Disclaimer: right as I said before in the teaser I don't own tamers and digimon. They belong to the masterminds at Bandai, *sigh* I really do wish I did tho (You could get al the merchandise you wanted), but I'll get over it.
A few short thing (shorter than The Beast Within, I promise ^_^). First things first, the story is set just before the Devas sub story. As a result many things have not occurred as you will be able to tell. Second thing, Kazu, Kenta, Jeri, Suzi, and Ryo are not tamers, in fact Ryo isn't even in my fic as I know too little about him, sorry. These character also do not know about digimon being real. I am also upping their ages to 15, their grade is also upped accordingly to 9th. There will however be a new character later on, maybe even a love interest. I have not decided upon the relationships yet, so any suggestions are gladly received, I am leaning toward a Rikato, or a Henrika. And as you can clearly see I am using the English names, I don't know all of the Japanese ones, other wise I'd probably use those. That's about all you need to know, please review, it gives me motivation to keep writing. Also I might not be a quick (using the term loosly) with the updates as I am with The Beast Within, but I started it first, so it kinda has priority here, Sorry again!!!
The night was long, and quiet. The brown haired boy remained in a deep slumber, not spoiled by anything the night could offer. Not that this was much, the streets below were oddly quiet. Outside the only noise was the occasional swishing as a car went by, or the echoing footsteps of a lone pedestrian as they walked along the footpath. These were accompanied by the rustling of the leaves as the wind gently unsettled them out of place. The silence was broken suddenly by the sound of a cat below, rustling through the garbage cans. It seemed to have lost it's balance as it sent all of the bins flying to the ground. But the boy slept on, however he would not be able to ignore the voice that soon followed, "Stupid cat… SHUT UP!!!" it bellowed.
He stirred and roused up. He sat up against the wall. "Ah, did you have to do that Mr Takamoto," he grumbled to himself. Takato sighed heavily, then continued his grumbling," And that was such a nice dream. Takato rolled over, moved his curtain, and peered into the sky. High above, the moon was full and shone brightly. There were a few stars in the sky, but most had become invisible much earlier in the night. Takato looked into the moon, as if he was looking for something. "Why… why am I alone?" he sighed to himself, this time much quieter, and slower than before.
He
looked over to his bedside table, the clock thereon gleamed back bright red
numbers, '3:24". Takato made the
intelligent choice and decided to go back to sleep. He let go of the curtain and slid back down into his bed. He closed his eyes and began to drift to
sleep, as he did the only though that echoed through his head was "Why…"
The morning light streamed in through window, despite the curtains. In the dulled light the state of Takato's room could now be seen, it was messy. Messy was actually an understatement. Next to his bed was a pile of clothes, some of which had been worn the day before, the others the day before that. The t-shirt actually fell under both categories. Beside them was an open box, digimon cards lay beside it. A few sketches lay on the floor leading all the way to his desk, where they had originated from. Next to the desk was his cupboard, and the door was wide open, so it's contents were clearly visible. The base was cover by shoes, clothes, and yet more digimon cards. This mess, however, did not bother Takato, in fact it was a comfort to him, he liked to be surrounded by all the things he owned. His mother on the other hand did not share the same point of view, she wanted it clean, and if he neglected to do this, she would. She usually completed the task with a bin on hand, and everything that was not clothes usually ended up here. The only thing besides clothing that would not end up in the bin were digimon cards. She had once thrown away a few and faced a stern talking to by Takato. He did get a grounding for his speech, but she never made that mistake again. Due to this invasion, Takato would try his best to keep it clean.
He opened his eyes and surveyed the scene. He considered cleaning it up, but changed his mind quickly when he saw the time. He had woken up late, a norm in the Matsuda household. His mother would be busy in the bakery all day and she would not have time to ransack his room. Takato slopped out of bed and landed on his feet with a thump. He continued to look around, "Hmm, not much in the way of clean clothes," he mumbled to himself. He looked don at his feet and saw the clothes that lay before them. He considered it, but walked over to the cupboard instead. There he found he had little choice, but then notice his precious card lying scattered on the floor. He leant down and immediately sorted them into a neat pile, then moved them onto the shelf where they belonged.
