REWRITE
Is this story not as good as the last one? I'm almost offended by the amount of reviews this story has compared to the orginal one... 64 reviews to 16 chapters. And 5 reviews to 3 chapters? Ouch...
Aurumon fluttered over to the table of the Royal Knight, the digimon's order clutched in his talons. "Here you go, Mr. Royal Knight sir. How are your missions going?" he asked, dropping the tray in front of the knight.
The white knight smiled with his eyes and thanked him. "Well enough, I hope. Actually… you may be able to help me. You get a lot of digimon around here, right?"
"Why yes sir, Gallantmon sir. I get them from all four quadrants. All different species. All different levels. I figure that I must have seen every species of digimon that there is!" after a second question, Aurumon perched on the table, tucking his wings against him. "Yes, I'm friendly. What can I say? I love being able to talk with digimon. Is that a crime now?"
A deep chuckle sounded from the very bottom of Gallantmon's belly. He picked up the fork and started pushing his food back and forth on the plate. "Not unless it was recently created, I don't think so. Have any of your customers spoken of a boy around here?"
"A human? In the Digital World? Why, Gallantmon, I've heard that you're rather friendly around the beasts, but I thought that you would know: Humans never come to the Digital World. That first time was an accident." Aurumon's eyes scrunched beneath his goggles. "You're a strange one, Gallantmon."
"Um… thanks? I think? But you haven't heard any stories or anything? Please, it's important. Just of one boy. He has bright red eyes and light brown hair. Are you sure? Think of everything from the past two years."
"Everyhting? Well, that's a lot of stories… alright. Hmm… I seem to remember something about a kid… don't know what…. Oh wait, that was from a DemiDevimon, and those things, they lie through their teeth like no tomorrow. Bastard even left without paying… hmm… no, I've got nothing. Sorry."
"What? No, there must have been something!" exclaimed Gallantmon, setting his fork down. His stomach grumbled uncomfortably.
Aurumon sighed but shook his head. He hopped down and flapped his wings. "Sorry, Gallantmon, but that's all. Ask around a little more, I'm sure you'll find this story of yours. Enjoy your meal."
The usually friendly owl digimon flew away, grumbling under his breath.
Gallantmon sighed, giving in to his urge to eat, and started on his meal, golden eyes narrowed cautiously. After all… 'now what do I do?'
He finished his meal and returned the dishes, paying at the front. A Wormmon took the money and smiled at him, setting it in the register. "Have a good mission!"
…As though that was reassuring.
The village was tiny compared to Drasilya. Though it was nothing like the Sand Dune Village in the Digi Desert (as his friends had so aptly named it) that the Chuchidarumon lived in, it was about that size. This one held digimon of all types. Refugees stopped here to rest, taking the services offered by digimon like Aurumon and Swanmon, the local nurse. The teacher Lekismon taught anyone who she deemed needed to be taught, who was basically everyone. Actually, Omnimon and he had come here to try and stop the refugee-housing village. They'd reported it stopped, but neither he nor Omnimon could see the poor digimon torn from their new families.
The rubbed his gauntlets together, relaxing upon the soothing touch that his armor gave him. It reminded him of the first time that he'd Biomerged. More importantly, it reminded him of Takato.
…Which could technically be placed in the same category, technically. He couldn't Biomerge without Takato!
He started walking in no obvious direction, but soon enough the tiny, slightly rundown school came into view, and Gallanton spotted Lekismon standing above a few In-Training digimon, scolding them. He watched on in amusement.
"You could have gotten yourself hurt! Or worse yet, deleted! What are you thinking? What would your Swanmon have to say?" she demanded.
"Sorry?" offered a little Budmon, her spikes poiking out nervously.
"You may be, but I'm not." Replied one Missimon, crossing his arms.
Gallantmon felt his eyebrows rise. He walked forward to offer the young teacher assistance. "Lekismon? Perhaps I can help?"
Lekismon looked up and smiled at him. "…Gallantmon, right? There's no need, these little ones just aren't listening. They painted all over the faces of some of the village elders during naptime. I still haven't gotten it all off of everyone." She said.
Gallanmton laughed to himself, tring to not encourage the children with it. "Now, why ever would they do that?" he asked, peering down at the two.
Missimon grinned, Budmon offered a tiny smile. "Because the elders are always so mean!"
"They're just grumpy because they're old. And they know more than you. If you want to get anywhere, I'd recommend gaining their favor. Though judging by how it turned out, I don't think that you'll get anywhere." Gallantmon commented.
Missimon snorted. "Where could we go that we'd need an elder?" he asked.
"Well… what do you want to do?"
"I want to be a Royal Knight! 'Cept I don't think I can, I don't digivolve into any Exalted Knights. That's what it takes right? I'm gonna be like a Royal Knight, then!"
Gallantmon chuckled a little. "You can't be like a Royal Knight if digimon don't trust you. And if the elders trust you, then other digimon will trust you. It goes hand in hand." He explained.
Missimon narrowed his eyes. He looked down at his claws. "…Okay! I'm going to go apologize. C'mon Budmon, let's go! We'll be back soon, Lekismon!" he cried, turning around to head toward the town. Budmon gave a confused look, but followed nonetheless.
Lekismon turned to look at him, shocked. "You really need all that to become a Royal Knight?" she asked.
Gallantmon snorted. "Pfft, I don't know! But it certainly seemed to work, didn't it?"
Lekismon blinked once, then twice. Her shoulders started shaking as she started laughing. "Yes, yes it did, Gallanton. Yes it did…"
