The alarm was blaring, trying to ignore it the young boy pulls the cover over his face. Unfortunately the constant and steady tone didn't stop, this noise grained on the ears for what seemed like forever before enough was enough. Slowly rising up from bed. "Was I supposed to be doing something today?" The boy caresses his orange hair. "Oh well." He turns off the alarm and lays back down. "Probably too late now."
Almost instantly the sound had returned, but with the annoying edition of what seemed like a woodpecker making a new home. From under the blanket the boy peaked one bloodshot eye out to see his digivice shaking on the bedside counter. Thinking he really needs to change the default ringtone before begrudgingly answering it. "Hello..."
"Where are you at-" A voice begins screaming.
The tired boy yanks the digivice arm's length away, pulling his sheets off in the process, but he still hears every word as if it was on speaker. He waits until there's absolute silence before reeling it back in. "Pulsa... Why are you yelling?"
"Because you're late! The normal tournament is going on right now!"
"Oh, well do your best." He yawns.
"It's a team event and you're in it!"
"I'm sure," The boy begins to doze back off. "You guys will be fine."
"We've already lost the first round!"
After a moment of silence, a light snore began.
Gritting his teeth and stuttering like a sailor who stubbed their toe, Pulsa takes a needed deep breath. "You know," finally regaining his composure. "Chief said if we lose, it'll be extra work for a month straight."
The sleeping boy's eyes fly open. "You're lying, this is one of your tricks!"
"Better hope we make a comeback." The call came to an abrupt end.
The orange haired boy closes his eyes, imagining the sly smile on the nagging callers face. "He's worse than a room full of alarm clocks." Letting out a heavy sigh before getting out of bed. He stumbles through the mound of clothes on the floor, randomly picking out what to wear. After getting dressed, he grabs his blue goggles hanging on a hat rack near the door.
"C, let's go." the boy groans expecting a hyper active digimon to come running from wherever it was sleeping. "C!" He shouts, giving the room a quick glance. Nothing had moved and the room remained silent. "This is already beginning to be a chore." He places the goggles on his head and warps away in a bright blue light.
Sunshine city: a bundling metropolis that doesn't sleep. The streets are filled with cheerful digimon and humans of all sizes. Like the name implies it's always daytime, which surprisingly enough doesn't bother the young boy wishing he was here to take a well overdue nap in the sun. If it wasn't for the streams of colorful data zooming through the sky you wouldn't have guessed this was the digital world.
Putting his hands in his pockets, he easily maneuvers through the crowd. They've been partnered long enough to know where each other will be if not sleeping. Soon enough arriving to a crowd of digimon cheering as if they were at the super bowl.
"Go Coronamon!"
"Don't hold back Knightmon!"
"Well, looks like I'm too late," the boy shrugs. "Time to go back home," he turns around and begins walking off, but before he could get far Coronamon came flying towards him knocking him down face first on impact.
"Sorry." The lion cub digimon rubs the back of his head. He looks down to see the orange hair of his partner borrowed down. "Oh, it's just you K, should've said something sooner," C laughs, repeatedly smacking K on the head. "Did you come to see me fight!?"
A gigantic knight like digimon walks up to the two. "Are you quitting already?"
"No, I'm just talking with my partner here." The small cub jumps on his hind legs to pull the young tamer from the ground.
K coughs up pebbles and spits the dirt out his mouth. "Don't mind me," he gets up by himself and pats any extra dust off his clothes. "I was just about to take a dirt nap."
"You heard him, the fights not over yet!" C ready to pounce extends his golden claws.
"That's what I like to hear!" Knightmon readies his sword which is twice the size of Coronamon.
Suddenly a digimon runs up, interrupting the two. "The winner of round two for group B has been decided!" All the digimon turn their attention towards the messenger. "It's Newton of Night Crow!"
K immediately stops when he hears the news.
Meanwhile the digimon start gossiping with each other like school girls.
"Wow, someone from Night Crow already won group A."
"Looks like they're going to be the group B Champs as well."
"Light Fang doesn't seem to be doing good this tournament."
K's right ear twitches as it collects all the jumbled up gossip and a single drop of sweat trickles down his face. All he wanted was sleep, but the thoughts of his team losing fill his head. Imagining his fingers falling off with all the extra work, he frantically rustles his hair before making a decision. "C, we're leaving."
"Where to K?" The digimon slightly tilts his head.
"The," the orange haired boy forces the words out. "Normal Tournament."
Coronamon looks up at his partner with so many stars in his eyes that the night sky would be jealous. "Really!?"
