Here are the ages.
Tai-13
Sora-13
Mimi-13
Izzy-12 3/4
Joe-15
TK-9
Kari-9
Matt-14
Kira-13
Senji-13
Dai-12 1/2
~ Kira
Part 1
As they where walking through the forest, Izzy made quite a discovery.
"Hey everyone, check out this tree. It has healing leaves that we could use to help stock your medi-kit, Joe."
"Thanks Izzy. I have a bag we can collect them in."
Suddenly, Sora collapsed, gasping for breath. Tai was at her side in a flash.
"Sora, what's wrong?" Tai asked worriedly.
"I've *gasp* got asthma *gasp*. I *gasp* need my *gasp* inhaler." She pulled a small inhaler out of her pouch. "Help *gasp* me get this set up *gasp*"
She struggled to breathe, and lifted the small sprayer to her lips. Tai supported her, and she started to turn blue. With much effort, she managed to get a lungful of the medicine. Then she lay still in Tai's arms, barely breathing.
"What happened Joe?"
"Her asthma is the worse case I've ever seen. I guess that's why she turned blue. Apparently, she hasn't had time to take her inhaler."
"You're sure she's fine?"
"I'm absolutely sure Tai. She's fine."
Tai looked worriedly at Sora's still form. She was still in his arms, but she had gone limp, finally able to relax after the coughing spasm. Her hat had fallen off in her struggle to breathe, and her red hair was vivid against her now-pale skin. She had had her gloves off, and Tai picked up her things as Kira sat watchfully near the stricken girl.
The small redhead was a new addition to the group. The tiny girl rarely spoke, and only when she had something worthwhile to say. The other new digidestined, Senji, was her brother.
She and Matt got along fairly well because she didn't fill up scilence with inane chatter like Mimi. She had green eyes, and she was forever looking as if she was wishing for something. Her digimon was called Katamon, and she was a small blue and silver cat with pale green wings. She spoke more then her partner, but not by much. Now she hovered anxiously over her master and the stricken Sora.
Kira cleared her throat, and her musical voice sounded in the slight breeze. The others leaned closer to hear her words.
"This is not only asthma. There is something else wrong here. Katamon and I will stand guard. The rest of you set up camp here. Taichi, watch Sora to make sure she stays calm." With this monumental speech, she lapsed again into scilence. Matt also stood.
"I'll stand guard with you." He offered. She smiled slightly, and shook her head.
"Much appreciated, but not needed. Katamon and I can manage." Her tone was kind, but sad. She had finally found her crest; but the revealing of it had made her gasp in horror. Her crest was made up from two broken ones, Sorrow and Life. They made Remembrance. And she had said once, "Remembering is sometimes hard." Made you think, really. Her brother said she was just melodramatic, but he was really kind of flamboyant at times. But then, so was his digi-partner, Acidomon. His friend, Daika, known as Dai, had a roly-poly plant digimon called Ivymon. Both had a sense of humor and mischief, but had a tendency to glaze over when the words "CPU chip" or "de-installations" were mentioned. Dai liked Izzy though, so she was learning.
"Hey, cheer up! Honestly, you'd think someone died. Sora will be fine! Chop chop! Let's get together!" Dai chirped, anxious. She was their comedy routine, and tried to keep spirits up. Wisely, however, she left Tai to watch Sora without help.
The others quickly set up camp in the shaded grove, working quietly and efficiently. The scilence disturbed Senji, and he kept shooting worried glances at Kira as she stroked her digimon's soft fur and scanned the horizon. She was quieter then she usually was. This was pretty hard- mostly, she only said a few words about where they could find fruits and such, or herbs. She had been here for six lonely years, and Senji, Dai, and the rest of the group had only found her a few weeks ago.
Flashback:
The girl of the moon and the cat-creatures and the fox ones stood quietly as the strange beings looked at her. She was frightened, but the only way to see was by the way that she had angled her arms and legs, as if she'd fly at the slightest movement she wasn't sure of. Her eyes had widened when the rested upon three members of the group; One she was sure was her litter mate, another a cousin. The third she felt almost familiar, but she couldn't think why. She slowly swung down from the tree she perched in, and spoke haltingly in their toung -she knew it, she just hadn't had reason enough to speak before now.
"Who are you? I am Kira...I am of the Cat clan." She had said, and her voice was low and gentle as a mother fox speaking to her kits. The red-haired one with gray-green eyes like a new creature-no, not a new creature, a human- spoke in a halting, broken voice. She stiffened more at the sound of his voice then his words.
"Kira! You're alive! It's me, Senji, and Dai is here too!" then he cried, a soft, mewling sound that made her heart fill up for this half-grown kit. She jumped lightly down from her perch with liquid grace, and put an arm about him.
"I am alive. I was alone for a long time, but I had the catlike ones, and the fox-like ones. You are of my litter, and you are welcome to my den. Your friends may enter too. Which is your mate?" she asked, looking at the females. Then she helped him up, and stood on her own, walking with silver loveliness to her cave-like home. The kit's friends and pack followed. Perhaps this boy was not a kit. He was more like a pup. Kits run alone, with no pack after they leave their mothers.
