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She knew it was wrong. That this was wrong. That she had gone too far for once.

Kyouko was just sitting in her current hangout - a sheltered part of an alley where she had gathered an old matress to sleep on for the time being. She was sitting on one of the nearby garbage cans, but she looked.. almost idle. Completely unlike herself. Normally she would grin even if she was on her own, just push herself to have fun despite the loneliness she felt deep inside most of the time, but this was different. She couldn't bring it up anymore. The past few days had been the 'anniversary' of the day her father snapped and killed her family, and that thought made her unable to deal with anything. She didn't feel like even using the community, and luckily enough for her it decided to leave her alone in general for a few days. She hadn't even visited the arcade, she had just taken out all her pain and anger by fighting those witches.

But maybe.. it had been a little too much. A few too many fights, a few too little Grief Seeds, a little too dimmed Soul Gem. And even Kyouko realised that. Another fight with a witch soon might not even help this much, she probably wouldn't even have enough strength to take that witch down like this before her Soul Gem would give out.. and what would happen then? She had no idea, except that it would be something bad. Maybe she would just die.. ... hah, finally she would join her family then, right? And it wasn't like anyone would miss her, so..

The gloomy thoughts took over her mind once again, as the unopened package of chips lying in front of her was completely untouched.

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If it had been regular Kyouko, she definitely would have reacted at him getting hit. She would have run up to at least block further attacks from reaching him, or maybe even to drag him away from there, from the danger, but.. the witch did nothing but stand there, a distance away as she watched the Digimon and her minions. This wasn't the regular Kyouko anymore, she couldn't even think the way Kyouko used to anymore. To think that she was the one hurting him now.. she definitely never would have imagined a scenario like that, yet it was happening now.

The minions started to skitter away from him at the blast of light, but some of them were too last and were hit by it, vaporizing in an instant with high shrieks. The witch, however, seemed to take this moment to jump to action, fed up with how her minions couldn't exactly keep up with him. She was a rather powerful witch, after all, nothing like the one Kyouko and Kouji had fought before together, that one had practically been premature compared to a witch that came from a magical girl like Kyouko, who had already been fighting witches herself for well over a year before this..

The horse started running towards Garmmon, and the witch raised her staff to attempt to beat him with it at a fairly high speed.

Garmmon was fast- but he needed to be able to be more agile here if he were to try and escape the clutches of this witch. A surrounded light of data engulfed him and soon he had transformed from Garmmon into Wolfmon. He reached back and took out his two sabers and just as he had finished that he noticed the staff that was coming at him.

Wolfmon raised his sabers up to try and block the hit but he was sent flying when the staff collided with him and he hit the wall of the barrier. "Dammit..." he grunted to himself and managed to push away from the wall and he took off running, wanting to slice that staff up and attempt to get closer to her. He ran and jumped at her, bringing one of his swords down and tried to slash at her shoulder.

The witch just stared - more or less, considering she didn't have an actual face - as he was sent flying backwards by that. There wasn't any surprise at him changing forms, but whether that was since she simply couldn't express it or since Kyouko had seen him doing it before was still up in the air. But then again, if this was Kyouko she would have been at the very least laughing happily and gloating (if she would have been sparring with him in the first place) rather than remaining there silent and motionless, almost cold and distant just by the exterior.

When she noticed him jumping at her, she was trying to dodge though, but-- the horse was just a little too slow in said dodge, so the sword put a tear into the witch's long traditional dress. It didn't seem to really hurt her though, or at least not enough to make any indication of pain show up. Instead the witch backed off a little, and it was almost as if she disappeared into the mist that was hanging heavily around the barrier.

But then the witch slowly popped up to Wolfmon's side in the mist - but if he would look there, she would already have disappeared and appeared by his right instead. And after that it was almost as if she was everywhere, as if he was surrounded by multiple versions of the witch, although the truth was that all but one of them were actually illusions. That power of Kyouko's that she had surpressed because it reminded her too much of the loss of her family, but.. the witch had no feelings, no qualms in using it.

It was true- everywhere he looked it was as though the witch was surrounding him. He looked to the side and every time he did the damn thing disappeared and soon appeared in another area. What was this...? It was just... an illusion, right? Wolfmon couldn't help but feel disoriented from all this- but he had to keep going, he had a mission and he needed to see it through. The Digimon stood his ground and he brought up his arm to aim at the witch's illusions each time they appeared.

"Licht Kugel!" he shot more beams of light from his arm- trying to at least hit something and see which one was the real one but, the mist was too thick, it was hard to focus on anything. Even as a Digimon his senses are heightened but he found it difficult to focus, this must be what the witch's barrier can do to someone...

...It didn't help that his heart continued to ache as he fought against her.

