DISCLAIMER: as much as I wished I owned Digimon, I don't, because if we did we would have another season of Tamers by now… The only characters that I own are Matthew O'Mara, Wepmon, and any future OC's.
I was 180 cm tall at the time, with bright hazel eyes and short brown hair. My skin was a light tan and I had a mixture of a plump and a muscular build. I preferred my clothing to be practical and not to get in the way, so I usually wore a t-shirt with a design on it and either jeans or cargo shorts depending on the season.
It all started on the last day of finals, it was a simple day, just art and one of my electives, there was not a cloud in the sky, and when school ended I drove home, but of course what fun would there be if it was an average, typical day. At the intersection, just outside of my high school, the traffic lights were going crazy, flickering back and forth from red to green to yellow, people got out of their cars to see what was wrong, that was when I noticed the white fog that spawned in the middle of the intersection. There was only one thing that I could think of, a digital field I thought, my mind racing with the implications, and I did the one thing that human partners with daikon figure out day one NEVER to do, I walked in without a weapon or a plan for that matter, trying to satisfy my curiosity. The field was being inspected by several other people when a scream was heard from within. The bystander effect took hold of the crowd, and no one acted, with the exception of myself. If anything, it strengthened by resolve because that scream belonged to one of my classmates, one of the few who even watched at least some Digimon anime, although it was only mentioned once in an off-hand comment. I pulled off my sunglasses when I entered the field, just in time to identify the outline of a particular vampire (take a guess)
"OY!" he turned towards me and away from his initial prey, "Myotismon, how and why are you here?" I yelled hoping to give my classmate enough time to run, I glanced at her and jerked my head to the side.
"Well, someone who knows about Digimon, and not only that, but about me personally." He stood up slowly as he said this, clearly in no rush, and said to my classmate, Alicia, who was cowering with her back to the roof of her car that was turned over on to its side, "stay here darling, I will just be a moment." He then turned to face me head on, he adapted his look from the anime to be more of a businessman in a suit and tie as opposed to the average cloak and mask. His read eyes shone with a lack of compassion and were full of bloodlust. "There are not enough of you in this world, as to why I'm here, these are my hunting grounds, and as to how, your guess is as good as mine."
With that he lunged, pouncing towards me with his fangs barred, I looked him straight in the eyes and I felt a moment of pity as the world slowed, my adrenaline through the roof, I leaned to the side, dogging the pounce by centimeters. I brought my elbow down onto his head, and my knee into his throat, hopping that that would be enough to at least stun him, he hit the asphalt hard as I brought down my heal in an axe-kick into where his kidney should be. Only then did it occur to me that I picked a fight with an ultimate level Digimon (at least it was during the day so his power was about a mid-champion level), I tried to back off then, hoping that I would have at least knocked him out cold because I put everything I had into those strikes.
"Foolish boy, you thought that you could just hit the king of the undead Digimon with a few pointed strikes and that would take me down!?" Myotismon rose from where I left him, I was trying to help Alicia by getting her out of the digital field, hoping that it was not too traumatic for her. He pounced again this time not intending to miss his prey again.
"GET DOWN!" a voice came from behind us, I grabbed Alicia and dropped to the ground and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw Myotismon, impaled through the chest with a glaive, which was being held by a Digimon about a meter and a half tall, and was dressed like a ninja, he had a very defensive stance while holding the spear, like one would use against charging Calvary.
"Who are you?" Myotismon said as loud as he could, which was a loud whisper, coughing up blood that split into particles that were spread in the wind.
"I am Wepmon, the vanguard of the weak and back-up for the just and honorable, all of these were demonstrated by your attempted quarry…" he spit into Myotismon's face, "and violated by you, Fire Lance!" The tip of Wepmon's glaive exploded into flame that quickly enveloped the dying Myotismon and when there was only particles left he let them scatter in the wind, "I hope that you found satisfaction in this life and may you be just in the next." This prayer left a symbol on the ground, an emblem that had three leaves going away from each other with a circle around them (the symbol of Tokugawa clan from the warring states period). Something hit me right then, Myotismon was in a suit, not the traditional style, indicating that he had been here for a while at least; I look up at Wepmon's back.
