Gamma Goblins - Drea O

Warnings - Violence, death, incest, dub-con, and mentioned abuse. This does have quite a bit of the original Chosen in it, but it's mainly focused around the new group, as well as a slight cross over from another fandom.

Disclaimer - Don't own.

Summary - Post 02; The year is 2033, and Digimon and humans are no longer allowed to go through the Digital Gate without clearing it with the government. After two strangers appear, the world begins to glitch, and a new set of Chosen are taken to the Digital World to save it from an old enemy that had been gone for many years.

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"Eri," Touko said, snuggling deeper into her partner's arms as the alarm clock went off for the fourth time. "Maybe you should get up, don't you have to meet that boy today?"

Eri Takaishi sat bolt upright, her long, waist-length blond hair spilling everywhere. Her soft brown eyes were horrified, and her wide mouth formed a perfect o.

"Oh shoot!" she said, throwing her long lanky legs over the side of the bed. "Yuuki, I completely forgot!" She picked up the Tokomon, and scrambled out of the room, wandering down the short hallway, down the steep set of stairs and in to the kitchen, where her father sat doing his work.

"Good morning, Eri," Takeru Takaishi smiled as he took a sip of his coffee. "Breakfast is on the counter. Touko, Tailmon has been looking for you, she says you need a grooming."

Touko jumped out of Eri's arms, and hid under Takeru's chair behind his legs, folding her ears down close to her small body. "You didn't see me, sir, no, not at all!"

Eri began to eat her breakfast as a squeaky voice said, "Takeru may not see you, Touko, but I do." Patamon flapped up from where he was resting on the table, blocked by Takeru's arm. He landed beside the small digimon, and nuzzled the young Digimon.

Eri remembered her hatching, it was odd to begin with that an egg would come through to the Human World in this age. She had been in the family for since years, since Eri had been 9, and had bonded with the family so much, Patamon and Tailmon even seemed to have adopted the small Tokomon, going as far as to call her their daughter. She smiled, and felt Touko nudge her leg. She looked down at the baby digimon, who smiled up at her, jewel-black eyes shining. Eri placed the bowl on the floor, and Touko accepted it greatly, drinking the milk dregs from the bottom of the bowl.

"Would you like a ride to school?" Takeru asked as Eri as she rose from her spot. She shook her head as she began to head back up the stairs.

"No thanks, Daddy, I'm meeting up with Yuuki beforehand and he's going to walk me to school," she grinned as he looked up from his writing, half turning to her. She didn't give him a chance to speak before she completely left the room. Her smile broadened and she giggled a little to herself as she heard Patamon say, "Oh, Takeru, you can't hold on to them forever, they will grow up eventually."

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"Would you like some?" Yuuki Higashikawa called out, running his fingers through his soft brown hair as he packed his school lunch.

"Yes, please," said a small, childlike voice. A small brown and pink tri-horned rabbit came running in, small paws raised in the air accepting the plate of rice balls. Yuuki smiled, putting the lid on his lunch box, and pulled his shirt off to and began to walk away, knowing Lopmon would follow him.

Lopmon had come to him, six months earlier, as a small pink and white striped egg on his computer chair. At first he though of it as some kind of joke, but it hatched the moment he put his hands on the egg. The small brown puffball had stared at up at him from his hands, and the moment he had held on to him the first tim he knew he had found something that he could care for, and in return, would always have his back.

Watching his straight, even features in his bedroom mirror as he adjusted the tie on his uniform shirt, and reached for his green blazer, thoughts still on his Digimon. Lopmon kept him company while his mother was away on business, she traveled a lot and left him alone with the housekeeper Konishi. Hiding his growing Digimon from his mother was fairly simple, she was gone so often, and Konishi never came into his spacious room, and cleaned his bathroom once a week, giving Lopmon enough to space to spread out.

"Meh ah come witchoo?" the stuffed-mouth question came as Lopmon climbed up on the bed, legs kicking a bit as he tried to get up. Yuuki sighed, and sat down next to him on the bed, and moved his arms as Lopmon climbed on to his lap, nuzzling his face against his chest. Yuuki let his hand drift down onto Lopmon's head, and patted his soft fur.

"No, Lopmon," he said, sighing. "You can't, we've been over this. There's no where for you to stay while I'm in class, and how would I explain you to my friends. Besides," he grinned at his partner, "Konishi has the day off today, you have the whole condo to yourself to do whatever you want in."

Lopmon's large chocolate brown eyes looked up at him, and he smiled, small pointed teeth glinting as the light reflected off them.

"Your mother has a nice bath tub." he said agreeably, jumping off Yuuki's lap and wandering out of their shared bedroom. "Just come home on time, okay? I get lonely with out you here."

