By: Kira Yalnami

I made it! Part 4! It’s not done yet though. Not by a long shot.

-Kira Yalnami ^_^

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Gabumon awoke with a start. It was cold. He sat up carefully and looked around. There was Mimi, curled up next to Izzie. Sora was leaning against a wall, Piyomon at her side. Tai was stretched out, next to Augumon. T.K. was next to Patamon, sleeping soundly. Kari was talking softly to Gatomon, and Kyra was curled up, a ways away from the others. She seemed to be crying in her sleep. He glanced around the circle again. Were was Matt? Oh, there he was. Talking to Sappiremon quietly. Gabumon got up all the way and walked quietly over to them.

“Guardian of Friendship, there is grave danger here. If you feel unsafe, take the Hope and go to safety.”

“Are you nuts? I’m staying. I won’t let a snake beat me.” Matt responded to the gryphon-like creature.

Gabumon’s eyes filled with pride. The girl Kyra had wrought this wonderful change in them all. Matt cared.

The gryphon turned and saw the wolf-like digimon.

“Well Gabumon,” he said evenly, “It’s been awhile.”

Matt looked startled. “You guys know each other?”

Gabumon looked in the other direction. “Matt, I only know what the prophets have written. The sacred prophecy of the Garurumon tribes must not be forgotten. Sappiremon taught me to read the words that the tribe elders have written. I have learned much.” With this, the wolf went back to his nest in the hay, circling it warily three times, and then stretching out.

Matt watched, and then left quietly through the main entrance of the cave.

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Katamon perked up her ears at a slight sound coming from the main cave. Someone was up. Remembering her orders not to let the guardians out alone, she stretched and padded softly after the Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow, the guardian of Friendship.

“You are up early, Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow. May I be of any help.” purred a small voice from behind Matt. What the cat had said was more of a statement than a question.

He ignored that, and spoke to her.

“Why do you call me that?”

“It is in your very being, a great sorrow of a lost friend. They are no longer themself, they have let their spirit die.” answered the small creature in a matter-of-fact tone.

“How do you know all this?”

“I am a cat, or at least part cat, Guardian of Friendship. I sense things. I can read thoughts as well as body movement.” She shook her wings. “If you would like to go out, one must join you. The Master said to do so.”

“Why do you call her the Master?” asked Matt, curious.

“You have asked many questions. I will tell you when we are with your people again.”

The cat took flight, and hovered over him. “Where do you wish to go, friend of my Master?”

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Sora woke up slowly. Piyomon was curled up at her feet, and she didn’t want to wake her. She looked around the room. Everyone except Matt was there. Gabumon was curled up in their sleeping place alone.

“Gabumon. Where is Matt?”

The wolf opened his eyes. “He spoke with Sappiremon, and then I went back to the resting place. He left the cave, I think.”

“Was he alone?”

“No. The winged cat followed.”

Sora thanked Gabumon, and walked over to Kari, who was awake and talking quietly to her digimon.

“Why did the two cats attack each other Kari?”

“Well, what Gato has told me, is that she and Katamon were the only two who survived an attack the darkness made against their litter. Their mother died, and the two were changed. One of Hate and one of Thought. The hate would change to indifference, and then to light, but it took many years. Katamon was younger, and she was horrified by her sister’s choice. She wants to forgive her, but she is just too afraid that if she loves her sister, the Dark will take her again.”

Sora shook her head. It didn’t make sense. Then a thought accured to her.

“I have to go speak with Kyra. I think she can tell us more.”

Kari nodded, and went back to Gatomon.

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Kyra’s nightmares were worse. The blackness was always there. It engulfed friends and enemies alike. She cried for them all.

“Kyra?” asked a familiar voice. “Are you okay?” it was Sora.

Kyra jolted into awareness, glad someone had woken her from her haunting dreams.

“I…I’m fine. Do you need anything?”

“Matt and Katamon are gone.”

“If Katamon is with him, he will be safe. He does have Gabumon with him too, right?”

“No.”

