Magic Tech Productions Presents.... it’s first Fuzion Fanfic stretching into infinity... The Chosen written by Shaun Garin (C) 2001 Mtech Productions <><><> Episode 3 : CRASH! Red and White and Suspicious All Over! <><><> “Hey Miyako, they said we’d be enemies after we left the inn today.” Dasuke said, shouldering his sword. “Yeah, I guess so,” Miyako said, placing both hands behind her head. “I’m wondering..... what is it they’re after? I keep turning it over in my head.” “Maybe it’s one of the more valuable items Miyako,” Hawkmon said as he strolled along side her. “Yeah.... I think.... it’s either the knife or the statue. Excluding the coins, they’re the only things left. The question is which one?” “I try not to think about these things too much,” V-mon said, walking alongside Daisuke. “It makes my head hurt too much.” “Are you sure you’re not performing V-mon Head too much V-mon?” Daisuke joked as they grabbed a ride with a man and a wagon full of hay. “But seriously Miyako, do you know what they’re after?” “Not really,” Miyako admitted, pulling both the statue and the knife out of her cape. She holds out her hands and both items glow for a moment. “The knife has the cheap spell that makes it sharper and as we know, makes anyone who uses it go nuts. As for the statue, the Orihalcon’s metal is sealing in some magical power. But that could be used as a beacon. Actually both could be used as a beacon like say if you were traveling on the Astral Plane, the metal of both could guide you like a lighthouse and....” Miyako stopped short to see Daisuke and V-mon curled up, sleeping. A vein popped in her head as she growled and whacked him a good one. “DON’T FALL ASLEEP WHEN I’M BEING SERIOUS!” Daisuke started away. “Huh? Was I asleep?” Miyako groaned, slapping her forehead. “Oi Vey. Didn’t you understand anything what I had said in the past few minutes?” “Not really, I loose my memory sometimes when I fall asleep,” Daisuke admitted. V-mon just grumbled and turned over. Soon, the pair had dismounted and started walking, Miyako still mulling over the train of thought she had previously was moving on. Soon, Daisuke who had been mulling over the same thing, said, “Well, assuming they’re after it, is it really worth that much?” Hawkmon shook his head. “That’s the question actually.” “Yeah,” Miyako added. “They were really willing to pay a lot for whatever they wanted. But it must hold a secret to be dogging us for this long. It must have a secret so profound that they are willing to pay over 90 million gold coins, or even kill us, like they’re about to ambush us now. Like this place actually.” “And knowing that, we still go forward. Sheesh.” Daisuke shook his head as he unpacked the Digimental in his newly acquired pouch. “Ready V-mon?” “No need for that,” Miyako said, “they sent a bunch of Berserkers to do their dirty work for them. We can take em out with two Rookies and some old fashioned hack and slash.” Daisuke smirks as he draws his sword. “That’s be a safe bet.” Within moments, the whole group of Berserkers were on the run as Miyako charged a spell. “Fireball!” The oval destructive force slammed into the crowd as Daisuke charged forwards, slashing and hacking quickly. In the midst of the fight, Miyako quickly slipped away, lying on the warm grass. “Aaah, the sun’s so warm today....” Daisuke finishes mopping up the rest of the Berserkers and leans on his sword, catching his breath. “Now look Miyako, don’t you feel sorta silly letting people fight your battles for you?” He backhands a Berserker that tried to club him into the ground. “And what’s with this letting me, Hawkmon and V-mon handle all of them?!” “Sorry about that,” Miyako said, curling up on the grass, soaking in the warmth. “But it’s so nice today, and I DID fight a little.” “At first!” V-mon shouted. Then, suddenly, he glowed and shrunk into a small little lizard Digimon with a oversized head and practically oozed cuteness. “You left us to handle the rest!” Chibimon whined. “Aw, he’s so cute when he’s mad!” Miyako gushed, scooping up Chibimon in her arms. “Aaaahhh! Daisuke! Help meeeee!” “But you may have a point there,” Miyako admitted, setting Chibimon down to hop over to