Chapter 4: The Rook won’t spoil the Story for you.
The sun beat down harder as the weeks passed. Snow turned to puddles, and the frosty clouds that leisurely sprinkled the clumps of icy water that the children adored to play in, became angry booming to life showing their power of lighting and thunder. However the sun still heated fast and even the booming thunder was no match to it. That day was one of those days, the sun winning over the clouds, yet the forecast claimed that heavy rain and large amounts of lightning to strike down that night.
Corse the heroes of the city didn’t hear that, due to the fact that with the extra electricity in the air digimon were able to pass between the digital world and the human world with a little more ease, but not by much seeing as the openings drew up at random. Still evil digimon made their paths in and the teens made quick work of getting on top of the problem before people got hurt. Rapidmon making an appearance almost as quickly as the digimon coming through, Henry thinking it safer to use Terrier’s Ultimate form than to Bio merge. Since Bio form meant being a living bomb the size of a skyscraper, yeah, wasn’t good in a city with a lot of people around.
However Sakuyamon had the advantage of being just shy of a 2-story building, and being a ninja that easily maneuvered the cramped spaces between the buildings and across the inner streets of the city. And quickly excited Rika’s competitive spirit as one by one the invading digimon fell and reduced to their basic coding left to be downloaded or to return reborn in the digital world. And even as Henry protested against the absorbing of another digimon’s data, he let it be as Rapidmon continued to slaughter the digimon escaping through the portals.
Takato, sadly was a little late to the party since he was still asleep at the time, and on the other side of the city where the invading digimon hadn’t reached, Guilmon on the other hand was only a few blocks away from the battle. He simply used the emergency chain pull on the door, before hacking his digi-device and off WarGrowlmon went in his Ultimate form. Making quick work of all the pests in his path, almost getting a mouthful of Rapidmon in his feral rampage through the streets. Anyone who knew the red dinosaur knew very well, Renamon knew it best from their first meeting, that when Guilmon got a whiff on an unknown, hostile digimon, you were staring down a heavy 150 to over 600 pounds of scales and muscles. With a good 30% of that force connected to a dragon sized set of white, sharp, and soon to be data stained teeth, coming straight at you with no brakes.
Yeah, if you were the enemy, you were going to get royally fucked up. If not JUST fucked up.
“You guys are really getting into this fight, why didn’t one of you at least call me to tell me we were having an invasion of Indramon proportions? I would have gotten over here earlier.” Takato complained as he ran over toward Henry who was posted by a light post at the street corner, Rapidmon making a halfhearted block with one arm from a Devimon’s attack before aiming his Rapid-Fires at the devil being’s head, dispatching it quickly. Finishing his task of clearing the ten blocks they had been defending for the last forty-five minutes.
“Sorry, man, but we were too focused on getting rid of these things,” Henry pointed to the group of DemiDevimon that were currently harassing Kazu and Andromon as they ran up and down the street. Guardromon, contrary to what many believed, could evolve to his Champion form, he just never had a reason to do so since the trio usually had everything under control. That day, however, protecting their own house from the little demons was something worth going Champion mode on, course that backfired a little, as the flock changed targets. The targets now being them.
“HELP! A LITTLE HELP! TAKATO! TAAAKKKAAATTOOO!” Kazu screamed as the DemiDevimon giggled and continued chase, nipping and bumping into him, Andromon receiving the same treatment as his partner but maybe a little more…“playful.”
Henry, Takato, and Rapid just stared as Kazu was turned into entertainment for the little digimon, and Andromon was being loved up on. Why? They didn’t know, and they were going to keep it that way. Cause it was creepy as shit.
The trio’s confusion of the scene was quickly shattered by the thundering boom of something similar to a cannon going off. The sound as well as the quake of the earth started them, even the Demies, which was painfully obvious to the ones being harassed. The boom frightened the smaller digimon away from Kazu, and caused them to huddle and grip the Android tightly, resulting in a thick clump of little demons blanketing over the latter. Ignoring the humor of the situation, the humans and semi all digital beings (a few Demies still found Kazu entertaining, the rest still hung to the Android, who was desperately trying to get them off his face for him to see,) rushed off to where the sound rumbled from.
