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Digimon Digidestined Xros Tamers
Chapter 1: New Day, New Style
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever plan to own Digimon, the anime, the video games, the card game, etc., or the Kamen Rider Series. This is pure, fan-based, ridiculous fun meant to be shared with similar fans. I do not pretend that I can write Toei's series better than they can. But I can use the Digimon they chose not to give a major, if any role, onscreen time in my fanfic (though that mostly involves the Mega levels of the Digidestiend).
/Odaiba, Motomiya Household, 7:10 a.m.
This day was just supposed to be the first of many, normal days to come. The new school term was beginning, kids weren't ready to let go of summer yet, and Davis Motomiya was going to wake up late again. If not for his "dear" sister Jun, that is.
"Daisuke, time to get up," came the sing-song cry of Jun, as she pulled the sheets out from under her little brother.
"Wo-waaaaaaah!" Davis, a little dazed after tumbling off his bed, looked up and managed to make out the smirking image of his sister. "Juun!"
Jun just stuck out her tongue in response, egging her little brother on. "Come on, Daisuke, don't you want to get head start on your sad attempts to woo Kari? Maybe instead of being your usual doofus self, you could try acting like T.K. for a change."
A small, blue creature poked out his head from within a backpack lying near Davis' bed, yawning and wondering what the entire ruckus was. Over the summer, Davis' backpack had been converted into DemiVeemon's comfy little bed. He managed to catch sight of his partner running off after his sister thru the doorway, and giggled to himself before returning to sleep. 'Ah, looks like it's going to be another, normal day.'
/7:45 a.m.
The Motomiya siblings finally sat down at the table with their parents, after about five minutes of fighting and scraping about the house. The Motomiya's had barely twitched in reaction to their children's battle, having grown used to this occurring every other morning.
Mrs. Motomiya was sipping her orange juice, while keeping an eye on her riled children. "Davis, finish your breakfast and head on out. You can try your luck at beating your sister next time."
Davis glared daggers at his smirking sister, then finished up his cereal, dropped it off in the sink and grabbed his bag by the door. He opened the top of the bag and was greeted by the waking blue head of his partner. "Hey DemiVeemon, you ready to go?"
"Sure thing, Davish!"
Picking up his soccer gear, Davis dashed out the door of his apartment, eager to get to school early on the first day. This was partly because he was happy to see his old friends again, but mostly because he was hoping to get some alone time with Kari.
After the defeat of Arrmageddamon a year ago, the Digidestined had barely met up as a group. Sora and Matt, since they were dating, mostly hung out with each other, and occasionally Tai tagged along as well. Joe and Mimi seemed to be attending a lot of Mimi's friends parties, Izzy mostly seemed to be working with Gennai, when he wasn't coaching Cody or Yolei, and seemed to be in a funk as of recently. Right around the time Joe and Mimi started hanging out more. That just left out T.K. and Kari, who were either hanging out with their older siblings, or with each other. The only person from the team Davis had spent the most time with in the past year was Ken, and since he lived in Tamachi instead of Odaiba like the rest of the gang, that wasn't as often as he would have liked. But now he and the rest of the Second Digidestined group, including Cody, (who was only just entering the 5th grade) could hang out like old times. Perhaps, this time, without the threat of death being present every other second or needing to port off to another world in danger.
'Kari' he thought. The girl he'd been pinning after for as long as he could remember. She was one the kindest people he knew, always thinking about others, and seemed to be one of the few people that could put up with his antics. There were, however, obstacles keeping him from claiming her as his girlfriend. For one, in Davis' mind, there was the issue of T.K., also known as Takeru Takashi. So far as Davis was concerned, even after becoming friendly with T.K. over the past year, Kari had feelings for her old pal T.K., and he was in his way as a rival to Kari's heart. Secondly, Kari never seemed to show any real romantic interest in Davis, only friendly concern. This year, he planned on changing all of this.
The spiky haired boy was jogging across town, thoughts of Kari clouding his mind, and ran right into something tall. Being knocked back on his butt, Davis glanced up nervously into the person he had bumped into. He found himself looking up dark-skinned, teenaged boy, smiling amusingly at Davis. He had on a lax black vest with a red tie, a white collared shirt under the vest, khaki shorts and, oddly enough, a Digimon-looking bear keychain. He had on a green wooly cap and a little scar running down his left eye. Lastly, he seemed to be as much a goggle head and Davis, as a pair of golden ones could be seen sticking out of his right pocket. He crouched down to Davis' level and offered him a hand.
"Hey there, buddy. Need a hand getting back up?"
Davis took his hand in response, grinning. "Yeah, thanks. Sorry about bumping into ya like that."
The guy smirked. "Yeah, you seem to be in a hurry. What, you in trouble at home? High-tailing it out of school on the first day?"
"Nah, haven't even made there yet. It's why I'm in such a rush."
The boy gave him an amused look. "Oh, so we want to go to school now, do we?
Davis sweatdropped and waved his hand frantically as he tried to explain. "What? No, no I just have this girl- I mean some friends I'm anxious to see."
The boy chuckled and gave Davis a pat on his back. "Ah, women. Now that's something I can understand. She must really be something for you to be bowling into people and risking a beating."
Davis looked worryingly at the hand on his shoulder. The boy saw the look on his face and chuckled again. "Ah, don't worry, not gonna hurt ya; I'm in way to good a mood."
He pointed over to two girls over his shoulder, who were checking out a magazine stand and looking over in their direction every so often. When Davis turned to look at them, they giggled and waved at him. Davis blushed a little at this.
"Those friends of yours?"
"Just met them an hour ago, at a karaoke club downtown. They offered to show me around town." The boy smiled at this. "I'm too much a gentleman to turn down such an offer."
Davis, still a bit entranced by the cute girls, suddenly looked down at his watch and started to sprint off.
"Ah, I gotta go! Can't let T.K. beat me at greeting Kari!" he said this more to himself than to the other boy.
"Ah, a rival. Can't give you much advice on how to handle that. Good luck, I hear Ishida men are good at winning over hearts."
Davis turned around briefly to address the boy, who now had both girls wrapped in both his arms, strolling down the street. "Well actually he's going by Takas-, how do you know that name?"
The boy turned and gave Davis a mischievous smile. "If we meet up again, maybe I'll be up for some story-telling."
Davis was now sporting a confused look, then shrugged and went back down the road, making sure to avoid colliding with bystanders.
/Odaiba Middle School, 8:15 a.m.
"Leave it to that idiot to come in late" said a lavender hair sporting girl, who was busy scowling and tapping her feet while the late bell rang aloud.
"The term has only just begun Yolei; do you have to re-spark that old feud with Davis?" replied a short brown-haired girl, who was snapping pictures of the returning students for her scrapbook.