Upon placing the cards on the shelf, a small but cold breeze sailed In through his open bedroom door, and whipped around his legs. His boxer did not, and never would, provide much protection from the cold, so Takato decided that he would think about what to wear, when he was wearing it. he grabbed the first pair of longs he could and slipped them on, they were a dark blue, but had faded to a lighter colour in places. He found that there was a lack of clean shirts in his cupboard so he decided that yesterdays would have to do. he walked over and picked it up. Tangled within was his jacket, so he put that on too. The shirt was red, faded like the pants, and the jacket was a navy blue, with a yellow interior, and a yellow strip up the sleeves and across the chest.
Now that he was dressed, he looked to his bedside table. On top of it's wood veneer finish was an electronic clock, digivice, and yet more cards. But these were no ordinary cards, they were his best cards that he would only use for any bio-emergers. He picked up both the cards and digivice, placing the digivice in the left pocket, and the cards in the right. He zipped both shut, and left the room.
Takato stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen. This was shared for both family and business uses, so it was large, but it was always full. "Morning mom, morning dad," he said to his parents who were busy baking the days fresh bread, and other assorted pastries. The smell in the kitchen was always sweet, Takato loved it, but he could never stay there for long, he was always in the way. He began rummaging through the breads and pastries that were baked to find his breakfast. This was his favourite part about his parents owning a bakery, breakfast was always different, and always delicious.
"Morning Takato," Mrs Matsuda greeted.
"Hey son," Mr Matsuda added.
Takato kept rummaging until he eventually found a Danish and decided that this would do. he took a bite and begun chewing until he was interrupted by the loud and annoyed voice of his mother, "Takato, how many times have I told you, don't eat our products, we have our own food in the pantry!"
"Showwy," Takato slurred, half the Danish still present in his mouth.
"And don't talk with your mouth full," she added. Takato decided to swallow before he replied to this one,
"Okay, sorry mom. But I'm late, I'll see you when I get home." He said as he walked out into the pantry. It was here that they kept all of their food, and all of the day old bread. Takato began loading up his bad with breakfast for Guilmon.
"What are you doing in there?" his father shouted.
"Oh, I was, um, gonna take out the trash for you," Takato replied.
"Oh, well thanks son," Mr Matsuda thanked, then he continued with his baking. Takato grabbed the last of the old bread and shoved it down into his bag, he had to use a lot of force to close it, but he managed. Then he grabbed the trash and returned to the kitchen.
"Okay, I'm leaving now," he said on his way to the back exit, his parents would never let him take the trash through the store.
"Well, you seem to have mad up some time, you should arrive right on the bell today. And come right home today, I want you to do some stuffy for a change." Mrs Matsuda said as he walked out the door. What she didn't know is that he had a very hungry digimon waiting for him on the complete opposite side of town from the school. Takato walked out into the alley and dumped the bag of garbage. Up on the balcony above was Mr Takamoto, drinking his morning coffee as usual.
"Morning Mr Takamoto," Takato greeted, "Sleep well?" he continued.
"Yeah sure," he groaned in response. Takato tried not to laugh, but could not help it, so he started walking away so that his laughter would not be visible. Takato made it out into the street and begun to jog. . It was not too far to the park, but if he did not hurry, he would once again be late for school. He could feel his digivice bouncing around in his pocket. For a mystical device that had warped from a card reader, it really was well built . Takato ran through the gates and down through the park. He reached the stairs and climbed them without loosing pace. The one good thing about all the running around town he had to do was that it kept him fit. He unlatched the gate and entered the mausoleum like structure.
"Hey Guilmon," he announced.
"Takatomon," Guilmon said playfully. Stood from the corner he had been sleeping in wad bounded over to Takato. He practically knocked Takato to the floor,
"Hey, easy boy," Takato protested.
