by Ajora Fravashi
*Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon. Toei/Bandai does.
*Note: This is a sequel novella to "Phantom Codewalker". I highly urge anyone just getting into this to read at least the chapters after the first one (since only chapter 1 had sex in it), as everything concerning Ryo in this fic borrows heavily from theories established in Codewalker.
*Warnings and such: take heed of the R rating, especially once I really get this story moving. Trust me. And if mentions of shounen ai (boys in love with each other) makes you squeamish, back out now.
There had been three of them, the Tag Tamers. One was now dead, victim
to a corrupt syndicate seeking the power to enter the Digital World.
The other was bound into the services of the Holy Beasts and the tasks
that one had were far more important than those the young man had as a
Tamer. And finally, there was him.
There had been a time when he was a genuine Tamer of the Gennai Order,
a secret sect of which Ryo had been a member of. It had been before he
met Wormmon and the bond was sealed. He had been reliant on Ryo and
V-mon for protection until Ryo was sent to Millenniumon's mountain and
the Digital World was split in two. He couldn't quite remember what
went on, just that he woke up after a giant quake and found Wormmon
taking care of him. Eventually he had the opportunity to introduce his
partner to Ryo, and all the while Ryo was watching on with the most
comical mix of disgust, contempt, and slight fear. Ryo always did hate
bugs with a passion, especially if they were bigger than his hand,
green, and had more than four legs. Oh, the Tamer did eventually get
over his phobia long enough to tolerate Wormmon's presence, but it was
still an amusing memory.
Ken wondered faintly how his friend managed to handle the employment
with such a phobia. After all, there were plenty of arthropod digimon
about and plenty of them fit the big, green, multi-limbed criteria. He
also wondered just how his first Jogress partner was handling the
solitude of that job. While a digimon might provide company, it wasn't
quite the same as having another person around.
Here he was now, in Daisuke's bedroom with the others of his group,
and they all should be studying for tests slotted for the morrow. That
was the key word, should. Miyako and Daisuke were arguing over
the sugar cookies Hikari brought while he and Takeru poked
halfheartedly through algebra books. Hikari gave up on trying to keep
the others from arguing and was intent on sorting out her photo album.
He had been tempted several times before to invite Ryo back into the
real world and among his friends, but Ryo was older than all the
Chosen Children now and had been since the time in both the Digital
World and Earth synchronized. The Tamer would probably feel out of
place. Of course, it wasn't like he never felt out of place either.
"Whoever developed algebra was a sadist," Takeru grunted at last after
having thrown down his pencil and closed the book.
"His name was al-Khwarizmi, and to be frank his clarification of the
system is much more preferable to the convoluted Hindu system that
algebra was derived from," Ken found himself replying without really
thinking about it beforehand. Amazing how trivial little facts like
that managed to stick around in his mind even now that the Dark Seed
"He's still a sadist," the blond proclaimed before reaching over to
grab a couple of cookies from under Miyako's and Daisuke's noses. Once
they were secured, Takeru dropped one onto the napkin next to Ken's
Thoughtfully, Ken picked up the cookie and nibbled on it. It was...
strange... to say the least. Before that unpleasant little incident in
the desert, Takeru rarely talked to him and rarely did anything for
him. Then these little gestures started. First Takeru was fixing food
for him in Ryo's cottage, then offered that dumpling back in the
Chinese restaurant. Then the Child of Hope was the first to accept his
party invitation without question and had even forfeited a ride home
for his sake. Takeru just continued to do these things even now, long
after the battle with BelialVandemon. It was times like these that
made Ken wonder why.
This was, of course, even stranger. He could read Miyako and Daisuke
like open books now, but he could never quite understand Takeru. Not
that he could quite figure out Hikari and Iori either, but they
weren't the ones making such gestures towards him. And, while he would
never admit to it openly, he liked Takeru's little gestures. Just how
much, he wasn't sure he wanted to think about at the moment.
The two friendly rivals finally settled down after the last cookies
were scarfed down, and Ken soon found himself pelted with questions
regarding their homework. Most of these were, unsurprisingly, uttered
by Daisuke, and he did his best to help without giving the answers
outright. Daisuke just wasn't the fool the boy made himself out to be,
and Ken enjoyed getting his friend to think with just a little
Eventually, however, night fell and they all had to head home. Miyako
trotted off down the street outside of Daisuke's apartment, Hikari
headed in the opposite direction, which left Ken and Takeru alone to
walk towards the Odaiba-Kaihinkoen train station. This was, of course,
another thing that had Ken question Takeru's motives... if there were
any. He couldn't quite recall when Takeru started walking with him to
the train station after study sessions like these, nor had he ever
asked about it. They seemed to have developed a silent understanding,
if that term was the right one to use in this circumstance.