"Hey, I've been waiting all summer for that idiot to return my 'Super Street Fighter 4', and I was even nice enough to lend it to him! If he doesn't want any problems with me, Kari, then he had better have brought it back today, in mint condition!"
A blond lad, in a green hood sweatshirt and shorts, and a fishing hat sweatdropped at this. "Didn't you loan him your scratched up, glitchy copy?"
"In Mint. Freaking. Condition, T.K.!" snapped Yolei.
The classroom door burst open, with a sweaty, smiling Davis gasping in the doorway. "Hey guys, what s'up?"
Some of the class laughed as Davis's expression turned to one of sadness, as he realized that all the good seats next to Kari where taken. The laughter quickly died down as their new homeroom teacher gave them all an irritated looked.
"Mr. Motomiya, I presume?" the teacher looked at the late intruder with cold, analyzing eyes. Eyes that offset her rather youthful appearance.
Davis wavered under her gaze. "Yes ma'am."
"I am Miss Hidari, your homeroom teacher. Please be on time to class from now on. It is the first day of term, so I will let you off this once. Don't think because some flashy event you were involved in a year ago makes you exempt from the rules other students follow." Her gave turned to the rest of the Digidestined inhabiting her room. "That goes for all of you."
The rest of the group sweatdropped, and they all nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes ma'am."
Miss Hidari sighed and looked at her class chart. "Mr. Motomiya?"
Davis came to attention. "Yes, Hidari-sensei?"
"Don't stand there looking like a misplaced scarecrow, take a seat next to-" she scanned her chart to make sure she wasn't making a mistake, "Kazuko-chan. Hmm, you seemed to have not given the main office your last name, dear."
The girl Miss Hidari was addressing was of similar size as Kari and Yolei, if a bit shorter. She had raven black hair that was tied into a ponytail at the back. One of the things she had on was a black t-shirt depicting a warzone, with a mushroom cloud going off in the background. She also had on a red skirt, black stockings and some plain shoes. The most notable feature she had were her tired, uninterested gray eyes, which seemed bored by everything around her. The girl barely moved in surprise at being mentioned, and briefly looked at the boy who was, reluctantly, coming over to sit by her. She then looked away in relative disinterest.
"Miss Kazuko? Did you hear me?"
"Oh, uh yes Hidari-sensei!"
"Be sure to get that sorted out with the office. You really should have gotten that attend to."
"Well my family prefers to leave that information out of records; you understand of course."
"Oh, really?" Miss Hidari raised her eyebrow at this, slightly curious as to what excuse one could possibly have for not giving it.
Seeing that the teacher wasn't simply going to leave it at that, the girl straightened herself up and continued.
"My mother is Miss Anzo of the Digital Defense Initiative…"
"Ah yes, that hotshot designer that's been all over the news lately."
The classroom began to murmur over this latest bit of news, most of them being clearly interested in the new girl's life, before Miss Hidari gave them all an icy look that clearly meant 'shut your gobs, now!'.
/Odaiba High Cafeteria, 10:25 a.m.
"It's only the first day and already my night looks like it's going be a long one. How is this fair? I was so looking forward to spending some time on the sand, alone with Ke- playing Skyrim! I mean playing Skyrim!" Yolei jumped up alert in her seat, realizing that she had dozed off a bit and was beginning to blab. Both Davis and T.K. chuckled as Yolei tried acting like she hadn't just daydreamed about Ken in a bright speedo, serving her drinks on a beach.
"I don't know, Yolei, I'm glad to be back. Sure, the work seems kinda much for the first day back-," he eyed the sheets of paper jammed roughly in a backpack, Patamon looking none too comfortable, "but you can't say this wasn't an interesting day. Who knew we'd have a classmate related to Miss Anzo, Head of the D.D.I.?" said T.K., having met up with the group in the cafeteria after his first two classes.
"Right, I thought I had heard that name before. What does Hyp-" Yolei was cut off with a light elbow shove from Davis, who slid onto the seat opposing T.K. and nearly knocked Yolei off of the table. She glared in the direction of her "dear leader".
"Yeah, yeah, that's nice and all. Hey T.F., you happen meet any tall tourists lately? Guy with a big old red tie, American by the sound of it?" asked Davis, who had completely ignored what T.K. had brought up earlier.
The boys shook his head, "Sorry Davis, can't say that I have. Why'd you ask?"
"Great job, pissing off the teacher on the first day, Davis!" Yolei shoved back, sending him over the other side of the cafeteria table, "Could you have been any more annoying or should I not jinx us all? I mean, you already earned the class our first weeks' worth of homework early!" hissed Yolei, who had just come out of biology class taught by their homeroom teacher.
"Hey, it's not my fault the lady has issues. I was late by like one minute-"
"Five minutes. And by the way, where the hell is my Street Fighter game?"
"You'll get it back when you get it back, sheesh." Davis ducked a swing from Yolei and was about to counter by tackling her to the ground. As they restarted the Davis-Yolei War, Kari walked in.
"Oh, hey Kar-" distracted, Davis was decked by a left hook from his "mortal enemy" and fell to the ground.
Yolei looked up from her attack, and her face instantly became pleasant, as if she hadn't just floored someone, "Hey Kari, what's up?"
"Hi Davis. Yolei, really?" replied Kari, giving Yolei a look while helping Davis back onto his feet.
"Bitch had it coming!" barked Yolei, fire in her eyes as she stood atop the table, fist clenched and shaking.
"T.K., what was it I heard you talking about a second ago." Said Kari, changing the subject and taking her seat at the table.
"Well, you all have heard about the D.D.I., the Digital Defense Initiative, right?"
Both Yolei and Kari nodded, while Davis simply had a confused puppy look on his face. Yolei couldn't help but to mess with Davis.
"Leave it to our "fearless leader" to not keep up with current events."
Davis glared at Yolei. "Then by all means, tell me Yolei. What exactly is this D.D.I.?"
Yolei blanked for a moment, trying to remember. "Oh, what did they say on the news again? Oh right, it's a secret program set up to construct safe transportation between our world and the Digital World."
T.K. shook his head. "Not exactly. My dad's been working with some people who are part of the program, and he told Matt and me that its goal seems more to make sure the world's safe from the Digital World."
Kari gasped at this "What, you mean like making weapons to target Digimon?" Both Yolei and Davis' faces expressed the same shock and concern as Kari's.
T.K. scratched the back of his head "From what I can tell, they seem to only want to make sure something like last Christmas doesn't happen again, or at least keep creeps like Myotismon or Daemon from getting access here. Something called "Project Hypnos" is meant to do all this, though someone like my dad isn't told those kinds of things in detail."
