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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Contains spoilers for Tri. Also things that may look like spoilers to the uninitiated, but I completely made up. No warning on which is which.

Why was life so boring?
The blond could remember a time he thought the opposite, when he was five and wished his family would be more boring and less loud. When he was eight and found himself trapped in a world with many monsters that could swallow him in one gulp. When he was eleven, and watching a monster with the power to wipe out Tokyo holding Angemon between his claws. Even when he was fourteen and faced with Patamon’s infection and possible eradication, there was always a part of him that asked why so much pain happened to him?
In those days, although he’d never admit it, he had longed for quite mornings and a simple life. Takeru never regretted the friends he made along the way, but the adventure itself was often overwhelming for him. After being trapped in a war-torn world peaceful Saturdays were a blessed reward.
Or was it Tuesday? He couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
Perhaps he should have gone to college like the rest of his friends. But then, his mother did not have the money to send him, and he doubted his grandparents would support a liberal arts degree the same way they did Yamato’s physics degree. Even if they were willing they still might be skeptical, the first thing Yamato did with his inheritance was buy a new guitar.
At two in the afternoon Takeru shot a text to Hikari, and left his mother’s apartment. Natsuko wasn’t home so he guessed it was more Tuesday than Saturday, but that was never an ironclad indicator.
The blond strolled through the streets, theoretically he should be looking for a job right now, but he’d applied to most places in a ten-mile radius. Everywhere he looked he was on record as submitting a resume, was there one he missed? The difference between Umi’s seafood shack and Ami’s ice-cream hut where negligible to him. As certain as Takeru was that he’d applied to both, he could not remember submitting forms to either of them.
The streets were vacant, but that was normal, just a reflection of his dreary life. Even Hikari had not replied to him, which was rare. She normally responded to his texts even at three in the morning, a busy day at school should not stop her. But then, maybe she had more important things in her life now. Had she met a cute boy in college? They had always specifically avoided the topic; Hikari more interested in Takeru’s prospects while he feared hers.
His mind was filled with images of Hikari and some unknown stud, skipping classes to yuk it up together. This unknown adversary was likely planning to become a lawyer for a charity or something, it would be his luck recently. Everyone else was moving on and he was just there, watching the world go by.
A school teacher, a doctor, an entrepreneur, a rockstar, and a drop out. For some reason the digital would just couldn’t go thirteen for thirteen.
Takeru found himself outside a familiar building. Not too long ago he started here, a job through his mother’s connections. He was so eager, and as far as he could tell made a good impression on the CEO himself. And yet, before the day was through he was let go, a clerical error that hired too many interns, and he with the least resume experience was on the bottom of the list. Apparently saving the world half a dozen times wasn’t relevant experience, ungrateful bastards.
Had that been three months ago? Or six? He really couldn’t tell.
The blond contemplated going back in. Perhaps they would remember him? If something had opened up in the past three (or eight?) months, then he could work his way up. At this point Takeru was willing to work for free.
“Mr. Takaishi.” lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the woman sidle up beside him, nor the two security guards flanking her. “I believe we agreed you’d were to leave this place alone? That was an intrinsic part of the deal.”
Her face, partially obfuscated from sunglasses, looked somewhat familiar, although he did not remember her from his brief stint at the paper.
“What deal?”
Her lips curled into a smile. “Exactly. Now run along, it would be bad for both of us if people got suspicious.” Takeru had no idea what she was talking about, but he wasn’t going to argue with vague threats from someone with muscly bodyguards backing them up.
And so he continued to wander, checking his phone every ten minutes to see if Hikari replied to him. He roamed aimlessly until the sun began to set, at which point he made his way home.
Despondent, abandoned by all his friends. But there was something else, like a fundamental part of him was gone. He’d done nothing of value today. He’d not applied for any new jobs, or sought out opportunities. Had not helped a kid in the park. Had not even been able to get a reply from his best friend or bring himself to eat dinner.
He merely crawled into bed, his dreams were a more exciting place anyway.
The next day was more of the same. More lying in bed, more walking around looking at places he was certain he’d already applied to, more being ignored by Hikari.
Either that or she was in grave danger. Even during their worst fight she’d not ignored him for twenty-four hours. He’d attempted to phone her cell, but it went straight to voicemail. With concern in his veins, and quite frankly nothing better to do, Takeru made his way to the Yagami residence.
She’d be home at this time on a Friday right? Or was it Wednesday?
“Hello Ms. Yagami, is Hikari in?” the woman sent him a confused look.
“Hikari’s been at school for months now. She has hardly come home since moving into residence.”
What? No, he’d hung with her around here at least once a week. Normally more. Hadn’t he? The university was barely a half hour away by train, she had no reason to move out, and he’d only twice met her on campus. She certainly didn’t live there.
Did she?
“I’m sorry Miss Yagami, my head is weird today. Can you remind me what dorm she’s in?” the older woman opened her mouth to answer, then stopped. Her brow furrowed, her mouth closed.
“I don’t have to tell you. Stop trying to stalk my baby.” It was loud, out of nowhere, and as far as Takeru could tell insincere. But a door slamming in your face was quite the conversation ender. Sighing, Takeru tried his friend’s cell again, only to hear the familiar tone of the answering machine.
Something about this was very off. What had happened to Hikari? Walking back into the street, he dialed another number.
“Hello Taichi.”
“Hey Takeru, it’s weird for me to get a call from you. What’s up? Yamato’s fangirls swarm you again? Need me to talk to him about it?”
“No, nothing like that.” At least Taichi seemed normal. “It’s just, have you talked to Hikari recently?”
“Um, yeah. She called me earlier today. Why? It was pretty much the same as always.” So she talked to her brother but was ignoring him? “Is it a boy? Is there someone I should be introducing to the wrong end of a three-hole punch?” Typical overprotective Taichi, it gave him comfort in his haze. Maybe he just needed to get out more.
“No, no. I just wanted to surprise her. Could you remind me what dorm she’s staying at?”
“You’d know better than me. You helped her move in, I’ve never been there.” Had he? When Taichi said that Takeru had been there before he knew it was true, and yet he had no memories of the event. He’d had no memories of Hikari’s dorm at all, but he knew he’d visited her after school often over the past (four?) months.
“Takeru,” the other boy’s voice came through. “Are you okay? You’re acting off today. Maybe you should get some rest.”
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe I should.” although if anything he’d been sleeping to much lately. It still seemed like a good idea. There was still one thing bugging him “Just one last question. What day is it?”
“Takeru? Takeru? are you okay? maybe you should -”
“HANG UP!”
The voice was loud, omnipresent and yet clearly coming from his phone. And it sounded exactly like Hikari, he’d know that voice anywhere. He fumbled a few times, nearly dropping his phone before placing it back to his ear.
“--I’ll call Yamato, he’ll come down tonight and help you.”
“No need.” Suddenly the companionship he was craving felt like a trap. “I just can’t always tell my Tuesdays from my Thursdays without school. I’m fine, honest.” He sounded suspicious even to his own ears. but it would be enough for Taichi to put if off until the weekend. Which was minimally tomorrow and maximally five days from now. It was a weekday, right?
“Anyway, got-to-go bye.” he hung up, noting now it was what the voice had wanted. Takeru glanced at his phone in distrust. Where the contact ID for Taichi should have been was a single line ‘GO HOME’.
It wasn’t just Taichi. Every contact in his phone was now replaced with the message ‘GO HOME’. What the hell was this? He should phone Koushiro. But which one was Koushiro? Did he even have a way of contacting the genius? He couldn’t remember ever getting in touch.
Shaking his head, he focused on more important matters. This message on his phone smelled like an obvious trap. But if he left it then his mom would be walking home unaware. Wouldn’t it be better for him to go in knowing it was a trap, then his mom getting ambushed? It wasn’t like he could warn her now that his phone was compromised.
He darted home as fast as his legs would carry him, only remembering to walk the last street and rebuild his energy for whatever would come.   He wanted Patamon, or even Yamato. Why had he turned down Taichi’s offer of help again?
All the lights were off in the apartment. Which was normal but far more ominous today than most days. Takeru made his way into the kitchen first, grabbing a sharp knife. It would be little help against a Digimon bigger than a child, but it was better than nothing.
After the kitchen he checked out the family room, the washrooms, then his mom’s room. There was only one room left, his own. He walked in, slower than into any other room. It looked just the way he left it. Was someone hiding?
