FSE

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I deserve to exist

By Kendo Kawabata

A new chapter in the Kaden and Flame series, as was requested by Dragontail again, who wouldn't stop poking me with various sharp objects till I either wrote up a new chapter or I bled to death. So enjoy.

The bell in the diner jingled rather loudly, signalling yet another customer entering the busy little establishment. The sounds of hungry patrons filled the air and the louder sounds of cutlery scraping against plates and food being shovelled down throats were heard over the audible jingles.

"Ah, welcome welcome" said a giant egg with two huge feet underneath it from behind a counter. A large metal cash register sat in front of him, almost overflowing with thick wads of cash. His eyes were particularly drawn up in solid arches, indicating just how good of a day it was.

"How might I please you today?" said the Digitamamon as he looked up at the new arrival.

"Table for one" said the gruff looking and heavily muscled bull down to the smaller egg. A large heavy looking cannon rested on his right arm, although it wasn't working for the moment. Weapons weren't allowed.

"Over by the window" said Digitamamon to Minotauromon as the big bull made his way to a table that had just opened up. The egg seemed to know which tables changed over before they had finished moving their chairs back. The patron that just left the table managed to squeeze past the taller mon as he made his way to the register.

"Thanks for the meal" said the bright blue Flamedramon. He carried one of his large flame patterned gauntlet under an arm. He slipped his toned looking arm into it fish out his wallet. The only place he could carry it since Flamedramon never wore pants.

"That'll be thirty four digidollars" said Digitamamon as Flamedramon handed over a small amount of bills, which were promptly added to the overflow in the register."What, no tip" the mon said, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he looked up at the blue male in front of him. Flamedramon just rolled his eyes as he dropped a large bill on the counter. "Do come again" Digitamamon called out, his eyes looking happy once again as the Flamedramon corrected his gauntlets and left the diner, the door chimes jingling as he left.

Flamedramon left the diner, a happy and full feeling in his stomach as he made his way down the path that lead up to the building. The food had been particularly good that day. He gave a light but content sigh as he began to stride along the road heading towards the nearby town.

Things in the digital world had become better for many since the war against the Order had ended. Quite some time had passed since the end of the war, until the digital worlds internal clock had been sped up to match that of the real world. But if there was a difference, nobody seemed to notice.

The sun was out that day, a particularly good state of weather had held up over the last few days, giving the digital world the weather it deserved. The walk into town was a very pleasant one, the sun managed to warm his bright blue skin. It did feel good, but he hurried anyway to get into the towns main gates before he got sunburnt.

Flamedramon was just a happy travelling digimon, drifting from one town to the next. It was a good feeling to be able to go wherever he wanted, and just travel the digital countryside to see what lay beyond the hill. Picking up a few odd jobs here and there helped fill his wallet for the essentials, and travelling by himself meant that he could go when he wanted without asking.

The current town he was visiting was a market town, made up like one giant walkthrough bazaar. Dozens of multi digimon sat behind little trinket and food stalls, selling everything from meat grown in flower pots to dissassembled bike parts. And every single one seemed to shout at him to come and buy.

Flamedramon wasn't really interested in buying anything that day, but villages like this one were always fun to wander around and see what was available. Besides, the right item could make his wallet a lot lighter. And add to extra carrying weight.

A dark green skinned Goblimon called out that he had the best home grown meat in the district. A nearby Wizardmon in a dark purple robe proclaimed he was selling the best attribute defence medallions in the entire market. A sitting Pandamon on a large purple rug proudly displayed hand crafted pots and vases that were perfect for any home.

They all seemed to shout out the same thing as the other did. Come buy this because this is the best thing in this and this etc etc. He found himself amused, with everyone around trying to sell him things he didn't really need. Still, the attention was fun. Although the shouting was bound to start deafening him sometime soon.

He did notice a stall that got his attention more then the others. It was being run by a large green digimon covered in muscles with a wild looking silvery mane, two big black horns and the biggest mouth Flamedramon had seen. He recognised him as an Ogremon.

Flamedramon stepped up to the stall and looked over the large black and white posters he seemed to be selling. Each one had a different digimon listed on it, mostly just large upclose facials.

"Are you selling portraits or something" he asked as he picked up a black and white poster of a happy looking dragon with a square snout and rather big happy looking eyes.

"Missing mon posters" said the Ogremon as he unfurled another rolled up poster. This one had a Sunflowmon, a large sunflower dragon pictured on it.

"Missing?" Flamedramon asked as he looked at the paper again. The digital language above the poster read 'missing', and he wondered for a momemt how stupid he had to have been to miss something to obviously right in front of him.

"Guilmon. Missing by Battery Farm three days ago" he read as he looked it over. "How do you know he was missing?" he asked. Ogremon tacked the poster up before he digged into his box and brought out another rolled up poster.

"Because he went there to meet someone. And never showed up" Ogremon said as he tacked the new poster up amongst some more. Flamedramon put Guilmons poster down as he looked up at the new poster. It was a dark and evil looking clown.

"A Piedmon went missing?" Flamedramon asked as he looked at the poster. It read that the Piedmon had been missing for a week.

"He was the bridge guard up at Windy Peaks" said Ogremon. "Looks like he was dragged off or something" he said with a light shrug on his large shoulders. "Digimon have been going missing for the past month or so. Really strange thing about the whole deal" he said.

"Why, what's so strange about them disappearing? How do Digimon even go missing in the first place?" he asked as he continued to look over the posters. There were a lot of them.

"Well, for one thing, they've ranged from rookie level to mega" Ogremon said. "And from what I've heard, they were all dragged off in the middle of a fight it seems. They've been taken from empty areas and public places. So nobody really knows what's going on with this. But there's the weirdest thing about it all" he said.

"What's the weirdest part?" Flamedramon asked as he looked up at the Ogremon.

"Here's the thing" said Ogremon as he put his arms on the stall and leant forward somewhat. "I've heard Primary Village has been seeing their eggs appear" he said.

"Their eggs?" Flamedramon asked. "But, if they're missing, how can their eggs appear at Primary Village?" he asked. That did seem like a weird thing to have happen.

"I don't know. But if I had to guess, someone kidnaps them, then they get beaten down and turned back into eggs" Ogremon said. "Can't say if that's really what happens, but there you go" he said as he stood up to get another poster from his box.

"I guess I should be careful if I go somewhere" Flamedramon said as he took a look over the posters one more time. For some reason, he didn't quite believe that something like this could happen. There hadn't been big incidents since the end of the war, so what was all this about?

He eventually decided he had enough of the market. The loud shouting voices urging him to spend his digidollars were starting to annoy him, when a while ago they had amused him.

Flamedramon walked away from the stall as he walked through the maze of other stalls, looking for the exit on the other side of the large village. A large squad of bunny like Gazimon walked past, talking loudly about something or other and Flamedramon stopped to let them past.

"Now where the hell is the exit?" Flamedramon said to himself as he looked around. But all he saw were more endless lines of random stalls. The village walls on the outside had failed to accurately portray the villages actual size.

The Gazimon finally all trundled past and Flamedramon let out a soft "finally" he started to walk along, taking a look around for the exit.

When he looked up after a bit, he found himself feeling shocked at the sight he saw at the end of a line of market stalls. He had to blink a few times and peer a few times more, just to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing.

He thought he saw a human.

Flamedramon took a few steps closer as he looked through the eyeholes of his flame designed mask. He thought he was mistaking. There were no humans in the digital world, not since the digidestined had returned back to their world. Although it was rumoured they could return, as far as he knew.

Could it be this human was one of them?

Flamedramon took a look around for a moment, but nobody in the market seemed to have noticed the humans presence. They were all still shouting out they had the best this and that, and the shoppers were too busy pooling out their money for useless things.

The blue dragon digimon took another look. The human was standing beside a white hovel looking building at the entrance of an alley. He was dressed rather casually in what those humans called 'jeans'. He had a white shirt on and long black hair that swept past his shoulders. He was leaning with his back against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest.

"What could a human be doing here?" Flamedramon asked himself as he walked forward. He ducked past a squishy yellow pile of something called a Sukamon as he edged closer to get a better look at the human.

The human boy looked up as Flamedramon got closer. Flamedramon had to stop for a moment as he saw the look on the human boys face. He had a rather handsome looking teenage face with large oval eyes that were a deep brown colour. He looked rather serious as he looked about for a moment or two, and then saw the nearby flamedramon was looking at him. With a nod of his head he beckoned the blue dragon before he walked into the alley beside the hovel.