The fair-haired one with eyes like ice looked at her closely, and she shivered underneath his gaze. He was not hostile, but he was not friendly. Her sharp eyes saw that more then one of the pack had wounds. The ice-eyed one's wounds were the worst. Kira ran swiftly, toes spread, hitting the ground hard, springing up again, so fast that all of her movements were like a molten stream of ease that spoke of much practice. Her store tree was only a ways away- she made it back to the cave before they really noticed her quiet aura was gone. Carrying the herbs and food in a small pack, she brushed dirt off of the front of the human garment she had worn since she came.
As she was catfolk, she was very neat. Her clothes didn't have any tares, and they were a bit faded, but they were still good enough. A black unitard she had worn to dance, with gray sweat pants thrown over it, a dark jacket, and a tunic. Leather boots and leather slippers. And then she had the wealth of thick auburn hair that cascaded down her back when let free. Normally, she pulled it back, braiding it and keeping it out of the way. Her hair was too long, but her knife wouldn't cut it right. It came jagged, and uneven. Now she had it swept over her shoulder, hiding behind the natural curtain of tendrils. Humans meant pain, she remembered that much. Horrible, burning pain, with cold eyes that burned with a hidden spark of venom. Why had she let these ones into her home?
She knew.
The one who radiated trust- a female, with liquid amber eyes- had not been threatening to her. Later, she knew the female to be Sora, the guardian of Love. Kira privately suspected that she was the pack leader's future mate. The others had been surprised when she called them guardians. She knew things about this forest- bad, good, and necessary. After a night of treating their wounds, she had come out of hiding and said that if they wanted her, she'd come back. The pup with gray-green eyes cried again. The loving-one smiled, welcoming. And Kira came.
End flashback
Kira shook her head slightly, and lifted her face to the wind. She caught the fragrance of burned wood and fresh blood. But there was more. She sniffed the wind, and then the scent was upon her, dominating, frightening, and wholly real.
It was the scent of Evil.
VampPyromon grinned thinly, and licked his pale lips. He could smell fear. He could smell weakness. He smelled wounded Digidestined.
With his pale, bemused looking eyes, he scanned the horizon. He didn't look threatening- anything but, really- and he had a shock of corn-silk colored hair. His milk-white eyes were the only thing slightly unnerving about him, except for the faint scent of danger and fear that he pulled about him like a cloak before he made the killing bite, before he could drink the tangy blood, fresh and warm from the vein of life.
For VampPyromon was a Vampire. He wasn't evil- he drank blood to survive. Survival was what was important. Stay alive, live a little longer, thwart death- it was all that mattered. He was a virus type, but evil isn't always in your codes. Some viruses are benevolent, kind, and helpful; others seek for death, pain, and domination. VampPyromon was neither good nor bad, nor all-powerful nor all knowing. He was what he was, and he was content.
Until he had met the cat-girl.
It had been long ago, and he had stumbled upon her by accident. He had been hungry; he did what was instinct. He pulled the female close, enveloping her in fear, and drank his fill from her, satisfying his hunger with her blood. She had struggled, and shimmered. A light- dimmer then the sun, but bright as any moon or piece of new-found silver- had hit his heart, confusing him, letting the prey get away. Ever since, he had felt different. Perhaps it was because it was not a digimon. It was-he said the word aloud, letting it roll off of his toung, sending it vibrating into clean, crisp air- Human.
Dai blew softly on the fish she was eating, cooling it down. Normally, she'd be joking and making the whole group laugh, but now she didn't feel at all like that. She felt disconnected from the group, in a way she hadn't felt since she was six years old and her mother had been sick. She took a half-hearted bite of the fish, and piped up, trying to break the depressing scilence.
"Hey, anybody got salt? This is a little bland here..." she trailed off, shaking her dark hair out of her eyes in astonishment as Kira arrived at the circle. The look in her sea-glass eyes was worried, and she seemed even more withdrawn then usual. Her eyes intent on the flickering fire, she spoke softly, almost inaudibly.
"VampPyromon is coming. We have to leave. He can smell fear and weakness." She absentmindedly rubbed her neck, as if it throbbed. "He drinks blood." She added, and this time only Dai and Yamato heard her quiet, fear-filled voice.
Katamon fluttered her wings weakly, and pawed the ground. She had
been hurt in the last battle, and now the others saw her wounds.
Gabumon supported her head as Palmon slowly tipped an elixir of
forest herbs down the cat's throat.
Biyomon shook her head when she saw the large gash beneath Katamon's
left wing. It must have hurt like the dickens when she was flying.
It was too late to do much but bind the cat's wings and keep her
grounded for a few days. This in itself was bad enough, but to
have to be carried and denied the freedom of flight...
Biyomon shook her head, feeling great pity for Katamon. The
little cat was dozing now, stretched out in the remaining
sunlight in the clearing. Her green agate eyes were slits,
and the rhythmic rise and fall of her side soon lulled Biyomon
into a half-doze. There would be more danger in the morning...
but for now...sleep.
