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Ginga GIRI GIRI! The Universe is in Danger!
By SSJ Heero
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- OPENING SONG: SIMPLE AND CLEAN -

You're giving me too many things
Lately you're all I need
You smiled at me and said,

Don't get me wrong I love you
But does that mean I have to meet your father?
When we are older you'll understand
What I meant when I said "No,
I don't think life is quite that simple"

When you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go

[*] Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all
Nothing's like before

[*] Repeat

---- Recap ----

[Chibi characters of the five appear in the foreground as scenes from the last episode play
in the background. Though, you can't see 'cause this is text. =P]

SSJ: Last time! ON GINGA GIRI GIRI!

Amiko: We (as in SSJ and I) duel against the Maze brothers!

Cindy: SSJ and Amiko ended up winning because Ma and Ze didn't bother reading card effects.

TM: And I save Cindy from being sacrificed to summon... That one Voldemort guy.

DDT: Yeah. And we also meet Amiko's shadow, Black Amiko!

TM: I'm starting to see a pattern here with the dark halves...

SSJ: Anyway! On with the show!

---- Chapter 26: The Armored Warrior ----

The scene opens in the lush, tropical beaches of the Destiny Islands. The bright sun shone
upon Amiko and Cindy, wearing bathing suits to appease some male readers, and getting a tan
while lying on the beach. The bright cloudless sky stretched on endlessly, kind of like
TM's attempts to get a girl on the beach.

DDT was busy roasting up a bonfire on the beach, with Devimon and his chocobo helping.
(Devimon was there to cut firewood, and the chocobo was there to fan the flames.) SSJ was
busy trying to fetch a weapon of any sort from a local shop run by a bunch of kids who look
STRANGELY like characters from FF games. It was the little Tidus, who offered, "Well, here
is a fine weapon here! Just look at how sturdy it is! It is made of top quality materials,
and can deliver a good HP loss to opponents!"

SSJ looked at the weapon before speaking. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, thinking of the
strengths and weaknesses of the weapon. He then thought of its greatest weakness. He
finally replied, "But, it's a STICK."

"EXACTLY! It's a POWERFUL stick! It'll aide you on your quest to do whatever!"

SSJ just narrowly looked at the energetic child and muttered, "I'm looking for an actually
practical weapon."

Little Tidus was taken aback at the notion. "Well, then! If this is not practical, I don't
know what is!" SSJ sighed and turned away from Little Tidus' makeshift counter made from
cardboard. His cloak whooshed in the wind as he turned and walked away from the boy,
muttering to himself.

SSJ returned to Amiko and Cindy, laying on the beach, and looked out towards the waters.
The tide rolled in and crashed along the sandy shores. Foam rose and fell back into the
sea. Amiko then looked up at SSJ through her black sunglasses. She pulled them off her eyes
and peered at him with her bright forest green eyes. She asked, "So, where were you off to?"

SSJ sighed, with his own dark brown eyes shining dimly. He just answered, "Tried to get a
weapon. That kid version of Tidus only had a stick."

Amiko chuckled at that. "Haha... Oh, I can SO imagine that!" she said with excitement. A
thought bubble appeared over Amiko's head, and she saw a chibi SSJ, armed with a stick,
fighting a small dog. She laughed at the thought while SSJ sweatdropped. SSJ then prepared
a spot for himself on the sand by the two, looking out towards the sea. Tenpi was dashing
around wildly in the water with Mokona on its back.

Just then, DDT finally got a bonfire going. Not much longer, the tide came in and ruined
the bonfire. TM managed to get some girls to go off with him. He came back five minutes
later with bruises all over his face. Cindy, Amiko, and SSJ could not help but laugh.

***

At the current moment, Rantmon was busying himself with other matters. The LAN party was
still going on, sadly, and at the moment, Sauron was gaining the lead in Starcraft. But no
matter, Rantmon sat in his own chamber off in the center of his island. He sat with his
legs crossed at the edge of a stone table. The table had a map of the world laid across the
top, and ink marked off a trail. The trail seemed to go through the mainland, to Japan,
then North to a mysterious island, then to the Besaid Isles. In red ink, the words
"February 7" was written by the arrows. He rubbed his temples in painful thought. Dillandau
was there to overlook his business.

"Naa... Rantmon, what is this?" Dillandou asked, trying not to anger Rantmon.

Rantmon sighed and turned to Dillandau. He answered, "This is the course of the Five. From
what I gather from Biggs and Wedge, they have journeyed to the mainland again to Hogwart's
just yesterday." Rantmon turned to the wall, where he confirmed by a calendar that the day
was indeed February the Eighth.

"Dullahan is ahead of them in chase, but I hear it's returning," said Dillandou, not
knowing what Rantmon was thinking. "Why is this?"

"Indeed, it is going back. They are still far behind the warrior. Dullahan has served its
purpose, and shall go back for them."

"What?! I received no report of him killing Dark."

Rantmon chuckled. He thought of how great his plans were. "Of course not. That wasn't its
purpose." Dillandau was silent and listened, his mind confused with thoughts. "Dullahan was
only supposed to chase Dark into the Red Mountains."

