#verse 6

This is because Allah is the Truth and because He gives life to the dead and because He has power over all things

Surah Al-Hajj, Verse 6

"Bunun sebebi, Allah’ın hakkın ta kendisi olması, ölüleri diriltmesi ve O’nun her şeye güç yetiren olmasıdır." (Hac Suresi, 6. ayet)

Tina was left alone in Theseus’ living room, as both Scamander brothers had to leave the place a few minutes ago. Newt was trying to catch his Niffler who had begun to discover the house and had already stolen a light pull from the hall; and Theseus were in the kitchen, helping Jacob Kowalski with the dinner. While waiting for them to come back, the auror decided to look around the living room.

It was quite big and cozy, she stated in mind and her lips curled up into a smile, when she noticed some framed pictures of the Scamander family on the shelves. She stepped closer to take a look, when she heard a strange noise. As if someone was calling Theseus’ name. Her first thought was to check the fireplace, as sometimes wizards were travelling through them, but it was all clear. She listened carefully, trying to detect where the sound was coming from. Was that a talking photograph? Or a painting? Or...

That was when she noticed a hand mirror on one of the bookshelves (not on the one with the pictures). It was quite small, but heavily decorated - to be honest, it didn’t really fit this house. With her wand in her had, she carefully lifted the mirror, which was still calling Theseus’ name. However, as she looked into it, she almost dropped it, because Leta Lestrange was inside. Leta, who had died in Paris. She had seen her burning in those blue flames, and now she was in the mirror. “Le... Leta?” she said, with her voice trembling a little and her fingers were clenching around her wand.

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The clink of glass and rain mixed in the dark of the evening, painting the arms of twilight with blood and oil. Metal creaked, and from the twisted mass something gave.

“I’m gonna go get help. Stay right there!”

“Wait, Yosuke don’t--!”

The earth hummed and the air screamed and something gave.

---  

“...Huh.”

It took Yosuke a couple of blinks before he could really bring his eyes back into focus. The street, the street in front of him was dark and glittering in the inhuman light of the black and red sky. The ground was wet as if from rainfall in a world without clouds.

...What was he doing here again? Where was he?

His vacant eyes scanned across his surroundings. The wrench held loosely in one hand, the hovering presence at his side... the new guy?

...RIGHT. The tv. The portals. This was the world inside the tv...

They’d come looking...for answers. Not people--it was way too late for people. Saki-sempai had been found that morning, dangling from the wires of the telephone lines. They’d come...to look for hints to her killer.

Saki sempai...the memory was enough to snap his mind into place. Yosuke Hanamura had work to do. 

But he wasn’t alone. “S-sorry. Got kind of distracted...” he assured the other. Narukami, right? Way to check out when the guy was right there, sheesh. He needed to pull it together a little...streets were streets, and that’s all they were. “Anyways, that’s Saki-sempai’s family’s house. That sake shop? We better go take a look. I’ll bet you anything there’s clues in there.”

He was already stepping over before he got a reply. He knew there were answers in here, he knew it. And he knew they might be the only people who’d ever be able to find them.

An shape flickered in the corner of his eye. It’s Narukami. he thought resolutely, right as the guy passed his other side as if to spite him. “....”

Three months left,

until the night.

When school doors close, and paths divide,

And I must leave,

Billy was declared dead after Starcourt but in truth he was resuscitated and transported to the hospital in an undisclosed wing to be monitored. They wanted to see if he was still connected to the Mindflayer and what effects the connection may have had if not. Unfortunately they couldn’t get much out of him because similarly to Eleven reviving Max, the military reviving Billy somehow trapped him in Vecna’s mind.

Light. A heartless, soulless space that burns the retinas and as a result makes the white space go black. Light cannot exist without shadows. Life cannot exist without light.

Grumblemon’s relentless attacks hurt. He can’t remember what happened after… Molemon? Diggymon? whatever the beast spirit was called, hit him.

but touching his head hurts more. He’s hiding in a cave, with rock people. Gotsumon, if he’s recalling right. Bokomon and Neemon at his knee, puttering on if he’s ok or not.

