Okay, I'm going to admit it: I prefer old school Digimon. 01 and 02 are my favorite, and those are really the only seasons I ever watched. I never cared too much about the tamers and I couldn't really figure out what was going on with Frontier. Please, be patient with me, the Digimon will show up in this story, this is only the prolog.
With any luck this will be the only place you have to put up with my chatter until the end of the story. I don't know if it's still required or not, but I do not own Digimon, or anything associated with it. Some of the characters in this story are purely mine though, one I borrowed from a friend. So please, leave any reviews you'd like on it, and if it only deserves flames… that's fine, just give advice on how to fix it as well. Thank you.
--Lin Renee
Prolog
It can't be. It is not possible. How many years has it been? Two? Three at the max. Matt shook his head as he thought back. Gabumon had been perfectly fine last time he'd seen his friend, so where were the dreams coming from? "What do I do with the dreams?" He asked himself. He closed his eyes softly. "Gabu… is something wrong? Do you need me, buddy?" He stretched his mind out, wondering if telekinesis were even possible. Wondering if anything like what he saw on the X-men could happen.
He found himself praying that it was a possibility. He considered Gabumon his best friend and even the thought of something happening to him made him feel sick to the stomach. "Gabumon…" He called mentally. "Are you there? Gabu?" He released a soft sigh and stared towards his dark screened laptop. "Gabumon?" The screen remained blank.
He pushed long blond bangs from his face. "No… Nothing is wrong." He assured himself. If something was wrong… A blinking light on his cell phone caught his eye. Tai would have called me?... He jumped to his feet grabbing the phone up in a frenzy. He flipped the phone open, suddenly aware of how stupid he's acting because of a meaningless dream. The thought calmed his mind. He gave a short laugh. "That's it. I'm over-reacting over nothing."
Two missed calls, his phone informed. He pushed his hair back once again, taking the short moment to regain his composure. He laid back on his bed, sure the calls were just from his dad. After all, it had been two weeks since he last saw David. This summer, he'd decided, was about him bonding with his mother and seeing if he and Tai could beat the high scores at the local arcade.
"Yes, dad," he rehearsed in his mind. "I'm just fine… no need calling to check up, its not like Mom's going to let something happen to me…" He finally flipped to his missed calls.
The screen flashed, "Yagami, Taichi." Call one had been made at 1:45 a.m. Call two had been made at 2:15 a.m. Matt punched in the number for his voice mail, hopping that Tai had just been having insomnia and making random calls.
"Dude!" his voice blared. "Why aren't you answering? Matt? Something's wrong with Agumon and Gabumon. Matt, where are you? Damn it, Matt. Call me when you get this." And the tone went dead.
"Hey, Matt, this is dad…" Matt closed the phone as the old messages started to repeat back to him. His heart crashed into the pit of his stomach. He'd been right. Something was wrong.
Something was wrong and they had to return to the Digitalworld to put things right again.
This time, he would be doing it without his beloved partner by his side.
Now he and Tai had to save their friends from a destruction too horrific to fathom.