A Thief in the Night | By : Heikitsune25 Category: Digimon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A thief in the night:
Morning after
Junko walked to the throne room in her morning dress. A short skirted black and red dress trimmed with gold. She walked through the busy halls of her home during the morning. The suns rays light beamed off the four-towered castle. It's outer gray walls glowed with the green vines that stretched out form the forest around it. Busy maids and butlers rushed to start the day while the solders and guardsmen tired their best to stay at attention until they were relieved of their shift.
On her way to the throne room where Volken is currently conversing with the council men, Junko greeted servants. Smiling at them in the dark blue halls of her home. Passing by the statues of Volken's ancestors, she felt a small ting of guilt as their eyes judged her. Even though the events of last night have never occurred. Saber had never snuck in. She didn't make love to him. Nor did he leave her wanting for his love.
On the outset of her appearance. The reality, in the real world, she walks anxious as she waited for the sun to fall and moon to rise. She thought desperately on what to say to Volken. How to tell him the news of her leaving. It is a possibility to fake her death. That would be a better wound then the actually cutting out of his heart.
Even with all those fearful ideas running through her head, Junko showed nothing of last night's events on her visage. She strode past the beautiful lush castle garden. Smiling at the it's caretakers, with her normal swagger. Taking at moment to smell the playful red roses with her head high, and exuding confidence.
The throne is a large hall. Not very long, only taking a few steps to reach the tall deep blue and red throne at the end. Flanked by two stone Leomon warriors, one male the other female, it looked to be guarded by the history of Volken's family. The sides of the whole throne as two guards under the high clear glass windows. A soft carpet of sabermon fur and a hanging chandelier completed the impressive room.
The king stood with a council, next to his throne, with the captain of his army and a few of his advisors. Discussing how their previous encounter with the human rebellion went. And judging by the grim look on James, the well-dressed Devimon who is another voice of reason whenever Volken losses his temper. It must not have gone well.
"I hope there weren't too many casualties this time Volken." Junko said. Genuinely concerned for Volken's safety and that of his men. Although the large Leomon looked utterly fine. His barrel chest showed no signs of injury. His clear white and grey fur is clean. Without any cuts or marks form any blade. Not surprising given his skills with the sword.
If there is any praise Junko could give her husband it is his wiliness not to be a king of the throne; Sitting idly by while his people bore the weight of battle. He truly is a good king. He may have a temper and his executions are rather violent. But those executions are made for the worst of those who try to ruin his kingdom and deserve it. And while his has a temper, he never lashes out on his people.
Volken has many great qualities of a king. Yet when comes to matters of the heart he is as much of a fool as a child. Even though she can best any of his men with her skills with a spear, even himself, he never lets on her the field of battle. Not for the fact that, if he was to fall, there would be no one to rule, nor for her well-being.
But for the fact that the battlefield is no place for a woman.
Volken should be glad she doesn't cook for him. She would have mixed rocks in his food.
"Only a few. Thank the four…" Volken waved the men away. They bowed and then exited to the left. Leaving the king alone with his queen.
"But that doesn't make this defeat any less painful." Volken bared his fangs with a growl. "Now the Dragon's Flame has the western hold. Those sickening humans are edging closer to my domain."
Volken scratched his chin in thought, "It pains me, but I will have to go to that bastard Zane for help…"
"And have more soldiers killed in the process?" Junko shook her head at the idea. The humans have been gaining great strides in the war. They have slain Myotis, the powerful mage, and five of his seven generals. The Lilithmon that used to rain over the southern desert now rest with the four. And even Luceo, is having trouble with defending himself against the humans. "Volken I think wised to stay neutral in this war."
The king would have none of it however. Narrowing his eyes, Volken is ready to start another argument. "You mean be a coward."
"I mean being a better king." Junko glared at the bigger digimon. Her blazing violet eyes made the room's soldiers freeze up. "The north eastern, south western, and the rest of the south have been taken over by the rebels. And their forces are only growing stronger with every battle they win and every ally they gain."
Junko stood tall against her growling spouse. "For both the people and yourself it would be wise to stay out this war. It will be your down fall if you continue."