It was no use. No matter what he did, the beams never really seemed to hit one of the witches, and when they did the witch just disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. It was an illusion that was very difficult to try and break through, if not just impossible for someone who was focused on more things rather than just trying to plain on fight her.

So after the witch made sure he wasted energy and time on trying to hurt the illusions, she started to prepare her own attack, much bigger than just trying to hit him with her weapon. This thing here in her barrier was a pest, annoying, trying to hit her like that, and she just.. had to take it out in one go. There was no more time to be wasted with just fooling around or whatever.

So the witch raised her staff which promptly changed into a spear - much like Kyouko's, only much larger and practically bursting with magical energy. And that was the moment she drove through the illusion on the horse as quickly as she could, breaking the illusion that way but by that time she was probably already too close for him to react. She swung the spear, hitting the Digimon and making him fly backwards, and even then she chased him on the horse to hit him a few more times, not stopping the assault even for a moment.

He was too late.

Before he could even react the witch had broken through the mist and attacked him, hitting him and making him fly back. He planted his feet and soon recovered- but then there was yet another strike, and another, and before Wolfmon could react he was being hit with a barrage of attacks from that spear she now held. It was like Kyouko's... it was just like his sister's and that's what hurt the most from all this.

He wasn't in pain from the attacks, that hurt was nothing compared to the aching he felt in his chest from each passing moment. This was too much- he wasn't strong enough... he wasn't determined enough to beat her.. he kept clinging to this hope that she would return or that she would see him being hurt and stop the attacks. That was hopeless, she wasn't coming back- she wasn't his sister anymore.

Yet another strike by that spear and he yelled from the pain, soon the data around him disappeared and he was sent crashing into the ground, sliding across the floor before stopping. He was just Kouji again, his bandana lost and still around the witch's arm. Slowly the boy tried to bring himself on all fours, but even doing that much was painful.

Everything hurt... he was in pain all over... but even so he refused... if he couldn't bring her back then he just had to defeat her and stop her from harming others, that would be what she would have wanted- right? She didn't want to hurt innocent people...right? She was a good person, the two of them bonded over that loneliness they felt at one point in their lives. Slowly that feeling of being completely alone dissipated for him and he hoped she had felt the same before turning into this monster.

Kouji hung his head, staring down at the ground and feeling worthless in this moment. He grit his teeth, the tears welling up in his eyes yet again and threatening to fall. This time a few tears did drip from his eyes, wetting the ground hiz gaze was fixated on. Suddenly all the memories of their times together began flooding back to him, when they first met she was so obnoxious and confident in herself, telling him he just needed to fight for himself. He couldn't accept her words how many times she repeated them, and eventually he grew to like her- feeling closer with her than anyone in a long time. Kouji called her nee-chan to bother her at first but soon the words just felt natural, they felt right.

"Nee-chan...." he couldn't stop himself, he felt like these words had to be said, "I'm sorry... just... come back to me please... I promise I won't waste food... I know you hate that..." he closed his eyes, more tears falling from his face, "when I got back to the human world... I was going to ask you to stay with me you know....! I would learn to cook if I had to... make you things... let you sleep in my bed... anything to get you to spend more time with me..."

A muffled sob escaped him but he kept going, "we never got to play at the arcade either...! I wanted to get you a cake for your birthday too...! This is too much, nee-chan!" he shook his head.

Ah... if he continued to talk like this then the witch would just finish him off and then where would he be? Dead. He wouldn't be the one to finish her. No, he had to be strong. After another moment he let out a breath and soon rose to his feet. The tears still stained his cheeks but he had a determined expression on his face.

"Leave it to me..." he whispered to himself and he clutched at his digivice again, fully prepared to be the one to end her here. Another stream of data surrounded him and he transformed yet again, this time turning into something that he was positive would win this time.

He stood there for a moment and then he flew up, circling the witch and getting ready to attack once more.

If it had been Kyouko standing there, if she could somehow have heard all of that.. those words definitely would have been too much for her. She had been so lonely ever since her family died, especially since she started to isolate herself from people only more, but.. somehow that had changed every since she had discovered that community, things had changed for her. Slowly but surely she had started to care about people again, at parts even against her own will, and she had to come find things fun, even. Playing games with people, talking to them, having people who cared about her and who she could care in return for.. about Kouji, too, no.. especally about Kouji, that young boy who had truly grown close to her enough to be like a real sibling. Doing all sorts of crazy actions and even going out of her way just to try and make him happy, make him smile, to protect him the way an older sister would.. Yeah, that's what she had been doing, even if she had denied it to herself at times.

But right now.. those feelings were already all lost. There was only the witch, who could no longer be reached by words. The only thing that was left was sheer witch instinct to kill, and unless she would be taken out now she would definitely go and kill as much people as she could, even if Kyouko herself wouldn't have wanted that. She was different now.

