Wrenched From Calm, Thrown To Battle: Part 1
[A/N: This is a direct
rewrite of my Ninth Child Saga. I'm not
kidding, my saga sucked beyond belief.
So, time to try again! It's just
like drawing; I used to suck, now I'm pretty good. Now, I used to suck at writing, and I'm a pretty good writer
now. Enjoy!]
[Disclaimer: I don't own.]
Tai twirled his bare finger around Koromon's
ear-like thing, staring at nothing.
"Tai, ouch!" Koromon whispered, trying not to reveal himself. Tai remained at his staring, twirling the
pink appendage tighter. Finally,
Koromon bit down on Tai's finger and the twelve-year-old boy let go with a
yelp.
The
cool breeze chimed the tiny green bell that hung above the balcony and Tai
looked up. He found himself staring
straight into the bright red eyes of his younger sister, Kari.
"Tai,
why are you wrestling with your stuffed animal?" she inquired with a funny
little smile. Tai smiled back. Even though she knew it was really Koromon,
she wouldn't dare say anything to put Tai's secret in danger. "Just having a little fun!" Tai laughed,
dropping Koromon to the couch and pulling Kari onto his lap, tickling his
little sister. The young girl giggled
and laughed till her cheeks were red and her eyes teary.
Izzy
ran down the sidewalks of Tokyo, running home towards Odaiba Mansion as fast he
could. His mother and father expected
him to be punctual, and he was late for his lunch. The laptop in his specially designed bag slapped uncomfortably
against his small back, his red and green shirts sticking there with
sweat. "Oh, why did I have to stop and
talk to Sora?" he groaned mentally, "I should have just talked to her after
lunch, over the phone!"
Then,
as he turned the finally corner to reach Odaiba Mansion, he blinked, and
slammed hard into someone's legs. The
person stumbled back slightly, but Izzy fell to the ground, landing hard.
"Are
you all right?" the person asked, reaching out a hand. Izzy groaned and rubbed his head, taking the
person's hand. "Guess I should watch
where I'm running, right?" he chuckled, standing fully to his feet. He looked nearly straight up to meet the
person's eyes. He almost fell back once
more.
The
person was a tall girl, about two years older than him, with the most stunning
dark blue eyes he had ever seen. She
had a cool grin on her face, and low-hanging bangs. Her pants were jet-black, and her tee-shirt was a nearly gleaming
silver. But the reason Izzy nearly fell
back was that she was almost as tall as his current enemy, and appeared the
same as he.
"So,
you weren't injured were you?" she asked, holding that smirk. Izzy blinked and nodded quite dumbly. "Good, now, it seems as if you were in a bit
of a rush." she continued, "So you had best to get moving." Izzy nodded dumbly again and started off
towards Odaiba Mansion again. But he
paused before he got two feet. He
turned around and saw the girl was watching him. He smiled a bit.
"My
name is Izzy Izumi." he bowed politely, "Sorry for bothering you." The girl's smirk turned a bit wider. She turned on heel and raised her hand over
her shoulder in the strangest peace sign Izzy had ever seen. In fact, she held up her thumb, pointer, and
middle finger. "Shinji Shazaki." she
said, "And don't worry about my…shins."
She let out a single 'heh' and started to walk off. She disappeared around a corner and Izzy
paused. Then he jumped, smacked his
forehead, and dashed towards his apartment home.
The
girl that Izzy had met did not live in an apartment, nor inside the city. She lived just north of the city, in a small
area of the countryside. Her parents
were fairly normal, not very quirky at all.
Her father was a wonderful martial artist, and her mother had a government
job. Even though it was a long distance
between her home and the city of Tokyo, she enjoyed the long walk between
places.
And
so the girl walked up the stairs and over the stone pathway to her house. It was a pleasant little place where cherry
trees were always in bloom, and the beautiful blossoms scattered tirelessly
through the air. The pink leaf-like
things brushed past the fourteen-year-old's cheek and floated down to the
ground.
"I
suppose Mother and Father aren't home yet." she murmured, staring through the
blossoms. She pulled her hands from her
pockets and walked to the front door of her home. Shinji unlocked the door and strode inside after brushing the
cherry blossoms from her shoulders and head.
The
teen looked around at the room she walked into. A piece of furniture carried many pictures. She walked to the wooden shelves and picked
up one picture. It showed a younger
version of her, about the age of four, and two other people. One was a slender woman with flame-red hair
and cloud gray eyes. The other was a
broad-shouldered man with large muscles, grinning and holding a laughing Shinji
on his shoulders. Shinji smiled at the
picture, running her long finger over her face inside the glass frame.
She
really loved her parents, and her life.
She wouldn't dare ask for a single thing more.
Unfortunately,
a strange creature of bat shape, and of evil heart and spirit had followed
her. It was called Demidevimon, and it
was a lackey of the enemy the Digi-destined faced.
The
little demon bat perched on a branch, watching as the teen entered her
house. He had been following her ever
since the middle of Tokyo, and had to give his little wings a break. But he had been following her because she
had come in contact with one of the Digi-destined. "So maybe she's the Eighth Child!" he hissed through fangs,
flying through the air.
But
he couldn't just go into the house to find out. He wasn't sure if there were any open windows, and he needed a
rest. Finally, his wings were back to
normal and he fluttered around the building.
There weren't any open windows, but he found a window that was close to
a branch, and the girl was in the room.
She was stretched out on a bed, her bed, her eyes closed and hidden.
Demidevimon
watched intently and noticed that she had fallen asleep. He sighed and started back towards Tokyo, to
report what he had seen.
Izzy
sighed. He had almost made his lunch go
cold and Tentomon had been exceedingly worried. "I thought you had been captured by one of his minions!" the bug
had said. But now, dinner had passed,
and Izzy was lying on his bed. He was
pretty stuffed, and was very tired. But
he didn't tell Tentomon why he was late, other than he was talking to
Sora. "She was really strange…" he
murmured before rolling over and falling asleep.
The
next day, at sunrise, a thick fog rolled in, covering most of Tokyo. Of course, the girl Izzy had met was
unaffected, because she lived outside the city. But maybe she wasn't affected.
There were two strange little items on the table beside her bed.
One
was a necklace with a polished brass tag and a piece of carved stone behind a
window of glass. The other was an odd
digital device with an LCD screen that was blank. You can probably imagine that Shinji was confused to see the
items. Well, who wouldn't be? But even though she didn't know where they
came from, she put on the necklace and clipped the digital device on her
belt. And then, she walked from her
home, down the steps, and into Tokyo.
