Chapter 1

Note to disclaimers: Neither me or my friend own Digimon. I don't own Celine Dion's song. I don't own five cents. The five cents I don't own didn't come off of this. Neither did my non-existant bank account. There.

Hi peeps, this is an Angel + Dalil fanfic for Digimon. I came up with plot, she came up with Digimon idea and the original starter thingy. Well, we hopes you like it! And by the way, I'm gonna have these things, the fourth person to review will get something cool by e-mail, so make sure we have it! :)

It started off in May. The time of year where youth and teenagers drift off because summer vacation is about 60 days away. Most normal youth like online chats and surfing on the computer. In that view, they were normal youth. In the other, they weren't.

Eleven people met on that one chat room. Coincidentaly, or destiny? To this day it is unknown. But it was known, though not by them, that all of them had a digimon. And that's where they are not-so-normal.

So maybe it didn't start of in May. It started off in January, 2000, when these people were downloading e-greetings from their friends in faraway places. All Erin, Jen, Kami, Keileen, Sai, Alex, Travis, Emanuel, Ky, Remi, and Jordan all hit print in the first minute of the new year, all at the same time. Their printers were supposed to print off pictures of cool, animated characters. The printer printed off cool animated characters. Except they weren't animated. They were real. Real called Digimon.

And on this day in May 2002, the people were all in a chat room, with their digimon secret. But not for long.

Canadian_Funkstar has logged in.

Ky read the message. There were ten other people online now.

Canadian_Funkstar says: Hey guis and gurls of this world, wazzup my fellow homie ppl?

Erin laughed.

Yeah yeah yeah says: not 2 very mucho.....

And so they went on, telling stupid jokes and stories, complaining, and doing what people usually do on chats. Except for when Ky hit the 'Delete' button by accident. Because normal youth usually do fun stuff on chat. Normal delete buttons usually delete. And normal digimon don't exist, because digimon are very abnormal things. So the unnormal Kami got thrown into the Dark Ocean, and that is a very unormal thing.

"Damn!" cried Emanuel. His computer filled with numbers, all running across the screen like a river trying to crack a code. "Damn!" cried Kami as her and Kalymon were suddenly surrounded by evil digimon.

"Damn!" cried Remi as he stubbed his toe.

And though the story may have started in the chat, or in January, now the story really begins.

Emanuel felt himself melt into the machine. He tried to resist this ghastly force, but it was no use. Him and Salamon were now swimming in the trouble of their lives.

Every other person in that chat room's screen went blank. Then it went fuzzy, then filled with number codes. All of them started slowly, slowly getting pulled into the world of Data. (Not dating Mimi, Data.)

Kami was a very capable girl. She was strong, smart, and courageous. But even strong, smart, and courageous people feel somewhat afraid when there are millions of evil things surrounding them. So Kami felt afraid.

"He-EH-lp!" she cried, her high pitched shriek hardly noticable among the hard rumbling of the evil.

Heros are supposed to help. And Emanuel did help. But even heros might get somewhat nervous with millions versus four, and you were on the four side.

"What the.... ?!" his voice trailed off. Her removed his trusty sword from beside him, an item he carried around with him at all times. He guarded him and that strange red-head (Kami) with it diagonally protecting them.

Kalymon and Salamon both felt a glowing light surround them.

"Kalymon digivolve into.... what the...?! I can't digivolve!"

"Salamon digivolve into.... wait a second! I'm not getting bigger! Oh well, mind over matter! Big-ger, big-ger, big-ger! This isn't working!"

"Ohh.. I see a light in the sky... oh... it's almost blinding me..." Kami sang softly. She wasn't the only one.

"Ohh.. I see a light in the sky... oh... it's almost blinding me..." Remi screeched as he saw his last glimpse of his world for the time being as he quickly disapeared into the computer. Just how quickly were the new digidestined disapearing? As quick as Remi's singing career, and he sucked at singing.

And there they landed. In a large, white circular room. It was perfectly clean and the floor was hardwood. There wasn't a window, but a little red rug in the center of the room. Everything was... perfect, even though perfect doesn't exist. A beautiful female figure walked out, in normal clothes. Jeans, spaghetti strap shirts, and flip flops. Her hair was long and blond. She looked about twenty something.

"You're only about six years older than me!" Jordan cried in amazement. He studied the room suspiciously.

"Why does that bother you?" she asked.

"Because... your room... it's clean. No way you're normal," he said.

"You're right!" gasped Ky.

"You're a moron," said Sai.

"Who are you all?" asked Jen.

"Yeah, who are we all?" Travis asked.

There was an uncomfertable silence, and then a murmur of agreement.

"Who are we all?" they asked.

"Well, I guess we're the... digidestined," Keileen drew a breath.

"The digidestined..." Alex repeated. It felt weird.

And the digidestined they were.

**************************************************************************** ** So, how d'you like it? We'd love to hear from you in form of review. Remember, lucky numero four. Oh, and just some info:

Emanuel, 18, male, from Indinana, USA

Kami, 12, female, from Halifax, Nova Scotia (Canadian_Funkstar)

Ky, 13, male, from Ottawa, Ontario

Sai, 15, female, from New York, USA

Erin, 13, female, from California, USA

Keileen, 16, female, from USA

Jenn, 14, female, from Zaragose, Spain

Travis, 19, male, from Washington DC, USA

Alex, 22, male, from Detroit, USA

Jordan, 14, male, from Edinburgh, Scotland

Remy, 14, male, from Sydney, Autralia