-

"I'm home!" Kato Kobayashi called out to the small grungy apartment. She walked into the crowded sitting room, and saw a note small scrolled note on the small coffee table. She picked it up and read it,

Kato,

went out with buddies, back whenever. fed your ferret. have a good nap

Makoto

She shook her head, scrunching up the note, and walked into the left bedroom, her bedroom. She toed off her flats as she made her way to her messy unmade bed, and flopped down on it, curling herself into a half-ball.

"I really wish you would stop working the night shift," a male voice cooed at her. "Someone your age shouldn't be staying out all night like that." A small silver and purple ferret slunk out from under the bed, and crawled up beside her.

She turned to look at him, flipping her green bangs out of her face, eyebrow raised. Kudamon crawled on top of her, pressing his nose close to her, and said, "And besides, you end up sleeping most of the day, and end up being poor company."

Her small, smile came through, showing her crooked teeth, and her eyes drifted shut, as she murmured softly, "Shut up Kudamon, or we won't out for Chinese later."

He wagged his tail as she sighed and her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Kudamon watched her for a while, remembering how he had met her the year previous, when he had heard her screaming as she packed her things in boxes at her stepfather's house. He felt compelled to go to her, comfort her, and next thing he knew, he was there with her.

Kato had been afraid of him at first, and he had understood. He had heard that humans were startled easy at the sight of Digimon, and on top of that, he couldn't explain how he had gotten there. But she had seemed to have realized that Kudamon posed no actual threat, and had taken him with her as she moved out, and moved in with a girl she had met online, the odd girl Mako, who so stoned all the time that she believed Kato when she had introduced him as her pet ferret.

He curled up in a small ball beside her, and purred and wagged his tail as he felt her run her fingers through his soft hair. Kudamon took a deep breath, and drifted off to sleep, knowing that through thick and thin, he would be with her, no matter what.

-

"Are you ready to go, Kyo?" Mamoru Tanaka asked, stuffing another pair of socks in his large backpack, and moving towards the dresser to grab more T-shirts and his sweatshirt. Pulling it over his head, he turned to the strange boy who sat on the lower bunk bed.

Kyo looked up at him, his large, blue button eyes staring up at Mamoru. Kyo had an odd, leathery grey face, with severely protruding cheekbones on an otherwise perfectly spherical head. He had snake like slits for nostrils, and hair that appeared to be made of straw. To top off his odd, puppet-like appearance, he had a zipper in replacement for a mouth.

Kyo was a Wizarmon, and he had hid it well from the other children by covering his full face and body with his large navy cloak. He had taken Kyo as his name so others would have something to call him by, as to not seem any more strange then he appeared to be, as he said very little and never took his cloak off, not even to sleep.

Kyo had come to Mamoru three years ago, when Mamoru was six. The house Mamo had been living in with his family had caught on fire, and a small cloud of smoke had helped him get out in time. At first, he believed he was dreaming, why would smoke be talking to him? But the puff grew in to a small flame, and introduced itself as Petimeramon. After that night, Kyo had gone on with him to the orphanage. He had to hide him under his bed, or in his suitcases, letting him out when the other boys had gone out, or to bed. After a few months of this, Kyo had found a way to make it easier to stay with his partner, by evolving not once, but twice, in to the Wizarmon he was today.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kyo asked, looking behind him to make sure no one else was in the room. "Running away is a big deal, where will we go? What will we eat, where will we sleep? You're only nine years old, how are we going to afford anything?"

Mamo shook his head, and pulled a suit case out from under the bed which was filled with canned soups. Pushing them deep in the bag, without looking up, the red-haired boy said softly, "We will manage. Anything will be better then this place. Just... just trust me, okay?"

Kyo nodded, and grasped Mamoru's long-fingered hand in his. "I just want what's best for you. I'll stay by your side, through thick and thin."

Mamoru nodded, and did up his backpack. He shouldered it, and smiling, he wrapped his fingers around their closed fists. He smiled at his Digimon partner. "Come on, Kyo, let's go. We'll say we're off to school, and thats it. We never have to come back."

The young boy and his Digimon walked out, hand in hand. They didn't know what was going to be in their future, but they planned on facing it together.

-

"Here we are," the tall young man said, putting a large box down on the pile, flipping his blue hair out of his face. "Grandpapa's old place. It's quite lovely, if I do say so myself."

Turning to the girl the shoulder length, wavy blue hair, who was sitting on a chair, a small orange clione monster on her lap, who looked up at the girl with her large green eyes. A large golden retriever with golden hooked claws sat on his heels at the foot of the chair. She smiled as she ran her long fingers through his fur.

"Good," she said, smiling up at him. "We'll unite them soon. And it will begin."