Gatamigo: Hey everyone, Gatamigo here!

Chili: Along with cool as ice Chili da Snowman!

Gatamigo: Hey, this is my fan fiction! Get outta here!

Chili: Oh, stuff it, G. This is only your first fan fiction, do you really think you can do the disclaimer all by your lonesome?

Gatamigo: Well, I actually-

Chili: -would love to have me do it. Gatamigo doesn't own Digimon, he just fangirls over it. Seriously, don't even mention Digimon with this guy, he foams at the mouth.

Gatamigo: I do not!

Chili: Enjoy the Prologue!

"HEY, DE-CHAN! De-chan, look what I got!" cried the boy as he ran the final feet to the bus stop and his friends. His curly black hair bounced with every step and his thick red winter coat bouncedalong with it. He skidded to a halt in front of his much shorter female friend, almost falling on his butt thanks to the icy road on which they stood.

Turning to give him a smile, Desiree replied, "How are you this morning, Derek?" Desiree, like Derek, was waiting in the unyielding cold of winter for the warm bus that would eventually ferry them off to the high school for yet another day of learning. Unlike her friend, who was nice and toasty in his thick jacket, she wore a simple brown hooded sweatshirt with a zipper down the front. Not really something one would wear to keep out the cold. Her long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail, flew wildly around her face as the arctic winds chilled her small frame to the core. She had to hold her arms around her waist just to keep warm.

Happy as a lark, and clearly not paying attention to Desiree's question, Derek blurted out, "De-chan! Last night, my mom brought me a package!"

"A package?" asked Desiree, her head tilted to the side. "What sort of package?"

"It was airmail! Apparently, it had come in the mail yesterday, but mom forgot about it." said the tall boy gleefully bouncing in place. "Guess what it was! Guess!"

Shaking her head in mock annoyance, Desiree replied, "Do I have to do this every time something comes in the mail for you?" Dez gave Derek an unimpressed look, with her arms folded for extra impact on how annoyed she was. "It must have been something you liked; I could hear the squeals of joy at my place."

From somewhere behind Derek, another girl walked into the group. She was taller than Desiree, and not much shorter than Derek. She had short brown hair that was slightly spiky in the back, with long bangs tied to the right side with two colorful hair clips. She wore a plain gray hoodie that was notably warmer than the little thing Desiree was wearing. Over her shoulder she held a light purple messenger bag with black star designs scattered across it. "At least you live two houses down from him, Dez. I have to live next door."

Derek smiled sheepishly. "Hello, Kay-chan. I guess you already heard the news, huh?"

Katy gave Derek a fake glare, saying, "I heard it last night, you big dork. I thought the town was being invaded by Yodelers."

Desiree began laughing uncontrollably at this remark, as Derek blushed brightly, wondering at how loud he had actually been last night when he opened his gift.

Between chuckles and snorts, Dez managed to ask, "So, what was in that thing, anyway?" Derek brightened up quickly, remembering the reason for which they were having this conversation.

"As you know, Bandai just announced the release of the first American Digimon online multiplayer RPG, right?"

Katy rolled her eyes. "You've only told us multiple times a day for weeks now, Derek-kun. We remember."

Derek shook his head, grinning from ear to ear, "This isn't about the announcement, Kay-chan. I..." Derek reached into his pocket pulling out two blocky plastic devices, one red, and the other pink. He shoved them into the faces of the two girls, crying out, "-JUST GOT THE NEW GAME!!!"

Both girls stood stock still. True, this was great for their friend who had been obsessed with the Digimon franchise since it first premiered, but neither of the girls had any interest in it. This announcement left them unsure of how to react to their friend, who was standing there with a grin that went from ear to ear.

"That's.....nice?" asked Katy.

"Not just nice, AMAZING!" cried Derek, "This puppy has the latest Digidex, a map feature, and with it's free wireless connect ability, we can send each other messages for free! It even has a port on the top for a digisou-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minnit," interrupted Dez. "What's this about US connecting?"

Derek tilted his head in confusion. "Well, there's a wireless option and a chat function, so when we're bored, we can just pull out our digivices and send a message."

Desiree's jaw almost dropped to the ground. "You mean you really think I'm going to carry that thing around?! It's huge! How the heck would it fit in my pocket?!"

Katy shrugged her shoulders and gave a half smile. "Sorry, Derek-kun, we're just not really into Digimon like that. We'd have no use for it. Besides, you've been waiting for this game for so long, it only makes sense that it gets played by some who truly adores that geeky little show. But thank you for the offer."

The bus pulled up to their stop and the kids began to file onto the big yellow vehicle. Dez picked up her bag and turned to Derek to say something, but stopped. Derek's hands were down at his sides; his face was hidden from view by his low hanging head. His shoulders shook slightly and the digivices had been dropped on the ground.

Katy, concerned for the boy, moved closer. "Derek? Are you alright?"

Derek moved away, saying softly, "I'm fine. I'm going to get a ride from my mom, today, OK? See ya," and with that, Derek ran back up the street, leaving the two digivices and his bewildered friends behind.

Dez looked up at the taller girl mouth slightly agape. "D-did we say something?" Katy looked down at the blocky plastic devices lying in the snow. She picked them up and brushed them off, handing one to Dez.

"I don't know, Dez," she said softly, "I don't know."

Meanwhile, in a time and place far from ours, a rumbling shook the land. The creatures of this far off world felt it coming. Not a physical feeling, but something deep within their souls stirred that told them something of great importance was about to begin. Sitting on a large boulder, with folded legs and arms, a boy snapped his eyes open. He brushed his thick, orange hair out of his face, stood and straightened his leather jacket.

"Did you hear that, Bear? We're being summoned." he said, looking behind him to the person behind the rock.

Without coming into view, Bear responded with a grunt, "Yes sir. I will prepare the supplies for the journey."

The boy flipped his long bangs and stared into the sunset with a smirk. "Prepare yourself brother. This is the day that our paths meet again."