Nashai Reitou sat at the table with his hands folded, staring at the T.V. across the room from him. His dark blonde hair was pushed up, like a puff or mountain, and was held tight by a pair of goggles. The goggles were of course, bigger than Reitou's eyes, which were a shade of dark blue.
It had been a long, hard day, today. Especially at school, he thought. In math he had been assigned five assignments. Due tomorrow. Luckily he had time to work on it during History. He didn't worry about his History assignment, he did that during English. He would fit in English tomorrow, during Math Class.
Hishodou Nashai walked into the room, his tie fluffed up, and crumpled. His hair was fizzed up, and his face looked very tired. The man looked at his son who had his own eyes, "Good afternoon, Reitou."
"Hey, dad," Reitou said, keeping the glare on the T.V. tight. Today was the finale of his favorite T.V. Series, "H.Y.U." (Don't ask). "Home early, eh?"
"Yeah. They really didn't need a janitor at the T.V. Station anymore, and beings this big storm, I got off early." Hishodou padded down his dark, creamy brown hair, and took a seat next to his son at the table. "Hows your world?"
"Nothing new, I guess." Reitou unlocked his glare as the credits began to role. "You?"
"Well, there's this new guy at the station, Masaharu Ishida, and he's really a pain-- But he is a hard worker. I guess we're kinda-- Friends. I guess you could say that."
Reitou adjusted his hair, and looked over at his dad. "Do you think I could go out for a bit?" Reitou gave his dad a puppy-look.
"It's about to storm, Reitou." The man looked towards the giant screen window through the other room. ".. Fine. Be back before six, though. Your mother is ordering take-out--"
Reitou smiled, heavy sarcasm in his voice; "I don't want to miss that, now do I?"
Reitou got up, suddenly full of energy, and ran over to the coat rack by the apartment door, grabbed his coat, and ran out the door.
"Kids." The man laughed.
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"Come on, you can do it!" The girl smiled, as rain slowly rolled down her face. The little boy looked up, not sure of himself. His brown hair was pushed against his head due to getting so soaked. "Come on!" The girl shouted again, in a sweet, angelic voice.
"I don't think I can!" Cried the little child.
"Yeah you can! Now come on!" The girl held out her hand.
The boy backed up three steps, the rain clogged beneath his boots. "One," the girl yelled, "two." She looked at him. "Three!"
The boy began to run, fast. Then he jumped, but missed, and landed about 3/4's of the way on the other side of the puddle. He let out a whine, and ran forward fast, grabbing hold of Namida's hand.
Yoshiida Tamashi quivered as water seeped into his boots. "Aahh! Cold!" Nouriko Namida smiled at him. "We better get you home, little one." She smiled again, and began walking towards the building, when a figure rushed out towards her.
"What are you two doing out here?!?" The girl scolded. "You could catch cold or even die out here!" The girl ran forward, her hair began to get wet and she shivered uncontrollably. "We were just playing!" Tamashi informed, a smile spreading across his face.
"Well, your parents told me to come and get you. They don't want you sick." Naiteiru Sakiyuki, brushing back a tangle of her auburn hair. Sakiyuki was a nice girl, but didn't have very many friends. She was always helping when she could, because if she didn't do something, she'd most like go into depression. She had a lot of issues that needed some help in, and didn't really have a crowd she hung out with.
The little five you old tromped over to Sakiyuki. "Fine, we can go." The thirteen-year-old girl followed. "Just because your fourteen and a good friend of my parents doesn't mean you can boss me around like that! That is so unfai--!"
"Is that you? Nami?!?!" Came a holler, as two figures ran down the sidewalk. The voice was of Reitou, and was just like him. Loud and ignorant. "Crud! Run!" Namida screamed, but Reitou Nashai had reached them, and his friend walked over to the group, too.
"Who's that?" Tamashi asked, looking at the kid behind Reitou. "Oh, this is my friend, Yukio Oikawa. Yukio, this is Tamashi Yoshiida, Sakiyuki Naiteiru, and Namida Nouriko."
