"Resurrection II"
Part One
(c) September 2000, Ryan Berke
http://www.geocities.com/RyanBerke/
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any of the Digimon characters (heck, I refuse to claim even the ones I made up! Feel free to steal them!) They are all property of FoxKids, Toei, and Bandai. I haven't recieved any permission ahead of time, but then this wouldn't be a Fanfic, would it? Likewise, I do not own the "Resurrection" storyline by FFN's Thinker, but he has graciously allowed me permission to continue the epic.))
((ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This story is not Copywritten, as implied by the heading. (c) stands for "completed," allowing me to know when I wrote it.))
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Where am I this time? Heck, where was I before? Who am I? How did I get here?
Too many questions...
What happened before? I can't remember.
The pain! I remember the pain. It was like I had enough electricity in me to power a whole city.
Waita minute--it _was_ enough to power a city! I was trying to piece back together the Dark Network. And that kid...
Izumi.
Am I dead?
*B-RING!!!* A phone rang. Somewhere.
He fumbled through the darkness, searching for the phone. Finally, he located the source.
"Hello?" he asked, his voice harsh and gravelly. Was his voice always like this?
"Ah, yes. Gazimon." A sinister voice answered, "I have a little job for you."
A stuttering counter. "Who are you?"
"That's irrelevant." the voice replied. "All you need to know, is that things haven't been going too well for us virus-type Digimon. The vaccines are killing us, one by one, bit by bit. We tried to make a comeback before, but it failed."
"Demidevimon." Gazimon declared, starting to remember.
The voice spat in disgust. "Demidevimon was a fool. We brought him back because we thought he could be of use to us. We were wrong." He paused a moment, gathering suspense. "You, however, are once again of use to us. I'm very interested in your work. And I want you to continue what you started."
"The Dark Network."
"No!" he corrected. "Demidevimon was a fool, but he was on to something. Our power is limited; we had to stick to lower lifeforms to carry out our biddings. Our resurrections run on a tight budget. However, as easy as resurrecting weaker forms are, nothing says they have to stay weak."
Gazimon, confused, asked, "So my job is to..."
"Isn't it obvious? You're going to build us a digivice."
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*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Coming!" The man stumbled around, trippling over the clutter-filled floor.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"I said, 'I'm Coming!'" He opened the door, but no one was there. He looked right, left, right. Nothing. Then, the clearing of a gravelly throat directed his attention downwards.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "Mr. Newman!"
"Gus will be fine, thank you."
"How'd you find me?"
"I stopped by the hotel, and found out you'd been fired. So I asked where you lived. I wanted to make sure you were all right. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. Say, how _is_ the miniature bunnimantis going?"
"I really don't have the time. I don't have a credit card any more; my friend with metalicus monkilepsy had it, and he's dead. I need to find a place to crash for tonight; mind if I stay here?"
"Well..." The doubtful reply.
"Please?" 'Gus' replied, "It's so hard to find anywhere; you're the only one who understands my condition."
"First, what happened to your friend?"
"Incident at the steel mill. Died instantly."
"And your dog?"
"Bag of Pretzels. Same result."
The man winced, not knowing what to say. There was a more-than-awkward silence.
Gazimon broke it. "So, can I stay?"
"Well, I guess it'll be okay--if you don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"Thanks." 'Gus' replied, stepping through the door. He shoved his way past the man, and plopped on to the couch.
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"So, Kari," the boy asked, "Wanna go catch a movie this weekend, or something?"
"Sorry, Davis. I have other plans."
"So? Cancel them."
"It's not that easy." she explained, "I've got relatives coming over."
"Oh." Davis sweatdropped.
The bell rang, dismissing the Fourth Grade for the day. Friday. The weekend. Around him, kids moved, trying to catch their buses home. Davis didn't move, enraptured by Kari.
One day, I'll have her. Then she'll be mine.
"Davis?" she asked, noting just how little he'd moved.
He grew nervous, knowing he'd lost. "Uh, see you Monday, then!" He ran out of the classroom faster than a Biyomon at a Bakemon family picnic.
Kari smiled. "Boys are so wierd."
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God, how could I do that? She probably thinks I'm stupid or something. Davis spotted a soda can on the sidewalk and kicked it along a little. Then, with pent up frustration--mad at himself, mad at the world--he hauled back and kicked it for all he was worth.
He _hated_ being the new kid. Here he was, with this _great_ girl, and he couldn't get her to like him. What a loser he was.
The soda can flew through the air, adopting a high arc. It landed on the head of another boy. A _junior high_ school boy. Davis' head sank in his T-shirt.