Under the bed? No, empty, he flipped around to stop an incoming attack, there was none.
His closet? He opened the door and brandished the knife outward, half expecting to get shot. But once again the suspense was for naught. Where was his mysterious enemy?
His computer beeped. And Takeru heard the voice again.
No, not the voice, Hikari’s voice, he realized as he looked toward the screen. The girl was adorned in her High school uniform and talking. Even mentioning him by name.
“I know we’ve been friends for years, but there’s some stuff about me you don’t know”
Why was she talking to him now? She’d been ignoring him all day.
“This is my right hand, which exists to jack of Takeru, whenever he wants it, and my left which exists to fondle Takeru’s balls, when jacking him off.” Wait what? It was more than just her words; the phrases were written on her skin with magic marker.
“These lips exist for kissing Takeru, as often and as long as he wants it.”
He swallowed “Hikari what’s going on?” he asked. She did not acknowledge him, continuing onward in her depraved performance.
“This throat exists to swallow Takeru’s cum whenever he wants it.” At this point Takeru noticed the bar at the bottom moving steadily from one side of the screen to the other, was this a video?
Next she took off her shirt and blazer, revealing bare tits. This was way too much for him to believe, and she’d done it so carelessly. “These tits exist to feed Takeru’s babies”
He watched she lifted up her skirt slightly, showing her long legs off and more vulgar writing. “These thighs exist for Takeru’s pleasure, to run his cock through with or without penetration, whenever he wants to.”
And then her bare bottom was revealed to him, despite the fear he’d felt seconds ago, Takeru’s hand had already found its way to the bulge in his crotch. “This ass exists for Takeru to molest and spank in public, anytime he wants to.” she said, giving it a good smack.
And then the last piece, the one he’d been hoping for. “This cunt exists as Takeru’s Cumdump, to be used wherever he wants, whenever he wants.”
He nearly came from that alone, what the hell was going on. “So please Takeru won’t you give my naughty body reason to exist?”
The scene ended and Takeru was left in shock. Judging by her cup size and the uniform the video had to be at least two years old. And yet he had no memory of it, despite it being directed at him and, he verified, saved onto his hard drive.
It took all his willpower to stop himself from replaying the video again and again while jacking himself. It was so surreal to him, something out of an illicit dream, but when the movie closed it revealed a folder behind it he did not recognize.
This new folder was filled with pictures, predominantly of Hikari. As he scrolled through them he found his crush in all sorts of depraved situations. Nearly naked and ready to be fucked, getting fucked, sucking dick, naked outside holding onto a railing while displaying her ass. It was all like something out of a porn magazine that just happened to star his best friend and longtime crush.
There was one thing that confused him, as Takeru’s heart kept reminding him, the boy in the pictures was not him. His dick hadn’t been that small since he was ten. And as much as it pained him to see his beloved pleasure another man, as he scrolled through this first album the writings appeared, all explicitly mentioning her devotion to him, by name.
What was going on? Was someone really this desperate to fuck his life up?
Continuing to scroll through the albums found more picks of Hikari, this time with not a mention of him on it. There were also a few stray picks of Mimi and Miyako, who was this person who had so many nudes of his friends and why were they on his computer?
Lots of things struck him as odd over the past week (or month?), his inability to tell time chief among them. But this was still by far his greatest mystery. As he moved between pictures, and resisted the urge to masturbate to depraved pictures of his friends, he found another video file.
He opened it at first shocked by the appearance of Hikari and her mom, eating each other out on the floor. But then then the camera panned up and he got a bigger shock, Meiko was bent over the Yagami couch and getting thoroughly fucked by what looked to be him. But he would certain remember fucking Meiko while watching Hikari eat her mom out wouldn’t he? I mean, why would Hikari and Yuuko even do that? He doubted the Yagami’s were naturally into incest.
Then again he could barely remember yesterday. Something was off. On a whim, he jumped forward in the video, finding what he was expecting. The other him, the one in the video, was graced with a far smaller cock than his own, the same dick that no doubt cameoed in the photo’s with the girls.
Did he have an evil twin with a much smaller dick? Somehow that seemed a likely explanation. But Takeru had to remind himself that wasn’t the only weird thing here. Why was Hikari going along with such depraved and degrading actions? Meiko too did not seem like a fuck-and-chuck type girl.
Still stunned by how similar the boy in this video was to himself Takeru scrolled to the end of the archive. There clearly displayed was his worst fear come to life. One of the pictures was of Hikari, breasts now full, on her hands and knees taking a massive cock up her ass. The size of the cock was hardly believable, it had to be his own monster, no doubt about it.
So then, the person who was leading his friends down to the depths of depravity, that was him? And he’d even found a way to alter the human body. It would explain why he had no memories of his junk in high school. You would think the other boys would notice a monster like that in the showers, but they said nothing.
A massive migraine pulled at the corners of his head. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
Within seconds a message popped up on his browser, in way of a search result “Trust no one.”
Then what was he to do? In anticipation of the question a second search popped up, “Act natural. I will come when I can.”
With that his computer shut off, his mysterious benefactor apparently done.
Takeru would like to say he went straight to bed. And that, in trying to fall asleep he was captivated by questioning his apparent fragile reality and wondering if the voice could be trusted. He would tell you that these existential thoughts whizzed through his head endlessly, preventing him from obtaining the blissful release of sleep.
He would not want you to think that he immediately turned his computer on, and explored his newfound porn folder for hours, reveling in the apparent success of his other half and the depraved pictures featuring some of his closest friends. Nor would he want you to have the impression that he stayed up until the wee hours of the morn pleasuring himself to those pictures and movies.
Which account you believe, is an exercise for the reader.
Takeru woke up late, even for him, and hardly had time to confirm last night was not a dream (Totally not by masturbating to what could only be described as a female Daisuke and Ken begging for his dick, it was some other way) before Yamato phoned.
“Takeru are you ok? Taichi told me you were weird last night.” the sound of his brothers concern almost broke him. Truly if there was one constant in this fucked up reality it would be his relationship with his brother right? But the voice had told him to trust no one. Could he risk it?
“I’m fine,” he said more trying to convince himself; he was terrified “Just, I think, I don’t know.” Guts or glory time. “I think Hikari’s ignoring me.”
“You do?” asked Yamato, taking the issue surprisingly seriously. “What was the last thing you said to her?”
“I-I,” he unleashed a wretched sob “I don’t remember. I just don’t.”
“Woah, Woah. Calm down Takeru. Look we’re all idiots the first time we drink. I’m sure Hikari knows that too. Give her time. It’s okay.” Takeru just sobbed, he wasn’t drunk, he just couldn’t trust his memory. What if something bad happened to her and he couldn’t remember it. What if this was all his fault?
“It’s not okay.” Takeru repeated over and over.
“Takeru stop!” his brother’s harsh tone snapped him back to reality, or whatever perversion of it he was in. “Calm down. Ten days. Do you remember? I have a celebration party in ten days. Hikari’s going, Taichi will force her to if he has to. If she hasn’t gotten over it by then you’ll see her there. Ok?”
“OK.”
“Do you want me and Sora to come down this weekend? Well more Sora, but I’ll be around when I can.” he wanted to tell Yamato everything, about the voice, about his computer. But Sora was also in that database, if Yamato believed him, he might kill him, it was too risky.
“No, no, it’s fine.”
“If you’re sure.” Yamato’s tone suggested he needed to be convinced.
“I am. Thanks Big brother.” And with that he hung up and returned to his bedsheets.
Koushiro Izumi hated his current workspace. The computers were too slow, his subordinates were idiots, and to top it all off, the jail cell quite medieval. But it was necessary, until he discovered exactly what Hikari’s crest power was he would trust no one else with her. By all patterns she should have developed it by now, and yet she never used it.
He had just gotten off the phone with Yamato. Takeru seem to be getting worse, losing track of basic facts and now unable to go a full week before he need a reset. Yamato was trying to space it out to two, give them much needed time. Releasing something with the energy of an atom bomb every week had consequences, but until the bureaucrats in America got off their asses and gave him access to CC1 he couldn’t do anything about it. Damn Yanks didn’t seem to realize that a hormonal teenager with the power to rewrite reality was ten times the threat of North Korea.