"Hi…" The boy's voice came out, soft and gentle.
Nami saw something in his eyes she didn't like, and being the smart girl she was, backed up some, just to be safe, and put a protective arm on her friend Tamashi's shoulder.
Namida and Tamashi had been friends since Tamashi first moved to Tamachi, Tokyo, Japan. Tamashi had a bad family. He lived with his grandmother, and his mother had died when he was born. His father, who wasn't very old when he was born, was still in college; you see he wanted to become a lawyer. He came to visit his son every two months.
But that wasn't a lot. Not a lot at all.
Yukio caught Namida's eye. He's looking at me, she told herself nervously in her head. She let him stare at her for a minute, then said, "Well, nice to meet you... Yukio." She smiled. A slight smile came from him. Maybe he's not that bad.
Sakiyuki blinked, "Yeah, same thing." She looked at Yukio, trying to have a friendly look.
Tamashi smiled happily, "Well, hello Yukio." His smile lit the dark gray sky.
"So, uh, now that you've met... You guys wanna go down and break into the school? I left some of my homework there--" Reitou was cut off.
"Not like you would work on it even if we did." Sakiyuki smiled grimly.
"Ha ha." Reitou glanced, "I would so work on it."
"What subject is it?" She asked.
"English."
"Of course you'd work on it."
"Hey, look, I ain't gunna take this anymore. Let's go, Oikawa."
"Ain't? Hahaha." Sakiyuki smiled.
"Hey, you wanna fight?"
"No thank you. My mom told me never to play with mud."
"Ooohh," Nami and Tamashi said in unison.
"Well, well... I don't hit girls anyways." He turned the other way and crossed his arms, a pout forming on his lips.
"Well, you sure enjoy... HITting on them." Sakiyuki smiled.
"I do not! I only like a certain... Several girls."
"Several?"
"Okay, five!"
"Five?"
"... Eleven. Now leave me al--"
Suddenly thunder roared through the sky. Everyone was shook, including the ground and housing all around. "What was that?" They all stared at each other. Silence hung over them like a cloud.
As they stared, none of them noticed, as five lights rushed towards them from a gaping hole in the sky. Tamashi finally noticed them, as they were about five feet away. "Ah!" Screamed Namida, "Run!" Tamashi grabbed a hold of Namida's hand and they began to run. Sakiyuki figured they were something like electricity, and followed fast.
Yukio, his black hair tossing in the wind, blinked, a slight questioning look in his eyes.
Reikou looked around, seeing the others run, and followed.
"Help! Electric Bolts!" Tamashi screamed.
The lights sped up, and one, which was a grayish color, smashed into Yukio. An Orange-Red light pushed down Reikou.
Tamashi flipped around and a green light collided with him.
Sakiyuki ducked down as the light flew past her, but before she could begin to run again, it has flew into her face. She toppled into a puddle, the magenta color following her.
Namida screamed, not knowing what it was, as the color Silver chased after her. She finally stopped, and turned around, holding her hands out, and caught the color. But it was so powerful, that she fell over.
"What in the world?" Reitou wondered.
"What is this thing?" Tamashi held the green light in his hand.
Sakiyuki stood up, water over her front. "It looks like some sort of -- Thingamajig."
The things were shaped like D-arcs, in a way (D-Arcs take place WAY after this story began), and each had a specific color. Namida's was Silver. Yukio's gray. Tamashi's green. Reitou's an orange-red. Sakiyuki's magenta.
They were oval shaped, and had a thinner shape at the bottom, there were two buttons at the bottom of the screen, and one at the top. (Very similar). They were called D-Pyaa's. Each of the Original Five had one now.
Nouriko Namida blinked, staring at hers.
Nashai Reitou shook his.
Yoshiida Tamashi smiled at his.
Naiteiru Sakiyuki tilted hers a little, looking at the back of it.
Oikawa Yukio's eyebrows made a funny shape.
They had all become Digidestined.
The Original Five.
The target for one of the strongest forces in the world. (And the Digital World)