Flamedramon looked about for a moment or two, but it seemed he was still the only one to see the human boy standing there. He contemplated for a moment about following him. He did know better then to follow strange people into dark looking places. But, on the other hand, to see a human in the digital world... The more obvious of the two choices should be taken, but ...

Curiosity got the better of him and he squeezed himself past a stall of bright shining minerals and a stall packed with boxes of computer chips and headed towards the alleyway. The noise of the shouting stallholders began to die down behind him as he left them.

He didn't see the human in the alley as he stepped up to the entrance. Like something from the movies he had seemed streamed on television monitors at the inns, it seemed to get darker the further in it went. He could almost make out a disused stall far way down there.

"Hey" he called out before he took a step forward. He peered down the alley, his bright red eyes trying to make out more, but the alley seemed deserted. The human must have left through a door he couldn't see.

"This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be doing this" he said as he turned around. "Following someone into a dark alley. That's just asking for me to get hurt" he said to himself as he went to leave.

Something grabbed his long blue tail. He eeped slightly from surprised when he felt two large hands wrap around the appendage with a cast iron grip. His heart froze in midbeat and his mind went in a brief blank state before he realised what was going on.

"What the...?" was all he managed to get out before he felt himself be dragged backwards. He vanished into the dark alley as he was thrown backwards. He let out a cry as he was hurled into the air over his grabbers shoulder. The market stalls in the distance flew past his vision as he was hurled into the darkness.

Something crashed into him, sending pain through his body. He was hurled into the old unused stall set into the back of the alley. Flamedramon screamed as the wooden frame shattered and he landed on a set of old cracked urns. The broken pottery sliced through his skin as they crumbled easily, the blue digimon fell with a loud thud and cracking on the ground.

"Fuck" Flamedramon cried out as he felt several sharp things pierce through his back and against his side as he struggled to get up. His vision swam for a moment as he managed to get up on his side as he coughed several times, but the hands from a moment ago grabbed him by the arm.

"No...stop" Flamedrmaon shouted, but he felt himself easily lift into the air as he was thrown. A heavy thud echoed in the alley, along with another cry as Flamedramon was smashed into the brickwork. He felt pain rocket through his body as the broken pottery pierced further into his skin before he landed with a thud on the dark ground.

"Why...why are you doing this?" he cried out as he withdrew his hand from his gauntlet to rub it over his back. Something hot and sticky clung to his palm as he realised he was bleeding. He felt tears stream from his eyes from the pain as he heaved, feeling a sick feeling in his stomach.

He didn't get a reply from whoever was doing this. It couldn't be the human, because humans just were not that strong. So, it had to be some digimon doing this to him. He choked a bit as he heaved the stomach contents of his insides up through his throat as he retched. Only one reason sprang to mind about what was happening to him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Just...just take my money, if that' what you want" he said as he withdrew his wallet from his glove and tossed it away from him. It landed with a soft thud on the groun. "Please...just take it...just stop" he begged as he held onto his injured back. The hot blood was starting to drip in small rivulets down his sides. His vision swam again as he felt his back throb from the pain.

He had never been attacked like this before, and he certainly didn't feel pain on his level. He tried to get up slowly, but the pottery in his back seemed to dig further into his back with every movement, making him cry out louder from the pain.

"We don't want your money."

Flamedramon got to his hands and knees as he looked up, trying to see who had spoken. His vision swam a few times as everything blurred in front of him. He saw something walk up to him, a large looming white figure strode before him.

"Why....Why are you..." he asked, but a large hand grabbed him by his throat, silencing any further words rom him. He felt his air supply cut off sharply as he was easily lifted up. He kicked and thrashed as he felt his lungs begin to scream for air as he chocked, but his attacks hit nothing but air as he flailed.

The blue dragon screamed as he was forced backwards against the stone work, his injured back slamming hard into the unforgiving wall. The pottery pieces all but snapped off or slammed in fully embedded as blood red stars erupted in front of his eyes. The hand around his neck tightened as Famedramon struggled to breath. He felt like he was going to pass out.

"What...what do you want?" Flamedramon panted out as he tried to grab at the hand holding him, but the grip simply got stronger. He felt his throat get crushed as he felt himself choking on his own tongue. He felt his body start to go limp as his body tired from lack of air as he saw his vision blurr further. But then the hand suddenly slackened and his lungs filled iwht much needed air. He inhaled deeply as his vision began to clear enough for him to see who was holding him.

His body felt cold and his heart froze as he stared back at a picture of himself. He was confused for a moment before he realised it was a mirrored surface of a helmet that was on his attackers head. The only part of his face that was exposed was an emotionless mouth. What really shocked Flamedramon was the long blonde hair that cascaded down the digimons shoulders. Only one digimon had hair of that style.

"A...Angemon?" Flamedramon managed to get out. He couldn't believe that this heavenly digimon, a shining example of the good digimon that fought to protect against evil, was doing this to him.

"Hand Of Fate."

A brilliant white bright fist slammed itself into Flamedramons stomach, making the digimon double over as his vision went black almost instantly. His body contorted as he folded in half, the air pushed from his lungs. For a moment he hung there, held by the hand around his throat as his body contorted by the powerful burst of light around the angels fist.

Then the wall behind him cracked as he was forced into the brick and mortar several inches. A huge web of cracks erupted around him as the wall almost caved in. His body convulsed in pain as his vision returned and he screamed loudly. Acidic smoke curled around his chest from his severely burnt abs as the hands against his body suddenly moved away.

Flamedramon fell to the ground with a cry as he landed in a heap, doubling over as he tried to protect his damaged stomach. But the pain from his back and his insides fought for dominance and he had trouble focusing.

Smoke mingled with the smell of burned flesh as he held his arms against his blackened stomach. His insides heaved as his mouth was filled with the worst tasting liquid he had ever experienced. With a loud retching noise the gunk gushed forward from his mouth across the ground.

He felt himself crying uncontrollably as his body quivered and spasmed. His vision swam and his insides heaved as the stomach bile dripped from his open mouth. He was having trouble concentrating through the pain he was experiencing as he struggled to look upwards. He felt like screaming, and he could have if his throat co-operated.

Standing beside the Angemon was the human from earlier. He looked almost pleased as he looked down at the beaten down digimon before him. He placed his hands on his hips as he took a step forward to look down.

"How pathetic. You didn't even put up much of a fight" the teenager said with a pompous smirk on his face. "What right do you have to exist if you can get beaten this quickly" he said with a smirk across his face as he dug a hand into a pocket. His hand withdrew and he pulled out some sort of small device with a glowing screen.

"He's a digidestined" Flamedramon thought with horror as the human boy held the device out, the screen pointing at the beaten down Flamedramon in front of him.

"Please...please stop" Flamedramon whimpered as he tried to get up. But all he managed to do was fall onto his side as he held onto his injured stomach. He coughed hard as he felt his insides spasm. "Just...tell me what you want...." he begged as he felt the tears run down his cheeks.

"What I want is for you to die. Just not now" the boy said.

"Wh...what?" Flamedramon managed to get out, but that was all he got out as the screen flashed with a brilliant light that blinded Flamedramons red eyes. He scrunched his eyes shut against the blinding light as his body felt light for a moment before it shattered into bright data particles that swam through the air for a moment before they were sucked into the digital device.

The screen flashed as the last particle was sucked in, and the alleyway fell silent. Outside, the market continued on as the stall holders shouted and the shoppers emptied their wallets. No-one was aware, not even Ogremon, that a new missing persons poster was bound to turn up.

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The first thing he resailed was that he was in the most incredible amount of pain he had ever known himself to be in. No part of his body was safe, every inch of him flooded with a deep burning pain that seemed to ignite to the core.

The second thing, was that he was in some sort of weird shaped room. If he had to guess, it was like being on the inside of a giant television, except in a wedge shape, with the screen on the slant. He had never seen a room like that before, and the digital world had some pretty strange places.

The third thing he realised was that he was not alone.

Flamedramon heaved as he rolled onto his side, feeling his stomach wanting to empty itself again. He hacked and retched a few times, but nothing came out, because he had nothing left in it. He panted as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wincing and hissing in pain as his body spasmed from his movements.

"I see our new guest has finally awakened."

