Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon so please refrain from suing me for writing fan fiction. Thanks and enjoy!
(A/N: This takes place quite a bit after 02, and everyone lives on their own now, except for Cody/Iori. And this is the first one I'm doing using the Japanese names, so please be gentle if I don't get them entirely right!)
Prologue
The velvety black cloak of night had engulfed Odaiba pierced occasionally by the bright streetlamps lining street corners. A cold mist had rolled in obscuring the stars and moon from sight, but most people were sleeping, not noticing the lack of moon and starlight.
Like most everybody in Odaiba, Yamato Ishida was sleeping as well in his apartment. It had been years since he had been to the Digiworld with all his friends and he was now 21 years old. He hadn't seen any of them for a little over a year now, excluding Takeru.
None of them ever went by their nicknames anymore.
Mimi had moved back to Odaiba only six months ago, but he never got the opportunity to see her. It was the same for all the others as well.
This night may have seemed like any ordinary night in Japan. But for Yamato it would mark the point where life went crazy for him as well as for all his other friends.
Something dripped from the ceiling above his bed onto his forehead and he shifted in his sleep as it trickled down his face.
A few seconds later the liquid dripped onto his face once again and he sleepily brushed it away only half awake.
But the liquid continued to drip onto his face. Finally he sat up annoyed and looked up at the ceiling.
Something was up there all right, but he could exactly tell what it was. He squinted through the darkness and his eyes widened in surprise.
It was blood and there was a message sloppily written in the thick red liquid: Beware…Armageddon approaches…
~*~
Koushiro Izumi was one of the few who remained awake at the late hour of the night. He was typing rapidly on a computer readying himself for a final exam for his first year of college. Tomorrow would be the final day.
His roommates had learned early on to block out the constant sound of computer keys clicking late into the night close to a big test and were sleeping soundly down the hall.
The computer screen flashed with the e-mail alert icon quite suddenly. Koushiro sighed and opened his e-mail account then growled in frustration.
What must have been hundreds of e-mails were new, all bearing the same message: OPEN NOW.
"Spammers…" he muttered as he was about to delete all the messages.
Koushiro paused, and decided to open one of the messages to satisfy his curiosity. The message read: Watch your back, Izumi. Armageddon draws ever nearer…
~*~
The telephone rang loudly in Daisuke Motomiya's apartment.
He stumbled out of bed and over to the telephone, still getting used to finding the portable phone under piles of papers or inside an empty pizza box left out on the counter in his own apartment.
He ended up stubbing his toe on the counter and he cursed under his breath before he finally found the phone in one of the oddest places yet: the refrigerator.
"Hello," he muttered. If this is another telemarketer… he thought.
The voice on the other line drawled back: "watch yourself, Armageddon comes closer every minute…"
Daisuke blinked, pulled the phone away from his ear, looked at it and laughed before replying: "sure, I'll be careful. So when is this supposed 'Armageddon' supposed to happen?"
But whoever was on the other line had already hung up leaving him to wonder exactly what was going on…
~*~
Hikari Kamiya was sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. She finally had graduated from high school along with Takeru, Miyako and Daisuke and all of them had moved into the same apartment building until college started next year.
But her slumber was abruptly interrupted when something came crashing through her window. She sat up, surprised as bits of broken glass fell onto her bed and looked at what had broken the window: a brick.
She looked out the window for any sign of who could have thrown it, but saw no one.
That was when she noticed a note was tied to the brick.
Quickly she untied it and read: BE CAREFUL ARMAGEDDON IS UPON US…