GABUMON AND THE HUNTSMON
BY:
MAYBEILLBEBALDO
Hello Readers. This is a story I started a few years ago. I've gotten the majority of it written as a rough draft and plan to finish it while adding chapters. Forgive the title, I came up with it when Snow White and the Huntsmen came out and I had found the 1st Part of Digimon Season 1 in stores...
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GABUMON OR ANYONE/THING IN THE WORLD OF DIGIMON.
WARNING THIS STORY WILL BE A LEMON W/ PAIRING WITH GABUMON... I HAVEN'T DECIDED WHETHER TO SEPARATE THEM INTO THEIR OWN CHAPTERS OR AS PART OF THE CHAPTER...
PS THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE/TIMELINE
FEED BACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME!
Enjoy.
CHAPTER 1: A NEW FRIEND
High school… Ugh! It's got to be one of the worst parts of life. At least for me it is and I hate high school. A side from the usual segregation of jocks, nerds, and other persons, the main reason I hate high school is because I haven't found my niche.
I'm not smart so I don't qualify a nerd. I enjoy fantasy video games and cartoons, mainly anime, but not enough to participate in real life role playing or card games so I'm not a dork. Since I have formable strength I could be a jock but I'm not a douche to other people so that alienates me from their click.
Unfortunately I'm shy too, so I don't have any friends either. I don't even have the confidence to say "Hi" to people laying the ground work to spark a conversation or foundation to start a friendship. It doesn't help that I'm ridiculed by the entire student body but today's going to be different. Today-
"Tommy, dear, you better hurry or you're going to miss the bus again. I don't have time to drop you off today. I'm running late for work."
"I'm coming mom," I yelled grabbing the forest green backpack from my bed post.
Turning back to my mirror, I sighed studying my appearance starting with my black and silver trimmed sneakers, dark blue denim pants, maroon T-shirt with white letters trimmed in powder blue spelling "Bleach" one of my favorite anime programs and a maroon hooded sweatshirt with grey sleeves.
The dark fuzz remaining from the buzz cut over the weekend's barber visit contrasted nicely from my lightly tanned Italian skin. I thought the clothes lay nicely against my semi muscular build.
Taking a deep breath, my reflection told me, "Today's the day I'm going to make a friend."
Rushing down the stairs, I grabbed my brown paper lunch bag before stepping out the door. I made it just in time to watch the yellow cheese bus pull away. Drawing another deep breath, I exhaled "I'd rather walk anyway."
It wasn't a bad morning for a walk to school. Regardless of how much I hurry, I knew I'd be late. I just walk slow. Sunlight warmed the body enough on this early autumn day while highlighting some of hues from the color changing tree leaves.
Wondering which classmate to attempt to befriend today, I ran through each name finding fault with everyone. "Jimmy… No he's a bully. Rachel… She's too loud." A sudden scream snapped me back to reality.
Jimmy and a group of his friends were hitting a small ball with a horn atop its head around striking it with kicks and sticks. Suddenly a chirp of pain sounded from the ball making me realize it was alive. Enraged I ran directly toward the commotion.
"Hey leave that animal alone," I growled.
"Get lost G-balls," Jimmy, a husky lad, retorted.
"Yeah beat it pussy," his henchman agreed.
"I said leave it alone," I ordered throwing rocks at their hands. Each pebble hit the pressure points of the wielders' hands forcing the kids to drop the sticks.
"Ow," the community bullies cried in unison.
"Well if you want it that bad G-balls," Jimmy snorted, "then catch!" He kicked the animal at me then led his friends away.
I caught the strange little brown furred animal in my abdomen. That was a mistake. A horn protruding from the top of his head slit my hoody causing a thin cut along my side. A blood droplet fell from the wound when the animal pulled its horn back onto the creature's cheek making it tremble uncontrollably.
"It's okay. It's okay," I tried sounding calming. "They're gone. You're okay."