The flaw in his original plan had been impossible to predict. Takeru’s power apparently accommodated his own insertion into alternate histories, allowing him to preserve the original while understanding his role in the new one. The issue was they didn’t want Takeru to remember his role in the original timeline, suppressing his power had been hard enough but his memories as well?
So every time Takeru’s old life started breaking through Koushiro had to remake his clone and push Takeru back. Not a cheap process, and one that was ultimately negatively effecting the boy, he could no longer tell a day from a month or remember nearly anything. Koushiro was very close to simply using the blond’s power to force the Americans to let him use CC1. But CC1 was far too powerful for him to just give himself access like that. The last thing he needed was to go all power crazy.
He was reminded of the second flaw in his plan as a balled-up cotton shirt bounced harmlessly off the side of his head.
Hikari had conspired with Takeru to create the exception that she could not be changed by a crest power without her consent. Which would have been wonderful if they had extended that curtesy to everyone on earth, but as it was that made her resistant to Koushiro’s new reality and a possible threat.
Gaining Hikari’s consent would be easy, once he ironed out the wrinkles and had Takeru accept his new fate then Hikari would eventually give in, trade her memories of the original timeline for the promise of being Takeru’s wife. But so long as the blond resisted so would she, aiming for her depraved ‘happy’ ending.
“Please...” she whined “let me go. Aren’t you supposed to be my friend? How can you keep me here like this? I need to go.”
He threw the shirt back. “Put some clothes on, they’re there for you to wear not to throw.” The rest of her points were moot, he could explain a hundred times why she could not go and meet Takeru while his brain was fragile, it would either restore his memories or completely break him; she would not listen, or perhaps didn’t care.
“Please you have to let me go, I have to see him. Why won’t you help me. You can do it right? Get me out of here?”
Of course he could he was the one who put her there. But why would he? His job first and foremost was to secure the stability of the earth. And anyway she could come free at any time, Koushiro was offering her a better deal than she would admit. All she had to do was give up knowledge of Takeru’s power and he could give them quite the life together.
“Thank you.” she whispered. Koushiro whipped around, the girl was staring at the ceiling, who was she talking to? It wasn’t him. He needed to find out if this had to do with her power. He prepared himself to hit his panic button, this might get messy.
His phone chimed, absentmindedly he checked to see who the text was from, hoping Yamato might have more information. The number was made up of letters, and there was a single attachment that automatically opened itself, to reveal an eight-bit sprite of a head.
Swearing, he tried to turn off his phone. Too late; the head made its way out of his phone floating toward the cell where a now glowing Hikari was standing. The light encompassed the floating head, and a few seconds later a giant green dragon was standing where the head once stood, easily ripping apart the cell and grabbing the girl. the dragon had a yellow underbelly and long shite mustache, it had four legs separate from the two arms ending in sharp claws.
“Sorry Knowledge,” Hikari’s voice rang out. “But further intervention at this state would cause suboptimal effects on my vessel, that will not stand.”
Koushiro swore again. Homeostasis wasn’t always his ally, but to see her intervene like this was ridiculous. All other Digimon were still in the digital world, even if he put out a call he doubted the military would rally against a perfect so long as it wasn’t causing harm and there was a naked girl on its back.
With that Majiramon broke through the ceiling, and escaped out into the sky, caring one possessed Hikari Yagami, desperate to see her beloved. Only one thought crossed the genius’s head.
He really ought to have prepared for this.
Hikari clutched her nude body against the scaly beast. Sure, playing Ophilia had allowed her to make her plea without Koushiro noticing, but being buck naked fifty feet in the air was not an enticing afternoon. Especially without Takeru by her side to keep her safe from repercussions.
“So…” she said aloud, not entirely sure how this shared body agreement worked, most of homeostasis’s interventions had been far more direct and manipulative, “This is a little conspicuous, are you sure they won’t be able to catch us?”
Her mouth immediately formulated the response. “No, they will not.”
“Huh,” she said, waiting for the being to elaborate.
“They will be able to track us, certainly. But conventional weapons have no effect on a Digimon of this level without causing greater collateral damage, the Agency has a dozen metaphorical and two literal fires to put out right now, they will not be able to allocate resources to stop us, and there are only eight Digimon currently on earth, none of which are in a hundred-mile radius nor wish to interlope, excluding Majiramon here. They will be unable to prevent us from obtaining our objective.”
“I see.”
Hikari clung closer to the dragon, making sure to pull herself taut, and keep her head facing forward. She still hadn’t quite worked out what she was going to do when she found Takeru. She needed to see him, to tell him about this fabricated reality.
And, if she got a chance, maybe to hold him.
She felt her own face twist into a grimace and her nails dig in deeper to the Digimon’s back. “Hikari, I will need your help right now. This may not go as smoothly as we wish.”
Hikari wanted to ask what that meant, but she didn’t have proper control of her body. Homeostasis was in the driver’s seat, pulling and focusing their energy.
The next moment Hikari’s vision turned white, the scales in front of her morphed from green to gold, becoming slicker and more resilient as they did. She might have slid off, had the Digimon not shifted its tail up to better support her weight.
She looked up the golden back to find six wings, three on either side, similar in shape and color to Angemon or Angewomon’s, but comprised of jagged and hard scales instead of the fluffy feathers she expected. The last distinctive feature she could identify from this position where two long horns coming out of the back of its head, guarding a long mane of hair.
“Goddramon” her other voice filled in. “A holy dragon Ultimate Digimon that does my bidding. Less comfortable than Majiramon, but I fear the extra power most prudent.”
“But you said -” Hikari started, cut off as her transport spread its arms. She could see the armor of the forearms begin to glow. From the right arm, a blazing red flame emerged taking the shadow of a thin dragon as it shot out. From the left sparkling blue lightning burst sideways likewise manifesting as an elemental dragon before shooting behind her.
The twin dragons moved about erratically, darting from side to side leaving a trail of explosion and – strangely – falling ice in their wake. After a few seconds the dragons had destroyed their targets, and retracted into Goddramon’s gauntlets, as the great Ultimate pulled its arms inward and accelerated.
Hikari didn’t look, her eyes fixated on the direction the missiles came from, seeing a giant yellow beetle and a massive gold and red bird. Hououmon and HerculesKabutarimon, there was a little space in the middle, and while she couldn’t make it out, there was no doubt that Metalgarurumon occupied it, and was the source of the missiles.
“I underestimated them.” Homeostasis said. “In more ways than one. Opening the digital world so forcefully while I cannot mend it is unparalleled foolishness. Not to mention their reckless abandon for human lives.”
“So how do we deal with them?” Hikari asked “It’s three on one.”
“No matter.” her voice replied. “Thankfully Jou locked himself into an exam for the next three hours, otherwise we would be in real danger.” Hikari felt her eyes draw toward a massive television mounted on the side of a skyscraper, her fingers shot out and point at the giant screen.
It flickered and shined, pixels clearly glitching out of place, and then a cat fell out.
“Tailmon” Hikari shouted, taking control of her body again, she palmed the skin on her hip, but found no Digivice, Koushiro had confiscated it and she had not bothered to stop to search for the tool. Hikari reached down to grab her partner. “Go back!” She commanded the dragon, considering throwing herself off the Ultimate to force it to catch the cat too.
Instead her world lit up again, and Tailmon grew substantially. A safe twenty feet off the ground, the newly evolved Angewomon caught herself and began flying up toward her partner.
“A Digivice is superfluous if I you can channel me directly.” Homeostasis explained.
“Hikari.” Angewomon called, having caught up to her partner. “Where am I? What’s going on?” Suddenly the angel stopped, and pointed her finger dangerously at her partner. “You! What are you doing with her? Why is Hikari naked?” the Perfect level Digimon demanded.
“Woah, woah. It’s me.” Hikari defended, taking back her body and holding her arms up defensively. “We are working together right now. She’s on our side.”
In that instant Goddramon did a one-eighty, emitting a golden light from its palms that rushed up to meet the golden wave crashing down from Hououmon. The explosion briefly painted the sky red while Goddramon and Angewomon ducked and weaved to dodge falling debris.
“Please understand.” Homeostasis said, taking control again. “We are in a desperate situation. Your friends wish to kill this vessel. They believe they can bring her back; they are mistaken.”
Angewomon veered suddenly, shooting scaffolding of a building to allow it to catch a giant ball of thunder and redirect the electricity to the ground. Angewomon did not want to trust this being over her comrades, but she always trusted Hikari. And those were not attacks aiming to keep her partner alive.