Davis was staring at his knees, fists clenched as he thought of suited agents coming for Veemon with nets and Tasers. "What gives, didn't they see us save the world twice last year? Can't they trust us to take care of things?"
Kari gave Davis a warm look. "Davis, why would the government trust a bunch of kids to handle something as huge as we've gone through? Sure, we got lucky a few times and did our best, but I think if there's a possible way to catch a break, this would be it."
Just a second ago you were horrified at the idea, now you're okay with it? Thought Davis, but then dismissed this complaint, as Kari did have a way of seeing the light in any situation. Something he loved about her.
"Uh, Kari-" he started.
"By the way T.K., what's that new job you got over the summer? You never got around to telling me about it." Interrupted Yolei, who was only too happy to stop yet another one of Davis' attempted confessions.
"Oh, that. It's nothing really."
"T.K., it's the first step of your dream to become a writer. It's definitely not nothing." This came from Kari, and it sunk Davis' heart to know that she again had more intimate details of T.K.'s life.
So, T.K. has a job. Great. What did I spend my summer doing? Davis then recalled the game Yolei had requested back earlier and sweatdropped mentally.
"I'm just an intern at a publishing company, I edit a few things the higher ups missed and need and extra pair of eyes to go over. It not really that big a deal" continued T.K. who was blushing a little and scratching his head more.
The girls continued to fawn over the modest T.K., while Davis silently sulked at their table. He then simply got up and began to head off out of the Cafeteria. Kari looked up and saw him leaving.
"Davis, where are you going?"
"I got to get some things sorted out."
/Hallway, 10:45 p.m.
"Davish, why'd we leave?"
"Just want some time alone to think, Demi."
"About what?"
"You heard them. T.K. already has a job, and you saw how he wanted to be a writer when they were all trapped in dream worlds, right?"
"I saw his family reunited, where'd you get the whole writer thing from?"
"Never mind, look. I want to be the world best Ramen Noodle Salesman…"
"Which sounds Awesome, by the way."
"I know, right? Anyway, to do that, I obviously need to find a job somewhere that can teach me how to cook."
"What, you can't cook?"
An image of a mini nuke going off on a frying pan Davis had tossed a bunch of peppers, salts, a bag (not cup, bag) of assorted sugars, and some secret ingredient that was supposed to all make up the 'Ultimate Omelet' appeared in Davis' mind.
"No, not really no."
"Hey, Daisuke!"
Not sure who was calling him, let alone by his real name, Davis turned around to see a messy haired, irritated-looking boy, garbed in last year's soccer team uniform covered in mud. Not recognizing the kid, Davis spoke.
"Hey kid, if you wondering when try outs start, go ask Coach Akira about it. I probably won't be joining this year."
Smiling maliciously, the boy pointed a finger at Davis and laughed.
"Hah, too afraid to be shown up by me on the field, so you're just quitting? Even I expected a little more out of you, Daisuke!"
"What? That's not why I- do I know you? You seem to know my name."
Sweatdropping, the boy's expression changed to one of annoyance.
"You don't freakin' recognize me! I'm your rival, Mamoru!"
Not ringing any bells, Davis cocked his head to one side in confusion, trying to analyze the kid's face in order to recognize him better. DemiVeemon's voice called out from Davis bag in a whisper.
"Davish, isn't he the guy who botched your first match against Ken?"
Thinking back, Davis recalled the day he first encountered Ken Ichijouji, and how his team had lost that match. Sure, he hadn't played a perfect match, but he seemed to recall someone…
"Hey Daisuke, out of my way!"
Mamoru attempts to slide tackle the ball away from Davis, knocking him over instead and allowing Ken to literally skip away with the ball towards the goal, without any effort.
"Alright Ichijouji, let's see if we can't wipe that smirk of Yolei's-"
"You're going down, superstar!"
Interfering again in the two's duel for the ball, Mamoru tried to pull off a flying kick, aiming for the ball as well. Ken sidestepped out of the way, allowing the fool to actually land on the ball foot first, and topple over like a failed circus clown. Proceeding to take the ball as a distracted Davis tried helping the arrogant boy up, he scored yet another goal unaided.
"Go Davis, you can do it!"
Spurred on by his friends encouraging cries, Davis dribbled towards the goal, the goalie tensing up in anticipation. The crowd went silent when they saw Ken appear in front of Davis, as a duel between the two teams' top players was about to-
"Banzaiii!"
Also appearing out of nowhere, Mamoru body checked Ken and actually tried to steal the ball off of Davis. The referee sweatdropped upon witnessing the scene, and decided that the best course of action was to give Ken a penalty shot. As two of Davis' teammates joined him and Mamoru in forming the obligatory wall, all three glared at their very own 'Leroy Jenkins'.
"You got to be kidding me. You're the guy that cost us that game."
"I did not. I put the team on my back!"
"Put the team on your- You freaking tried to steal the ball of me, as well as half of our team, you never listened to any of our plans, and you almost kept me from scoring our ONLY point that game. What are you even doing trying to join the team this year?!"
Glaring at the Digidestined, Mamoru replied.
"Well now that's none of your business, since you said yourself that you won't be joining this year."
"Probably won't be. If you're going to be on again, the team will need all the help they can get."
"Whatever. See you at tryouts then, if you even show up. Just don't pretend to have a chance at the captain's seat this year, not with your quitter attitude."
Leaving as if he had accomplished something, Mamoru strode off with what he thought appeared to be swag. The rest of the teenagers in the hall, snickering at his unkempt appearance, disagreed. Davis just sweatdropped in annoyance at the whole situation.
"Well, that happened."
/End of Biology Class, 2:17 p.m.
"Class dismissed. Please come tomorrow prepared to work" Miss Hidari seemed no more pleasant than she was that morning.
It was the last class of the day, and Davis had just had his own biology class to suffer through. He was rather frightened by his cold teacher, but he needed some advice from her. He walked up to her desk, where she was busy packing up her things into her satchel.
"Um, Miss Hidari?"
"A question on the first day, Davis? We haven't even begun any of the subject material." Replied the teacher, as 'kind' as always.
Davis looked downcast but continued "Well, yes; but not about school work."
She raised an inquisitive eyebrow "What then, do you need?"
"I was wondering if you knew of any restaurants that were currently hiring, or looking to teach new chefs."
Miss Hidari snorted. "A student should be concerning himself with school work, and not getting distracted by outside duties. You more so than others; I've heard about the type of grades you get," she looked at Davis, and saw that her words had more of a negative impact than she had intended. "…However, you do maintain a C average, and I have taught students that seem to be able to balance work and school and have done worse than you, so I guess I could you some help."
