Fifteen year old Jenrya Lee was walking peacefully in the early night. He had just left Takato's sixteenth birthday party, and was now making his way home. It was about three blocks from his house to Takato's. It was eleven forty-nine on his watch, which meant he had about eleven minutes to spare before his mom killed him for not getting home by his twelve o'clock curfew. So Jenrya changed his pace from a leisurely walk to a near blind run, praying to the powers that be he made it home in time.
Unbeknownst to Jenrya, most of his family (Terriermon and Lopmon not included) was fast asleep. This was obviously fortunate for Jenrya, but it was also a great advantage for someone else that night...
While Jenrya ran and the rest of his family slept, a young man in his late twenties placed a basket next to the door of the Lee apartment. This young twentysomething had short blonde hair, a navy blue business suit and was wearing a pair of sunglasses. He nervously clicked his cigarette lighter as he left the building.
The twentysomething was known as Yamaki Mitsuo.
Jenrya almost fell flat on his face as he fled into the apartment building he and his family lived in. Some guy who had just driven up gave him an odd look as he flew by. But Jenrya didn't care at all -- his primary concern was getting home, now!
"Sorry!" Jenrya exclaimed as he ran into a woman and her pet dog, which were on their way out of this blasted apartment complex. Can you imagine? Boys running into fine ladies at hellish hours of the night! Really!
So the youngest Lee male went on through the building until he reached his own home.
Jenrya really did fall flat on his face as his foot ran into a something by the door. A few seconds later, he raised himself up to see just what he had tripped over. To say the least, it certainly wasn't what he expected.
Jenrya had tripped over a basket placed in front of his house. Next to it lay a letter, which read "To Jenrya Lee".
But Jenrya didn't care about the letter at all. He cared much, much more about what lay inside that basket. He cared much more about it, and why it sent chills up his spine.
Inside the basket lay a little baby boy. He was wrapped up in some blankets, and fast asleep. The thing that really stood out about him, however, was his very pale skin. Skin that was nearly pure white. The baby also had a few strands of pale blond hair, a color that Jenrya thought was familiar, but it wasn't sure who he'd ever seen with that color of hair. It somewhat resembled the color of Renamon's fur, but he'd never seen a person with hair that color.
What could this baby be doing here? Jenrya wondered. So he picked up the note and unfolded it, and began to make out the screwy handwriting aloud. "To Jenrya Lee, we have a present for you." Jenrya said.
"This baby boy is a part of our Digimon project, and he belongs to you..." Jenrya muttered. "We have used your DNA for our projects pertaining to the combination of DNA and data. We are leaving this boy in your care. May the best of luck be with you." Jenrya said, finishing the short note. This was too much to take in.
But he couldn't leave the baby all alone. So, gently as possible, Jenrya picked up the basket. To his relief, the baby only stirred slightly from being picked up. And Jenrya went inside his house, hoping to get some idea of what to do with this boy.
Outside the apartment, Renamon waited by Jenrya's window. She felt as if a force that she couldn't entirely control was pulling her here. She just had to hope Ruki didn't notice her gone any time soon...