"The humans' are more intelligent than you think." Junko added. "They do not slay every digimon without mercy. Many of those who have lost the battle are still alive and well. They still rule their kingdom. Yes, under a peace treaty- "
"Of course, you would think that." Volken scoffed with a sneer of his fangs. Crossing his arms in anger.
"Pardon?" Junko asked yet her anger quelled when she noticed two solders' blocking the exit.
"Don't play me for a fool Junko." Volken narrowed his eyes. The coldness in his eyes is a look only reserved for his enemies. And now his wife. "I can smell him on you. And in you."
The queen of the north showed no emotion. Her face calm even as her deepest secret was reviled. She foresaw this coming. Things have been going far too well for too long. A digimon who willing cheats on her lover getting a happy ending? Surely that is the stuff of legends. Looking around there are more men around the throne room than usual. Inching their way to her, but she never looked away from Volken.
"This was an inevitability." Junko's fiery eyes dimmed in sadness. Even with the tension in the room grew with every passing second, only regret filled her. "I've told you time and time that I've only loved you as a friend. Even when tried to make love, it meant nothing to me."
"So, your duty to me means nothing to you as well!?" Volken barked with fury. "You are my wife!"
"Out of a marriage I did not want!" Junko stuck back. "Our family only wanted us to wed for politics. Not love."
"So that thieving rat of a human's love is more accepting then mine!? You have a kingdom Junko! What could you be wanting more than that!?"
"A true relationship!" Junko yelled back. Trying to hold back any sadness in her voice. "Not us constantly fighting! Yes, I bedded a human, but it could have been anyone. It should not have been like this but if you weren't blinded by your pride you too would have understood-"
"Bah!" Volken wiped his hand aside in anger. "Enough of this! I will deal with you and your lover swiftly."
Guards rushed to surrounded her, but kept their distance. Knowing this is the same woman who broke their bones during many training sessions. Junko steeled her heart as she steeled her ground. Emanating her the mana form her body. The armed guards around her gripped their spears tighter.
"Volken." Junko warned. "Don't do this."
"Men! Size this traitor to her people!"
Solder's, men she trained with as allies, pointed their weapons at her and made an attempted to capture her. Junko's former comrades rushed her yet she was too quick. Jumping and kicking both men. Knocking them both out before she fled down the hall.
"Stop her!" The king's voice bellowed down the castle halls.
Junko didn't get far before she encountered more guardsmen. Their swords and spears out but their hearts far form in it.
"Please stop milady!" One of the knights shouted.
Junko responded by bounding off the walls and slamming her magic infused fist into the guard. His partner tried to swing at her, but Junko's skill easily won out. Her foot pounded through the kinghtmon's armor sending him flying through a statute.
Each guard that tried to reach her was taken down just as swiftly. The former queen looked to make her escape.
Until a golden chain caught her. Wrapping around her like a snake. Stopping her in her tracks.
"Tch!" Junko glared up at the angemon that floated down to her. His light pale blue armor glittered in that holy light many of his kind have. But dark blues eyes marred by a hateful glare discarded that holy image. His staff, a golden master piece of magic and steel, hit the ground hard as landed over Junko. His wings flapped in mocking manner.
"I am appalled by you lady Junko." Jacob sneered in disgust at Junko. "I thought you a better soul then this."
"And I thought you finally stop fallowing in Volken's shadow." The former queen smirked at her captor. "But I guess we are both a bundle of disappointment."
Jacob said nothing as he slammed the butt of his staff on her forehead. Covering Junko's vision in darkness.
-OOO-
Junko awoke, weary and dazed, to sound of a crowded whisper. As her eyes peered open the crowd of the city she ruled over came into the view. She was in the market place of the city. Familiar shops of merchants and vendors that she visits often surrounded her. The towering brown buildings that used to comfort her as she walked the streets now loomed over her in distaste. Her people, a distinct and diverse group of digimon. Once looked at her with reverence and respect, now look at her in worried curiosity and bewilderment.
Their many eyes judged her. Commended her for the sin she has comment.
Junko attempted to stand, but felt herself restrained. The former queen grunted against her chains. Her arms fasten behind her back with her legs cuffed to the ground. The feeling of being chained brought her back to her senses. She was on a wooden platform, elevated off the ground for the whole city to see her.
"Argh! Volken!" Junko shouted out as she struggled in her bonds.