Ka'renna was a young dragon. Only five centuries, she was just
old enough to mate. She flicked her tail lazily, accidentally
breaking a tree. Seeing a new gate, she flew towards it, her
curiosity burning like her scales. She would soon be ready
for her mating flight, and her normally pale green scales
were bright vermilion. As she approached, she saw a gold/red
dragon. Thinking it was T'reth, one of the less then welcome
dragon kyn, she flew through the portal. It snapped shut behind
her, and she fell, her wings flapping in dead air.
Yamato stood at watch, and the cold winds of Digiworld did
more then penetrate the thin cotton shirt he wore. It went
straight to his soul. He shuddered at the all-too-familiar
sensation of Evil creeping upon him...and then he saw what
was happening.
He saw Kira, standing in the moonlight, looking at a tall,
fair skinned and fair-haired man. His milky eyes made Matt
shiver, and he moved forward a step to see better.
The man bent down and almost delicately pulled Kira close.
Even from his vantage-point a few feet away, Matt could see
her cringe at his touch. The pale man lifted her chin, and
leaned down, grinning, showing razor edged fangs. Gently,
gently, the man leaned down further, and sliced the
delicate skin of Kira's neck open and he began to greedily
lick up the blood the pooled around the deep gash. From
the way Kira shivered, she wasn't enjoying this. Then
the vampire pulled her closer, and locked his jaws firmly
about her throat, consuming hot blood with blatant satisfaction.
After a time, he let her drop and the blood soon stopped
welling from the two puncture wounds in one vein. He flew away,
swifter then darkness, leaving Kira in a crumpled heap on the
ground.
Matt ran to the small female as if his feet had grown wings.
Once at her side, he gently turned her over and looked at her
pale face. As her blood dripped through his fingers, she
opened her eyes weakly, and grinned at him.
"THAT was VampPyromon. He's not after you, or Tai,
or Izzy, or TK or Jyou." She paused. "He only drinks from
females."
Matt barely listened to her words. She was death-cold, and
he was lifting her up and carrying her back to the circle
of digimon. As he laid her down next to Gabumon and Katamon,
a ghostly flicker caught his eye. As he turned, he saw Dai
settling back down near the fire, grinning broadly at him.
Matt sighed, and placed Katamon on the stricken girl's chest.
Then, as Gabumon also curled about Kira to keep her warm.
Then Matt strode over to where Dai sat, grinning smugly as
she french-braided her dark hair.
"What's so funny?" Matt asked her quietly.
Dai grinned even more broadly, and stuck her toung out at him.
"You LIKE her, don't you!"
Matt blushed hotly, and answered.
"No! She just got attacked by a vampire is all! Of
COURSE I like her. She's different from other girls."
Dai rolled her eyes.
"Oh? What else is new?"
Matt ignored her, and took out his cherished harmonica. But
Dai was not one to be ignored.
"C'mon, Blondie! Why don't ya serenade to the damsel
in distress?" she adjusted her camouflage hat, and ducked as
Matt aimed a swipe at her. Then she shook her head. "You're no
fun. I'm gonna wake up Tai. It's time for his watch." With that,
Dai crept over to Tai and grabbed his goggles and put them on her
own head. "Do I look good, or what, sugar?"
Matt gave her an exasperated look he usually reserved for Tai.
"Definitely the "or What" Dai."
"Why, I do declare, I think you hurt my feelings! Have a
little compassion!" then she leaned over, and slapped Tai. He woke
up, fuming.
"Who hell did that? They DIE." He looked up, seeing Dai's
disgustingly cheerful face. "Oh. It's you."
"C'mon, Charming. It's time for your watch!"
If looks could kill, Dai would be a pile of smoking remains, Matt
thought with an amused smile.
"So...what were you two dreaming about?" Dai teased as
she shook Mimi awake. "The one of your dreams?"
Tai and Mimi blushed, and avoided looking at Joe (in Mimi's case)
and Sora (in Tai's case). Matt arched an eyebrow, and spoke.
"So, Dai," he drawled, "How are your computer lessons
with Izzy coming?"
Now it was Dai's turn to get defensive.
"Hey, just 'cause he's cute you think I like him! Geez,
I just need to know how the stupid thing works!"
At Dai's outburst, Sora awoke, mumbling sleepily, "What did
Tai do now?"
"Nothing, Sky. Go back to sleep." Kira said from
where she lay cuddled with Katamon and Gabumon. Katamon
woke up and started to lick her partner's neck, her tounge
making a rasping sound against her torn flesh. As she licked
the wound furiously, Dai looked up and watched in amazement
as the girl's pale skin gained a bit of color from the cat's
efforts.
Sora, again awakened by a nightmare, stood and walked over
to Kira, her mind filled with questions about VampPyromon.
As she drew nearer, she saw the punctures on the vein that
crossed her throat, and let out a stifled gasp.
"Kira..." she whispered, "What happened?"
Kira looked at Sora, panic in her eyes.
"Hush!"
A/N: End Part one...well, what do ya think? This has no
relation to my fic Darkness Falls, or any of the others.
Do you like? Oh, and Dai? I don't know your real age, but
at 12 1/2, you're closer to Izz-san's age, Kay? And I KNOW
this has a weak start. I was stuck.
~ Kira ^_~
