Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I can't think of a good disclaimer
joke. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!
A Digimon SI Story.
by Mutsunokami
January 1, 001 AD.
AD as in After Digivolution. Not Ano Domino. Hmph.
One year ago today, the most irritating thing to ever happen,
well, happened. For some probably stupid reason, every single person
on the face of the planet became a Digimon. Almost overnight. If
you think that's fun, the chaos that followed wasn't.
Of course, where I live, there wasn't too much commotion. The kids
got a free holiday out of it. The bars in that college town nearby
got trashed. Again. No matter what they looked like now, people were
still people and acted like it. It took a week but everything got
settled down back to something resembling normal.
Dad got turned into a Knightmon. Mom's a Angewomon. My little
bro became a Shurimon, and his fiancee became a Butterflymon. Let me
tell you a little about who became what. Up to two years of age are
the Baby Digimon. Two to five years are the In-Training forms. From
five to fifteen years of age are the Rookies. From fifteen to forty
are the Champions. After that are the Ultimate Digimon, from forty on
up to about 75. After that, you either get Jijimon or Babamon.
What about Mega level Digimon, you ask? That's where it gets
weird. One out of every ten million people became a Mega. At random.
Usually with a weird twist thrown in. I am one of those oh-so-lucky
people. Remember my family? Mostly vaccine and data types now. I was
always something of a black sheep, but it was still a surprise when I
got to be- Nope, not Omnimon. Not Imperialdramon. Or WarGreymon or
MetalGarurumon. Nor even BlackWarGreymon, which would have been neat.
I got to be Beelzemon.
Don't get me wrong. Being a Mega Digimon is pretty cool. But
Beelzemon would not have been my first choice. One year later, and
I'm riding on a modified Harley in the middle of Arizona tracking down
yet another rogue Digimon.
Oh, didn't I mention? I'm a bounty hunter. Best one around,
since not much can take on a Mega one-on-one. Makes it a bit easy,
but not by much. Almost every other Mega out there is trying to
build their own kingdoms or opposing them. It's crazy out there.
Oh, looky here. Found him.
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'Highway to the Danger Zone' was blaring on the jukebox in a
run-down bar. Several Ogremon and Apemon were laughing and joking
along with their leader, an Etemon in a black leather jacket. A harried
Gekomon was serving drinks as fast as he could to the gang. The sound
of a motorcycle can be barely heard over the noise. Etemon looks up
and grins.
"That oughta be him now. 'Bout time that lazy Ogremon got here.
How long should it take to..." Etemon just stares as the Ogremon in
question appears in the door and crashes to the floor. Standing in the
doorway is another 'Mon, wearing all leather. He steps inside the bar
and dusts off his hands. Etemon glares at the stranger and stands.
"Who are you?!"
The stranger just smirks at Etemon. Several gang members stand and
lunge at him, attacking in a flurry of bone clubs, kicks and punches.
"Get him! Take him down and all that jazz!" Etemon cheers on his gang
as a dust cloud covers the battle. Suddenly an Ogremon flies out of the
fight, slamming into a table. Two Apemon go flying as well, crashing
through windows. Etemon gulps nervously as the dust settles and the
stranger is still standing, smirking, with an unconscious 'mon in each
hand. He drops them and starts walking towards Etemon.
"Now waitaminute. Can't we talk about this?" Etemon starts backing
up until he is against the bar. "Well, nothing for it, eh? Dark Network!"
He fires off a ball of black energy at the advancing 'mon, hitting him
square in the stomach. The stranger doubles over a bit, but is unhurt.
"Who are you...?"
"The name... is Beelzemon. I've been looking for you, Etemon.
I'm taking you in." Beelzemon pulls out the gun from his back holster
and points it at the cowering Etemon. "Now, you can come peaceably, or..."
Beelzemon smirks again, leaving the sentence hanging. Etemon gulps
again at the threat.
Five minutes later...
"YAAAAGGHH!!!" Beelzemon is cruising down the highway on his
motorcycle, the Black Sheep, with Etemon tied up and being dragged behind
him on rollerskates.
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Beelzemon pulled up to the old hotel, parking in front of the room
on the far end from the road. He gets off the motorcycle and sighs,
walking to the door of his room and entering. A small commotion comes
from the kitchenette and a pink blur flies through the air and latches
onto him.
"Heheheheh. Didja miss me, Pixie? Told you I'd be back."
The 'Pixie' in question just smiled up at him, happy he was back.
Beelzemon set Pixie down on the bed and got the bags ready to pack. He
glances over at Pixie, a small pink Digimon with a gold collar. Not many
would suspect that little girl was another Mega like himself. Like any
MarineAngemon, Pixie looked and acted like an In-Training, since she was
only about six years old. He silently cursed for the umpteenth time
about whatever turned the world upside down. He may be a cold, ruthless
bounty hunter, but nothing was too good for his little Pixie.
"Pipiipi?"
"Yeah, we're leaving. Did you want to stay longer?"
Pixie shook her head. "Po."
"Okay. Wanna help pack?"
"Puipi!" She nodded and smiled, then flew off to the kitchenette.
Beelzemon shook his head and grinned. He started packing the few things
they had brought into the travel bag when his laptop beeped. He took
one look at the message and groaned. He read it over again just to be
sure, then shut off the laptop and stuffed it in the bag.