“So what do we do?” the angel asked.
“The only thing we can.” Hikari said, in control of her voice. “Fight back.”
The next moment Angewomon felt her body swell with power the likes of which she’d never experienced before. Her body was overloaded with the pure force of light taking in a material form.
It was different from a normal Ophanimon form and a far cry from the fallen form; the blue and gold armor was now accented with red flames and crosses at the joints. Her golden wings and lance were completely engulfed by a holy fire that engulfed without causing her any harm. On top of that she could feel homeostasis’s wisdom guiding her.
“Ophanimon, Chrono Mode.” she announced. the angel did have to admit, she thought three on two might be a little unfair: Hikari and Goddramon would well be able to proceed undeterred.
The powerful Ultimate shot up towards the phoenix that had been bombarding them. The great bird pulled its wings in front of its body, hovering in space as it shot waves of fire at the newly evolved Digimon. But The angel’s holy senses were heightened by Homeostasis’s energy. Although the helmet completely obscured her vision, she gracefully danced through the slim holes between the streams of fire, as if she was hoping from stone to stone across a river.
Holding her javelin in front of her she shot towards the bird, causing the ultimate to careen out of the way. Which was fine, rather than chasing the massive bird Ophanimon raised shield, the enraged emblem of the unicorn glowed and then massive crystals formed before her, shooting out towards the phoenix and catching it in the back, expertly avoiding the redhead positioned there as it pushing the holy beast out to sea.
She then turned towards the remaining two, Metalgarurumon now racing up to meet her. It was not a tactical decision, but an emotional one; made by the blond in his attempt to either protect or avenge the girl she’d just shot down. It was a nice gesture, but unnecessary, the angel showed more deference to her friends lives than they did to Hikari’s.
She would be remiss not to take tactical advantage of the emotional outburst. Pointing her spear down as the mechanized wolf shot up. A salvo of missiles extended from the beast’s every pore, homing in on the angel, who detonated them all in a single wave of her enflamed weapon.
As the dust cleared Ophanimon found herself face to face with the metal wolf, it’s jaw dislocated to reveal a massive and fully changed cannon at point blank range. She took a deep breath as the beam shot towards her.
And then, the air acquired a sudden stillness, the birds stopped chirping, and all sounds of confusion below silenced.
The angel hovered to the side, easily dodging the now unmoving beam, Homeostasis telepathically sent her the coordinates of Metalgarurumon’s weakest armor, and she engulfed her javelin in holy light and unleashed a precision blow.
At that moment, time began to flow again, and Metalgarurumon let out a mighty howl as his attack went sideways and he plunged to the ground. Good, no more Metalgarurumon meant no Omegamon. In this form, with her control over time, that was the only weapon the chosen had to face her anyway.
She then dove towards the final opponent at full speed. Koushiro was no doubt fascinated and unnerved by her appearance, and she’d not give him time to formulate a plan. Herculeskabutarimon had the thickest defenses of all the Chosen Ultimates, but even he had his weak points.
Her spear once again engulfed in holy light as she charged to face him full speed. Despite the chosen of knowledge’s protests, the beetle bent its head to meet her in the clash, horns sparkling with electricity. proudly believing it could win a ramming contest.
When the two here a meter apart Ophanimon Chrono mode breathed in deeply again, twirling upward in her time stalled world and expertly flying down to land her spear in the crack between the beetle’s head and abdomen at full speed. She flew back to her original spot, and resumed, flying over the pair as Herculeskabutarimon reverted to Motimon for seemingly no reason.
Takeru had been on the web when news of the attack hit. He’d been checking online archives for all he could on Ken Ichijoji. As he expected, all articles: past and present, from newspapers to Facebook, suggested the former boy genius was now and always before a, well, boy.
It shouldn’t be that surprising, and yet he had photo evidence to the contrary. Exactly who was this person, that they had managed such a believable falsification. Or perhaps the winner of a lookalike contest? But Ken’s childhood fame had long since floundered, who would set up a contest over a deadbeat child genius? And that didn’t begin to explain Daisuke.
It was on Facebook he learned about the green dragon flying through Tokyo, almost certainly digital in origin. Especially considering the mechanized wolf, giant beetle, and phoenix that followed.
So he was right, something was going on. But if Gabumon, Piyomon and Tentomon were in the human world, then where was Patamon? Shouldn’t his own angel of hope be there to help guide him through? Or was there some reason he in particular was excluded.
As Takeru thought back to his conversation with his older brother he tried to remember if anything strange had come up. Yamato had seemed to try and placate him more than normal, and hadn’t mentioned anything about Gabumon.
But then, this wasn’t a good reason to trust the voice either, if it didn’t sound like Hikari’s then there was no way he would believe it over his own brother.
Teetering on the brink of insanity, Takeru studied the videos hoping for some clue as the green dragon morphed into a gold one. He watched a cat drop, and a few instants later an angel join the dragon as it flew.
Hikari!
She had to be there, he could feel it with every fiber of his being. Why was she running from Yamato? Who was that dragon? Takeru shot to his feet and grabbed his Digivice. Patamon’s absence still bothered him, but for now he’d go to wherever Hikari was. Then maybe he’d get some answers on her, the voice, and everything.
There was a knocking at the door, Takeru checked the peephole to find two suits, both wearing sunglasses, most likely from the agency. They had reunited him and Patamon years ago, perhaps they could do the same now?
As he reached for the doorknob his phone buzzed, three short pulses, followed by three long, and then three short. Before it repeated.
S.O.S
Save Our Souls, an old distress signal.
Except this one wasn’t distress, but a warning to Takeru not to open the door. Whoever the voice was, with all their technical skill, they did not want him to make contact with the agency. So who did he trust more?
If the agency was on his side, and he ignored it, it would take him a few more minutes to meet up with Hikari. If they were against him, he would be detained with no recourse, and miss his chance. He wouldn’t take that risk.
Takeru rapidly ran back to the fire escape, hoping the agents would mistake his home for being empty. Outside he noticed two more agents at the entry to the alley, shining unfavorably on their friendliness if they were watching his exits. No matter, he had another plan.
The blond deftly dropped two stories and walked a little bit, knocking on a familiar window. To his glee someone was home, and Chizuru, Miyako’s redheaded older sister, opened the window and let him in. This was a path Takeru had used a few times in High school to hang out with Hikari and Miyako without their parents knowing. Because how scandalous was it really, that he watched romantic comedies alone with a pair of girls? Not like anything ever came of it. At least nothing he remembered.
The girl looked at him shocked, but opened the window nonetheless. “You know Miyako doesn’t live here anymore, right?”
“Yes.” answered Takeru, “But I was feeling nostalgic.” He wondered if his other half ever slept with Chizuru, sure he didn’t have any pictures of the girl, but if his life was half as philandering as it projected and she living so close to him then it would be natural for such seeds to be planted.
She was quite attractive.
He shook his head, those were not the thoughts he needed to have while Hikari was in danger and unknown suits were banging on his door.
“This has to do with that dragon right?” Chizuru asked. “And you have to sneak out.”
“Right.” Said Takeru “So if you don’t mind I’ll be on my way.” he said, boldly strolling out the door, still trying to get his imagination’s version of Chizuru’s naked body out of his head. Whether he slept with her or not was unimportant right now.
The blond opted for the elevator over the stairs, a suspicious person would take the stairs. With an ounce of luck, he found the ride filled with three other people, departing in a group would cover his escape. All of this appeared overly cautious, there were no agents watching the stairs or the elevators. And while a couple were watching the front exit, Takeru waited for them to radio in before sneaking out in a group.
His escape went unnoticed, and when he was a block away he figured he was in the clear. It would likely take a few more minutes for the agents to realize he’d snuck out, and by then he could have gone any direction. Just stay off the main streets and move toward the commotion, although admittedly that was quite far off.
He really missed having Patamon around.
Instinctively the boy pulled out his Digivice, the range fluctuated in the human world, but it might be enough. The device showed another blinking dot, and close.
He hesitantly walked towards the dot, wondering who it could be. Takeru wasn’t sure he trusted his friends right now, but he trusted them a hell of a lot more than these agents. Confident in his escape, Takeru approached the other chosen, hoping he could maybe catch a glimpse of them before they did he, just in case. He didn’t think he could bear the thought of being with one of the girls right now. A van stopped five feet away, and the driver rolled down the tinted window with a shout.