There was something different about that transformation too, though, the witch could sense that much. But her general instinct still told her to fight, so she wasn't about to back down - before the Digimon attacked, she already foolishly charged at him to attack hime first.

It was foolish- Mangagarurumon was quick and he had the ability of flight as well. When that witch came towards him he had maneuvered out of the way and soon he aimed his weapons at her. He aimed his longer weapon at him that could only be described as a Sniper Phantom and he unleashed a barrage of missiles towards the witch, flying around her and unloading every last bit of ammunition towards her.

He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn't Kyouko anymore, this wasn't someone he could laugh along with and tease, she was gone- he wouldn't be able to see her anymore. The very thought pained him but he had to keep going, he couldn't stop now- he was determined to finish her off for good and let her rest in peace.

After unleashed all the ammunition from his sniper, he had dropped that gun- letting the weapon fall to the floor. He still had his armor and his remaining Strike Phantom, he just wondered how much more the witch could take before she was finally destroyed.

The witch had practically left herself wide open for that attack. She had become so confident after her earlier beating on him that she just charged right ahead, but.. she hadn't counted on the missiles, and they all hit the witch one by one with much more power than before. If she would have been more careful and guarded instead of attacking, she could have defended against it, but like this it was too late. By the time the last ammo was fired, the witch couldn't take any more and the barrier slowly started to crumble down, familiars practically fading away into dust and the walls starting to tumble down.

But it wasn't just the barrier itself, the witch was also dying. The frontal direct attack had been too much for her, and the candle's fire started to grow larger and larger as if she was starting to burn herself up - and that was exactly what happened. The entire witch, including the horse, burst into flames with a bright light. But if he held on just long enough, if he managed to look into the light despite its brightness, then in the final moments of the burning witch he might almost have seen Kyouko again. Just for a moment it was like it was Kyouko sitting on the horse, in the middle of the flames, her hair just one big flame as well and wearing the exact traditional dress the witch had been wearing too.. And she was crying. The tears were rolling down her face, and not from the physical pain of the fire or whatever, since it was more a vision in the witch's dying moments. No, she was crying for everything she could have had but didn't, for everything she ever came close to.. and she smiled even in the middle of those tears at him, nodding as if she was thanking him, for this, for everything.

Edited 2012-03-12 20:23 (UTC)

But it was nothing more than a vision of a split second, and then the bright light became too bright for anyone at all to look into. When the light faded away, he was just standing in the alley again where Kyouko had sat before.. but now the girl was gone. Well, not fully, but.. all that was left was her body lying on the ground, slightly ruffled but otherwise looking completely fine aside from the fact that she was dead. Next to her on the ground was a small black sphere - the Grief Seed, her Grief Seed. The thing her Soul Gem had turned into.

If he would bother to look more closely at her though, it was almost as if, even in death, even though there wasn't a soul in her body left.. she was smiling, just a little, since in her final moments she finally got to have what she never did before. Something-- no, someone to care for. Someone who cared for her.

A new family.

He saw it. For the briefest of moments he saw her.... sitting atop that horse and crying- but she looked at him with a smile that told him she was thankful for what he did. He had defeated her and everything had disappeared- when the barrier dropped he too reverted back to being a human, his Digimon form much too large to stay in that alley. Kouji glanced down, looking at her body as it lay on the floor.

For a moment he was still, completely frozen, his expression hadn't changed from that hardened gaze- looking almost like he did back when he first joined the community, someone who was rude and didn't talk much. He had grown up a lot since that first day, and he wanted to grow more... along with her, along with his sister.

Suddenly all the emotions he had been holding in flooded back to him and he felt his knees grow weak. Kouji's knees hit the ground and he just continued to stare... it was like the world around him was gone and the only thing he was focused on was her, Kyouko's body as it lay completely still. Slowly he crawled over to her, looking her up and down. She looked completely fine, but he knew she wasn't just asleep.. there was no way... he reached out to her and touched her face, noting it was still warm under his touch.

"Nee-chan..." and the tears started to fall yet again. He wanted to hold them back and be strong for her, but it was useless- he couldn't... he couldn't be strong right now... Kouji reached down to her body and picked up her upper half, holding her against him as he cried, "Kyouko...!"

She was gone, she had left him... just when he felt like he was becoming closer and allowing people into his heart this had to happen. This was exactly why he never let anyone in, he never dropped that barrier of his since he always just got hurt. He was too soft- much too soft... he vowed he would close his heart again, not even letting Kouichi in. No, if he lost Kouichi too he wouldn't be able to handle it. He would stay with his brother but never let him get close enough... never wanting to be hurt again...

Kouji cried as he held her, his cries falling on deaf ears- for the only one he wanted to hear him was now dead.

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