This is my new idea. and my final one that I will be releasing before I finish any of my stories. this is a digimon Naruto crossover. you probably wont be seeing any Naruto elements for a while. for the first few arcs it will be about the digital world, with a few peaks at the real world/elemental nations being sprinkled here and there. this is a set up chapter. to kinda get you used to the kind of setting the world is.
this will probably be my most serious fic out of the four im doing right now. black flames of valor is the romance one and that should get updated next. I have a god chunk of it already written down. after that it will be I don't think mom wanted me to be a ninja, and then red swordsman. and then back to this.
I sincerely hope you people enjoy this fic. Digimon has always been one of my childhoods greatest treasures.
I own nothing but this story. digimon is owned by...who the hell owns digimon again? I don't think anyone here really knows. oh, and Naruto is owned by dipshit Kishimoto. btw, his brother wrote a shorter, and much better story than Naruto. its called O-parts hunter, or 666-satan in japan.
Chapter One: prologue: a brave new world.
"Freedom is a beautiful thing isn't it?"
Those where the words I said all those years ago. As I fell down that ravine. My body slapping against those slick spire rocks. It was the one thing that I had a choice in the matter of. It was my decision to take my life in that ravine. It was the one significant decision that I had made my entire life that I had the power to do.
I don't regret taking that leap. Sure, I had a nice comfy home with a blanket and food waiting for me every day…but I hated it. I was cared for, not loved. I was tolerated, not accepted. The few that I could call friends were either too distant…or dead. I cared not for my mother or father. They never were anything like that to me. I could only remember three times I was given affection by my parents…not one of them includes my father.
Even my mother left me. Ignored my cries. Left me, abandoned me…I was alone. It hurt so much. To be left behind all because of how I was born…
I have never had the chance to do anything for myself. I was the fragile princess treated just like a breakable vase…I never had a choice in the matter. I was bathed, carried, tucked in, clothed, followed, and left to my own devices…I wonder how Amalia felt when I snuck out of that party? My personal servant that I confided everything to…she's probably the only one that misses me…
Well, maybe my younger blood relatives…I refuse to call them siblings. We never had that kind of bond. Most likely never will…I honestly couldn't care.
My mother wasn't a bad person per say…just negligent. She was a born warrior, one of the strong. It's only natural that one would leave the weak behind after all…and I was born weak, different from everyone else. I couldn't walk on walls, breathe fireballs, make sense of strange symbols and designs…I was a normal person in a paranormal environment.
My father was a leader of a warrior society. A strong leader beloved by the people. Naturally, a strong leader would want a strong heir…I was that heir, but I wasn't strong. I know not whether it was out of shame, disgust, or just merely being uncomfortable in the presence of someone like me…but we never had what people would call a healthy relationship.
He never showed me any form of affection. Rather, he avoided me like I was a plague…and in a way I was. I wasn't a healthy child…I was always sick. It hurt so much to realize that I was so fragile…so weak. Do you know what it's like to be watched over like you're going to die the next second? To always see those pitying looks everywhere and nothing else?
It was like an insult to me…and I hated it with all fiber of my being. Amalia was the only one who saw me for who I was. She was my friend, my companion, my guardian, my servant. The one who heard my first word, the one who helped me take those slow first steps. She was my hand when I wanted another book, the person who cooked me the food I liked, the one who would sing me to sleep when I was a baby…and the one who helped me to the place I had chosen for my death.
She understood. She knew, and she accepted it. She didn't care for the job. She cared for me. More than my mother, my blood relatives, and especially my father. She was the one who I could honestly consider my precious person. And she has my eternal thanks for simply being there for me.
A white cat-like creature that had bright blue eyes wearing tiger cloves and a golden ring around its long tail slowly got up from a bed. The room was that of a house built inside of a metal tree. There was a simple circular window with a cross frame to the right of the bed. Letting in the sunlight that had waked up the yawning cat creature.
To the left of the bed that was shaped like a hollowed-out log was a nightstand with a simple clock on it. Said clock was shaped like a globe with strange lines of green and blue going over the continents designed on it. Around the globe was a ring of moving and rotating pink square particles that showed the time to be 8:27 AM.