“Takaishi!” she called as the boy froze. What was she doing here? Well at least that meant these agents were friendly.
His phone buzzed again, three short, three long, three short. Maybe not so friendly.
“Sorry Mrs. Himekawa,” Takeru called as he turned on his heel. “I have to go.” he set off in a headlong sprint. To his chagrin the agent began pursuing him; why couldn’t she just let him be? If Maki cared she’d stop messing with him and let him get to Hikari.
He dived through one back alley then another and then, quick, lifted a metal grate and slid underneath. The grate led to an empty house, and then a strip bar. It was well enough known by locals as a backdoor entrance, but Maki likely would not know. A few local high schoolers used it to sneak into the titty bar, Takeru had personally used it to ‘rescue’ Taichi and Yamato once when they were in senior year.
At this time of day the bar was likely empty and, if he was lucky, unlocked. It was just getting through the house, which required moving a stiff and heavy door, which he couldn’t do without drawing attention to his hiding place.
He just needed her to check the dumpster. That’s where everyone hid in the movies, right?
His heart pounded as Maki advanced, moving rapidly but cautiously so as to not let him merely run away, but also not to overlook a possibly hiding spot. The sequence of events had to only last a fraction of the time Takeru felt.
If they’d been here that long the moon would be out.
To Takeru’s joy she ran past his hiding place, not sparing it a second glance.   Could she actually just run by him? There was a T at the end of this alley, and the agent paused when she reached it, fishing something out of her pocket with her free hand.
Next she started moving it around, like a compass. The agent turned, walking back down the alley and swinging her arm back and forth, dousing for the blond’s location. Takeru doubted he could take Maki in a fight, his only hope was that she wouldn’t find his hiding spot.
At least until he glanced the device in her hand, it was clunky, a piece of outdated technology that looked like it was fifteen years old. A primordial Digivice. Maki knew exactly where Takeru was, there was little point hiding, running was the only sensible action.
He through his weight at the door, begging it to open he heard the scrapping as the door began to shift open. The agent snapped in to action at the sound and Takeru tried once again to open the door, feeling another half inch shift at his actions.
‘Come on, come on,’ he thought. Could something go right for once in this miserable day? But his third attempt at ramming the door yielded no progress, nor did the fourth.
“Takaishi!” Maki yelled, Takeru glanced back at him the agent had removed the cover, staring down at the blond out of range from any sudden strikes. Her gun was pointed away, but he was highly aware of its presence.
“Takaishi,” Maki repeated. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you have to come with us. The fate of the world might be at stake.”
The world? Those Digimon were a threat to Japan, but with America and Russia’s nuclear arsenals they may not make it past the land of the rising sun. What was going on and why was no one telling him.
The blond shut his eyes, could he trust them? Whomever was hacking is phone wasn’t responding right now, and he really had no reason to trust them. Maki had flipped in the past, he was unsure if he should believe her.
Then again, it wasn’t like he had any other options.
“Hikari,” he said, eyes still clenched. “I have to get to Hikari.”
“Of course.” Maki soothed, “We want that as well, just -” A pause punctuated by as gasp as Maki’s body shook.
“Hope.” Maki said. Or at least that’s who he thought it was her voice was lighter and airier than expected. The blond opened his eyes to find the woman offering her hand, a glazed look in her eyes. “I am the one who wishes for stability, I have come to aid you.”
The one who wishes for stability? “You mean that voice that possesses Hikari every three years?”
“You may think of me as such,” the being controlling Maki’s body said. “This body is suboptimal, but sufficient. It is unfortunate that my avatar was detained, otherwise contacting you would be much simpler.”
“What happened to Hikari?” Takeru demanded.
Homeostasis turned around and motioned with its head. “Come, I will tell you on the way, we must hurry before time runs out. I have some power, but your kind’s interpretation of me as a god is quite overblown, even I know the meaning of haste.”
The blond followed the ethereal being back to the agency’s van, he had ridden in the back a few times, but the cab was higher scale than he was expecting. He swallowed as she ushered him into the passenger seat, “Do you know how to drive?” he asked. He saw no reason why such a higher being would bother with vehicles, given its lack of a physical body.
“I have a grander comprehension of both causation and Newtonian physics than even the most capable human driver.” she replied, shoving him inside. Takeru just accepted the answer, he’d seen weirder in the past 24 hours.
Tires squealed as the vehicle pulled out and reversed direction, heading toward the commotion at speeds far exceeding all reasonable limitations.
“You should slow down.”
“This pace is optimal. Do not worry, in this body I outrank the local law enforcement officers, and the agents are getting dozens of conflicting reports. No one will pursue us.”
That would be good news, but at this point Takeru was more concerned with surviving the trip. Unlike his chauffer he couldn’t body hop in the case of a metal twisting crash.
“The pictures.” he finally said, looking away from the road for his own sanity. “My phone, was that all you?”
“Correct. Given the human body’s limited range of senses, I can only communicate through a compatible host or through the digital information network. Mankind still believes its systems guarded, but most are quite trivial to bypass. A simple quantum manipulation is all that is required.”
“Right…” Takeru said, nothing quantum was simple to him. “but, those pictures were of me, right? Why can’t I remember them?”
Homeostasis spared him a quick glance. “That requires significant explanation given our timeframe, and I must admit some of the blame is mine. I will do what I can to explain before I am interrupted.”
“As human interactions with the digital realm grew, a new plane of existence came into being. You refer to that plain as the ‘Digital world’. The consequences of this new plane began to inflict itself on the human realm in a way that you humans cannot consciously observe. I am fond of humans, their interactions are quite amusing, and I was unwilling to part with them at this time, so I took action.” The being looked back at the road, taking a sharp turn and sending them careening. Takeru was more thankful for his seatbelt than he’d been for anything in his life.
“My avatar was not yet old enough to do what was required of her, so I found one of lower affinity in the region. I identified four others of sufficient caliber and began working on the first ‘chosen’ as you call them. Those adventures are not mine to tell, but the aftermath is still not fulling comprehended by you.”
A slight frown graced Maki’s features. “You remember how this vessel reacted to Bakumon’s death scant years ago. Truth is, of the five original chosen, her mental health was still the second most stable, thanks to my intervention.
“Humans by nature manipulate their environment into a favorable situation. What drives them to do so is beyond Darwinian evolution: love, hate, hope, fear, to name a few. These emotional states are catalysts for rapid evolution of your plane. I emphasized this power when bringing humans into the digital plane, and created a link for the metaphysical power to channel itself to spur the evolution of others. Low level Digimon were chosen as partners so the imprints of the humans had minimal resistance.”
“Wait.” Takeru interrupted. He understood all the words she said, but the combination was overwhelming. “You’re just saying that our feelings make our partners evolve.”
“Feelings are quite limiting when considering emotional state, but you may summarize it that way. The important part is that I tapped into the chosen’s very beings to perform what the Digital world considered impossible. However, the digital plane and this one influence each other in many ways, in doing so I unleashed the potential for the children to manipulate their environment. When the Digimon could sustain their highest form without aid, the power had no outlet to release itself and built up until it exploded. The results were quite distressing. I am still uncertain how the West weathered the storm so well.”
Tears formed in her eyes, Takeru couldn’t help but wonder if they belonged to the ethereal being or the woman inside. “Due to that miscalculation the digital plane required aid sooner than anticipated, this time I vowed to correct my mistake. Instead of using merely Digivices to focus the metaphysical power of the humans, I added crests. By focusing on only one of your many emotional catalysts, the one you had the most affinity for, your partners could evolve as required and your sanity would be left intact.
“The path from childhood to adulthood was enough of an outlet for most of your life, in recent years a more drastic outlet was required, so I made one. Rather than allowing your manipulation of the environment to occur at sporadic times with unpredictable results, I had each trait manifest in such a way as to be beneficial to its host.”
Takeru stopped her again “Are you insinuating that I had a power like that? From hope? And used it to sleep with my friends?” it seemed crazy.
“Have.” Homeostasis said. “It is merely being muted. Removing it is more dangerous, although even Knowledge doesn’t fully comprehend that. I’ll admit I did not anticipate the frequency you chosen would use these powers for copulation without fertilization, but then I’ve never understood human mating rituals.”
