Magic Tech Productions Presents....


it's first Fuzion Fanfic stretching into infinity...


The Chosen


written by Shaun Garin

(C) 2001 Mtech Productions


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Episode 7 : Reunite! The Pacifist Prince Taichi!

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"We're sticking out like sore thumbs," Ogremon muttered as he and Mummymon
followed the small group into the city of Seyruun.

"True. This whole city is full of Data and Vaccine types," Mummymon added,
adjusting his robes slightly. "People are staring."

Miyako then just grinned. "Hey, does anyone smell food? I'm starved!"

"Food Food Food!" The small baby stage digimon chorused happily.

The smell lead them to a resteraunt that was called "Katou's Grill and Bar."
The smell of roasted food entranced the baby stage digimon one by one.

There were two people behind the bar. One was an middle aged man with brown
hair, the other was a girl in a green and yellow peasant outfit. She was
busily moving around, serving people. From the kitchen in the back, the
sound of a knife hitting a chopping board was heard. Miyako's mouth watered.
"Food."

"Welcome!" The girl exclaimed, walking up to them. She couldn't have been
more than twelve or thirteen. "I'm Katou Juri, your waitress. For how many?"

"Um..." Miyako tried to count the number of people in their party, but she
was interrupted with a loud...

"Ogremon?! What in blazes are you doing here?!"

Ogremon couldn't believe his eyes. "Leomon, what are you doing here?"
Ogremon blinked again. "And why are you wearing an apron? You employed
here?!"

"She is my Tamer," Leomon said, gesturing towards Juri. "As for you? Six
humans, more than enough Digimon..."

"Shut up," Ogremon growled. "Now, are you going to feed us or not?"

Ken blinked. "Tamers? I thought they were just a myth!" he said as they were
led to a table.

"No, they are very real," Wallace said, joining them around the huge table
set aside for people with Digimon. "I have met one a while ago. A nice
fellow named Akiyama Ryou. He's got this Cyber Dramon. Nice fellow, but his
Digimon needs to work on his battle frenzy."

Miyako blinked. "But the legends.... they were supposed to be all wiped out
in the Monster's War 1000 years ago."

"Woah... woah... Monster War? Tamers?" Both Daisuke and V-mon had clueless
looks.

Miyako sighed. "Didn't I tell you about the war 1000 years ago between that
one piece of Apoclyamon and the Water Dragon Lord?"

"Well... maybe... but I don't remember any Tamers, that's for sure,"
answered Daisuke.

Miyako only rapped her head on the table before continuing. "Ok then, now
listen carfully, because I'm not going to explain this again." Daisuke and
V-Mon nodded. "Before there were Chosen, there were a group of Digidestined
known as the Tamers. Legend says that they have magical tarot cards to aid
their Digimon in battle. Legend tells they were granted the task of being
the protectors of the Shining Evolution during the war 1000 years ago. The
Dark Lords sought to gain that power to empower their lord, Apoclyamon."

"I see...." Daisuke said. "Interesting."

"Did you even GET that?" Miyako asked skeptically.

"The basic gist. I'm a bit slow, but not a moron," Daisuke replied. "Tamers
fought, protected a Shining Evolution from falling into a Dark Lords hand. I
got it."

"Amazing," Ken mummured.

Leomon then tromped out into the serving area, holding a huge platter.
Setting it down with a tremendous thud, they were treated to the sheer
amount of meat and vegetables, towering a good foot tall, filling the five
foot wide platter. "Enjoy. Digimon/Traveller special."

"Goodie goodie!" The Baby Digimon were the first to dig in.

"Well... my rival," began Leomon, "What are you doing in Seyruun? I doubt it
is a social visit."

"Devimon happened," Ogremon said a bit sourly. "we're looking for a way to
combat his power."

"Devimon, the legendary priest?" asked Juri. "But... why do you want to
fight him?"

"He seeks to unseal Apocylamon so he can be free from his blindness,"
answered Ken.

"Wha?!" went all the other Chosen and their Digimon.