"So, you've awaken." Volken speared her the tiniest of glances before addressing his people.
"Citizens of the northern kingdom of Alzena! It is a painful day when I have to do a public execution to make an example of traitors! But I do so we do not have any more pain and madness. So, we can be at peace. So, it pains me to say, I bring to your news of a traitor in our mist! As you can painfully see, that traitor is none other than our 'beloved' queen and my wife, Junko!" Volken announced his words with venom. Pointing his former lover spouting "Who has laid with a human!"
The once monotone whispers turned into gasps of shock and outrage. People held their mouths open aghast with disbelief. Hands over mouth, eyes constantly blinking. They wanted to believe their king. Volken has never lied to his people and while intimidating he is always kind to them.
But to accuse his own wife of adultery, and with a human no less? The people don't know who to trust.
"Damn it Volken! Enough of this!" However, Junko's violent outburst and her none denial of the act spoke volumes to the crowd.
Volken unsheathed his family blade. The sliver board sword gleamed in the morning light. It's midnight hilt held a single red jewel in the middle that sparked with magic.
Volken pointed the tip of the blade at his wife's throat. Even though Junko truly believes Volken would never kill her, the utter pain and hatred in his eyes tell a different story.
"I am a just ruler. I only ask for nothing but locality form you all. So, as much as it pains me, I will be using my wife as an example for betrayal!"
"This is madness Volken!" Junko bellowed. Violently thrashing against her restraints.
"Oh, do not worry." Volken suddenly whispered to her. "Your head will still be on your shoulders by the end of this. This is only to prove a point."
Volken's grin did not ease Junko's frantic heart. "If your 'gallant lover' loves you so much, then he will come and, what was it, wisk you away for my 'dastardly' hands?"
Junko's fur bristled in rage. All this is a trap. Bait to capture Saber. And if her thief didn't come, it would only vindicate Volken's hate for humans. And break her heart.
"Volken…" The former queen could only growl in frustration. She doesn't want to believe Volken would kill her. But she knows just how much she has hurt him. Worse than a blade through the back, she had placed blade in his heart that will never come out. A part of her truly believes she deserve some sort of punishment.
'Saber…' Yet her heart belonged to Saber. Junko will live with the guilt and regret. But she will live. And that is the most important part. Living with the man, the human, she loves until the end of her days. To her that would be true happiness.
"Now! My former wife!" The blade of Volken's forefathers shined dangerously in the light as he raised it. "May you the four have mercy on you!"
"My lord! Everyone! Look!" An Etemon guard shouted to everyone. Pointing franticly at one of the buildings where a lone figure stood. "There on that building! A shadow is looking down on us!"
Everyone, guards, and the king, looked to see a dark human shape. His cloak floated in air as he stood nobly as the crowds screamed in fear.
Volken swiftly took commanded. Pointed at his men and ordering, "Archers! Fir-hold it!"
The held his hand up to halt his men's attack. As he peered closer at the shadowy figure, he saw something odd. Yes, there was a cloak like the pitiable thief, but the stick it hung on is clearly not him.
"What!?" Volken roared in shock. Rounding on his bond wife in rage. "Junko! What mockery-!"
However, Volken's traitorous lover is not there. Only her chains remained where she once was.
"Impossible!" Volken rushed to the chains. Grasping them, he roared in anger. "Where is she!?"
His men jumped in horror at the pure rage on their king's face. One them braved to speak. Even if he jittery teeth wouldn't stay still.
"We-we-we were-s-so-so focused on-on-on the thief that-that we didn't notice."
He looked out into the crowd. Hopping that someone, anyone, would have seen something. But even the people looked bewildered. Looking to each other franticly. Confused on what had just transpired.
"Wait. You!" The king jumped to his feet as the realization hit him.
He bounded over to the Etemon guard that had pointed out the fake thief. Taking him by the shoulders and demanded answers.
"What did you see!? Where did Junko go!?" As the king yelled at his solider he noticed something odd about him. For one thing, Volken could not see anything in the Etemon's helmet. Pitch blackness peered back at him. And there is another oddity he noticed.
He never had, or has a Etemon in his ranks.
"Heh heh heh." Chuckled the 'solider' as calmly removed the king's hands form his shoulders.