Dillandau's eyes widened. He realized what was in there. "Oh... Lord... Right into..."

Rantmon grinned in delight. "Hm. Yes. Right into the hands of Asura." Rantmon then laughed
at the thought. It was a very evil, cliché, malevolent laugh. No doubt, you've heard or
done it, before. Dillandau could only sigh.

***

Meanwhile, back at the Destiny Islands, dusk settled upon the islands. The sky burned a
bright crimson color, and the clouds glowed a fiery orange. The moon was clearly visible,
hanging in the sky as a tiny crescent. Just a few minutes later, the sun disappeared under
the sea, and its light was extinguished from the land.

Small flames arose from various places throughout the island. All the fires were suspended
on large torches over the ground, with the light flickering and throwing the shadows about.
The Five settled in their hotel room overlooking the sea. TM sighed as he settled on his
soft bed, staring at the ceiling. TM then spoke, glancing at SSJ, who was busy killing DDT
at Dead or Alive 2: Hardcore.

TM then spoke a thought, "Why is there a chapter about our vacation?"

SSJ was silent, dealing the finishing blow to Davis with his favorite team, Lei Fang and
Helena. He paused for a bit, thinking of a reply. He then continued typing, "...Hell if I
know."

Cindy then was seen sitting by the window, looking outside. She sighed, "Are we still going
to continue this journey afterwards?"

TM glanced at Cindy through the corner of his eyes. Amiko then appeared, coming into the
room with a bag in hand. Tenpi sat on her head as she set the bag down on a nearby table,
and fell down on her bed, exhausted. Tenpi fell down to her side and nudged her. She
muttered, "Geez... It's so hard just getting food now..."

SSJ spoke without looking up from the TV. "Too much hassle?"

"Well, of course. The other shoppers are like rabid dogs."

At that point, SSJ completely OWNED DDT with his dream team of two very hot girls. "Dude,
you really suck," he said to Davis as they started a new round.

DDT just angrily snapped back, "I hate you and your faster reflexes..."

***

Not much longer, the five were in their own beds (except for SSJ, who was once again
sleeping on the floor), for light had completely died out. None stirred as the night
deepened, and the clock strayed into the hours of midnight. Not much else stirred
throughout the land. Except for in the rave parties, but then again, do raves matter?.

Apparently, it did, for as the clock struck one, the raves still did not end, nor did their
flow of drugs. In that self same night, a fiery, furious, fanatic explosion ripped through
one rave club. Its thorns reached hundreds of feet into the air, filling the streets with
bright white light. Not much longer, every other rave on the island met the same fate.

That night, it was observed by one observer, an author named Dr. Seuss, that black critters
were emerging from the grounds around the clubs. He rhymed, "What is that there on the
road? Is it a black and spotted toad? Could it be a nasty critter? It seems as bad as
Mariah's 'Glitter'."

The bright light withstood until the clock rang three, leaving deep shafts in the ground.

***

DDT awoke to the sound of SSJ's wild curses the next day. With the sun shining brightly
through the window, he threw off his blanket and looked about the room. His vision was
blurry, but he saw SSJ with his head out the open window. (Apparently, it wasn't supposed
to open that much, and SSJ had torn it off the frame.) As far as he could tell, no one else
was in the hotel room. DDT leapt off his bed and strode over to SSJ, who had been awake for
several hours earlier. "What's wrong?" asked Davis with a yawn.

SSJ turned and looked down on DDT, then gazed again outside the window, sticking his head
as far out as he can. "See the craters?" he returned.

DDT then peered out the window himself. He was instantly taken aback by the gigantic pits
rendered throughout the city before him. It was chaos spread out there on the ground as
ambulances raced throughout the streets, fire trucks dashed to extinguish fires, and the
police directed the flood of traffic elsewhere. He muttered with fear, "What... The...
Hell?!"

"It seems that something attacked the island," SSJ pointed out the obvious.

DDT was silent as he examined the scene. Millions of thoughts crossed his mind at that
point. He silently surveyed the attack, and thought to himself, 'Dullahan... This had to
be... Nothing else could have done this.'

"The strange thing is that only rave clubs were hit," SSJ added thoughtfully.

Then, a silence passed over the two. None said a word, nor did either move from their
spots. Finally, DDT commented, "Not much of a loss, then."

SSJ nodded. "Agreed."

DDT then formulated a plot in his mind. Yes. He knew what he had to do.

***

In the meantime, TM, Amiko, and Cindy were hitting the streets, looking for fun things to
do. Of course, they were only met with walls of fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances,
along with miles of police tape around the island. Cindy complained after a moment of
panting in a lonely corner of the city, "Geez! What the Hell happened overnight?!"

TM sighed, "Well, there was a lot of smoke..."

"Perhaps a fire?" wondered Amiko as they made their way through the city.

"No," said TM as he tried to think of the possibilities. "I think it was something much
worse..."

Insert ominous wind blowing here, followed by Amiko speaking, "What could it be..."

After a silence, they all shrugged it off. "Hell! We're on vacation!" yelled TM.

Cindy added with a smile, "Yeah! None of this should matter!"