"We told me he needed the black gear to cure his blindness, but I didn't
think he would revive Apocylamon to do it..." Ken growled to himself. "Damn
that Devimon..."

"If that is true, then you may require some more power behind you." Leomon
paused in thought. "There is a Holy Angemon who you could speak to in the
main temple, or you could try to get an audience with Prince Taichi to get
his assistance."

"Oh... don't worry... that was our plan along," Mimi chimed. "I'm sure that
Daddy will help no time in our quest."

Juri looked at her, looked at the statue in the town square just outside,
looked at Mimi and said, "You're Princess Mimi? You look NOTHING alike!"

Mimi laughed nervously. "Hehehehe.... if you really wanted comparison, you
should see how different daddy and my sister was."

"Sister... I remember a picture of her once.... blonde hair, right?" Wallace
asked.

"Princess Catherine. I remember her now," Iori said. "My parents brought me
here before she left without a trace. I got to see her. Quite lovely."

"Hmmm... then how come we haven't seen her about?" asked Juri.

"She ran away after our mom disappeared. Father had come to the conclusion
that mother was dead... but sis wouldn't want to hear of it!" Mimi sighed.
"I believe she wants real closure to our mother's disappearance. Ever since
then no one has heard word of her."

"Enough brooding!" Miyako suddenly exclaimed. "We'll break into two teams.
One will go speak with Holy Angemon, the other will go to the palace."

"I'll bring you to Holy Angemon's temple," Leomon offered. "My... brother,
is one of the Temple Guards and should let us in. I will take you, you, you
and you." He gestured towards Iori, Ken, Wallce and Ogremon. "Juri-san will
accompany us as well."

"Not now, eating," Daisuke mummbled through a mouthful of meat as he and
Chibimon shoveled in the food. They were quickly joined by Miyako as the
others sweatdropped and followed in the frenzy of eating. Leomon and Juri
stepped back, unwilling to loose a hand in the insanity.

"Leo-sama..." Juri looked at her Digimon. "Is it necessary?"

"It is your duty to continue the legacy of the Tamers of yore," responded
Leomon. "To stay while they go on their quest is to be a blemish on the
legacy."

"I understand. My father should know then." Juri retreated upstairs to grab
some things as Mimi prepared her group. Soon, the girl came downstairs,
bearing a small pouch with some strange blue backed Tarot Cards in them. "I
am ready."

"Then let us be off."

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"Your majesty," a servent walked up to the prince, who was busy conferring
with his Digimon.

"Yes?" Taichi asked, looking up.

"Your daughter is here to see you with some strange friends with her."

"Send them in," Taichi said, a pleasant smile on his face.

Mimi and her digimon Palmon entered the room, followed by Miyako, Daisuke,
their Digimon, and Mummymon.

Taichi raised an eyebrow. "Daisuke, I didn't expect you to make a visit so
soon, and I see you met up with my daughter."

"Um, hi." Daisuke said. "We've got a problem that could affect the whole
world."

"Yes daddy, it is a huge problem indeed," added Mimi.

"Well then, please, speak," Taichi said.

"To put it shortly, there is a nutcase who has a Black Gear and intends to
use it to revive Apocylamon," Miyako stated bluntly.

"I see. We will conviene in the War Room." Taichi got up. "Show them to the
War Room. I will be there shortly." Agumon trailed after him. He only turned
back to ask, "Say miss, what's your name?"

"Oh me. I'm Miyako Inoue, the sorceress."

"THE Miyako Inoue?!" went both the prince and his Digimon.

"Please don't," Miyako grumbled. "It gets annoying after a while."

Taichi cleared his throat. "Let us proceed."

Taichi and Agumon went off in one direction while Miyako and the others were
lead to the War Room, some of the soldiers eying the viral Mummymon.

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Ken whistled at the sight. "So this is the temple to the Holy Angemon."

"Yes, it is quite a magnificent place," Leomon rumbled. "let us move
forward."

