I do not own Digimon. I just own my Oc's.
Chapter 2
Prisoners of the System
Ah, detention. What kind of school experience would it be without it?
Kaya pondered this as she sat in the art room, which also doubled as the detention room.
It was messy, with paint splatters seen in every single corner of the room, up to and including the ceiling. Charcoal smudges could be seen on the walls as well, some by accident, and others on purpose, with signatures and drawings of random things differentiating the two. The tables all had at least one sculpture on them, probably due to the workings of the 3-D art class. Because it was used as an art studio, the room had excellent lighting, perfect for capturing the glow of the afternoon sun and wonderful tool for lessons on creating shadows on paper.
All in all, not the worst place in the world to have detention.
Kaya used her extra time to finish the homework she had begun in lunch. She did have a good two hours, so she might as well use them.
As she made her way to the last assignment on her list (science), Kaya heard the door open and looked up to see who it was.
She smiled.
"Hey, Annie."
The redhead scowled.
"Shut up, Kaya."
Ellie Lancaster was girl known for two things: her bright red hair, and her ferocious temper.
In all honesty, Kaya knew if Ellie wasn't friends with her and the others, she'd probably release this legendary temper of hers on all of them. And if she did, they would've all been dead before 4th grade.
Luckily, Ellie was their friend, so Kaya just kept on smiling.
"Oh come on, El. You were practically born for the part."
"Whatever. So how did your prank on that bitch Markov go?"
"Splendid, darling. Just splendid. And what about your revenge against your boyfriend, Michael?"
"He's not my boyfriend! Anyways, it went just as planned, meaning that pretty boy got the ultimate punishment."
"Magnificent as usual, Ellie."
Conversing during their shared penance, the two friends came to a subject that had been the talk of the town for the past few months.
"Did you hear about that new explosion on Saturday?"
"I think the entire freaking United States heard about it, Kai. It was in the Bronx, right?"
"Yeah. Apparently, it caused a building to burn up in flames."
"You're joking."
"No shit, Sherlock. But really, should you be this surprised?"
"True. Weird stuff like this has been happening for months."
"Who do you think's responsible?"
"Personally, I think its terrorists, but with little to no lead, I can't really be sure."
"Some people think that it could be one of the major gangs."
"Can't be. The police should've been able to crack down on them by now. Besides, the events are either too subtle or have too much damage."
"True. You know, they found something weird at the Bronx explosion."
"What?"
"Some sort of bluish sludge. It smelled awful, as if it were from the actual sewer."
"How did shit from the sewer make its way above ground?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
Strabimon was…annoyed, to say the least.
It had been 6 weeks since he and Joltmon came to the human world. And so far, it had consisted of nothing but sheer grunt work.
On their third day in the human world, they had found an Agumon causing trouble with the local population. Strabimon, being in the vicinity, put the Agumon in his place and, with Joltmon's assistance, sent him through a portal back to the digital world. A portal that neither of them could pass through.
When Strabimon asked Joltmon if digimon came to the human world often, she replied that some did, but never had they tried to cause trouble. So, this case was particularly ominous.
As the days went on, the two found that not only were digimon in the human world in such large number, they also happened to be the cause of several occurrences which had a plagued this city for a good number of months, before Strabimon and Joltmon even came here. Though none had actually revealed themselves to any humans, it was becoming apparent that these digimon did not care if they were found out. And, more importantly, were causing the humans fear and grief on purpose.
All of this resulted in more time hunting down and sending back these rogue digimon, and less time searching for any answers or leads to answers.
So yes, Strabimon was annoyed.
Oh well. At least he could take out his frustration on the idiots who were foolish enough to cause trouble.
Sitting on one of a multitude of boxes in an abandoned warehouse, located in a place in the city called 'Broncs', Strabimon pondered over several things, mainly how things were faring back home. He thought about his brother, his friends, his sensei, and his life before in general.
These musings were put to a particularly resounding pause by one excruciatingly noisy digimon.
"HEY! STRABIMON! QUIT BEING ALL EMO AND ANGSTY WOLF AND SEE WHAT I GOT!"
The digimon in question sighed, but he complied, jumping from the mount of boxes and landing gracefully onto the ground.
For a student of Shamanmon, a digimon known for his rather quiet and insightful temperament, Joltmon was incredibly loud. She hated order and authority in any way, shape, or form, and had the mouth of sailor. With all of that, in conjunction with her rather spirited attitude, Strabimon honestly could not figure out how she was Shamanmon's student.