Amiko laughed it all off. She then suggested, "Let's go back and fetch SSJ and DDT! We're
going to have fun!"

***

Back in the apartment, DDT turned to SSJ and announced, "So, I'll be off having fun, then."
He then headed for the door.

"Whatever," was SSJ's reply.

DDT then donned his torn, ragged brown cape, swung open the door, and left the room. SSJ
was left to himself in order to use the PS2, but DDT didn't much care. His mind was on
other things as he swept down the stairs at the same time of Amiko and company exiting the
elevator. They missed him by several seconds, for DDT was striding quickly down the steps.
He got to thinking, 'I hope that my fears aren't true...'

With that, he quickly emerged out the front entrance and into the street. He turned the
corner, walked down the sidewalk, and disappeared within the maze of traffic and bustle.

***

He eventually ended up in a remote forest of the Destiny Islands. There, he surveyed the
area, and saw nothing but trees about him, with a large view of the cities and ocean. He
looked down upon the city, at the various specks moving about their lives. He then turned
around to look behind him, and saw the vast, lonely forest. He muttered, "Well... I wonder
how far I walked. Ten miles, or twenty, perhaps."

He continued walking again, deeper into the forest. Away from the city and towards the
thickets of leaves and shadows, he ventured on, knowing not where he was going. "That
feeling... It's definitely him. Damn it, sooner than I thought."

The crisp leaves shattered and scattered about his feet as he stepped with his bare feet.
He looked down and was reminded of the poor condition of his feet. He then sat at the base
of a large tree, and examined the bruises on his feet. He thought, 'Ah... I need boots.
These calluses and bruises aren't very pleasant.'

Then, having refreshed his sense of smell in the area of the lush forests, he was reminded
of the harsh scent of his clothes. He pulled his cape closer to his nostrils and took one
sniff.

He reeled back in disgust and threw his cape off. "Gah... I've never noticed how bad I
smelt."

Just then, he heard Devimon's voice, "You were fine with that before."

From DDT's shadow cast on the tree, Devimon reached out and emerged into the world. He
seemed pitch black in the bright light of the forest, as if light couldn't escape his
grasp. "So I was," said DDT, looking at his partner.

"You've changed, you know," Devimon informed.

DDT sighed and looks up at the lush foliage. He saw the sparkling green and the dim sun
through the many layers of branches. "Indeed, I have," he replied. "I don't care to be a
cesspool of disease much anymore."

Devimon laughed. "Not like we can do anything particular about that, can we? I am Devimon,
after all, and I thrive in disgusting conditions."

"I was like that, I remember so. Like that Christmas Day."

"Yes, Taco Bell is bad even for my tastes."

DDT nodded. He returned, "However, I'm human, unlike you. We humans change, and never stay
the same." DDT then looked down on his gloves. He examined the bright jewels studding his
knuckles and the back of his hand. They glowed with a burning red passion, and he could see
his own face in it. His bright ocean eyes, his messy brown hair, and the clear thick
eyebrows reflected in the not-quite-glass jewels. Finally, he said, "Yes, I need change."

"Are you going to reclaim your name, then?" asked Devimon with a smile.

"Heh. Might as well. I don't think I'll be dark, or a Digimon Tamer soon."

"But as long as I exist, you will forever be one. Remember that."

DDT sighed, and looked past the view, breathing in a fresh scent. "I know," he said, more
to himself than anyone else. He then moved, sauntering deeper into the forest. He walked
on, towards the high mountains. "From now on, no longer am I the Dark Digimon Tamer. I am
now just Davis. Davis Matthews is my name."

Devimon grinned, and disappeared within DDT's shadow again. His voice echoed through the
wind. "That is correct. You can not defeat him unless you acknowledge yourself..." Davis
smiled.

***

Meanwhile, SSJ and company were wandering throughout the city. By this time, the major
streets were open, and a slow trickle of traffic passed through the streets. The still
existent presence of police and fire trucks reminded SSJ of a needed piece of equipment. He
muttered, "I need a sword. Badly."

Cindy just said thoughtfully, "Y'know, maybe Mokona can become one!"

SSJ looked back at Cindy with narrow eyes, then looked on Mokona, who was sitting on her
shoulder. SSJ then imagined what Mokona as a sword would possibly look like. Quickly, he
rejected the idea. "I don't want a pink and white sword," he returned.

Cindy frowned, and Mokona smacked SSJ on the back of the head with one of its ears. SSJ
just glared at Mokona. TM then asked everyone, "So! Where are we going?"

Amiko looked up at TM as she responded, "How about a restaurant?" She then looked down the
street to see restaurants upon restaurants lined up to take their order.

"Well, sure. I'll pay," TM agreed. Then, in classic fashion, a pocket from a random jewelry
studded rapper was discreetly emptied, and TM's pockets were filled with a wallet.

***

Through the streets and through the crowds, a young boy of fourteen or so dashed through
the crowds. He had brown hair, randomly spiked into a somewhat clean appearance. His clear
blue eyes shone in the dull gray, with his sailor top and red shorts billowing in the wind
as he dashed onward.