Leomon lead the group to the gates, where powerful looking Digimon stood
guard. One of them was a Leomon like Juri's Leomon, only more refined as a
warrior beast Digimon.

Actually, considering the eye patch and hard edged look of a drill
instructor, he was kind of spooky.

"Leomon," Leo growled. "What the HELL are you doing here?"

"We have come to speak with Holy Angemon about the Devimon situation,"
Leomon replied, equally stern. The pair stared each other down. You could
almost see the electricity in the air.

"The red priest Devimon is an honorable being. What do you mean by a Devimon
situation?" Leo demanded.

"Devimon is not honorable as you think. He's seeking to summon the greatest
powers of darkness that you can't possibly imagine," answered Ken.

Leo was about to bite back an angry retort when a voice called out. "Bring
them in."

Leo sagged. "Yes sir."

"Man, that voice make him shrink a few sizes," Orgemon said outloud, as the
group walked into the temple.

They were greeted by a human sized man. He wore long white robes, white
globes and pants and a split white cape. Two large white wings protruded
from his back. A belt with a peace sign was worn and his helmet was a half
helmet, white, pointed and had two golden wings and a cross shape on it.
"Welcome. I am Holy Angemon."

Wallace whistled. "You are something all right. Leomon here says you can
help us."

"I see. What is the trouble?" Holy Angemon inquired

It was then that he eyed the Chimera. Ken stood in nervousness as the
vaccine Digimon examined him. "This can't be... he shows signs of
infection."

"Infection," Ken repeated, instinctively hiding his face with his mask.
"yes, maybe it was."

"You don't understand... the cause of the infection is gone.... but the
source is undeniable." He looked at Ken. "Tell me, did something ever
entered the back of your neck?"

"Not that I remember," Ken said, rubbing his neck instinctively.

"I guess it can't be helped. Ken went through a traumatic experience...
being turned into this," Wormmon sighed. "But what are you getting at?"

"A spore, my friends. Millenniumon's spore. It was surely used on this boy,"
answered the angel Digimon.

"A seed if you will, entered this boy, infecting him. For what purpose, I
have no idea," Holy Angemon continued. "If you wish, I may try to remove
it."

"Yes... yes..." said Ken. "Maybe... it'll return me back to normal."

Holy Angemon laid one hand onto Ken's neck. Light expanded from the contact
as the angel digimon withdrew his hand, revealing a dark seed like object.

"Looks like a cockelburr," Leomon remarked. "A seed that sticks to your
clothing."

The object disappeared from the digimon's hands, causing gasps of surprise,
including from the one holding it.

"It's gone!" went Iori.

"And... I'm still... this," went Ken, seeing that the removal of the spore
didn't help his condition one bit.

"I suppose it was not the main source of your condition. I am truely sorry,"
Holy Angemon said, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Ken just nodded. "You did your best. But now, we need your assistance.
Devimon, the fiend who made me this way, has the Black Gear."

"I see. In that case, you will need some help." A glowing object appeared in
his hands. "This is the Digimental of Miracles. Hold onto it. It may just
help."

"The Digimental of Miracles?" Iori said.

"Yes, a powerful relic. I do not know who could harness it's powers within
your group, so please, hold onto it for now." Holy Angemon explained.

Wallace was the one who took it off the Digimon's hands. "The glow stopped,"
he commented, seeing the glow fade.

"The glow will reappear in its own time. By then it will be held by the one
who can weild its powers."

Wallace nodded. "Thank you for your time, Holy Angemon."

The angel digimon just nodded his hand. "Be safe in your quest. Those of
Darkness will seek to impede you, and even worse, destory you. Be vigilant,
Chosen."

As the group turned to leave, Holy Angemon called out, "Juri-san, may I
speak with you and Leomon?"

Juri stopped in her tracks as she turned and nodded. "Go on ahead," she said
to the others as she and Leomon split from the group.

The pair stood before the large angel as he looked down, saying, "You are a
Tamer?"

"Yes, I am," Juri replied.

