Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, Bandai, Toei Animation and Disney own it.
Don't sue, because I'm broke!
Akuma is owned by Elimon. Keith and Yurimaru are owned by Katsu.
Nobunaga Yurimaru~"I know whenever people hear about Digimon, they think of squealing little otaku. Funny, most of us wish we still had that innocence. All the death, sorrow, hell even the insanity, began that day. I was already there: y'know, the digital world. My brother Katsuyouri, called Keith by the others, had run from our home in Korea. He had traveled from China, to Japan, then to England. I guess then, it started when he ran into Akuma.
An English high street on a Saturday. Filled with busy shoppers going about their daily business. Their shopping bags full to bursting with food, clothes and, in some rare cases, toys. There's one person without any bags though. He's a half-Asian, half-European boy of around fourteen, slightly tall for his age, clutching a cell phone tightly in his right hand. His eyes are fixed on the screen as he weaves in and out of the shoppers, barely missing getting squashed flat by some of the larger ones
Meanwhile, several feet above, a Young Asian-American sits inside a Casino, smirked at by the rich people, stared at by the average. He calmly sips a small glass of Sake, then gets up, a katana clinking against the window. He opens an office door, where several people lay dead. he gently puts the cup on the desk, then smiles "Thanks for the fitness program guys." then hurries down the stairs. He walks out and tosses a pair of blood stained gloves into the trash as he leaves.
The boy with the cell phone is walking towards the nearest train station. He's not really looking where he's going, so he bumps right into the other boy.
The boy looks to him and smirks "Head in the clouds?"
He looks up "You could say that."
He laughs "We've all had days like that, no problem."
The other shakes his head "No, hardly anyone has had a day like this one."
He nods, looking up "Yeah, well, I can top it."
"Oh? What can be stranger than getting an e-mail on a cell phone that doesn't even belong to you asking you if you want to play a game?"
He laughs "We both got hosed my friend, I got a letter today saying the exact same thing, and get this, no-one knew I was staying in that hotel, of course no one SHOULD since I snuck in...."
He blinks "Did the letter also say to go to the nearest train station and catch the five o'clock train to London?"
He nods "Yup."
He looks at the other boy surprised, then sticks his hand out "My name's Dainouchi Akuma."
He smiles and shakes it "Nobunaga Katsuyouri, but call me Keith."
Akuma smiles back "Pleased to meet you, Keith."
He smiles "Same here, so, how old are you?"
Akuma blinks "Fourteen... you?"
"13. Well, I think we should probably head to that train as it leaves in- " he looks at his watch and blinks "TEN MINUTES!?"
Akuma swears, racing off to the train station, expertly weaving in and out of the shoppers. He's obviously experienced.
Keith dashes as well, running to the support beams of the train tracks, climbing up, then landing on the tracks "ice was right, it's easy to do this."
The train arrives, and Akuma opens the door quickly, waiting for Keith to get on.
Keith jumps in "Made it."
Akuma looks around "Strange..." He check the next carriage. "We're alone..."
Keith nods "Usually the train will at least have a homeless dude, but no one."
The train starts moving, slowly at first, but then starts to pick up speed. Soon, it's going so fast that Keith and Akuma are knocked onto their backs.
"What the Hell is going on?!" Akuma yells above the noise of the train.
Keith crawls up "Okay, I don't think the sky is supposed to go black about now.."
"Oohh, this could be bad."
"Hell yah...." Keith grabs a ring of Buddhist prayer beads.
The train continues speeding on, leaving Akuma wishing he weren't an Atheist.
Akuma is owned by Elimon. Keith and Yurimaru are owned by Katsu.
Nobunaga Yurimaru~"I know whenever people hear about Digimon, they think of squealing little otaku. Funny, most of us wish we still had that innocence. All the death, sorrow, hell even the insanity, began that day. I was already there: y'know, the digital world. My brother Katsuyouri, called Keith by the others, had run from our home in Korea. He had traveled from China, to Japan, then to England. I guess then, it started when he ran into Akuma.
An English high street on a Saturday. Filled with busy shoppers going about their daily business. Their shopping bags full to bursting with food, clothes and, in some rare cases, toys. There's one person without any bags though. He's a half-Asian, half-European boy of around fourteen, slightly tall for his age, clutching a cell phone tightly in his right hand. His eyes are fixed on the screen as he weaves in and out of the shoppers, barely missing getting squashed flat by some of the larger ones
Meanwhile, several feet above, a Young Asian-American sits inside a Casino, smirked at by the rich people, stared at by the average. He calmly sips a small glass of Sake, then gets up, a katana clinking against the window. He opens an office door, where several people lay dead. he gently puts the cup on the desk, then smiles "Thanks for the fitness program guys." then hurries down the stairs. He walks out and tosses a pair of blood stained gloves into the trash as he leaves.
The boy with the cell phone is walking towards the nearest train station. He's not really looking where he's going, so he bumps right into the other boy.
The boy looks to him and smirks "Head in the clouds?"
He looks up "You could say that."
He laughs "We've all had days like that, no problem."
The other shakes his head "No, hardly anyone has had a day like this one."
He nods, looking up "Yeah, well, I can top it."
"Oh? What can be stranger than getting an e-mail on a cell phone that doesn't even belong to you asking you if you want to play a game?"
He laughs "We both got hosed my friend, I got a letter today saying the exact same thing, and get this, no-one knew I was staying in that hotel, of course no one SHOULD since I snuck in...."
He blinks "Did the letter also say to go to the nearest train station and catch the five o'clock train to London?"
He nods "Yup."
He looks at the other boy surprised, then sticks his hand out "My name's Dainouchi Akuma."
He smiles and shakes it "Nobunaga Katsuyouri, but call me Keith."
Akuma smiles back "Pleased to meet you, Keith."
He smiles "Same here, so, how old are you?"
Akuma blinks "Fourteen... you?"
"13. Well, I think we should probably head to that train as it leaves in- " he looks at his watch and blinks "TEN MINUTES!?"
Akuma swears, racing off to the train station, expertly weaving in and out of the shoppers. He's obviously experienced.
Keith dashes as well, running to the support beams of the train tracks, climbing up, then landing on the tracks "ice was right, it's easy to do this."
The train arrives, and Akuma opens the door quickly, waiting for Keith to get on.
Keith jumps in "Made it."
Akuma looks around "Strange..." He check the next carriage. "We're alone..."
Keith nods "Usually the train will at least have a homeless dude, but no one."
The train starts moving, slowly at first, but then starts to pick up speed. Soon, it's going so fast that Keith and Akuma are knocked onto their backs.
"What the Hell is going on?!" Akuma yells above the noise of the train.
Keith crawls up "Okay, I don't think the sky is supposed to go black about now.."
"Oohh, this could be bad."
"Hell yah...." Keith grabs a ring of Buddhist prayer beads.
The train continues speeding on, leaving Akuma wishing he weren't an Atheist.