On the other side of the room across from the bed was a simple iron stove, a cabinet to the left of the stove, a fridge to the left of said cabinet, and finally a wash bucket to the right of the stove. Directly in the middle area between the kitchen area and the bed was a doorway with no door that leads to a living room area that was half the size of the bedroom/kitchen. Said room had a triangle formation of three tree stumps with bolts visible on the logs themselves holding the metal together, as well as two more of the circular windows. Said room also housed the entry door for the literal tree house.
The cat pulled back the covers off its body before getting out of the hollowed out log-bed, before stretching very much like a cat would. Instead of walking on its own its four feet, it took the human approach and walked on two. It headed towards the fridge before opening it and grabbing a milk carton out of it, not even bothering to pour itself a glass as it blinked sleepily.
The cat then put back the just emptied carton before taking a whiff of itself and scrunching up its face in disgust. "I hate having to take a bath…but I hate smelling even more." The cat like creature muttered. The cat simply went over to the cabinet, revealing it to be slightly disorganized inside, before grabbing a bar of soap, and a washrag. The cat closed the cabinet before heading out through the front door of the tree-house.
This was the town of Firsire. A town that looked a lot like a simple forest but wasn't. In the middle was a circular town square that had a brick flooring. There were bushes in a few spots around the town square. In the middle was a water fountain that had a stone statue of a knight like figure with large grey wings, white armor, a draconian figure, and a large sword with many strange symbols on it.
Surrounding the area of the town square were different shops and merchant booths. Each headed by a dragon-like or bird-like creature with colors ranging from blue to pink. There was a strange plant like being with a green body and a sunflower head playing a flute for a bunch of different little black furballs with yellow eyes around it. The black furballs were listening intently to the plant-like being with the reverence and innocence that only a child could possess.
Many of the trees in the surrounding area looked to be made of metal, and actually had pipes connecting sticking out of them and connecting to the ground. Not very far out from the road that lead through the town square to the open road was a train station that would occasionally bring in different cargo and passengers.
Walking around the town square were different plant like creatures in conjunction with different long-eared creature with horns on their heads. These creatures were either white and green eared with one horn, or brown with light pink ears that had three horns.
Among the plant like creatures were those that had flower like heads that curved to give them a human-esque appearance. Sometimes those creatures would giggle and the flower-like part of the head would open up. The other plant like creatures looked like humanoid children with purple mushrooms for a head, said head also happened to be the body of the creature. The mushroom like creatures were rather round all around and would occasionally make a joke or smirk deviously as they mingled among the others of their kind.
There were a few blue humanoid creatures the size of the small plant like creatures. These ones had fangs and had crests on the back of their head that made a V-like shape. These creatures would stay around the town square water fountain and would chat among themselves while occasionally looking at the statue with something akin to reverence.
Among the entire area, there was not one dirt road. Everything was a colorful brick road of red and light blue. It gave the town a rather homely feel. To the north of the town square was a river area that collected into a basin and was used for washing and cleaning. The river was rather shallow so all the small creatures that lived in the town of Firsire could clean themselves in the river without fear of being washed away.
The area east of the town square was a Cliffside that overlooked an ocean. On the Cliffside, or rather built into the Cliffside, was an Office like room with multiple windows that looked out over the Cliffside. The room had two bulletin boards built onto both sides of the office's walls. Trapped onto the boards by pins were many different papers that detailed requests from different clientele that contained different instructions, pay, meeting location, expiration date, and mission detail. This building was something akin to a guild office. Although no guild had ever been in the office. Firsire had no guild.
It was simply a place where someone could help another in need and get payed for doing so. The entrance to the underground Cliffside office was a simple stairway built into the ground with the entrance being covered with a simple metal plate. To the west of the town square was where a majority of the metal tree houses were. That was the residential area.
Coming out of the office area was a strange purple imp wearing a red handkerchief arounds its neck with a frowny face symbol on its chest that was wearing red gloves. The imp-like creature had a browning, tattered piece of paper in its hand as it exited the open hatch. The imp yawned and stretched for a bit before looking at the paper. "So Cherrymon's got yet another weed problem eh? Why we don't have a group stationed just for this job I'll never know…molded bag of roots. The old bastard will be the death of me I tell ya…" the imp creature muttered.
The imp had a light brown messenger bag hanging off of its shoulder as it walked a brisk pace through the town of Firsire. Eventually he stopped right in front of the statue in the water fountain. In front of the imp was a plaque that read-
"This statue is in honor of ImperialDramon Paladin mode. The only one of his kind and the greatest hero to ever exist in the digital world. May he rest in peace knowing that we who live today bask in the world he created."