"You are the one who just came though from the other side right?" I asked in a slightly shaky tone, he turned around to face me and that is when his glaive turned into energy and went back into his body. His eyes were almonds of sky blue, no pupils or iris, just blue.
"Yes, that was me, I am sorry if I caused a bit of a shock to you and your friend when I came through by the way." He bowed when he said this, a deep bow of a genuine apology.
"Well you did save our lives, so there is no need for that, but the field is diminishing so you may want to hide or at least get into my car quickly." The fog was burning off fast, so I unlocked my car and walked Alicia out, she still had not said a thing, she was clearly shaken by what had happened, and once I saw Wepmon in my car, and the digital field burnt off, I called the police describing a car crash in the intersection. It was a spectacular sight, there were three cars each blocking at least two lanes in the four-way intersection, causing traffic chaos, eventually everything was cleared and those affected were interviewed as well as comforted. I got back into my car where Wepmon was sitting in the front seat.
"Maybe you could make yourself a little bit less conspicuous, we are getting a lot of stares?" I asked politely as one child in the back seat of a minivan looked over and squealed at recognizing something was not quite right with my passenger.
"Sure, I have never tried this before so bear with me," he looked up as if accessing trying to remember something, at least that is what I thought he was doing, I could not tell due to his lack of pupils or irises. His skin began to vibrate and he suddenly looked like Thomas from Digimon Data Squad.
I looked at him and said "Dude, lose the uniform, try Marcus at the end of the season."
"Alright" he repeated the process, lo' and behold he looked like Marcus, "is that better?"
"Yes, that is much better," I pulled into Marymoor park and parked in one of the lots, "now, I have a few questions for you, the first one being, how much is known about the human world there?"
"Where? The digital world? Well, about a month we heard news about the Ukraine protests-"
"So you know about the anime?" I interrupted hungrily.
"Yes, and all of the fan fiction and theories surrounding it etc. is that sufficient to answer your first question?"
"Yes. Now my second question is do you know what is driving Digimon into the real world? Is there a war, or maybe a plague?"
"Well, there is a little of both, the sovereign are bickering again, Ebonwumon and Azulongmon seek to keep the digital world as is and focus on the problems with the demon lords as well as the dark masters, whom I assume you know. While Baihumon and Zhuqiaomon argue that to deal with those problems we need more power, i.e. we need to conquer another world with its own problems so that we can deal with the problems in the digital world. The east and the south are the extremists in these ideas while the other two are a more moderate side to their argument. There is a plague that has started to cut swathes out of the dark zone's populace, it has said to take down ultimates, and even one of the seven demon lords-"
This made me pause for a moment, a disease that can take down a demon lord, "which lord and did their data remain after they died?"
"It was Daemon who died, and from what I heard from my friends in dark zone is that his data was not absorbed, but it didn't dissipate either, it just sat there until one day it was gone, up in smoke and into thin air.
I leaned back into my seat, "that is a scary thought, the demon lord of wrath taken down by a virus… that is some potent stuff," I paused to turn off the engine, "we live in interesting times."
"Indeed." Wepmon agreed from the passenger seat. There was an awkward silence between us before I got out of the car. "Where are you going?" he asked
"I figured that since we're in the park we may as well sit under a tree and to do that I need to pay for my parking space." I explained, "Come on there are a few that have excellent shade nearby." Wepmon got out of the car and began to look around from what I could tell at the time he was dumbfounded, staring at all of the greenery.
He whistled, "There are so many plants!" he exclaimed, clearly wishing to inspect more of the surrounding area.
"I take it there is not a lot of green where you come from."
"Not on the level I lived, the only green you could see would be the occasional cactus!"
"Sounds a lot like New Mexico." I replied having been there during spring break, I finished paying and gestured him to follow me, we walked through a grassy field to a short tree with a wide canopy, the sun speckled the shaded ground underneath, I sat down and leaned against the trunk, when Wepmon suddenly tensed, "How many?" I asked
"There are three, two are high rookies and the third is a mid-level." He responded with tension in his voice.
"New or old?"
"All of them are old; I can't tell if they are fighting or whether or not they have humans with them."
"Just when I got comfortable," I mumbled before standing "which way?"
"To the south, moving in our direction."
"Shall we wait for them?"
"We? Last I checked I saved your life from Myotismon and you took me to this park before I could cause a scene, I am fairly sure there we are not partners, hell, I don't even know your name yet!" He exclaimed.