The being guessed his reaction without looking. “Do not feel too bad, all of the chosen used their power for recreational mating practice, after all reproduction is still the baseline requirement for evolution in this plane.”
Somehow that didn’t make him feel better. Takeru had to face facts, he had manipulated all his friends into sex with him. Hell, he fucked his brother’s fiancé. How much more of a lowlife could he be. Suddenly the logical outcome of homeostasis’s reckless drive felt far more enticing than facing his friends.
“But why are you here, helping me? What’s going on with Hikari?” he asked, it didn’t add up.
“Those two are one and the same. Your friends deemed your manipulation of this plane to be a grave concern. Knowledge, mistaking his role for mine, manipulated this universe to mute your powers, as a mercy he wiped your memory.” So not only was he a dirtbag fuckboy, but apparently an existential threat to the chosen. Could he seriously be such a terrible person?
“However, in your paranoia you made it impossible for such significant changes to be made to my avatar. She objected to Knowledge’s decision and was imprisoned because of it. Your improper treatment was causing harm to her metaphysical state, and so I deigned to help her. You mean little to me, but she decided you two needed to meet and I was loath to lose her. As fond as I am of humans, I have not had a bond this compatible for two millennia.”
The being took note of the look upon his face. “You need not be so glum, Hope. Knowledge overreacted, a very human trait. I find it most unwelcome at times.”
She stopped the car with a sudden jolt. “Unfortunate.” Homeostasis began to undo the buttons on Maki’s suit.
“What are you doing?” Takeru asked turning away.
“Knowledge has now thrice condescended to interfere with the balance of the realms. I will not allow it further. For all his experience and blasphemous attitude, Knowledge still performs most irrationally in the presence of a naked female. He has some foreign friends ahead that are disobeying their orders. I will provide a distraction; you need to find my avatar.”
Takeru still made sure his eyes remained fixed out the window. “I know I should be grateful, but it still feels wrong to desecrate Ms. Himekawa’s body like that.”
“You needn’t be so irrational. This you have already done far more with this vessel than just observe her disrobed. But if you truly wish to preserve the trivial concept of modesty then you should press forward. So long as everyone survives, you and Hikari can manipulate your desired world. What that means to you is largely irrelevant to me.”
“Wait.” Takeru said with a blush as the now naked female opened the van door. “How do I find Hikari?”
“Look for her. Knowledge’s interference, while persistent, is currently inconsequential to the designs of fate. All is far from lost. However I will not be able to guide you. I fear most of my energy will be spent suppressing this vessel’s free will.”
With that she left pulling Maki’s phone with her, and summoning a pig-like being whose hindquarters dissipated into billowing shite smoke.
“Apologies Bakumon,” the ethereal being said, left hand grabbing her right wrist to stop the shaking. “In my previous attempt I was unable to assert direct control. This time there will be no complications.”
With that the Digimon became immersed in a blinding glow, in its place stood a massive golden dragon on all fours. On this dragon’s back were not wings, but six massive spikes that jutted out then curved back like bull horns. The spikes guarded twelve red orbs, each radiating the same amount of power as your average Ultimate level Digimon. The final notable feature of the beast was its golden head, balanced on a long scaly neck. His head possessed eight eyes, three on either side and two sticking out the top looking up.
“Huanglongmon.” Homeostasis said, suppressing a shudder from her host. “This vessel was not ready for you before, and I’m afraid this world may not be now, but I will do what I can to minimize losses.”
Hikari held the great dragon tightly as they twisted between skyscrapers. After dispatching Herculeskabutarimon her procession had faced little resistance flying towards Takeru’s apartment. Homeostasis had recommended a few detours to avoid the houses of other Chosen, lest they attempt to interfere.
She hoped they were unnecessary, surely not all her friends hated her so much as to risk a high stakes battle over Japan. Attempts to question the voice inside her head about just how likely they were to face resistance were stonewalled when Homeostasis disappeared, claiming more pressing matters.
Hikari had taken that as a sign they would have no more trouble. Hikari was wrong.
Only a few minutes later Ophanimon Chrono mode forced Goddramon down into an alleyway as a great streak shot past. Hikari felt her heart break; it appeared at least two more of her friends had determined had decided she was too dangerous to let go, even to the point of risking her life and collateral damages.
Imperialdramon, the massive hunkering Ultimate level dragon was now hunting them from the skies, forcing even two Ultimates to hide like rats in a maze. A stark difference to the display of force Ophanimon had given earlier.
It wasn’t that they were out muscled. In a fair fight Hikari was confident her partner could soundly dispose of Imperialdramon’s dragon form, the beast wasn’t made for a close-quarter’s fight. But in terms of flat speed and acceleration the dragon form beat them by a mile. If Ophanimon left her side to engage the beast, then it might shoot straight past her, and even with Ophanimon’s new abilities she couldn’t guarantee holding the rival back.
If Homeostasis were still here perhaps she could lead Goddramon enough and allow the angel to rendezvous, but without the deity’s guidance neither Digimon would risk the safety of the child of light. Instead they were forced into tight corners, being corralled by their so-called friends.
They had but one small mercy, Daisuke and Ken were warier of collateral damage than the older chosen. One Positron Cannon could level a neighborhood and eliminate their cover, but the dragon refused to fire, unwilling to end dozens of lives simply to remove a nuisance.
Whatever method they thought they had to restore Hikari’s life, they were less confident it would work on nameless civilians.
Still the group were potently aware they were being forced away from their ultimate goal, and Hikari could tell by the tenseness of her partner’s muscles that the angel was tapping into its prophetic powers, trying to find a way it could confront the beast.
In the meantime, Ophanimon shot out from their hiding spot, shooting another wave of crystals at their foe. The dragon ducked its head, allowing the rocks to bounce harmlessly off the back of its shield, as all other long range assault had. The process bought them only a handful of seconds, easily eclipsed by the great dragon’s speed.
Hikari wondered if they’d do better moving away from Odaiba, Daisuke knew these streets well from his ramen cart, any path to Takeru they knew he could easily anticipate. But maybe they could use that to set an ambush? It might work, there were a few bottlenecks. If they could just get the dragon close enough they could win.
Hikari couldn’t even complete the thought before world got turned upside down.   A vine like rope wrapped itself around her waist, ripping her off of the dragon land leaving her dangling three feet over the edge of a nearby skyscraper. Hikari could hear a pair of voices yelling at her, but in her panicked state she could not listen to what they said.
And then it changed again, just as suddenly. There was a snap, and a torrent of fire, then Hikari felt the vine loosen as she fell down to the hard cement of the roof.
Hikari looked up, beside her a length of thorns she now identified as Rosemon’s whip was dissipating into the air. Glancing past the vines led to Mimi, clutching a small green ball tightly while yelling at Ophanimon.
“I wasn’t going to hurt her. How could you? Why?”
Ophanimon Chrono mode hovered over the hysterical girl, panting heavily, moving such a distance in so little time had worn on her, but her stance was still combative even as her spear shook from exhaustion. Goddramon moved supportively towards her, now once again in control of its own actions.
The golden dragon stopped as a shadow enveloped it. Goddramon’s bracers opened, and the red and blue twin dragons shot upward, aiming at the unshielded underbelly of Imperialdramon. The beast was a few seconds too late, the great dragon shot away near instantly, leaving behind a single seal lion.
The small critter rapidly grew many times its own size, forming into a massive white furred Viking berserker.
Vikemon summoned a blizzard as it fell, clashing with the pillars of fire Ophanimon summoned in defense. The two elements danced in the sky, fire overtaking ice, but the blizzard persisting enough for the great beast to land on the road, it’s great weight sending slabs of concrete flying like shattering glass.
The shockwave launched Hikari off her feet, but Ophanimon had no time to come to her aid. The angel flew upward, gracefully dodging two massive morning stars before pointing its spear towards the hunkering Viking and unleashing another stream of fire at the beast.
The flames bounced harmlessly off Vikemon’s shoulder shield, reinforced with ice to dispel any glancing blows as he recalled his great morning stars. The Mjolnir held great crushing power, and so too did Vikemon’s fists. Even with Ophanimon’s advantage in agility the angel refused to engage in close combat, which was telling. Instead the pair continued to exchange harmless waives of fire and ice.
Now that Hikari thought of it, Jou’s crest power was pretty much the reason she was in this mess. If the blue haired boy could, as Koushiro put it, ‘always come through’ then could they win this? Ophanimon had to be able to, right? After homeostasis itself had leant her some power.