Flamedramon looked up as he noticed the figure closest to him who had spoken. The figure was leaning against the back of the wedgelike room, his arms crossed across his chest. He looked like some sort of twisted creepy clown.

"P..Piedmon?" Flamedramon said as he started to sit up, but his body spasmed again and pain rocketed through is back. He felt his back sieze up for a moment as if someone had just stuck a knife into his spinal cord, but it felt longer then that before he collapsed.

"You were better off staying out cold" Piedmon said flatly. Flamedramon looked up at him as he tried to sit up again. He managed to get onto his armoured knees without causing his back to spasm before he noticed something about the clown that was off.

The right side of Piedmons face was burnt. And blood was dripping from under his right eyeballs. Parts of his clothing were ripped up and there were burn marks all over the dark fabric.

"What...what happened to you?" Flamedramon said as he looked at the damaged face. He had never seen a mega level that beaten up before.

"The same thing that happened to us" said a voice nearby. Flamedrmaon turned, gasping as his back spasmed again as he saw more digimon spread out in the large room. And all of them looked like they were beaten half to death.

The speaker was a large yellow tortoise with a heavily spiked shell lying on the ground nearby. But his jaw was lopsided and his left eye was swollen shut. The Torterramon looked over at the Flamedramon with his one good eye as he winced from the movement of his neck.

"What...what happened to you? Where are we?" Flamedramon asked as he winced from the twinges in his back. He slowly ran a hand behind him, gasping as his joints felt quite tender. He felt several open holes across his back, thick red blood mingling between them. He shivered and winced as he dug his fingers in slowly. He gasped as he managed to grab a piece of pottery and slowly pull it out. That spot on his back felt slightly better as he dropped the bloodied chard onto the floor.

"I don't know where we are" Piedmon said as he looked over at the flamedramon. He didn't make a move to help him. "But we do know, is that boy used his angemon to hold back and almost kill us, then we arrived here" he said flatly. "I think he was holding back on purpose, because that boy told each of us he didn't want us dead yet."

So that was how Flamedramon was alive, he figured. Angemon was a rare and highly powerful champion level digimon, rumoured to have the power of an ultimate. Few digimon under the ultimate level could survive his 'Hand of Fate' and actually live to tell the tale.

"What...what does he want with us?" FLamedramon asked as he found a large piece of something sticking in is back. He inhaled and held his breath as he gave it a tug, choking on his wanting to cry out as he slowly pulled the shrapnel out of him. He was almost done, but he just wanted to curl up and cry from the pain.

"I don't know" said a gruff voice across the room. A very large white wolf with blue stripes was lying on his stomach, tenderly licking at what looked like a broken and mangled front forepaw. Burn marks coated his furry body and two of his five long whiplike tails were clearly broken. Lying curled up against his side was a shivering red and black dragon digimon who had bruises all over his body and dried blood in large patches all over him.

'Guilmon' Flamedramon thought as he recognised the shivering digimon. It was then he suddenly realised something. There was Piedmon, Torterramon, Garurumon, Guilmon, and in the far corner of the room was a green and pink female digimon with a rosebud style helmet and fern like wings. A Lilymon. All the digimon in the room had been on the missing posters at Ogremons stand.

"You...you're all the missing digimon" Flamedramon said as he looked around the group. He felt his legs start to cramp up as he positioned himself back against the wall, gasping as each movement made him shake. The pain didn't feel like it was lessening.

"Missing?" said Piedmon with a scoff. "How could we be missing when we don't know how long we'v been stuck in here" he said with a sneer.

"There's no way to tell how long we've been in here. But we know Piedmon was in here first before all of us" said Lillymon as she cradled her left arm against her chest. It looked like someone had grabbed it and twisted it around like a cheese twist stick.

"And that Angemon was the one who attacked us all" said Garurumon. The Guilmon at his side shuddered and sobbed a bit as he curled up tighter.

"But...but why?" Flamedramon said as he attempted to move in order to stand up, but a spasm on his back made him bite his tongue and a rush of blood filled his mouth. He coughed hard as he landed on his side on the floor.

"No idea" said Torterramon as he rubbed his mangled jaw tenderly with a thick talon. "I'd say he was keeping us for something. But what, we don't know."

"All we know is, we've been in here a long time, and we can't heal" said Garurumon as he licked his foot again. "I haven't felt my foot in a good long while because it's completely numb. Our injuries are meant to heal quickly, but they don't" he said.

The Guilmon at his side whimpered and shivered. Garurumon wrapped his long tails around the digimon and gave him a reassuring nuzzle. The guilmon quietened down a bit but he continued to shiver.

"He's been sick for a long time" Piedmon said quietly. "He's the most beaten up of us here. I think that Angemon could have killed him if he didn't hold back. None of us can get better unless we heal up. But whatever this place is, it won't let us" he said as he uncrossed his arms.

"How...how do we get out ? "asked Flamedramon as he wiped the blood from his mouth. His tongue wasn't that badly bitten, and the trickle was slowing down already. But if what the others were saying, it wouldn't stop bleeding anytime soon. If at all.

"We can't" said Lillymon. "We've already tried."

Piedmon flicked his hand up in the air and several long and deadly looking silver daggers appeared between his fingers. He thrust his arm out and the daggers struck the huge screen like ceiling with enough force to drive the blades through to the handles.

But instead of shattering, the screen merely glowed slightly and the daggers lit up like lights before they exploded in a shower of sparks. The sparks fell down in the air before they fizzled out like stars dying.

"See? The screen won't let us out" said Piedmon as he turned to Flamedramon. "And like she said, we've all tried. But with us all so hurt, we're not strong enough" he said.

"Who...who did this to us?" Flamedramon said in a quiet voice as he struggled to get to his knees again. Silence rang through the room for a few moments before Piedmon went to speak.

"It was..."

"It was me, you little digital monsters."

The voice was loud enough for everyone to hear as the screen above them flashed, and the humans face appeared, somewhat far away as if he was looking down at them through a video camera. He had the same smile on his face that Flamedramon had seen when he had looked down on him. Garurumon let out a snarl at the image, as the others turned to look.

"Alright brat, tell us who you are and what you want with us" said Piedmon angrily as he scowled up at the ceiling. "You better tell us or else."

"Or what? What can you possibly do to me from in there" said the human boy with a grin across his features. Piedmon fell silent and did not reply and the human boy laughed. "That's what I thought. You can't do anything. So, if I were in your shoes, I'd all listen up, because I'm the one holding your meaningless lives in my hands."

Piedmon fell silent as the other digimon got up and gathered around the dark clown. Torterramon stood and wandered up beside him as Lillymon walked over. Flamedramon managed to get to his feet after his back seized up again and Garurumon stood up. Only Guilmon lay curled up, still shivering against himself.

"You're a digidestined, aren't you?" said Garurumon as he looked up at the screen.

"Of course I am. Who else could trap you little runts in a digivice?" the human boy said with a grin.

"We're inside his digivice?" Said Torterramon. The other digimon looked somewhat surprised to know that. "Makes sense" Torterramon said in an undertone as he looked up at the ceiling.

"What's your name, and why are you doing this to us?" Flamedramon asked. The boy merely smirked as he looked as if he was in no hurry to give out such information.

"What do you mean, meaningless?" Lilymon asked.

"That's what I mean. Meaningless" said the human boy. "And my name is Scott. Not that it will do you much good since you won't be alive much longer" Scott said.

"What are you talking about?" Piedmon said as anger morphed his face. "Tell us what's going on" he demanded.

"It's very simple" said Scott. "I'm going to let you all out one by one, and you're all going to fight my Angemon" he said. The digimon took a step back at the news, as if they didn't believe what they were hearing.

"Fight him? How can we fight him? He's already beaten us down to the point where we can barely move" Torterramon said in anger. But Scott didn't seem to ehar him as he continued to speak.

"If you can beat him, then I'll let you go back to the Digital world as you are. No fuss, no muss. And even if you do get beaten by him, you get returned to Primary village via the egg process. No problems" said Scott. "So, one way or the other, you'll go back."

"What makes you think we're going to do that?" said Garurumon. "Win or lose, you'll send us back, is that your stupid idea?" he snarled.

"Forget you. I'm not going to fight you or your stupid angel" said Torterramon.

Scots large face broke out into an even bigger grin as his finger appeared above the screen for a moment.

"If you don't fight, then I'm afraid this will happen" Scott said as the finger pressed down.

