Alright, well. Here's the real beginnings of this monster. Not gonna lie, this idea's been circulating in my head since I was about thirteen, and seeing as I'm seventeen, I'd say that's been a while. I'm in the process of typing it out. It's a big task, seeing as my brain does things way faster than I can type them. The first few chapters here will be relatively the same length. Chapter Five, which I am currently finishing, will probably be the longest, but who knows how much my fingers will type in chapters after that. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and critical reviews are extremely helpful.
Chapter One: A Strange Threat
Location: Yagami Household. December 2nd, 2005. 17:19.
Yamato impatiently circled Taichi's living room while the rest of the digidestined sat around. With a quick view of the time, he sighed dramatically and turned to Taichi.
"Where is he? The meeting started over an hour ago!"
"I have no idea. We tried to call his cell and his house, but we keep getting messages saying they're disconnected," Taichi responded with a frown.
"Well, he's run out of time. We have to start without him if we're going to get anything done," Yamato concluded with a nod towards Koushiro, signalizing him to begin his presentation. Koushiro stood up and walked to the front of the group, all eyes following him.
"Well guys," he started, "Gennai informed me recently that there have been some rather odd occurrences in the Digital World." With a click of a button, the slide show on his small laptop switched the image of the screen.
"Lately, spots of dark energy have been found randomly around. In these spots, or areas I should say, there have been an alarming amount of digimon disappearing. For example, in this spot right here, which showed up merely a week ago," he pointed to an area near Spiral Mountain, "is now only home to a couple dozen digimon, where as before it had been inhabited with a couple of hundred."
He glanced around the room and noticed the deep frowns etched in everyone's faces. Sora was the first to speak up.
"I think we should journey to the digital world as soon as-"
"There's one problem with that," interrupted Koushiro.
"We have lost complete access to the digital world. All the digidestined around the world have."
Location: Unknown. December 2nd, 2005. 20:57.
A small digimon shook in front of an ominous shape, crying from fright.
"P-p-please," it cried, "I'll do anything, just please let me go home!"
The shape chuckled, seemingly amused at Petitmon's grief. With a snap of its fingers, the digimon disappeared. Rather than the data scattering off, however, the shape consumed it eagerly, and then moved on to another room.
This room, just as dark as the last one, had about a hundred digimon in it, each one of them silent with fear. The figure smiled once more as it looked at its prey.
It snapped its fingers once again.
Location: Tallahassee, Florida. December 12h, 2005. 8:04.
It was an early Thursday morning, and like every American city, Tallahassee was bustling with morning commuters.
Daisuke slowly opened his eyes, aggravated at the sun for waking him up. Looking to the left, he spotted his sister, still sleeping peacefully. His mother, however, was yet to be accounted for. It had only been a few days since they had arrived in America, yet the so-called land of opportunity had brought them nothing but misfortune.
A couple of days before the family moved to America, Daisuke's father, Motomiya Toru, decided that he would take a plane a day prior to the rest of the family in order to settle things into the new house. When Daisuke, Jun, and their mother, Kiyomi, landed safely in the Jacksonville airport and rode to the address of their home in Tallahassee, they were heartbroken and disappointed to find nothing but an old vacant house and no sign of Toru. They took shelter inside to distance themselves from the stare of the public. For days, Kiyomi wandered the streets, looking for a job. However, the fact that she spoke very little English, unlike her two children, made employers turn away. Living off nothing but left overs deserted on restaurant tables and sleeping on cold wooden floors, the Motomiyas agreed that nothing could possibly get any worse. Before Daisuke could come to wonder where his mother had gone to, she returned carrying a small plastic bag of half eaten pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Gently waking Jun, the three family members ate their humble breakfast in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Not one of them believed it would have come to this.
Location: Tallahassee, Florida. December 12th, 2005. 15:02
A young girl about the age of eleven excitedly ran home after the school bell rang for dismissal. Her brother, about two years her senior, calmly walked behind her, smiling at her enthusiasm and warning her to keep away from the busy road. The two soon reached their home, a modest middle-class house. After unlocking the door, both children impatiently made their way to the kitchen, hoping to find an easy snack. Their search was interrupted by the house phone ringing.
"Y'ello?" the male answered.
"I've taught you better than that, Brian. Answer the phone correctly for once," an angered woman reponded. Brian made an annoyed face.
"Sorry, Mom."
"I need you and Carol to go shopping for tonight's dinner. I left the list on the fridge. Don't buy anything other than what I specified, understand?"
"Yes. I got it," Brian retrieved the list taped to the fridge and grimaced at the thought of spinach. Next thing he knew, the phone gave off a dial tone.
"Geez, not even a bye?" he grumbled.
"What'd Mom say?" his sister, Carol, asked as she grabbed the list from Brian's hands. "Ew, spinach."
"Yeah, we're getting groceries. Grab your jacket, let's go."
Location: Tallahassee, Florida. December 12th, 2005. 16:10.
"Dammit! Kid! Come back here!"
Daisuke ran hurriedly away from a screaming merchant. He hated the thought of stealing, but his family needed food. He ran into an empty alley, gasping for breath. He was so concentrated on escaping from the angry man that he didn't notice the young girl staring at him from the other opening of the alley. She seemed to be a bit shorter than him, and sported short light blue jean shorts and a plain white t-shirt. Her feet were covered by simple white sneakers, and had her brown hair up in a bun. She was carrying a bag of groceries and was looking at him quizzically. He glanced up and made eye contact with her, feeling something as soon as their eyes interlocked.
'Why does she seem so familiar?' Daisuke wondered.
A voice then yelled, "Carol! Let's go or Mom's gonna get mad!" The girl distractedly yelled that she was coming, but didn't budge. Daisuke smiled, and nodded towards the girl.
"I think someone's waiting for you. You shouldn't keep them waiting."
She seemed rather shocked at the fact that he could talk, but nonetheless left Daisuke to himself. He watched her as she wandered away, thinking of the feeling he'd received from this girl he didn't know.
'Carol, hmm...' He turned around and started walking towards his 'home,' still absorbed in his thoughts.