"Come now your highness." With stylish flourish, the so-called knight removed his armor, revealing himself to be Saber. Dressed in his thieving attire of a black cloak, his short sword hanging in its black scarab on his lower hip, and sinister jester mask. It's simile taunting the king as Saber bowed to him.
"You of all people should now a true gentleman never leaves his lady in waiting."
The villagers screamed and gasped. Like an audience watching a play they all pointed and stammer in awe as the 'villain' made his impressive appearance.
However, Volken is far from impressed.
"I WANT HIS HEAD!" Volken's order could be heard throughout his kingdom. A few of his knights, weapons branded, scrambled up the stage. They charged at the thief who made no effort to move.
Not that he needed to. As the knights were suddenly pounced on the ground form above by Junko. Her hands slammed their heads through the wood and her feet gracefully kicking the rest of the platform as spun on her feet.
Saber clapped as his lover took a spear in hand. "A dazzling displays my dear."
Junko sighed at her lover's playful nature. "Your gallivanting will get you killed one of these days."
"Ragh!" Volken took his blade and swung with the plans to cleave Saber in two.
Yet the gentlemen thief is quicker than the enraged king. Easily dodging Volken's powerful slash. Saber returned the kings attack with his fist striking the kings stomach with rapid punches. Volken staggered, but did not let up. He retaliated with fierce quick cuts that Saber playful side stepped. Playing with the king with agile speed.
Volken thrusted his blade. Only for Saber to blindingly strike his face, and dash up his arm. Kicking the king twice in the back before jabbing him in her lower waist. Volken roared with rage and rounded on the quick footed thief. Only for Saber's own short sowrd to poke out at his throat.
"My my your highness. You dance horribly." Saber teased as his blade, a deadly crimson weapon without a hit, inched a little into Volken's neck. "Don't you nobles all learned to be light on your feet?"
"Ngh!" The king stepped back in his frustration. Forced to retreat as he was out matched.
"End this Volken." Junko spoke to him from his back. Her jade eyes burned she as pointed her spear at him. "Let us go. I will leave here and never return. You have my word that me nor Saber will ever set foot into Alzena."
There is an undisputable truth to her words, But Volken only spat at her promise.
"You dare make demands when I still command an army!? Guards!" He summoned more men form the crowds. Armored spear and swordsmen marched through them and stared climbing the steps of the platform.
"Capture the queen and slay that human!"
"Lighting joust!"
An arch of blinding white magic slammed into Volken's men. Blowing them off the platform with a powerful blast.
Volken stiffen. He knows that magic. Everyone digimon in the realm knows that magic.
Like a river, the public parted as the red steel boots clinked between them. Sharp heavy crimson royal armor burning thought the morning light. Its edges laced with gold. A ridged helm, fulling covering his face but the powerful golden eyes beneath them. The shoulder pads, large and imposing, made the already over six feet tall giant look more impressive.
The red and white shield with a hazard symbol, a legendary weapon of defense, is known to all as agies. His double-sided spear glowed hot white as it magics died down. On his right, his is pure white board sword, blessed by priestess and forged in a dragon's heart.
The blood knight. The crimson dragon slayer Gallant, has just entered Volken's domain. And he is not here as an ally.
"King Volken!" The red knight pointed his lance with vigor and courage. "Your arrogance and power has led to death of many villages! Both human and digimon!"
Gallant slammed the tip of his lance into the cobble stone. Shattering it as he shouted, "Surrender peacefully and justice will be merciful!"
The crowd was once again in a tizzy. Some fled the area, others stayed in awe of the infamous warrior now standing before them. But Volken wasn't worried about the Blood Knight, even if the knight's power dwarfs the king's, his true reason for reluctance to act is what comes, without pause, with the knight.
"Please stand down. Lord Volken."
A young human man. Tall with a black coat with embordered flames licking the fringes. His short rust colored hair is topped oddly by blacksmith's goggles. The face of a man in his twenties with gentle and kind red eyes did not mix will with the air of death and power around him. To his side is black board sword with hilt shaped in the devil's wings. The cursed blade Black Blutgang belonged to one swordsmen.
The Flame dragon of the east. One of the leaders of the human digimon resistances.
Takato Matsuda.
