Hey 'dere!
This is my first fanfic here, I hope for some positive feedback, and also some critique. This series has some influences form Chiaki J. Konaka's works such as Digimon Tamers and Serial Experiments Lain, I also share his obsession with Evangelion so a few aspects are in there as well. This series will be along the lines of Tamers, only more realistic, and more mature, and a few new aspects and perspectives thrown in. I'm not sure if I want to continue with this story, so your feedback counts! Thank you!
--Garu♥
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What is reality?
Reality is what is perceived by your mind.
What is the mind?
The mind is yourself; the mind is your being.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are you?
I am…
You are…infinity.
"I…" Her eyes sluggishly opened, then hastily shut tight again as she pulled heavy carroty covers over her head. It was so bright; I keep leaving my curtains open. The thought lingered as her body adjusted to reality. The blithe chirps of early birds echoed throughout her being.
That dream …was that really just a dream?
Her dark eyes peered from the covers, focusing to the light, shapes, and the balmy sweet potato colors of her small room. This is what I see. But is this what I see? Is this what I see, or is this what my brain tells me I see? Her tawny arm faced her, lying gently across the soft pillow. A cheek was soon placed against the forearm, as she felt her own warmth surge through, giving off a very relaxing, secure, sensation.
So warm.
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"Gooood Morning Siren!" Was shouted rather excitedly, as usual by her mother. A very beautiful woman, who looked much younger than her age. "Oh – um, good morning…" was the apathetic response as Siren ambled hazily into the dining room, to the kitchen.
"Guess what?"
"Hn?"
"You got a package today!"
Chilling water was splashed onto Sirens face; she hated this part of the morning. Water would always dampen the dark bouncy curls about her head. It was like a sponge, she could always dry it with a towel but the dampness would remain for a while. "That so?" she responded, drying her face. It was probably nothing, just mail from some college or—
No way, already?
The towel was tossed as aside she stumbled to the simple slender package with bland russet packaging on the table. Neatly placed on the package was a white sticker with the delivery information, the line that caught her attention was:
From: 1334 Shichijo, Tokyo, Japan
Siren griped the package firmly, "Awesome, can't believe it got here so fast!" Wanting to preserve every relic of this moment, she delicately opened the corners of the wrapping, slowly pulling out a bright yellow rectangular box. On its cover it had all kinds of intimidating monsters, on the side it vertically said, 'DIGIMON' in scratchy letters, the 'O' made into a mean face with teeth. Siren held the box gently in a dreamlike state, it had been forever since she'd laid eyes on the original Digimon Tamagotchi from 1997, and it brought back plenty of pleasant memories. Her mother smiled at her, she would never understand what was so special about these things to her daughter, "Well, you have fun with that." She giggled, assuming her morning duties.
She wanted to preserve every atom of the box, a tear or bend would ruin it to her forever. Carefully keeping the box in perfect condition, she retrieved the small rectangular keychain inside. It was a dark color, almost black, a worn out brick pattern engraved into it, on its right were three small, vertical, round gray buttons, a small LCD screen on the left encased within a broken cage that surrounded edges of it – the same color as the buttons. It was so perfect, and solid. On the bottom a little red tab stuck out, without a second thought Siren pulled the tab out with one swift motion.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"
A bouncing blotted egg appeared on the screen, a DigiTama was born.
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Dark eyes watched a little black pixel face hungrily devourer a plump piece of pixel meat. The Digimon was a baby, Botamon, slimy, small, and soft it slugged around the screen in its pixel world. It would not look like this for long though, and hour had almost passed, and once 60 minutes were up the creature would change shape forever. Siren heavily awaited that moment. Only a few…more…seconds—
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
Botamon was very confused. It felt its small information begin to expand, it did only what it knew how to do, call out to its master on the other side. More information was shoved down the creatures' throat. It felt it coming. A new shape? Within seconds it was over. Botamon felt different now, stronger. It got it, this was a good thing. It wanted to change and become stronger, it wanted to fight. It knew it was thanks to the being on the other side, this other existence held Koromons survival in its hands.