Another boy, this one of fifteen years, was sprinting after him with gray hair, blue pants,
and a yellow sleeveless shirt and yelled as the gained speed, "I'm catching up, Sora!"

Sora, the boy with peculiar brown hair, yelled in response, "No, you won't, Riku!"

So, the boys raced through the streets, jumping past crates, trash cans, barrels, zombies,
etc., and leaping over dumpsters. Their necklaces, each with a single key hanging on it,
shone and jingled as they pushed through the crowds.

***

SSJ, Amiko, TM, and Cindy were planted in their chairs, and Mokona was sitting on the
table, as they were gorging on their meal. SSJ chewed on his sushi, Amiko was busy eating
her own, Cindy was busy trying out the Japanese candy, while TM was busy on his first
bottle of sake.

SSJ just commented, "Y'know, I never had sushi before in my life..."

Amiko nearly fell out of her chair at that. "WHAT?!" she almost screamed at him.

"Yeah. I never liked fish at all."

"You missed out on a lot!"

SSJ picked up another piece of sushi with his chopsticks. He placed it in his mouth and
tasted it. After he swallowed it, he replied, "Yeah, I guessed so."

TM, on the other hand, was busy drinking his sake straight from the bottle. Of course, this
greatly disturbed the other patrons there as the boy knew nothing of proper drinking
technique. TM didn't notice their disgusted glances as he muttered, "Sake is great. Hm...
Interesting flavor."

"Shouldn't you be twenty-one?" asked Cindy as she bit into a stick of Pocky.

"Who really cares?" TM then took another gulp of his sake, while Cindy just continued on
her various assortments of Japanese candy. TM eyed her candy and spoke, "Maybe you should
eat some healthier foods."

"It's funny you would say that at this time," Cindy returned with a smile.

"Heh." After a while, TM's sake bottle was empty, and soon after, he fainted on the table.
Cindy amusingly prodded him with a stick, and then returned to her Pocky.

"Yep," she muttered. "And he says I should eat healthier foods-"

At that point, there was a gigantic boom that could be heard for miles. Everyone in the
restaurant, well, except TM, leapt out of their seats and rushed to the door to see the
commotion.

SSJ, Cindy, and Amiko rushed out and crowded around a street corner to see a large curtain
of smoke rise out of their hotel complex. Their eyes widened in surprise.

"WHAT THE?!" screamed SSJ.

"Our hotel?!" screamed Amiko.

"Our vacation!" Cindy screamed as she pulled out her hair.

Then, distinctly in the flames, they all saw a giant figure of black. Flames curled around
what seemed to be metallic armor, and piercing red eyes shown clearly in its head, even
though it was several city blocks away. "What- The- Hell- Is- That?!" Cindy demanded in
stacatto.

Suddenly, Mokona spoke, "Pupuu PupuPUU..." (Subtitles ran across the bottom of the screen:
"That can't be...")

Cindy looked down on Mokona, who was absorbed in the armored figure in the flames. She
began, "M... Mokona-chan?"

Suddenly, Mokona leapt off Cindy's shoulders, its ears becoming wings as it soared towards
the figure. "Mokona!" Cindy yelled after it.

Mokona, for the first time, ignored Cindy and flew towards the figure. The armored
figure, searching through the flames in vain, finally gave up, and leapt through the
complex. It actually went THROUGH the next seventy or so floors to the roof, and then
soared away towards the mountains. Mokona quickly followed.

Then, an eruption of screams ran through the crowd. From the flaming and collapsing
building, swarms of small, black critters leap through the air, landing throughout the city
and causing a riot. "What the Hell?!" yelled SSJ as he saw the black critters racing
towards them.

Amiko screamed, "What's going on?!" The black things were quickly approaching, too fast to
see what they were.

Then, a voice called from beside the Crew, "The Heartless!"

The three then turned to their left and saw, distinctly in sailor shirts and red shorts,
Sora. Amiko couldn't help but yell, "Sora-kun!"

Sora froze and looked at Amiko. He squinted at her and asked, "Do I know you?"

Then, a voice yelled from behind Sora, "We'll have to stop our race." This time, it came
from Riku, finally catching up.

"I know!" Sora and Riku then wrenched the keys off their necklaces, and the keys quickly
turned into Keyblades. They then rushed towards the crowd of Heartless, weapons drawn and
ready for battle.

Amiko couldn't let them fight alone. "Everyone!" she yelled.

In a flash of light, all of Amiko's bishounen appeared around her, astounding every one of
the spectators nearby. Cindy followed soon after, with her few bishounen appearing. "Let's
go, everyone!" she yelled as she loaded her revolvers.

Cindy, with loaded guns, rushed forward, launching lead towards swarms of Heartless. Amiko
applied the black makeup from her magical compact to become the Shadow Bat Shadow Lady.
"I'll fight, too!" she called.

She then leapt after Cindy, with her army of bishounen helping to take out the oncoming
onslaught of Heartless. SSJ's gaze followed the armor and Mokona. He then yelled at Cindy,
"Cindy! I'm going to help Mokona!"

Cindy nodded as Amiko and she dashed forward towards the Heartless. SSJ kicked a random
drunk driver out of his new blue Mustang and raced after Mokona.

