War of the Elements, a Digimon Story
Hey this is AxelZX93 coming to you with a strange tale of the digimon universe. This is my first story so if you have any opinions (basically reviews on stuff I should change or grammar or wording) please post them as I could use the help. Now for the disclaimer, I don't own digimon or any thing else I might pull from other shows or games such as Avatar the Last Airbender or Ronin Warriors. I hope you enjoy my story and don't forget to comment and review.
Ch.1-Strange Fates pt.1
You know when you have just one of those days when you feel like the whole world was against you? Well that's how a young man named Nanashi felt on his seventeenth birthday. He was tall at five foot ten with dark shoulder length dark brown hair. He wore a sleeveless black shirt with blue jeans and dark green tennis shoes that accentuated his emerald green eyes. He had grown up in an average home with an average family living an average life. That day, which happened to be a Saturday, his mother and father had had an argument. Now some of you may be thinking, 'so what?' While it is true that parents argue frequently, Nanashi's parents did not. When they did, however, you would be hard pressed not to hear them.
This argument had been about Nanashi himself, or more explicitly, his future. His father wanted him to work with him with computers, whereas his mother wanted him to be a doctor. Nanashi felt like his parents did not care for his opinion and that he didn't have a choice about what his future should be. He was hurt and frustrated with his parents, around them he had not been able to make his own choices. He had begun to feel like some sort of puppet that the fates tortured with tales of sadness and anger.
Nanashi decided he needed time away from his mother and father so he quietly opened his window and climbed out of it, gently closing it again before hopping the ten feet to the ground. The road out of the suburbs he lived in was near enough to the city so he decided to head there. As he headed to wherever his feet took him his thoughts turned inward. 'Why is it that my parents are always making my decisions for me? I mean, why is it they treat my as if I'm some sort of robotic slave? I'm their son, right?' These thoughts had followed Nanashi for a long time, seven years in fact. he had always felt something was off with his parents, almost as if they werent really his actual parents. For one he knew he didnt resemble either of them or the rest of the family. He loved digimon while his parents despised them and the fact that they lived in the human world.
'I just dont get it. Just...WHY IN THE SEVEN HELLS AM I CURSED LIKE THIS?' Nanashis thoughts swam in an angry blur, his face reflecting that angry torment. He kept walking on and on into a park in the city. He felt like destroying something when he saw DemiVeemon being tortured by some kids his own age. He took out his yo-yo and slowly walked up to them with a dark look in his eyes. The children didnt notice him come up behind them until it was too late. His arm moved in a blur with the yo-yo arcing and whipping through the air carving complex patterns before the eyes of the now doomed bullies. His rage had taken full control and he did not stop until the last one was down. The small blue and white digimon turned to thank him only to see that there was no one there. Nanashi had left, not wanting to face his actions or to be thanked for the deed he had done. If there was one thing he disliked more than his parents it was losing control of himself.
As he continued walking through the city he played out his anger with his favorite yo-yo, crossing and twisting it to strange and arcane looking shapes. He kept walking in such a manner through several alleys until he noticed he had been followed and surrounded.