They walked in silence, as they normally did. There wasn't all that
much that could be said that wasn't voiced already, and neither were
all that interested in small talk. The winds that blew in from the bay
were crisp and cool, but not cold enough to be unpleasant, and the sky
almost clear despite the city's visual pollution. It was, all in all,
a very nice night.
Ken sighed as they finally approached the noisy station built near
Odaiba's seaside park. Only the Yurikamome line passed through this
part of Odaiba, and it crossed Rainbow Bridge to connect with another
train that would take him home to Tamachi. It was a tedious process
trying to get anywhere in Tokyo, but at least he had company right now
and it did alleviate his boredom.
Absently he gazed out at the train tracks, shifting among half-formed
thoughts. Every now and then his neck felt stiff, presumably from the
Dark Seed embedded in his brain stem. Lately, once he settled into as
normal a life as he could manage with friends to support him, the
stiffness occurred with more regularity. There were even times now
when a muscle in the general vicinity of it would twitch for a second
and relax as if it never happened. What that could mean, however, was
something he didn't want to think about.
Takeru was talking to him, but he couldn't quite grasp what the blond
was trying to say. Somehow all the noise in the station washed away
into silence as the sensation of a nail being hammered into the back
of his neck began to increase. It kept getting worse with each breath
he took until, thankfully, the pain went away.
Panic spread across the Japan Rail train station as the famed genius
Ichijouji Ken collapsed in a dead faint.
Akiyama Ryo had never been brilliant. He never had Osamu's skills and
never could have managed as much as he did without the elder Ichijouji
boy's legacy. That legacy was left in the forms of technical reports,
programs, and several essays on Osamu's theories. What could be
printed was bound into books and binders, what couldn't was backed up
on compact disks. Now, as always these days, he was sorting through
everything he could in an attempt to find a solution to the Dark Seed
For the thousandth time he cursed the circumstances of Osamu's death
and cursed the doctors that couldn't save the boy. If Osamu was here
they could have found a way to removed the Dark Seed without killing
Ken in the process. Unfortunately, no amount of wishing would ever
bring Osamu back.
No amount of wishing would bring Kageko back and restore Libra's
No amount of wishing would still the newfound emotions triggered by
Ken's acceptance of him back into the boy's life. They were just
supposed to be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. The feelings that
his tsukaimon liked to tease him about was nothing other than his
loneliness making itself known. But then, no amount of second-guessing
himself was helping either.
With a grunt of disgust at his inability to do anything right, the
Tamer closed one of Osamu's books and rose from his chair. None of the
Holy Beasts could help him concerning the Dark Seed, none of the other
Chosen Children he knew could figure out what to do about it. Among all
the great minds among the Chosen Ones, none of them could suggest a way
of removing the Dark Seed without killing Ken. It was quite
Ken had knocked him out of the way of that seed so long ago and taken
it in his stead, and the guilt Ryo carried knowing that pained him
like a thorn that would never go away. He should have been the one to
suffer, not Ken. There were so many things he should have done and was
As the Tamer strode out of his study and past the living room to exit
his cottage, he silently berated himself for the directions his
thoughts were taking. The Ryo that had formed a Jogress partnership
with Ken would have balked at the idea of being more than friends with
the boy and certainly would have considered the Dark Seed problem as
merely a challenge to overcome. The teenager he had once been wouldn't
cling to the past as much as the Ryo of the present did.
But then even in the Digital World a child is forced to grow up. With
a sigh, Ryo looked up into the sky, his gaze following the lazy
flightpath of a tsukaimon biding its time. Oh, how he wished he could
bring back the past and change everything for the better.
After having made a big show of being unconcerned with the world and
its populace just by the patterns of his flight, Savali the tsukaimon
finally touched down gracefully into the Tamer's arms. He cocked his
head in curiosity at the depression evident in the Tamer's face. Well,
so much for amusing himself by teasing Ryo.