Beside them, Guilmon screamed. The digimon all turned around as they watched with horror as Guilmon spasmed and jerked like his body was being electrocuted. His eyes bulged from their sockets as his limbs flailed as his body shook and spasmed on the floor. He screamed with such force that it echoed repeatedly throughout the room.

"Guilmon" shouted Garurumon as he and Lillymon rushed forward, but they were blown backwards as Guilmon exploded in a blast of fire. The heat of the explosion rocketed the room as they were all blown off their feet, adding even more pain to their injuries.

"Guilmon?" Garurumon called out as he slowly got to his feet, holding his ruined foot against his leg. But Guilmon didn't reply. Where he had been was nothing. The floor was bare, not even a scorch mark or whisp of smoke.

"He...he's gone" said Lillymon in horror as she held her hand to her mouth.

"Where...where's his egg?" said Torterramon slowly. They all looked about as they picked themselves up. But there was no sign of his egg. Normally when a digimon died, their bodies exploded into data particles and reformed into eggs, before they disappeared back to Primary Village.

"There is no egg" said Scott with a smirk. "I deleted him."

"What?" said Piedmon angrily as they all looked up at the screen. They all looked up in horror, as if they didn't believe what they had just heard.

"DIgimon die, and they return to Primary village in egg form" said scott. "That's what you digimon call deletion. Primary village is like the wastebasket on the computer, your data is just sitting there waiting to be restored.

"But, if I delete you in my digivice, well...That's different" said Scott with a grin.

"Different?" said Garurumon with a savage snarl. "What do you mean different?"

"You get deleted. Permanently" said Scott.

Silence filled the digivice as the digimon understood what fate they had in store for themselves. Either they fought Scott and got sent back to the digital world one way or the other, or they faced a permanent deletion.

"You can't do this..."Lillymon said as tears ran down her cheeks as she looked at the floor. "You're a digidestined. You're supposed to be on our side" she cried up at him.

"I can, I have and I will" said scott with a smirk. "And you're right. I am a digidestined. And what do digidestined do? They fight with their digimon to get stronger to fight the bad digimon."

"But the war is over" Piedmon said. "The worlds been in peace for years now. There's no reason for the digidestined to fight anyone" he said angrily. "So why are you doing this?"

"Easy. You're just practice. No different then any of the random bad guys in any video game. We beat you up to get experience, so we can get stronger. And we all know that another war could come up. And if we want to win, we need strong digimon" he said.

"Now, digimon who fight and win, deserve to exist. Because only winners deserve life. And you, if you get beaten down, you just prove you don't deserve to exist, because you are weak. You are going to fight, and either prove you deserve to exist, or you deserve to die. And I intend to prove Angemon deserves to be the strongest and prove his existence, in my own way" he said.

"So what is your point?" Garurumon demanded. "Are you training to get stronger, or just showing off how much better you think your digimon is?" he snarled. Scott said nothing for a few moments, before he started to laugh loudly. He seemed highly amused by the whole ordeal before he stopped laughing and looked down at them all.

"Who's to say I can't do both?" Scott said with a grin.

"You're just sick. You're a horrible boy to think you can do this to us and get away with it" Lillymon said through her tears.

"No more talk. I'm done explaining myself" Scott said. "Now, if any of you wish to not fight, tell me now" he said as he brought his finger up again.

None of them dared to speak as they all stayed silent. No-one was even breathing, not wanting to give Scott a reason to delete them. None of them wanted to face their end without the prospect of existence.

"I thought so" said Scott with a grin. "Now, better all prepare to fight. Good luck, not that you'll need it" he said with a grin as he pressed something under the screen. For a moment they all panicked as they looked at each other, wondering for a moment if someone was going to be deleted right there and then.

The inside of the digivice flashed for a moment, everything going a solid white for a moment or two as they light blinded them all. The light vanished and Flamedrmaon found himself alone in something akin to a dark closet. His armour was back on in all the right places and his injuries had healed up somewhat, but the pain he was experiencing was still there.

He felt himself panic as he ran his hands over the walls, trying to find a way out. But the walls were all solid and all that was there was a light at the top. He hammered his gauntlets on the wood, but they felt like solid steel. He felt his heart race as he panted in panic, turning around in circles as he tried to find a way out.

"Let me out" Flamedramon screamed at the top of his lungs, but all he got in return was a coughing fit from inside his hurt chest. He coughed hard against his hand, a warm damp and red wetness splattered against his fingers.

"Oh no" he whined as he sank back against the wall, slowly slinking to the floor as he felt fresh tears in his eyes from the pain of contact against his injured back. He felt his stomach cramp up as he held his arms against it. He curled himself up a bit as he held onto his body, starting shake.

"Can anyone out there hear me?" he called out, but he didn't get a reply. The only thing he could hear was his own panting and whimpers from the pain that didn't seem to end. If he couldn't hear the others, it made sense that they couldn't hear him. He had no way of knowing who was first or next to fight.

He didn't fight the tears as he buried his face into his arms and just started crying. He didn't even want to stop by now as he sobbed, his body heaving as his body was wracked with crying. It must have been only a few minutes he had been there, but it was starting to feel like forever. This must have been how the others had felt, being trapped there for so long.

After he had cried every possible tear out of his body and he had a major headache from how hard he had been crying. Shifting himself slowly, he managed to curl up in a position that didn't make him cringe badly as he managed to put his body at ease. Even just a little.

He felt himself drift in and out of a light doze as he closed his eyes. He felt too tired to stay awake any longer as he allowed himself to drift off. For all he knew, he could have been passing out for hours, or just a few brief seconds.

The pain just wouldn't go away. The words of what Garurumon had said echoed in the back of his mind. How digimon healed quickly, but the space they were in somehow prevented that. Why would that Scott person want them hurt and not healed before this fight he had intended for them?

He just couldn't figure it out. He wasn't the strongest of digimon out there. Some Champions were stronger and others weaker than others. But why him and the others? Guimon, the poor thing, was a rookie. Torterramon and Garurumon were both champion level, Lillymon was an ultimate, and Piedmon was a mega.

So where did he fit in?

He felt himself start to drift off again, and he welcomed the brief respite from the pain in his body. But even passing out brought no pleasure, as each time he woke up he was forced to remember jsut how badly he was hurt. He dreamt no dreams and each time he passed out, he was brought into an empty dark void. He didn't know how long he had passed out for, but he was woken suddenly when the floor underneath him trembled.

Flamedramon let out a cry as the floor disappeared and he fell into a bright white light. The light surrounded him as he fell down, the room above him disappeared as he fell. The white void around him seemed to burn brighter. Flamedramon cried out as the light seemed to actually burn into his skin as it enveloped him completely.

He flailed about as he tried to grab ahold of anything he could reach, but there was nothing around him as he fell further and further. The light began to burn him as he screamed loudly, his body feeling as if it was on fire.

Was he being deleted?

Suddenly, the white void vanished and he felt himself land on solid ground. His heart racing in his chest ,he opened his eyes and found himself in the weirdest place he had ever seen.

"Where the hell?" he said to himself as he looked about. It looked like he had landed in a large brightly lit gymnasium. He was standing at one half of a large polished basketball court. He had never seen one before, and he was momentarily surprised at how big it was.

The bleachers on his right were filled with what looked like a whole school of teenagers. Almost every single seat was filled. Many were waving flags and some held up signs, saying things like "Go Scott Go" and "Digital Champion". And they were all cheering very loudly. Like they were at a national championship.

And on his left was a long line of teenage girls in red and white miniskirts dancing and shaking brightly coloured pompoms. "Go Go Go Scott Go. Go Go Go Scott Go" they were chanting in sync with each other.

"This is insane" Flamedramon said to himself as he was too confused to think properly for several moments. His eyes darted around as he realised that Angemon was no-where to be seen. And if he wasn't there...

Flamedramon turned around quickly as he prepared to give into his instincts and run like hell, and was reminded of the pain his body was in as his back spasmed severely. He arched his back and almost tripped over his large clawed boots as he righted himself. Behind him was a line of big burly looking teenage boys, all wearing the same blue and white jerseys.

"Trying to run?" One of them said as they smirked at him. Flamedramon felt his stomach tie up in knots as they all crossed their arms at him, as if they were waiting for him to take another chance and run. Flamedramon took a careful step back as they all got closer, daring him to make another move.

