Additional Author's Notes: I really am a terrible person for thinking of things like this.


Disclaimer: Although the severely warped and twisted imagination is my own, Shaman King and its characters are the property of Hiroyuki Takei. Similarly, Digimon and its characters are the property of Akiyoshi Hongo, Bandai and Toei Animation.

Author's Notes: This is a one-shot story. I refuse to turn this into some kind of crazy multi-chapter epic crossover. You can't make me.


Noodle Noodle Come Get Your Noodle

2007

Seven years have passed since the Shaman Fight in Tokyo.

Five years have passed since chosen children from around the world gathered with their partner digimon to banish the dark power of Belial Vamdemon from the Digital World.

One journey ends. Another soon begins. Such is the way of things.

Hana, the young heir to the Asakura family, had accompanied Ryu into the city to run some errands. Eventually it came to be time for lunch so they had opted to take advantage of a noodle cart that just happened to be conveniently located along the way. It so happened that Daisuke was apprenticing at this particular noodle cart accompanied, as always, by V-mon.

Hana had never seen a digimon before. He was a shaman and he had witnessed the peculiar forms that spirits could take, but the cheerful little blue dragon was definitely something he had never encountered before. The dark haired teenager with the goggles on his head who seemed to be tending to the noodle cart didn't especially mind the fact that the dragon in question was helping itself to a bowl of ramen. Was it an Oversoul? Well, there was only one way to find out.

"What exactly is that?" he probably sounded a little rude and the way he pointed at V-mon certainly wasn't the most polite gesture he could have come up with, but the curiosity was getting to him.

"I'm V-mon," the dragon answered helpfully before guzzling down another mouthful of ramen.

That didn't really answer Hana's question. Was that supposed to be a name or something? For some reason this just made him even more confused.

"Uh... what... exactly... is a V-mon?" Hana really didn't get what was happening here.

Daisuke grinned, "He's my digimon." His goggles seemed to glint more brightly in the sunlight for emphasis. It didn't really help to explain anything though.

"Huh?" Hana beginning to feel more lost now than when he had first begun questioning them. "What's a digimon?"

"It's short for digital monster," V-mon declared as if that explained everything. It really didn't.

Hana still didn't get it. "Is that like some kind of Oversoul?"

"A what?" It was Daisuke's turn to sound confused.

Hana continued, "Aren't you a shaman or something?"

"No idea what that is," Daisuke recovered much too quickly. "I'm one of the chosen children," he paused and added, "I think some people call us the digidestined because we each have a partner digimon."

"You mean there are more of them?" Hana was liable to trip over himself in surprise at this point. He really needed to stop overreacting like that.

Before he could get an answer to this question he spotted two more boys accompanied by strange creatures approaching the noodle cart. One of them looked like some kind of small orange dinosaur. The other had a single horn and appeared to be wearing some kind of blue-striped fur pelt.

"It looks like Daisuke is still busy bringing in new recruits," Taichi started joking with Yamato.

"He's definitely got a knack for it," Yamato agreed.

End