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Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this story; I've just been really busy with graduating and getting ready for high school and all that stuff. But the good news is I will soon be buying a laptop and it will be a lot easier to write this story (and One Week which basically no one is reading/reviewing :/ ) as I won't have to fight for computer time anymore! Anyways, this chapter is a somewhat long one. Not much action per say, until the end of the chapter, but you get some insight on what is happening and get to see a little bit on where this story is heading. I don't really want to give too much away, though... I need to have some surprises! But here's chapter 3! Not super awesome... but the story's starting to build up here. Thanks for all the reviews/favorites/follows/etc. It keeps me motivated to continue the story! Please keep reviewing and stuff.
Chapter 3:
Things were going exactly according to Master Daemon's plans. Ok, he didn't exactly know what Daemon's plans really were because he was sure his master held certain information from them… but from what their master told them, things were working out perfectly.
And things were especially going well for him, the most loyal, dedicated, and useful member of what they liked to call themselves the 'Daemon Corps.' And the other two digimon knew it as well or else they were extremely thick-headed and had a serious case of denial. LadyDevimon and MarineDevimon had nothing on him, SkullSatamon! Oh, not to mention, Master Daemon had chosen him over the other two to be commander over master's army. And being commander over their forces meant that he could order the other two corps around. That was something the other two had not been happy about, but they were just going to have to get over it. Like he said, he was the best option and his master saw that and put him in charge. The other two Daemon corps just didn't have all of this that he had going on for them.
For a while, he was really left in the dark of their master's plans; all of them were for that matter. Three years ago, he had gone to Dragomon's castle in the Dark Ocean to tell the big buffoon to destroy the digidestineds. At the time, the digidestined possessing the dark spores was attempting to take control over the Digital World, and with the other digidestineds out of the way, the dark spores would continue to grow. What Master Daemon planned to do with the dark spores, he had no idea, but it, supposedly, was going to give master some sort of power that made him unbeatable. He tried to tell his master that there was no need for this power and that master was strong enough as he was right now to defeat the digidestineds, and early on his master had believed him. But once his master sat back and watched the digidestineds first defeat Dragomon and the revived Dark Masters and then MaloMyotismon, Master Daemon became more concerned with them and knew he needed to become stronger. After MaloMyotismon was defeated, that was when they had been ordered to gather up some of the strongest evil digimon. He, LadyDevimon, and MarineDevimon had then travelled the entire Digital World- yes, the entire Digital World- for the past three years convincing more and more digimon to become part of the forces, sometimes violently. And they weren't just searching for the weak of the weak like those dumb Veggiemon and not even Vilemon. No, they were looking for terrifying digimon like Devidramon, Cerberumon, WaruSeadrmon, and there were even some mega digimon that Daemon had brought like Darkdramon. This wasn't you're ordinary 'evil-guy's army; this was legit.
And he was in control of the forces ever since about a week ago. Master Daemon had promoted him and then ordered him to send a couple rogue digimon from the army out into the Digital World. Well, they already were in the Digital World, but it was an area that not many digimon went to. And even when a stray digimon would stumble across this place Daemon would confront them and either make the digimon join their forces or his master would just kill the digimon on the spot. Most likely it was the latter. And a couple of times the digidestineds and their digimon partners would come close to this place, but that was when his master would send out a rogue digimon to occupy them and force them away from their camp.
Which was where he was right now. His master had called him to speak in private, and he had to admit he was a little worried. His rogue digimon that he had been ordered to send out were not causing the digdesinteds much if not any trouble. Was his master about to kill him, or even worse, torture him? That wasn't something he wanted…
He looked up from the ground he had been staring at and continued to fly forward through the middle of the camp. He passed by a couple of tents that some of the digimon who actually had arms had built for themselves. Other digimon were sitting around a fire, talking. He looked up upon hearing a loud cry from above and saw a large purple and aqua-blue-colored bird with pink feathers on the ends of its wings. The digimon had sharp talons and beak and was pretty intimidating, despite the colors of its plumage. It was one of the digimon Master Daemon had found; an Ornismon.
Taking his eyes off of the bird digimon, he looked back up at the nearing mansion Master Daemon had built for himself. Actually, his master did not build it. Devimon had back when that digimon was working for Myotismon and using the dark gears; Daemon had just relocated the building. The feeling of dread inside him kept building up as he neared the mansion, not taking his eyes off of the building. Unfortunately for him, that was not a good idea.