“What the fricken’ hell does he think he’s doing! At least the winged one is with him. I’ll send out Sappiremon to find them.”

Sora was taken aback. She had never heard Kyra swear before. But then, she hadn’t known her for long.

“I will find him Master. The Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow must not be lost. I will take the wolf with me.”

Sora was a bit startled by Sappiremon, but then, he was very big. Lager than a Great Dane. She listened to Kyra and the gryphon talk.

“This all hinges on him Sappiremon. We must not lose the Friendship.” Kyra’s voice was decisive, and harsh. But the harshness was not directed toward her digimon. It was herself she that was angry at.

When the great digimon had flown away, Kyra sat down heavily.

“Why do these decisions fall upon me? Why am I afraid? Why am I full of Horror?” she whispered softly to herself. “Who am I?”

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Tai woke up with a start. Why was there water running down his face? What the…

“Jyou, you are SO dead. Same to you Gommamon.” Tai said all of this very calmly, and opened an eye. Yep. It had been Jyou all right. He had dripped water from a sponge onto Tai’s face.

“Come on Tai. It’s after noon, and two of our little group are gone.”

Tai was awake faster than he had ever been in his life.

“Which ones?”

“Matt and Katamon.”

“Don’t you mean Gabumon?”

“No, I mean Katamon.”

Just great. How fun was this?

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Matt asked his small companion once again. “Are we lost?”

“No. I am well acquainted with this area. But aren’t you hungry? I am. It’s time to hunt.”

Matt sighed. This was one infuriating cat!

“I don’t like mice Katamon.”

“I don’t eat mice, Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow. Here, I’ll show you.” The small cat flew a few feet off of the ground. “Here we are! The store tree!” the cat cried out in triumph.

The store tree was huge. It was full of things anyone, human or digimon would enjoy. There were smoked meats, vegetables, and fruit. It was a paradise.

“Well, are you going to help me, or are you going to stand there and stare all day?” Katamon asked crossly.

Matt shook his head and began to help.

“What do you humans eat, anyway?”

“Just about anything.”

“Yuck.”

As the two were chatting and gathering things from the tree, a large shape plummeted down beside them. It was large and it was blue. It had wings and claws. It was Sappiremon.

“Well, well. What have we here?”

The cat looked at him, unfazed. “Well. It’s about time you got here.” She said calmly.

The gryphon nodded, and began to help lift the supplies.

“The Master is worried, Katamon. The Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow should not leave the wolf-lizard. It is not right.”

“I was here. Nothing here will harm us.” The little cat looked decidedly smug.

“Whatever.” The gryphon rolled his eyes. “Let’s get back now. The Master is worried.”

“Couldn’t agree more, Ace. Let’s FLY!” the cat arched her lithe body and shot into the air. “Come on, Slowlife!” she called to Matt. “Let’s GO!”

The gryphon shook his head affectionately, and picked up Matt in his claws.

“I will carry you.” It was more statement than offer. “Katamon can’t lift you.”

“Thank you.” Matt said with the most profound respect.

They flew.

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Kyra was really angry when the others had returned.

“Katamon! What did you DO?”

“I took the Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow to the storage tree. We needed food anyway.”

“Matt! You scared Gabumon! Don’t you care? You scared me, and you scared Tai, and you scared the others. Never do that again! We need you.”

The tiny woman said this in a scared voice, a voice that showed true anguish. She shook her deep auburn hair and stalked away. Mimi came over and the two began to help each other with the tricky business of hair.

Mimi had finally gotten her hair combed out. The trek the day before had not done much for her appearance. With Kyra’s help, she put it in a ponytail and braided it. Kyra’s hair was a different matter. It was very long, and was a deep, burnished auburn. It hung to her waist in a long braid. She now shook out her hair, and began to comb it. After this was finished, she wound her hair around her hand and took a small mirror out of her bag. Looking into it, she began to put her hair into a ponytail, and then started a rope braid. Halfway through, Sora came over and took over the braiding, as it’s very hard to see your back. When finished, the little female, dressed in green, turned toward Sora. Sora had cut her hair a while ago, and now it was bobbed, with the ends curled under. It was still the same reddish-brown it had been 10 years ago in digiworld for the first time. Her eyes were still the color of burnt honey, but they held a deep and fathomable loss. She now wore a long, baggy T-shirt that was saffron-colored. Her jeans were a faded cerulean, and she wore gray high-tops.