Though, he wasn't much of a better driver than the drunk, having never taken classes at
all, yet.

***

Davis walked onwards, away from the city. He continued on, deeper and deeper into the
mountains. The cold wind scratched at his face, and his cape's holes were tearing wider. He
still went on, the rocks below his feet feeling most uncomfortable. Devimon's voice then
echoed from his shadow, "Where shall you go?"

Davis replied, "Even if this was supposed to be a vacation, I have to, no matter what, kill
Dullahan once and for all."

"Even if it kills you?" asked Devimon.

"It won't. Not before I kill it, anyway."

"Do you really want to handle it alone?"

Davis was about to reply, "Yes," but he suddenly heard the tremendous explosion that came
from the city on the edge of the Destiny Islands. He swiftly turned round and glanced down
the path he just walked, and through the light foliage, saw smoke rise from the city. "WHAT
IN THE DEVIL IS HAPPENING?!" he screamed.

Devimon stepped out from Davis' shadow and looked at the city. "Well, speak of the
Devil..." he muttered.

Devimon saw it. So did Davis. They saw the giant, shining mass of armor heading their way.
It gleamed in the light, with clear, contrasting shadows on its sword showing ancient runic
writings. Davis began, "It's..."

Devimon finished, "Dullahan."

Lo and behold, Dullahan spotted the two partners, and shifted its position in the sky. It
had no wings, but it was held aloft by the powerful magic that held its armor together.
Davis saw, and knew, that was all it was. He saw the glinting armor, its empty inside, held
together by flashing chains of light. It was merely an empty shell, although a powerful
one. Davis saw in its hand the dreaded Hellfire sword and the fire that burned within its
blade. "Freaking Hell," Davis swore. "Dullahan..."

A gruff voice called from Dullahan, someway or other, "Why... Indeed my senses were true.
It is you, Dark Digimon Tamer."

Davis stood, resolute, arms at his side, ready to fight. He proudly proclaimed, throwing
off his tattered cape, "I am no longer the Dark Digimon Tamer! My name..." His gloves
glowed a bright light. He then launched a gigantic flame at the same time of screaming,
"-Is Davis!"

Dullahan was engulfed in the searing flames that sent nearby trees to ashes. Nothing could
be seen of it. That is, until it emerged from the orange glowing mass of energy. Davis
stopped his flames and perceived Dullahan, glowing in its own flames of azure. He
sarcastically muttered, "Heh. This'll be some fight..."

Dullahan then raised the tip of its sword towards Davis. It announced, "Now. The flames of
Hell shall greet you as you shall depart from this world."

Davis leapt at Dullahan, preparing to fight. He yelled, "I can see where Rantmon rubbed off
on you. SHUT UP AND DIE!"

Thus, their fight began. Davis leapt at Dullahan and launched a swarm of fireballs at him.
Each exploded and engulfed him with fire, but to no avail. Dullahan became veiled in flames
as Davis proceeded to pummel the armor with his fists. But alas, the armor was too strong
for any damage to render itself, and after ten minutes of toil, Dullahan was still fit to
fight, while Davis was panting.

Dullahan dashed at Davis. With a leap, Davis dodged and then clasped both hands together,
giving Dullahan a strike on the top of its armor. Davis would have wished it fell down from
that futile attack, but he had other thoughts of dodging the immediate blade of the
Hellfire Sword.

On a trunk Davis landed, and off he leapt as it was torn asunder by the blade. Dullahan was
on the offensive now, and the fire within the sword glowed brighter than ever. It was
enveloped on a furious flare as it tore through the forest trees Davis fled through. Down
came a tree that burst into a bright red torrent. Up came the leaves, wrapped in flames.

Then with a snick and a scrape, claws scraped past Dullahan's armor. It turned and slashed
at the figure of Devimon, who ducked and threw its claw again at Dullahan's magical chains.

A giant flash of light. A small crack in the chain. Dullahan countered by simply raising
its leg and kicking Devimon in the crotch. Luckily, Devimon didn't have anything much there.

However, it still launched Devimon up and into the air for Dullahan to punch it away with
its steel hand. Another tree was torn to splinters as Devimon crashed past.

Davis began his assault again. During the distraction provided by Devimon, Davis raised his
hands above the earth and called upon his daemon. His eyes were wide and muscles tense as
he yelled, "IFRIT! COME NOW!"

An earthquake shook under Dullahan's feet. Cracks were made in the hard ground. Flames
burst out of the earth and stretched into the sky. With a gigantic explosion of red, a
crater was rendered in the ground, with Ifrit standing in the middle. Dullahan was thrown
out due to the explosion and landed some distance away. Davis, in the meantime, was in the
air, parachuting down with his cape. "Let's go, Ifrit!" he commanded.

Ifrit bellowed a terrible roar, and then raced at Dullahan. Davis followed, tying his cape
up into a thin whip. However, Dullahan was fast for its weight, and braced itself for Ifrit
ramming headfirst into itself. A mighty boom and crack, and Dullahan was flying again and
it slid down the mountain.

Davis was quick to follow, letting his cape grab Dullahan's arm in an attempt to make it
drop the dreaded sword.