"Argh!" he called out when he flew right into something hard but at the same time slimy and gross. He flew back from whatever it was he had run into and started brushing the slime off of his body.
"Heading to go see Master, I presume," an all too familiar voice spoke up. He looked up and saw that his suspicions were correct; MarineDevimon was standing in front of him with one of his tentacles blocking the pathway leading through the middle of camp where he had just been flying earlier.
He sighed, now wasn't the time for this, "What do you want MarineDevimon?"
Sensing his tone of urgency, MarineDevimon chuckled, "A little worried about your meeting I see, commander. Your pathetic rogue digimon haven't done anything."
"Oh please," a new, but also familiar voice said. He turned and saw LadyDevimon appear from the shadows caused by one of the camp's tents. "Like you could do much better," the she-demon added.
MarineDevimon's smug smirk was wiped off as anger was replaced, "This is not your place LadyDevimon."
"Oh but it is!" she said with a smirk of her own, "You sit back thinking you have so much power, but you are too afraid to do anything yourself!"
What was she trying to do? Master Daemon had ordered them not to go after the digidestineds themselves; supposedly he needed them for some big thing that was coming up… soon hopefully. So why was LadyDevimon urging MarineDevimon on? Something inside him told him it wasn't just a slip of words. He listened more intently as the two corps continued fighting.
"And look at you! I don't see you doing anything yourself, you hypocrite!" MarineDevimon fired. "Besides," he continued, "We were ordered not to go after them ourselves."
LadyDevimon started laughing, "You really think he cares about you? He's Master Daemon, he could defeat the digidestineds right now if he really wanted to, and you are simply one of his pawns. You mean nothing to him, and you haven't done anything to prove yourself either!"
MarineDevimon's anger intensified as he started growling, "I am not a pawn!"
"Then prove it!" LadyDevimon challenged.
"I'll show you! I'll show you, and I'll show Master Daemon! I'll show all of you! I am not a pawn! I am strong! I'm going to defeat the digidestineds by myself!" MarineDevimon yelled, and with that he turned and started running away from the camp.
"MarineDevimon!" he yelled at the digimon, "I order you not to go!"
MarineDevimon turned, "Sorry commander but I'm not your pawn either. Besides, I won't have to worry about you after your little meeting with Master. Have fun with that by the way. Know while you're being destroyed by master I'm going to be defeating the digidestineds!"
Oh, that's right; he still had his meeting with Master Daemon. Fuc…
"What were you thinking?" he asked, facing LadyDevimon.
She had an evil smirk on her face… a creepy one, too. That digimon could seriously be freaky sometimes. And those dark spirit things on her shoulder and elbow… creepy.
"Master's orders," she passed it off acting like it was nothing.
"Master's orders?" he asked incredulously, "What do you mean mast…?"
She cut him off though, "You honestly don't believe you're the only one he trusts anymore. I've had secret missions here and there, one of them being to get rid of that one," she said nodding her head towards MarineDevimon who was already a good ways away from camp.
"And you tricked him into fighting the digidestineds so he could be destroyed?" he asked.
She nodded, "And if by some miracle that will never happen he does manage to destroy a couple of the digidestineds then Master will praise me for my brilliant idea."
"I see…" he said, "Well I got a meeting…"
She cut him off again, though- she really needed to stop doing that, he was the commander here, not her. "I do too. Now let's go before we're late and he really does contemplating destroying us."
He nodded before they both took to the air and flew off through the camp towards the mansion. They both were relatively fast fliers- he more so, but he flew a little slower so she could keep up- and made it to the mansion in a matter of minutes.
They walked up to the door and it opened up on its own, acting as if it possessed a mind of its own like it always did. For a second he thought he should try and flee to avoid his master's punishment, but that would probably end up doing more harm than help. No, better to face what was coming for him now and get it over with rather than running away and just delaying his eminent punishment.
"Don't look so afraid of your life, SkullSatamon," LadyDevimon said to him.