"But you have bread," Guilmon replied.
"Okay, alright. But you could have asked you know," Takato said disciplinarily.
"Okay," Guilmon said, slumping to the floor, both feet now out in front of him. Takato dropped his bag to the ground and unzipped it, revealing the horde within. He took out most of the bread and put it on the ground.
"That's all you can have now, I'll give you the rest when I come back here this afternoon." Takato knew that if he gave it all to Guilmon that he would eat it all now, then complain about being hungry later.
"Okay, can we play then?" Guilmon asked, trying not to dive right at the bread.
"No, mom wants me to go straight home, but you can come with me today," Takato said as he closed up his bag.
"Okay, I always wanted to meet your parents," Guilmon said, a look of innocence in his eye.
"No, you can't, my mom would freak out, and she'd make you leave. Or worse, she'd make me give you up, and that's just not an option. So you have to promise you'll listen to me today."
"Okay… but can we play tomorrow?"
"Sure boy, it's a deal. I have to go now, promise me you'll stay here today."
"I promise." Guilmon hated staying in one place all day, and Takato hated that he had to, but that was just it, he had to. He gave Guilmon one last goodbye, the left. He latched the gate then began springing down the stairs.
He looked down to his watch, it was 8:23, he was going to have to sprint really hard to make this one. He ran through the streets, they were relatively quiet still. West Shinjuku was a relatively quiet suburb, so the streets were usually calm. He did at one point have to make a quick doge off the path to avoid hitting an old woman. She was quiet taken back when the large boy brushed past her out of no where. Takao could not stop to apologise, so he just shouted, but he was not sure if she heard. He continued running at full pace and could now see the school at the end of the road. He could faintly hear the bell ringing, this was his cue to hurry up. He sprinted through the gates and into the main building. He rushed through the hall and up stairs to his home room. Inside the class was silent, and he could he Mrs Asagi calling the roll. She was facing toward the class, so Takato knew he would need a distraction. He took saw Henry in the back corner closest to him, and signalled to get his attention. Henry took note and knew what Takato wanted him to do. Henry took out a pen and threw it across the floor until it ricocheted off the far wall.
"Huh, what was that?" Mrs Asagi said looking over to the far corner of the room. Takato quickly ran in and took the vacant seat next to Henry. Mrs Asagi continued the roll, and Takato's name was next, "Matsuda, Takato," she read.
"Yes," he replied, trying not to laugh.
"Oh so you are here, I didn't notice you there," she said.
"Nope, he was there," Henry added, just in case she knew. She nodded then continued the roll call.
"Hey Takato, you're cutting this closer every day," Henry whispered.
"I know, but Guilmon needed breakfast, and then he didn't want we to go," Takato replied.
"Yeah, but you can't keep going on like this."
"Hey, easy for you to say, you can keep Terriermon inside as one of Suzi's toys. Guilmon is too big for that, besides, my parents would be worried if I was to start getting stuffed animals." Henry had to contain is laughter at the thought of Takato with stuffed animals (A\N and here I am, a sixteen year old writing a digimon story, talk about irony!!).
"Well, we'll have to sort something out," Henry suggested.
"Alright, come over after school. Mom wants me to go straight home, so Guilmon is staying the night, I couldn't just leave him their on his own all day. We'll tell her that you are helping me with math," Takato replied, not noticing that Mrs Asasgi was now standing right in front of him.
"Well Takato, maybe you wouldn't need the help if you payed attention in class," she said in an irritated tone.
"Ah, sorry Mrs Asagi, I'll pay attention," Takato said apologetically.
"Well, don't do it again, or you'll be out in the hall again. I don't want you drawing either, you can do that at recess."
"Yes Mrs Asagi." She moved back to the board and continued to write up some problems for the class to complete.