Clearly not. Any sort of extra light puts a spear through his mind, it’s “that” kind of migraine.

An oyster shell clatters onto the small stone table between three stone cups. “This’ll help with the bruising.” a gravely voice grumbles at him out of the half-dark.

“I don’t recall asking for help.” the warrior of light sneers. He doesn’t make much incline of his head, it hurts.

“Some legendary warrior. Grumblemon will get us all destroyed unless I find the spirit!” the Gotsumon sneers back; almost a rocky version of Light himself. He charges off against the other members of his tribe’s wishes.

Light glowers at his emptied mug before cautiously reaching for the salve. It smells repugnant. But being able to see in more than half darkness without a sharp pain in his head would help more.

How’d he get into this mess anyhow. Being pursued out of the forest by these two, and falling literally on that specific Gotsumon. Getting into a fight with Grumblemon… and a painful blank until now.

“What sort of spirit is he talking about?” Bokomon has the brains to ask the rest of the group.

“Some sort of inscription on the statues out on the cape. Crazy kid’s got rocks in his head; he’s obsessed with that spirit.” “You don’t think-“ “I don’t think at all!” “Thats not what I meant!” “That my beast spirit’s nearby…” “Yes, that is a theory. We should pursue that uppity brat of a ‘mon.”

Gigasmon wreaks havoc fighting the other kids, and steals Kazemon’s spirit. Everyone panics.

Lobomon’s fighting alone again, even if he’s not at full strength beneath. He’s holding off Gigasmon until getting smashed literally into the statue.

Light must’ve blacked out briefly because he’s human when he opens his eyes, and sees Gotsumon holding back the monster molemon with a shield of rocks.

A jewel clatters into his hands. He’s told to put that in the statue.

He does. The three statues turn around and unearth a spirit, with the mystical power of laser vision. It comes to his call. And he hears howling.

BEAST SPIRIT EVOLUTION!

If human spirit is uncomfortable, this classifies as downright painful. He can’t see. Something is rearranging his joints, with pops and cracks and a knee should NOT bend like that! Pulling on his spine. Lengthening. A sharp tang taste of something burning. Blades bursting from the shoulders. Not to mention the inexplicable cold of having your skin harden to metal.

Kendogarurumon is a sight to behold; a giant metal-bound wolf, with blades on his shoulders and wheels on his feet.

Roaring, the beast drives around like a lunatic, besting rocks and trees in a lack of control.

The ghosts of the warrior of light’s past rear ugly heads around him as he smashes rocks and trees, howling with rage. A particularly dark portion of rocks and trees gets more attention then the others. The darkness just makes him so ANGRY.

By sheer luck, Gigasmon attracts the mad wolf’s attention and they clash. Wrecking the whole cape to the group’s shock.

When the light dies down, nobody can see what happened. Panicking, the group calls for their comrade, but there is no answer.

“some way to be a hero, huh.” Gotsumon comments, as he carefully drags the sack of rocks that is the rehumanized warrior of light onto a ledge. He’d been one second too late to grab him falling, and went down after him, pulling him to the next ledge down. “Being a hero must mean asking for help sometimes.”

If he got much of a reaction, it was very faint. The human looks a mess.

“How’d it feel?”

‘like hell’ the thought crosses Light’s dazed brain. He doesn’t have the energy to touch his own skin and make sure he’s not still made of metal because it’s so cold. He doesn’t answer. It felt so different to being a human spirit…

but one thing stands out in his hardly conscious thoughts; there is a MASSIVE power difference between human and beast spirits.

~Light

Notes: Needless to say, I wasn’t fully happy with the episode of Koji getting his beast spirit; there’s consequences for being smashed around that much, even if it is a tv show!

While he was never sure if Saitama actually noticed, Genos did have a deep respect and appreciation for the man. The cyborg loved his style.  It was a small gesture, but for the hell of it, Genos tied together a few choice couples that were too disgustingly and idealistically in love with each other, and left them at the main entrance of the complex the villain had taken over. Knowing Saitama, he probably detested the holiday, but that was all the more reason for him to take out a little of his rage and bitterness-- was it not? He left a tag on them.  Give them a Valentine’s Day they will never forget.