Now I'm the One Who's Dead...

Five years have passed since Oikawa became a demon¾created by his own creation. Time had no bearing on him mentally. He was still no more than Oikawa. His original feelings toward the Digital-World had changed drastically; it had been that he wanted to be the first, and after discovering the kids in his world he was very upset, but willing to let life go on and get there when he could. He even wanted to meet them. If Chaos had failed him and they were now protecting his world he definitely wanted to meet them; even congratulate and reward them. However, he had allowed his emotions to control him, his longing for Hiroaki, and his will to be the first was the key that the demon spirit of Myotismon used to enter his heart and use his body until he had regained all his power lost to the Digidestined. To Oikawa, however, it seemed that things were as they had always been. He did not remember ever having a different will than the will to destroy the children who had invaded his world. He had hurt many and he knew that now. Now, it was to late. He had planted Dark Spores in the minds of innocent children; he had ruined families all and killed many because he wanted to be the first; because he wanted someone to pay for Hiroaki's death. Knowledge came far to late.

Oikawa's body lay beaten and bloody on the ground of that strange world where energy seemed to manifest itself in shapes and colors. The gate had somehow been sealed off and he had missed the Digital-World. He had seen the Digimon evolve and yet their original forms still remained, alive. Then the voice, a voice he had not heard for five years spoke from nowhere and everywhere at once; at first he thought it was just in his head and he was going mad but then he saw the looks of horror on the children's faces and he knew it was real. The demon had returned; but it wasn't until he saw himself manifested before him that he realized how, then he remembered that terrible night five years ago when he had seen the Digital-World, his creation, in the sky above the Earth.

He now knew his mistakes...he was so desperate to get Hiroaki back that he let one of his own creations overtake him. The battle was still raging. His creation so close that he had only to lift his head to see it, but he didn't even have the strength to do that. He could feel the darkness spreading throughout the world, throughout every world. If light was not introduced soon darkness would overtake all. Hours seemed to pass, the darkness was very close, then a new feeling began to overtake him; it felt like a million points of light all piercing through the darkness. It seemed almost to simple, but he knew that the battle was over. The Digidestined had one; and now his dream came back to him....he did not know why it did; but it did. He could hear the children, only a small stones throw away, in the Digital-World talking about their victory, laughing at each others jokes, and planning big celebrations for their success in the future. With every word and every squeal of laughter his dream had come back to him. The little girl standing in front of him, predicting, no, revealing to him this very incident, and everything that would lead up to it.

The Digidestined were not part of his original plan for the Digital-World. He had planed for Chaos, and the Counsel Druids to do that. The Digidestined had been Chaos' idea. He could hear them clearly, the twelve kids chosen, as far as he could discern, by almost totally random selection. Chaos could almost be renamed Satan, because when he created the Digidestined program, he took on the role of spreading evil, darkness, into this world instead of light.

Now he was sad, very sad for all the trouble that he had caused them. He wanted to see the Digital-World first hand so bad, he wouldn't let anything stand in his way. He wanted to cry out for help, they were still within hearing distance, but something was holding him back. Keeping the necessary air to yell from reaching his lungs. He would just crawl over, but he did not have the strength. Myotismon had stolen it all from him when he tore himself from inside of Oikawa. Now he remembered Hiroaki's old man. He asked him the be his friend...if only he had asked that question a couple of years earlier, he would have said yes, but now it was to late. Much to late. He could hear the old man's words; but even now...

"I was there, Oikawa, the day you visited the cemetery...the day you went to Hiroaki's grave..." Why didn't you say anything then. Why didn't you stop me from even starting this evil project...this that has shaped my fate. "...his death hit me hard...it hit us all hard. I just wanted someone to talk to..." Then why didn't you say anything! Oikawa had wanted to shout out, but he couldn't, not with the demon inside dictating his thoughts. "...you were my son's friend...I want to be your friend..."

...his strength was leaving him rapidly. It would not be long. Once again he thought of the little girls words, 'Oikawa, Oikawa. It does not matter. I will use you'¾wanted someone to talk to, about his son, About my friend, he thought to himself. If he had¾'He will try, and he will fail. But I, I, I, will succeed where he fails.'

Bull, he thought to himself. I am dying, nothing can stop that now..., with that he slipped out of consciousness and into the dark.

He awoke with the thought that he would be in Hell. Gazing out upon a world of fire and brimstone, Satan¾no...Chaos¾laughing an evil laugh at his arrival. His life had not been good enough for the other place...if either of them really existed, that is. But when he opened his eyes he saw that he was still in the darkness of this other strange world. He tried to stand. He managed to get up on his feet for a few seconds, then he collapsed to the ground with a dull thud. He could not walk, not yet anyway, but his arms were strong again and he would be able to crawl to the Digital-World. It would be long and hard work, but to see his creation - even once - he would take the endless hours and the pain. With every motion of his arms, with every twitch of his body, even the blink of an eye caused pain to shoot threw his body in waves. He could not hold it back, the tears came freely. He could taste blood in his mouth. A couple of times he would reach for a distant rock to grab a hold of and pull himself forward, but sometimes he would misjudge the distance and slam his hand into the rock with more force then he thought he was capable of at this time. But after some three hours of pain he made it to his creation.

From the second that he entered the Digital-World he felt reenergized. The strength poured into him, the pain that was now constantly coursing threw his body began to instantly subside. Before he knew it he was on his feet walking around. Judging by the sun, or rather the fact that there was none, he had been asleep for several hours. The kids were gone, and the day was over. He began to walk. Why? He did not know. Something was compelling him to the nearby forest. He walked for a while, until soon he came to a clearing in the forest, a few bushes hear and there, but no grass, an almost perfect circle of trees surrounded it. He had had a feeling of being watched the whole time he had been trying to get to the Digital-World, the whole time he was crawling in pain and several times he stopped and looked about him only to see that he was being paranoid. No one was following him and no one was watching him. Still, he could not shake the feeling. He turned around. Nothing, Then a soft voice called from behind him.

"Oikawa," He turned again. Nothing. Once again the voice came from behind him. "Oikawa," This time when he turned around he saw her. There before him stood a little girl. About the age of ten or so. She looked Chinese, but not totally. She had other features that could be described as American features. And then he saw more, something about her could not be described as human. She looked deathly pale. The voice came again, "Oikawa, do you remember me?"

He looked at her for a long time, but there was no recognition in his eyes. "I'm sorry little girl, I don't know who you are," A moments paused as he gathered his wits, she had given him quite a scare. "Shouldn't you have gone back with the others, I don't know if the gate is still open you may not be able to get back."

"I am not with the others, Oikawa, I am with you. Yes, the gate is closed; but it wont be for long."

"What are you talking¾," She cut him off.

"Do not fear, Oikawa. I am here to help you." A smile that was not human spread across her face.

"Wha¾," With that last second he recognized her. It was the girl from his dream, but he recognized her past that, past this shell that it was in. But then it was to late to stop. He had been tricked again, by his own creation. Then a bright light. A pain in his face as if someone was shoving a knife through his skull. Then, in an instant. The pain was gone. He opened his eyes; the girl was gone. And in many ways, so was he. He had been overtaken by this demon that he created. His mind was not his own, and he doubted that it would ever be his again. He was now a host for Chaos. Using all his remaining strength he summoned his mind back to the surface and cried aloud,

"I'm sorry, Hiroaki. Now I'm the one who's dead..."