The imp creature looked at the statue for a good while before continuing on his way. Shaking its head while weaving through the crowds of plant and draconian creatures. But then he stopped and looked back to the statue.
"Someday…I'm going to be just as strong as he was…just watch me." The imp muttered before turning around, continuing on its way to its destination. Never even noticing the curious look it received from a passerby humanoid lion wearing a jacket with a twig in its mouth.
"An Impmon? Thought those little buggers were all wiped out…" the lion man muttered before turning around to face a creature that looked like some kind of wizard. Said Wizard-like creature was standing opposite of the lion-man in the shade of a tree. "So Sorcermon…what's this I hear about a Varodurumon sighting?"
The cat-like creature was walking away from the river, carrying a wet towel and used bar of soap as it took a shortcut through the alleyway of trees to get back to its house. Said alleyway was in actuality, part of the forest. The cat-creature simply didn't want to go through the crowds of the town square. Not when it was open season for all the traveling merchants that had come to town.
The cat creature was rather in a hurry to get back to its house. It was leaping from tree branch to tree branch like it was at home in the forest. The wind was brushing through its white hair, pulling back its long ears and tail. Miracusly, the ring around the tail never fell off.
It was currently mid-morning. The time when everyone got up, made breakfast, and mingled with friends before doing their respective town duties. "But meanwhile I don't have a stable job so I got to take another request…not that I'm complaining. I am planning to leave this place after all…" the cat-creature mumbled to itself.
Arriving in front of its house, the tree house that was located between two bigger trees that had more rooms higher up in the large branches, the cat-creature jogged in on all fours before putting the towel onto a small pile of dirty cloths, and putting the soap in a paper wrapping. Completing those two things, the cat creature went over to its nightstand in its room, opening up the nightstand drawer and pulling out a bag that jiggled when she clenched it.
The cat-creature smiled a cat smile. Like a predator that had just cornered its prey. It grabbed a messenger bag that was hanging off of the log bed before speeding out through the door in its house, the automatic lock on the door activating as the cat left her home. The cat speed through the crowds of people, determined to get to its destination as fast as possible.
Once every year, a collection of merchants gathers in the town of Firsire. Haggling their wares, and making business deals with their fellows. It was a time of the year that the town of Firsire always looked forward to. Tents lined the area to the south of the town Square. As different creatures went to fro. Some of them looked angelic, some demonic. Some looked like beasts that were otherworldly, and some were bipedal and humanoid in shape.
The cat creature ran through the crowds of people. Ignoring the shouts of shopkeepers and the folks that the cat pushed out of the way. Like many residents of Firsire, the cat had looked forward to this day, the day of the Newspring festival. But unlike others that had been looking forward to simply browse the wares and enjoy the festival food and celebrations, the cat-creature had its eyes set on something that it had seen in the possession of the same merchant for the past three years.
And finally, it had saved enough for what it wanted.
Pushing open the flap of the black tent, the cat-creature walked into the inside of a tent that looked like the inside of a blacksmiths smithy. There were tools on a table, a bellows connected to a fireplace filled with coal, a bucket of water on standby. Hanging on the wall was a sword in a scabbard, along with many other weapons. To add to the image, a rugged old man figure whose entire face was covered by its beard, hammering away at a piece of iron.
The creature was small; its entire face was covered by its beard. It wore a simple tattered piece of brown cloth. Off to the side was a staff that had a top like the paw of a cat. The strange hobo creature didn't seem to have noticed the cat-creatures entrance. While the previous two times the cat had waited, this time it was too damn exited to do much besides bounce on the balls of its paws and jitter around impatiently.
"Jijimon! I got the money this time!" the cat shouted with glee. The now-named Jijimon stopped hammering at the rough piece of iron and jammed it into the bed of coals. The owner of the humble establishment chuckled when it saw the cat-creature holding a small bag of money, trying to hand it to him eagerly. It was an adorable image to the wizened old blacksmith.
The blacksmith took the bag of money and opened it up. Out came three circular disks that looked to be made of glass. Around the rim of the disks were coding letters orbiting the glass construct. Jijimon looked at the disks with a calculating glare, before he relented and turned back to the cat creature that was holding its breath and clasping its paws together and giving the most hurt-puppy look possible.