The boy turned his head. Man, that boy had huge hair. The soda can balanced precariously one the top of it. "Hey," the boy called, pointing at the can, "Is this yours?"
Davis nodded, silently. His head sank lower.
The boy laughed. "Good shot; Wanna play some soccer?"
Davis grinned, "Really?"
"Sure! I was gonna go meet a friend at the park. He's got a brother about your age. It'll be fun."
"Okay! Let's go!"
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"Hey, Gus."
Gazimon sighed. "What?"
"I'm going to have dinner with my sister's family. Their house was broken into over the winter break, and their son, Taichi, hospitalized. They need all the company they can get."
Demidevimon. Gazimon silently grumbled. He replied, "Have fun."
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind my bringing one more along with me."
Dinner at the Kamiya's? After everything already? I'll pass! "Sorry, I don't want to be a burden."
"You won't be." the man insisted. "I'm sure they'll love you."
"But my condition!"
"They're very understanding. And their daughter, Kari, is so nice. I'm sure they'll see you for the wonderful person you are."
"Just the same, I'd rather not."
"Alright." the man sighed, defeated. "I've got some TV dinners in the 'fridge. Help yourself. I'll be taking Yami with me, so watch the house while I'm gone."
"All right."
"Oh, and Gus?"
"What now?"
"You left some stuff in your hotel room when you left last week. I did my best to collect them up for you; I knew room service wouldn't understand."
Gazimon's ears perked up. "What kind of stuff?"
"Mostly electronics, but there was a half-finished can of turtle wax too. It's in a box in the closet."
Electronics? Did he mean the Dark Network?
"Thanks, Mr...uh..."
"Yagami." the man replied, "Hiroshi Yagami. But you can just call me 'Hiro'."
"Thanks then, Hiro."
"Anytime."
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Man, this Tai-guy's good... Davis admitted mentally. But I can't let him beat me.
Three-on-three. Tai played on a team with Matt and T.K. On Davis' team were Sora and Izzy. While Davis realized Sora was good, he knew she wasn't quite as good as Tai. Maybe she was once, but she just didn't have the fire in her eyes, the passion she'd once had.
So that left the big-haired kid to him.
Tai passed the ball to Matt--still not the most athletic person around, but he'd decided to work on it, after the run-in with MetalEtemon. Matt dribbled a few steps, passing to his brother to avoid the ball being stolen by Izzy. T.K. dodged around Sora, but Davis was ready. T.K. passed the ball to Tai, seeing that he couldn't get past Davis.
You and me, Tai. They're too far behind. One-on-one. Your move.
Tai pressed the advantage, continuing his onward force. Davis saw the opportunity and took it.
And the almighty Tai was down in a sliding tackle, the ball rolling away, harmlessly.
"You're good." Tai gasped, sucking in the air that'd been knocked out of him. More surprise than anything else. "That play never fails."
"Well, it did against me!"
Tai laughed, "Yeah, I suppose it did." A light dawned on him, "Hey, anyone know what time it is?"
"Sure, 6:15, why?"
"I'm late!" Tai exclaimed. "I'm s'posed to be home before Uncle Hiro gets there!"
"That's funny." Davis mused aloud, "Kari was having relatives over too."
"Huh?" Tai asked, confused, "How do you know my sister?"
His sister? "Uh, we go to school together. I'm in her class."
"Yeah, I guess you _would_ be about her age, huh?"
"Yeah. I suppose she told you all about me."
"Actually...no."
Davis fell, anime style.
"Listen, I really should go." Tai said, "Play you again Monday?"
"I'll have to check. Any way I can let you know?"
"Give me you're hand."
Davis obliged as Tai scribbled a few numbers on the back. "What's this?"
"My phone number. Call me if there's a problem."
"Okay."
This is great! I meet a great soccer player _and_ get Kari's phone number? It's too good to be true!
---------------
This is great! I get the house to myself, and that creepy guy isn't bossing me around? It's too good to be true!
*B-RING!*
Gazimon jolted. Who would call a worthless, unemployed hotel clerk? Or the girl? Unless...
No...
After a while the answering machine clicked in. "It's an answering machine. You know what to do." *BEEP*
"GAZIMON!!!"
So much for the creepy guy.
He picked up the phone, "Yes, sir."
"Two more additions are being added to your team. The other two will arrive later. Now, listen carefully..."
Gazimon almost smiled as he heard his options this time around. This team was even wierder than the first one! Wierd, but deadly.
Man, were these kids gonna get it!
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To be continued...
As always, FFN readers, please Review!!!
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Email me at RyanBerke@aol.com. Questions, comments and criticism are welcome!
Click Here to go to my Home Page.