That other existence of course, being Siren. She smiled in approval of Botamons new shape, Koromon. Still a bit soft and bouncy it was a larger pixel face, not black, with two very cute lumps for ears on its head. It looked curiously at the screen as if it could see through. She sighed and continued to occupy herself with the computer.
Why are you here?
That voice…
What are you doing?
Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Siren found her palms pressed tightly against her forehead. A piercing headache followed, was their something wrong with her? Why was she hearing voices, was she schizophrenic? Her eyes burned with tears that had managed to trickle out. She had been mentally stressed about her existence as of late. Everything felt so pointless, like existence meant nothing. No one needed her…she felt so useless. No…he needs me…
Her hand grasped the Tamagotchi expectantly; her eyes stared deeply at Koromon, who slid like an egg yolk around his pixel world, oblivious to what his life support was going through. Her mother didn't know exactly why these things were so special to Siren, but Siren did. It made her feel useful, normally nothing depended on her, but this creature…it would die without her. It made her feel important. It gave her purpose, to have the strongest monster, to be better than everyone else.
It's a toy. How pathetic.
It's not just a toy…it's not. I know it.
It's not alive, it's not real. It's data.
Data is…Data is just as real…
It's a program.
Please…just leave me alone…please…
Little Koromon began to feel very strange. What was this feeling? It was very unpleasant. The person on the other side was giving off loads of negative energy; it stuck to Koromon's being like tar. Koromons' existence was very dark, it could see nothing, it could hear nothing, it could smell nothing, and it could touch nothing. It could only feel, and it could only be. It thought in emotion, not words, for it knew no words. Even though Koromon was just a "program", it had a conscience. Koromon was no different from us after all, we are all programs. What it could see was light from time to time, jolts and digital fragments of this very small digital world it existed in.
But Siren didn't know this. Not yet.
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Siren dragged into her room. Another uneventful day, that is except for the arrival of her Digimon. But now even that felt dreadful…ever since that voice… Setting the keychain on the counter next to her bed, she slowly began to drag off her attire. The clothes fell freely to the floor; bare, she began to scope out the scorching colored room. It was painted like this to put her in a bright mood, but now all the reds, oranges, and yellows, seemed to remind her of the bowls of hell. This is hell.
She, almost absently, wandered to the dresser mirror to observe her bare self. She looked intently and sighed, an almost lanky apricot body stared back, a mean face and a strong brow, dark curls lay limply across her face. Who was she? Well, she was herself, but who was that, and just who would that become? Uncertainty. The haze of the future plagued her like billions of mosquitoes sucking her dry of the very will to live. Would she come to matter in this life?
Siren didn't know how long she stood there, but Koromon soon beeped snapping her out of the musing. She slipped on her pajamas, decorated with her zodiac, the sheep, and went to see what it wanted. Koromon was asleep, of course, desiring the lights to be turned off to permit a more restful slumber. She smiled, and swiftly did so, crawling into bed.
Siren stared into space, not very tired. Lingering on the uncertainty of tomorrow, and what had happened today. Her thoughts wondered. She found herself turned on her right side, staring blankly at the keychain on the counter. A palm reached up to it, and brought it near her face, on her pillow. She closed her eyes, gripping the toy tightly within her fist.
I wish you were real. I want you to be real. I want you to be here. Or at least…I want to go where you are. I want to be with you…Koromon… I want to… I…
She dozed off. Koromon began to feel a better emotion now; it was hopeful and pleasant, desirable. It was dreamy. Koromon felt the desire to meet the one on the other side, and it could tell that the being did too.
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Open your eyes.
…Wha…what?
Your mind and soul are one in the same.
My mind and soul are one in the same?
Your soul is multidimensional. Your soul can travel from your vessel.
My soul can…travel?
Would you like to see where you have traveled?
Open your eyes.