It was too adorable. The Jijimon relented. "You can have it now, it's yours." It spoke in an old, gruff voice. The cat glomped the old creature. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" it cried out as the Jijimon tried to pry the cat off of his person.
When he did manage to get the cat off of him, he went over to the wall and grabbed the sword in a scabbard of off it. He then walked back to the cat that was acting like an over exited kid on a sugar rush. When he got to the cat, he stopped and unsheathed the sword slightly. The blade had a silver outline and was fashioned like broadsword. It was black in the center and coding symbols emblazed onto the black iron part of the blade.
"This sword is special…" the old creature began, the cats attention completely on both the sword, and the one holding it. "When ImperialDramon Paladin mode fell, his sword was scattered into thousands of shards. Almost all of them were the size of your pinkie Gatomon." He stated, telling the tale of the sword with the voice of a wise sage. "The ones that were about the size of my pole over there were gathered up by the thirteen royal knights and buried in the memorial all the way over in eclipse city…all of them but this one."
Gatomon, the cat-creature, looked at the sword with awe as the blacksmith handed it to her. The blades tip was the only thing still sheathed. "I found a shard buried around here about six years ago…and I made that blade you hold in your paws from that shard. It was when I completed the blade that those symbols there appeared on it. And from then on, I knew I had made reforged the Omni-blade…"
Gatomon sheathed the blade and looked at the Jijimon with tears in its eyes. "And you're just going to give it to me…?" not believing that the old blacksmith Digimon would just give away the blade for free. But her fears were put to rest when the hobo-creature chuckled.
"Well, you did pay for it right?" he laughed out as he patted Gatomon on the back, making her stumble forward a bit. "That blades my masterpiece. Of course I would sell it to the only person that actually shows it the respect it deserves."
Gatomon simply smiled at the old Digimon before giving one more hug. It then strapped the scabbard to a leather belt and hung it around it shoulder, so that the blade rested on the cat Digimons back. Waving back to the Jijimon, the Holy Beast digimon pushed open the tent flaps and went back into the merchant festival.
The Impmon was walking back towards the residential area from the job it had done. Its body was obviously dirtier than it was before it took on the job. The creature had a scowl on its face as it stomped back to the river to clean up. "Stupid Cherrymon and Blossommon…stupid freaking elders too lazy to kill off a few Weedmon…why the hell they never even bother….their freaking ultimate level…I really hope that Gatomon gets that sword…I'm getting sick and tired of this dump of a town…"
The mutterings continued on as it's marched onwards to the north of the town square, going through the forest area that surrounded the town to get there. All the while the Lion-man from before was watching the Imp with an amused expression as it slouched on a branch, its back against the metal tree as it stood in the trees.
The Imp, not even breaking stride, turned around and threw a crimson fireball that materialized in its hand towards the Lion-man, who took the full brunt of the attack. The fireball engulfed the lion-man as the Impmon's eyebrow rose in confusion. "Was that a freaking Leomon? Ta hells one doin' out here?" the Impmon questioned as it shrugged and turned around.
And then, suddenly flip jumping up onto a tree branch to dodge the incoming fist from the longer-on-fire 'Leomon'. When the Impmon turned around to get a get look at its adversary, its jaw dropped in horror of what was attacking it. "No freaking way…a BanchoLeomon out here!? What the hell is with my crap luck today!?"
The BanchoLeomon jumped through the air towards the Impmon and tried to stomp on it. The Impmon in turn, almost crapped its pants as it reached into its bag with haste, and grabbed a small grey disk out of pouch in the side pocket. The disk glowed in its hand for a bit before the Impmon vanished in a flash of light.
The BanchoLeomon's foot slammed into the metal tree and tore it off completely. The part of the tree that connected it to the teared off branch looked like someone had ripped it off and chewed it up. The BanchoLeomon stood there for a good while as it chewed on the twig in its mouth. Finally, it crossed its arms and slouched against the tree it had just brutally harmed. "Well…he was certainly interesting. Strong for a rookie too…that attack could've killed a Champion level opponent."
The Lion stood like that for a good while. Just slouching against a tree as it enjoyed the peace and silence. "Well I gotta go. Don't wanna get tangled up with that royal knight that's around…should probably keep an eye on that brat and that Gatomon he was going on about…"
And just like that, the BanchoLeomon began to walk away from his spot. His direction being the one the wind follows. Just as it always has
Gatomon was ecstatic. It had obtained that which it had set its eyes on for the past three years, that's about half as many years as it had been alive! The cat digital monster was simply going about its business now, going to and fro between the shops browsing wares and chatting with the shopkeeps.
