"Ack!" Koushiro choked as Yamato Ishida pounded him heartily on the back.
"It's real good to see you, Iz, REAL good." said the blond-haired man.
"Ack-yes-ak ack-ditto."
"Izzy, what's with the eyes?" Mimi Tachikawa asked, her pink curls bouncing in his face. "I mean, they're, like, a different color? They're like a cool greenish color."
"They've always been that color," Taichi Yagami said with a yawn.
"No, Mimi's right." Matt said, tilting his head to stare into Koushie's eyes. "They ARE different." He smiled. "Prettier."
Sweatdrop.
"This is a bit off-topic." Dr. Jyou Kido sighed. "Shouldn't we be trying to save the world?"
Tai yawned again and stretched. "S'pose so."
"We'll need to split up." Hikari Yagami commented. "There's no way we can search all of Japan otherwise."
At that point, the door burst open and Takeru skidded in. "Sorry I'm late," he panted. "I slept in. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing." Matt said sarcastically, snapping out of his former mood. "We just have to search ALL of Japan for a black hole that's going to pull us all into oblivion."
"A black hole?" Sora Takenouchi said quizzically as she stepped through the doorway. "Nani??!!!?"
"Not quite," Izzy clarified. "It's actually a hole in the digital world itself. Bits of leftover data from destroyed evil digimon are slowly dissolving the wall between both worlds."
"So what do we do?" TK asked. "It's not exactly as straightforward as fighting."
"We need to seal the hole by using our crests." Tai said. "We think."
"Comforting." Joe put in.
"HERE WE ARE!" shouted Yolei as she pulled Daisuke and Iori into the room. "And this time we've GOT our shoes!"
"Okaaaay . . . ." TK said. "I DON'T think I'll ask."
"All right, enough." Tai said. "It's time to get moving. I'll go north to Sapporo. Sora can go to Kyoto. Matt can cover Nagasaki and Imato-san can stay in the Tokyo-Odaiba area-"
"Hey! Not fair!" Kari protested.
"Izzy'll go to Okayama," Tai continued, ignoring her. "Joe to, erm, Tomeada, Mimi to Sakai, Tk to Osaka, Davis to Sakai, Iori to Nagoya and Yolei to Hiroshima. Got it?"
Everyone nodded.
'Okayama,' Izzy thought gloomily. 'What fate awaits me there?'
The truth was, Koushiro Izumi admitted bitterly to himself, he had never felt he was really part of the digidestined. He was the outcast, the one they didn't quite understand or include, the one who didn't understand them. They acted as if he were one of them, don't get me wrong. They pretended to know him like a brother. But it's hard to get close to an orphaned computer nut.
Or at least that was his excuse then. But soon, someone would. Get close to him, I mean. They'd find their way into his heart.
~*~
"Self-destruction enabled. Bomb goes off in ten seconds and counting."
"DAMMIT, MIHOSHI!" first-class detective Kiyone yelled, fleeing from her bed.
"Waaaaaaaaah! Kiyone, I was asleeep! Wah-ah-ah! It just went offffffffff!" The blond sobbed. "Waaaaaaah!"
Kiyone, still in her nightclothes, hurried to Yagami's control room.
"Yagami, turn off the self destruct. Now!" she commanded.
"Five seconds. . . four. . . . "
"Shit!"
The blue-haired woman spun around, pressing miscellaneous buttons.
"Jesus, Mihoshi, could you have messed this UP any WORSE?!"
***
"Self-destruct disabled. All systems returning to normal."
***
disclaimer: Louisa does not own. She doesn't. She REALLY doesn't. K?
a/n: So that's chapter one. Whaddya think? Was it good? Was it bad? Does it have potential? Do I have potential?! Review!
Hey! I can type that word REALLY fast. Maybe it's because I'm so INTENT on getting you people to COMMENT on my STORIES! What is WITH you? I write these stories so YOU can read them and then you don't say anything! *pause* You're still reading this?
Review!
Oh, and if you think anyone's out of character (besides my poor Yama-san), tell me. I'd like to fix it.
Poor, poor Yama-san, I'm abusing his character. Don't worry, I'll make up for it somehow. A nice Harry Potter/Digimon fic, perhaps? Involving Yamato and Lupin?
*glares* If any of you DARE STEAL that idea, I'll sic VIO-CHAN on you! So, HAH!
God bless, history day's over. Louisa is BACK IN BUSINESS! Oh yeah!
Tis a long author's note. I'm rambling again.