"And here he is, the last fighter of the day" came a familiar voice behind him. Flamedramon felt his heart skip a beat as he slowly turned around, a dead feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Standing in the middle of the court was Scott, dressed exactly the same as he had when Flamedramon had foolishly followed him into the alley. He wore a wide and boastful looking grin across his features as he unfolded his arms.

"My fellow school friends" Scott said as he turned to the bleachers. "Angemon today has beaten every fighter that has stood up to the plate to test their mettle against him. And each one has been beaten down."

"What?" Flamedramon said in disbelief. "We never volun" but the words were cut out of his mouth as one of the boys behind him gave him a hard shove. Flamedrmaon oophed and cried out as he collapsed onto the floor, pain searing through the injuries on his body.

"Shut up" the jock said with a smirk as he watched Flamedrmon slowly pick himself up. His body quivered as he pulled himself up. He righted himself as he turned ot the jock, seeing the boy smirk at him as he punched his fist into his hand in a dare.

"Each digimon Angemon beats has just proven again and again that they aren't strong enough to exist" Scott called out amongst the cheering as he raised his arms into the air like a prize fighter addressing his crowd. "Throughout the digital war, we saw only one thing prove itself time and time again" he said, before he pointed an accusatory finger over at Flamedrmaon.

"That if you're not strong enough to live, you don't deserve it"

"What?" Flamedramon said as he stared at the human boy in front of him.

"You heard me" Scott said with a smirk as he held his hands up in a somewhat shrug. "All throughout the digital war, every digimon we came up against, fell at Angemons staff" Scott said with a smirk. "They didn't deserve to exist because they weren't strong enough to exist. And all the ones Angemon fought today, just proved how meaningless their existence is."

"You're fucking insane" Flamedramon said, before he was shoved again. He landed on his side and his back spasmed as he felt a scream choke itself in his throat. His back arched a bit as he felt the pain erupt before it vanished almost as suddenly as it had hit him.

"And Angemon proves he's able to exist, because he just gets stronger in order to survive. And by the time the next war comes along in the digital world, Angemon wil be strong enough to beat it by himself" Scott said with a smirk, continuing on as if he didn't notice the pain the digimon was in. And from the way the crowd was cheering, they didn't notice either.

"And now, it's your turn to prove you don't deserve to exist" Scott said with a smirk as he saw FLamedramon stand back up, leaning forward slightly as his abused back refused to straighten out properly.

"Fuck you" Flamedramon said in anger, but something heavy thudded behind him after he spoke. Flamedramon stopped breathing out of shock as he felt himself start to sweat. He could almost feel the hot breath on the back of his neck, and he felt too scared to move.

"Walk all over him."

Flamedramon felt something crack against the back of his skull and blood red fireworks exploded in front of his eyes as he was flown forward. He landed with a heavy crash on the polished floor and he slid forward several feet. He ended up in a heap as the stars burst and burned in his distorted vision.

The crowd in the bleachers were cheering harder as the cheerleaders continued to cheer, this time chanting for Angemon. Flamedramon felt like hurling his stomach contents onto the floor as he struggled to get up. He fell once and had ot pick himself back up.

His vision swimming, he saw Angemon walking up to him. The tall and almost towering blue and white angel made the blue dragon shiver in fear. Normally a force for good, Flamedramon felt the urge to run like hell away from him as fast as he could.

The moment he thought of running, he saw the jocks advance on the outside, but what made his blood run cold was the fact they were wall carrying metal baseball bats. And they didn't look afraid to use them if he did run.

"No...no I ...Ican't run" Flamedrmaon thought as he managed to stand up. His legs felt wobbly and he literally felt his knees shake as he trembled.

"I run, they'll beat me up. I lose, they'll kill me. Either way i'm probably dead" he thought as he swallowed a bitter lump in his throat. Angemon continued to walk confidently forwards, taking his time amongst the cheers of the crowd urging him to kill the blue dragon. Shivering in fear, Flamedramon forced the tears from his eyes.

" If they're going to kill me, I'm going ot make it hard for them" he said defiantly against his internal instincts to run as he brought his gauntlets up. The crowd began to cheer again as they watched the competitor get up to face the already crowned champion.

Angemon brought out his golden staff and braced it in front of himself as he looked down at the smaller dragon. He did not look concerned that his opponent was ready to fight. Flamedramon forced every thought of the pain in his body to the back of his mind as he narrowed his red eyes at the angel.

"Come and get me you fucking asshole" Flamedramon said, the language making him feel slightly more confident. A weight lifted off his shoulders somewhat as he was prepared to now go down with a fight. "You want to kill me, come and kill me you angel prick" he shouted loudly. The crowd cheered harder, if possible, and Angemon smirked slightly to the defiant dragon.

Flamedramon ran forward, his legs screaming at him from the sudden burst of speed. But he ignored the pain as he rushed. He swiped at the digimon, who blocked it with his staff. Sparks flew as the white blades slid along the golden surface before Flamedramon brought up the other gauntlet for a swipe.

Angemon jumped backwards and dodged the attack as he spun the staff around in his hands before he went to strike. The staff swiped in an arc as Flamedramon dropped to the ground to avoid it.

"Hit him. Hit him" several people chanted in the crowd as Scott leaned back against the wall, a wide smirk on his face as he watched Flamedramon jump back up to aim another swipe, one that Angemon easily dodged. Angemon brought his leg up in a roundhouse kick and Flamedramon jumped to the side.

His leg twisted as he landed on it the wrong way and he cried out, his entire leg seizing up as the pain rocketed through his body like electricity. He shut his eyes against the pain, and felt the staff connect with the side of his face.

He cried out as blood erupted from his mouth as his jaw slammed shut on his tongue and his sharp teeth pierced the organ. He rolled over a couple of times as the room spun around in his vision for a moment.

The crowd was still cheering, this time it sounded like they were cheering for more blood. The cheers of the cheerleaders echoed in his ears as he panted, feeling the thick copper taste in his mouth.

"This hurts so much" he whimpered as he used every bit of strength he had to pull himself up. His stomach heaved as he forced himself to stand up as he saw Angemon watching him. Flamedramon coughed up blood as he stood up, panting as he groaned from the pain.

Angemon rushed forward, catching FLamedramon off guard. The angels arm connected across Flamedramons chest and he was thrown backwards. He cried out as he landed against the wall, momentarily pinned there from the force before he fell forward.

With a hard thud he landed on his front, his entire body felt like a dead weighted metal. He coughed a few times as he struggled to move his arms, trying to pick himself up.

"I....I can't ...."he panted as his vision swam again. The cheers were blurring in his ears as they blended together. His vision blurred as he blinked to clear it, but the room was spinning and he felt sick.

If only he had been at full health, and this was a fair fight...

That's when he realised what was going on. He didn't know who Scott really was, or what kind of person he was, but Scott was making his digimon look better than the rest by beating other digimon. And in order for Angemon to look better, he was making it look easy by beating up digimon who had already been hurt and beaten down.

"And he thinks I don't deserve to live, because he's ...rigged the damn fight" Flamedramon said. He wanted to get angry, he wanted to rage and bellow.

But he just didn't have the energy to do so. He was in pain, his body was wrecked, and he couldn't see or hear properly. He could barely move as he struggled again, somehow managing to prop himself up on one arm.

He saw Angemon raise his fist as it began to glow with that bright white light. Flamedramon felt his heart stopped beating as he realised that this time, Angemon was not going to hold back.

"No...I...fuck you, I wo'nt... let you kill me" Flamedramon said as he struggled to stand up. His legs wobbled as he supported himself on his shakey limbs, before he stumbled as he fell to one knee. Crying out in pain he lifted his arm. He summoned whatever energy he had left, his right gauntlet erupted in crimson flames.

"Fire Rockets"

"Hand Of Fate"

A burst of bright white light flew like a beam from Angemons fist as it streaked across the court. The light shone with such intensity most in the crowd had to shield their eyes. Bright crimson fire projectiles flew from Flamedramons gauntlet as they flew towards Angemon. But the bright white light blasted through the fire attack almost too easily as the flames fizzled out, and the light streaked towards Flamedramon.

"No..."Flamedramon whispered as the light headed straight for him. He felt paralysed as his body refused to move. His legs wouldn't co-operate and his body trembled as he knew he couldn't escape in time. He had no chance to avoid the attack.

He shut his eyes, not wanting to see it coming as he allowed himself to cry for the end.