It never knew why it was attracted to the blade in the first place. It just knew that it was special. And that's why it had yearned for it for so long. It just sucked that the old Jijimon was a stingy bastard and wanted its money for its worth. It took two years of saving and constantly asking Impmon and the Floramon next door, but she got just barely enough for the sword.
In her opinion, it was worth it. Totally worth it. She had been a Gatomon for two years now, and soon after the NewSpring festival she would pull out the special juice bottles she had been saving for quite some time.
To the Gatomon, the ring shops quality good weren't that good compared to what the Aquilamon from last year had. Rings had power in the world these creatures inhabited. They could increase ones physical power, speed, agility, forethought power, and defensive capabilities if one were to adorn them. It truly helped that the rings would simple expand in size to accommodate the wielder, so that even creatures that went on all fours could wear them.
Well, that or they were absorbed into their very being.
"Tyrannomon, why's this one so much more expensive than all the other rings that are out here? It really doesn't seem like it can do much in comparison to all the other rings in here…" asked the curious cat as it stared at the rows of rings on display. The particular ring that the cat was staring at was one that was in a glass case. It was different from everything else on display.
For one, all rings in the shop were of a silver or blue color. Some had rubies in them, while others had either sapphires and emeralds. The one the glass case was a gold ring that had a diamond encrusted into it. But that wasn't the only thing that made it different. From the diamond sprouted platinum roots that dug into the gold of the ring and circled the entire piece of jewelry.
Tyrannomon, a large red dinosaur creature that had green scales along its back, a reptilian face with blue eyes and fangs, and three fingered claws that curved inwardly. He was the owner of the ring shop that came to Firsire every year. He walked on over from behind the wooden makeshift counter and stood behind the cat Digimon that was standing on its tippy-paws just to get a look at the ring.
The Tyrannomon simply scratched its chin with its claw as it looked at the Ring. "Well, that's because it's a ring that I won from a bet." The large dragon digimon answered as it looked more closely at the ring in the glass case. "It isn't from anywhere shady mind you, but every time I look at it I get an eerie feeling crawl up my spine…"
The cat tilted its head. "Well that's probably because it looks so weird. Do you even know what it's made out of?" the cat asked curiously. Intrigued by the simple materials of the gold ring. Ring materials and Digimon weapons are made out of numerous things. What could be simple iron could be a material made from a special prototype program that got scraped.
"Well, I don't know about the jewel that's in there, but I do know the ring itself is made out of Chrome Digizoid. Strongest material there is in the world I tell ya'. It's why I was willing to bet in order to win that in a gamble. Still sucks that only one person has expressed interest in buying it though…" The shopkeep explained.
"Ah, this must be the ring Impmon was going on about. Wonder what's taking him so long to get here? He said he would meet me at the ring shop…" the Gatomon muttered, not knowing that it was just loud enough for one of the four creatures in the tent to hear.
The dragon Digimon snorted as it crossed it short arms without cutting itself on its claws. "Yeah that's the kid. Just took one look at that ring and stated 'That shiny piece of metals gonna be mine'. Told him that he had to have about 5,000 bits for that thing."
The shopkeep smirked. "Turns out he was as pour as dirt. Honestly I don't think that the kids ever going to have enough money for that…whatever kind of ring it is." he stated with a smirk, showing off its rather terrifying set of razor-shredding teeth.
And then the tent flap was pushed out. "Whatya saying ya freeloader? That I ain't got the ability to save up a few crummy bits? I got your fifteen thousand rights here!" Impmon stated as he threw a small leather bag that jingled towards the large shopkeep. Said shopkeep caught the bag and emptied its contents, eyes opening in surprise when two crimson disks fell out.
It took one close look at the disks, as if trying to see if they were fake. But he relented and lifted up the glass case. Grabbing the ring very carefully before putting it in a box with a velvet covered inside. It then handed it to the Impmon as it nodded its head. The Impmon smirked as it saw the disbelieving stare of the champion level digimon.
"Ha! It was totally worth the price to see your freaking face!" the imp laughed out as it had a victorious smirk on its face. "And I still got a freaking load from where those two little jewels came from!" he exclaimed as the Gatomon left through the tent flap with him.
