DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon, any of its characters or its ideas. This is a non-profit work of fiction written purely for entertainment purposes.
CHAOS
By TheApex
CHAPTER ONE
Discoveries
It was the very early hours of the morning. The cool wind breezed past Takato as he walked making the hairs of the back of his neck stand to attention. The streets of West Shinjuku were empty and silent. Almost eerily so, but Takato was too intoxicated to notice. He had just left his graduation party, and it had been more fun than he'd anticipated it being.
He'd made an effort to speak to everybody there at least once and found that he was bombarded with offers of drinks. He was more than happy to accept! That wasn't to say he was completely drunk however. He just about managed to walk in a straight line, and he hadn't forgotten the direction he was going in. The thought of his own bed and sleeping until the afternoon was enough motivation for him to keep checking his whereabouts to ensure he was still on the right track.
As he looked around, Takato noted that the streets of West Shinjuku were beautiful at night. He hadn't really noticed before, and with the streets being as busy as they are during the day he couldn't stop and stare in the crowd without being a nuisance to others. But right now under the dark night sky he took in his surroundings.
Even at this hour of the night, street lights illuminated the streets. Shop signs were still lit up, although he couldn't decide why they would still be on while the shops themselves were closed. The streets themselves were ever so clean. There were no stray wrappers or plastic shopping bags flying around, and the walls were devoid of any kind of urban vandalism.
'I love this city,' Takato thought to himself. He'd grown up in the Shinjuku ward of Tokyo, and he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. Shinjuku was his home, for better or worse. Unbeknown to him, Takato was about to experience the less pleasant side of his home city.
A tall stocky man burst out of an alleyway startling Takato. He was dressed all in black, with a black ski mask covering his face. He wore black leather gloves, and held in his right hand a crowbar. Given the considerable difference in size between the mysterious stranger and Takato, it didn't look like he needed a weapon.
"Gah!" Takato exclaimed as he stumbled over his own feet and fell backwards towards the floor. He landed hard on his buttocks, much to the other man's amusement.
"Look kid, I don't want to hurt you. Just give me what you have and that will be the end of it," a deep voice said. He didn't sound too frightening. In fact, to Takato's surprise he sounded almost sympathetic towards him.
"Uh, well I uh…I kinda need my stuff you know…m-maybe you could uh, I don't know…let me go?" Takato mumbled nervously.
"Listen kid, I wasn't asking you, I was telling you. You are going to give me your belongings of your own free will, or I am going to take it from you," the man said, stroking the crowbar with his free hand. "It is up to you how you want this to go down."
"W-well, uh, i-it's not really my own free will…cause you see you have a uh…you know, one of those things…and I'm pretty sure you're going to use it if I don't do what you want…"
The man in black reached down and grabbed Takato by the throat. He pulled him up and thrust him up against a wall. He softly tapped the sharp curved edge of the crowbar against Takato's cheek. Takato's eyes widened in fear as he began to realise the inevitable outcome of this encounter.
"Whatever kid. I'm taking your stuff, and there's nothing you can do about it, so just stay still for me. This is your last chance before I have to hurt you," he warned.
Takato squirmed as the man began to dig through his pockets.
'I am sick of bad stuff happening to me! I am NOT going to let this happen without a fight!'
Takato grabbed the hand around his throat and attempted to yank it away and twist it. He expected to fail miserably, given his lack of real strength and fighting technique. However, to his surprise, it worked. The two men heard the snap of bones breaking as Takato twisted the wrist with all his strength.
"ARGH FUCK!" the man cried in pain and shock. He stumbled backwards; dropping the crowbar as he carefully gripped his now broken wrist.
Takato panted as he stroked his throat softly. He was sure there would be marks there in the morning from where his attacker had grabbed him. He looked at the man groaning in pain and realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks falling on his head.
'Holy SHIT! What just happened? Did I actually just break his wrist? I-I mean I couldn't have! I'm so small and weak compared to him!'
"You're dead now you little shit!" the man spat as he grabbed the crowbar in his usable hand.
He lunged forward and took a swing at Takato's head. He swung fast with as much strength as he could muster. He was sure to cause a fatal blow if the sharp edge of the crowbar were to make contact with Takato's skull.
Primal instinct took over. Keeping his eyes on the crowbar rapidly soaring towards his face, he bent his knees and ducked just in time to avoid the vicious blow. He curled his fingers on his right hand inwards, locking them in place with his thumb to form a tight fist, and then used his bent knees to propel his body forwards towards the bigger man. He thrust his fist towards the ski-mask clad face.
There was an almost sickening smacking sound as fist met face with devastating accuracy. The full force of the punch drove the man backwards at least ten feet. He was blown completely off his feet, and landed hard on his back on the tarmac road. He continued to slide back a few feet until the friction of his clothes and the road caused him to stop moving. His face fell to one side. He'd lost consciousness mid-air and didn't feel the impact of his landing.
Takato looked on in amazement. Where had this super strength come from? He should never have been able to do that to anyone, especially not a stocky giant like his attacker. He didn't go to the gym; he'd never even lifted a weight properly in his life! He didn't play hard contact sports, and he didn't participate in any martial arts classes, despite Henry's persistent attempts to teach him some basic moves. He was the most unlikeliest of fighters there he knew.
'That light ball! It has to be that thing…whatever it was. I knew it was doing something to me! I hope that's all it's done, I think I've done enough damage for one night…'
He quickly ran over to the motionless body in the road. He bent down and placed two fingers under the man's ski-mask onto his neck. He found a strong pulse. Takato breathed a sigh of relief. Despite what the man had tried to do to him, Takato didn't want to kill him. He reached into the man's pocket and pulled out a phone. He quickly dialled 119.