The end of the day finally rolled around for Takato and Henry. It had been a relatively bad one, Mrs asagi had piled on the math homework, so it looked like Henry really would be helping Takato that afternoon. Currently they were on the way to the park to get Guilmon. They headed up the stairs and into the building.
"Takatomon!" Guilmon shouted as he bolted over to him. This time Takato was floored.
"Hey, didn't we talk about doing this earlier?" Takato asked rhetorically.
"Okay, sorry," Guilmon said, oddly full of shame.
"And you can just call me Takato, not Takatomon," he added.
"Okay, I won't… Takatomon," he said quietly. All of the group laughed.
"I guess you'll want the bread, huh boy?" Takato asked.
"Yeah!" Guilmon replied excitedly. Takato took off his bag and opened it up. Guilmon was rite next to him the instant the bag was open. Takato took the bread out and placed it on the floor, Guilmon made quick work of it.
"You know you'll get a stomach cramp if you eat that fast," Henry said.
"A what?" Guilmon asked.
"You'll know when you get one," Henry replied.
"Man, We've gotta get going," Takato pointed out.
"Yeah, you'd better. Do you mind if I go get Terriermon before I come over, I can't leave him with Suzi all afternoon," Henry asked on their way out.
"No problem, I know how much he hates it when she plays Nurse Suzi," Takato replied as he latched the gate. They walked down the stairs, and stopped at the base.
"Well, I'll see you guys in about a half hour," Henry said.
"Sure, come on Guilmon," Takato replied. They went their separate directions, Takato and Guilmon walked the less travelled routes of the park, to minimise their encounters.
"Takato, why do I have to go with you today, don't you trust me to be on my own?" Guilmon asked innocently. Takato was surprised at this comment, he did not like the thought.
"Of course I trust you Guilmon, I just couldn't go the afternoon without seeing you, and mom thinks I need to study, so you're coming home. I don't care what happens, I'll never do that to you," Takato was getting a little emotional now (A\N like he always does!!!).
"Okay, well then I'll do my best to listen to you."
"Alright, you've got a deal."
They continued walking down the path and son entered the city streets. Now Takato would need an excuse in case someone asked questions.
"Um, if anyone asks, you're a guy in a suit, got it?" Takato asked.
"Okay, I think. Why?" Guilmon replied.
"Because we can't tell them the truth, besides, they'd never believe us. This is just easier.
"Alright, if it's what you want me to do," Guilmon replied.
"Thanks, it's just easier this way," Takato replied. They continued to walk down the street, not talking to each other, mainly because Takato was to busy looking around for people he knew. It was lucky too, because there on the other side of the street, coning in his direction, was Kazu.
"Guilmon, we have to hide," Takato blurted. He shoved him sideways into a bush, then travelled in the same direction himself.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" Guilmon asked a little insulted.
"It's a guy I know from school, and if he sees us we're toast, because I know he won't fall for our story."
"Okay, but next could you give me some warning?"
"Sure, you got it." Takato peered out of the bush, Kazu was now sitting on a bench, and it did not look like he was going anywhere fast.
"Change of plans boy, we're taking the scenic route," Takato said as he pulled his head back into the bush.
"Alright, you lead the way," Guilmon replied. They stepped out of the bush onto the other side of the hedging. They were now back in the park, but a rather dark section, it was behind Guilmon's shed.
"I guess we'd better find a path of some sort," Takato suggested. They walked through the trees until the eventually came to a concrete path. This did not have lighting like the rest of the park, but it was better than trees. Takato could no longer hear the sound of cars, or people, but he thought he knew where he was going. They walked down the path, all the while Takato felt uneasy, like some one was watching him. As they continued down the path a wall rose up around them and they were heading to ward a tunnel of some sort. There was only one problem, the tunnel was closed off. it was a part of the tunnel that ran from West Shinjuku, to the next suburb, and it was closed to flooding risks.
"Well, this is just great. I guess we'll have to go back the way we came," Takato said in irritation.
"Well, at least we know which way your house isn't," Guilmon said optimistically.