He looked to her in confusion, "I've let Master Daemon down. He's going to be…"
A not so loud but clearly audible, maniacal laughter that was neither his nor LadyDevimon's filled the mansion. He looked up towards the second floor and saw Daemon standing on the railing. His master jumped down and landed right in front of him and LadyDevimon, looking between the two of them with his piercing, silver eyes. His two purple and black wings extended out from his back and his horns protruded from his hood. His master was simply standing there, but there was something about Daemon's presence that made him feel chills throughout his entire body and want to be anywhere but here. He held his spot, though, as his master started to speak.
"SkullSatamon, do you honestly think I expected those rogue digimon of yours to destroy the digidestineds?" his master asked him.
He answered, "I… I suppose not, master."
"Master Daemon, I have followed your order and MarineDevimon is currently setting off on a suicide mission to destroy the digidestineds single-handedly!" LadyDevimon spoke up not hiding the pride in her voice. Just who did she think she was?
"Ah," Daemon said, nodding, "Very good LadyDevimon. With that worthless digimon out of here we can advance to the next part of my grand scheme."
"Which is…?" he asked confusedly.
LadyDevimon scoffed, "Why, destroying the Digimon Sovereign, of course."
He looked first at her and then to his master, eyes wide open and jaw dropped. "What?" he asked, "We can't…"
He was cut off by Daemon though, "We can and we are going to destroy the Sovereign. With them out of the way we will be in control of the Digital World. Then we can make the digidestineds squirm as they try to figure out what's wrong. While they're not expecting it, we attack… after I take the dark spores from my precious Ken. Then we destroy them once and for all. But, first things first, Commander, assemble the troops and wait for my next order. LadyDevimon, if you would join me…"
"Of course Master Daemon," the she-demon replied instantly. She gave him an evil smirk of her own as she joined their master's side and the two of them flew back up to the second floor. LadyDevimon didn't leave without adding, "It'd be best to follow orders… commander."
What in the world was going on? Ok, Master Daemon was a very strong digimon, there was no doubting that, but he was going to test his powers against the Sovereign? That was a little extreme, and why hadn't he heard of this plan in the first place? He was the commander of Daemon's army. He was his master's second-hand mon. Hadn't his master given him authority over LadyDevimon and MarineDevimon as well? It seemed like he was being left out of so much of Daemon's plans, which reminded him of LadyDevimon's words from earlier. '…and you are simply one of his pawns.' That was what she had told MarineDevimon. And she had said one of his master's pawns meaning his Master had more than just one pawn. Was what LadyDevimon said just used to piss MarineDevimon off enough so he'd leave and get himself killed, or was she trying to tell him something as well? Could he be one of Master Daemon's pawns? And if so, who's to say his master wasn't using LadyDevimon as a pawn as well? One thing's for sure, he wasn't about to be anyone's pawn, not even Master Daemon's. But for now all he could do was follow orders, so he flew out of the mansion and started assembling the forces.
Wow, this day had turned out to be a rather crappy one. He had to wake up this morning much earlier than what he usually did to go to his organic chemistry class. His other two classes for the day had assigned a ton of homework which he hadn't been able to get any of it done due to the recent digimon attacks. Patamon had got hurt, and TK had gone off at him and left to stay at Willis's. Then when they were having one of their digidestined meetings- which they hadn't had in a long time due to nothing going on in the Digital World, until now that is- they had received two more distress calls. Biyomon had been attacked by Musyamon and then Wolfmon and Groundramon had showed up as well. Before the fight had even begun, Wolfmon had snatched his digivice making him and Gabumon completely useless for the fight. Agumon had to digivolve to WarGreymon to defeat all three digimon on his own. Then when they got back they had to wait for the others to get back. Izzy and Joe arrived about fifteen minutes later saying they were about to be defeated by a Tankdramon and SkullScorpiomon when Willis's digimon had arrived and saved them. They said TK was with him, but they had already gone off to find the portal that would take them to America with Mimi and Michael. After that, they had all decided it would be best to go home and call it a night, which he didn't object; he was so tired right now, but he had to go to his dad's place. Without TK.
Not even noticing it, he found himself standing in front of his dad's apartment door. Gabumon was standing next to him looking from the door to him. Finally realizing he didn't have a key, he lifted up their welcome mat sitting in front of the door and picked up the spare they always had lying there. Dropping the mat back down, he inserted the key and turned until the door was unlocked. He opened the door enough so he and Gabumon could get through, entered the apartment, and then locked the door behind him.