Davis lite up a little upon hearing this. "Really? Thanks, Hidari-sensei!"
Miss Hidari went into her satchel, ruffling through a few items, before pulling out a piece of paper, flyer for a new restaurant in Tamachi. It read "Welcome to 'Chou Appetite', where we guarantee to fill your gut and sate your palate. Now hiring rookie/interested chefs". She handed the flyer and the Address to Davis and headed for the door. She then turned and the last second and cheerfully winked at Davis.
"Just don't think I'm going soft on you on the first day. And don't go blabbing around school that I just hand out jobs to students. It's still not certain they will take you."
/Tamachi, 4:17 p.m.
"Davish, where are we going? It's been an hour already, and we haven't even stopped by to say hi to Ken." DemiVeemon was poking his head out of Davis' backpack, and was looking around to see if he recognized anything.
"You'll see in a moment, Demi, don't worry. Come on, it's got to be around here somewhere."
Davis had been stumbling around Tamachi for quite a while now, having taken a bus there after his talk with Hidari-sensei, and was not finding his way as easily as he'd thought he would. It hadn't occurred to him to ask Ken where the new restaurant that was opening in his neighborhood would be, and it might have been his next idea, if someone hadn't stumbled into him in a rush and knocked both of them over.
DemiVeemon tucked inside the backpack and secured himself between Jun's missing teddy bear and his folded Snuggie so as not to get crushed by Davis when he hit pavement.
"Ugh, knocked over twice in one day. Just my luck." Davis was lying on his back, and began to look up at his assailant. He looked up into familiar gray eyes, which looked back with minor recognition of who she had run into.
She that girl from class, what's-her-name?
Kazuko, as that was her name, quickly launched herself off of Davis in annoyance.
"Do you wind watching out where you're going? Not all of us can afford to daydream right now!"
Getting himself up, Davis responded defensively.
"Well sorry, Ms. Attitude. Can't imagine where you're in such a rush to get on to."
Kazuko seemed to consider him coldly for a moment, and Davis was a little put off by how she seemed to be analyzing him, almost Terminator like. She then shrugged and turned to go. "Whatever, I can't waste what little time I have debating with you." She turned to go, but was stopped as Davis took ahold of her arm.
"Wait! Okay, look I'm sorry for knocking us both down, but I was wondering if you could help me with something." Davis saw how she gave him a weird look upon hearing this, and quickly turned red and added, "NO, nothing dirty! I just need directions to a place."
"Oh, you're probably looking for the new Karaoke Diner. It's right next to where I work."
Davis shook his head, "No, unless "Chou Appetite Steakhouse" is a Karaoke Diner. I thought it was just a regular steakhouse."
This seemed to have actually stunned Kazuko. "I work at Chou Appetite Steakhouse!" She freed herself from Davis' hands and motioned for him to follow her. "I could take you there," she then looked down at her watch, which showed the current time to be 4:59, and a sweatdrop formed at the back of her head. "Hopefully, I'll still be employed there when we make it."
/Chou Appetite Steakhouse, 5:09 p.m.
The building they had arrived at was like a miniature city, if only because the amount of lights shining off it could put New York to shame, and blind a young child in less than 5 seconds. Also, it had to be at least as big as a three floor motel, and had a lovely aroma surrounding the area. Size clearly had a factor in attracting curious customers into its rather Viking Hall like appearance.
"Well, here we are. Hope you enjoy your meal." Kazuko started to move towards the back entrance, but noticed that Davis had grabbed hold of her arm.
"Oh right, I didn't tell you. I'm actually here for a job."
"A job? Here?"
"Yeah, why not? I wanna get a start on introducing my brand of Ramen to the world, so I might as well start here."
Kazuko raised an eyebrow at this. "Ramen?"
"Yup."
"Anything else?"
"Nope, not really. Just wanna sell Ramen."
"Don't you think you should pick up some other recipes as well, if you wanna make a career out of that?"
"Well I'm here, aren't I?"
Kazuko couldn't help but chuckle a little at this. "Well anyway, you won't be able to cook your particular recipe for Ramen without at least becoming a resident chef, and with the-" she paused, trying to find the right words, then just settled on "type of supervisor you'd be stuck with here, that likely isn't going to happen before your 60th birthday."
Davis gulped at this "He's that bad, huh?"
"She is what a friend of mine would call a 'Class-A Bitch from Hell'. Do you still want to work here?"
Davis didn't skip a beat responding "Sure, I've never been known to back away from a challenge. Sides, wouldn't be right of me to leave you to deal with this supervisor by yourself."
Kazuko seemed to have to register that last comment, and then smirked when she realized that he was trying to act chivalrous. She then led Davis through the back entrance into the kitchen of the restaurant. Waiting there to greet them (or at least Kazuko) was a group of grinning, mean-looking girls garbed in chefs' hats and aprons. The ringleader appeared to be the girl with the blonde-dyed hair, worn in pigtails similar to your average Japanese Magical Girl, who had an arrogant smirk plastered over her face.
"Oh, now what do we have here? First you mess up the Mayor's order, then you set fire to half of our aprons and ingredients and now, Kazuko, you thought you could secretly bring your boyfriend over for a quick lay?"
Davis blushed scarlet at this, but Kazuko just emotionless chuckled and started to move towards her work station.
"Please, he's not my type. And I don't bring dates to work for 'quick lays'."
The ringleader gave a little royal laugh, and continued to drag out the situation, walking around Kazuko as she did. "I was about to say, my view of the world was being challenged. I mean, how could a little mouse such as yourself," She walked up to Davis, and seductively placed a finger under chin, making their eyes meet, "score a hottie like this. A Digidestined no less."
Kazuko sighed and continued to move on to her workstation, but was block by two of the chefs from before. "Megumi-sempai, tell them to get out of my way. There are customers waiting."
The ringleader, Megumi, dropped her hand from Davis' chin and her eyes darkened. "What did you just say to me, worm?" she walked over to Kazuko, took hold over her shoulder and turned her around so as to slap her across the face, knocking her onto the floor.
"You do not talk to me as if we are friends! I am a Master Chef! I'm of the Kimura Family! You will show me respect!"
Kazuko tightened her right hand into a fist, and decked Megumi square in the nose, drawing blood and sending her back two steps.
"I told you when we first met. Do not touch me."
Megumi gripped her dripping nose, staring at the blood in her hand in shock. Looking at her assailant, she glared in anger and raised her hand to slap Kazuko again, but found that someone had caught her hand. Megumi turned around to see an angry Davis restraining her.
"That isn't very lady-like, now is it?"
Knocking Davis back with surprising ferocity, she launched herself at Kazuko, knocking her down into her two lackeys and causing all four of them to tumble about on the floor. Kazuko elbowed the two henchgirls into submission rather quickly, leaving them to nurse their stomachs as she focused on Megumi.