Several blocks down at the city park’s Southern Gate, the site that greeted them was outlandish, but relatively nice, kind of. On the ground, tendrils of data emitted off the half dead Murmukusmon, the entire left side of the digital being’s torso and shoulder area of the digimon was completely gone. Standing over the dying creature, stood Beelzemon, winged and Corona Blaster on his right arm was propped against the ground as its owner, other hand was placed on his left hip, as he stared at the little white puffball known as Calumon. Calumon with his childish attitude, questioned Murmukusmon, stupid little questions; “Why would you want to hurt the humans? Their so nice and have amazing food!” “Why did you leave the digital world? Don’t you like your home there?” Just the little questions a 2nd grader would ask that, honestly, would piss off even a saint with how horribly obvious the questions were.
“Calu, let the roach die in silence, because truthfully if I were him I wouldn’t want to die listening to questions I wouldn’t answer.” Beelz said, shushing the white as the dying Demon Lord type burst into data before floating with the wind to some unknown recess of the merging worlds. The larger digimon glanced over at the humans watching, he ignored them, spreading his wings then slammed them down, sending him through the sky gliding around the skyscrapers and circling, before landing in a new area with more digital invaders.
Bell was out and about since, again, his partners were out shopping with mom and seeing as there was no spying his crimson with all the new digimon entering and tormenting the humans, he took it upon himself to help with the extermination. Ai would probably ask about why her digivice went off in the middle of the store or something but he’d straighten that out later. As for Murmuk, well, Beelz was just a little trigger happy, that and since Bell was a high Demon Lord type he had to assert his authority over the weaker. Plus no one would truly care since he was invading and evil. Loopholes they were amazing. Rapidmon just huffed at the disappearing angel, ‘and Guil is in love with him?’ Rapid thought before looking back at Calumon that was staring right at him and hardly three inches from the rabbit’s face. They were stuck with Calu. Great.
A loud crack of metal on bone was unleashed as Sakuya sliced through another Flybeemon, she had already sliced through nearly eight, Crunch, nine. It felt good after several months without even a single battle, not even a fight, and they were both getting restless. Rika for glory, and Renamon bloodshed. A large shadow pasted over the street they were on looking up just in time to see Beelz passing overhead, farther up the road adjacent to them. An image of Growl and Beelz in the snow flickered faintly in the back of Renamon’s mind barely visible in her own mind and a barely there flicker of hate passed over her, however through Rika’s adrenalin rushed state she still managed to see the mere glimpse of it and feel the hate.
“Renamon is something wrong?”
“It was nothing, just me thinking too much.”
“Something I promised to keep.”
Rika didn’t respond. She knew those moments. When you knew you promised to keep a secret, but you couldn’t help but still think about it. So she let it be for now.
Beelzemon soared over the buildings, stopping to shot some invading digimon, every shot hitting their destined marks. Callismon, hard to miss them; Armormon, took a little harder to kill as its name implied; Grumblemon, were just so annoying and slow, hitting them wasn’t hard. Keramon were the fucking worst, yeah, you could hit them but it took forever, because they were so fast. But speed was also a down fall due to the fact that it burned a lot of energy if they kept moving for long periods of time, which was why you just had to chase them till they either got tired or you got the upper hand. Which was also difficult because they also had amazing on the fly strategy thinking for when they did run out of energy. That didn’t change the fact that Bells could hit them it was just a pain in the ass to aim at one moving or not moving.
Beelz perched himself on a traffic light pole staring at the newly cleared streets working away from the park. He had only been flying around and shooting stuff for a good twenty minutes, and already a huge amount of the problem was eliminated. The angel smiled at his handy work, and not a single scratch was caused by him to any of the buildings. He crossed his fingers on that statement, in case the universe decided to pull a fast one on him.
The loud boom sounded behind him, followed by a strangled scream cut short by a crunch so sickening the angel nearly gagged. Beelz turned slowly behind him like he was scared of what he’d see, and he was right to fear. Behind him, WarGrowlmon stood leaning over himself, behind him lay several dying digimon, claw and cannon marks riddled the bodies. In War’s mouth was a Chrysalimon, metal and real teeth punctured and crushed the metal coating on the unidentified digimon. Data dripped from the War’s mouth, his pupils nonexistent in the gold pools that seemed hollow and empty in the heat of bloodshed.
