Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did then all the series would have the characters from 01 and 02 and Takari would exist. Although now that you mention it, I wonder how much it would be worth?
Prologue
The wind topped over the mountain before falling down onto the plain below. Upon the plain were hundreds of control spires, each exactly one-hundred metres away from any other one. And in the centre of the plain lay what seemed like a small mountain, dwarfing the black obelisks that were lined up around it. But if the control spires didn't give away the fact that perhaps this mountain had another purpose, then the metal and glass viewing area mounted half-way up this small mountain would have set off alarm bells. This was the fortress of the Digimon Emperor, and while for the moment the fortress may have been grounded, in no way were the acts of evil that made their home in this place at all diminished. Inside the Emperor had just retired from watching a battle in his custom made arena and returned to the control room, where to his great and constant annoyance and disgust, Wormmon was waiting for him.
"Ken.." Wormmon started before being kicked aside as the Emperor made his way to a computer terminal where he began punching in code.
"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME KEN!!" he shouted as Wormmon scurried into one of the many dark corners of the control room. "My name is the Digimon Emperor," he said regaining his composure before returning his attention to the computer terminal. As he punched the buttons on the screen appeared a map of the Digital World. Much of the land was covered in black, and his forces were advancing faster with every passing day. Ever since he had left his idiot parents and the rest of that pathetic world his advances had become astronomical. However, right in the middle of the screen, surrounded on all sides by darkness was a single white square.
"Wormmon, what is that?" Wormmon scurried out of his corner and took a look at the screen.
"Is it a speck of dust Master?" The Emperor ran his hand over the map, but no, the single stain of white in a sea of black remained.
"Why is that area not under my control?"
"I don't know what that is Master. Perhaps you just missed a spot. You know how much one piece of wilderness looks the same as another; you must just have overlooked it"
"Well not any more. The digimon there may have received a few extra weeks from my oversight, but by the end of week they will be under my dominion."
"But if we turn around and go back, then you'd lose all the momentum you've been building up over the last month. And then you'll blame me."
"But I'm not heading back, Wormmon, you are."
"You want me to subdue the area for you master? By myself?" Wormmon's heart was filling with pride. Was Ken finally beginning to treat him well again?
"By yourself? Oh God no. You couldn't subdue a wet puppy. No, but I'll send you to watch over those I send there. Any other of my servants might be freed by those kids, but you… you are loyal. Pathetic, but you'd never turn against me. No, I'll send in the brawn, and you'll have to do is ensure they don't fail. With the forces I'm sending there, not even you could mess this up."
"Umm… Thankyou Master, I think"
"Now get of my sight and leave, and don't come back until the job is done"
"I won't fail you Ken"
"MY NAME IS NOT KEN!! I AM NOT KEN!! I AM NOW AND FOREVER THE DIGIMON EMPEROR!!" He pulled out his whip and cracked it right over Wormmon's head, causing him to flinch. He ran off towards the corridor.
"Why do I do this," he thought to himself, "where's the Ken I used to know?"
As Wormmon scurried off, the Emperor sat upon his throne and pulled the key board towards him. Finally he could get rid of that weakling for awhile. While he thought he cared nothing for Wormmon, there remained a tiny piece in his mind that worried. Why had the area not been conquered? What had he sent Wormmon into? Would he be okay? These thoughts flooded his mind, and for a second his entire head was wracked with pain.
"W..Wormmon….S..Sam" he gasped, tears or pain and loss welling in his eyes. But then the seizure left, as quickly as it begun, and hatred replaced tears once again. He cared nothing for his parents, for anyone he had ever met at school, he cared nothing for Wormmon, and he cared nothing for the idol who had used to be his brother. He returned to computer and brought up a screen of digimon. Some were to be sent to whatever god-awful peace of wilderness he had missed, others were for his ultimate project. He began typing in lines of code, working once again on what would be his greatest creation.
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Meanwhile, back in the real world, it was unusually quiet on the small island of Odaiba in Tokyo Bay. Gone were the cars and trucks and taxis that usually travelled during the night. Instead, only darkness and silence. The roads were so devoid of traffic that the two pedestrians were able to walk down the middle of the road. The first of the two was quite clearly a teenage boy, even though he wore a cloak and hood. His face was devoid of acne, thanks to the conditions back home, though he did wear glasses. He was using them to stare at the map which had been handed to him by his partner. His partner was much more likely to have drawn glances in public, which is why he was likewise covered in a cloak. However had the cloak had been thrown off, one would have seen a creature that looked just like one of the raptors from Jurassic Park, except that he was the size of a horse, and that instead of a left arm he carried a metal arm ending in a stained claw. No one ever asked what the stains were from.
