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black cat's curses - Blake Belladonna is not a faunus.
10. The Burning
Taichi spread his arms wide, looking at Blake and Yang as they helped Weiss to her feet. Weiss looked dizzy, discombobulated. She was the picture of what an heiress shouldn’t be, and Blake did not have time to feel terrible about it.
“What is going on?” She demanded and Tailmon -part of herself, the devotion and steady belief in her own correctness and her own path, the thing Blake does not have any envies — burns through her pale eyes.
Taichi turned, still flared for the dramatics. “Well, when you and Meicoomon tried to destroy the world, it didn’t work.” Weiss bristles and Taichi shrugged.
“It’s not as if you have much proof you didn’t do it. Anyway, Homeostasis tried to rewind while Ordinemon destroyed and with Meicoomon, the keeper of the scales—”
“The what?”
Taichi grimaces. “Sorry, this is-difficult. I’ve been telling myself what happened this whole time, so I didn’t forget and I forgot a lot of it is weird if you weren’t there. But, well, Tailmon responded to Hikari’s love and Meicoomon responded to Meiko’s fear and digimon are a part of us. You are a part of us. And your partners wanted this to end. Well, that, the old world, I should say. Homeostasis isn’t. She -they — are more of a god than even the angriest pair of digimon. So the collision broke everything and the world you guys are in now is the literal remnant of that. But our worlds still exist in this really, really bad limbo. They haven’t separated fully enough and until they do, we’re going to be stuck fighting the same losing battle. So we need you guys and your partners to complete it.” He cast his eyes to the side.
“All we need now is Meicoomon, but I have no clue where to start with finding her.”
None of this makes sense to Weiss.
Thankfully, it doesn’t really make sense to anyone else either. Multiple dead worlds? Reincarnations? Whoever this stranger was, they weren’t a hunter. She got the sense he wasn’t even alive. That nothing here was really alive, not even in a going through the motions sense. How awful.
The earth rumbled. Yang’s normally casual expression grew worried. “Where’s Ruby?”
Taichi’s eyes flicker orange. “Ah, Hikari. Ruby. Right. She’s where the roaring is coming from. She’s facing Ordinemon. The shell of it. I thought Meicoomon was in there, but Pyrrha isn’t there, so I guess not.” He swallows and his eyes turn brown. “I guess she’s still back in your world— I’m not sure. This was always Koushiro’s strength… I hope he’s okay.”
“He shouldn’t be alive,” Blake says. Then she stops. Ire builds in Weiss’ guts at the sight of those twitching ears, ire, and envy, but it’s dying fast in how those golden eyes look so uncertain. Because Ruby, her partner, her leader, like it or not, is missing and they need something solid. “Should he?”
Taichi shrugs and, for a moment, Weiss wonders if he has anything left to care at all. “I’m gonna believe that he is.”
No, he cares. He cares too much. He cares so much it hurts not to. Just like —
Hikari —
—Ruby. Too innocent and eager and hopeful by half. —
She sees suddenly, black wings, twisted braids of flesh and a horrible weight falls on her own chest and the behemoth of a monster, worse than a grimm, worse than anything that’s created them. The world shouldn’t stop turning because a few people hated it.
The world shouldn’t struggle because a few people wanted to succeed in it alone.
This thought hurt and Weiss waves a mental hand to get rid of it.
“We’ll get going then,” Yang says with frightening breeziness. “If our, if our leader needs us, there’s no point in standing around, right?”
Weiss and Blake nod because they wouldn’t be huntresses if they didn’t go.
Or maybe this ugly murky feeling is concern and honestly, Weiss doesn’t have time to that kind of awkwardness or the power to bullhead through it.
Yang? Yang is just thinking of her sister.
Takaishi Takeru’s best friend.
Good news, they’ve gotten further from Alphamon. Better news, crushing it like a soda can slows the regeneration.
Bad news is that there is only so far they can run.
Pyrrha doesn’t mind. She knows her body is different, better now but still. They eventually collapse in the hollow of a hill. Their partners have devolved to catch their breath. Pyrrha is fine. She listens. Jaune, Nora, and Ren aren’t here, and that’s a relief. Even if they could be a part of this, she doesn’t want them to be. They deserve happier than this.
Alphamon’s power flares, and she ducks.
“Damn it,” Miyako wheezes. “It just won’t stop. We’d need a miracle at this point.”
Daisuke opens his mouth and closes it.
Pyrrha looks beyond them. “Did… did you see a monster with no eyes and a lot of wings?”
They all stare at her and she grimaces. “Right. Okay. We need to point them at each other. They’re probably just as powerful as each other. So. Rest. Then we need to find Ordinemon. How we haven’t seen her is strange.”
“I can assist with that,” said a soft, measured voice. Pyrrha doesn’t know them, but the others do.
“Wizarmon,” Miyako said incredulously. “How… you’re dead!”
The digimon looks, at best, a little sheepish. “Well, so is this world. So.”
All of them flush, like the answer had just occurred to them.
“Anyway,” said the digimon, and longing pierces her heart like a Grimm’s claw. “I’ve been studying these things for a while now. I think I can make things meet. It will just take a lot of faith and a miracle.”
“We’ve got a miracle.” Daisuke’s voice is strong, despite everything, and Pyrrha yearns for a moment.
Wizarmon smiles with his sewn up mouth. “So you do.”