"Dad, I'm home!" he called out loudly.
"TK? Matt?" he heard his father call out worriedly. 'Great,' he thought to himself, his dad had probably stayed up stressing himself out thinking that something was wrong. Probably freaked himself out thinking TK would never come back and this time his brother had taken him as company. "Matt!" his father said as he walked up to him, relief evident on his face. That was short lived though.
"Where's TK?" his father asked sternly.
He sighed, "At Willis's?"
"What!?" his father was appalled.
"You heard me!" he snapped back.
Tilting his head in confusion his father asked, "Why is he…?"
"He got mad at me and left," he said simply.
"Yamato…" his father said. It took all the willpower in him not to slap his dad silly; he hated it when people used his real name.
"What?!" he fired back, a little more harsh than intended. But that was expected; he was already in a bad mood to start out with and his father wasn't exactly helping his mood.
"If you don't remember, we already lost TK once…" his dad started, but he cut his dad off.
"You don't think I remember that?! I was worse off than you…" but he too was cut off.
"Don't you dare think you had it worse than I did! You know how much I beat myself up, blaming myself for everything that had happened. I kept telling myself I was the worst father on the face of the planet… and once we got him back I vowed to never lose any of you ever again! And now what? TK's off with some stranger because you got all fussy with him…"
"Oh," he yelled back, his anger multiplying by the second, "You're going to blame this on me!? Unbelievable!"
"Isn't it true though? I know you have a bit of a temper Matt, and you let it get out of control and now TK is gone again!" his father hissed.
He was about to punch his dad across the face but Gabumon grabbed his arm, holding him back. Which probably was for the best; he could cause some damage. "You weren't even there!"
"I don't need… where are you going?!" his father called out, but he didn't get a chance to hear the rest; he was already slamming the door behind him, running through the hallway of the apartment complex, down the stairs, and out onto the streets of Odaiba. He stopped sprinting so he could gather his breath and turned when he heard his partner's voice coming from behind him saying, "Matt! Matt! Wait up Matt!"
"Sorry Gabumon," he mumbled, frustrated. How could his father blame him for TK's decision to stay the night away? Ok, he was worried about TK too- he was always worried about TK- but his dad was overreacting, right? He didn't really mean all that he had said, it was just out of frustration? The more he thought about it, though, the more he agreed with his father. It really was his fault that TK had left, and what if he didn't come back? What if something bad happened and they never got to see his little brother ever again?
"Matt, are you ok?" Gabumon asked.
"It's all my fault Gabumon," he said, the frustration leaving as sadness replaced it, "I shouldn't have been so overprotective of TK! I really am the one to blame!"
Gabumon grabbed his shoulders- which was really hard for the digimon as he had kept on growing taller over the years but Gabumon had stayed the same height. "Matt," Gabumon said, "You can't honestly believe that! You were just being a loving, caring brother! TK overreacted and he shouldn't have done that… although you were being a bit overprotective."
"So it is my fault!" he concluded.
"What?" Gabumon asked confused, "Did you not just listen to me?"
" 'I was being a bit overprotective,' heard you loud and clear," he answered.
"Matt! I…" but he once again interrupted his partner.
"It's ok Gabumon. I understand. It's just been a rough day," he said, smiling at his partner. Honestly he didn't feel any better at all, but he was done trying to talk about it; he needed some time to think things over. Besides, he might be overreacting and TK would more than likely apologize the next day and be back in Odaiba. He sighed heavily and said, "Come on, let's go to my place."
Tai was going to be there, and more than likely he was already asleep and- due to him being a heavy sleeper- he wasn't going to have to worry about him waking up. And the good thing was that his apartment wasn't too far away from his dad's place.
He and Gabumon walked silently through Odaiba, and they hadn't passed by many people either, which was good for them since Gabumon didn't have a disguise on him. The people who walked by him at this time of night either didn't look up from the sidewalk or were drunk and trying to find their way to the next bar. As he walked- still thinking about all that had happened today- he took his phone out and started a new message. It was addressed to TK and he wrote, "Are you ok?"