"I understand that, but I would like to help you if I can." I countered.
He thought about this for a moment, "well, you did take on a Myotismon and managed to survive without a weapon or a plan so I suppose a rookie shouldn't be too difficult should they be hostile." He gave me a look that said something along the lines of 'if you pick this fight and screw up, don't expect me to save you.'
"Name's Matthew, by the way, Matthew O'mara." I extended a hand.
He delivered a firm handshake "Nice to be formally introduced… We should wait, they are still coming this way, presumably for me, and they all have partners near-by."
"Well then, how far away are they?" I asked while I sat down again with my back to the tree.
"About one kilometer out, and closing, we should see them anytime now." As good as a Digimon's senses are; they cannot tell what species of Digimon are near them without visual confirmation.
"Just lean back against the tree, we're in a mostly open field, so it's not like they can ambush us." I saw a little bit of tension leave his body as he sat against the trunk of the tree.
About 200 meters out we saw the six of them running towards us, a Terriermon, sitting on his human's shoulders, a boy, who looked like a high school freshman, about 150 cm tall and had an angular face, he was muscular, and it appeared as though he had studied martial arts in the past. To his right was a boy who appeared to be about the same age, though just a little bit taller, a pair of welding goggles rested on his forehead, preventing his long, tan hair from falling over his face, his face was less angular and next to him was a short red lizard, that I recognized as a Shoutmon. He had a girl to his right who had her bright red hair up in a ponytail; she wore jeans, a white shirt with a red, broken-heart design on the front, her partner was a tall yellow fox, Renamon.
"Well, this is interesting…" I muttered to myself.
"What?"
"The girl I recognize as a Krista, she is a sophomore and one year younger than I am, she's known for being intelligent, witty, at times headstrong, and determined to be the best. She denied that she knew anything about Digimon when I asked her during the year, though she did tend to wonder off from time to time." I explained to Wepmon. When I turned in their direction, I realized that they were down a Digimon; my eyes widened, "Down!" I tackled Wepmon, as a crater appeared where he was standing just seconds before.
"Well, they aren't giving us much of a choice are they?" Wepmon said as he materialized his glaive out of red plasma.
"OY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING KRISTA!" I yelled before we dodged another Diamond Storm.
"Rock and Roller!" I saw Shoutmon flying towards me with a microphone in hand as a staff, I jumped to the side while the attack slammed into the ground, I stepped hard on the staff before delivering a thrust kick to his face, forcing him to let go of the microphone. Using one foot, I kicked it up into my hands.
"Bit short, but it will do," I muttered while taking an experimental swing, I looked up to see the Terriermon rushing forward with a head-butt; I thrust out the mic to intercept, halting the attack, barely. Jumping away from my opponents, I risked a glance at the battle between Renamon and Wepmon, The two were locked in a power struggle, the strength and range advantage that Wepmon possessed versus the speed of Renamon, a strike in the wrong place and that glaive is history I thought before refocusing on my battle. They decided to rush me with their attacks; Shoutmon summoned another mic while Terriermon was prepping a Terrier tornado. I rushed for the little rabbit-dog but was forced to deal with Shoutmon's downward strike towards my head. They aren't trying to harm me, otherwise I would have been blasted into oblivion with ranged attacks… I reasoned.
While trying to gain traction against the duo, when I heard the words "Digi-modify, training-bracers!" CRAP! I yelled mentally before rolling to the side, it was a trap. I assumed that their goal was to restrain me so that they could gang up on Wepmon.
"You guys think that I am possessed!?" I yelled at them while I threw the mic at the bracers that were being flung towards my body, the devices met in the air, the mic being rendered useless by the bracers, which wrapped around it.
"Don't listen to him!" I heard Krista yell, "That is exactly what Wepmon wants you to think!" I took a glance and saw Wepmon take a hard hit, and land against the trunk of the tree, I rushed over to him, hoping to protect him from being deleted, I was almost there when I heard a chorus of attacks:
"Fiery Fastball!"
"Diamond Storm!"
"Bunny Blast!"
Hoping I could make it, I dove in front of the attacks. I felt a feeling of strength surge within me.
