2- A Series of Terrible Events
Nanomon's little shop was in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it was in the middle of somewhere, but Takuya had zero sense of direction. And that zero turned into a huge negative number that Takuya didn't even want to think about.
So in actuality, even if he knew where to get information he wouldn't know exactly where to go. He assumed finding Bokomon and Neemon was a priority to him, but he wasn't necessarily sure if he should find them after he got things figured out or while getting things figured out.
What he did know though, was that if he went with the former option, well… he had a lead. Those warriors he wanted to meet. According to Nanomon no one knew where they were, but people had to know something. They couldn't just worship something without knowing anything about them, right?
There was just one problem, he had no idea where to go. The Trailmon just dumped him here before pulling out, just like old times. So he had to be at some kind of terminal… That he could probably go to, hitch another ride, and get off at some crowded location. That was sound, it sounded logical. Especially considering someone would tell him his plans weren't logical at all.
So Takuya walked to the train station, his spirits high as Digimon walked away from Nanomon's shop, bags in tow, walking towards the train station with him. The customers chatted amongst themselves as Takuya strained to listen in case those fake warriors were mentioned. They weren't - the shoppers were far more concerned with what they brought instead of anything related to the world. Which was fine he guessed, just he kinda had to figure out how to get the information he needed and didn't want to barge in one random Digimon and ask because he knew that would lead into a fight. But eventually the Trailmon pulled in, their conversations stopped and everyone got on.
Takuya sat by himself on the train, putting his satchel as far away from him as possible so no Digimon would sit next to him, because he didn't want a conversation, he just wanted to listen.
One stop in, a stop where not many got off, two Digimon walked in, and they sat on either side of Takuya, who didn't bother to move the satchel, only wishing he had another so the second one couldn't be so close. Close enough he could feel the breathing on his neck, a dog panting on his neck. It was a Dogmon, which was absolutely perfect. Takuya just definitely needed those troublemakers in his life.
"We could get a pretty penny if we trade this in," the Dogmon said, still panting on the side of Takuya, who was scrunched up hoping to take up the least amount of space to avoid being touched. Which, needless to say, caused Dogmon to just press up closer to him, panting on his neck, like he was some kind of chew toy.
The other, which was a WereGarurumon , like the last time Takuya ran into a Dogmon, grabbed him by the chin, something Takuya tried to resist but failed oh so miserably. "Yeah it would give us a pretty penny. An even prettier one if it was a Legendary Warrior."\
As it said that the doors of the Trailmon opened and Takuya was dragged off of it by WereGarurumon with a Dogmon following him, preventing him from going back on the train.
The stop wasn't overly crowded. Takuya could see a few shops in the distance, but it was mostly a clearing, like how Nanomon's shop was, only without the shop in the middle of the tracks. If he could, Takuya would make a b-line for the shops, but he couldn't. All he could do was stand there, each hand held by either WereGarurumon and Dogmon, before they were finally let go and he stood there, rubbing his hands clean as if they were plain flithy. Which they were technically, but it was more disgust that they even got to him..
"Evolve," the WereGarurumon ordered and Takuya turned around, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pulled back.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard the 'mon, evolve," Dogmon said, to which Takuya sighed.
"You guys don't understand how this works."
"We just want to know if you can evolve or not, that way we don't look like fools in the pawnshop."
Great so you can pawn off humans.
"I can't," he stated, jerking his head to the sky, where he noticed two suspicious Digimon flying around. To be fair, Takuya was used to Digimon in the sky, but these were far too huge and seemed even more special than the standard Biyomons and Falcomons that soared.
"Come on, you didn't even try!" Dogmon said.
"I'm human. Do you seriously think I can evolve?"
They both growled before WereGarurumon took a step forward, making a fist before aiming it straight at Takuya, who very clumsily managed to dog it but not without some skin getting grazed.
"That's for the attitude," it said and it was in that moment Takuya realized he was meant to dodge that one. The others he probably wouldn't be able to dodge so easily.
Takuya looked back at the sky, to which he saw those Digimon were gone. Immediately after noting that, he heard the sound of footsteps. WereGarurumon and Dogmon turned around, faced with two humans, one with spiky brown hair and another with medium length dark blue hair.
"I kindly ask you to stop this," the latter said, his voice sounding strong and like he knew what he was doing. But he had no protection. Like Takuya did, but why would a human step in the affairs of another human when it was clearly dangerous.
"Boss! It's, it's them!"
Them?
"Perfect, now we can be rich!"
Takuya blinked his eyes, and the moment he opened them both WereGarurumon and Dogmon were on the floor, too beaten up to actually do anything. Takuya blinked again, this time in surprise instead of just a natural process and when he opened them the two of them started walking towards him. Once they reached him, the boy who spoke placed his hands on Takuya's face, examining it to make sure nothing bad was there.
"He's one of them," the brown hair kid said.
The dark blue kid's face turned from one of care to disappointment. He removed his hands from Takuya's face and whispered "why" over and over again as he shook his head.
"One of what? And I have some questions for you guys if you don't mind," Takuya said, shrugging as if he could shrug off the disappointment in the kid's face. But he couldn't, the face stayed the same, and Takuya heard him mumble something. The only thing he could make out was some Digimon that started with an M.
"We need to go our separate ways, you aren't passionate."
"What?" He was plenty passionate, excuse them.
The dark haired kid walked away while the brown haired kid stayed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and whispered something before turning around to follow his partner.
If those were the new warriors…
...Takuya had many bones to pick.