Even with the children of Earth gaining digimon partners, few monsters
remained unbonded, including Savali. The tsukaimon pondered this quirk
at times, then dismissed it as just one of those many oddities of the
Digital World. He was a virus that never really caused as much trouble
as most virii did, generally because he preferred to play with his
victims rather than cause mass destruction. Mind games were much more
entertaining, and he chose just the right human to play with. He didn't
need some stupid bond when he had a plaything.
The tsukaimon took a few moments to make himself comfortable before
deciding to dish out his news. Why he willingly served as messenger
and spy for Ryo, he was unable to tell other than that he felt like it
and that it was something worth doing.
"The Chosen Children should have eliminated Demon," Savali stated at
last, closing his eyes as he felt the Tamer scratch behind one of his
wings. "I've heard from a good source in the Demon Corps that Demon
still wants the Dark Seed."
Ryo grimaced at this. Demon had been too powerful for the Children
that dealt with him and was simply pushed aside. Thus the return of
Demon was inevitable. "He's the last mega-level virus, that much is
uncontested. I can't see why he would need the Dark Seed... unless..."
Savali let out a yelp of surprise when the Tamer suddenly spun on his
heel, entered the cottage and shut the door behind them. Ryo dumped
the creature onto one of the chairs with a quick apology before
flipping open the security panel. Within the span of a few seconds he
keyed in his identification code and activated the cloaking and
"What was that all about," the ball of purple and white crowed
indignantly from his new perch. Just for that he was going to tease
Ryo even more mercilessly than usual once this was all resolved.
"Were you followed?"
"No," Savali snapped, offended that the Tamer would think he was
stupid enough to get caught or be trailed by any of Demon's lackeys.
But then there was always the possibility that his poking around had
drawn attention. "Not that I can recall. What's this about, Tamer?"
The Tamer brushed back a lock of overhanging hair in trepidation as he
gave voice to what was on his mind. "Back on Earth there were certain
cultures where new rulers would eat the flesh of the recently deceased
ruler to gain their predecessors' powers."
Scrunching up what he had for a nose, Savali uttered his disgust at
the concept. "That's sick, Ryo. What does this have to do with Demon?"
Ryo took a moment to settle into his chair and allow for the tsukaimon
to curl up into his lap. "The Dark Seeds were all that was left of
Millenniumon after I sealed him away in that crystal, they contain
Millenniumon's code and act as insurance that Moon=Millenniumon will
rise. If the Dark Seed blooms, Moon=Millenniumon shall be born, and
this presents a threat to Demon's status as the last mega-level virus.
I think he might be trying to shoot down two birds with one stone.
Devouring the Dark Seed would double or triple his own power while
eliminating the threat of Moon=Millenniumon's rebirth."
"If he's the only mega virus around, why would he need more power?"
Savali looked up quizzically when the Tamer failed to answer, then
prodded Ryo none too gently until he got a response.
"I have an idea, although I'm not sure if it's anything close to what
Demon might really be planning," Ryo stated at last as he resumed
scratching behind the tsukaimon's wings. "Mind if I tell you later?"
The purple and white ball of fluff on his lap gave a derisive snort.
"If you're going to tell me, you'll do so eventually. You always do."
With a sigh, the Tamer leaned back into the soft cushioning of the
overstuffed chair, closing his eyes to the rays of light that filtered
through the windows' curtains. He had his theories, certainly, but he
wasn't quite sure that he wanted to utter them yet.
He'd have to find some way to extract that Dark Seed without killing
Ken, and soon. Demon would have no qualms about devouring Ken along
with the Dark Seed; and if it did bloom, Moon=Millenniumon would have
nothing against killing its host. Unless he found a way to get rid of
the seed, he would lose his last living human friend. And the greatest
priority of all was preserving his Jogress partner's life.
Ajora: Man, Toei really left Demon too much in the open... The events
mentioned concerning Ryo, Ken, and Millenniumon are from the Digimon
Wonderswan games. Götterdämmerung, by the way, means "Twilight of the
Kageko and Libra are on loan from Meimi. The only original character I
can claim as my own is Savali, whose name was given to him by Ryo.
Savali's name comes from the name of a Samoan divine messenger, which
fits him wonderfully considering the jobs he does for Ryo. Ryo, for the
uninitiated, is the kid you see in Ken's flashbacks and was Ken's
Jogress partner for the games Tag Tamers and D-1 Tamers.