Part One
(c) September 2000, Ryan Berke
http://www.geocities.com/RyanBerke/
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any of the Digimon characters (heck, I refuse to claim even the ones I made up! Feel free to steal them!) They are all property of FoxKids, Toei, and Bandai. I haven't recieved any permission ahead of time, but then this wouldn't be a Fanfic, would it? Likewise, I do not own the "Resurrection" storyline by FFN's Thinker, but he has graciously allowed me permission to continue the epic.))
((ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This story is not Copywritten, as implied by the heading. (c) stands for "completed," allowing me to know when I wrote it.))
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Where am I this time? Heck, where was I before? Who am I? How did I get here?
Too many questions...
What happened before? I can't remember.
The pain! I remember the pain. It was like I had enough electricity in me to power a whole city.
Waita minute--it _was_ enough to power a city! I was trying to piece back together the Dark Network. And that kid...
Izumi.
Am I dead?
*B-RING!!!* A phone rang. Somewhere.
He fumbled through the darkness, searching for the phone. Finally, he located the source.
"Hello?" he asked, his voice harsh and gravelly. Was his voice always like this?
"Ah, yes. Gazimon." A sinister voice answered, "I have a little job for you."
A stuttering counter. "Who are you?"
"That's irrelevant." the voice replied. "All you need to know, is that things haven't been going too well for us virus-type Digimon. The vaccines are killing us, one by one, bit by bit. We tried to make a comeback before, but it failed."
"Demidevimon." Gazimon declared, starting to remember.
The voice spat in disgust. "Demidevimon was a fool. We brought him back because we thought he could be of use to us. We were wrong." He paused a moment, gathering suspense. "You, however, are once again of use to us. I'm very interested in your work. And I want you to continue what you started."
"The Dark Network."
"No!" he corrected. "Demidevimon was a fool, but he was on to something. Our power is limited; we had to stick to lower lifeforms to carry out our biddings. Our resurrections run on a tight budget. However, as easy as resurrecting weaker forms are, nothing says they have to stay weak."
Gazimon, confused, asked, "So my job is to..."
"Isn't it obvious? You're going to build us a digivice."
---------------
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Coming!" The man stumbled around, trippling over the clutter-filled floor.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"I said, 'I'm Coming!'" He opened the door, but no one was there. He looked right, left, right. Nothing. Then, the clearing of a gravelly throat directed his attention downwards.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "Mr. Newman!"
"Gus will be fine, thank you."
"How'd you find me?"
"I stopped by the hotel, and found out you'd been fired. So I asked where you lived. I wanted to make sure you were all right. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. Say, how _is_ the miniature bunnimantis going?"
"I really don't have the time. I don't have a credit card any more; my friend with metalicus monkilepsy had it, and he's dead. I need to find a place to crash for tonight; mind if I stay here?"
"Well..." The doubtful reply.
"Please?" 'Gus' replied, "It's so hard to find anywhere; you're the only one who understands my condition."
"First, what happened to your friend?"
"Incident at the steel mill. Died instantly."
"And your dog?"
"Bag of Pretzels. Same result."
The man winced, not knowing what to say. There was a more-than-awkward silence.
Gazimon broke it. "So, can I stay?"
"Well, I guess it'll be okay--if you don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"Thanks." 'Gus' replied, stepping through the door. He shoved his way past the man, and plopped on to the couch.
---------------
"So, Kari," the boy asked, "Wanna go catch a movie this weekend, or something?"
"Sorry, Davis. I have other plans."
"So? Cancel them."
"It's not that easy." she explained, "I've got relatives coming over."
"Oh." Davis sweatdropped.
The bell rang, dismissing the Fourth Grade for the day. Friday. The weekend. Around him, kids moved, trying to catch their buses home. Davis didn't move, enraptured by Kari.
One day, I'll have her. Then she'll be mine.
"Davis?" she asked, noting just how little he'd moved.
He grew nervous, knowing he'd lost. "Uh, see you Monday, then!" He ran out of the classroom faster than a Biyomon at a Bakemon family picnic.
Kari smiled. "Boys are so wierd."
---------------
God, how could I do that? She probably thinks I'm stupid or something. Davis spotted a soda can on the sidewalk and kicked it along a little. Then, with pent up frustration--mad at himself, mad at the world--he hauled back and kicked it for all he was worth.
He _hated_ being the new kid. Here he was, with this _great_ girl, and he couldn't get her to like him. What a loser he was.
The soda can flew through the air, adopting a high arc. It landed on the head of another boy. A _junior high_ school boy. Davis' head sank in his T-shirt.