And the scariest part of it all, he was staring right at Beelz with those eyes.
“Um?” War dropped the Chrysalimon, the most disgusting sound of metal, data, and drool slapping together and splattering on concrete, ringed between them and again nearly made Bell gag. The crimson took labored strides, long, slow, and heavily terrifying. Beelz still half turned, spun to fully face the other, his perch giving him a head start to get away if WarGrowlmon decided to attack him. But the dragon just continued his slow stride and dead stare. Beelz was so apprehended by his eyes, he didn’t notice the dragon plucked the darker off the post by the waist.
Beelzemon flicked his tail at the assaulter wrist, which did nothing since his wrist was covered with metal. His cannon swinging around to smack the side of War’s mouth guard. War countered by moving his other arm, so the blade on his arm was in the way, causing the cannon to slam straight onto the sharp edge. The cannon returning to its form as a toy gun was knocked out of the angel’s hand, the clatter of the plastic bouncing off the concrete and skidding for a few feet, giving its owner a new pang of torture and he twitched in anxiety. Shit.
WarGrowlmon leaned his head forward, pressing his wide snout to Bell’s abdomen, the bottom of his mouth guard dug into the latter’s lower belt, making it press uncomfortably on his lower abdominal. Beelz muffled his grunt of discomfort as the latter sniffed at him, taking in little sniffs, then inhaling a large breath closing his dead eyes, before exhaling a sigh of comfort or exhaustion. War slowly opened his eyes again, hot gold irises brightened by both the sun and just amount of life that pretty much radiated off the dragon at his utmost joyous of times. Bell could feel the smile on the crimson’s face, a blush tinted his cheeks and he scowled at the other in disinterest.
A soft rumble resonated from the lizard, War was chuckling at him, for one reason or another WarGrowl found his Bell funny when he was like that. The dragon trailed his snout higher up the slim torso till his mouth was level with the other’s leather covered throat. The grey teeth of the mouth guard splitting so that his wet pink tongue could trace the angel’s jawline in a languid stroke, before running it down his covered neck, then back up to his ear hidden behind blond locks and a purple mask. Beelz’ blush grow furious against the wet heat of the tongue, not only that but the fact they were in public was not helping the situation.
“Hey guys, what are you doing?”
They froze in a second, the angel going white at the thought of them being caught. The dragon worried about his friends finding out about his secret. War and Bell turned slowly toward the voice only to sigh in relief at the sight of Calumon standing with Beelz’ toy gun, staring at them with a slightly confused look. “Are you guys playing some game? Can I play too?” He chirped as he spread his little ear wings, floating over to the pair plastic toy in his tiny fingers. Beelz sighed a “no you can’t” as he raised his hand palm up in a form of retrieval, Cal dropped the gun into Bell’s hand, before the armored one reluctantly positioned the darker on the ground once more.
Walking back to the humans who had moved to fighting digimon more toward the Eastern side of the city, shooting and attacking any stray digimon left. Calumon never stopping in his questions for the angel, who, for the most part, ignored them. However, every now and then, a good -not so childish- question came up that he couldn’t help but answer. War would chuckle to himself whenever Bell decided to answer those questions. It was funny how a Demon Lord could be so grand with children or digimon like Cal.
“Why are you helping fight the bad digimon?”
“Because I was bored.”
“Why was WarGrowl acting so strange?”
“Because he doesn’t like hostile digimon.”
“What were you two doing back there anyway? It looked weird.”
Both digimon instant froze comical dark purple hues cascaded down their faces in sync. Shit… This was going to be fun to explain. The crimson recovered faster, quickly thinking of something. Calumon was a simple digimon you could say anything and he’d believe it, so War used the first thing that came to mind.
“Um, I was excited to see Beelzemon since I haven’t seen him in a while, so I went over and hugged him.” He smiled, no one could see it but he was. Beelz regaining himself begrudgingly played along, he didn’t like it but it was buyable.