Davis got up for the third time today, and tried to separate the two.
"Hey hey, let's not fight. Aren't we all here to cook-"
"BUTT OUT!"
He received two fists to the face for his troubles, but persisted and managed to get the two girls standing and separated, both thoroughly scratched up and beaten, though Megumi more so than Kazuko.
"I didn't need your help, Motomiya," said Kazuko, still tense.
Calming down a bit, Megumi put on a fake smile, and relaxed her hand. "You know, this really wasn't very lady-like of me. Please forgive me for that little outburst, Motomiya-san."
Davis didn't relax his grip as he kept the two at arm's length away from one another.
"I'm not the person you should be apologizing to."
Megumi gave Kazuko a cold look from the corner of her eye, and then half-heartedly gave a "Sorry."
"Oh, you're going to be a lot more than sorry when I'm done."
The entire kitchen turned towards the young man standing at the base of staircase in the back. He had on a loosely fitting light-brown collared shirt and some denim jeans. He had some stubble on his chin, and was gnawing on a piece of straw. The man appeared very cross.
"Megumi, what exactly was that all about?"
Initially a bit frightened, Megumi seemed to suddenly regain her composure. "The late-comer was trying to sneak in a quick lay before work and was getting mouthy."
"So you assaulted a co-worker? Nothing you say she did justifies attacking her, and I know she didn't bring what's-his-name over there over to fuck him, I heard it all from my office."
The color drained from Megumi's smug face as he continued, "Just like I know she didn't mess up that order on purpose, or set fire to our gear."
Davis whispered into Kazuko's ear, "Who's that guy?"
"If this is going where I think he's going, he might end up being your boss after all."
Megumi tried to reappear confident, "Look I get that you're the boss of this joint, but don't forget-"
"-Who your father is? Not the head chef of the most popular steakhouse in Tokyo. And-" the man pulled out a note from his right pocket, and raised it in front of his face as he read it out loud, "as he told me to let you know, 'If my dear daughter acts out or behaves in a way that doesn't meet your standards, feel free to terminate her employment immediately and alert me of any troubles she may have caused you. Mr. Kimura'. It has his signature if you want to dispute this."
The girl could only open her mouth, but finding she had nothing to say in rebuttal, closed it shut soon after.
"Well then, no point in prolonging this. You're fired. Get your things and be out of my kitchen before 5:30," he looked down at his watch, "Which will be in 12 minutes. Best start now."
"Rrrgghhh" was all Megumi could muster in response, grinding her teeth together and turning for the storage room to grab her bags. She gave one last icy look to both Kazuko and Davis, and then continued on to collect her things.
"I hate having to do that, especially within the restaurant's first month. She was a descent chef. Ah well, unto to the business at hand," It was then that Davis realized he was talking to him. He didn't seem to really be addressing him, but everyone else in the kitchen, save Kazuko, was back at chopping vegetables and washing pans.
"Kazuko, you do need to stop coming in so late. I don't want to go and fire two talented chefs of mine within the same week. And try not to brutalize anymore co-workers, okay."
"Yes boss. Sorry, it won't happen again. However, I seem to have brought an eager replacement for Megumi-semp…Megumi." Kazuko motioned for Davis to step forward, which he did.
"Hi there. My name's…"
"Daisuke 'Davis' Motomiya, a Digidestined. One of the one's who fought that giant rocket insect monster a year ago. Saw you on the news," he walked over to Davis, and gave him a quick look-over.
"I'd thought you'd be taller. So, you're looking for a job as a chef, huh? Got any experience serving food to people. Edible food, mind you."
"Well, my family has all lived through my Curry Ramen Special, does that count?"
The young man sweatdropped. 'I'm not sure I can afford this kid. Still, Kazuko seems to vouch for him, no idea why. And having a celebrity chef like him could increase the number of our customers. He gave Davis another look,
"…Kazuko will assist you your first week here, and we'll see where this goes. Be here Monday through Friday no later than 4:30," the man glanced over in Kazuko's direction, who was busy boiling potatoes and pretending she couldn't feel his eyes land on her. "That goes for both of you. Oh, and just call me Kai. Boss just feels too archaic."
"Thank you, thank you thank you! You won't have any problems from me, bos- I mean Kai!"
Kai was already heading back over to the staircase, leading to his office. Before ascending, he turned to get one last look at his newest chef, who was busy pouring various herbs and spices all over some boiling noodles Megumi had left unattended, with Kazuko trying to stop him from emptying the entire shelf's contents into the bowl.
Yeah, he could bring in some more customers, certainly. If he doesn't poison anyone first, that is.
/Chou Appetite Steakhouse, 7:40 p.m.
The karaoke club next door had opened up 40 minutes ago, and the sound of ruckus laughter and poor to mediocre singing could be heard through the kitchen walls. The current song being sung was that 'Shots' song that was a hit in the US, though why that was being played was a mystery to most of the kitchen staff still there, until they heard a foreigner's voice singing. They had to admit, he wasn't that bad at it. His audience clearly thought he was the new Teenage Werewolves in the making. Davis even thought that he sounded a bit familiar.
Slowly, during closing time, most if not all of the kitchen staff, save Kazuko, Davis, and Kai started to pack up and leave for home. Some of them gave Davis a playful pat on the back as they walked by, while others locked up the ingredients they personally had brought in so as to keep him from adding them to his next 'experiments'.
"Hey, new guy. Be sure to lock up if you're the last one out," a young chef called out from outside the kitchen doors, as he walked off home.
If you're not drunk, ladies and gentlemen…Get ready to get Fucked UP!
The kitchen was being cleaned up by Davis, Kazuko, and even DemiVeemon. Davis felt bad for keeping him stuffed in his bag most of the day, so he let him out for some exercise and told him if he helped clean up he could sample some of the honey they had in storage.
"So, how do you think I did on my first day?" asked Davis, as he swept some ashes clear of the stove he was using.
…Where you at? Now let's go, YEAH!
Kazuko was soaking what remained of her chef's hat, as well as scrapping some torched biscuits into a bin. With a sigh, she replied "Well I have my work cut out for me, definitely."
Hey!
Davis pouted a little, "Ah come on, I'm sorry about the hat. Some of the biscuits came out okay, right?"
Hey!
Kazuko looked over a DemiVeemon, who was finishing off the last three of the good batch of biscuits Davis had managed to save. "Well, your partner isn't keeling over, so that's something."
Hey!
Davis shook this off with a laugh, "Okay, it's a start. First biscuits, then D'oeuvres, next full course crab buffets. Nothing can stop me when I get going."