"Shinjuku emergency services, how may I help you?" came the voice on the other end of the line.
"Uh I need an ambulance now outside…" he quickly looked around and saw a sign reading 'Izzy's Computer World.' "…Izzy's Computer World in West Shinjuku. Hurry!"
He hung up the phone, quickly placed it back in the pocket he'd found it in, pulled his hood up over his head and ran off towards home before the ambulance could arrive.
One of the few cars driving around the deserted streets of West Shinjuku that night was a silver BMW. It was a beautiful car, and quite noticeably new. The car's body reflected the shine of the street lights as it sped down the quiet roads.
The driver was a young woman of eighteen years. She had flame coloured hair tied up in a spiky pineapple-esque style. She had a fringe which settled about an inch above her eye line, and a few stray strands hung down on each side of her face. Her purple eyes scanned the road ahead as she drove. She glanced down at her speedometer before quickly changing gear and slamming her foot down aggressively on the pedal.
She gripped the wheel hard and twisted it harshly as she zoomed around a corner. She gritted her teeth tightly as she recalled the events of earlier that evening. It had been her graduation evening at her private school. She didn't want to go, but when she told her mother of her plans not to attend she became very upset and pleaded with her daughter to go.
Reluctantly, the young woman agreed. She would go to the stupid ceremony if it made her mother happy. She would go through the motions and leave swiftly. She wasn't the most social of people anyway, so she doubted anybody would have been alarmed at her quick exit. But when the moment came and she stood on stage with her class, she looked in the audience for her mother and grandmother.
Only her grandmother had bothered to turn up. She glared at the empty seat next to her grandmother, and stormed up to her grandmother as soon as the ceremony was over.
"Where the hell is she?" she demanded to know. "I only came to this stupid thing because she practically begged me to, and then she couldn't even be bothered to turn up!"
"Rika, I know you're angry. Your mother got a call this afternoon about a last minute modelling shoot. She had to leave for the airport right away," Seiko explained. "She was really disappointed that she couldn't be here today, but you know how important her work is to her."
'More important than me,' Rika thought bitterly as she changed gear again. She was now well over the speed limit, but she didn't care. She needed an outlet for her anger, and racing around the streets in her new car seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn't really working, however. She was still fuming, and she'd been driving for a good forty-five minutes or so.
'Screw this, it's not working. I'm going home before I crash this stupid car.'
Takato glanced at his watch as he ran. It had been twenty minutes since he'd called the emergency services, and ten minutes since he saw an ambulance shoot past him, sirens blaring. He was sure the guy would be alright.
'Ah why should I care? I mean, he did try to kill me after all!'
Takato ran out into the road without looking where he was going. Bright lights coming from his left blinded him. He stopped and raised his arms to block the light from his eyes. As his eyes refocused, he could see a silver car heading straight for him. He could hear the car's brakes making a screeching sound as the car slid towards him regardless.
'Aw crap!'
He quickly bent his knees and jumped up. A futile attempt he was sure, but perhaps if he jumped the car might not break his legs on impact. Maybe he'd just crash into the window, or roll over the car as it ploughed forward? He didn't know, but it was worth a try.
Takato closed his eyes. He seemed to hang in the air for an eternity before gravity took hold. He was waiting for the inevitable crash of steel and bone, but it didn't happen. He fell towards the ground and landed on his feet. He opened his eyes and to his surprise, he seemed to have jumped over the car! He turned his head around to see the silver BMW screech to a halt about twenty feet behind him.
'That IDIOT!'
Rika practically ripped off her seatbelt before pushing the door open and jumping out. She walked towards the kneeling man she had very nearly just run over.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you mentally deficient? I could have killed you, you moron!" she raged.
She looked him over. She couldn't see his face as he had his back to her and he had a hood on, concealing his face. To her surprise, he got up and ran off, like nothing had happened. That fuelled her anger even more.
"HEY! Come back here now!" she demanded.
It was pointless. The figure disappeared from sight down a narrow alleyway across the road. She stormed back towards her car and got in. She pulled her door shut hard before gripping the wheel once more, ready to carry on her journey home.
'Wait a minute, how in the hell did he jump over my car like that? Even professional gymnasts can't jump that high, and certainly not with seconds notice!' she thought to herself. 'This city is full of freaks. As if my day couldn't get any worse.'
Takato ran through a few more alleyways before stopping to catch his breath. The owner of that car seemed extremely angry, and he really did not want another confrontation tonight. He was confused enough as it is. He touched his chest where the light disappeared inside him earlier that evening.
'What is happening to me?'
A/N: So here we are with chapter one! I hope you've enjoyed it. We have a glimpse at Takato's rather calamitous discovery of some of his new powers, namely super strength and super jump/enhanced jump. Not sure what to call it really, but basically he can jump pretty damn high!
Also we have an introduction to Rika! Not exactly a great first meeting, but a first meeting nonetheless. The first of many to come! Although I wouldn't anticipate future chapters to be up quite as quickly as this in future. However the plan is to update at least once a week!
John C: If you're reading this, I would have sent you a review reply but you weren't logged in so I couldn't. My decision not to include the Digimon is because Takato's transformation essentially becomes pointless if there are Digimon running around. There wouldn't be any need for Takato to develop powers if Guilmon is around to biomerge with. In terms of the other characters, I never really liked Ryo, and so I don't feel I'd do the character justice. And I always found Jeri rather boring as a character without the D-Reaper around. Besides, I have an unorthodox love triangle planned for Takato and Rika. More on that as the story develops!
I hope you've enjoyed this chapter so far. Please do review, as it inspires me to write more, and constructive criticism is always welcome!