O-na-na, dearies.
"It's real good to see you, Iz, REAL good." said the blond-haired man.
"Ack-yes-ak ack-ditto."
"Izzy, what's with the eyes?" Mimi Tachikawa asked, her pink curls bouncing in his face. "I mean, they're, like, a different color? They're like a cool greenish color."
"They've always been that color," Taichi Yagami said with a yawn.
"No, Mimi's right." Matt said, tilting his head to stare into Koushie's eyes. "They ARE different." He smiled. "Prettier."
Sweatdrop.
"This is a bit off-topic." Dr. Jyou Kido sighed. "Shouldn't we be trying to save the world?"
Tai yawned again and stretched. "S'pose so."
"We'll need to split up." Hikari Yagami commented. "There's no way we can search all of Japan otherwise."
At that point, the door burst open and Takeru skidded in. "Sorry I'm late," he panted. "I slept in. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing." Matt said sarcastically, snapping out of his former mood. "We just have to search ALL of Japan for a black hole that's going to pull us all into oblivion."
"A black hole?" Sora Takenouchi said quizzically as she stepped through the doorway. "Nani??!!!?"
"Not quite," Izzy clarified. "It's actually a hole in the digital world itself. Bits of leftover data from destroyed evil digimon are slowly dissolving the wall between both worlds."
"So what do we do?" TK asked. "It's not exactly as straightforward as fighting."
"We need to seal the hole by using our crests." Tai said. "We think."
"Comforting." Joe put in.
"HERE WE ARE!" shouted Yolei as she pulled Daisuke and Iori into the room. "And this time we've GOT our shoes!"
"Okaaaay . . . ." TK said. "I DON'T think I'll ask."
"All right, enough." Tai said. "It's time to get moving. I'll go north to Sapporo. Sora can go to Kyoto. Matt can cover Nagasaki and Imato-san can stay in the Tokyo-Odaiba area-"
"Hey! Not fair!" Kari protested.
"Izzy'll go to Okayama," Tai continued, ignoring her. "Joe to, erm, Tomeada, Mimi to Sakai, Tk to Osaka, Davis to Sakai, Iori to Nagoya and Yolei to Hiroshima. Got it?"
Everyone nodded.
'Okayama,' Izzy thought gloomily. 'What fate awaits me there?'
The truth was, Koushiro Izumi admitted bitterly to himself, he had never felt he was really part of the digidestined. He was the outcast, the one they didn't quite understand or include, the one who didn't understand them. They acted as if he were one of them, don't get me wrong. They pretended to know him like a brother. But it's hard to get close to an orphaned computer nut.
Or at least that was his excuse then. But soon, someone would. Get close to him, I mean. They'd find their way into his heart.
~*~
"Self-destruction enabled. Bomb goes off in ten seconds and counting."
"DAMMIT, MIHOSHI!" first-class detective Kiyone yelled, fleeing from her bed.
"Waaaaaaaaah! Kiyone, I was asleeep! Wah-ah-ah! It just went offffffffff!" The blond sobbed. "Waaaaaaah!"
Kiyone, still in her nightclothes, hurried to Yagami's control room.
"Yagami, turn off the self destruct. Now!" she commanded.
"Five seconds. . . four. . . . "
"Shit!"
The blue-haired woman spun around, pressing miscellaneous buttons.
"Jesus, Mihoshi, could you have messed this UP any WORSE?!"
***
"Self-destruct disabled. All systems returning to normal."
***
disclaimer: Louisa does not own. She doesn't. She REALLY doesn't. K?
a/n: So that's chapter one. Whaddya think? Was it good? Was it bad? Does it have potential? Do I have potential?! Review!
Hey! I can type that word REALLY fast. Maybe it's because I'm so INTENT on getting you people to COMMENT on my STORIES! What is WITH you? I write these stories so YOU can read them and then you don't say anything! *pause* You're still reading this?
Review!
Oh, and if you think anyone's out of character (besides my poor Yama-san), tell me. I'd like to fix it.
Poor, poor Yama-san, I'm abusing his character. Don't worry, I'll make up for it somehow. A nice Harry Potter/Digimon fic, perhaps? Involving Yamato and Lupin?
*glares* If any of you DARE STEAL that idea, I'll sic VIO-CHAN on you! So, HAH!
God bless, history day's over. Louisa is BACK IN BUSINESS! Oh yeah!
Tis a long author's note. I'm rambling again.
O-na-na, dearies.