Sirens eyes flashed open. Immediately she saw blue, lots and lots of blue. Where was she? She was standing…on what? She looked down, there was nothing! She stood upon nothing. She took in her surroundings; a sea of light blue, some green, everything around her jittered and faded in and out. Everything was very bright. Little specs of data seemed to blink in and out of existence.
Where am I?
You are inside the keychain.
T-The keychain?! The Digimon?! Is this where Koromon is?
This is Koromon. All around you, this is his mind.
But…it doesn't look like Koromon. It looks like a…a place…
Koromon has no true form. Though…you, you can give him a form.
H-How do I do that?
The law of attraction. Your mind has its own frequencies, you know.
I don't understand…
The influence of your mind and soul. Koromon has no senses, Koromon cannot grasp what he wants. But you Siren…you know what you want. Think of him, give him your influence, give him a form…
I…I'll try…
Siren began to imagine the little pink Koromon a few steps in front of her. This was inside of the keychain…that small box had such an infinite looking universe. She focused, she focused hard, every ridge of his body, every feature. She wanted Koromon, she wanted him more than anything else right now. Her eyes shut tightly. I want this! Koromon--!
Suddenly it felt as if a weight in her was thrown out. She opened her eyes, the universe –what was happening to it?! The blue was being replaced by black nothingness. Sparkles of data from the world seemed to begin trickling to one spot…it was the location she imagined Koromon to be in! Slowly but surely, she saw the fragments begin to create him. First it created a bright core, it is where most of the data went, Siren observed the illuminating sphere rotating around and around. Then data began to collect around the sphere, covering it, starting to make out a shape. And it did, it was clearly the shape of a Koromon, it glimmered so intensely Siren couldn't comprehend how she was still able to look at it so directly. Soon the brightness toned down, and the pink color of Koromon began to appear, and he was there. Still faintly glowing and having somewhat of a misty image, a resting Koromon was now clearly seen. The rest of the digital universe had gone black, nothing remained.
You have done well.
Siren felt herself beginning to fall, "Ah—Wha-What the?!" she wavered her limbs helplessly in the air as her body became unstable in the void. Seeing her limbs waver in front of her made Siren realized that, like Koromon, she was giving off a slight glow as well. But that didn't matter at the moment.
You must take him with you. If that is what you want.
"Take…him…" Her eyes looked to the Koromon who seemed to be in suspended animation. She began to try her best to float over to him, but with every futile wave of her limbs she seemed to stay in one place. She began to feel herself falling lower; Koromon was now at eye level from when she'd been standing. Aw, man. Why didn't I imagine him closer?
You've come this far and you're going to lose him already?
N-No! She helplessly tried to get closer to him as she felt herself sinking lower and lower. I won't, I won't! Tears began to collect in the rims of her dark eyes. I won't lose him! I won't give up! Koromon!
At last she felt as if her body had been released, but now she was falling faster than before. Within seconds Koromon would be out of reach. With the minuscule time she had left she plunged towards him as fast as the darkness would carry her. Koromon began to get higher, and higher as she got closer.
"No!" Siren screamed in protest, her lanky arms stretched forward to Koromon who was arms length above her head. All the tension fell silent as she felt the index finger of both hands close in on Koromon…she tapped him. Everything froze, as the light from Koromon grew more powerful than before.
Now both of your minds have touched. Both of you have connected.
And things have just begun.
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"Who…are you?" Her eyes sluggishly opened, then hastily shut tight again as she pulled heavy carroty covers over her head. It was so bright; I keep leaving my curtains open. The thought lingered as her body adjusted to reality. The blithe chirps of early birds echoed throughout her being.
That dream …was that really just a dream?
Something was different this time. Siren couldn't quite but a finger on it…a weight. A weight seemed to tip over when the covers were pulled. There was something… She looked out from under the covers. Sirens dim eyes widened, gently sprawled about upon the fabric lay a pink dinosaur-like head with extensive strings for ears, and sharp teeth protruding from the corners of its snoring mouth.
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TO BE CONTINUED…Things have just begun.