Knightmon gives a hardy laugh as he sheaths his blade. "You better not lose till I get a rematch."
"Of course," C pounds the tuft of golden fur on his chest.
Like a flock of sheep to their herder each digimon circle around putting in their two cents.
"I'll be watching!"
"This'll be too easy for you."
"Win one for Light Fang."
K walks off without saying a word.
C gleefully follows, waving goodbye to all his friends. "I wonder how strong my opponents will be? Champion, Ultimate, or maybe even Mega! Oh man I'm so excited." As he turns around the Ray's of the sun make his fanged smile that much brighter.
K holds out his digivice when the two arrive at the warp gate.
The digimon's smile vanishes. "Aw, I don't wanna!" He stomps.
"Don't care, if you get lost mid warp we could miss the tournament."
Coronamon turns into a stream of data and enters the digivice "Why didn't you say so sooner."
K looks at his digivice seeing his partner frolic in its savanna digifarm. "Finally, something was easy," he thought.
Warping out sunshine city they arrive at their destination. DigiColiseum: a location in-between Sunshine and Darkmoon city used for promotion exams and tournaments. The sky teeters day and night down the middle so digimon of all species can enjoy the festivities. Unfortunately a boy with a golden bowl cut is already waiting for them furiously tapping his foot as he checks the time.
Pulsa wasted no time running over and wagging his finger. "I called you twenty minutes ago! What took you so long!?"
K hunches over. "Only twenty minutes."
Turning bright red, veins begin popping up all over his face. "Look at yourself Mr. Dawn! Your hair is uncombed, your face is filthy, and your shoes aren't even tied!" He gives a thorough review of K's outward appearance. "This is why people laugh at you, you're not taking being a part of Light Fang seriously!"
K scratches the back of his head. "Like I care what people think."
Exhaling his breath, Pulsa returns to his natural cream color. "Let's just hurry and go, Chief Glare is waiting." They hurry off to the Light Fang break room.
Immediately entering the two could feel the thick tension coming from everybody.
"Darn it!" A boy pounds the wall. "Monodramon hit him with a lethal blow! I should have won that!"
A girl sitting criss-cross while reading a book interrupted his tantrum. "No use beating yourself up over it Tonpei."
"I don't want to hear that from you Komachi!" Tonpei shoots up. "Maybe if you would have done more damage I could have won!"
"True, I never thought I would lose," Komachi gently pushes up her glasses and continues to read. "I don't even want to think about it."
"It's a disgrace we're losing to a weak team like Night Crow." Another boy leaning on the wall with his arms crossed adds.
"Don't w-worry cheetah, we still have one more c-chance." A girl fidgets.
"Who's our last guy?" Cheetah asks.
"Mr. Dawn here is our final member." Pulsa points out.
When those words came out the two boys let out a synchronised groan.
Cheetah uncrosses his arms. "Really, we're sending out Goggle head!" He flails his arms around.
"Y-you're joking r-right Pulsa?" The fidgeting girl gives a wry smile.
"Might as well just surrender now." Tonpei uses the wall to slouch back down.
"Don't give up just yet Light Fang." A young man much older than every other child in the room says as he enters alongside a goddess like digimon. He walks towards K and puts his hands on the young tamers shoulders. "Be careful and stay calm." He takes a moment to scan the room. "Regardless of today's outcome the teamwork between you and your digimon were phenomenal. It's hard to believe you all are just normal Tamers."
The room had immediately brightened up as if someone just turned on stadium lights in the dead of night.
"Those night Crow losers just got lucky!"
"Next time I'll hit em with a one shot lethal blow!"
"I p-promise to do my best next time."
Komachi just smiles.
"Well, it looks like that was just the pep talk everyone needed Chief Glare." Pulsa straightens his tie.
Chief Glare turns K around and pushes him towards the arena warp gate. "Try your best Koh. Winning is important, but even more so to have a good match."
The boy just stood there in shock. Koh? Nobody's called him by his name in a long time. Such an easy name to remember but somehow...
"You better not lose Goggle head!" Cheetah shouts snapping him out of his trance, as he proceeds to walk.
"The odds are in your favor Mr. Dawn," Pulsa says.
Kenpa constantly switches her gaze between Koh and the ground.
"I did weaken him for you." Tonpei pointed towards himself with a smug look.
Komachi just gives him a thumbs up not even looking away from her book.
As he stepped on the warp gate, he looked at the smiling face of Chief Glare waving goodbye. "Winning isn't important." He thinks to himself before being engulfed by blue light.