Hawkmon who wasn’t at the least tired. “Let me just rest a little longer.” “We need to make time to the next village before sunset,” Daisuke said, sheathing his sword and lowering his goggles to shield them from the sun. “Or we’ll be easy pickings for them. Let’s go Miyako.” “A little longer. It’s so nice and warm here,” Miyako said, shielding her eyes from the glaring rays of the sun. Daisuke tromped over to her and grabbed her hand. “C’mon!” “AAAH!” Miyako gasped, clutching her stomach as a red stain grew on her yellow shirt. “Miyako!” Hawkmon was at her side immediately. “You’re bleeding!” “It’s just a small cut, I’ll be fine,” Miyako said, but then yelped as Daisuke picked her up. “What are you doing?!” “I’m carrying you,” Daisuke said in a matter-of-fact-way as he started to tromp down the path, Chibimon and Hawkmon keeping pace. “NO! I won’t be seen like this! Put me down!” Miyako yelled as the pair headed off to the next village. <><><> “Stupid Daisuke,” Miyako grumbled as she changed for bed. Hawkmon lay asleep in a small cat bed next to the bed. “Nice guy but god he’s such a pain in the ass.....” Just then, she started as she put her shirt back on. <><><> Suddenly, the door was kicked open as a young man, rather short for his age but heavily built ran in. “Where is she?” Iori asked the ones with him. “Right here!” Everyone turned to see Hawkmon grinning with Miyako as she tossed in a glowing red orb. “NO! Not a FIREBALL!” Miyako tossed it in as she closed the door. An explosion was heard from behind the door as Daisuke ran up, Chibimon bouncing alongside him. “What was that?!” he asked, his sword in hand. “Bad guys,” Miyako stated. “Did you get ‘em?” Chibimon asked, sniffing. “It smells like barbecue!” “Dunno.” Miyako said. “You don’t KNOW?!” Daisuke demanded. “Well, a direct hit from my Fireball might have taken out the short guy but...” Suddenly, the door smashes open as a Troll crashes through, heading for Miyako. “Miyako!” Daisuke calls, but is stopped short by the singed man. In the dim light, Daisuke could see that he was only as young as he was, with short cut hair and emerald eyes. The young man was dressed in armor and was at least five inches shorter than Daisuke was as he slashed with a ornately made katana. “Are you with her boy?” he grunts. “Yeah, what’s it to you shorty?” Daisuke grunts back, weaving steel. “Heh, nothing personal, but we want her treasure. You’re good. Testabourne?” “Yeah,” Daisuke said. “Calypso State Testabourne? I have a cousin there.” The young man nods as he clashes with Daisuke. “My mom is from Calypso. I’m Iori Hida.” “Daisuke Motomiya. You’re really good.” “You’re not bad yourself,” Iori allows, grinning as they clash. “Feather Slash!” Hawkmon threw the feather atop his head at a Digimon who accompanied the man named Iori. The other curled up and it bounced off. “Rolling Stone!” The creature bounced and knocked himself into Hawkmon who reeled. It uncurled, just to get a Pop Attack from Chibimon who bounced up and down. “Ha! That was nothing! I’m Armadimon, it’s nice to meet some new Digimon.” “Likewise, I’m Hawkmon.” “I’m Chibimon.” “Is this a fight or a family meeting?!” Miyako shouts from where she is dealing with the Trolls. Suddenly, the Trolls and Iori stops fighting, their expressions going slack. Daisuke blinked. “Miyako! That was a good fight we had going on!” “It wasn’t me,” Miyako said. “It’s a mind control spell!” “Did you do it?” Hawkmon asked. Miyako shakes her head. “No. It’s an easy spell and all but I can’t sway this many minds at once! Someone more powerful than I am did this!” “Midnight visitors can be a nuisance, can’t they?” asks a figure who glides out of the darkness with a ringing staff in hand that chimes every time he strikes the floor with it. The figure is a Digimon dressed in a red set of robes with four large shoulderguards, a peaceful expression despite the menacing appearance and batlike wings that protrude from his back. His head has two horns and his eyes are closed through some unnatural force. “Who’re you?” Miyako asks, turning on him, ready for anything. “Seeing these... suspicious fellows skulking about at night... I couldn’t help but stick my nose