Hey! Uh huh!
"You shouldn't rush things you want to do right."
Davis glanced up from his sweeping toward Kazuko's direction, "Yeah, you're probably right. First biscuits, then maybe some Caesar salads, THEN the D'oeu-"
…All Drinks Are Free!
"You're not hearing me. You need to take your time when you're cooking something, or planning ahead for your next," she took a look over and the charred trays in the sink "success. If you rush things, they'll end up badly, and you'll end up disappointed having wasted your efforts."
Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Everybody!
For some reason unknown to Davis, Kazuko's words brought up images of all the times he proportioned Kari into dating him, and all the times she's turned him down. He shook these thoughts from his mind.
Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Everybody!
"Nah, if you wait too long, then TK makes his mo- the food burns. Yeah, most of my treats were singed, but I'll do better next time."
The ladies love us, when we pour shots.
"Please do, my job rides on the chance that you'll shape up."
They need an excuse, to suck our c…
"Sheesh, this is the thanks I get for pulling the bitch off of you?"
The singing from next door seemed to have died down, not that those two would have noticed.
Kazuko's eyes hardened and Davis brought his hands up apologetically, seeing that he had struck a nerve.
"I told you before; I didn't need your help. I was going to handle it just fine."
"What would fighting her further have done, besides possibly get you both fired?"
"This coming from a famed Digidestined? I can choose how I fight my own battles, thank you very much. Besides…" she looked over at DemiVeemon, who was currently trying to sweep a sink with a little dust pan and brush. "She was going to be fired anyway. Kai had cameras of her framing me and showed them to me yesterday. And I thought I could convince her to let go of her weird hatred of me before she took a swing at me. She was a descent chef."
"Wait, so you were going to let her stay, after all that crap she's put you through? Just because she's a good chef?"
"Kai was nice enough to hire me, and I want his restaurant to succeed. He needs all the help he can get, even if he won't admit it. She was an asset, if more and ass than anything else."
"Why does she hate you so much?"
"Truthfully, she hates a friend of mine, and seeing me as her apprentice, Megumi hate me by proxy."
Davis blinked, surprised at such a shallow reason for hating a person, "Really?"
Kazuko sighed, and after scrubbing the last grimy pot at her station, went over to the storage room to get her things, answering Davis as she went, "What can I say, humans are petty sometimes."
Davis was taken aback by this, "Oh come on, sure she isn't exactly a pillar of kindness, but the rest of the world isn't like Megumi. Most of us are better than that."
She smiled a bit hearing that, like the smile people put on when they're letting someone down gently, "It's cute that you think that." She looked down at her watch, and headed for the door.
"See you tomorrow Davis."
She made a finger gun motion to Davis as she walked out of the door, pulling her hand up as if she had fired before turning to leave through the door.
"Sure, see you later." He went back to his sweeping, until he noticed that he had lost track of DemiVeemon.
"DemiVeemon? Where'd you run off to buddy?"
"In here, Davish. I was looking for more snacks, when I saw this," the little blue lizard emerged from the storage room, holding a cell phone.
"Whose do think this is?"
Davis took the cell phone from his partner, and turned it on. A simple check to its contacts list revealed the phone to be Kazuko's.
"It's Kazuko's. She must have forgotten it in her rush to get out of here."
"Who forgets their phone in a cookie jar?"
Davis gave DemiVeemon a confused look, "You found it in a cookie jar?"
"Yeah, it was crammed right at the bottom. Not that I ate all the cookies to know that mind you, it just kind of stood out or something…" DemiVeemon ran back into the storage room, probably to hide the jar itself so as to remove evidence of his snacking.
That Megumi girl must have taken it out Kazuko's bag before she left. Sheesh, how petty can someone be? Davis set the broom aside and quickly got his own things together. Being sure to check that his own items were where they should be, he found that his D-3 and D-Terminal were misplaced amongst some spices. Retrieving them, he rounded up DemiVeemon and headed out the door.
"So, we finally head home now?"
"In a minute buddy. First we should return Kazuko's phone to her."
"How are we going to find her?"
"She only left a while ago. Besides, her address is in her phone."
DemiVeemon giggled, "Davis, you know it's rude to go through a girl's phone. Remember the beating Jun gave you for going through hers?"
"A.) Don't remind me. B.) I did only as a favor to Matt, remember? He didn't want Jun pestering him all ours of the night. And I only did it now to help out Kazuko. It's not like I checked for selfies or something."
"Davish, what are selfies?"
The boy sweatdropped, realizing he had said too much, "Nothing buddy, pretend I didn't say anything."
/Middle of Tamachi, 8:25 p.m.
"Davish, I'm tired."
The two have been looking for Kazuko for good while now, and the long day was beginning to wear both of them out. Davis covered his mouth as he yawned, eyes drooping.
"Yeah, let's call it quits today. I'll just hand it to her in class tomorrow."
"Yay, we're finally going home."
They started to head for the train station to Odaiba, when an explosion in the distance caught their attention.
"An explosion? You think it's a Digimon?"
DemiVeemon climbed out of Davis' backpack and onto his shoulder, nodding.
"Yeah, I defiantly sense a Digimon in that direction."
He pointed towards the source of the sound, coming from a street entrance to the Tamachi Couple's Park.
Davis took out Tai's goggles, and placed them on top of his head, something he hadn't done in over a year.
"Right then, let's take care of this and head home."
They ran towards explosion, Davis' D-3 shining with light as DemiVeemon ran alongside him.
DemiVeemon…digivolve to…Veemon!
The two continued towards the source of the explosion, unaware that they were being watched by two individuals.
/Tamachi Couple's Park, 8:43 p.m.
Arriving to see a giant, yellow one-eyed Digimon raise an overgrown right arm over a downed Aluramon, Davis and Veemon came to a halt and shouted at the creature.
"Hey, your name's Cyclonemon right?! What do you think you're doing?!"
Turing his head in his direction, the Cyclonemon looked at the two and smiled, seemingly glad that he gotten the attention of one of the famous Digidestined. The crowd surrounding the scene seemed to be at ease upon recognizing the boy and his partner.
"Ah, a Digidestined. I'm glad to see that I'm worthy of your time. I was wondering what it would take to get one of you to notice me."
"Answer the question, creep. And leave that Digimon alone."
"Did I address you, pet?"
Veemon stared angrily at the one-eyed bully.
"What did you just call me?"
"Since your so content to serve a human, you're not really my equal as a Digimon. So kindly butt out of the conversation your master and I are having."
Holding Veemon back, who was spinning his arms in anger and charging forward, Davis answered for his friend.
"Hey, he's not my pet. We friends, just like that Palamon your crushing is with his partner. Let her go, or you'll be sorry."