Mimi wore a long rosy sleeveless shirt. It went to her thighs, and she wore pearl-gray leggings. She had on white sneakers. She had come a long way since her teen days.

Matt was wearing -what else? - A sleeveless shirt with a collar. It was (big surprise) green, and his jeans were a deep cobalt. He wore brown hiking boots.

Tai almost had taste in clothing. He wore a long-sleeved navy shirt, covered by one of a lighter and bolder blue. He was wearing long brown shorts. They went to his knees. His shoes were beat up New Balance tm.

T.K. was wearing a white T-shirt and faded jeans. He had long since abandoned his weird hat-thing he had worn when he had been six or so.

Jyou still went for the ‘preppy’ look, and he looked good. He did not, however, have his first aid bag this time. He had left it in Kari’s VW.

Izzie/Koushiro was much taller now. He looked happier too. He still wore an untucked orange shirt with olive shorts, but he now wore black Nikes. He also still carried a small, white and yellow laptop.

Kari wore a charcoal tank and sweater set, and khakis. Her choice of shoes were black platforms. The stylish, comfortable kind. Her hair was still brown, and she had worn it short and hanging in her face until now. Kyra had given her a bandanna, and she now wore it pulled away from her face.

Kyra was the last you would look at. She was barely five feet tall. Her long auburn hair was braided and hung down her back. She wore a stunning outfit of greens. Her long sleeved top was pale, with a darker green sleeveless over tunic. She wore leggings, also green, but paler than the tunic. She wore a thin brown belt on which you would see her digivice. She wore ankle boots that were tan colored. Her green eyes were perhaps her most stunning features, bright and alive, looking like jade. One would almost think her an elf. Slung over one shoulder was a small backpack, also green and navy. It held her laptop, her medikit, her hair stuff, and other necceites. She had just turned twenty-three the day they went back to digiworld.

Author’s note: Sorry to interrupt you, but are the descriptions a bit late? I’m new at this. Hope you like the story so far.

After Kyra had gotten over being mad, she allowed them to go and use her kitchen that she had made during her stay at Digiworld. She insisted, however, that Katamon had to help them.

“Cats are very neat, and to tell the truth, you guys are not the best at cleaning up after yourselves. Besides, she knows where everything is.

“You have a point. Come on, Kitty.” Jyou said

“KITTY!?! I resent that! My name is Katamon! Not KITTY!”

Kyra sighed. These people had a lot to learn about cats. They did have a sense of dignity.

“Agghhhhhh! No claws! Ahgggghhhhhhhhh! Help!”

“Jyou! Leave Katamon alone!”

“I am leaving her alone. She’s attacking me! Help!”

“That’s what you get for calling me ‘kitty’.” The little cat walked away from Jyou, her work done. He wouldn’t call her kitty again on this trip…at least he better not.

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“Matt, will you please pass me the cloves?” Sora asked politely.

“Sure. What are you making?”

“Well, don’t laugh.”

“I won’t, I swear.”

“All right. I’m baking something for Piyomon. Rubymon says that fire digimon are fond of spice cakes, and I can make a mean cake when I set my mind to it.”

“I’m sure.”

“Now, now, you two. Matt, stop flirting. Sora, stop encouraging him.”

“We were flirting?”

“I wash my hands of you!” Kari stormed out of the kitchen.

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Author’s Point of View: Kari walks up.

“What the fricken’ hell did you do to my lines?!”

“Listen. You, T.K., and Jyou are the plucky comic relief. Shut up and get back in there. I write the story, I get to say what happens.”

“Smartass.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Good.”

Back to the story.