He also could not help but note how small she was. Granted, she was only a rookie, but he was too and he was significantly larger in stature than she was. However, this was to Joltmon's advantage in the human world. She was a digimon with an appearance similar to an exotic dog or a fox. However, unlike a Renamon, she walked on all fours, with her front and back legs covered in white fur, also coming in as a ruff around her neck. The rest of her was covered in yellow fur, with spiky yellow fringe around her tail. Her ears, yellow as well, were rather large, but proportional to her tiny body, and tiny black eyes gave her the appearance of a seriousness that was not at all present. All in all, her appearance and size allowed her to walk around freely in the human world and pass as a stray exotic dog. Strabimon, on the other hand, had to stay indoors during the day, and walk within the shadows at night, due to his anthropomorphic canine appearance.
As Strabimon looked on at his companion, he thought she looked utterly ridiculous, slurping what she called an 'icey' and wearing a green crown thing on top of her head, which served to only make her look smaller than she already was.
"You want my 'icey'?
"No, but thank you for offering it."
"Ugh, you're no fun. Why do you have to be such a kill joy? Come on, try it. I promise you, you'll like it. It tastes AMAZING!"
"No thank you."
"Then why not go out to the park with me? There's a lot of awesome stuff that humans do there! It looks like a lot of fun."
"Joltmon, I cannot afford to go out in broad daylight. Though your appearance allows you to blend in fairly well, mine does not. If I were to go out, I would only scare people."
"Oooooh, yeah right.."
Another thing about Joltmon: she loved to socialize. With just about anyone and anything within a mile radius. She talked and talked so much, that Strabimon did not doubt her ability to befriend a rock.
Strabimon did genuinely like Joltmon, and he found her personality rather refreshing. It was just that he had…difficulty talking to people. It was his greatest fault so to speak. Back home, his friends, and even his brother Shisamon found it to be a tremendous task to get him to utter at least a sentence. Flamon had even once said, word for word, "If Strabimon and a rock had a 'no speaking at all even during the frickin' apocalypse' contest, Strabimon would win. Hands down." It wasn't like he didn't like people, it was just that he rarely knew how to exactly phrase his words. As such, he found silence to be a much more comforting option.
Joltmon continued to plow on with her latest venture into the city, talking about tall buildings, squares that have something to do with clocks, and some woman named Lady Liberty whose appearance, Joltmon said, was similar to that of Ophanimon.
Strabimon half listened to Joltmon's never ending monologue (out of politeness) while the rest of his mind wandered in thought. This eventually led him to muse about their latest encounter with a rogue digimon. Or, rather, two.
They had been a duo consisting of an Impmon and a Raremon. The Impmon had been easy enough to send back home. The Raremon, on the other hand, was extremely difficult, simply because of the fact that, while Impmon had a body to transport back, Raremon, for all intents and purposes, was nothing but a giant mound of sludge given sentience. Any attack used on him ended in either being absorbed by him or giving him more power. In the end, he had caused so much trouble that he had caused the explosion that was the latest talk amongst the humans by inadvertently using his acid sludge attack on a gasoline tank.
After all of that mess, and then some, he and Joltmon still hadn't managed to restrain him and send him back to the Digital World. He had gotten away by sliding into the city's sewer system. Strabimon suspected that he was still somewhere down there, since Raremon's appearance wasn't exactly discreet.
Internally, he sighed. He would have to scout the entire city to see where he would turn up. Later in the afternoon would do, he supposed.
So, Strabimon's annoyed and Kaya's amused. Odd combination, but then again, that's how they're supposed to work.
To those who were expecting that Strabimon would act more rude and cold like Kouji, you must keep in mind; this isn't Kouji we're dealing with. This is Strabimon, and, like anyone else, Strabimon has his own personality. Honestly, I feel the same goes for the other Legendary Warriors as well. True, they are similar to their human counterparts, but the differences are there, and for the similarities they share, there are probably differing reasons for these traits. Take Strabimon and Kouji. They're both quiet and stoic characters who tend to keep to themselves. However, Kouji developed these traits through feelings of resentment and detachment towards his father and stepmother, never knowing his birth mother, and never staying in one place for too long. Strabimon, on the other hand, is just naturally that way, due to the fact that, in a lot of ways, he's rather unsure of himself and shy around people.
P.S- Kudos to anyone who gets what Joltmon is first referring to when she talks about her N.Y.C adventure (After the Icee, of course).