Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Wild Imagination 7: I just decided to put Kurata in there as the bad guy, 'cause I hate him. Permantnantly deleting digimon? Terribe! Who knows, maybe this will come true. If so, then that would be a bad thing, a tragedy, indeed.
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~Change of POV
Experiments
Lab
~Third person POV
A young girl was strapped to a steel table. She was naked. An Angewomon was strapped to another in the same room.
"Are you sure this is going to be okay?" asked one man. He had brown spikey hair and wore glasses. He had a dark green shirt and dark brown pants on under his white lab coat.
"Everything's going to be fine. Stop worrying so much Jim," answered the other.
"You know I can't stop worrying, Kurata. So why tell me to?" Jim questioned.
"'Cause I keep thinking it will work," replied Kurata.
They both had a chuckle at that, then got to work. Kurata brought out his special needle. He called it the DNA Needle. It was used to hold DNA. Kurata stuck the needle into the middle of Angewomon's chest, and withdrew her DNA until the needle was full. Angewomon gasped as she awoke. Her head shot up.
"Angewomon?" Jim asked, concerned. She didn't answer.
Kurata made his way over to the girl. He plunged the needle into the center of her chest. The reaction was imediate.
~Young girl's POV
A sudden, sharp, lasting pain in my chest. That's what made me bolt awake. My eyes opened. I found myself staring at a white hopistal-like ceiling. Suddenly, I started to convulse. I blacked out.
~Angewomon's POV
I knew it. I knew it! That Kurata Freak was pure evil! I was going to be deleted soon, I thought sadly. "Jim," I whisphered weakly, my voice faint. He turned to look at me, immediately interpreting what I meant and undid the restraints strapping me to the table. I sat up and had a dizzy spell. "Angewomon, you're going to be okay? Right?" Jim choked out. "No," I whispered, a small, sad smile forming on my lips. And with that, I dissapated into data.
~Jim's POV
I knelt on the ground, in front of where Angewomon had once been. She was gone. My dear friend and partner. "Angewomon!" I cried in anguish. Kurata looked up from where he was working, genuine surprise shown on his face. He walked over to me and placed a consoling hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision. "Jim, I'm...sorry," he said, tears falling down his cheeks. He had also noticed that there was no trace left of Angewomon, neither digiegg nor digicore. "I've never would have done this, had I known this would happen," Kurata grieved. It seemed that he was on the verge of giving in to his inner rage at his inability to prevent this.
Wild Imagination 7: The reason Kurata is so upset is because I believe everyone starts out with a herat. Besides, in this fic, Kurata was a digidestined who went on a journey to the digital world with my OC, Jim. Oh, yes, the girl in this story is an orphan and originally doesn't have a name. He does all these experiments and becomes the way he is well trying to find a way to bring back Jim's partner. Since I don't like Kurata in Digimon Data Squad, I decided to change his personality.