in here.” “What nose?” Daisuke quips and earns an elbow in the gut. “Oh give it a rest!” Miyako snaps. “Thanks a lot. I assume you’ve put the other people staying here to sleep, right?” “You could tell?” the figure asks, raising an eyebrow. “Well, considering all the ruckus in here, and no one else came in to check it out, I would say that’s a fair bet,” Hawkmon adds. The figure smiles. “It avoids the nuisance of having to deal with people who have no connection to this.” He raises one clawed hand and snaps his fingers. Iori and the Trolls walk out in a trance. “They were apparently sent by Ichijoji.” “You know of him?” Miyako asks, startled. The figure nods. “Yes. He is my enemy. He is attempting to resurrect Apoclyamon, the Mazoku King.” “Apoclyamon?! The Dark Lord?! Resurrect him?!” Miyako was aghast. Surely no one was stupid enough to do that. The figure only nodded. “Without a doubt. Ichijoji is a mixture of human, Monochromon and Bakemon. The worst of all evils. Apparently, the three powers drove him insane, and he wishes to end this world by resurrecting Apoclyamon. “Why would he do something stupid like that?” “That I cannot guess. But now, your enemy is mine. I am but a humble priest. But I cannot overlook this evil ambition to revive the Dark Lord.” “Yeah, I guess so. But....” Miyako paused. Something about this didn’t feel right. “Ichijoji is after the key to it’s revival. Which Fate, has placed into your hands. To recover it, he will surround you with enemies.” The man held out his hand. “Why don’t you give it to me? Then you can spare yourselves all this trouble.” “But if did that, you’d have to fight them alone!” Miyako exclaimed. “Got any idea on what they’re talking about?” Daisuke asked the two Digimon at his feet. “Not a clue,” the pair chorused. “Do not concern yourself. They are formidable enemies... but I, Devimon, should be able to take care of them.” Miyako started. “Devimon?! I thought it was you! One of the Five Wise Men of the Age! Devimon, the Red Priest!” Devimon nodded ever so slightly. “That is a name they sometimes call me.” Miyako gasps in wonderment. “He’s famous?” Daisuke asked. “Any five year old knows who he is,” Hawkmon said. “We will explain later.” Miyako nodded. “Great Priest, I would like to hold onto the key for now.” “But...” Devimon said but she cut him off. “I can’t back out of this, after hearing the Dark Lord is being revived!” “I’m grateful for your concern, but....” Devimon says but Hawkmon steps in. “They don’t know yet that we’ve made contact. If we keep the key, they’ll attack us again. When that happens you can sweep in to help us defeat them! It’s a simple plan!” “That will be dangerous!” Devimon protested. “I should be the decoy!” “Great Priest, please!” Miyako pleaded, reaching out to clasp his hand. “You must trust me!” Devimon considered the notion and nodded. “Very well.” He moved to the destroyed room and held up a hand that glowed with white light. “Time which has passed, be called back once more....” The light ball went into the room and flashed brightly for a moment. “From tomorrow on, I will support you from the shadows. Until next time.” He then walked away, his staff ringing in the distance. Daisuke walked up and peeked into the room. “So what’d he do? Nothing’s changed.” “Man is he good!” Miyako said with starry eyes. “Why?” Chibimon asked curiously. Miyako stopped and glared at him. “This was the room I threw my Fireball into.” “So?” Daisuke asked. Miyako sighed and buried her face in her hand. “Never mind. I’m going to bed.” She turned and shuffled down the hall. Daisuke turned, blinking. “Hey Miyako! Hey, where are you going?! HEY! This is MY room!” Miyako curls up on the floor. “They’ll probably try to attack my room again, right?” Daisuke scratched his head. “Well, at least take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor... I suppose.” “But I don’t want to be a bother,” Miyako says. Daisuke nods. “Right, right.” He takes off his sword and curls up on the floor. Miyako blinks as she sits up. “Why won’t you sleep on the bed?” “What kinda man can sleep in a bed, when there’s a girl who has to sleep on the floor? The Digimon can have the bed.” Daisuke yawns and is soon fast asleep. As the night dragged on, Miyako thought to herself. ‘Devimon the Red Priest. Who clothes himself in the robes of the priesthood, and carries all the respect of the Great Shrine. Who travels through all lands helping people. One of the five wise men of the age. But unlike all the others, he’s a Digimon of the darkest evolution. A Virus type, yet, he uses White Magic to heal. And also, he has been blind since birth. And yet, another thing. His name.... sounds like it should be for a villain. Devimon. Derived from the word Devil. And then there’s Apoclyamon.’ Miyako turned over. ‘The lord of all Mazoku in the world. Ruby Eye Apoclyamon. If I accept what Devimon the Red Priest told me about him, then who is this Ken Ichijoji really? And what did I get myself into?’ With that, Miyako fell asleep. <><><> The next morning in the inn, the quartet were having their usual meals while Miyako stared out the window thoughtfully. “Hey Daisuke.” Daisuke looked up from his food. “You really don’t know anything about Apoclyamon?” Daisuke thought hard for a moment, V-mon mimicking his movements. “Um.... no, can’t say I have.” Miyako got a big sweatdrop on the side of her head. ‘The legend of Apoclyamon is so famous... I thought everyone knew it, not just wizards and priests.....’ After taking a bite of her food, she said, “Okay, I’ll start from the beginning. You think you can listen to me while I tell an old story? WITHOUT falling asleep?” “Sure sure,” Daisuke said flippantly as he ate. Miyako rolled her eyes before starting in on the story. “According to the legend, long, long ago, the world we live on was thrust onto a great staff. The world exists on top of it, smooth and round, like....” Miyako suddenly speared her egg and lifted it up. “Take this egg on the end of my fork. Try and think of it like that.” “Okay!” V-mon said as Dasuke nodded. “Around the edge of the world, two groups waged an ancient battle. One was the race of Mazoku. The other, was the race of Ryuzoku. Leading them were Apoclyamon, the Dark Lord, and Qinglongmon, the Dragon God.” “The war raged for hundreds, for thousands of years. Finally, Qinglongmon was about to break Apoclymon into seven parts. And then he sealed them somewhere on our world.” Miyako took a sip of her water. “So... this Qinglongmon beat him?” Miyako shook her head. “No, only imprisoned him.” “But you said he was split into seven pieces!” V-mon added. “That doesn’t matter to a Mazoku. And although Qinglongmon imprisoned him, it took all of his strength to do it.” Miyako added. “Uh huh....” Miyako turned to Hawkmon. “You take it from here.” “And then,” Hawkmon said, “a thousand years ago, one of the seven pieces of Apoclyamon was reborn. Although one piece remaining of Qinglongmon defeated him with the help of the Water Dragon Lord, his body was sealed in the earth.” “A meaningless battle,” Daisuke said solemnly. “The power of these two beings competes so savagely. But the balance of peace in this world was broken. And so, monsters, along with Digimon, began appearing in this world, some good, some bad. You understand?” “I do get some of it,” Daisuke admitted. “I’m not a rocket scientist or anything like that, but this Apoclyamon guy sounds like he’s one bad monster.” “He’s not just any monster, he’s a Ultimate Level Digimon.” “You’re not serious,” Daisuke said. “That’s just a legend! Ultimate Level Digimon are nothing but myths!” Reaching over, he speared on of Miyako’s sausages. “Hey! That’s mine!” “You were just staring into space, so I thought you didn’t want it!” Daisuke says mischievously. Miyako looks like she’s about to hit him but relents. “Anyway, what about that Devimon guy? He looked to me like a Viral Type.” “Devimon is rumored to be a Champion level Digimon with full control of his powers.” Miyako frowns. “But he may not be the real Devimon. The guy’s practically a legend. Someone could be impersonating him, and frankly, he hasn’t been seen in the last ten years.” “He could be one of Ichijoji’s men,” Hawkmon offered. “Exactly. But, if he is a fake, he’s not one of the run of the mill Magic users.” “Yeah.” The four then divulged into a massive eating contest. End Episode 3