He put his phone back in his pocket and continued walking. He checked his phone periodically, but he didn't receive any messages. Could TK still be mad at him? Or, even worse, was he in danger and couldn't respond!? He was about to dial his brother's number and see if he would answer when he heard a beep and saw he received a new message. He tilted his head in confusion seeing it was from a random number, and opened the message. He read,
"Hey, this is Willis! TK apparently doesn't want to talk to you right now, but he says 'he's perfectly fine and doesn't need you to…' the rest got graphic and I don't want to ble*p my text. Don't worry, I'm working on him."
Well that answered one of his questions. On one hand TK was perfectly fine, but on the other he was still mad at him. Oh well, maybe Willis would be able to talk some sense into his little brother… he hoped.
"Uh, Matt, isn't this your guys' place?" Gabumon asked him.
He turned to the building Gabumon was pointing at with one of his claws and realized he was just about to walk past the place. He rubbed his eyes- he really needed to get some sleep- and yawned as he walked into the apartment building. His and Tai's place was on the first floor so it didn't take long before he was taking his key out and unlocking the door.
He tried to enter the apartment as quietly as possible. The only light in the place was one of the small kitchen lights, but that was enough for him to look around a little bit. He saw Agumon asleep on the couch lying next to… Biyomon?
He nearly jumped out of his shoes when Gabumon ran his foot into one of the chair's in their living room legs and howled out in pain.
"What? Who's there?" he heard Tai's voice call out.
Why was Tai still up? Hadn't he said he was going straight to bed once he got back?
"It's probably just Agumon getting a drink," a girl's voice said.
"Right," Tai said, "Now, shall we continue?"
"Gladly," the girl answered.
It took him half a second afterwards to realize who was in the room with Tai. And guessing by the sounds he was now hearing- which were… disturbing to say the least- his suspicions were confirmed.
Anger returning to him, he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him- this time not forgetting Gabumon, though- and found himself back on the streets of Odaiba. He kicked the nearest thing in range of his foot and was holding his foot in pain as soon as his foot had come into contact with the fire hydrant- apparently fire hydrants hurt your foot if you kicked them really hard, go figure.
"Matt, why are you so angry?" Gabumon asked.
Ok, that was a good question. Why was he so mad? Tai and Sora were in a relationship, so it was only normal for them to be doing what they were doing at this very moment. Especially since he had told Tai that he wasn't going to be at the apartment. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to rip Tai's head off, though. But Tai was his best friend, and Sora was a great friend too, and he was happy for the two of them… right? He wasn't so sure right now, and, quite honestly, he was too tired to worry about his thoughts and emotions right now. What he needed was a place to stay for the night- he really didn't want to sleep next to the homeless guy who was already asleep on the bench on the other side of the street.
He quickly listed off the names of his closest friends- all digidestineds of course- and stopped once he got the perfect choice. He dialed his friends number quickly and put the phone to his ear.
"Matt, what in the world do you want?!" Izzy growled tiredly over the phone.
He was so relieved Izzy was still awake, "Izzy, I need a place to stay!"
"Your dad's place? Yours and Tai's apartment? Are none of those two options qualified enough for your sleeping needs?" Izzy asked.
He shook his head even though Izzy couldn't see it, "No, I can't go there. Can I crash at your place?"
Izzy hesitated before saying, "Yeah, that's fine. I'll leave the door unlocked. You and Gabumon, I presume he will be accompanying you, can sleep on the couch. Just make sure you lock the door."
"Ok, thanks a lot Izzy," he said.
Izzy mumbled something he couldn't understand and then hung up the phone.
"Do we… do we have a place to stay?" Gabumon asked in-between yawns.
He nodded causing Gabumon to smile. And once again he was walking the streets of Odaiba giving up trying to comprehend all that was going on through his mind and shutting down his mind. He really needed some sleep…
The room was silent as he was sound asleep. The sun was already well past rising and up high in the sky signaling mid-day. The apartment was quiet save for the sound of his snoring; he was the only one living in the apartment located just outside of his med-school- unless you counted his partner, Gomamon, who sometimes would stay the night periodically. Mostly empty space, the apartment consisted of his bedroom, a couch sitting in front of a medium-sized television which was his living room, a small kitchen, and then the bathroom. The peacefulness of the small room was short lived as he rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed.
