I do not own Digimon. I do not own Digimon. I do not own Digimon. Get the point? On with the story
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The boy slowly opened his eyes. His nose could sense the pleasant aroma of flowers all around him. Like he was in a beautiful garden. The humidity seemed….perfect. It was neither too hot nor too cold. He had been in many environments, but not one as balanced as this one. It was like if you combined a dry desert with the calm ocean.
"Ah, I see you are awake."
"Where am I? What am I doing here?"
The child's eyes gradually focused upon a hooded figure.
"Relax, Taichi Kamiya, all will be clear soon. For now all you need to know is you're in a place of peace."
The man's voice was booming yet somehow soothing. He seemed to be demanding yet informing him. His voice was a paradox within itself…….
"How do I know you're not some terrorists bent on world domination?"
"Your name suits you well, you are a thick one. I believe you've watched too many movies, Mr. Kamiya."
"That's exactly what a criminal would say!"
"Fine then. If you must know, you are dead." The man informed the boy.
"Ha, that's a laugh. I can't be dead."
"Denial is the first step towards acceptance, Mr. Kamiya. Aren't you supposed to be the courageous one who deals with whatever situation you're in?"
"Fine, if I am dead, what are you doing to me?" he inquired, looking at the strange instruments the cloaked figure was "putting" on him if that's the correct verb to explain what he was doing………
"I'm simply preparing your body. I'm going to enhance your physical abilities."
"Enhancing my abilities? For what?"
"Time, Mr. Kamiya. Everything will be answered in time."
"This guy belongs in a mental institution," Tai thought to himself.
"Oh? Why do I need psychiatric treatment? And yes to answer the question you're going to ask, I can read your mind."
"Because, either you or me has gone insane and I definitely hope it's not me."
"Well it's definitely not me. Angels are unable to become lunatics."
"Oh so now you're an angel."
"As I said before, time. Time will answer everything. For now I have a proposition for you."
"Oh?" He asked still not believing. "What would that be."?
"I'm going to give you the chance to live again. If, that is, you do me a little favor."
"Dude, I'm going to say this one more time, I'm not dead. I'm not going to be dead tomorrow. And I'm not going to be dead the next day. Okay?"
"I wonder what your friend Sora would say about this? Or should I say, your secret love?"
"I've never told anyone that. How do you know that?"
"Because I know everything about you. I know when you were born. I know what your allowance is. I know who your friends are. I know who your enemies are. And most of all, I know those who you deeply care about."
"Fine then, if what you say is true, what do you want me to do?"
The angel responded with only one word.
"Time."