The two small creatures continued to walk from tent to tent, gazing at the wares on display and socializing with both the fellow customers, and the business men in charge of each tent. Eventually they simply decided to stop just outside a food tent, were multiple wooden tables had been set up, and grabbed a bite to eat.
The digital world has existed for a very long time. At first it was a world created by the electrical signals made by human machines. However, after a great many centuries of prosperity from the human race, and many technological advances, the digital world had become self-sustaining. It did not need to rely on the electrical signals that came from earth anymore to continue to exist.
When this was realized, the human race became hostile to the digimon. At the time the two worlds had something of an agreement to stay out of each other's business. But the digital world acted as a conduit to the human race. It was a place that all manner of useful appliances and technology used as a medium to bounce off of. What would happen when the digital world no longer needed the help of humanities genius to live?
That constant thought ate at the minds of world leaders. The current day was a time of absolutes, not maybe's or any other naiveté's. It was either with us, or against us. The unified human government was driven to paranoia, and demanded the full cooperation of the digital world. Many figures of power in the digital world did not take very kindly to the command. GoldDramon and Millenuimmon in particular did not take kindly to the demands of earth.
And then a bunch of Diaboromon and ArgomonUT discovered the humans government attempting to hack into the Digital worlds very core programing. The Diaboromon promptly turned the tides of the hacking attempt, and actually managed to hack into an old weapons bed and fired a few nukes on the humans of earth.
This resulted in a century long war. On one side was the human world; on the other were humanities digital creations. For once the seven great demon lords, the three great holy angels, four sovereigns, and ten legandary warriors, united together to fight against their former masters.
Humans invaded the digital world and fell by the droves. Using the research of an old terrorist they made weapons that could forever delete a Digimons data. The humans at first targeted the young digimon that were not very old, such as the rookie and In-Training digimon. It was nothing but a massacre.
And then Beelzemon actually gathered his own army of Impmon, Devimon, and Myotismon and charged towards the human base that was set up on the remains of a large village. He spearheaded the battle on board his chosen mount, the demonic motorcycle Behemoth. No human was spared. From then on it continued to just like that. With Humans invading the digital world, committing genocide and setting up a base of operations, only to be destroyed by a mega level digimon, or a squad of ultimates.
The humans learned to fear the lightning of Cherubimon, the cannons of a Machinedramon, the claws of WarGreymon, the towering form of Skullbulchomon, the wrath of Saberleomon, the temptations of LadyDevimon, the blade of Minervamon, and the rage of so many others.
It was a stalemate at first, for all the strength of the digimon had, the humans had developed ways to combat them, and completely obliterate them. That is until an Omnimon and ImperialDramon decided to combine into one being and became ImperialDramon Paladin mode. The combined power of the two almighty digimon was just what the digital world needed to push the tide of battle.
The end of the war came when an invasion of the human world took place. ImperialDramon Paladin mode invaded a continent of earth with his thirteen most loyal soldiers. After decimating a major fraction of the human races forces, ImperialDramon Paladin mode ordered all of his troops and allies to go back to the digital world. Their loyalty to him was unshakable. After they returned home the legandary Digimon cut off the connection between the two worlds. His blade shattered upon cutting the bridge between worlds, the shards of his sword falling to the digital world.
With the loss of his holy blade, he was reverted back to a regular ImperialDramon Fighter mode. He then dedicated the rest of his existence to destroying all of the history, technology, moral, and military power of the human race. At the end of his life, he poured all of his being into firing the positron laser one last time to send the human race back to the stone age.
And now, one-thousand years later, the denizens of the digital world are still enjoying the peace that ImperialDramon created. His thirteen most loyal soldiers where christened as the thirteen Royal Knights. Constantly roaming the land to help out digimon in need and keeping the peace of the digital world.
Of course when the century long war started there were many digimon sympathizers, but those voice were promptly shut up. Permanently. After many years of war and propaganda, the entirety of the human races hatred was focused solely on the digimon and the digital world. This in turn, fostered a hatred of Humanity in the digimon of today. That hatred is still present in all of them today.
"So when are we ditchin' town?" spoke Impmon as it stuffed its face full of pie. Sweet delicious pie. Since the end of the war, digimon had taken many cues from their former partners and advanced. What once was a world of monsters that fed on nothing but the fruits of the wild, had become a multicultural race of multiple creatures that had developed their own culture, food styles, and music. Although some things will remain the same.
