Chapter 7 – Dagyaa!
Author's Note: For those of you who have the misfortune of not seeing the second season of Digimon in Japanese, dagyaa is something Armadimon says / adds to the ends of some sentences. I believe it's just some sort of word that doesn't really mean anything, and signifies that he's a happy little feller who's very expressive :D
Some battlefield
The sky was dark, and as far as one could see there was only dead bodies and splintered spears; rusty swords and chipped axes. The landscape was coloured red and the stench of rotting, decayed flesh made even the stoutest warriors gag.
Distant crackles of thunder were faintly heard among the cries of some still alive, being finished off by the remaining victors. One such man, a fairly tall one carrying a giant, blue sword, was simply walking from victim to victim, picking up certain items he found useful.
Suddenly, an ally of his creeped up from behind and shook his shoulder. The tall man, whose long, scruffy blonde hair covered his eyes partially, only saw a look of immense fear before it was overcome by one of no emotion, of death. From the corner of his eye, the tall man could see what the source of this was.
The assailant ran forth with his katana and attacked the tall man, and an epic battle ensued. Weapons clashed, punches and kicks were exchanged, and special abilities were used. Eventually, the battle came to a stand still, both men on the verge of death. With a lunge, the tall man went for the final strike, the one to end the conflict once and for all.
His sword came down swiftly, and it hit its mark. The only problem was, the intended victim was actually behind the tall man all along. The person the tall man had just attacked was in fact a decoy. The tall man cried out in pain as the ninja he had been facing finished him off for good, with a sword through the chest.
Hida Residence
"Gosh darnit!" shouted Armadimon, releasing the computer mouse from his strained, awkward grasp. Blood seeped down the screen in the game, and the word 'Defeated!' flashed in big, yellow letters in the middle. Armadimon pouted as he closed the program.
"That was the third time I tried to defeat the ninja warrior, but I keep falling for that trick of his, dagyaa! I should ask V-Mon what he did...he has beaten the game forty-nine times after all!"
The digital clock beside the computer blinked 11:47. Armadimon sighed, and his human partner, Iori, came into the room. The curtains were drawn to capture a more suitable atmosphere for playing a gory and violent video game. Iori turned on the bedroom light and beheld his partner. The small, yellow armadillo Digimon was on his stomach, his four limbs outstretched and his head dangling from the computer chair he was lying on. He looked up.
"Oh hi there, Iori! Back from kendō practice already, dagyaa?"
The young boy sat down on his bed, "Today was quick. I beat Grandpa a few times, so he said it was alright if I wanted to end a little early. Besides, I think I'll—" Armadimon had turned around and had started another game.
"Armadimon..." said Iori, shortly. His friend turned around quickly, with a sheepish smile on his face. He turned off the game again, and ran all around the room, opening the drapes. Armadimon hopped up on the bed beside Iori and looked up at him.
"Okay Iori, tell me all about it!"
"What I was going to say was that I was going to call Yuuka and see if we could go to the park with her for a bit."
Gotō Yuuka, a short, fifth grade girl, was one of Iori's friends who wasn't one of the 'famous' Chosen Children. She had straight, dirty blonde hair and usually wore dresses of various colours. Iori liked her because she was funny and cute, and as an added bonus she also had a Digimon, Kotemon.
This was why Armadimon now dreaded Iori's plan. He quite frankly hated Kotemon, because she was too serious and would always hit Armadimon with her shinai ( kendō sword ) if he had made a grammatical mistake when speaking or said something silly (which was quite frequently).
"Some Digimon need to lighten up...others just need to disappear, dagyaa!" was Armadimon's thought about her. He sighed as Iori continued.
"I suppose you will want to come with me if I go. It would be rather boring if you just stayed here all day, and if you came you could play with Kotemon. I know how you like to be around other Digimon, and since everyone else is usually busy, this would be good for you. Don't you agree?"
Armadimon's face twisted into a fake smile, "S-sure, Iori. It'll be...'great'."
Iori returned the expression with a more suitable, real smile, "Then it's decided!". He got up, turned off the bedroom light and went out to get the phone. Armadimon watched his partner leave. Whereas last year Iori was still a short, unassuming nine year old with a geeky haircut, he was now almost as tall as Daisuke and wore his now longer hair in a ponytail. His biceps had become bigger, through training, though he wasn't at all what you'd call a jock. All in all, he was growing up to be a handsome, strong man like his late father.
