Disclaimer stuff: I don't own Digimon. Don't sue me. If you don't like this story, simply remember that it is only my harmless insanity and nothing more. Also, I'm sorry if everything isn't exactly accurate. This is my first Digimon fic, so bear with me. Now without further ado: the story!
Dark Child-Part I: Blue Eyes
Midnight...
A shadowy figure silently glided into the midst of the soundly sleeping Digidestined. It saw one of them out of their sleeping bag-apparently they had been keeping watch, but now they were sleeping like a log.
The person left no footsteps in the dusty road-nor did they make the slightest noise whatsoever. It carefully removed a large bag from inside its black cloak and moved to the child nearest them-a boy with red hair and a laptop computer next to his sleeping bag.
The person sprinkled a brightly sparkling powder onto the bug-like Digimon next to the boy, gently picked up the Digimon and put it into the bag. They continued on to each child in turn, every time sprinkling the powder onto their Digimon, them putting them quietly into the bag.
Once all eight Digimon had been put into the bag, the person began to glide away. Just as they were getting to the woods, they stole a quick glance back at the slumbering children.
Blue eyes flashed brightly from inside the dark hooded robe, then the person vanished without a trace...
~*~
Warm, piercing sunlight filtered down through the tree canopy, gently rousing the eight Digidestined from their sleep.
The sunlight was so bright and warm it even awoke Mimi. She groaned in annoyance and turned to her other side to attempt to get more sleep.
Finding that turning to the other side did no good, Mimi slowly opened her eyes and yawned, not at all pleased to be awake so much earlier than usual, even in the Digital World.
While rubbing her eyes, somebody tapped her on the shoulder lightly.
"Not now, Palmon, it's too early in the morning to talk," Mimi sleepily muttered.
"Mimi, it's Joe," Joe replied, wondering how anybody could possibly be so out of it in the morning.
"Joe? Well what do you want?" Mimi asked, raising her voice a little.
"I was just wondering if you've seen Gomamon. He wasn't here when I woke up," Joe explained.
"No, I haven't," Mimi irritably answered. She looked around for Palmon-only to see that the flowery Digimon was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Palmon?" she wondered.
"It's not just Palmon," Sora said, overhearing Mimi wondering aloud. "Biyomon's missing, too. In fact, all the Digimon are gone."
"What?" Mimi asked, surprised. She looked around the camp for any of the Digimon. They were all nowhere to be seen.
"Patamon! Patamon, where are you?" TK shouted, looking around for the winged Digimon.
"Where could they be?" Kari whispered nervously.
"Maybe they're hiding," TK hopefully answered.
"No, they have never hidden before. I believe they were stolen," Izzy calmly replied.
There was a moment of shocked silence at this idea, then Tai shouted: "How can they be stolen? Why would anything here want them? The Dark Masters are gone!"
Matt angrily turned to Tai and argued: "Well how else would you explain them disappearing?"
"I-" Tai faltered for words.
"There, you can't," Matt triumphantly said.
"What are we going to do?" TK asked, his voice edged with worry.
"I suggest that we split into four search parties and look for them," Izzy proposed.
Everyone looked at Tai. Tai thought for a moment before saying: "Yes, let's do that."
~*~
Hours later, and exhausted group of six Digidestined met back at the camp with nothing to show for their efforts.
"Where's Izzy and Joe?" Tai questioned, holding back a yawn.
"Right here," Joe said, emerging from the forest with Izzy right behind him.
"What took you guys so long?" Matt quarried.
Izzy held up a piece of very old parchment and explained: "We found this while we were looking for the Digimon. I believe it could be a prophecy."
"A prophecy?" Sora repeated. "What does it say?"
"It's in an ancient code," Izzy replied. "I'll try and figure it out tomorrow."
Everyone was so tired; they simply accepted this answer and began to get ready for bed.
~*~
TK woke much earlier than usual. He quietly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, noticing that no one else was awake. He yawned and lay back down, hoping to get some more sleep.
After about five minutes, TK turned to his other side, then five minutes later he rolled onto his back. Finally, he climbed out of his sleeping bag with a sigh. He just couldn't get comfortable, so he decided to take a walk.
TK slipped away from the rest of his friends silently and began walking through the forest near them. The leaves were covered with refreshing dew and the tall grass on either side of the trail lightly brushed his legs.
He emerged from the woods to a small, deep pond. The rising sun made the gently rippling water sparkle dazzlingly and TK sat next to the water's edge. The water was so clear he could see fish far below drifting lazily about near the sandy bottom.
TK felt his eyes droop sleepily and he yawned. Then, without really meaning to, he fell asleep...
When he re-awoke, the sun was high in the sky. Oh no, they must be worried about me, TK thought to himself. He hadn't meant to doze off-the peacefulness of the scene had just made him feel so tranquil it was hard to resist.
With a sigh, TK began to climb to his feet. Suddenly, he felt strong hands grabbing his shoulders tightly. Sharp fingernails dug into his back. He cried out in surprise. He was lifted off his feet and tossed into the pond.
Sputtering angrily, TK began to swim back to shore-only to find that he couldn't keep his head above water. A heavy stone was tied to his foot and it was dragging him underwater.
"Help!" TK managed to shout before he was pulled under. He was pulled to the bottom struggling the whole time.
TK realized he was running out of air, but he didn't dare open his mouth. He feebly began trying to untie the rope around his foot, but his efforts made no difference.
