A/N: The first of the My Big Brother series, a destiny-swap of sorts where Masaru is the one sucked in to the Digital World as a child and…well, the rest of the changes will be revealed in due course. :D Fics in this series will be abbreviated with (MBB) to show they're a part of it, or you can look at my series information page and follow the yellow brick road of links (the only thing not up to date is the number of chapters in WIPs…) and go from there. :) Whichever you prefer.

This is also written for the Building Blocks challenge at the DFC, using the poem prompt 74. A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman – as the prompt. It's a cute little poem. I'd recommend reading it. :)

This first chapter is also written for the Advent Calendar Challenge at the DFC, day 5 - Start a fic you have yet to post.


The My Big Brother Series


Welcome to the Real World, Agumon


"A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he."

A child said, What is the grass?
Walt Whitman


1.01

Agumon opened his eyes. His battered body ached. His eyes watered. The sun stared back at him.

He blinked. His eyes cleared a little. And maybe the sun blinked back. Maybe not. But it looked…odd, somehow.

He blinked again. Then it hit him. The Digital World's sun didn't make his eyes water. It…just didn't do that.

He looked around. The sun was up. The grass was below – and he took a sniff and sneezed. It smelt funny, nothing like the Digital World grass at all. And there was a building there. And lots of trees that didn't have fruits hanging from them and bars that looked friendlier than a dungeon but still uncannily like one…

And there was no Aniki. Just his aching body after being battered by that storm and…this strange place. Or world.

Where are you, Aniki? Everything looked odd; recognisable enough to put names to most things but ultimately unfamiliar. And…where am I?