What happened to an Agnimon fan who gets pissy that there are no fics of him? She writes one for herself. XD I apologize if this chapter is a bit rushed. I whipped this up in two days.
Dun like him? Dun read!
Their Brave AdventuresDragon of Courage
01: Where is My Home…
I can remember the days when I was merely a child. Then I grew to become an ancient. I remember Lucemon nearly ripping me to shreds, but with my comrades, we defeated him. A cloud of shame blew over me. Us ten powerful ultimates cannot beat one measly perfect. Then I remember what it is like to be dead for several years, and I remember the child whose name is Takuya. I took him on as my partner in a way, but he barely notices me. Why would he, if I were, well, dead and a spirit. When he starts asking me to help, then I realized that he seemed a nice boy to communicate. I think I'm learning some human behavior, definitely cursing (*cough* ep. 28 *cough*). But I think of the little kids that were watching me, so I better shut up.
As usual, I found my counter part, my beast side of me. Then I became Ardhamon, a more powerful form than I am in. Then my fellow spirits that are no longer corrupted joined me and we evolved into KaiserGreymon, later into Susanoomon. As I feel my mind peeling away from the boy, I know that the end of his adventures was coming to a close. Then I guided him myself for the last battle of Lucemon as Agnimon. After we, er, slaughtered him, I know that Takuya has to go back. I can feel my heart break just seeing him flying into the portal…if I have a heart. Weh.
Well, here I was, sitting on a cliff that was slowly forming as the digi-code was slipping into it. I laid my head against some rocks beside me and watched some birds flying overhead. Then there was a splash and then an explosion.
Alarmed, I flipped backwards in an attack position. A geyser shot out of the sky and then dispersed. A figure flew to the sun that I had to squint. Then my muscles relaxed. It was only Ranamon.
She landed and giggled. My face was expressionless, because I mostly train myself to be.
"Hie, Agni-kun! There's that Trailmon race over at the west. Do you want to come?"
She never changed. Before Cherubimon came she was a nice digimon to be friends with, even if she has a short temper.
Scratching my head, I answered, "I have free time. Are the rest going to come?"
"Of course our buddies are going to come! What do you think this is, a date?"
"Uh…" I had nothing to say. She tapped her foot impatiently. "Are you coming or not? The race isn't gonna wait on you."
I smirked, "Come on. Let's go."
I approached the cliff. The wind blew at my face, swaying my blond hair. Then the digi-code surrounded me.
"Agnimon! Slide Evolution…Vritramon!"
Roaring with delight, I launched myself into the cool breeze, holding the girl.
"Hey Agnimon!" A white and blue armored digimon with a wolf-like mask waved as I landed like some sort of a helicopter landing with the wind whipping around everyone's face. I landed in a thump and slide evolved back to my human self. Setting Ranamon lightly on the ground, I looked around at my friends. The one who waved at me was Wolfmon. Next to him was his friend, Lowemon. (- I am too lazy to put two flippin' dots above the o, okay?)
"Hello," I said. Then I heard the blaring speaker above me announcing.
"Welcome to the thirtieth annual Trailmon Race! The competition would start in a matter of five minutes."
A young woman with skimpy clothes, visor, and insect-like wings scoffed at the announcer. "I thought they shouldn't install those annoying speaker close to a digimon's ear. It might distract their ability to fight."
A humanoid blue and gold beetle digimon wrapped his massive arms around her. "Fairymon, you always complain about everything since we got revived."
Fairymon looked slightly up at him and said, "Revived? Huh? I am no longer as myself anymore. Beside wasn't I a beau as AncientIrismon?"
I whispered quietly at a green walking mirror, Mercuremon. After he got back into his normal self, he humbly apologized for his treatment when I was in one of his spheres. Since then we were quite good friends.
"I think she still has that cocky attitude."
Mercuremon snickered and whispered back, "I think so too."
"I HEARD THAT!" Fairymon snapped at us before stalking off with the others on her trail.
Mercuremon faced me and said, "I worry that if I don't follow her fast, she might disembowel me."
I slapped his hard, metal back, "Don't worry about me. I can handle her wrath."
"Well, okay, I see you at the stands."
He jogged off. It is strange how he can run without blinding any passerby. I walked quietly along a large lake and thought about my home. Wait a minute. I don't have a home to find. Flame Terminal was my resting place, but it felt weird and annoying sleeping alone with the Trailmon tooting their horns in the middle of the night. Maybe I will find myself a home, where I feel satisfied and happy. Well, to tell you the truth, I am a nomadic digimon now. I don't remember where I used to live. I don't even know what I loved to eat. It sucked being a spirit digimon. You don't even recognize the ones you love. You only knew yourself and what was your duty.
Suddenly, I was back into reality and someone meandered and collided with me. The fellow fell with bewilderment as I apologized. Then I recognized what kind of digimon it was. A blue dragon with red armor and a large blade on the middle of his forehead was clearly a Flamedramon. This one however was slightly different.
"It's okay. It was my fault. I was day dreaming again. What was I thinking? Ah yes…um…what is your name?" The Flamedramon stood up.
"Agnimon." I plainly stated.
"I see. My name is Flamedramon, but my buddies call me Draem." (Dray-eem)
I was surprised. Draem was not an ordinary nickname. Then I heard the speakers calling again. I have a minute to find my friends. Draem sighed, "Darn. Well, nice meeting you, Agnimon."
"Nice to meet you, Draem." I waved at the departing figure. Strange digimon. I was affirmed that he was not any ordinary Flamedramon I know. Nodding a bit to myself, I ran off to find my friend sitting in the stands.
"Damn it." Ranamon cursed, "I thought Mole was going to win."
Arbormon made a small notion, "Well, since Mole can't climb up hills and make sharp turn, the fellow has a chance of one out of a million to win the race."
Ranamon sarcastically looked at the wooden robot. She shot back, "You don't say…"
The rest of the hybrid and I laughed at their antics. It was another great day together as friends. Looking at the sun setting rapidly, I had to find a place to sleep.
"Well," I looked at my cheery friends. "I gotta find a place to sleep."
Fairymon suggested, "Agnimon, why don't you sleep at my place?"
My mind raced to the incident where I slept in her windy treehouse and the next day finding myself at the base of her tree. I suffered bruises and a cracked rib.
"Umm…I'll find a temporary shelter." I answered. Wolfmon sighed at me, "Agnimon, when are you going to settle. You move to places so much that next time, one of us would be lost looking for you."
"I'll find a home. Don't worry. It just out there." I point at the horizon. Smirking at the other hybrids, I slide evolved again and flew off into the dusk.
It was dark. I was still flying in the cold night. My flaming wings were starting to chill off. Worried that I might fall out of the sky with frozen wings, I started to descend.
I landed; slide evolved, and took a look around my surrounding. I was in a burnt forest with scarce vegetation. I did not understand. I remembered that this place was never like this. Forest fires were very rare in these parts of the digital world. I approached a broken branch and took a whiff of it. The smell was fresh. Someone was here. Why did that someone leveled down a lush forest? Even I, the Spirit of Flame, didn't even know. Fixing my face to s serious one, I traveled deeply into the blacken forest.
I searched who was the arsonist responsible for this action of the forest. It was strange. I was an arsonist myself. Looking at my gauntlets, I was poised, ready to attack this someone. It was silent in the forest. Winds picked up their speed and some of my hair rose on their ends.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing cry shattered the silence.
"Please! Don't hurt me!!!"
A growl came afterward.
Well, I found out that the arsonist must have been the second voice, but the first one was familiar. Then it came to me.
"DRAEM!" I yelled.
To be continued…ooOOOooo
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