Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon

Prologue

Out in the desert region of the Digital World lays a dusty, old western town.

A swarm of dark colored, red-eyed Digimon, consisting of Numemon and Nanimon, with a few Vegiemon, and they came storming straight for this old western town.

In a wooden cottage lying near the entrance of the town guards the western town from the swarm of evil Digimon.

Within the cottage is dark, only the windows provide light.

"How long until they get here?" asks a pink-haired girl, she's in the washroom, changing clothes.

A red-haired boy, the same age as the girl, adjusts his headset: like headphones, except with metal antennas sticking straight out of the earpieces. A black, rubber gas mask was hanging around his neck like a necklace, and a set of plastic safety goggles rested on his forehead. In his shadow, it almost made him appear, like a beetle.

The red-head boy replies, "5, maybe, 10 minutes," he stares at the pink-haired girl's back for a split-second, eyeing a green-colored tattoo of the crest of sincerity lays on the right-side of her back.

As she puts on a white blouse, the red-head looks outside. And the red-head says, "I take that back, maybe 3,"

"Geez, Koushiro, that headset of yours needs some repairs," the girl comments as she bundles up her long pink-hair into a bunch.

Koushiro snickers, "I'm not the one that has to fight, Mimi,"

Mimi went up to an old, oak chest-of-drawers, and opened one of the drawers, and took out a sub-machine gun. As she cocked and loaded it, "Just for saying that I'm going to kick you out,"

"You know you don't mean that," Koushiro slyly smiled.

Mimi then took out a shotgun, and took out some rounds. She stared into Koushiro's eyes, and teasingly said, "Do I?"

Koushiro responded coolly, "I'm going out for a smoke, see you then,"

Mimi didn't pay attention as she swung the sub-machine gun behind her back, and held the shotgun in her arms. The silence in the cottage was broken by the clatter her boots made as she walked into a different room.

Koushiro waited outside, and calmly stood to the side of the wooden porch. Wearing brown shorts and a white tee-shirt with a yellow smiley face, and an opened orange over shirt, Koushiro waited for the mob of evil, angry Digimon to come right to the doorstep.

The mob stopped right in front of the cottage, laughing.

Koushiro didn't respond, as one of the evil Digimon yelled, "This isn't going to be much a fight!"

Koushiro didn't flinch, as another of the evil Digimon hollered, "He doesn't look that strong!"

Koushiro didn't cringe, as another of the evil Digimon shouted, "I'm a little disappointed, there doesn't seem to be enough meat on the human!"

After another few comments, Koushiro only started to laugh and smiled, "I'm not the one you should be worrying about!"

That left the swarm confused, looking at each other, until they heard the revving-up of a motorcycle. They looked around wondering where it came from; it was too late for them to realize that it came from within the cottage.

Out of nowhere, BOOM! Mimi rode her motorcycle right out of the cottage front door. Koushiro simply chuckled. Mimi started to run over quite a few of the evil Digimon.

As she did so, Koushiro brought out his cigarette box, and opened it.

The evil Digimon started to retaliate as Mimi parked her motorcycle from behind. Some did a futile ranged attack, others tried to ram her.

As they did so, Koushiro toyed with the cigarettes inside, sloshing them around the box, until finally he decided he needed to smoke, and grabbed one of them with his teeth.

Mimi skillfully took out pistols, one in each hand, and started shooting mercilessly at the evil Digimon. Aiming at two Digimon… BANG! BANG! Another two Digimon… BANG! BANG! And again to another pair…

As she did so, Koushiro adjusted the cigarette in his mouth, and got out a lighter. When lit, he sucked in a hefty amount, and exhaled a constant stream of cigarette smoke. He took out the cigarette as he exhaled and leaned against the wooden railing with one foot, Koushiro watched the battle ensue.

When the ammo in her pistols ran out, she dropped them where she stood, and produced a sub-machine gun. As Mimi walked slowly towards the cottage, she mowed down any oncoming evil Digimon.

When Koushiro took in a few more puffs of smoke, a luminescent butterfly started flying over to him. Koushiro watched curiously as it landed on his shoulder. He nudged the butterfly to crawl on his finger, and took off his beetle-like headset.

Finally, when the sub-machine gun ran out of ammo, there was only 3 or 4 evil Vegiemon left, and they charged at her. Mimi produced a shotgun as she dropped her sub-machine gun, and ruthlessly began cocking her shotgun, and firing. Cocking her shotgun and firing again. Then there was only one, wounded evil Vegiemon crawling on the dusty ground, along the deceased bodies of his evil compatriots.

Koushiro positioned the butterfly close to his ear, and acted like he was listening to the butterfly.

The evil Digimon winced with pain, "Blackwargreymon will take care of you! He took care of your friends, you're next just wait!"

Mimi didn't say anything as she walked to the evil Digimon, stuck the barrel of her weapon in his face, and then shot him. As she did so, Koushiro goaded the butterfly to fly away. Mimi watched the bright butterfly, float past her and up into the clear, blue sky. Then she looked at Koushiro intent on hearing what the butterfly told him.

Koushiro took a last few puffs, dropped his cigarette, and crushed it with his worn-out tennis shoes. Finally, he told Mimi, "We've been ordered, to go pick up TK and Kari," then Koushiro jumped off the porch. As Koushiro walked to Mimi, he put on his beetle-like headphones.

He then proceeded to brush off some of the dust that dirtied her blouse, and complemented her, "Good job, couldn't of done it better myself,"

Mimi smiled softly, "Let's go,"

Just as Mimi jumped on her motorcycle putting on her Rayban sunglasses, with Koushiro, placing the plastic safety goggles over his eyes, and sat behind her on it, the local Digimon went up to them, "Thank You! You saved us! Thank You!" they cheered and hollered.

And just as they started to ride out of the town, Mimi replied, "Your welcome," and Koushiro kindly yelling, "Any time!"

The pair rode out of the town, picking up a cloud of dust in their tracks, as they rode into the sunset.