The boy turned his head. Man, that boy had huge hair. The soda can balanced precariously one the top of it. "Hey," the boy called, pointing at the can, "Is this yours?"
Davis nodded, silently. His head sank lower.
The boy laughed. "Good shot; Wanna play some soccer?"
Davis grinned, "Really?"
"Sure! I was gonna go meet a friend at the park. He's got a brother about your age. It'll be fun."
"Okay! Let's go!"
---------------
"Hey, Gus."
Gazimon sighed. "What?"
"I'm going to have dinner with my sister's family. Their house was broken into over the winter break, and their son, Taichi, hospitalized. They need all the company they can get."
Demidevimon. Gazimon silently grumbled. He replied, "Have fun."
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind my bringing one more along with me."
Dinner at the Kamiya's? After everything already? I'll pass! "Sorry, I don't want to be a burden."
"You won't be." the man insisted. "I'm sure they'll love you."
"But my condition!"
"They're very understanding. And their daughter, Kari, is so nice. I'm sure they'll see you for the wonderful person you are."
"Just the same, I'd rather not."
"Alright." the man sighed, defeated. "I've got some TV dinners in the 'fridge. Help yourself. I'll be taking Yami with me, so watch the house while I'm gone."
"All right."
"Oh, and Gus?"
"What now?"
"You left some stuff in your hotel room when you left last week. I did my best to collect them up for you; I knew room service wouldn't understand."
Gazimon's ears perked up. "What kind of stuff?"
"Mostly electronics, but there was a half-finished can of turtle wax too. It's in a box in the closet."
Electronics? Did he mean the Dark Network?
"Thanks, Mr...uh..."
"Yagami." the man replied, "Hiroshi Yagami. But you can just call me 'Hiro'."
"Thanks then, Hiro."
"Anytime."
---------------
Man, this Tai-guy's good... Davis admitted mentally. But I can't let him beat me.
Three-on-three. Tai played on a team with Matt and T.K. On Davis' team were Sora and Izzy. While Davis realized Sora was good, he knew she wasn't quite as good as Tai. Maybe she was once, but she just didn't have the fire in her eyes, the passion she'd once had.
So that left the big-haired kid to him.
Tai passed the ball to Matt--still not the most athletic person around, but he'd decided to work on it, after the run-in with MetalEtemon. Matt dribbled a few steps, passing to his brother to avoid the ball being stolen by Izzy. T.K. dodged around Sora, but Davis was ready. T.K. passed the ball to Tai, seeing that he couldn't get past Davis.
You and me, Tai. They're too far behind. One-on-one. Your move.
Tai pressed the advantage, continuing his onward force. Davis saw the opportunity and took it.
And the almighty Tai was down in a sliding tackle, the ball rolling away, harmlessly.
"You're good." Tai gasped, sucking in the air that'd been knocked out of him. More surprise than anything else. "That play never fails."
"Well, it did against me!"
Tai laughed, "Yeah, I suppose it did." A light dawned on him, "Hey, anyone know what time it is?"
"Sure, 6:15, why?"
"I'm late!" Tai exclaimed. "I'm s'posed to be home before Uncle Hiro gets there!"
"That's funny." Davis mused aloud, "Kari was having relatives over too."
"Huh?" Tai asked, confused, "How do you know my sister?"
His sister? "Uh, we go to school together. I'm in her class."
"Yeah, I guess you _would_ be about her age, huh?"
"Yeah. I suppose she told you all about me."
"Actually...no."
Davis fell, anime style.
"Listen, I really should go." Tai said, "Play you again Monday?"
"I'll have to check. Any way I can let you know?"
"Give me you're hand."
Davis obliged as Tai scribbled a few numbers on the back. "What's this?"
"My phone number. Call me if there's a problem."
"Okay."
This is great! I meet a great soccer player _and_ get Kari's phone number? It's too good to be true!
---------------
This is great! I get the house to myself, and that creepy guy isn't bossing me around? It's too good to be true!
*B-RING!*
Gazimon jolted. Who would call a worthless, unemployed hotel clerk? Or the girl? Unless...
No...
After a while the answering machine clicked in. "It's an answering machine. You know what to do." *BEEP*
"GAZIMON!!!"
So much for the creepy guy.
He picked up the phone, "Yes, sir."
"Two more additions are being added to your team. The other two will arrive later. Now, listen carefully..."
Gazimon almost smiled as he heard his options this time around. This team was even wierder than the first one! Wierd, but deadly.
Man, were these kids gonna get it!
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To be continued...
As always, FFN readers, please Review!!!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Email me at RyanBerke@aol.com. Questions, comments and criticism are welcome!
Click Here to go to my Home Page.