This had been one of his most peaceful sleep times; he hadn't woken up during the night, not even once! Although he had stayed up late last night, he didn't study like he usually did most of the night- which he realized he should've studied a little bit last night but the distress calls he and Sora received and then taking care of Gomamon before he gave up and went to bed had occupied made him lose any will to study. He instantly got out of bed- reluctantly of course because his bed seemed to get more comfortable the more he stayed in it- as he remembered the state Gomamon was in before he had gone asleep.
He had felt so useless. Despite all that he had learned throughout med-school, he didn't have any clue what was wrong with Gomamon. Ok, the things that happened to digimon were a lot more different than what could happen to humans, but the same concepts applied to both. The problem was that he didn't know how to help Gomamon. Last night, all he could see wrong with Gomamon was a puncture wound that had to be from SkullScorpiomon. Besides being unconscious as well, those were the only things wrong with his partner, but no matter what he did to help his partner, Gomamon wouldn't wake up.
He quickly walked over to the couch where his partner was sleeping. Fear gripped him, though, as he saw his partner. Gomamon was shivering violently as if he was extremely cold, but when he put his hand on his partner's forehead, he quickly had to take his hand off because of the fever Gomamon had. The puncture wound was red and swollen indicating that the wound was infected; which was weird because he had made sure to clean the wound multiple times before he had gone to bed.
Luckily for him he had left the disinfectant supplies he had used the previous night on the end table next to the couch. He grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured a fair amount on a wash cloth. He then applied the wet washcloth onto the puncture wound only to hear Gomamon cry out in pain.
"Sorry bud, but I got to do this," he told his partner, petting his partner's head.
Gomamon seemed to relax a little bit, but he still bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. And Gomamon still didn't open his eyes. This didn't look too well. The wound should not have been infected when he had been so precarious cleaning the wound the previous night… unless the wound wasn't infected at all. What had SkullScorpiomon yelled out when they had attacked them. There was 'Black Out' where the skull scorpion exhaled a black smog- which was not fun- and then there was 'Poison Pierce.' That was it! The wound wasn't infected; Gomamon had been stabbed by SkullScorpiomon's poison tail.
Upon this conclusion he started flipping out. That venom had been affecting Gomamon for the entire night, and with the way things were looking right now, it didn't look like Gomamon had much time left before… he couldn't say it. He needed to do something, but there was nothing that he could use to get rid of a digimon's poisonous venom. His specialty was people, not digimon. And there weren't going to be any other people who could do more than what he already had. He needed a digimon's help; a digimon who could heal. Ok, Agumon wasn't going to help at all- unless he could burn the venom, but Gomamon's body was already trying to do that with his fever-, neither was Gabumon, Biyomon, Palmon, Tentomon, or Gatomon. What other digimon were there. Patamon, Veemon… wait a second! Patamon could digivolved into MagnaAngemon and wasn't one of his attacks called "Magna Antidote?" That had to be his best shot.
His mind was already one step ahead of him as he found himself already running back to his bedroom to take his phone off his nightstand. He quickly scrolled through his contacts and found TK's number before pressing the 'call' button.
Tapping his foot, he impatiently waited for TK to answer. One, two, three rings… was he not going to answer?
"Come on TK, I need you right now," he said as he looked back to Gomamon who was still shaking violently
"Joe? Joe are you there?" he heard TK ask tiredly.
"Yes!" he quickly responded, "TK I need you! Can you come to my place right now?"
"What? Why?" the blonde asked.
He didn't have time for this, "Gomamon got hurt bad last night by SkullScorpiomon and I think SkullScorpiomon's poison pincer got him. I need MagnaAngemon to heal him now before he…"
TK thankfully spoke up before he said what he really was trying to avoid thinking about, "I understand. Patamon's still weak from last night as well, but I think he'll be able to digivolve. Willis and I will be right over."
Oh, he had completely forgotten about Patamon being injured. And why was Willis going to be with him? Who was Willis anyway…oh, Willis was the other blonde kid from America- the one who wasn't Michael. He didn't have time, though, so he quickly added, "Ok, thanks. I hope for Gomamon's sake that Patamon has the strength to digivolve; I'm not sure how much time he has left. Please hurry!"
"We're on our way," TK said before hanging up. He hung up as well before he walked back to his partner. He wished upon his lucky stars that everything would turn out alright.