Finally, he was unable to hold his breath any longer. He tried to draw his breath-but got a mouthful of water instead. His senses were becoming foggy. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a momentary glimpse of flashing blue eyes looking down at him from high above...
Dark Child-Part I: Blue Eyes
Midnight...
A shadowy figure silently glided into the midst of the soundly sleeping Digidestined. It saw one of them out of their sleeping bag-apparently they had been keeping watch, but now they were sleeping like a log.
The person left no footsteps in the dusty road-nor did they make the slightest noise whatsoever. It carefully removed a large bag from inside its black cloak and moved to the child nearest them-a boy with red hair and a laptop computer next to his sleeping bag.
The person sprinkled a brightly sparkling powder onto the bug-like Digimon next to the boy, gently picked up the Digimon and put it into the bag. They continued on to each child in turn, every time sprinkling the powder onto their Digimon, them putting them quietly into the bag.
Once all eight Digimon had been put into the bag, the person began to glide away. Just as they were getting to the woods, they stole a quick glance back at the slumbering children.
Blue eyes flashed brightly from inside the dark hooded robe, then the person vanished without a trace...
~*~
Warm, piercing sunlight filtered down through the tree canopy, gently rousing the eight Digidestined from their sleep.
The sunlight was so bright and warm it even awoke Mimi. She groaned in annoyance and turned to her other side to attempt to get more sleep.
Finding that turning to the other side did no good, Mimi slowly opened her eyes and yawned, not at all pleased to be awake so much earlier than usual, even in the Digital World.
While rubbing her eyes, somebody tapped her on the shoulder lightly.
"Not now, Palmon, it's too early in the morning to talk," Mimi sleepily muttered.
"Mimi, it's Joe," Joe replied, wondering how anybody could possibly be so out of it in the morning.
"Joe? Well what do you want?" Mimi asked, raising her voice a little.
"I was just wondering if you've seen Gomamon. He wasn't here when I woke up," Joe explained.
"No, I haven't," Mimi irritably answered. She looked around for Palmon-only to see that the flowery Digimon was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Palmon?" she wondered.
"It's not just Palmon," Sora said, overhearing Mimi wondering aloud. "Biyomon's missing, too. In fact, all the Digimon are gone."
"What?" Mimi asked, surprised. She looked around the camp for any of the Digimon. They were all nowhere to be seen.
"Patamon! Patamon, where are you?" TK shouted, looking around for the winged Digimon.
"Where could they be?" Kari whispered nervously.
"Maybe they're hiding," TK hopefully answered.
"No, they have never hidden before. I believe they were stolen," Izzy calmly replied.
There was a moment of shocked silence at this idea, then Tai shouted: "How can they be stolen? Why would anything here want them? The Dark Masters are gone!"
Matt angrily turned to Tai and argued: "Well how else would you explain them disappearing?"
"I-" Tai faltered for words.
"There, you can't," Matt triumphantly said.
"What are we going to do?" TK asked, his voice edged with worry.
"I suggest that we split into four search parties and look for them," Izzy proposed.
Everyone looked at Tai. Tai thought for a moment before saying: "Yes, let's do that."
~*~
Hours later, and exhausted group of six Digidestined met back at the camp with nothing to show for their efforts.
"Where's Izzy and Joe?" Tai questioned, holding back a yawn.
"Right here," Joe said, emerging from the forest with Izzy right behind him.
"What took you guys so long?" Matt quarried.
Izzy held up a piece of very old parchment and explained: "We found this while we were looking for the Digimon. I believe it could be a prophecy."
"A prophecy?" Sora repeated. "What does it say?"
"It's in an ancient code," Izzy replied. "I'll try and figure it out tomorrow."
Everyone was so tired; they simply accepted this answer and began to get ready for bed.
~*~
TK woke much earlier than usual. He quietly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, noticing that no one else was awake. He yawned and lay back down, hoping to get some more sleep.
After about five minutes, TK turned to his other side, then five minutes later he rolled onto his back. Finally, he climbed out of his sleeping bag with a sigh. He just couldn't get comfortable, so he decided to take a walk.
TK slipped away from the rest of his friends silently and began walking through the forest near them. The leaves were covered with refreshing dew and the tall grass on either side of the trail lightly brushed his legs.
He emerged from the woods to a small, deep pond. The rising sun made the gently rippling water sparkle dazzlingly and TK sat next to the water's edge. The water was so clear he could see fish far below drifting lazily about near the sandy bottom.
TK felt his eyes droop sleepily and he yawned. Then, without really meaning to, he fell asleep...
When he re-awoke, the sun was high in the sky. Oh no, they must be worried about me, TK thought to himself. He hadn't meant to doze off-the peacefulness of the scene had just made him feel so tranquil it was hard to resist.
With a sigh, TK began to climb to his feet. Suddenly, he felt strong hands grabbing his shoulders tightly. Sharp fingernails dug into his back. He cried out in surprise. He was lifted off his feet and tossed into the pond.
Sputtering angrily, TK began to swim back to shore-only to find that he couldn't keep his head above water. A heavy stone was tied to his foot and it was dragging him underwater.
"Help!" TK managed to shout before he was pulled under. He was pulled to the bottom struggling the whole time.
TK realized he was running out of air, but he didn't dare open his mouth. He feebly began trying to untie the rope around his foot, but his efforts made no difference.
Finally, he was unable to hold his breath any longer. He tried to draw his breath-but got a mouthful of water instead. His senses were becoming foggy. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a momentary glimpse of flashing blue eyes looking down at him from high above...