The Next Journey

Chapter One: Hey! High School Here We Come!

They're still together, in a happy little group that's not so little anymore.


Jeri Katou took a deep breath. It was the first day of high school, for her and everyone else. She was pretty sure she was the one most nervous. She had on a deep green t-shirt that read, "My face is up here, stupid.", where the stupid was crossed out in black and above it written 'silly' in black, a blue skirt that almost reached her knees, and some white and green DCs. Rika had given the shirt to her for her birthday. Nervously fixing her half ponytail, which she had moved from her side to the back of her head, she walked in. Suddenly, she was overcome by people pushing and shoving to find their lockers and classes. She blinked. It was only the first day, how can people already know everything they needed to know? She then mentally smacked herself. "Duh! Class schedules and locker combinations are out today…." She giggled to herself then skipped to find her schedule. "Let's see, K……Ka……." We'll leave her searching through that 'filing cabinet' looking thing.

Why don't we go see how Kazu Shiota's doing? Our visor clad friend was mumbling to himself, apparently SOMEONE didn't want to get up today. Of course, along with his visor, he wore a brown shirt saying, "It was the lawn gnomes." Along with some dark blue jeans and black converse. "Man. This stinks. I was finally used to sleeping in late…" Well we all know this isn't true. Kazu had slept in the first day of vacation! Rubbing his eyes, he wandered around. After all, that's what everyone else was doing! He was too tired to think of anything mischievous to do, anyway. He looked down at the paper in his hand. "Locker 249 eh? Fine." He looked around, trying to find his locker.

Kenta Kitagawa blinked as he entered a hallway. Lots of students here too. Wow. Is there no place that's empty? The poor bespectacled boy pushed his glasses up, turning around and going down another hallway. "Geez. Where is everyone?" He muttered. His blue jeans reached his ankle, and his orange shirt that read, "I didn't do it." was on his chest, over a light grey long sleeved shirt. His dark grey DCs made no sound against the tiled floors of West Shinjuku High, and he made none either. At least not until he was a familiar visor wearing face. "Kazu!" He called out, rushing towards his buddy.

Kazu looked over and caught his friend in a near chokehold. "Kenta my man! What's up?"

"Not. My. Breathing." The poor boy managed, gasping for air.

Kazu snickered and stated, "Ahh wimp." Yet he let him go. "So Chumly, ready for high school?"

"Of course not."

"Neither am I buddy!"

And now we leave them to talking about strange things. Strange, mystical things.

Alice McCoy. This young girl was walking through the halls, trying to find her locker. She wore a black jean skirt that reached halfway to her knees, a purple t-shirt that had a dark yellow cross, some grey boots, and black wristbands. A cross necklace hung from her neck and swished every time she took a step. Her blond hair was in a ponytail near her neck. Looking at the paper again, she read the number near the word 'Locker'. "240? Okay." She continued wandering, looking around at lockers, then the paper, then lockers again. She sighed. This may take a while. We'll leave her to that.

Now who is this? A boy, obviously, who's dark brown hair stuck up and had blue eyes? Ryo Akiyama. What he is doing here we may never know. Okay, I know. He's here because his father transported him here, so he'd be closer to his friends. The boy who was clad in a dark blue shirt that had the saying, "Beware. Knows monster. (Little Sister)" despite him not having a sister, or ANY siblings, black jeans, and some white Adias, was walking down the halls like the last few people we've watched. He was looking for his own locker, having already gone to his classrooms so he would know them the next day. He read his locker number aloud. "244." This wasn't exactly the most brilliant action, for there were FANGIRL STALKERS AMONGST HIM! But he didn't know, they were hiding. We'll leave him alone for a bit.

Now we go to a young blue haired boy, Henry Wong. He was looking for his classes, having visited his locker and trying out the combo to see if it worked. It did. Having seen no reason to stay at his locker, he looked for his classes. He wore a green t-shirt saying, "Sarcasm. It's everywhere! –sarcasm-", blue jeans, a black, light jacket, his silver wristbands, and some tan converse. He seems to be doing pretty well. We'll leave him now.

Here's a new face! Fayaki Kanihu, age fourteen. She had a little-longer-than-shoulder-length dark blue hair, near lime green eyes, and a smile. She was looking through the halls, classrooms, anything. She was currently trying to find her classes, having not a lot of luck. Her black converse lightly walked along the floors, red t-shirt saying "What are you looking at?", blue jean shorts, and a light, cream jacket. She read her locker number to herself. "248. Hmm…."

Rika Nonaka. She had a frown on her face, her red-orange hair in it's usual spiky ponytail. She had on a white shirt with purple sleeves and a deep blue heart, within it a yin yang symbol, her red wristbands, some deep blue jeans that reached past her ankles but not enough to reach the floor, and black converse. "I hate school." She groaned quietly, but then smirked. "But at least I'm in school with the others. Even if Dumb and Dumber are on that list." She walked to the table Jeri had previously been at but wasn't anymore, and looked for her name. "N……No……."

We head on over to a famous bakery, one in West Shinjuku. One, that holds a very special boy.

"TAKATO! GET UP!"

One who's late. Like every day. The boy called Takato Matsuki had brown, untamed hair that was constantly a mess, no matter how many times he combed it, and red brown eyes. Eyes that were currently closed. He yawned and got up, rubbing his eyes. "WHAT MOM?" He yelled after he had woken himself up a bit more.

"West Shinjuku High ring a bell?"

"No…..OH SNAP!" Takato jumped out of bed and got dressed. He hurriedly placed on some blue jeans, a red shirt that had the hazard symbol on it, and a yellow jacket. Jamming on his green and white converse, he grabbed his backpack and flung his goggled around his neck. Taking off, he grabbed a piece of bread, stuffed it in his mouth, and yelled. "SEE YA!" But with the bread in his mouth, it sounded garbled. Something like, "MMPH MH!"

As the boy raced to the school, the other eight were looking for their classes. Strangely, no one else met up with one of the others, with the exception of Kazu and Kenta. But they might, no need to fret, because it's only been two hours. Another few, and it shall be lunch. The part of the day where everyone meets up and says hey. But, we still have one more person to go to. One last chosen tamer. One of the ones with a digimon, yet one of the two who don't know it. Her name?

Rukani Koukiamitsa.

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Me: Now remember children, adults, boys, girls, men, women, dogs, cats, frogs, horses, mi-

Alyssa: GET ON WITH IT!

Me: I OWN NOTHING. Except Rukani, Fayaki, and the idea. And something that will be revealed much, much, MUCH later.