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Chapter 3: In Which I Go Back to Nowhere
Go back…but how? And to where?
So imagine this. You're home alone cleaning your room, when all of the sudden, you get a headache with enough pain to rival a hangover. (Don't ask how I know what one feels like. It wasn't one of my better moments.) After that (painful ass fuck)headache-hangover- ends, you find a man inside your house.
No, but not just any man, a man from your dreams. (And no, not those kind of dreams) You've seen his unkempt blonde mane flying in the wind more times than you can count, seen through his blue eyes so many strange things, worn that strange red-gold armor long enough to know that it's not as heavy as it seems.
So what would you do? Try your best to get him out through use of force? Call the police? Although those seem like good answers, I can tell you what I'd do. Or rather, what I did. You guessed it; I did something so manly it beats all those other answers asses. (While taking their girlfriends.)
I fainted. (Fell asleep…on my face.)
I know all of you guys are like, 'Whoa, Takuya, you're so manly,' right? No, you say? I didn't think so either. But I digress. When I woke up, he was still there, blue eyes pouring over me like he was almost worried. He sat in the chair by my desk, and had apparently moved me, for I was lying in my bed.
Suddenly, I jolted awake, springing forward into sitting position while nearly screaming my ass off. (Bad idea.) I got a headache for a quick second, then decided to lay back down. By now, armor-blond-guy was staring at me like I was an idiot (which I have been told quite often).
"What," It came out half whisper, half scream, "the hell are you doing in my house?" He looked shocked, almost as if I should know why. "So you don't know me?" He asks, and for a second, I think I should, but the feeling goes away. "This isn't good. You're supposed to know…I need you to know." (Okay…time to freak the hell out now.) "Look, dude, I don't know you. At all. You broke into my house…maybe. So I would really appreciate it if you start talking."
He sighs. "I was hoping I didn't have to do this. I thought that maybe…just maybe…one of you didn't forget." He walks closer, hair (somehow) billowing in the (nonexistent) wind, and clenches his fist. For a moment, I think he's going to punch me, and I flinch.
The punch does not come, yet I wish it had. As I watch his hand, it effortlessly bursts into flames. Then he thrust his fist, until the fire leaps off of him and heads straight at me.
Oh. Shit.
If you've ever seen fire, raise your hand. Ok, good. Now, if you've ever seen someone hurtle real fire at your body, raise your hand. (Ok, unless you're in Avatar or me, your hand should be down.) Now, normally I'd call you guys lucky, but I can be lucky too. (Finally!) Either the fireball completely missed or I got superpowers because I'm not dead. (I think.) I open my eyes to look for the Human Torch (Is this guy even human? Can I get sued for saying that if he is? I hope not.) and…
Wait a minute. Toto, I don't think we're in Shibuya anymore.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up. You've gotta work on that fainting problem, Takuya. It's just not manly." Holy son of a mother…where am I? Heat swirls inside of this new place, darkness dancing off the walls, and the ground seems like it's made of stone. "Hey, you bastard! Where the hell are you? Where the hell am I? And how do you know my name?" (And I don't have a fainting problem! I just fell asleep on my face!)
Suddenly, light shoots straight out of the ground. It's warm and liquid-like glow fills the room and oh shit it's lava! The armor guy (who just might be the devil…or Ms. Hadokin) jumps straight through like it's a sprinkler over a 10 foot gap, landing as close to me as possible. (Personal space, much?)
The smell of smoke assails my nose, his eyes burn with fury, fists aglow with flames. His hair…is on fire…but he's looking like he doesn't give a rat's ass, so it's pretty damn intimidating. "Watch your mouth, kid. If I didn't 'need' you…" His tone leaves an air of finality, the air around him burns and reeks of ash, and sweat pours down my face like…water…from a faucet. (It's hot damn it! Don't judge me!)
"Whatever. I'm Agunimon. Or Agnimon. My friends call me Agnis. I'm an ancient digital spirit and one- no, two on a technicality- time savior of a planet called the Digital World. You're inside my 'batcave'. It's a volcano. And I need you to help me save the world from the brink of war…again. Any questions?"
My mouth is open, shock etched on my face, now completely freaked out by this dude (spirt). I walk away from him very slowly. He wants to know if I have questions? ("Um yeah, how many meds are you currently on? Did you miss a dose?) And how can you technically save the world (it's called the Digital World) a second time? "Um…yes. No. Maybe. Why do you need me to save your world? You're a savior or whatever; go save it like you did before."
He sighs, the breath long and drawn out, and shakes his head. His blond hair falls into his eyes, and he blows it away. "Well…it's not that simple. I used to be the savior, back when I was alive, that is. But I had to call upon some…special…help the last time due to the departure of my living essence."
What? Can you speak stupid, please?
I stared blankly, not really comprehending what he said, but not not getting any of what he said. "Um…okay. Right…well, I'm not doing so well in…school (understatement of the week) right now, so could you explain that in a simple way?" I said it nervously, still unsure of how exactly to talk to Agnimon. Sweat poured down my brow, heat increasing to smothering levels inside the…"bat cave."
"Damn, you really aren't doing well? Okay then, well…have you read that 'Shaman King' series that was made in your world?" I nod, slowly, unsure of where this is going. "Good, because this would be awkward otherwise. Just pretend that I'm Amidamaru. "
"Oh." (That makes sense…sorta) "Well, if that's the case…how can I help you? I mean, if you're 'Amidamaru' right now, then we would have to find your -"
Do you get it?
"Oh. You mean…that I? Me? I was the savior of another world…and I don't remember this convenient bit of information why?" Dumbstruck, yet full of some strange concoction of both pride and anger, I yelled to him how I felt. "You're calling me back to save some world that didn't want me to remember it in the first place? Yeah right, like I'll help you."
After that riveting (sarcasm soup, yum!) speech, Agnimon bowed his head, blue eyes drooping to the floor in what I hoped was shame. The temperature of the air dropped rapidly, almost as if he were the spirit of some other element, (Like ice or snow.) before something strange (as if all of this wasn't strange enough) happened. He began glowing, a blue bar code wrapping around him, until what stood in front of me was…a dragon.
"You don't want to help? You think you have a choice? Damn Takuya, you really are stupid! If they destroy my world, what do you think comes next?"(Uh…Fairy World?)He was- not to sound punny- roaring at me, flames sputtering out of his mouth here and there. It was actually quite frightening. "I need you, even if you're a dumbass, so that both of our worlds don't cease to exist. So are you in or not?"
Oh. Well, if you put it like that…I should join up, right? I mean, wouldn't you? "Sure, sure, I guess I can help you. But what did you mean when you said others? And how will I contact you?" Yeah, I sure am full of questions today. (Stupid, stupid questions…but questions nonetheless) He chuckles, his enormous sharp teeth flashing out and scaring the shit out of me. (Again.)
"You'll figure it out in time, Takuya. But for now, you need to sleep. You never know when that attacks could start- maybe during class, a soccer game, on a date- I don't care and neither do they." (Harsh, much?) He walked up to me, fist clenched, (again?) flames yet again dancing across his fingertips, and the fire knocks me out cold.
Yola, it's Reiji.
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