He was exhausted. Like, beyond exhausted. He should've gone to bed like ten hours ago, but the whole time-change thing was screwing with his sleep schedule. After he and Willis had come across Joe, Izzy, Mimi, and Michael being attacked by a SkullScorpiomon and saved them, they, along with Mimi and Michael, had returned to America- New York City to be exact. They had come back through Willis's laptop and thus landed in his room. Mimi and Michael had stayed to talk for a little while in Willis's room before leaving- which had taken them a lot longer than what it should have because they had to smuggle their partners out of the house so Willis's mom didn't see them. They finally had been able to get out of the house, and he had gone back to Willis's room to lie on the bed next to his partner- who still wasn't awake yet making him a bit uneasy- and was about to fall asleep when Willis had entered the room with a look of horror on his face.
"Dude, it's not even one-o-clock yet!? What are you doing?" Willis asked, appalled.
"I'm sleeping," he answered simply.
"Terriermon, Lopmon, don't let him fall asleep. I'll be back in a second," Willis said before leaving the room.
"Right!"
"Gotcha boss!" Terriermon and Lopmon both called out putting their little paws to their foreheads in a mock salute. He didn't think anything of it, but then the twin digimon had started jumping up and down on his stomach.
"Wakey Wakey buddy boy!" Terriermon yelled over his and Lopmon's giggles.
"This is fun!" Lopmon said happily.
"Stop this! Get off me!" he tried, but the two digimon wouldn't stop up. After minutes of trying to push the two digimon off of his stomach, he had finally given up.
"Ok, ok," he said as he sat up, "I'm not falling asleep. I'm sitting up, see?"
"Good job you guys," Willis was standing by the doorway laughing. He was holding onto two tall, black pop cans.
"How long were you standing there?" he asked, annoyed.
"Only a couple seconds, minutes… you know I really don't remember," Willis laughed.
He laughed sarcastically, "Very funny. So what's that?"
"Your new best friend," Willis answered handing him one of the cans. The label said Monster, but that didn't help him at all seeing he never heard of Monster before. The design on the can looked cool, but that didn't mean that what was inside was good too.
"Umm…." he was confused.
"They're energy drinks. You drink them and they give you a big burst of energy. I use them whenever I want to stay up all night. Drink one of those babies and you for sure won't be tired anymore," Willis told him.
"Really? Does it taste good?" he asked.
Willis nodded, "Yupp. Now, shall we?"
He popped the can open and held his Monster up to Willis, "Cheers!"
Willis hadn't told him of this thing called a caffeine crash. Apparently this drink had caffeine in it which causes one to have a burst of energy, but once this burst ends, you end up feeling more exhausted and tired than you were before you drank the caffeine. Not to mention he had a major migraine going on.
But the night, well, day because he was in America, was really fun. Willis had shown him all around New York City showing him the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, Central Park, and the Empire State Building. Willis had also stopped at a random bar called "McGee's Pub and Restaurant." He was confused as to why this pub was so much more intriguing than the millions of others they had passed by, but Willis explained it was the same bar used in one of his favorite television shows called 'How I Met Your Mother,' or something like that. After spending the day touring New York, they had gone back to Willis's place where his mom had burgers on the grill with baked potatoes and then ice cream for dessert. Apparently Willis's mom had not cooked the meal because 'she couldn't cook to save her life,' so they're butler had cooked the meal- to which upon finding out Willis had a butler he had questioned his friend in awe who simply passed it off for them being rich. He wanted a butler. After they had eaten was when his caffeine high had ended to which Willis had given him another Monster. Then they spent the rest of the night talking, watching How I Met Your Mother- which he had to admit was his new favorite television show of all time even though he had no idea what they were saying and had to read the Japanese subtitles. After they had watched ten or so episodes of HIMYM, Joe had called, and that left him to where he was now.
Although he had had a great time, he still was upset about Patamon. At least Patamon was awake now. While they were watching an episode of Willis' and his new favorite show called 'Slapsgiving,' Patamon had started moving around and finally woke up. He was so happy Patamon was awake and he had interrogated his partner to make sure he was ok, but he couldn't blame himself for what had happened. If he had gotten to the Digital World sooner then maybe Patamon could've digivolved and defeated Cerberumon before he got hurt. And he also couldn't stop thinking about how much of a jerk he had been to his brother. Matt had only wanted to make sure he was ok, and, ok, he was very overprotective, but that was only because his brother really cared about him and didn't want to lose him. He couldn't stop himself, though, from going off at Matt.