Like the universal love for pie that is inborn inside all that exists.
"Well, I was thinking that we would leave a day before the festival ends. The Trailmon for Alondite city is supposed to come around by then. So we should have enough time to prepare and say our goodbyes." The cat Digimon answered as it too devoured a pie of its own. It was better than meatapples. Apples that literally came in all flavor of meat and acted as if they were meat themselves when devoured by the body.
Bacon flavor has been the most popular flavor for the last two centuries. And the popularity doesn't seem to be going down anytime soon.
"Gotta give props to the BlackChessmon that cooked these delicious sweets of labor. Never had a better desert than this!" the Impmon exclaimed with glee as it continued to assimilate one of the three whole pies that he had bought for him and his partner Gatomon to relish in.
"I don't suppose you would be willing to share those with a friend would you?" asked a deep voice from behind the Impmon. The figure was a humanoid draconian figure with a blue body adorned by golden armor. The figure had three fingered hands and had an aura of kindness about his person.
"Magnamon!" exclaimed the Gatomon with stars in her eyes. a look of devotion in her eyes. The Impmon noticed the look and could only sigh. It had seen that look many times in its young life, and it never understood why it happened. "Stupid fangirlism…" muttered the Imp as it turned around to face the Royal Knight.
"Yeah, I bought the third pie because I knew ya would pop in if you caught the scent of any Rook's bakery's delicious goods of Yggdrasil." The Impmon stated with a smirk. Something that caused the Royal Knight to chuckle as it took a seat next to the Impmon and began to dig in.
"So what's this I hear about you two leaving Firsire?" asked the Royal Knight. Slowly eating a piece of pie as it turned its gaze to the cat Digimon on the other side of the table. The same cat that always looked at him with those stars in its eyes as it leaned on its elbow on the table.
"We were planning on leaving for a while." Answered the Cat digimon with a smirk. "It's just we got the things we wanted from the festival this year and were planning on leaving behind this old place and see the world."
Impmon smirked as it brought out the box it got from the ring shop owner. Flipping it open and turning his head to gloat. Not even noticing the narrowing eyes of Magnamon. "I had my eyes on this crusty piece of jewelry. I took one look and said, 'Yep, I needs to gets me that piece of crap!', and I did this year! And now it's all mine! I don't even care if it has some special power I just wanted it cuz' I knew it was special!"
Magnamon was less enthusiastic when he finished scrutinizing the ring. "I-…well…I see." He stated with hesitation in his voice. This did not go unnoticed by the resident holy beast digimon. But Impmon was in his own little world as he stared at the piece of jewelry and boasted about how useless and awesome his ring was. Attracting the attention of some of the fellow festival goers.
"Something wrong Sir Knight?" inquired Gatomon with a smirk. She had always enjoyed it when people squirmed and became embarrassed. She was a teaser, but only occasionally. Magnamon simply looked at Gatomon and caught sight of the sword. His eyes popped out in shock, but he reined it in. Adopting to take on a passive face that betrayed nothing.
"Ah, it's nothing. Just shocked at the fact that there is a ring made out of Chrome Digizoid…that stuffs rare to mine. So it's not exactly something you usually see when it's made into something like a ring, shield, or anything at all really. It's normally grown on certain Digimon when they digivolve to a certain level." The Armor Mega explained. Moving its arms in gestures to better get his point across.
By now both Gatomon and Magnamon had completely tuned out Impmon, who was going on about how retarded the shopkeep looked when he had actually pulled out the exact amount needed to pay off the price of the ring.
"So is there any reason you're staring at the sword I bought from Jijimon? Cuz' your kinda looking like a just murdered your best buddy." Stated Gatomon flatly. Catching Magnamon completely off guard. He flinched and straightened his posture. Realizing his mistake, he tried to right the situation.
"Ah, forgive me but you said that Jijimon made you that sword? Would you mind pointing me in his general direction?" he asked with a smile. Not seeing any malicious intentions, Gatomon pointed at a tent that was over across behind her.
"Just take a left when you get to the end of that line of tents. It should be the red one with smoke coming out of it three tents down." Answered the cat Digimon as it pointed at the general direction with its thumb…er, paw.
Magnamon nodded its head in thanks as he wordlessly left the table and went into the direction that Gatomon pointed to. His pie unfinished and lonely. Impmon took one look at the pie and said an eloquent phrase. "Is you gonna finish that grub?"