The creature passed out.
Finding an isolated bridge underpass by a creek, I tore a patch from one of my hoody's sleeve soaking it in the cool water. While I dabbed the unconscious animal's forehead (I think) with the dampened cloth, I couldn't help observing its strange appearance.
The creature's soccer ball shaped head was tan with a white face that was accented by a pair of large eyes and an almost puppy like mouth. It lacked other obvious cranial features like ears, a nose, as well as was missing a torso and legs. However it did have an 8 inch charcoal grey horn on its head that I knew was sharp touching the slit it made in my sweatshirt.
Slowly the creature's eyes opened revealing a fierce yet soft crimson. Once they focused on me, the animal coward showing a set of jagged teeth. I probably should have been scared too but I wasn't.
"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you," I said as gently as I could. Hoping the frozen animal would thaw, I removed the pack of apple slices from my lunch. "Are you hungry?"
I placed the pieces like a small trail while backing away from the little guy attempting to appear less imposing. "I'm not sure what you eat but most animals like fresh fruit."
My idea must have worked because a couple minutes later the tiny head gobbled down the first piece of apple then proceeded to the second one.
"I'm happy you woke up," I smiled as the animal ate the third apple slice. "I was worried Jimmy and the others really hurt you."
My fists balled. "Damn Jimmy," my hands shook. "He's really a big asshole." The creature devoured two more pieces of fruit. Watching the animal hop around without legs defused my anger and made me to smile. "My name's Tom Baldini. What's yours?"
"Tsunomon," it replied before looking up as if it committed a crime.
I smiled widely. I didn't expect it to respond let alone so casually. His voice had a timid sound to it. "Hello Tsunomon, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"You're not frighten of me?"
"Why would I be afraid of you?"
"Because I'm a talking animal. Most people run away screaming when they hear me talk."
"Really," I asked watching Tsunomon nod. "Well not me. I've dreamed of meeting talking animals my whole life," I smiled. "Um… What kind of animal are you?"
Sheepishly Tsunomon responded, "I'm a Digimon."
"Digimon?"
"It's short for Digital Monsters," it continued, "from the Digital World."
"A talking monster from another world," I shook excitedly. "Oh man! You're so cool. Um… Tsunomon?"
The little face stared attentively. "Yes?"
"I would be honored to be your friend if you would accept me," I asked but I was really begging.
The little Digimon turned away. I watched his white cheeks gradually redden from embarrassment. "I thought we already were."
"Oh Tsunomon," I scooped up the little ball and hugged it. "Thank you."
"I made my own friend," Tsunomon said cheerfully. "Matt will be so proud."
"Matt," I questioned setting Tsunomon back on the ground.
"He's my best friend and partner."
I fell a little from my emotional high. "He is?"
"Yes, we have a special connection and I need his help," Tsunomon answered. "That's why I'm here."
"Really?"
"Yes, but I haven't been able to find him," Tsunomon started crying.
Lifting the Digimon's chin, I said, "I'll help you find him."
"Really?"
"I promise," I offered a smile. "I'll do everything in my power to help you find Matt even if it means traveling to the ends of the world."
Tsunomon attempted a hug saying and repeating "Oh thank you" but ended up just rubbing against me like cats do. I guess hugs are tough to do without arms anyway.
"Don't thank me yet," I replied and added when Tsunomon's face contorted questioningly, "Wait until we find him."
"Okay," Tsunomon looks around. "Where are we?"
"Philadelphia, PA."
"Is that far from Japan?"
"Um… Yes, very far," I choked out. "Is that where Matt lives?"
"Yes," Tsunomon sounded discouraged.
I rubbed the back of my neck thinking that this search may just take us to the ends of the world but then responded as optimistically as I could. "Maybe Matt's in town. You crossed into our world here, right?"
"Yeah, maybe you're right."
"Come on. I know where to start looking," I stood up. "Follow me."