Iori reached for the phone, and grabbed the receiver. Before he could pull it up, though, it rang. Iori jumped a little, and pulled his hand back. He thought it rather queer, but reached for the phone again and picked it up.
Armadimon was watching from the doorway. He began to wonder who it was, hoping against all hopes that it was one of the guys, and that he'd be spared from Kotemon's wrath.
Iori was talking slightly quicker than usual, and being less polite, signifying that it was, indeed, one of the other Chosen Children. Armadimon let out a relieved sigh. He hastened back unto the bed when he saw Iori returning. He lay there casually, whistling and pawing over the covers.
"Iori is gonna come in and tell me that we're going on some super awesome, fun adventure with the others today, I bet! Oh man, this is so much better than hanging out with that Kotemon, dagyaa!" thought the shelled creature as he lounged.
"That was Ken. It seems we'll have to scratch our plans with Yuuka and Kotemon for today" announced Iori.
"Those were the words I was hoping to hear! So what are we doing today?"
"He asked if I could stay at Koushirou's for awhile. Something's up and they need my opinion on the matter..."
"...and your best friend Armadimon can come too!"
"...and he asked if you could stay here for today."
Armadimon's happiness diminished, and he slowed raised himself, gazing up at his partner with hurtful eyes.
"W-what are you saying, Iori? I can't come?"
Iori chuckled, "Oh Armadimon, don't tell me you're sad? I thought you'd love the opportunity to just play games all day. Besides, we're just going to be talking about scientific, intellectual stuff. You'd be bored out of your carapace!"
"B-b-b-but Iori! We always go everywhere and do everything together, dagyaa! That's what human and Digimon partners do! That's our creed, dagyaa! You can't break the creed, dagyaa! Dagyaa dagyaa!"
The young boy was now laughing aloud, quite sure his friend was being melodramatic. He patted him on the head and changed the subject. Armadimon settled down and pouted, laying his head on top of his crossed paws.
"Grandpa told me I'm getting very good at kendō, so good that I might even be surpassing him. If I keep improving, he is going to buy a real katana, so I can practice with a real weapon."
"Psh, so?" commented Armadimon with a muffled half-whisper.
"I don't know, I thought you'd think it was cool that I would wield a real blade, like a samurai in one of your games."
This particular sentence peaked Armadimon's interest, and the Digital Monster raised his head. He looked up at Iori, who was smiling at him.
"Like a samurai? Really? With armour and everything, dagyaa?"
"Maybe, if I asked Grandpa. He may have some old pieces laying around somewhere."
Armadimon's eyes lit up and he jumped onto all fours, imagining Iori in a samurai's getup and brandishing a powerful katana.
"So cool, dagyaa! You'd be so awesome, too, dagyaa! Iori, go get it right now, dagyaa! I want to see it!"
"I don't even know if he will, though. He just said maybe, after all. I need to improve myself before I think about that" answered Iori, before he looked at the clock. 12:02. He should leave soon, so as not to keep them waiting.
"Listen", began Iori, "if you stay here and don't get into any trouble, maybe you can use the sword too. I'm not sure how important this may be, so it's best for you to stay here, in case I need you for something."
Armadimon's eyes turned completely white, and he began to shake. He looked at his quivering paws, and dreamed of himself as a samurai. Without warning,he launched himself into the air and screamed:
"AWEEEEEEESOME! SAMURAI ARMADIMON! DAAAAAAAAAGYAAAAAAA!"
The two shared a laugh afterwards, and then the boy with the ponytail grabbed his D-Terminal, his mahogany jacket, and went on his way, with only a quick goodbye beforehand. Armadimon knew what to do.
"Just stay in the apartment and don't cause trouble! Easy as pie, dagyaa! And soon, I'll be SamuraiArmadimon! Oh, but it's only a maybe...that's right, a maybe, dagyaa...but it's better than a no, dagyaa!"
With a determined grunt, the yellow Digimon plopped himself down on his behind.
"I will not leave this apartment! No matter what!"