."
"Apparently, she survived," his double replied. "We're not quite sure how."
"So, that's why Taichi's here?" Daisuke questioned.
Ken nodded. "I thought he might be of use. And Hikari as well," he added, nodding towards the girl with them.
"He also realized you were in serious trouble and so he called us in as reinforcements," Takeru finished with a grin.
"Including food!" Yamato added, holding out a paper sack stuffed with food.
to be continued…