No avail. Dullahan used the cape to pull Davis towards itself. It opened its left hand,
revealing the dangerously sharp points for each of its fingers. It aimed a blow, and
reached to impale Davis' gut.

But then came Mokona to help, growing a mile taller and kicking Dullahan away into the sky.
Davis couldn't sustain Ifrit's existence much longer, so Ifrit disappeared in clouds of
smoke. Davis fell on his knees in exhaustion, but he knew it wasn't done.

No, Dullahan regained its senses again, and was flying back, glowing the brightest blue
ever seen. Davis grimly smiled and meekly cursed, "Well, this is shitty."

At this, Devimon emerged from his prison of trees, and saw Mokona's foot. "So, you're
here," he muttered.

Mokona shrunk down to his normal size, and spoke, "Pupuu pUupUU." ("Yeah, I am.")

"I know you can speak English, so stop that speech."

Mokona sighed, "Okay, fine."

Davis looked at Mokona in surprise, but then had to worry about Dullahan's sword coming
down on where he stood. He dodged sideways and rolled out of the way. Dullahan, with its
chains seeming to have more cracks, raised the sword again and attempted to impale Devimon.
With great speed, Devimon dissolved into the shadow of the sword. Dullahan flew past Mokona
and its sword crashed into a tree.

At that moment, Devimon appeared from the shadows and gave Dullahan another slash, flying
under its arms and rolling to Mokona's side. Dullahan's sword, amazingly enough, became
lodged within the tree trunk. Davis cursed as he joined the two. "He just won't die,"
complained Davis.

"Is there a way to kill it?" asked Devimon, amazed by its strength.

"Its chains are getting weaker," observed Mokona.

Davis then looked at Mokona, "Since when could you speak English?"

"I always could. I'm trilingual."

Davis then asked, "And what's the third language?"

"Elvish."

Davis was silent. He then turned to perceive Dullahan, about to pull the sword from the
tree. It would have succeeded, if not for a familiar yell filling the air, "WIND SLASH!"

The leaves around rustled and flew in the air. Distinctly, two thin, white waves raced
towards Dullahan. Before it could react, the tree was cut into three pieces and it was
launched back. SSJ was then seen dashing up the hill, exhausted from his long sprint. Davis
grinned at the arrival but took notice of Devimon. "Devimon, in a few minutes, I won't be a
digimon tamer," he announced.

Devimon sighed, then grinned. It then turned to Davis, speaking with its eyes closed, "Well
then, if it will help you win, then I guess it's a fair trade-off."

SSJ, pausing in his pant, yelled at Davis, "DDT! What the Hell does that mean?!"

Davis chuckled. "Heh." He then answered, "It means that you'll have to hold off Dullahan
for a few minutes."

SSJ paused. "I... WHAT?!"

"Yeah. Until the process is complete."

"What's going on?!" demanded SSJ.

"You'll see... And I'm no longer the Dark Digimon Tamer. My name is Davis Matthews."

SSJ's eyes opened wide. His mouth dropped open. He was frozen in place, unable to think or
reply. He knew the name. Yes, that name is the same! Finally, he yelled, "D... Davis...
YOU!"

"Heh. Yes, I'm from the real world."

"H- How?!"

However, a footstep's tremor diverted SSJ's attention. Dullahan, once again, appeared
before him and Mokona. SSJ looked down on Mokona, "You'll have to help, too, Mokona."

"PuU ppUuu," he replied. ("I know.")

SSJ then sprinted at Dullahan, who was swordless. He raised his hands again, and they
started to glow bright white again. "WIND SLASH!" he yelled.

SSJ gritted his teeth as he slashed at the air in front of him with his arms, sending the
two waves at Dullahan. Before he noticed, Dullahan was in the air, dodging the two attacks
and aiming to impale the back of SSJ's neck.

But then Mokona countered, slamming itself into Dullahan's abdomen. It was launched back,
and Mokona fell on the ground, dazed and disoriented.

In the meantime, Devimon crossed its arms, and the Rood Inverse, a circle with six symbols
circling around the center, appeared on the dirt. It glowed and flashed, and Devimon was
enveloped in a black light. Davis had both his arms and the Ifrit gloves, glowing brighter
than ever, raised towards Devimon. Slowly, bit by bit, Devimon faded, starting with its
feet. Such was the process Davis spoke of. Davis muttered to himself as it continued, "SSJ
should be able to keep it up until I'm done... ...Hopefully..."

Meanwhile, SSJ was struggling with Dullahan. Its power and powerful defense made it
difficult to harm, and its speed was equally challenging. Dullahan dashed again at SSJ, its
fingers raised to impale.

SSJ countered by throwing his cloak off, grapping one end, and whipping it around
Dullahan's leg. With a tug, Dullahan fell on its back, and SSJ jumped back with his cape.

Dullahan no longer was patient. It regained its footing, and an aura of blue flames burst
from its armor.

SSJ wasn't patient anymore as well. Catching sight of the Hellfire sword, fallen on the
ground, he ran, reached, and grabbed the hilt.