"Pixie! Can't go home just yet."
Pixie sticks her head out of the kitchenette. "Pwy?"
"We just got summoned to appear before the Digimon Sovereigns."
Pixie's eyes got really big.
"Yeah, I know. Ready?" Pixie nodded. "Good. Let's go."
Minutes later, Beelzemon, Pixie holding onto his shoulder, zoomed
down the highway towards his next destination. As they travelled along,
Beelzemon's right hand glowed and he flicked it, causing a rip to appear
in the air before them. They entered the hole and disappeared. The
hole lingered for a moment longer before resealing.
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"Do you really think he will come, Brother?"
"I have no doubt of it, Brother. We are offering quite a large
fee. In advance."
Baihumon growled. "Here he comes."
Down below them, a rip tore open, admitting the subject of their
conversation into their midst. Beelzemon pulled his bike up short of
the Sovereigns and put down the kickstand. He slowly rose off of the
bike and faced them with a frown.
"So. What is so bleedin' important that you have to call for
me just before I go home?"
"We have a job for you," rumbles Baihumon. "We've discovered how to
transform Digimon back to humans. At least temporarily."
Beelzemon blinked. "Whoopee. Good luck in convincing any Mega
Digimon, including me, to change back to human." He glances at Pixie,
who seems to agree with him.
"Well, I thought you would feel that way. We don't need you for
that. However, we do have another related task for you. Azulongmon
believes, probably rightly, that if we attempt this that whoever caused
the first transformation will do something drastic."
"Heh. So you want me to track this kettlehead down and make sure
he doesn't get the chance to do it again. Right?"
"Yes," rumbles Zhuqiaomon. "There is even a place where a digital
trail starts. However, there is a problem. When Ebonwumon tried to
track the trail, it left our dimension entirely. Normally, we would
have tried to convince one of the Milleniumon to help us, but..."
Azulongmon rolled all four eyes. "What he's trying to say, friend,
is that all three of them are gone thanks to you. Out of six hundred
Mega Digimon, only three were of the Milleniumon type. Milleniumon,
MoonMilleniumon, and ZeedMilleniumon."
Beelzemon stands silent for a moment in thought. "So what you're
saying is that since I downloaded the data of two Milleniumon types..."
"Then you are the perfect 'Mon for the job," finishes Ebonwumon.
"By the way, how DID you defeat those two?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Got it? Now about payment. You
said I'd get it in advance. And you know what I charge."
"Indeed. Ready, Brothers?" All four Sovereigns concentrate for
what seems like a long moment, then a small sliver of power flies from
each of them and into Beelzemon. He gasps and arches his back as the
power hits him full force, then glows as he absorbs the power. He
stands there for a moment, shoulders slumped, before he straightens.
He smirks at the Sovereigns.
"Now, where does the trail end?"
"These coordinates." A map appears showing a glowing red dot.
Beelzemon stares at the map for a long moment, then looks over at Pixie.
"Looks like we're going home after all, Pixie."
"Puipui!" Pixie does a cartwheel in the air.
"I'll be on my way now. Anything else I should know?"
"Just be careful. And send back word as soon as possible when you
complete your mission." Beelzemon nods and gets back on Black Sheep.
Pixie flies onto his shoulder just before another rip appears in the air.
He revs the engine, gives a booming laugh and both he and Pixie disappear
into the tear. All four Sovereigns glance over at each other. Azulongmon
sighs.
"Did we have to hire him? Dealing with him is almost as bad as all
those salesmen and lawyers that became Devimon."
"I have to agree with that statement, but he is the best bounty
hunter around. I have no doubt that he will do the job."
Zhuqiaomon folds his wings under him. "At least we won't have to
deal with him for a long, long while."
The other Sovereigns can only nod in agreement. Suddenly, Baihumon
turns to Azulongmon. "Brother? You said he defeated all three of the
Milleniumon, yet he only loaded the data of two of them. What happened
with the third?"
Azulongmon sighs. "Are any of you familiar with the Wonderswan
Digimon games?"
The other three all nod, having heard of them.
"Well, ZeedMilleniumon was the last one he went after. Zeed wasn't
too keen on dying, so was willing to go the same route as the game
version did. Fortunately, there was a Monodramon in the area. By some
freak coincidence, the Monodramon's name... was Ryo Akiyama."
Baihumon, Zhuqiaomon and Ebonwumon could only sweatdrop in reply.
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Somewhere in the wilds of Canada.
"AAACHOO!!" Cyberdramon stopped in midair for a moment, wondering
how he could sneeze without a nose. Needless to say, he spent the next
hour trying to recreate the experience.
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A lone highway out in the foothills of Appalachia.
A tear appears in the right lane for a moment, before a black bike
shoots out of it. The motorcycle and riders speed off towards home and
the tear closes without a trace.
"Almost home, Pixie. We'll sleep for the night, then get moving in
the morning. Are you really sure you want to go with me? It'll be
dangerous."
"Puu." Pixie nods firmly. Beelzemon only sighs.
"Okay, okay. Let's just get home. I'm tired."
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Author's Note:
This is all for now. I'll be updating this story once in a while, so
keep an eye out. Ja ne!