Duck!
Hikari did, obeying the voice inside her head. A second later a massive claw shot by where her head was scarce seconds earlier. Imperialdramon was forgotten but not dealt with, and Hikari’s shock of a near death experience overcame what little joy she felt knowing Homeostasis was still guiding her.
As the dragon circled around for another pass, jets of red and blue shot out and bound its hind legs. A golden blur emerged from between the buildings and began to grapple with the larger dragon. So long as Goddramon wrestled the beast Hikari could at least not fear for her life, but neither dragon specialized in close combat, Goddramon may not have bought them much time, and was gambling his life to do so.
Enraged by the assault on her partner, Ophanimon began to once again summon her crystals, this time drawing in some of the loose cement, and launched them toward Vikemon. Even if this were a direct hit Hikari doubted the beast would fall, she’d seen Vikemon take tougher blows. He agreed, not even moving to block or deflect the crystals.
Then, suddenly, the great Viking lunged. With unexpected agility he jumped from crystal to crystal before leading directly towards a minimally prepared Ophanimon.
The angel flew sideways only to be met by the mighty morning stars, the second in the shadow of the first, aiming above in case she ascended. The angel instead ducked back down towards the ground, easily evading as the Mjolnir crashed into the buildings.
Vikemon pulled the chains connecting weapon to hilt, recalling Mjolnir and launching himself forward in a single move, Ophanimon rose her spear to meet the massive lump of flesh heading her way as Vikemon let out a massive roar.
Ophanimon froze, paralyzed as Vikemon rammed into her, sending her body careening towards the pavement. Hikari looked on helplessly as Vikemon landed nearby, aiming its massive morning stars at the helpless angel and releasing. Time seemed to slow as the massive ball of metal shot towards her partner, ready to send her back to an egg.
But the attack never found its target, slamming instead into the ground where the angel was previously sprawled.
Vikemon howled in pain and confusion, unable to understand how the holy Digimon went from the wrong end of the Mjolnir to stabbing the sacred lance into its back. He didn’t have much time to contemplate, as he quickly shrunk back to a child form.
Hikari watched her partner fly back up towards her. The movements were graceful as ever, but also slow, sluggish compared to before. Hikari didn’t want to force her partner to fight any more. She never wanted her partner to have to fight, especially not her friends, but she knew as she looked at the grappling dragons that if they could neutralize Imperialdramon then they were in the clear. Takeru’s apartment wasn’t that far away, and Wargreymon would almost certainly not appear, Taichi was still too easy to manipulate, Hikari could handle him.
“Ophanimon,” she said, throat tight. “Please, we have to-” she motioned towards the dragons wrestling in the sky, but in that moment a blue beam shot out, striking Goddramon in the back, killing the exhausted dragon instantly.
She followed the beam to its source in disbelief. There was no way; Taichi was supposed to be off the front line and Metalgarurumon had already been defeated. And yet, inconceivable as it was, there stood Omegamon, in all its jogress glory.
Imperialdramon took advantage of their shock to transform into the far more battle oriented Fighter mode, as it and Omegamon began to bear down on her.
“Hikari!” Daisuke yelled “Please give up, we don’t want to hurt you!”
She shook, covering her nudity for the first time. “Then let me go, please. I just want to talk to Takeru.”
“You know we can’t do that.” the gogglehead reasoned, “The fate of the world is at risk.”
“Why? because Koushiro said so!? Do you really think Takeru and I would do that?”
“Takeru turned his friends into slaves Hikari! And you can’t even see that?” he let out a sigh, “Just please.”
Hikari glared at him. Takeru wouldn’t have had any slaves if Daisuke hadn’t given her the idea first. He had no right to chastise her.
“Hikari.” Ophanimon spoke in a booming voice “I can’t fight both of them, not like this.”
She knew that. Even in this powerful Chrono mode, Ophanimon was still fighting two of the most powerful Digimon in existence. All the battles before wore her out, and right now Hikari was unsure if the angel could handle a single Ultimate, let alone two powerful ones.
Maybe she ought to just go quietly, she couldn’t feel the presence of Homeostasis, and all her escape routes were gone, and Homeostasis was certain her death would be the end of it. But Koushiro was confident he could make his changes to Takeru permanent soon. And if he was right then she would never get this chance again, she’d not be able to return to her old life. She couldn’t give this chance up.
“So?” Yamato yelled down as the omega cannon focused on her. “What will it be? Easy way or hard way”
“Hikari,” her partner spoke again in a gentle tone “Don’t lose hope. You will find Takeru, keep looking.” Hikari nodded, closing her eyes.
When she opened them again, it was all gone. The rooftop, the building, the two overwhelming Ultimates, Ophanimon; it was all gone. She was three blocks away, she recognized, just outside a clothes store that had a broken window, glancing down at her body she found a lose shirt and ugly skirt, haphazardly pulled over her body, no doubt from the nearby store.
At her feat was a tote bag and an oversized pink egg ordained with hearts. The egg contained her partner, so exhausted that this was the only form it held, the bag a convenient way to carry it. Hikari scooped it up quickly. “Thanks, Tailmon” she said, heading out into the unknown.
The rumble in the air caused her stomach to lurch, and she turned back to see Omegamon heading her way, her ‘loving’ brother’s hair visible on one shoulder. She needed a place to hide. Eyes shot around the street. An abandoned car? No that was stupid, they were flying above, they’d see her that way.
She flattened herself up against the canopy of the nearby shop, hoping the powerful Digimon would pass her by. There was no reason for them to identify her so quickly, Tailmon was an egg, her Digivice was wherever Koushiro had stashed it, and her attire had changed entirely in the blink of an eye.
But such reassurances did her little good. In this twisted world who knew what her friends could be capable of? If Taichi risked it, then his power could locate her near instantly, Ken’s might be able to as well. The act of teleporting a few blocks and changing was less of a disappearing act then she would like.
She watched with baited breath as Omegamon’s shadow passed in front of her, lingering for a second, then darting further down the road. She exhaled audibly, watching the Digimon soar down the street. Eyes following its wide shoulders, hoping it would not turn back.
When Omegamon was far enough away it looked like a toy amongst a model city, it pivoted to the left, raising an Omni cannon only to have the arm head-butted upward and the beam shoot harmlessly into the air. The aggressor was a giant quadruped dragon, It’s body covered in golden scales like Goddramon but this dragon was less regal, more primal.
Huanglongmon tackled Omegamon, pushing it backward, down a wide street. Hikari could still the tops of the two, Digimon peak out behind the skyscrapers, and watched as Imperialdramon flew in to aid Omegamon. Two on one would hardly be fair, but the dragon did not seem the least intimidated.
It seemed that Homeostasis still had some tricks up her sleeve. Although Hikari was thankful for the distraction, it didn’t get her any closer to Takeru. She could recognize these streets but they were far away from his home, a home she now realized may not even be safe. How exactly was she to find her beloved?
She had to think, Ophanimon was certain she could find him. There had to be some clue. When she first broke out there was no plan, she just followed Homeostasis’s directions. It even took her a while to realize they were flying back to Odaiba. But then Homeostasis had left, to fetch a dragon apparently, and she’d been without her guiding light.
To make matters worse, if Takeru was just going about his life obliviously, then it might be really easy for an agent or someone to take him in and then he could be anywhere, she had no leads.
Except, Homeostasis knew all that. And was certain it could work. There had already been two Digimon Homeostasis summoned with just Hikari’s help, did she need to disappear for so long for a third? Perhaps she was dealing with something else, maybe she was helping Takeru?
In that case her beloved was near the fight. She had to help him. Hikari began to run towards the battle in a breakneck pace, quickly reaching the intersection where Omegamon had been ambushed moments before. Unfortunately, she could not find the Digimon, the skyscrapers did an adequate job hiding their exact location even through the sounds of the battle. All Digimon were attempting to minimize collateral damage, there was only a little rubble to follow.
Attempting to keep up with Ultimate Digimon was not reasonable. Nor was staying in their general vicinity while they fought, she admitted as a shockwave rolled through the ground. She needed a better plan. It was just so frustrating, somewhere on the other end of this rubble Takeru was waiting for her, and yet he was so far away.
