This takes place two years in the future. Takato, Rika, Henry, Kazu and
Kenta are 14; Jeri is 13; Ai, Makoto, and Suzy are 8. The ages may not be
100% correct, but these are their ages in my fanfiction.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Takato looked at the sky, deep in thought.
He was fifteen now, and mature. But that didn't mean that he didn't sometimes think of Guilmon. In fact, he almost always thought of Guilmon.
Was Guilmon okay? ...of course he was, after all, he had the protection of his friends. And strong friends they were.
Takato lay sprawled on the grass, which was still damp from the morning dew. Takato welcomed the cold wetness of the grass. It felt good.
He sat up. The soaked back of his shirt clung to his back.
He wasn't wearing his blue sweatshirt and tan pants. No, he had grown out of those a while ago.
Besides, it was school time. He was wearing his uniform, which the public schools recently had to issue. The uniform was only a shirt with the school's name printed on it, and dark blue jeans. The girls had to wear uniforms, too. They wore dark blue skirts, and a shirt with the school's name on it. The skirt was the only difference between the boys and the girls. The girls liked the uniforms less than the boys. Quite frankly the boys couldn't care less.
Takato felt his head. No goggles. He didn't need goggles any longer. He wasn't a Tamer, after all.
The bell rang... once, twice. Recess was over; it was time for math.
Takato stood up, trying futily to get the grass stains off the back of his dark blue jeans.
The class was already patiently sitting at their desks. They were waiting for Takato.
When he walked in, they all looked at him--he was late again.
Takato blushed. He knew what was coming...
The teacher pointed at the hall.
"Yes, ma'am." Takato muttered, and slipped out into the hall where he sat for the rest of the lesson.
***
By the time school was over, the wind was starting to pick up. The weatherman had predicted a nice warm day... well, so much for that. Those were definitely rain clouds in the sky.
Dead leaves cackled under Takato's feet. They made him think of Guilmon -- Guilmon loved playing in the leaves.
No, stop thinking about Guilmon. He's where he belongs, Takato told himself.
He hardly noticed the rain as he went into the familiar bakery. The smell of fresh cooked bread warmly greeted him.
Takato slipped off his shoes and crept upstairs, not saying 'hi' to his busy parents. These days the bakery got so much customers that his parents hardly had any time for him and the new baby.
The new baby was a girl. She was named Miki. Takato was a good older brother, but he didn't really see what was so great about the baby.
Jeri and Rika seemed obsessed with the baby, too.
Maybe it was a girl thing.
Takato looked at his digivice. It was sitting on the dresser by his bed, gathering dust.
Was it still functional? Should he see?
What was the point?
Guilmon was in another dimension. There was no way the digivice could contact him.
It was wishful thinking. That was all.
Takato grabbed the digivice anyway. With his sleeve he cleared the dust off the mini monitor.
He pressed the button, the biggest button. The one in the middle that turned it on.
Nothing happened.
It was burnt out.
Takato sighed, tossing the digivice back onto the dresser. He went downstairs for a quick snack.
He didn't notice the digivice beep. It was a very dim beep. It beeped again, this time louder.
The D-Arc digivice vibrated.
A storm was coming.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Takato looked at the sky, deep in thought.
He was fifteen now, and mature. But that didn't mean that he didn't sometimes think of Guilmon. In fact, he almost always thought of Guilmon.
Was Guilmon okay? ...of course he was, after all, he had the protection of his friends. And strong friends they were.
Takato lay sprawled on the grass, which was still damp from the morning dew. Takato welcomed the cold wetness of the grass. It felt good.
He sat up. The soaked back of his shirt clung to his back.
He wasn't wearing his blue sweatshirt and tan pants. No, he had grown out of those a while ago.
Besides, it was school time. He was wearing his uniform, which the public schools recently had to issue. The uniform was only a shirt with the school's name printed on it, and dark blue jeans. The girls had to wear uniforms, too. They wore dark blue skirts, and a shirt with the school's name on it. The skirt was the only difference between the boys and the girls. The girls liked the uniforms less than the boys. Quite frankly the boys couldn't care less.
Takato felt his head. No goggles. He didn't need goggles any longer. He wasn't a Tamer, after all.
The bell rang... once, twice. Recess was over; it was time for math.
Takato stood up, trying futily to get the grass stains off the back of his dark blue jeans.
The class was already patiently sitting at their desks. They were waiting for Takato.
When he walked in, they all looked at him--he was late again.
Takato blushed. He knew what was coming...
The teacher pointed at the hall.
"Yes, ma'am." Takato muttered, and slipped out into the hall where he sat for the rest of the lesson.
***
By the time school was over, the wind was starting to pick up. The weatherman had predicted a nice warm day... well, so much for that. Those were definitely rain clouds in the sky.
Dead leaves cackled under Takato's feet. They made him think of Guilmon -- Guilmon loved playing in the leaves.
No, stop thinking about Guilmon. He's where he belongs, Takato told himself.
He hardly noticed the rain as he went into the familiar bakery. The smell of fresh cooked bread warmly greeted him.
Takato slipped off his shoes and crept upstairs, not saying 'hi' to his busy parents. These days the bakery got so much customers that his parents hardly had any time for him and the new baby.
The new baby was a girl. She was named Miki. Takato was a good older brother, but he didn't really see what was so great about the baby.
Jeri and Rika seemed obsessed with the baby, too.
Maybe it was a girl thing.
Takato looked at his digivice. It was sitting on the dresser by his bed, gathering dust.
Was it still functional? Should he see?
What was the point?
Guilmon was in another dimension. There was no way the digivice could contact him.
It was wishful thinking. That was all.
Takato grabbed the digivice anyway. With his sleeve he cleared the dust off the mini monitor.
He pressed the button, the biggest button. The one in the middle that turned it on.
Nothing happened.
It was burnt out.
Takato sighed, tossing the digivice back onto the dresser. He went downstairs for a quick snack.
He didn't notice the digivice beep. It was a very dim beep. It beeped again, this time louder.
The D-Arc digivice vibrated.
A storm was coming.