I hope that this works! I thought hastily "WARGREYMON BRAVE SHEILD!" suddenly I felt my arms shift and harden into an orange shield with the crest of courage on it. The attacks were absorbed by the shield before my arms shifted back.
"What just happened?" A voice that I identified as Wepmon came from inside of my head.
"No idea, but apparently we share a body now." I responded mentally.
When the smoked cleared, I saw the three humans had a horrified look upon their faces, like my very existence was something unnatural. The Digimon tensed and waited for their partners to react.
Shoutmon decided that he had enough of waiting because he turned to his partner and said "It's time we got serious!"
"Right!" the google-head responded, Shoutmon glowed as his tamer shouted, "Digi-modify! Rize Greymon Trident Revolver!"
How confident are you with Tonfa? I asked Wepmon.
"One of my favorites!" he replied, his voice conveying what needed to be done.
"Tonfa!" We Shouted in unison and two pieces of red plasma materialized into a tonfa in each hand.
Ready? I inquired.
"Always."
The three Digimon tried again with help from their tamers, Renamon now had Musyamon's sword and Terriermon had digivolved to Gargomon.
They tried to rush foreward with Renamon as a vanguard Gargomon providing support with his chain guns while Shoutmon was at the back waiting for his shot. Renamon tried for a horizontal slash, but was a little too slow, we jumped over the swing and delivered several strikes to her back with the tonfa and finished with a blow to the back of her head. Now that I moved away from Renamon, Gargomon began his attack.
"Gargo pellets!" he yelled before firing his guns, the barrels on his arms spinning to chamber each new round. Using our newfound speed, we dodged around the bullets, moving in a zigzag pattern. When we actually got to Gargomon we struck him several times in the chest before knocking him out with a powerful strike over the head. That left Shoutmon who was lining up his shot as we moved away from Gargomon as to not risk harming him.
How much are you willing to bet that brave shield should take a shot from that revolver?
"A fair amount, but it could still collapse on us…"
So a 70 percent chance of success?
"Yes"
Let's go! We started to sprint toward Shoutmon, the command on the tip of my tongue should he fire.
"TRIDENT REVOLVER!" He yelled.
"Brave Shield!" I gave the command as I felt my arms strengthen and expand into the shield. I felt no shock, and that concerned me.
A feint? I suggested to Wepmon.
"Possibly, the one problem with the brave shield is that we can't see past it, making us vulnerable from the rear…"
We need a plan now… they are clever so we need a smaller shield and a weapon, maybe a lance. I conveyed the image of what I meant via the mental link.
"We can do that, as that should not only give us more mobility than brave shield, but it will also give us some offensive capabilities." He responded, catching what I intended.
"Lancer!" we yelled the command. The Brave Shield turned back into plasma before becoming a smaller shield with the Tokugawa crest in gold on the front, while the rest morphed our right arm into a long, silver lance.
"Trident Revolver!" We heard Shoutmon yell from above us, we saw the glint coming from a nearby tree. There was an explosion as the revolver shot we ducked behind the shield. The world suddenly went white as the bullets hit the shield, I could our body flung back, tumbling before crashing hard into a tree. It felt like I had been chewed up and then spit out by a massive beast.
We should have broken at least something. I thought
"Ugh…" was the response, apparently, Wepmon had taken more of the blast than I did because he was on the verge of consciousness. While I could control and move our body, it was without any of the benefits the fusion had provided. The tree that we rammed into fell over behind us, its bark was splintered and the stump had several large cracks in it.
I saw the tamers and their partners waiting for the smoke to clear, they apparently had not noticed that we were flung away from the blast. In a last ditch attempt to save our skins I tried to replicate what Wepmon did earlier with changing his appearance. I attempted to see what I looked like in my mind's eye and forced myself to become that. It was extraordinarily painful; it felt like my skin was being ripped off like a massive Band-Aid. I nearly passed out, and I am fairly sure that I screamed my head off. When this was all said and done, I saw Krista kneeling next to me, and the rest of them standing; all of them had their eyes' closed and their heads' bowed, like they were praying.
I raised my eyebrows and said "I am not dead you know…" They all jumped, clearly startled at my sudden speech.
"DEMON!" yelled the boy with the goggles while his partner Shoutmon summoned his mic to hit me over the head.
"God damn-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence, before he swung, knocking me out cold.
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