"I see. You have quite a partner there." at this, Leo, who was listening
from the outside, snorted.

"Please, if it is no trouble, bring this along with you." He handed her a
small short sword, about the length of her forearm. "It may help your
partner, if not yourself. For the blade has been enchanted by the priests of
Seyruun. It should prove its worth in battle."

Juri swung the sword a bit. "It's... light... but sturdy."

"True. And take this card with you. It will prove helpful."

Taking the card from him, she blinked in confusion. "Revived from the
Darkness? Isn't this a..."

"A revival card. It will prove useful if something goes wrong." Holy Angemon
left the implications hanging. While digimon were reincarnated, humans
normally wern't.

"Thank you Holy Angemon," thanked Leomon "Come Juri, we must meet up with
the others."

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"How long do we have to wait for your father?" groaned Miyako, as she and
the others waited in the War Room.

"Daddy is normally punctual," Mimi sighed. "Uncle Randy probably stopped him
in the hall for some reason."

"Um... Mimi..." Daisuke interjected. "Why would Randy be doing here? Don't
you know what he did?"

"What did he do exactly?" Mimi asked curiously.

"What else? Attempted to knock off your father for good so he could be next
in line for the throne. I know that's how I met your father, not to mention
how Wallace and I got the crest and tag you have now," Daisuke answered.

Mimi blinked. "But...." She hung her head. "Randy no baka, always trying
something like that. It's a wonder why my daddy puts up with him."

"Never mind your uncle, I wonder where is prince Taichi now?" reminded
Palmon.

As if on cue, the Prince emerged into the room. "Sorry I'm late, had to deal
with a pushy diplomat."

Mimi sighed. "Let me guess. Its those women from Femille, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it is," Taichi said, sitting down heavily. "But we have
more concerns than the demands of Femille." With that he turned to Miyako.
"Miss Inoue, can you care to explain from the beginning? Who's the one with
the Black Gear?"

"Apparently, Devimon, the Red Priest has gone evil," Miyako said. "He has
possession of the Black Gear, and plans to ressurect Apoclyamon."

"It seems that his blindness caused him to go on the deep end so to speak,"
V-Mon commented.

"Even with my skills as a genius sorceress, I know my powers can't beat
Apoclyamon," Miyako said.

Daisuke blinked. "Why not? Don't you have that town destroying spell... that
Dragon something?"

"He's a stage seven digimon with unlimited powers," Miyako grumbled. "Even
if we are going to be dealing with just a piece, a Dragon Slave won't
scratch him at all."

"I can see why you people have turned to us," Taichi said.

"Yes. If we are to fight, we will need quite a bit of power behind us,"
Miyako said.

Taichi thought for a moment. "Seyruun may be the White Magic capital of the
known world, but since the war 1000 years ago the priests and priestess are
mere shells of they use to be."

"That's true father, but there has to be something that can help," Mimi
said.

"Yeah Tai, after all, there is a reason Seyruun is the home to the Holy
Angemon," Agumon added. "Surely the royal family has something to help."

"Very well. I will come along with you then!" Taichi exclaimed.

A lot of mouths dropped to the floor. "My dear prince," said a nearby aide,
"surely that is not the only logical course of action. Surely given time of
research we can find something to combat the Black Gear's power."

"Unfortunately I fear we don't have that time," the prince replied.

"That may be true.." the aide added but was silenced by a glare.

"This is my home, and I will defend it if nessesary. I may be a paficist,
but that doesn't mean I'll turn back on the important fights."

"Daddy..." Mimi murmured, her eyes watering.

"Now now, princess, this is not the time to get watery," Taichi said with a
smile. "Let us be off tommorow morning! For now, you are all my guests!'

'Unbelievable,' Miyako thought, 'The prince is willing to risk his life even
though there is a 0.0000000001% chance of winning. Most princes would only
stick to battles were there is a real chance for them to win,"

"Now, to feed our guests!" at the mention of food, everyone perked up.
"Please, order what you will."