A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo, #716 - Wormmon.


The Minomon Wind Chimes

Once upon a time they'd swung in the wind like windchimes. That was when the Kokuwamon were their own masters, locked in routine. That was before Snimon and the other henchmon of Cheribumon came. And during that time as well, because the terror the Kokuwamon faced stopped at the gates where they, still Minomon back then, swung.

And then the children came, and things changed for them as well. At first, there was nothing: they were wind chimes after all, welcoming every breeze and other thing that passed the gates and the children were no exception. The exception was the drama they unleased after they passed through, the backlash which caught their hanging forms and tossed them into the wind.

And they were at the mercy of the currents, at a loss because how could they welcome when they were the travellers themselves, and how could they find their gate, the only place they'd known, again? And then, after a bit of buffetting and their nut-like armour began to crack, they wondered how they would even survive the wind? It was far more merciless than the winds that had crossed the gate that had borne them.

So they separated. They grew. They evolved. And they saw more of the world so that, when they touched the ground as Wormmon, they were no longer monotonous wind-chimes repeating the greeting of the breeze.