Gatomon could only sigh. "No. I'm pretty sure he just ditched us. So go ahead buddy."
"Badaboom!"
The festival was one that went on for five days. From Monday to Friday, celebrations would acer and food would be had as merchants set up shop and heckled their wares. On the first day Gatomon and Impmon bought an item each. Both items were artifacts of power. Although one of the two was an unknown as far as the holder was concerned.
It was on Wednesday that the two gathered at the train station and waited on a Trailmon. A digimon that was shaped like a train and carried passengers and cargo both on it, and inside it to the various parts of the digital world. The both had left a letter to the few acquaintances and friends that the two had in the town of Firsire.
The two digimon, Impmon and Gatomon, were very different to the Digimon of Firsire. The town was composed mainly of plant, beast, and dragon digimon of the rookie and in-training level. The town was led by the two elders, Cherrymon and Blossommon. Two Plant species Digimon that were very old and powerful, but as Impmon can attest to, they are very lazy. Sending out a job to the mission center once every day asking someone to either get rid of the Weedmon that try to kill the two, clean up their house, and just keep them company.
While not exactly ostracized, Gatomon and Impmon were left to their own devices. They were different, but not pushed away. Many digimon had a hard time approaching them, two different Digimon of two different species. Holy, and Dark. They were different, yet the same as them. As such, they had very few friends among the citizens of Firsire. But they always did have each other.
With backpacks slung across their backs, Impmons ring being located around his ankle and Gatomons' sword being in its sheathe around her back, the two stood still as the Trailmon pulled up into the old wooden, open air train station.
The two quickly hopped in and found a booth in the Trailmon. The inside looked very nice. With booths being separated by a glass window and door. The two small Digimon took off their bags and set them down beside them as they took to staring out the window while sitting on the booths couch/benches.
Staring out the window, Gatomon had only one thing to say. "Freedom is a Beautiful thing isn't it?" asked Gatomon. To Impmon, it sounded like his partner was echoing something. But he shrugged it off and smirked at his partner.
"It sure is…Nyla."
The cat digimon smiled at being addressed by that name. For what reason no one knows but the holder of said name. The cat Digimon then layed down on the booths seat/couch. Laying down much like a real life cat would. Impmon reached into his bag and pulled out an ice bag full of juicy fruits like oranges. He pulled one out and tossed it to the cat digimon. Who caught it without even looking at it with its eyes closed.
"Gotta ask ya something Partner…"
"What's up Impy?"
The Imp digimon scowled at the nickname his partner addressed him as. But otherwise ignored it as he grabbed an orange and began to peel it for himself. "Why'd 'ya ask me to call ya that in private? Its kinda weird." The Impmon stated with a frown.
Gatomon opened one eye as it began to peel the orange with its claw. "Because I want to have my own name instead of just being called my own tittle. Wouldn't you want to have your own name?" She responded with a playful smirk.
Impmon looked out the window. "Yeah. I'll come up with a badass name for the road. But look at this view Nyla!" he exclaimed. As he stood up and pulled down the window. Letting in the winds caused by the Trailmons high speeds that it traveled the tracks with.
Both Impmon and Gatomon looked out the window, and took in the very sights before them. Across and over the hills they could see numerous Digimon running or flying alongside the Trailmon. From a pack of Garurumon, to the flying forms of a flock of Unimon, to the glossy hills of that shined with a healthy sheen of grass, to the lake filled with Geckomon that the Trailmon passed by, to the numerous forests off in the distance.
And there, up on the top of a familiar clifftop, was almost the entirety of the Firsire populous. All waving at the passerby Trailmon. At the forefront of it all were the two town elders, who had actually left their home to send them off. With smiles both Impmon and Gatomon waved back, their ears being buffeted and pushed back by the winds.
With a grin, Impmon turned to his partner. "See? I told ya, It's a brave new world out there…and our journey's just begun!"
The cat digimon smiled back to her partner. And the two continued to stick their heads out of the Trailmon window as they left for their first stop into a new world.
So? what did ya think? did I do a good job? I know its nothing exiting, but this is the beginning. those pesky things are always boring unless they involve explosions. review please, they give me souls to feed from!
next time on heart of a digimon: Alondite-the city of chess.
AND THATS ALL SHE WROTE!
CUE THE AIRHORNS!
BABABABWAAAAA!