Smiling, the Cyclonemon pressed a little harder on his victim as he responded.
"First off, He's an Aluramon, who are primarily 'male' in design. Secondly, Digimon don't have genders. I guess your pet hasn't been programed to be aware of that little tidbit of information, but we all mostly act a gender to make it easier for you flesh bags. And third, what exactly do you and the half-pint plan on doing to me."
Turning to some of the gathered crowd, Davis asked allowed, "Does anyone have a laptop on them?"
Some of the crowd murmured in confusion amongst themselves, but then three of them came out with HP's or Macs ready.
"I saw what you did last Christmas with one of your friends. You're going to send him back home through this, right?"
"Yup. Veemon, ready to get serious."
"Was ready five seconds ago."
Cyclonemon sneered and readied his free arm.
"Oh I shudder in fear."
"You should. Digi-Armor Energize!"
Veemon, Armor-Digivolve to…Flamedramon, the Fire of Courage!
"An Armor-level? Really, that's what you're throwing against me?"
"I'm more than enough for you! Fire Rocket!"
Coating himself in an aura of fire, Flamedramon rushed the bully at blazing speeds. The Cyclonemon raised his free hand, and a strange green card materialized from one of the open laptops and appeared floating above his hand. He then ate it, and shouted.
"Digi-Modify!"
Hyper Speed Activate.
The laptop spoke this aloud, and just as Flamedramon was about to make contact with Cyclonemon, he vanished, leaving Flamedramon to collide with the tree in front of him now. Cyclonemon then suddenly reappeared back in his original spot, one arm still on top of Aluramon, but with his massive arm now free.
"Arm Bomber!"
Striking the experienced warrior of courage faster than he could react, Flamedramon was sent flying back in front of Davis, dazed and confused. Davis had to rub his eyes to try and register what just happened.
"What just happened? How is he so fast?"
"I don't know, I didn't think Cyclonemon could move that fast."
"You ain't seen nothing yet. Hyper Heat!"
A green ball of plasma rocketed towards Flamedramon, who barely had time to attempt a counter.
"Flame Fist!"
Three fireballs collided with the plasma orb, but the orb just flew through them and struck Flamedramon, knocking him next to Davis winded and de-digivolved.
"Veemon! Are you alright?!"
"Hah, this is what Digidestined partners call a fight? This is going to be too easy. Hyper-"
"Tamer Pelting."
Out of nowhere green bolts of energy struck Cyclonemon, surprising everyone present including the target. Davis noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at him, but then he felt someone tap his shoulder from behind.
"I got this, get back."
Not being able to make out the voice, as it seemed to have a filter altering it; Davis turned around and was greeted by the sight of an armored figure, dressed in something resembling a metal tokusatsu hero outfit wielding a sci-fi like handgun in her hands. The figure was definitely female, with the triangle bump in the front of the armor and the person's slender figure giving that much away. The person didn't seem that much taller than Davis, was sitting atop of a bike, accompanied by a green monkey in a yellow loincloth. The monkey seemed excited; bringing out a slingshot that was strapped to its back and chanting happily.
"Dakka time yet, dakka time yet?"
"In a moment. Let's see something first."
Cyclonemon eyed his assailant cautiously.
"And you're supposed to be?"
"My real name isn't important. Call me Chrome-Tamer Sniper!"
She made a finger gun and pointed it towards Cyclonemon, pulling it back as if she had shot him when saying 'sniper' and a very audible 'bang' resounded throughout the park. People actually checked themselves to be sure they weren't hit by the imaginary bullet. Davis seemed to recall someone having just done that earlier.
"-and you never did answer the boy's question. What are you doing to that Aluramon?"
Looking down at his victim, who looked rather charred, the wild Digimon smiled a little to himself.
"What else. We're Digimon, we had a dispute, and I appear to be winning the argument."
"Oh really? What could this argument be about that resulted in that poor Digimon's injuries?"
"He thought being a human's pet was a privilege and I think he's nothing more than a disgrace to all real Digimon. Kind of like your monkey there."
The monkey brought back its sling and launched something from it.
"Baby Sling!"
"What the-Oh god, that stinks to high heaven. What is that?"
The crowd had to control their laughter, as the monkey Digimon had launched a rotten egg at the bully, and yoke was dripping down its face. The Chrome-Tamer continued on as if nothing had happened
"Oh, so you're just one of those then." She seemed to have suddenly lost interest and turned her back to the bullying giant. Cyclonemon's eye widened with curiosity.
"One of what?"
"Just another silly, wild Digimon, who's jealous of the ones that have bonded with humans and is out to harass those who managed to get a partner."
Cyclonemon growled.
"I'm not jealous of this little weed! I'm free, freer than he'll ever be serving some human!"
He eyed the cowering Digidestined by the tree when saying this, who had only grabbed for her partner the moment Cyclonemon had turned his head away.
"Is that why you're throwing a tantrum, blowing up people, and acting like a generic whiny child?" asked Sniper
"I don't have to answer to you. Hyper Heat!"
A green ball of heated plasma rocketed towards Chrome-Tamer Sniper and her partner. The two swiftly dodged to either side of the blast, the plasma hitting a tree far off behind them. Sniper knocked Davis out of the way while the monkey flying kicked Veemon to the side, none to gently. Looking to her partner, the Digimon sprinted towards Cyclonemon while Sniper pulled out a card from the side of her armor's belt and slid one through the strange Digivice like object centered in the middle of the belt.
Digi-Modify: Digivolution Activate.
Monmon…digivolve to… Hookmon! Have at thee!
Appearing now as a creature hiding in a red pirate garb, with one hand being a giant hook and the other a musket for a hand, Hookmon trained his musket-hand at Cyclonemon, whose mouth was glowing green again.
"Hyper Heat!"
"Captain's Cannon!"
A mystical blue cannon ball collided with a green ball of plasma. Water seemed to splash around when the area of collision, splashing the bystanders nearby. Some of the water got into Cyclonemon's eyes, causing him to wipe at his eyes. When they were clear again, he saw Sniper raising her gun.
"Tamer Pelting!"
Green bolts pelted Cyclonemon's body, forcing him to cry out in pain. Seeing this as a chance to score in another blow, Hookmon charged up to Cyclonemon, his hook drawn back and ready to strike. Cyclonemon was prepared, however, and brought his oversized arm down on Hookmon's body.
"Arm Bomber!"
Stuck and injured under Cyclonemon's arm, Hookmon struggled to raise his musket towards Cyclonemon's face. Smiling, the one-eyed bully taunted his prey.
"So, is this what I'm supposed to be jealous of? A champion who can barely keep up with me, and a Digidestined with a pea-shooter?"