He heard something, like lightning hitting glass in front of him, and then the cheering stopped as he heard silence ring in the gymnasium as most of the teenagers gasped from what had happened.

He opened his eyes, and he had to blink a few times to make sure what he was looking at was actually there. Because for a moment, he thought he was staring at an ebony and grey round muscled backside in what looked like a red thong.

"Huh?" he whispered as he looked up, seeing the lean muscled back above the backside. He fell backwards with a gasp from both pain and shock as he saw the dark figure standing in front of him, arm extended and the three bladed gauntlet on his arm smoking slightly.

"What the hell is this?" Scott said as he saw the newcomer standing in front of Angemons target. The figure had just sliced through Angemons attack like a knife through butter. And who did this digimon think he was, barging in like that?

"How about fighting someone you didn't beat up beforehand?" said a loud voice as a dark blonde haired teenager in a winged triangle t-shirt walked to stand beside the new digimon. He carried a satchel bag against his side and he stood with confidence as he looked over at Scott.

"Kaden?" Scott said in disbelief and some shock as he saw his former team member standing there. Behind him, the cheerleaders had stopped their chants and were hunched together, asking each other what was going on. As were all the teenagers muttering to each other in hushed voices.

"Hello Scott. You're still the biggest dickhead you ever were" Kaden said as he ignored the mutterings of the kids in the bleachers at the edge of the courts.

"Who said you could barge in here, and disrupt all this?" Scott said in anger as he walked up to Kaden, who didn't flinch to the older boy. "And who the hell is this idiot you dragged in?"

"This is my partner, the one you said every day didn't exist and was a waste of time believing in someone make believe" Kaden said. Scott took a step backwards in surprise for a moment as he looked at the new digimon. He looked like he didn't believe what he was seeing, after denying the digimons existence for so long.

"Meet Flame, my Darkflamedramon" Kaden said, a small smile on his lips as he felt amused by the look on Scotts face. The teenagers in the bleachers let out surprised chatter as they heard the news. Scott stared for several moments in disbelief, before he regained himself and smirks widely.

"So you finally found a damn partner. And so what, you just waltz in here to disrupt everything?" Scott said. "You know, you never did do anything in the digital war but complain and whine" he added with a grin as he spoke in a louder tone. "Such a freaking wimp, always letting other digimon fight his battles for him."

"I'm not here to debate the past" Kaden said as he looked at scott. "I couldn't care less what you have to say, or what you want everyone here to think of me. So say whatever you like. I'm not hear to give a damn about that" he said.

"So why are you here then?" Scott said with smirk. "Surely you can't be here to do something so stupid like challenge me" he said loudly. His jock buddies laughed as they seemed amused by the suggestion, and most in the bleachers laughed as well.

"We're here to beat your ass" Flame said as he took a step forward.

"You're what?" Scott said with a smirk as he laughed somewhat. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you just said. I thought I heard you say you want to beat me."

"We do. Or are you chicken because Flame is actually at full health, unlike the others you've been killing off?" Kaden said. A surprised ripple of conversation rang through the gymnasium as everyone wondered the same thing now that it was suggested. Scott scoffed as the laughter died down.

"Who said I was scared?" he said with a smirk.

"So fight us" Kaden said. "Your champion against mine" he challenged.

"Well, maybe I don't want to fight you and your partner" Scott said with a smirk. "I could just be afraid that Angemon could beat you easily because he's so strong" he said. "So, you're just not worth him dirtying his fist with" he said as he turned around to walk away.

"Or maybe your just a pussy with no balls" Flame said loudly enough for everyone to hear it. The gymnasium went silent for a few moments as Scott stopped walked. Slowly, the boy turned around with a murderous look in his eyes.

"He'll kill you for that" he said in anger, his cheeks red with fury.

"Prove it bitch" Kaden said flatly. He gave a smirk as Scotts murderous look boiled over as his face went bright red in fury.

"Fuck them up" Scott shouted at Angemon, who drew his staff and rushed forward, his half covered face set in a murderous look at the ones who insulted his partner.

"Move it "Flame said as he ran forward, his blades drawn as he ran without hesitation.

"You heard him" Kaden said as he grabbed Flamedramon by the arm. Suddenly remembering where he was, and just how much pain he was in, Flamedramon let out a cry as he was practically yanked off the court.

Angemon brought his staff up to swing at Flame, but the dark digimon was quick, and the staff landed on the ground with heavy thud that shook the ground. Flame was already behind him as he leapt up and landed a hard kick to the back of the angels head.

"Now we get to see a real fight" someone in the bleachers shouted as the crowd began to cheer again as the action began to heat up. Angemon picked himself up, enraged that someone had the guts to hit him as he went back on the attack.

"Who...who are you?" Flamedramon asked as Kaden helped him against the wall. He looked up to see sparks fly through the air as Flames blades clashed with the golden staff.

"I'm kaden, one of the digidestined. Well, I was. I left the group after the war" Kaden said as he helped Flamedramon to sit up against the wall. "Tell me where it hurts."

"What...what are you doing here?" Flamedramon asked. "And all over. He beat me up in a market alley" he said as Angemon missed another attack.

"I got word that Scott was using other digimon to stage fights, and I came to stop him" Kaden said as he reached into his satchel and pulled out a cloth. "Hold still while I get this blood off you" he said.

Flame jumped back as Angemon swung his staff and he felt it whistle past, barely missing him by an inch or two. He swung his leg up and connected with the angels side, making him oomph as he was knocked down against the ground.

Flamedramon felt the soft touches of the cloth against his wounds, feeling it clean off the blood. The older wounds were starting to close up, a sign that at least he was beginning to heal. He let out a soft groan as the cloth was rubbed over the dark bruises appearing on his stomach.

"Beat him already" Scott shouted at his Angemon as the angel flew at the Darkflamedramon and swung again. Flame caught it between his blades and twisted, the staff bending with a groaning noise as he swung his other set of blades up. Angemon cried out as crimson streaks flew from his chest.

The cheerleaders reformed in front of the bleachers and had began cheering again, but this time they had changed sides. The kids in the bleachers were one by one taking down their Angemon favoured posters and were instead cheering for the one putting up an actual fight.

"Why...why is Scott doing this?" Flamedramon asked as he felt the cloth gently dabbed at the blood leaking down the side of his face from his cut tongue.

"Because Scott always liked being the bigger guy" Kaden said. "It's kind of a running trend in a way" he said as he wiped gently, seeing Flamedramon wince. "The only reason he's doing this, is to prove he's better than the rest of us."

"So..that stuff..he was saying about...proving our existence to make his digimon stronger..." Flamedramon said as Kaden dragged the cloth gently down to the blood marks on his pecs.

"He was showboating" Kaden said. "All he was doing, was just trying to make himself better then he already is" he said. "He was always like that. He saw digimon who got beaten by his as weak and not deserving of existence because of it. And he didn't stop enjoying the feeling of being on top" he said.

Scott was losing his grip on the situation. After all the battles that Angemon had done during the day, the digimon was starting to wear down. Beating up the digimon he had previously weakened hadn't taken much of a toll, but it had taken a toll regardless. Fighting a digimon who was at full health and probably just as strong, was not going to end well.

Angemon was beginning to pant, Flame not even breaking a sweat. The crowd was cheering for the dark digimon, because he was on the winning side. And he even looked cooler. The two digimon clashed again and threw each other away, both landing at each end of the basketball court.

"Hand Of Fate" Angemon shouted as he blasted a beam of white light at the other digimon. Flame saw it streak through the air as it headed towards him. He smirked. Too easy.

"Midnight Fire" Flame shouted as black flames erupted across his body as he leapt into the air. The flames blossomed as they split into three fiery images of the dark digimon. One flew straight at the beam of light, a brilliant white and black explosion burned in the air as they both collided. One streaked past Angemon and spun around, rushing up to collide with his back, erupting in a forcefull burst of flames. Angemon cried out as he was hurled forward into the last fiery image.

He collided and cried out as his body erupted in dark flames, his body burning as he fell to the ground. Smoke curled around his limbs and burned wings as he laid sprawled on the polished floor, his limbs twitching from the burning fire.

The image that had collided with him from behind burned out as Flame brushed himself off, almost shrugging off the attack he pulled off as he turned to walk away.

"Angemon, get up" Scott shouted at his digimon, but the angel didn't move. He was down and out and the crowd was cheering, bursting into applause as they cheered for their new champion.