“Look out.” she heard, being pushed to the ground. A few seconds later scaffolding fell a few feet away from where she had been standing. She would have been fine in place, but the gesture would have been appreciated. she shifted around to face her so called savior, seeing the face she most desired in this world.
“Takeru?”
The blond looked down at the girl beneath him. “Hikari?” he asked.
Takeru had been following the destruction by Huanglongmon, not entirely sure what else to do. He knew Hikari was being hunted somewhere, but he couldn’t find those damaged buildings, and the only one who was telling him anything was riding the golden dragon’s back.
“You,” he said, not sure where to start. “You’re wearing clothes.”
“Pervert.” she chided, he felt his cheeks turn red. Out of embarrassment he made to stand up, but his best friend’s hands were on his back, holding him down as she raised her lips to his.
It was a chaste kiss, no tongue, and not particularly romantic, and yet Takeru couldn’t help but think about how natural those lips felt pressed against his own. Eventually Hikari let him go, quite satisfied with his enamored look.
“So,” he said stupidly. “I guess the videos were right.”
“Videos?”
“A hacker, Homeostasis I guess, showed me a bunch of,” how did one put this delicately. “well, racy picks and home videos.”
“Oh.” Said Hikari. “Here I thought I’d kiss you and all your memories would come back.”
She sounded dejected, and he almost wanted to fake it to make her feel better. Except she would see through it, even if there weren’t a million other issues wrong with that plan.
“So,” she asked after a delay, letting Takeru stand and rising with him. “how much do you know?”
“Not much.” he admitted. “My head’s still a little fuzzy, I can’t remember anything solidly since graduation. According to the pictures I was a bit of a manwhore?”
She smiled sweetly, his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, it was pretty awesome.”
“So it’s true then? Even Sora?”
“Yep, you are quite the stud.”
“No!” Takeru denied. “I mean she’s Yamato’s…” Fiancé? Girlfriend? He wasn’t quite sure, but they were together.
“Well yeah, but, he didn’t mind. He was off nailing Taichi, so it’s natural Sora gets some side action too.” Hikari reasoned.
There were certainly no pictures of those two doing anything. Given, he’d had some fantasies before about sneaking around Taichi’s back, but to go that far? “Did I seriously make our brothers -?”
“The world isn’t centered around you Takeru. You weren’t the only one using your powers to get laid.” Her face turned dark “You were just the only one they wanted to stop.”
That was knew information, he’d only learned that he had powers a while ago, but Homeostasis mentioned the group. Still, that meant his friends considered him enough of a threat to neutralize. “Why?”
“Because they’re hypocrites. Don’t want anyone having more fun than they are.”
Takeru swallowed. All his life, trusting Hikari came naturally to him; She’d been with him for over a decade, through the bad and the good. But right now, the world was entirely crazy to him. He could not imagine himself fucking all his friends at once even in his hottest of wet dreams. Homeostasis had been antagonistic to the chosen before, could he really place all his faith in Hikari?
“But, if It’s all so harmless, then why? Why can’t I trust anyone? Why are they all against me?”
“They aren’t.” Hikari embraced him as she spoke. “Not really, most of them took your side. But Koushiro, he changed everyone, like he did you. So they think them against you, but really they aren’t.”
So he couldn’t trust anyone because of Koushiro, who he hadn’t seen in how long? “And you?”
“I can’t be changed without wanting it, but I want to help you more.” she turned her head towards him “I’ve been waiting so long for this.”
“So then, I didn’t change you, at all?”
“Well, a little, at the beginning. It was good though, you made me into who I wanted to be. You made it so much easier to juggle college, and helped me act on my bashfulness.”
So he had changed her, significantly too. He knew her well enough to tell when she was hiding something he didn’t want to hear.
“And the others? I, I,” he still didn’t quite believe it. “I turned Ken and Daisuke into girls?”
“Well yes, but you had a good reason!” he let the answer hang.
“Which was?”
“I … don’t know.” she admitted. “It all happened so fast. I never got to talk to you after it happened.” her confidence returned, “But I know it was a good reason. You went out of your way to help Daisuke before, and reverse all the damage he did. You wouldn’t have just gone back on all that.”
“Before?”
“Let’s just say that building a harem wasn’t your idea first? But Daisuke was forcing them, and you hated that. It’s not like you would have raped anyone. Even if that was what they wanted. You’d never push someone too hard.”
She broke away from him to look down. “I know this because, sometimes, I - I wanted you to push harder?” she let out a quiet laugh. “I mean, I don’t want to go into too much detail because I’m not wearing anything underneath this skirt and we don’t have time, but the thought of you with another woman gets me undeniably, insatiably horny.”
Takeru felt a stirring in his loins at that. He’d always been very flirtatious, and while he’d drop it in a second for Hikari the idea that he didn’t need to choose was arousing. He recalled one of the videos more common themes.
“Hikari, show me.” he said, vice breaking slightly, “You said you weren’t wearing anything under that. Show me”
Her eyes went wide, but her body obeyed instinctively. Her hands grasped at the hem of her skirt, raising it slightly inch by inch before revealing her delicious pussy. Takeru couldn’t help himself, he reached out and cupped her muff, feeling the heat and wetness leaking from its enticing lips.
“Ta~akeru.” Hikari stuttered with a lewd face, “We don’t have time right now, please.”
Her plea broke through, and he pulled back, turning away from her. If that wasn’t proof he couldn’t trust himself with his hormones he didn’t know what was. She pressed up against his back, trying to reassure him.
“What if we just run away, just the two of us?” he ventured “No Chosen no powers. Two against the world.”
Her breath hitched, and he lost himself in her silence. Somehow she still smelled so amazing, even without shampoo.
“You want to go back, right?” he asked when she did not answer. “To before Koushiro intervened, to when I was king of the world, sleeping with everything that moved.”
“Yeah,” she breathed, admitting more than she ought to. “But I want you more. If you want that, to make so we can’t be found. Then I’ll take it, so long as it’s your decision.”
She was still hesitant. It wasn’t perfect, but a compromise maybe? He was scared of her solution and she was disappointed in his.
“But first.” she said “we have to deal with Koushiro, he won’t let us stay together.”
“Deal with?” Takeru did not like her choice in words.
“Nothing worse than he did to you.” she insisted. “Better even, we just need to make him not so hell bent on destroying your power.”
He still wasn’t sure he wanted to do that until he heard his friends side of the story. “What about what happened to you, so he can’t change me, but we aren’t changing him either.”
“I’m not sure.” she said, face dark, “But it might wo-” she let out a gasp, body standing rigid and pulling away from him. an ethereal echo carried in her voice when she next spoke. “Time is up, Maki is free, Huanglongmon has been released. They are coming.”
“Wait, What? What should we do?” he turned around to face her.
Homeostasis raised her right hand to the center of his forehead. “I have unblocked your power and made the necessary adjustments in Hikari hopes, the rest, is on you.”
I hope all this goes away and Takeru and I can live together in peace
I hope Koushiro and Taichi and all of our friends become Takeru’s live in harem slaves and we live like kings forever
This was insane, like more so then normal. There were yellow bubbles floating over Hikari’s head, clearly spelling out options. And if he wanted to, he could make them happen?
So what then? Take the harem, it was tempting, and what Hikari clearly wanted. But it was also what got him hear in the first place. If his friends were revolting, was it worth it to be that selfish. That said, Hikari and Homeostasis had given him reason to believe they were hypocritical, but they both had an endgame in mind. Could he trust it?
Then there was the safe option, make all the problems disappear, and live together with Hikari. It was everything he’d ever wanted before, a stable relationship with the girl of his dreams a daunting and yet inviting peace. It held less glamour then it’s pair, and somehow still felt like cheating. He didn’t remember building his relationship with Hikari, if he was going to skip to the ending, why not pick the much happier one?
Crack
Takeru looked up, hovering above them was now a giant white and gold dragon knight. Imperialdramon’s paladin mode, the most powerful Digimon in the Chosen’s arsenal, only appearing twice before. The massive Digimon pointed its left arm at Takeru and Hikari, charging the Positron Cannon as Daisuke goaded it on and Ken protested.
This was sick, in a few second’s they be nothing but dust, his friends weren’t giving him any time to trust them.
He glanced into the desperate eyes of his beloved and then slightly above her head. He only had a few seconds to trust he was making the right decision.
A canon fired, a woman screamed, and then the entire universe went white.
Epilogue in 3 parts to come shortly.
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- 18
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