But a searing, burning pain ran through his body, and he was forced to let go. Dullahan
seemed to laugh as it sauntered closer. SSJ looked at his right hand. It was terribly
burned. In terrible pain, he cursed, "Fuck!"

"Fool," he heard Dullahan speak. He turned and glared at the thing as it continued, "Only
I can control the raging Hell that churns through the sword."

SSJ muttered to himself, trying to ignore the giant pain in his hand, "This'll be a long
two minutes..." One of his eyes twitched from the pain.

SSJ then sprinted at Dullahan, and with a fury of punches, did absolutely NOTHING to the
armor. He then swiftly kicked it in the crotch, but instead hurt his own leg. He cursed
over and over as he dodged foot, claw, and elbow. He rolled this way, leapt that way, and
became more fatigued as another minute passed. Devimon's shoulders were slowly disappearing
at that point. "Just a little longer!" Davis uttered as he heard SSJ's curses.

SSJ, on the other hand, yelled in anger, "THIS GUY JUST WON'T DIE!"

But then, he got a swift kick to the gut. SSJ coughed out spit and blood and was thrown
into a tree from the impact. He twitched and spasmed in pain, but managed to rise to his
feet in time to feel the palm of Dullahan hit him square in the chest. He flew back into
the tree and caused a large indent. SSJ was rendered unconscious from that. His head sunk
and eyes closed as Dullahan walked back to retrieve its sword. It then turned to SSJ,
knocked out from the assault; to Mokona, still disoriented from his own attack, and then
down the slope to Davis.

It saw Davis grinning, for the process was finally done. It saw the gloves Davis wore now
were completely different, with lightning cracking around it. It saw the black framed metal
now part of the gloves, and the bright red jewels studding the knuckles and back of the
hand. It saw no more.

"METEOR STRIKE!" Davis screamed.

Once more, the ground around Dullahan broke apart, and it fell into a ditch. But it didn't
just end there, giant bits of earth that were pulled from the ground gathered in the sky,
forming a huge spiked ball. It burst into flames and ran itself into Dullahan, whose chains
were on the verge of cracking.

A tremendous quake shook the land as the meteor hit Dullahan head on, tearing the chains
apart and rendering Dullahan defeated. A bright light filled the sky, temporarily blinding
Davis.

After it subsided, he saw nothing left but the empty armor that made up Dullahan and
Hellfire sword, embedded in a tree close to SSJ. He saw the sword and hilt. Not a bit of
its flaming soul existed anymore. He murmurred, "Well, I guess it's powerful enough to
compensate for its lack of soul."

He then looked at SSJ, still hanging in the tree. "He'll need it."

Davis then gazed at his new gloves. He said in amazement, "What amazing power Devimon
had... Truly, this will help."

He then looked back at SSJ, and grinned. He pulled SSJ from the tree, wrapped the sleeper
in the red cloak, and then donned his own torn cloak again. He then dragged SSJ and Mokona
along, with the sword held in his other hand.

***

SSJ awoke the next day to the sound of explosions. He opened his eyes and perceived a
white ceiling above him. He looked around the room, but saw no one. He only saw an empty
chair, and curtains shut tight to his left.

"I bet TM's watching TV again," he groaned. He threw off the heavy blanket and stepped out
of bed. That's when he noticed that his right hand was bandaged. He stared at it, then
closed it and opened it several times. "Well, it feels okay, at least."

He then turned right and walked down towards a door, only to have it open in his face. He
fell to the ground with a large bump on his head, and Cindy sighed as she stepped into the
room, "You go through a lot of pain, SSJ."

SSJ got up off the floor and onto his feet, and looked at Cindy. "Yeah, but it doesn't
matter," he returned.

"Yes, it does. Just look at your hand." She pointed at the tightly wrapped bandages.

"Feh. I don't care what happens." He smiled and looked up at Cindy. "As long as I protect
my friends, I'm fine."

Cindy smiled at that. "That's how you think, huh?"

SSJ then walked past the door and into the next room. He saw a well furnished room, with
TM sitting on the sofa, watching television. Davis was sitting down on a couch opposite TM,
waiting. Amiko was sitting on a different chair with Tenpi on her lap, waiting for SSJ and
Cindy to enter. SSJ saw they were all situated around a table where the Hellfire sword sat,
but said nothing of it. SSJ and Cindy walked on. SSJ then kicked TM off the sofa, and Cindy
sat down by Davis.

"Finally, you're awake," Davis spoke. "We can get this meeting started."

SSJ looked around and asked, "How long was I out? Where are we?"

"Few hours," answered Amiko. "You recover fast. And we're in a different hotel room, of
course."

Davis then took the spotlight again as he exhaled a long breath. He then began, "Anyway,
I've come to confess to you all. SSJ already knows, but I'll tell him again. I am not a
dark digimon tamer anymore. My real name was kept hidden all this time. It is Davis. Davis
Matthews."

Everyone gasped. Anime split-screen action showed their surprise.

"Davis?!" TM uttered in awe.

"From school?!" blurted out Amiko.

"Why didn't you tell us?" demanded Cindy.

Davis nodded in reply. "Yes, from school. I haven't told you because I didn't want to be
recognized."