"Well, if we came out here, then we took a right at that corner, then… aww screw it, I knew I should have learnt how to read the map." Said the first stranger, for that is what they obviously were. He looked down at the digivice that he held in his palm. Ever since the Emperor had come along, the digiports kept opening in the wrong places. Instead of the computer lab at Odaiba Elementary that Izzy had recommended to him, the pair had arrived unceremoniously in the office of an editor at the Fuji TV Station Building. Well, he thought to himself, at least no one was there. His thoughts wandered back to the last time he and his companion had tried to journey from the Digital World to Australia. He shuddered.
"Umm… Will? I think the map's upside down" noted the second as he peered across at the map.
"Is it? Damn" replied Will as he turned the map over, "Thanks Raptoramon… Hey, a stroke of luck! We're already here." He pointed over to the apartment building nearby, "it's much easier to find your way during the day. Okay, so we're here and we're safe. I told you nothing bad would happen. Time for you to get small Raptoramon." There was a flash of light and where Raptoramon had been standing was instead a small grey ball with Koromon's ear's but a row of very sharp teeth, the size of a man's head. Of course, even if someone had noticed the flash of light they wouldn't have seen anything other than the black cloak which had now fallen on the ball.
"Okay Boramon, let's go" said Will as he folded up the unused cloak, put it way in his backpack and picked up Boramon. They took the elevator up and finally they reached a door. Will pressed the intercom and in his best womanly voice said,
"Izzy, it's me Mom, I'm Home"
Surprisingly the door swung open and Will noticed that Izzy must have rigged the door to open by remote control. All that walking to and from his room would have taken quite the toll. He placed Boramon on the table and walked into Izzy's room, where, as always, he was at the computer.
"Mom what are you doing barging in? I could have had a girl over…" Izzy turned around, noticed it wasn't his mom he had let into the house, but instead a person in a black cloak and shouted before realising who it was. "Oh it's just you, God, Will, you frightened the hell out of me."
"That was the plan," said Will gleefully, before adopting a slightly more mocking tone, "And just for the record, I don't know what's more interesting; the fact that I can impersonate your mother or that your mother would ever believe you could have a girl in your house let alone in your room."
"Hey, it's not out of the realm of possibility that I could have a girl over."
"E-mailing a member of the opposite sex, as I said last time, has never and will never constitute having a girl over Izzy"
"And I suppose you're more suave than me"
"Hell no. I just enjoy witty banter with such an intellectual. And of course by banter I mean insults"
"Well something tells me that you didn't come all the way from the Digital World just for banter and gossip."
"I'm hurt Izzy. I thought we were friends. I even give you that Motomiya kid's diary that you asked for, granted it was pretty easy stealing it off his computer from the Library, but doesn't that give me the benefit of at least some small talk?"
"Will, firstly, the journal's not for me it's for Tai. Secondly, you turned up at my apartment in the middle of the night impersonating my mother." Will shrugged, "I think I deserve an explanation."
"Oh, right. Sorry about the whole midnight thing. We just got a new cook back home, some disturbed Redvegiemon who sounds suspiciously like Jack Nicholson. Unfortunately his cooking nearly killed me, and seeing as this was the only digiport open, I decided I'd get some supplies from here. And maybe while I'm here I'd take a little vacation in Tokyo."
"This doesn't explain why you turn up at my place in the middle of the night."
"Oh, right. I need to go to the bank tomorrow morning to get the money for supplies. I was wondering if you could look after Boramon for a few hours."
"Why would you have a bank account? You live in the Digital World."
"It's not mine per se so much as the Library's. But seeing as I'm the only human that lives there, It's pretty much mine."
"But how did you get the money in the first…You know, I'm not going to ask. Just a few hours?"
"That's the plan." Will answered, "Tomorrow's Sunday, so I can pick him up at midday at the latest."
"I don't know," Izzy hesitated, "the last time I did you a favour I think I broke a federal law."
"Izzy," Will looked into Izzy's eyes, "we've both read that journal, and I think for the laughter that it must have brought to you I deserve this much"
"Fine"
Will reached out to shake Izzy's hand and his sleeve hitched up just a bit, but just enough to see the Crest of Knowledge branded on his skin just below his wrist. Izzy stared at it just for a moment.
"I work in the Library. What else do you think I'd have branded on me?" Will deadpanned. "Good, well, I'll be off. Seeya Boramon." And like that he was on his way out.
"Poor kid," mused Izzy, "I wonder if he knows black cloaks went out of fashion centuries ago?"