"Well, that takes care of that" Flame said as he walked over to Kaden and the Flamedrmaon. "Shall we get him out of here?"

"Yeah, let's go. Before we get lynched by some adoring fans" Kaden said as they both helped the beaten Flamedramon up on their shoulders. They were careful as Flamedrmaon whimpered from the pain still evident in his back.

"Hey, you're not going anywhere" Scott yelled as he ran forward. "How dare you do that to my Angemon. How dare you beat him. I bet you cheated, cause there was no way you could beat him straight up like that" Scott shouted, his face red with furious anger.

"Yeah, there's no possible way Flame could beat him a fair fight" Kaden said as he held the Flamedramon between him and his digimon. "It's not like he was beaten down beforehand and captured to fight for entertainment" he said.

"How... how dare you" Scott shouted as Angemon managed to somehow roll onto his side as he panted from the pain he found himself in. "How dare you come in here and make accusations and ruin all this, you...you asshole" he shouted.

"Is that the best you can come up with?" Kaden said as he and Flame supported the Flamedramon between them both. "Cause if it is, you're stupider then I thought."

"You just waltz in here, after crying and acting like a little baby, getting every other digimon to fight your battles for you, you just waltz in here and act like your better than me?" Scott shouted above the cheering.

"I don't have to explain anything to you. Except that you're a dick, and a killer" Kaden said as they turned to leave.

"I'm not a killer. These digimon, they're no different then things you kill to train in games like World of Warcraft" Scott said. "If they get beaten, they don't deserve to exist, cause they're nothing but targets" he said.

Kaden stopped and looked over his shoulder at Scott with contempt upon his face.

"Then if that's what you truly believe about digimon, then Angemon doesn't' deserve to live after being a target for Flame to get stronger" he said flatly. He did not look back as they left the gymnasium through the locker room doors behind the bleachers, the cheers of the crowd outside dying out in the distance.

The locker room was wide spaced and empty, their footsteps echoing slightly on the tiled floor underneath them. The lights flickered on as the lightswitch was flipped on and lit up the room in a bright fluorescent lighting.

Flame took the support of the injured digimon as Kaden made sure the doors were locked behind them. He rejoined them both as they helped the Flamedmron into the showering area, helping him to carefully sit down on a bench under the showerheads.

"Thank you" Flamedrmaon said softly as he felt himself be carefully helped down. He looked up as he saw Kaden hold out his digivice and press a few buttons. "What...what are you doing?" Flamedramon asked, a sudden light rush of fear rush through his body at the sight of the device.

Kaden held the device out and a light glow emitted from the screen. Flamedramon suddenly felt slightly lighter as he watched the armour on his body disappear gently from him, leaving him completely bare. He blushed severely, his cheeks turning a deep purple colour at finding himself so openly exposed.

Then he realised Flames armour and minimal clothing had vanished as well. He felt his cheeks grow even darker and heated as he saw Flames exposed goods hanging between his legs. But neither flame nor Kaden seemed to be bothered by it.

"Helping you clean up" Kaden said as he put the digivice into his satchel bag. "And no sense in getting our clothes wet in the process" he added before he started to remove his own clothing. Flamedramon choked slightly as he saw what was happening, before he squeaked a bit as he felt a light drizzle of cold water hit him. Flame had turned on the water above him and was setting it to a warm temperature.

Flame walked over to Kaden and took him by the hand once Kaden was fully naked and led him out of the shower area. Flamedramon watched them both leave and he wondered if they had left him, before he heard them talk softly.

He leant back and closed his eyes under the water as the sound of the water drowned out the voices, before he managed to hear them a bit better. The water was very relaxing on his sore and abused body, the water running slightly crimson off his body.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I think it would be good for him."

"I think I see what you're getting at. I can see the resemblance in what happened."

"So, can we?"

"We'll see what he says first. I'm not going to force this on him."

Flamedrmaon opened his eyes as he looked up, seeing Kaden and Flame return, both of them carrying soap in their hands. With soft smiles on their faces they sat with him on the bench on either side, seeing the remainder of the blood had washed off.

"Thank you...I guess" Flamedramon said softly as he felt them both start to help clean him off. He felt like asking why they were doing it, why like this, and why him. But he realised that he was just too tired to really care why. Too much had happened that day, if it was still the same day.

Flamedramon closed his eyes and leant back against the wall, feeling the pairs of hands run softly over his body. He winced and gasped a bit now and then when they found a particularly painful spot, but the two seemed to remember where those spots were as they didn't revisit them.

He looked down as he felt one of them lift a leg up and saw Kaden on his knees, his hair clinging around his face in wet streaks as he slowly began to massage his hands up and down Flamedramons sore legs.

"What...what happens after this?" Flamedramon asked as he couldn't help but moan softly as he felt Flame manage to get behind him to rub his shoulders in his strong hands. "I mean...how did you know to find me anyway?" he asked.

"Well, I got a call from...someone" Kaden said as he worked his hand down to the Flamedramons ankle. "And I was told Scott was holding digimon captive and was forcing them to fight for their freedom" he said as he wrapped his hands around the blue ankle. "We just hoped to get here in time to help them out."

"We just didn't expect you to be the last one standing" Flame admitted as he slid the soap bar down to Flamedramons lean chest. "We had hoped to save more, but at least we could save one" Flame said with a soft smile down at the other digimon. The blue digimon moaned softly from the combined rubbing on his body, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by those doing the rubbing.

"So...what happens now?" Flameramon asked as he leant back a bit, feeling Flame lean down over him, almost having his head right next to Flames as he felt those strong arms wrap around his torso to wash down his bruised abs. The pain was lessening and the warm pleasure in his body was rising.

"Well, we can send you back to the digital world, if you want" Kaden said as his fingers rubbed over the large blue feet. He noticed that while Flame had human styled feet like his own, Flamedrmaon had the more bipedal style of feet. They felt unusual in his hands, but a good kind of unusual.

"I...I could go back?" Flamedramon asked as he felt Flames cheek brush against his own. The warm water made the dark digimons hide warm as well, and it felt good against his flesh. He felt himself give a soft nuzzle back. "You'd...let me go?" he asked in a soft voice.

Kaden had to chuckle a little as he watched the display up above him, the two dragons softly nuzzling each under as the water ran in streams over their bodies. He could also see the Flamedramons crotch bulge out a bit, a softly reddening spot appear with a genital slit that was getting more prominent.

"If you wanted to go back, of course we'd let you" Kaden said as he continued to rub the large blue foot. He could see Flamedrmaon moan softly and breath almost contently from the rubbing, and he wondered if the male had any kind of foot fetish. "I mean, if you have someone back in the digital world to go back to, we'd help you get back."

Flamedramon thought for a moment, but the truth was he didn't really. Most digimon lived solo lives, and he wasn't that much different. He didn't have a home, staying at inns and sleeping outside when suited was all he had to call home in a way. He didn't have anyone close enough to call friend or otherwise.

All he had wanted throughout the whole ordeal was to get out and get back to the digital world. But now that the option was there in front of him, guaranteed even, he didn't feel like it now.

"What...if I don't have anything to go back to?" FLamedramon asked as he opened his eyes to see Flame nuzzling his cheek softly. He couldn't help but moan quietly as he felt himself returning the fond like nuzzles. For some reason, although he didn't know those two, they were treating him like someone special.

"You could stay with us" Flame said with a smile as he looked down at Kaden. "Can we keep him?" he asked with an eager smile.

"Keep me?" Flamedramon said in surprise as he looked up at Flame who gave him a light brushing against his cheek with his lips.

"Yeah, keep you" Flame said withaa smile as he gave the flamedramons chest a squeeze from behind. "Kaden keeps me" he said with a smile. "Because a long time ago, I was in a similar situation" he said.

"You were?" Flamedramon asked, slightly surprised, but moaned softly as Kaden rubbed his foot in a good way.

"I was. I was abducted by digimon who thought my existence meant nothing to them, and they did unspeakable things to me to break me down and make me believe how little I mattered" he said. He gazed down at Flamedramons soft red eyes with his own brilliant green ones. "But Kaden made me reaslied i did matter, and I gave him everything he could possibly take from me. He keeps me in every way" he said with such a loving smile on his face that Flamedramon believed him.

"How does he keep you?" FLamedramon asked.

