A Lost Factor

Bonus Chapter 3-Tombe
From the moment his bike got a flat tire and he fell onto the street, Kenny knew it was going to be a bad day. He had to go the the meeting. Adventure, he called it. Still. That way, his mom thought he was going to AJ's for DnD, not Realemon's tower for some meeting where they wouldn't respect him anyway. He got off the bike and began to walk it to the meeting, thinking.

Was he really too young to help? He was digidestined, he was 13, and he had his sister to help. She was 19, she could help...that is, she could help when not being used by Realemon to test illusions. He could understand most of Realemon's plans, most of her reasoning, but not the reason why she kept using Jenni as her guinea pig. She took Ken, illusioned him, and made him do things to her. It wasn't fair. But she said it'd help to make sure she could protect the world. Protect it from those who wanted to harm it.

Luckily, Wazumi had prevented that. By fusing the two worlds, he made it impossible for anyone to come. So, the few of their group that had been found untrustworthy couldn't come back, couldn't interfer. Kenny saw why ranting Brian was bad. He caused trouble protesting about other trouble. Pirelli teleported all over and caused trouble that way. And made Ponce go nuts. So those two were gone. Ponce had his memories modified to make sure he would stay sane, and out of the way. He was 11, and not as helpful. Hidimon was pure insanity, so being rid of her was wonderful for everyone, except maybe Jenni. It was her digimon after all.

Then there was Jasmine. She was probably the most dangerous of the ones sent away. She knew too much. It was her research that had helped Wazumi do this anyway, fuse the worlds together. She was dimensionally obsessed, and too protective of her friends. She could be a risk, but was safely gone back in her home dimension....Kenny dropped his bike. Her dimension had been fused with their own. She was here now, and trapped in here, just like they were. That wasn't good. It was worse that letting Hidimon sit on your head. He began to run to the tower, needing to tell them.

About half an hour later, he had finally reached it, out of breath. He ran to the room he knew Wazumi often stayed in. No one. He went to where Realemon kept Jenni and Ken when working with them. Ken was gone, Jenni was unconcious. And the door was locked, so Kenny couldn't even go in and see if his sister was okay. That was the one thing he hated about Realemon. She didn't care that he wanted to be with his sister. He loved her, nothing else really mattered. But she never paid attention, just treated him like dirt when it came to him being with Jenni. And Jenni wasn't even that high on her list-it was Ken that she was more interested in. Ken was the smart one, Ken was the experienced one, the one who knew more about protecting the world the way she wanted to. Kenny didn't matter there either. He was too new, too young, and barely there. But he tried. For Jenni. She'd want him to help, if she ever got to talk to him. But no, he only got to see the illusioned Jenni. The only time he really saw his sister was when it was like right now. Him outside a room where she was trapped and unaware that the person who loved her the most stood outside.

It was a while before he had moved on, lost in angry thoughts and wanting his sister back. Why'd Realemon need to come protect the world anyway? He highly doubted her story that her partner Jamie said the world was in danger. They had never even met Jamie. That's all they knew-Realemon's partner's name was Jamie. He walked to other rooms where he might have found Wazumi, or maybe even Brandy. She was weird, wrong, not normal. He didn't know why, it looked like Brandy should be normal, but wasn't.

He didn't notice the black shadow as he walked down the hall. He didn't see the thing that appeared in the pathway, causing him to fall over.

"Tu es tombe," Realemon said, smirking. Or at least he thought she'd be smirking, as he rolled over and looked. She was all black, shadowy, barely visible in the black halls of the dimly lgiht halls in the huge tower she created out of illusions. She was darkness and scary and made reality the way she wanted it. She wanted him to fall, and he did.

"Yeah, I fell. I went tombe," Kenny said, still angry at her for what she'd done to Jenni. Jenni always said tombe. Him and Pirelli had picked up some french from when Jenni, Ken, and Wazumi tried to talk in it. Apparently she had too, or maybe just made him think she did. It was hard to know what she knew.

"You are a pain, and I've been watching you." she said.

"So, I am important? At least enough to watch?" Kenny said, a bit hopeful for the wrong reason.

"No, you keep getting in the way, and I keep seeing what you think. It's annoying. Too much effort spend on a child."

"I'm a teenager. Not a kid." Kenny stubbornly said. Jenni would have remembered him when he always said he was a preteen. He was a real teen now.

"Go back home, you don't need to be here," Realemon said, suddenly using her illusion on Kenny, then disappeared.

Kenny got up, dusting himself off. He had to get home, soon. Jenni would be home soon enough, and he had homework to do. And maybe go make sure everything was safe around. It wouldn't do if Jenni came home and got attacked along the way because some stray digimon that didn't understand Realemon's way was the best way to live decided to rebel against one who Realemon favored. That wouldn't do at all. They had to be taught a lesson.