"All we want is Saber and Junko. We will leave peacefully, without harm to you or your people if you simply hand them over." Takato spoke calmly and with respect.
Volken bit his tongue. His fist tightens hard enough to draw blood. His rage wanted him to jump in slay that bastard human. But while he is haughty, he is no fool. His chances of winning against one of former royal knights are nothing.
However, Volken was the only one who felt that.
"FLAME DRAGON!" Jacob flew in with utter rage. Pointing his golden javelin in outrage at the human.
"I may have missed my chance on the battle field, but today I will exact my revenge for my brother's death!" Jacob snarled at Takato with pure distain. Yet the young human stayed calm. Speaking to the furious Angemon with remorse.
"Your brother fought well- "
"Spare me your petty words of honor! None of it will bring my family back! Now die!" Jacob aimed his weapon and soared forward.
"Jacob! Hold yourself!" Volken warned his friend, yet it was too late.
A human woman leap from the shadows of the roof's. Her fist slammed into Jacobs back and pinned him to the ground. A beautiful clear pillar of ice engulfed him. Leaving him stuck in a state between life and death.
The woman, youthful and stunning, glared down the audience as she stood. Her hair, a long prickly pony tail, cascaded down her back. Fierce purple eyes, a scowl made the harden solder's watching shiver and shake. Her battle dress, a deep dark blue short in length with metal plates covering her knees, elbows, and shoulders.
The ice demoness of East, Rika Nanoka is truly beauty to be reckoned with.
"Anyone else wanna try that!?" However, even with her looking so graceful elegant, she sounds like a thug and a vagabond.
Junko looked wide eyed. She her lover hinted at knowing the resistance force. But to know two of the its major players, is a little overboard.
Seeing Junko's rather stupefied expression, Saber shrugged. "Well I did say I am well connected."
"Hey! Thief!" Rika shouted pure venom at Saber. "You better keep your promise or I am going to be kicking your head all over the realm!"
That was more of a promise then a threat. A promise that made the charming thief laugh uneasily.
"Your wife is…quite the spite fire huh old friend."
Takato gave an uneven chuckle himself.
"End this now your highness." Saber tuned his attention to the shaken king. "There is no way you can win this. Put your honor and pride aside this time to see the truth before you."
Saber did not want to this to turn into a blood bath. He glad for Takato's peaceful ways. Even if the king wanted them all to burn.
"Honor!? Pride!?" Volken bellowed in rage. Turning with his blade towards Saber's neck. "What does a thief know about honor!?"
"Saber!" Junko rushed to defend Saber with her spear. But the thief has a good reason for the grin under his mask.
Volken's family sword shattered on the golden wall of magic that shielded the thief and Junko. The ancient words that circled around it are those of a Sakuyamon priestesses. But there is only one Sakuyamon who's magic is this strong.
Holy light bleed forms the sky as a goddess descend on the crowd. Her long snow-white hair is spilt in two tails. Dazzling gilded chest plate and regal fox helm, only covering half of her lovely visage, made the lovely woman glow as she descended. The purple yin and yang symbol, and fox motif, are sings to her connections and high standing in the priesthood in the mountains. Her skin tight black under armor went beyond simply alluring.
Showing off her gracious curves making it impossible to not lust after her. And impossible to say no to her will. With one look at the small peek from under the mask, they could guess that Sakuya, grand guardian of the east gate, is a pale stunning beauty that few are luckily to see. Or live long to talk about.
"By the Lady's Kuzuha's love! Be still!"
She tapped her staff on the platform, and wave of peaceful energy washed over the citizens and all the guards. Any ounce of anger dissipated for them. They kneeled in respect, having any worry or anger washed out of them.
"Ugh…" All except the king. Blood dripped form his stab wound he inflected on his self with his knife. The pain negating the effects of the priestess power.
"By the four Volken enough!" Junko pleaded with her old friend. "I know it pains you to hear this, but you cannot win this fight! You know what will happen if you continue! If not for your sake, do it for mine!"
The king, wrenching the knife form his palm, looked at his former wife. His eyes grew heavy for the tiniest of a second. And for that mere moment, Junko believed that the worst would not come to pass.
"I have been raised to be a king and a ruler." Volken lamented. Watching his blood, and the blood of his four fathers, drip to the ground. "Raised to be a digimon that commands pride and power."
