The New DigiDestined

Written by Robert Klutz

Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon (but it would be nice. ) Bandai and some other company (ies) own Digimon. (I have no idea who the other(s) are. If you happen to know, please e-mail me the info to me at I'll up this disclaimer and mention who sent me the info first. So, please send it to me if you know it. Thanks. )

Comments: Originally, this story was a bit different. I decided to twist this story a little by making my character older. More of the 16 to 17 years of age, instead of the 12 to 14 year range. Chalk it up to the writing process. .

Other: I have redid chapter 1, so if you have read it before, you need to re-read it. I got a comment that got me to thinking and realized that this format may be a little easier for a reason I can't seem to remember at this time. Oye. Anyways, read and review please.

Chapter 1

Looking Back, Traveling Forward

Robert pulled a green, short-sleeved shirt over his muscled chest and stomach. Pulling his shoulder-length red hair up into a ponytail, he looked in the full-length mirror in front of him. At six-foot-two inches tall and 175 pounds of pure muscle, he was one of the largest sixteen year olds in his school. He enjoyed working out and everybody told him that he should be on a tea of some kind with his size. But that totally wasn't him. Sure, he enjoyed playing with friends on occasion, but he had other things he enjoyed doing and all of those were less sporty and more pleasurable to him.

"I hate Mondays." Came a half sleepy, half pissed voice from his computer.

"I know." He said back as he sat at the computer. "You told me that in the first e-mail you sent me. And every single e-mail that you've sent on a Monday since for the past 2 years."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But I really, really hate Mondays. In the short time I've been up, I've stubbed the same toe five times, tripped over a stuffed animal that wasn't mine and scared the dog half to death. Again, I really, really, really hate Mondays."

"Why are you up so early anyways?" Robert asked. "It's, what, 3 a.m. out there?"

"More or less. Guess that makes it about five there. I couldn't sleep. Suppose I drank too muck coffee before bed yesterday. What's your excuse?"

"I always get up this early." Robert replied coolly. "It's the best time to work on my website. No one's awake to disturb me. Besides, I can't do a single thing while I'm at school."

"This is true. Even with being able to set up my class schedule the way I want, I still can't seem to find a time to actually sit down here and design. Promise me that you'll attend college here with me. I need a smart person like you around to help me with my homework."

"Well," Robert said, "First of all, I'm glad you think I'm smart. Second, I sent the application off last Friday. Third, since when do they allow dogs in dorm rooms?"

"Oh, they don't; but the manager for the apartment complex I live in allows dogs. So I checked the free ads of the weekend. I found a 2 year old, male Siberian Husky. He has the most beautiful blue eyes. And before you ask, I moved into the apartment before the semester began. I got a lovely raise in my pay at work, so I decided it was time to get an apartment."

"That's cool." Robert replied, wondering how his friend knew he was gonna ask about the apartment. "You do realize that now you're gonna have to send me pictures of the apartment and dog. By the way, what did you name him?"

"Faolan. It's Celtic and means 'wolf.' I thought it was pretty cool. Anyways, since I'm up I should see if I can get ahead of my homework. I'll talk to you later."

"Right. Bye then." Robert closed the messenger window and signed off. He was gold to have a little peace to think about his website's design. Unfortunatly, his thought kept sliding to those of the strange event he had encountered earlier that night.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

Robert woke with a start; a cold sweat plastered his hair to his head and neck. He had been dreaming that the Digital World was being consumed by darkness. He shook his head, sending small drops of sweat everywhere. He knew that was impossible. The Digital World was just something on TV; a cartoon; nothing real. Then he noticed a glow coming from he computer monitor. Funny, he thought, I don't remember leaving that on. He got up to turn it off and noticed that there was a message on the screen.

END OF FLASHBACK

Robert groaned and rubbed his eyes. I have got to get those pages uploaded. Must focus my thoughts on the task at hand. Not the going ons of last night. There will be plenty of time for that later. He logged onto his host and prepared to upload the updated pages. After about five minutes, he had the pages selected and the upload started. Hmmm. he thought. Nothing else to do at the moment except to sit back and relax. Leaning back, his thoughts quickly centered on the message he had red earlier on his computer screen.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

DigiDestined. This is a message that only you can read. You are needed to save the Digital World. The Dark World is trying to take over and you and your Digimon must save us. You will meet them when you arrive and I will teach you more about them than.

The DigiPort will be opened for you tomorrow afternoon. If you happen to fun into any fellow DigiDestined, I suggest you get together in one place. It will be easier to open fewer portals. You MUST be ready. Please put all items you plant to bring in a backpack – preferably one that you can carry easily. Bring walking shoes - you'll need them. Also, bring bother summer and winter clothing. The Digital World has many different climates and you'll need appropriate attire.

At the end of this message you'll be asked to press a key. When you do so, your Digivice and D-Terminal will appear . The Digivice will allow you to open the DigiPort from your computer and also helps you locate fellow DigiDestined. The D-Terminal serves as a way to send messages between yourself and the other DigiDestined. Be sure to take both to school and wear the Digivice so that the other DigiDestined can find you. Thus, you'll be able to get together and discuss where to meet to leave and what you'll bring. Take care until I see you here in the Digital World.

Gennai

PRESS THE 'D' KEY NOW

END OF FLASHBACK

The message had been a total shock. At first, Robert couldn't believe it. He thought that someone had hacked into his computer, but that was totally impossible. He had built its defenses himself. That only left a few possibilities. I'm defenately sane. He thought. Not dreaming in any way. So that meant the message was real. The one thing he had secretly dreamed of and wished for. It was real.

Robert picked up his Digivice. At times he still couldn't believe he had it with him. It was bout the size of a small cell phone, but was a little wider. Both the sides and back were totally white, while the front was green with one large white button and a screen.

He glanced back at the computer screen and saw that the upload was complete. Sitting the D-3 aside, she sat up and began to check over the website. Everything seemed to have uploaded correctly and all links, hypertext and images were perfect. He shut the computer down and realized that there was only one thing left for him to do. He had to pack for his trip to the DigiWorld. He emptied his bookbag and packed three sets of summer and winter clothing. He added his laptop, the one with wireless Internet connection, and some extra batteries for it.

Robert zipped the bag up and opened the small calculator pocket. He took the calculator out and placed his D-Terminal inside. Rezipping the pocket, he took his D-3 and put it in his pocked, the clip holding it in place. Picking up his school supplies and setting them on the bed, he wondered who the other DigiDestined were and where they lived.