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Jademon had called a council, and had invited the Digidestined’s digimon. When the general chatter had subsided, Jademon tapped her long tail on he ground.

“Friends. We are here to explain what cannot be explained to your partners. Kyra must tell them this, but we are allowed to tell you.” Jademon shifted herself. She had grown to almost Kyra’s height since they had come.

Unairamon neighed. “Just get on with it Jademon. They need to know.”

“She has a point.” came Sappiremon’s deep voice.

“I will tell them.” Said the melodious, low voice of Katamon.

Jademon looked at the cat-like animal in surprise. She had always missed the Master the most, but…Oh well. “Go ahead. Leave no detail out.”

Katamon swallowed, and began her story.

“It was a long time ago, when a green-eyed girl fell into the worlds. Thirteen or fourteen years old she was, I think, your time. She was very beautiful, and she was very intelligent. She and a boy came to Meloudiemon, a singing fish-like animal. She sang ballads and histories. The girl listened. The boy did not. She called herself Akyriya or Kyra to some. The boy she called Senji. Poor Senji. He didn’t listen, didn’t believe. He spurned all monsters but one.

“Yes, Monsters. That’s what he called us. The one he traveled with was a poisonous little beast. He was called Acidomon. He left Kyra alone, to die when she fell ill. One day she found a digi-egg. It was in a nest with four or five others, all the same color. Green, they were. Green as grass, green as envy. Her illness was worse, and she crawled into the nest, fevered and hoping to die. Her body warmed the eggs. They had been dead. And she made us to be. A unicorn, with healing, a gryphon, with power, a pheonix for warmth, a fox for shrewdness, a dragon for wisdom…and a small winged cat. First though, we were Laureliamon, small, flightless creatures. We digivolved into Kalranimon, and then, we changed. She gave the male a small stone, blue and beautiful. He became Sappiremon. She gave one of the females what she called an ‘opal’, glittering many colors. She digivolved into a Pegasesmon. To another female, she gave a small, blood red stone. She became Rubymon. The fox-like one was given a small carving of a dog-like creature, of a vixen, the girl told us. And the last female was given a small charm on a silver chain. She digivolved to Katamon.

"The Pegasesmon healed her. Senji watched all. That boy-“ Katamon broke off and hissed. “That boy was trouble. He had found the crest of Strength. The villain. One night, we ran from that place. Us, having no past, the girl remembering all to well. We found a crest on our journey. Life. The boy followed by night, and broke the crest. The boy died. Acidomon was turned to Kyra’s light. It all worked out.” She shrugged.

“I see. How did the boy die?” asked Augumon.

“You need not know.” With this cold utterance, Katamon walked away.

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That night, the digidestined gathered with the digimon around a large round rock. Katamon settled herself next to Matt.

“Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow. Don’t eat the meat. It is not suited for your digestive track.”

“Okay. But stop calling me that!”

“Calling you what, Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow?”

Matt changed the subject. “What do you call Tai?”

“He is named the Hard-Hearted-One.”

“And the others?”

“The one you call ‘Mimi’ is known as the Sincere-One-of-Heart. Her husband, ‘Izzie’ is the All-Knower-of-Spark. The one called ‘Kari’ is the Lady-of-the-Light. She will be paired with the Hopeful One. The Loving-One-of-the-Life will be essential to your quest. ‘Jyou’ is One-Who-is-Reliable-and-Frightened. My Master is the Ever-Remembering-Jaded-One. We call them the All-Knowing, the Sincere-One, The Love-of-the-Soul, Reliable-One, Light’s-Child, and the Ever-Remembering-One. You and your leader’s names do not change. His once was the Courageous-Leader-of-All.” The cat fell silent.

Matt probed further.

“What troubles the Master?” he asked.

“Nothing that you need know yet.” Said the little cat calmly. “Now eat.”

He ate.

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Later that evening, all of the digimon gathered around Kyra, and the Digidestined joined them.

“Please! You stopped at part two, chapter one.” Rubymon said.

“Oh, all right. Let’s see…Chapter one…On Watership Down.” Kyra took a small, battered copy of Watership Down out of her bag and began to read.

