When the original seven digidestined of Japan get returned to their age in which they first visited the digital world, chaos breaks out. Suddenly, the world is told about the digidestined by… Butterflies? Taichi, Yamato, Sora, Mimi, Jou, Koushiro and Takeru are mobbed. But when butterflies come with their respective crests and tell of danger, it's up to the first seven of Japan, with help from the other four groups of digidestined, including Hikari. From Junior High students to Elementary students… What is going on?
Mkay, so I'm gonna be using a lot of liquid time. So… there is no timeline anymore. Just, everything happening at once, basically. As for the song in this chapter, it's the English cover of Butter-Fly, found on Youtube under Sapphire.
Tai POV
Taichi woke up drowsily. He instinctively grabbed for his rose gold alarm clock, ready to shatter it to pieces.
But it wasn't there. "Huh?" Taichi muttered, rubbing his eyes. Wait, gloves? Taichi looked at his hands. Those were the gloves! From years ago… How come they fit now? Taichi flexed his fingers, as if this were nothing but a dream. As if that would magically fix them.
"Taichi?" Taichi turned his head slightly, only to see Sora in her eskimo hat. Wait, eskimo hat? Sora was way younger than she had been the day before!
"What's happening to us?" Jou's voice was panicked, ringing in Taichi's ears. The blue haired boy was clearly panicking, the opposing image of calm.
"We're all young again!" Mimi's voice came out, appalled. Her skin was deathly pale, her eyes shining fearfully. Her pink sundress lay loose on her body, like it had years upon years ago.
Jeez, why was Taichi thinking like an old man? He was fifteen, for Agumon's sake. Or, ten now. Maybe. Taichi didn't really understand their current situation. Maybe Koushiro did?
"Hm… I don't understand this either. This is not very prodigious." Koushiro's monotone voice said.
And there went Taichi's last hope of ever understanding what was going on. Unless some woman possessed Kari again and explained everything to the other seven, that is. But Taichi didn't really want that to happen AGAIN either, so… Nothing he could do about it, then.
"Yamato?" Sora called out, looking around. Taichi realized that he couldn't see his friend either. He spun his head around rapidly, looking for The Blondie of Friendship.
Ah, name calling. Truly a traditional, cultural, and very, very important sport. "Blondie of Friendship? Where are you?"
"Yama? Where are you?" A scared looking Takeru seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"Prodigious. It seems that while we retained our memories, our body, instincts, and mind patterns are the same as before, judging by Mimi and Jou being scared senseless, Takeru yearning for Yamato, and me feeling the need to say 'Prodigious!' so much." Koushiro summed up, typing away at his computers. How was that guy possibly so calm in this situation?
"Here." A cool voice said steadily. The shadows seemed to unweave themselves as Yamato stepped forward, arms crossed and icy blue eyes lit on an angry fire.
But like years ago, Yamato seemed to melt at the sight of Takeru. The two rejoined in a hug, and no more tears came out of Takeru, just as Yamato wasn't a possible weapon of mass destruction anymore. Phew. Taichi swore that Takeru could work absolute magic. Seriously, what was his secret to taming the monster known as Yamato? Yamato was fiercer than WereGarurumon.
All of the five groups of the digidestined in Japan agreed steadily. They had seen Yamato's rage… And it was NOT very pretty.
Long story short, Taichi had been scarred for life at one of the Japan Digidestined Meetups. Taichi now had a fear of the dark. And Yamato.
Forever.
"Butter-fly!" A bunch of butterflies entered the scene.
"Don't fail me now, beautiful wings
You're my life, you're my everything
We can fly if you believe in my love
Ready to ride the wind now
I'm a butterfly letting my wings out
My friend, I can't wait to see you again
Letting go of all my worries
Make way, I'm in a hurry
Right now there's no time for fooling around
Tell me, Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Can I soar through the skies above
Oh, I don't know-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
If I'll ever see the tomorrow I'm dreaming of
Feels like my faith is slipping away
This nightmare's got me losing my way
When will it ever end
I've got to stay strong to keep the love going
Don't fail me now, beautiful wings
You're my life, you're my everything
We can fly if you believe in my love
Feeling one with the wind now
I'm flying free, nothing can bring me down
High or low, I'm going wherever you go
Rocking to the beat of my own song
Haven't felt this alive in so long
Let it ring, cause words mean everything
Tell me, Oh whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Could they reach out like never before
Oh, I don't know-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Guess I'll get up and go find the answer I'm longing for
Feels like I've woken up from a dream
I've shaken off the misery
Back to my care-free days
I'm living my life and doing things my way
Don't fail me now, trembling wings
You're my hope, you're my everything
We can fly if you believe in my love
Feels like my faith is slipping away
This nightmare's got me losing my way
When will it ever end
I've got to stay strong to keep the love going
Don't fail me now, beautiful wings
You're my life, you're my everything
We can fly if you believe, oh yeah!
Feels like I've woken up from a dream
I've shaken off the misery
Back to my carefree days
I'm living my life and doing things my way
Don't fail me now, trembling wings
You're my hope, you're my everything
We can fly if you believe in my love" The butterflies sang in perfect harmony. They sang the song over, and over, and over again, circling around the seven digidestined, like a bubble of bursting neon colors.
"Hi guys! I've been wanting to meet you legends for EVER." A voice chiped, happy. "Anyway, the whole world knows about the digidestined now. It's only to help you defeat our new enemy, the one that made you reverse in age." The voice piped, getting more solemn near the end of the explanation.
"You all gave up the power of your traits. But you're going to need them back. You will have to find a way to regain them, but in the meantime, there is another way to activate it." Seven of the largest butterflies stepped forth, carrying with the crests and tags.
"Wait, crests and tags?" Taichi whooped with joy. "Genai especially is going to be really happy about this." Taichi snatched his, gingerly stringing it around his neck.
Taichi had missed that familiar weight, and the icy coldness of the crest and tag that still seemed to seep warmth, somehow.
"Patamon?" Takeru's voice spliced throught the air, swiftly catching the attention of the other six.
"Takeru!" A orange pig with wings chirped happily, emerging through the wall of butterflies.
"These butterflies are so pretty, like that song." Mimi said suddenly. "Maybe I should learn to sing it." She said, nodding along with her idea.
"NO!" Everyone, including the butterflies and Digimon of the seven exclaimed, slowly backing away.
"I would prefer Yamato do it." Mimi's Digimon Palmon said. "But Mimi's voice is always beautiful to me." Palmon hummed. "Yamato has a pretty voice too." She added, smiling at Gabumon.
"Well, go on the quest to find your traits back. It's the only way you're going to defeat this enemy. And the other five groups of Japanese Digidestined will be of great help to you." A butterfly said. Suddenly, the sphere made of butterflies opened up, leaving seven kids and seven digimon free-falling through the midday, landing on a blanket of reporters and amazed non-digidestined.
"Guys!" A harmony of voice said. Taichi's eyes fluttered close. He was so tired. Were those the other digidestined?
Nevermind that. Sleep.