"That means you know who Rantmon is," SSJ suddenly interrupted.

Everyone looked at SSJ. Davis sighed, "Yeah, I do. However, I won't say that anytime soon."

"Then what else is there to say in this meeting?" SSJ rudely asked. "And what's with his
Hellfire Sword being here?"

Cindy then announced, "You said you needed a sword at one point! Well, here it is!"

SSJ's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Are you crazy?!" he screamed. "Don't you know why I
burned my hand?!"

Davis then interrupted as SSJ began to yell more, "Do touch it. It's quite cool now."

SSJ paused and glanced at Davis. SSJ looked down on the sword. Reluctantly, he reached to
the hilt and picked it up. Davis was right. He felt no pain.

Davis explained, "When Dullahan was killed, so was the sword's spirit. (In case any of you
didn't know, swords are composed of two parts, the physical sword itself, and a soul.) It
was the spirit that gave the sword its heat."

"...How was Dullahan killed?" asked SSJ.

"I thought you'd ask." Davis held up his hands to reveal the two brand-new, pitch black
gloves he had. Everyone took notice. "They're the Meteor Gloves. Some time ago, Devimon and
the Ifrit gloves were one, these Meteor Gloves. They have fused again, and that was how I
defeated Dullahan."

SSJ nodded, and turned to the Hellfire sword. He then spoke his thoughts, "Then... I need a
sheathe."

Davis grinned. All the better. We're going to the Red Mountains, and later to the east
coast of this continent. We will then take a plane to Rantmon's palace. On the way, we
should meet an old comrade of mine who is particularly skilled at making sheathes for
swords."

SSJ was silent, thinking about everything. There were so many things to do and so many
neither of his friends understood. "...And about Dark?" he asked.

"Naturally, Dark is headed to fetch the other piece of the Atma."

SSJ was silent. TM spoke in confusion, "...Then, when shall we leave?"

Davis answered, "Tomorrow. We should meet my friend in a week or two."

Amiko sighed, "We'll have to journey fast, right?"

Davis nodded. "Waiting too long will allow Rantmon and Dark to gain power."

"And that would screw us over," she commented.

Davis nodded. Everyone sighed. "Well, we better prepare for this trip," said Davis. "Get
rest if you can."

***

The next morning, the Crew was on the boat to the main continent. The fresh scent of the
sea refreshed TM and Davis, who were playing cards to pass the time. Cindy was with Mokona,
looking out at sea. SSJ looked down on his burnt hand, leaning on a wall as the boat rocked
to and fro. His left arm was around his sword, wrapped in thick cloth and leaning on his
shoulder. Amiko walked up to him, Tenpi in hand. "How is it?" she asked.

SSJ muttered, "I don't think I should take off the bandages any time soon."

"Ah..."

SSJ then looked up to Amiko. "Whatever happened to the Heartless, anyway?" he asked.

Amiko smiled gleefully. "We got rid of them, as usual. Oh yeah, I caught Sora and Riku!"

"Heh. I see."

Thus, the five continued their journey. Over the breaking waves they went, into the rising
sun. Amiko sat by SSJ and watched the sunrise. Davis' chocobo pecked TM's head as Davis
caught him cheating. Mokona napped again on Cindy's shoulder. Such was the beginning of a
new day for the five reunited friends.

---- To Be Continued ----

- ENDING SONG: HIKARI -

donna tokidatte
tada hitoride
unmei wasurete
ikitekitanoni
totsuzen no hikari no naka megasameru
mayonakani

shizukani
deguchini tatte
kurayami ni hikari wo ute

imadoki yakusoku nante
fuan ni saseru dakekana
negai wo kuchi ni shitaidake sagasou
kunimo shoukai suruyo kitto umaku ikuyo

donna tokidatte
zutto futaride
donna tokidatte
soba ni irukara
kimi to iu hikari ga watashi wo mitsukeru
mayonakani

urusai
toori ni haitte
unmei no kamen wo tore

saki wo mitooshi suginante
imi no nai koto ha yamete
kyou ha hoshii monomo tabeyouyo
mirai wo zutto sakidayo
bokunimo wakaranai

kansei sasenaide
motto yokushite
one scene zutsu totte
ikeba iikara
kimi to iu hikari ga watashi no scenario
utsushidasu

[*]motto hanasouyo
mokuzen no ashita no koto mo
terebi keshite watashi no koto dake wo
miteiteyo

donnani yokutatte
shinji kirenaine
sonna toki datte
soba ni irukara
kimi to iu hikari ga watashi wo mitsukeru
mayonakani

[*] Repeat

[*] Repeat

[*] Repeat

---- Preview ----

[Japanese Yu-Gi-Oh! Preview music plays in background. The five appear as chibi style, and
random scenes from the next episode play, though you can't see because this is text. =P]

SSJ: Next time! On GINGA GIRI GIRI!

Amiko: What's this? Storm hits on the seas and we land on a desert island?

TM: Oh, what WACKY misadventures await on this island?

Cindy: Maybe some small disgustingly cute monsters.

Davis: And we're not kidding about that.

All: Next! On GINGA GIRI GIRI! "Survival of the Fittest"

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