The digimon curled up and listened with rapt attention.

Katamon purred, a deep rumbling sound from the back of her throat.

After finishing a chapter, Kyra marked her place and put the book away. A low moan went up from the digimon.

“I know, I know, you want more. If I read it all tonight though, what will you have to look forward to in the morning?”

“She has a point.” Said Tai, who had been listening harder than the others.

Mimi yawned.

“I’m tired. It’s really late you guys. We should get some shut-eye.”

“She has a point.” Said Koushiro, also yawning.

Kyra smiled. Everyone was bantering happily now, talking and walking into the cave. Jademon waked up to them.

“We have made your own privet quarters. Come this way.”

Everyone followed. Mimi was given the first room. It was all done in a blushing pink, and it had a soft, comfortable bed. She smiled, and walked in, with Palmon following her.

Matt got the next room. It was dark gray, with a cot-like bed in the corner. It looked like a prison cell.

“You’re actually going in there?” asked Sora in an astonished voice.

“It reminds me of home.”

T.K. was led into a roomy orange chamber. He and Patamon looked happy, as if a weight had lifted from their shoulders.

Kari was led into a ‘cheery’ room all done in cool green. Gatomon followed her.

Koushiro was given a non-descript room, an old ivory color. It was nice looking, and there was a large desk.

Led down the halls, Sora, Tai, Jyou, and Kyra went to the last few rooms.

Sora went to a light turquoise room, with sable trim.Jyou went to a bleached room, devoid of anything that might carry germs.

Tai went to a tan bedroom, with desk and chair. It looked comfortable, and not much else.

Kyra stopped at the last door. It swung open without her touching the handle. The interior was done in many shades of blue. It had a small twin bed inside, a computer on a desk, a chair, and a little bookcase. It looked like something out of a magazine. Curled up on the bed was Katamon, looking sleepy, but alert.

“Master.” She rose in a formal greeting.

“Please. Don’t do that.”

“Yes Master.” The cat settled back down. “How was the day?”

“It was tolerable. Katamon. Did you tell them about your origins?”

“Only the digimon.”

“Thank the Gods.” Kyra said fervently.

“Why do you say such things, Master?”

“I worry, little cat. I will worry each night, when the moon rises. Then the Horrors come. It’s almost more than I can bear.” She shuddered.

There was a tentative knock on the door.

“Who is it?” called Katamon.

“It’s me, Jademon. I’m with Sappiremon and Rubymon. We wish to enter, Master.”

“Come.” With a single gesture, Kyra unlocked the door. The digimon filed in. Though the door was quiet small, none of the digimon who entered seemed to touch the sides.

“You must sleep.” The fiery digimon, Rubymon said in a warm tone. “You need your rest.”

“I go, I go." Kyra climbed into the bed, where Katamon promptly sat on her chest. Jademon curled up at the foot of the bed. Sappiremon settled onto the rug in front of the bed, and Rubymon curled up on the glowing cinders of the fire. Unairamon sat outside the door, leaning against it slowly. Soon sleep descended onto the caves.

“Good evening, rest well, sleep tight.” A mocking voice said from far away. “Soon, my little Guardians, I’ll have you and your seer. You’ll remember me all right.”

The dark shape turned.

“Go. Send the nightmares. Let no one sleep well in those cave tonight!”

The snake bowed.

“Yessssss, Masssssssssster. I do assssssssssss you whissssssssssssssh.”

“Shut up and do as I tell you, you worthless reptile.”

Salsmindermon bowed his head.

“I go, I go.” He slithered away into the darkness.

The dark shape stood alone.

“One day I will have my revenge. Sleep well, you emasculate things. Nothing can save you now.” A hollow laugh resounded through the halls of the castle. The Darkness would prevail. The Light had no hope now…

The monstrosity grinned evilly He would have their blood this time. Just wait and see.

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Well, that’s part four. Hee hee hee… What shall I write next? If my demented stories scare you, don’t read ‘em.

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