"Well, lets us keep you so you can find out" Flame said with a smile as he looked down at Kaden and gave him a pleading look. "So can we keep him? Please? I'll help take care of him and everything."

"I guess we'll have to get a ...bigger....bigger bed..."Kaden said, his words starting to come out slowly. Flame saw the open mouthed expression on his face and was confused for a moment. Surely the suggestion wasn't that bad of a one.

"What's wrong?" Flame asked as he looked to where Kaden was staring, and he felt his jaw hit Flamedramons shoulder.

"Oh no" Flamedramon whimpered as he felt his entire face glow a deep and brilliant purple as he scrambled to cover his crotch. All the good rubbing on his abused body had caused a reaction he hadn't planned on having.

"Holy fuck" Kaden managed to get out as he saw the black member that had slid out of Flamedramons crotch. It was at least, he had to guess, nine inches long, and as thick as his wrist, or even bigger. It pulsed with a need and the veins bulged like fat worms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" FLmaedramon said as he covered his crotch in his hands, feeling like he was about to cry. They had been so nice to him so far, and now he had gone and ruined it by getting aroused right in front of them both. He started to cry properly as he felt even worse then he had several minutes ago.

He was starting to sob a bit when he felt something wrap around his fat cock. He jumped slightly from the contact before he looked down, blinking away the tears as he saw Kaden had his hand wrapped gently around it. And he was starting to stroke it.

"K...kaden" Flamedramon whimpered a bit, feeling the hand softly stroke him, before he felt a pair of warm lips press against his cheek and this time they stayed there. He turned his head to look at Flame and was met with a soft kiss on his lips from the other Darkflamedramon.

Flamedramon felt himself moaning into the kiss as the arms around his torso squeezed him gently from behind. He felt himself get pulled back slightly as the kiss continued, the warm dark lips nomming slightly on his own.

The blue dragon gave a soft squeak as he felt another set of lips wrap around the large mushroom head of his cock. He looked down with some difficulty as he saw Kaden slowly take his length into his mouth.

He moaned and felt his hips buck without provocation as a few inches slid into Kadens warm mouth. He let out a gasp against Flames soft warm lips as he felt Kaden suckle firmly. Flame chuckled as he pulled away from Flamedramons lips and gazed into his soft red eyes.

"Practice" he said with a smile as he answered the question on Flamedramons mind. Flame smiled as he brought his head down and nuzzled under Flamedrmaons chin and pressed his lips against the soft flesh. Flamedramon let out another squeak as he felt those warm lips suckle against his neck softly.

"Oooh, he's a squeaker" Flame said with a giggle as he suckled on the flesh, feeling it shudder as he reached down and ran a hand over the slender chest, his fingertips finding a softly darkened nipple that had hardened in arousal. A tweak on the nub made the Flamedramon squeak again.

Both Kaden and Flame had to giggle a little to how Flamedramon was squeaking to their actions, and it only spurred them on to give the abused digimon some pleasure. Kaden resumed his suckling of the thick fat cock, finding how well it filled his mouth as he stroked his hand up and down the shaft that didn't fit in his mouth.

His spare hand reached down and under the Flamedramon, rubbing slowly over the toned cheeks. While not as big and muscled as Flames was, which stuck out like two ripe melons, these ones were more soft and plush, giving him something to squeeze on. And he knew he would do more then just that.

Flame continued to suckle and smooch against the dragons soft neck, feeling the tensing nerves and muscles as he sucked a patch of rapidly darkening flesh. He drew his lips over to another spot and resume the process. He felt the digimon in his arms quiver and shake slightly as his lover sucked on that fat black cock.

Flamedramon moaned and whimpered as he felt the humans warm mouth pleasure his length. It had been a while since he had any sort of attention and already his climax was building up. He couldn't believe how talented the human boys mouth was, or just how easily he seemed to take over half his length by now.

"Guys..please stop...I'm ..." he whimpered but Flame silenced him with a kiss as he felt the dark digimons tongue invade his mouth. He didn't fight back as he felt his own tongue respond and the two of them slurped each others tongues as they both started to moan against each other.

Kaden watched as he pulled his head up and off the fat black cock as he watched the two dragons make out with each other. They seemed lost in the moment as they caressed each others head and openly frenched with each other. He felt a twinge of jealousy hit him that it wasn't him sucking tongue with Flame, but he couldn't' help but smile to the arousing scene as he continued to stroke the throbbing cock. He could make up for lost time with Flame later.

Flamedramon moaned as he felt his pleasure rise. His internal balls were already churning as his cock throbbed, starting to pant as he was brought to the brink. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a short cry.

He arched his back as he felt himself unable to hold back as his cock erupted. Kaden felt the pulsing of the hot hard organ through his fingers as thick pearly ribbons of dragon seed spewed forth. The seed flew through the air amongst the falling water before it landed with a soft splatter against Kadens chest.

"Woah" he said as he watched the small geyser of cum erupt from the fat black cock. It felt like liquid heat on his chest as both his slender pecs were coated. He realised this is what happens when you splatter yourself with a cup of cream.

Flame held the squirming digimon close as he continued to kiss and make out with him, not giving up as the dragon experienced orgasm. Flamedramon whimpered as he quivered through his climax, feeling his cock empty every drop of seed his balls contained before the blue mon slumped down. The flamedramon panted as he felt drained of energy as he managed to look down at the cum covered human boy kneeling between his legs.

Flame chuckled to himself as he supported the spent flamedramon in his arms, seeing his lover covered in thick white cum. He felt slightly jealous, since it wasn't him that had been brought to orgasm by his lover. But he figured he could make up for lost time later as he admired the erotic scene in front of him.

Kaden smiled as he stroked the softening cock in his hands, seeing that both the dragons were able to produce a lot, although it was a bit obvious who shot the most. The thick length slowly receded back into the genital slit it had come from, the slit closing itself till nothing was visible, although the crotch area was still flushed red.

"So, can we keep him?" Flame asked with a smile as he supported the spent flamedramon in his arms.

"I suppose we'll have to now" Kaden said with a chuckle as he moved around to kneel beside the two of them as he gave a kiss first to Flame on the lips, and then against the Flamedramons soft lips, who kissed him in return, albeit weakly.

"You'll let me stay?" Flmaedramon said once their lips parted as he regained his breathing. Kaden smiled to him.

"Any objections?" he said as he slid his arm around the digimon, Flame getting behind Kaden now and wrapping his arms around his lovers neck from behind as Kaden brought the Flamedrmaon to his side. He gave him a kiss on his blue forehead and gave him a gentle squeeze.

"None" Flamedramon said softly as he was embraced. He rested his head on Kadens shoulder next to Flames arm. He felt those arms hold him close and he sighed in contentment. "I...I want to stay with you" he said softly as he closed his eyes.

"We'll have to think of a name for you though" Kaden said as he stroked a finger across the Flamedramons toned chest as he felt Flame nuzzle him.

"A name?" Flamedramon asked. "What's wrong with my name?" he wanted to ask, before he realised that Flame was probably easier to say then Darkflamedramon all the time. "Like what?" he asked softly as he moaned softly to the soft finger as it stroked over a nipple.

"How about Blue?" Flame suggested as he kissed Kaden cheek softly.

"Blue sounds alright" Kaden said with a smile. "I like the way you think.

"Blue?" Flamedramon said, looking up at them both as he felt surprised. "Why blue?" he asked.

"Because your blue. And blue is a cute colour" Flame said with a grin and a bit of a giggle.

"Or would you prefer us call you Flamey?" Kaden asked with a grin. "It's rather fruity, and a bit gay, but its either that, or something different" Kaden pointed out with a grin as well.

"How about Blueberry then?" Flame said with a giggle.

"Blueberry? What?" Flamedramon asked as he looked at the two grinning back at him. Were these two on something?

"I'm just being silly" Flame said with a grin. "But Blue does sound like a nice name for you" he said with a sincere smile.

"i guess Blue would be better" FLamedramon said after giving it a moments thought. "It sounds better then Flamey, or Blueberry" he admitted with a small smile, his cheeks slightly purple as the other two smiled back. They looked pleased that Blue had agreed to stay with them.

"So, a bigger bed then?" Flame asked as he kissed Kaden on the cheek.

"Oh, definitely a bigger bed. Once I convince mom and dad to give me a bigger bedroom" Kaden said with a grin as he gave a kiss to his lover, and their new addition.