“Yeah, son of bitch, scared me half to death. Thought he was going to eat me.” He faked a smile too. This had better work or he was going to kick the dragon in the face. Hard.
Calumon looked them, for a few minutes, he blinked a few times. Before girlishly giggling, then smiling a happy smile, “You guys always make me laugh! Ha ha ha!” he said before flying ahead, still trying to find the others in the mess of city streets. The pair’s sweat dropped, and sighs of relief puffed out from their lungs.
“Nice save.” Beelz said glancing over his shoulder as he continued walking, War hot on his heels.
“Best I could do, I’m not as fast on feet as a Keramon when it comes to making stuff up.” The latter responded.
The rest of the walk was silent. The sky turning from its normal blue to radiant shades of pinks and oranges, the white puffs of clouds that were few and far between now pretty purples and reds. From the east came sinister black and dark blue clouds that thickly blanketed the sky for miles, streams of clouds outstretched toward the sun in the west, like hands forever in chase after the light it would never capture. Regrouping with the others, everyone called it a day since the digimon were actually heading back except the DemiDevimons that were still clinging to Andromon, but there were only three left which was kind of strange but neither Beelz nor War asked about it. Digivolving back to their permanent forms, the teens and their digimon walked toward a little food stand near Takato’s house, Calumon chirping in joy for food until, Guilmon chiming in on food too. Laughter filled the air as they walked off, until Guilmon noticed Impmon walking in a direction adjacent to the group.
Guilmon spun on his heel and sprinted off, no one noticing his disappearance with their conversations, he caught up with Imp in an instant. Grabbing his gloved wrist, Impmon looked back at Guilmon a soft blush on his white cheeks at the other. Looking each other in the eyes for a few seconds, Guil lowered his paw to the gloved expanse of the purple’s hand and tugging on it gently.
“Where Impmon going?”
“I thought you all were going to go hang out.”
“We are. Why isn’t Impmon coming?”
“I thought you and your friends-,”
“Impmon friends with us, but Impmon more than Guilmon’s friend.” Guilmon left no more room for argument, curling his stiff claws slightly, he started pulling the confused purple with him to the group. Who had realized the lizard wasn’t there and looked on a little joyously at the sight of both digimon coming toward them again. Maybe I can stay for just a little bit.
The conversations continued as they traveled, no one saying a word about the red and purple holding hands, the teens probably assumed Guil didn’t want Impmon to leave again, yet the digimon knew otherwise. Renamon tried to shrug it off, however the glare she shot at their joined hands was not missed by Terrier who patted the back off her shoulder from his place on Henry’s shoulder. Guard didn’t notice too much since the Demies still found him interesting and fun to play with. Calumon flew next to them, he might have been childish and somewhat naïve, but he knew. Guilmon did ask him to spill secrets about the purple, and he knew love when he saw it, he saw it with Takato and Jeri, he saw it with Renamon and Leomon (granted Renamon was the one with the crush in that situation), and it was adorable how they thought they were obvious. It was absolutely priceless how humorous it was to know the humans were so blind to the blatant obvious.
He was the spy selling secrets to a Knight. He was the watcher of the Princess falling like the crumbling stone tower. He looked on in the chapel seats as the Queen learn to except as the Bishop held her hands through every step. He was not the King, no, the King had yet to enter the tale of love and hate. He was no King, he was just the extra chess piece on the board. He was the tower who had no part, but got all the reward. He was the Rook who sold secrets, he was the Rook who say what no one else could. He won even if no one else did, he had no part important, but he was the most important checkered board character in a fairy tale.
This is where the lovers’ chess game gets interesting.
He’s seen the ending all this time, he knows the ending and it’s sweet like the honey drizzled in that Dragon’s eyes, and as thick as the lust that consumes the poor Princess. The bitterness has come to pass, now all that’s left is the salty sweat that build this kingdom to roll off the bed sheets. The sweetness is when the King claims his throne. Sweetness is when the Queen feels the ecstasy of acceptance. Sweetness is when the Bishop has burned all her hate. The Rook, ha!
The ultimate sweetness in this story book chess game is, well, The Rook won’t spoil the Story for you.