Title: Power Born From Anger
Author: Takato Metallium
Fandom: Digimon Tamers
Characters: Jenrya Lee and Takato Matsuda, pairing will be/is Jenkato
Prompt: 015: Angry
Word Count: 400 words
Disclaimer: I disclaim all rights to Digimon Tamers. It belongs to Akiyoshi Hongo, Toei Animation and other such official people. I only own the AUverse this is set in, the fic and nothing more.
Author's Notes: Set in my Dark Guardians AU, seven years past the Tamers series. Jenrya and Takato are both aged 17 and are agents of the Demon Lord Lilithmon after circumstances forced them to live in the Dejitarusekai/Digital World with their partners Guilmon and Terriermon. Prompts will take place either before or during their time as the Dark Guardians. Will be some spoilers for the Tamers series leading up to episode 35.
Jenrya has never seen Takato so angry, so full of utter rage. It's scary and his arms tighten around Shuichon as she clings to his shirt, wailing in fear. She shouldn't even be here in the first place, but his undivided attention is on his friend. Somewhere in the background he can hear Juri sobbing over her loss, and he knows that all it's doing is making Takato angrier.
Takato's normally kind, gentle cherry eyes are narrowed dangerously, to the point where the expression on his face almost makes him unrecognizable. His teeth grind together, fists clenching into fists at his side. He can barely breath, the anger he's feeling makes it hard to do so. He can feel his nails biting the palm of his hand, his rage pinpointed on one thing and one thing only.
Beelzebumon's pointing those guns of his at Kyuubimon, laughing at her feeble attempts to make him see sense. When he raises one of them to Jen, Takato snaps, all but snarling like a wild animal as he calls his partner's name. "GUILMON!"
Guilmon roars, the sound defening in Jen's ears as Guilmon's form shifts without warning to Growmon, and then again to MegaloGrowmon. The Cyborg dinosaur's tail is swishing behind him, creating a wind threatening to knock everyone off their feet. Beelzebumon's eyes narrow and he sneers at the challenge, kicking Kyuubimon away from where she lay at the toes of his boots, the fox Digimon worn and beaten and barely breathing, and he turns to face MegaloGrowmon.
Takato's eyes are feral like his partner's, his irises slits of pure black darkness. He can taste blood, and somewhere in the far back of his mind he muses that he must have bit his lip, but it doesn't matter. He watches MegaloGrowmon attack Beelzebumon, but it's not enough. MegaloGrowmon needs to be stronger, more powerful.
Jenrya feels a shiver roll up his spine and his blood runs cold, watching a red glow envelope MegaloGrowmon. His arms tighten further around Shuichon as the construct of Takato's rage and hate is revealed. Megidramon snarls, saliva dripping from rows of sharp teeth, tail lashing about. He buries his face in Shuichon's hair, unable to watch.
He's not scared for himself or his little sister, though.
No. He's scared for Takato, fearing his kind-hearted, joyful friend might never make it back from the brink of his anger.