Ever since Kari had freed him from the dark spiral's control and he returned to the others, they had all treated him as if he was a baby. Everyone tried to protect him whenever there was a battle going on, even little battles like the one against Cerberumon. He really tried to suffer through the 'baby'-ing the others were treating him with, but it had just been getting too much. Yesterday, or later today- ah, his headache- was the last straw. And then Matt had texted him asking if he was ok when his brother knew he was at Willis's… yeah, he wasn't a child. He could look after himself.
And Willis had helped him a lot. While they were talking he was able to vent a lot of things he had been holding inside of him, and it felt really good. Willis was understanding and helped him talk through some things; Patamon, Terriermon, and Lopmon had helped him sort things out too. After he had vented about his brother and the others treating him like a child, Willis had then turned the conversation to the topic of Kari. Willis told him that he liked her and asked him if she would go out with him. He told Willis that Kari was dating Davis, but Willis simply said that the two of them didn't belong together. And he had to agree with that, but that might have been just because he really didn't like Davis that much. When Willis asked if he would be mad that Willis liked Kari, he was confused. Willis said that it was obvious that he liked Kari, but he refused. He told Willis about Kiyomi- whom he had like ten text messages from and really needed to talk to- but Willis said that his relationship with her wasn't going to last because he loved Kari. It was at that point that Joe had called and asked him to come to Japan.
Which led him to where he was right now, on a beach lined with phone booths walking to the next portal leading to Japan. He remembered this place; when he was a little kid on his first adventure and other times after that. He told Willis how this was the place where Agumon first digivolved to Greymon to defeat a Shellmon. As they continued to walk, Willis continued to ask him about their first adventure, which he hadn't been a part of.
"So, what was your first adventure like?" Willis asked.
"Umm, well, from what I remember there was a lot of walking," he answered.
Patamon spoke up, "There was. And a lot of running too."
"From evil digimon," he added.
"Like Kuwagamon," Patamon continued.
He kept on going with it, "And Etemon."
"Wasn't there a Myotismon?" Lopmon asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, and Piedmon."
"And wasn't there a Devimon?" Terriermon asked.
He instantly looked down at the ground. Devimon was a touch subject, and that was one of the things he completely remembered from his first adventure. Patamon had sacrificed himself to defeat Devimon; just like when they faced Dragomon and Piedmon.
Willis was glaring at Terriermon and Lopmon had hit the green and white rabbit digimon in the back of the head.
"Hey, what was that for?" Terriermon angrily asked.
"For bringing up Devimon," Lopmon fired back.
"No," he said before the two digimon could start one of their fights, "It's alright. Yeah, Devimon was one of the evil digimon we had to defeat."
"The first major one too. He used these things called black gears to control other digimon and make them do his will," Patamon added.
"You mean like the dark rings and dark spirals Ken used when he was Emperor?" Willis asked.
He nodded and was about to say something when he heard a big splash coming from the ocean. He turned and saw a huge digimon rising up out of the water. This digimon had bright red eyes and a red jewel-looking thing on his forehead. Two tentacles shot out of the digimon's back, and he had two tentacles as arms as well. The digimon had a pointed head in the shape of a cone and he had blackish-blue skin. Maybe it was just cause they were talking of the digimon, but something about this digimon reminded him of Devimon… just in a marine form or something.
"Willis, we need to digivolve," Terriermon said quickly.
"Right," Willis said grabbing his digivice, "Digi…"
"Evil Wind!" the aquatic digimon interrupted while drawing his four tentacles backwards and then thrusting them forwards. Purple wisps of air flew right at them at a high speed and pushed them back into the ledge behind them. He crashed hard and landed on his knees.
"Evil Wind!" the evil digimon called out again, but he reacted before the attack was sent.
"Willis, run, quick!" he yelled out before picking Patamon up- who had fallen to the ground due to the attack- before turning to the side and running as fast as he could. He hoped Willis had heard him and was able to dodge the attack which he heard fly by behind him. He ran without turning back to see if Willis and his partners were ok, though, and kept sprinting as fast as he could. His body was telling him to stop due to his caffeine crash and migraine, but he couldn't unless he wanted to be killed by this strange digimon. Was it too much to ask for to be left alone so he could finally sleep? Apparently it was.