In silent response, Sniper pressed a button on her mounted Digivice, and a portal opened up behind Cyclonemon. Reacting in shock to its sudden appearance with the rest of the crowd, Cyclonemon loosened his grip on Hookmon. That was all Sniper need to for a clear shot.
"Tamer Shooting!"
The bolts being blue this time instead of green, and a good deal larger, five struck Cyclonemon's head and chest, forming a star and sending him flying towards the portal. Not wanting to leave it to chance that he makes it through, Hookmon 'dotted the I' and fired off one last shot of his own into the center of the 'star'.
"Captain's Cannon!"
Striking Cyclonemon square in the chest, the dazed Digimon let out a weak 'No' before falling down into the forest below, as apparently the Digi-Gate had opened a few feet above ground. Before he had gotten too far into the portal, Sniper drew out another card, this one appearing blank, and threw it at Cyclonemon. The card embedded into his skin for a moment, appearing to suck out something from him before leaving to return Sniper and reducing the Cyclonemon back to a Gizamon. Turning around like a Saturday morning action hero, Sniper pressed the same button on her Digivice, and the portal closed instantly.
The crowd took a moment to register what had just happened, before erupting into a roar of applause. Hookmon waved at their adoring public, until Sniper grabbed him by his hook arm and dragged him off. Getting back to their bike, Sniper pressed a button on her Digivice and Hookmon reverted back to Monmon, who then hopped on board the back of the bike. Davis, having just recovered from the awe of what he had just seen, hopped on the back of the bike, Veemon in tow, as they started to speed off away from the park.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Wait a sec, I just wanted to say thanks!"
Trying to keep her balance with four bodies in tow, Sniper turned back briefly to stare at her stowaway.
"Well you said, now get off."
"But I wanted to ask you something."
Getting off the main road and driving into an alleyway, Sniper got off her bike and pulled Davis off it as well.
"What is it?"
"What…what exactly did you just do? How did you manage to beat the Digimon? I mean, not to brag but I've tackled some pretty dangerous mons myself-"
"So have I," added Veemon, who was feeling a little better from before.
"But that guy mopped the floor with me and Vee. How did you handle him?"
Sighing, Sniper turned to go.
"Nothing you need worry your head over. I can handle Digimon like that if they show up. Just leave that type to me."
"Well how are we going to contact you if we run into one of them and you're not around?"
Pausing for a moment before answering, the Chrome-Tamer checked her armor, but couldn't seem to find what she was looking for. Looking to Monmon, the monkey went over to the front of the bike and pressed a button. Kazuko's cell phone started ringing in Davis' bag.
An awkward quiet came over the four for a moment, before Monmon launched itself at Davis.
"Thief! Why you have Kazu's ringer, dakka?!"
"Agh, get off!"
"Monmon, stop it. Get off of Davis."
"But Kazu…"
"Monmon."
"Fine, dakka."
Reluctantly, the green monkey detached itself from pulling at Davis' hair and landed besides Sniper. Pressing a button on her digivice and detaching it from her belt, the armored figure revealed herself to be Kazuko.
"Well, that secret didn't last long. I'll never hear the end of this from Asami-neesan or Colin."
"Speaking of, how did you do that? The whole transformation thing."
"Yeah, you were like a Kamen Rider!" said Veemon, stars in his eyes.
Kazuko pulled her Digivice so that the two could see it.
"I guess it can't hurt to tell you know, since I've already messed up keeping my identity secret. This is a D-Arc, a special Digivice that me and some of my friends have. Normally, we just use it to power up and equip are Digimon partners. Here however, Azulongmon has the rules set up differently than where we're from, so apparently we can only access the Tamer Safety System."
"What's a Tamer, exactly?"
Sighing, Kazuko answered Davis question, though Davis could see that something about that question had offended her.
"It's what kids like me call ourselves when we're partnered with Digimon."
"Why don't you just call yourselves Digidestined like the rest of us?"
"Davish, that's not important. Kazuko, could you show us that equip thing you were talking about earlier."
"What do you mean it's not important, I was just-?"
"Sure thing, Veemon."
She took out five cards, three of which Digimon depicted on them and the other two featuring some picture and text under it. Brining up her D-Arc, and slashing the card depicting a Meramon through it. The Digivice spoke as it registered the card.
Digi-Modify: Meramon Activate!
Instead of doing something to Monmon, however, a Digi-Tamer's gun appeared back in Kazuko's hand, this time on fire. All four of them were shocked by this.
"Why Monmon no get Meramon power, dakka?"
"I don't know, Monmon. That's what normally happens. Interesting…"
"How did you just summon a flaming gun out of nowhere?"
Seeing that Davis was slow on the uptake, Kazuko patiently explained.
"Similar to how your team uses Digi-Armor for your partners, I use cards to summon weapons and power ups for Monmon. At least that how it normally works. I guess Azulongmon really doesn't like how we Tamers operate, hence why only I can use the cards now."
Immediately following this, the card Kazuko just used seemed to have ran out of power, because the gun disappeared and the card disintegrated into black ash in her hand. This also seem to surprise Kazuko, though more so than getting the gun to begin with.
"And apparently I can only use each card once. That isn't good, since now I only have four to use."
Veemon sheepishly blushed upon realizing that he had cost his new friend an essential tool.
"Sorry, I didn't know you'd lose a card showing it off to me."
"It's okay, really."
"No it's not, dakka. Monmon no like nosey Bluemon, dakka."
"My name's not Bluemon, it's Veemon. And why do you keep saying 'dakka' at the end of all your sentences?"
"None of your business, nosey Bluemon, dakka!"
"Okay, that's enough."
Grabbing her partner from the back of her neck, like a mother cat does with her kitten, Kazuko restrained her angry Digimon.
"Monmon, I said enough, remember?"
"Fine, dakka."
Sounding defeated, the monkey retreated to the top of the bike, staring at the two boys fiercly. Davis turned his attention back to Kazuko.
"Well we really are thankful you showed up. Here's your phone back by the way."
"Thanks. Why exactly do you have it?"
"Megumi left it back in the storage room."
"Figures. Well, later."
Going over to her bike, she sighed when Davis once again said 'wait'.
"I got to tell the other about you. They're going to love hearing about what you two can do."
"Davis, you can't tell anyone that you know what I can do. Promise me that."
"What? But why? You're one of us, a Digidestined. You should hand out with us, and we can help each other…"
"I just told you I'm a tamer. Tell anyone what you know about me, and I wreck your chances with Kari. Don't test me."
Leaving Davis shocked by this sudden threat, Kazuko started the engine on her bike and sped off.
FanAuthor's Note: This likely won't be updated until I finish my first fic. That will take a while to do.