"Yeah, but I think we'd better leave."
"I have to disagree." A voice came from out of no where, it was deep male voice, but Takato did not recognise it. He was also not sure where it was coming from. From high on the wall a dark figure came flying down. He landed softly, then stood upright. He was now blocking the way out of the tunnel area. "I think we have a lot to talk about," the strange bot continued. The mysterious figure could now be seen to have short, dark, spiked hair. It was clear he had used gel to attain the style. He was tall, more so than Takato, and a better build. His eyes were also dark, and stared coldly at Takato who was now quiet afraid. The boy had taken a few step toward him now, and was ready to make a move, but he retained. N he now turned his attention to Guilmon.
"Oh, um, this is just a suit," Guilmon said confidently.
"I don't think that's gonna work here boy," Takato said uneasily.
"You call him 'boy' all the time. Why? He's not your pet," the male said coldly.
"I don't think you know what you're talking about," Takato said, trying to sound as confident as he could.
"Oh, I think I do. I'm talking about your digimon over their. Granted he is a strange one, one I've never seen, but that doesn't make him your pet."
"I, I never said he was. No how about you leave. I don't know who you are, or what you want, but if you know what digimon are, then you surely know you aren't match for one."
"Oh, I know that, but all I want to do is talk."
"You keep saying that, so why don't you start talking?"
"It's you who has the explaining to do."
"Okay, I've had enough of this," Takato grunted and turned to Guilmon, "You ready?" he asked. Guilmon readied himself, but Takato stopped to whisper to him, "Just scare him, don't hurt him."
"Gotcha.'
"Oh, if you really want to fight, then we'll fight," he started, "Belluamon!" he called. Streaming down from the same place the boy had come, another dark figure followed. It steeped forward until it was next to him. Takato could now see the creature fully. It was a digimon, that he was sure of, but what digimon he did not know. The creature itself was a dragon type, similar to Veemon, but it was black. It's arms and legs were also more defined, and on it's head were two horns, one on wither side. It had deep red eyes, and looked ready to attack.
"What is that?" Takato gasped.
"Simple, that is Belluamon, my partner. And seeing as you were so eager to fight, we'll fight." Takato reached for his pocket and grabbed his digivice, he also unzipped the other side. He knew the entire deck off by heart, so he knew what card was where. He pulled out a speed card, knowing that was one of Guilmon distinct weaknesses.
"I see you're prepared, very well, Belluamon you know what to do," he said confidently. He had not pulled out a digivice or any cards.
"Guilmon, get ready for surprises," Takato said to his red friend. He concentrated, and readied to swipe the speed card. He moved his arm toward the digivice but stopped suddenly.
"Firejet!" the black creature howled, it sent a small ball of flame right at Takato's hand, sending his digivice out of his hand, and a few feet from his body.
"You should really be less dependant on those things," the boy said arrogantly. Takato did not really move, but he cringed and held his hand. Guilmon's eyes glared at the black digimon, he growled furiously.
"PYROSHPERE!" Guilmon's attack hit right on, and the black digimon looked a little hurt now.
"Hmm, maybe I underestimated you. Very well, we are done here, I'll be going," he said, his ego deflated. He turned his back to Takato, then begun walking away, "Come on Belluamon," he commanded. The black digimon returned to his side and when the wall was low enough, the hopped on and returned to wherever they had come from.
There we go, all done for chapter one. Hehe, I am sorry that it took so long, sometimes when writer's block hits, it hits hard. I hoped you like, and tell me if I got any names, or spelling wrong, this chap isn't proofread. Speaking of names, if you think Belluamon is a little lame, it comes from the Latin, "Bellua" which means beast. Yeah, plz review guys. And if you wanna be my proof reader, just ask. I'll have to read sum of your stuff first, and we'll take it from there. BTW to all world cup followers, there is actually a Naoki MATSUDA, and a DAISUKE Ichikawa, both playing for the Japan team!!! Thought you might want to know. Well Momentai.