His eyes looked at Takato. His intentions all too clear. "If I am to die." Volken leaped off the stage claws poised for Takato's neck.
"It will be with the head of my enemies in my hands!"
The king landed on where Takato was. The human vanishing in a flash, teleporting behind the king. Slowly sheathing his sword.
"Then," Takato whispered with sympathy and remorse. "You forfeit your life."
As his sowrd clicked in place, Volken's neck spurt blood. Spraying as he fell to his knees. As the life drained form his eyes.
Gallant gazed sadly at the lost king. "You were a good digimon Lord Volken. You cared for your people and fought like a true warrior. If you only let your pride and arrogance go, maybe things could have been different."
Magic form Sakuya's staff lifted Volken's body.
The priestess turned to the humans saying, "We will give him a proper burial. May the four guide his soul to peace."
Sakuya and Gallant bowed before leaving to lay Volken to rest.
Saber took off his mask. The somber look on his face spoke volumes. He had grown to respect Volken. He was a strong man, foolish, but with good intentions. But Saber always brings bad luck to anyone he meets. Frist his old friend and now his new love.
Foregoing his thief persona, Saber looked at Junko. The digimon he adores had her eyes closed. Head turned away from the place of Volken's last breath. He could see that, with all her might, Junko was trying her best to pray for a different outcome.
The touch of his warm hands brought her out her stupor. The queen moved closer to Saber for a lover's comfort. He ran his hands through the fur in Junko's hands. Singling that he is still here for her.
"Will you be ok?" It is a foolish question for Saber to ask someone who just lost a precious friend. But he just wanted a response to form her. Some sort of sign that he could help her.
Junko leaned her head on his shoulder. Her eyes looking guilt stricken and beaten. A state that pained Saber to see her in. She a gave shuddering a quite sigh. "No. I don't think I will be. Not for a long time…."
With great reluctance, she let go of his hand. Replacing it with a spear as she stood proud in front the people of Alzena. Her tears are not meant for this moment. She will cry in her lover's arms tonight. But now, while the sun stands high, she is a warrior and a noble.
"People of Alzena!" Junko addressed them loudly. "What just transpired was…nothing short of a tragedy. I, as the cause of this, have no right say that this pains me more than anything. But you are not without a ruler."
Junko gestured to herself. "I, Junko Sabatorui, will be queen of this land. This is no dictatorship. Nor is this a monarchy. If you believe me unfit to rule and that there is another more fitting to guide you, then I will peacefully step down. But if you all are willing to fallow a cheat. A traitor."
Junko paused. "A whore. Then I will do my best to do right by you."
There was a heavy chill in the air. The silence being her answer. A cold one, but an answer none the less. No one is going to challenge her right.
"And if you truly cannot fallow me as queen. You can leave too. If you wish. Gather your things and leave Alzena. We will not fallow you and you will not be considered an enemy. But know this. If we encounter each other on the battlefield, you will be an enemy. And there will be no quarter."
"So." Junko surmised. "What say you all?"
While no one stood opposed to her rule, many of the crowd stood up and left. Guards, friends, and people she excepted turned her back on her. Jeana, the lilimon she used to buy flowers form, turned to leave. Zack, a Knightmon would occasionally flirt with her whenever she went shopping, sneered at her before leaving. Shen, an inquisitive Renamon, the few of her own kind in this village and good friend, looked at her for the longest of moments.
Before shaking his head and leaving with many others.
Junko never felt as alone as she does now. All if not most of her closest friends have left her. Not that it surprised her. Her actions have done nothing but hurt everyone around.
The heroes of the resistance said nothing. Rika looked ready to try and say something to maybe ease the tension. But her lover, and comrade, Takato, stopped with a shake of his head.
Saber's arms around Junko's waist to hold her form breaking down right there on the stage. She turned, to both hide her face and hold Saber tightly, and beg the gods that they won't take him away from her too.
"It will be a long road." Saber said. Petting her head as she held back the tears.
"Indeed." Junko, her eyes brimming with tears smiled warmly at him. "I am glad I have someone to share it."
Saber returned the gesture. Smiling and kissing her on the forehead. Holding her tightly, he whispered to his overly burdened lover. "You will all have me my queen. Now and forever."
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