U/N: First and foremost, these one shots are going to be put up every Wednesday and Saturday until we decide to stop for a bit, (I know what you're thinking. Pretend today is Wednesday) the six chapter story in between 04 and 05 is going to be put up around the 5th of December (exactly... the fifth of December) and then 05 will start on New Years. I know what you're thinking-that's pretty far away, but we just want to write it in advance, so you don't have to wait too long like you always had to with 04 because we kept falling behind. But we hope that the rest of these chapters will satisfy you until then. We have a really cute story to put up around Christmas that I'm really excited for, and a rather large amount of cute back-story chapters that will be put up on New Year's which will be... Takeru, Daisuke, Ken, Michael, and Kurayami which again, I'm excited for... so I hope you can all be patient and wait two months... it's like a hiatus-only, we're actually giving you endless things to read in the mean time. :P
Second, this chapter is the second of Willis' series of four chapters, and we figured we should just stick to the Willis theme for now, and give you them all in succession, just because. I hope you like them, and this one, and I hope you'll review and stuff. :D
Title: Digimon Adventure: Moments
By: UrazamayKing
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.
Year: 2000
Chapter 12: Manmade Disaster
Willis:
"Willis what are you doing?" A small voice asked me in a whisper. It was Gummymon who was sitting in my backpack that I had left beside my computer.
I looked slowly toward the girl who was sitting next to me. Her hair was brightly coloured and she had large headphones in, listening to her music loudly. I looked back to Gummymon and Kokomon who were sitting next to each other, trying to keep out of sight. They'd changed only a few months ago from Zerimon and Conomon. I'd tried to tell my mother about them constantly, but she didn't want to listen... So I decided to keep them a secret from her. She would take them away anyway—she'd see them as monsters—or worse... pets. We weren't allowed pets in the apartment...
"I'm trying something I've been working on for a while." I whispered to them, looking back to the program on my computer.
"But your teacher said to work on your final project!" Kokomon said, panicked. "She said it's important, and that today is your last day to work on it!"
"Yeah I got it." I told her simply. I would have already had the work done had I not been up late the night before finishing up an essay for my afterschool classes at Colorado State University. The project was simple anyway—I was almost done it. The classes at University had started just two years ago when I finally caved in and let them take me. It all started with that quantum physics assignment four years prior... I was too smart apparently.
"Why don't you do the project first though?" Kokomon asked.
"Because maybe he doesn't want to." Gummymon said, rolling his eyes.
I smiled at them as they started arguing quietly. I could only hope the rest of the crowded computer lab wouldn't hear them. Just because the girl next to me wasn't listening didn't mean that the rest of them weren't.
I didn't listen to the two of them though. I was busy... I was doing something that I thought might actually benefit the world. Well in a way—mostly me. Which I knew was almost greedy, but at the same time, I knew if I could master it all, it would help everyone... everyone and everything.
"Sup...?" A voice behind me said slowly. I turned in my chair to see the long red headed boy. "Willly..."
"Go away Marshall." I growled, turning back to my computer. I noticed that Tyler and Ricky weren't standing with him at that moment. And that could only mean he was with his girlfriend Rebecca. I scanned the room and sure enough, there she was. Sitting by herself in the corner of the room next to an empty computer. She looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back before realizing that if Marshall caught me smiling at his girlfriend...
"Snappy..." Marshall scoffed, grabbing a chair from a nearby computer and pulling it over to sit next to me. "I'm not here to do anything bad, so calm down."
"Then what are you doing here?" I asked him loud enough for Gummymon and Kokomon to hear.
"I'm supposed to apologize." He said to me. "Rebecca wants me to."
I looked back to her and saw she was looking to me, hopeful, her eyes large. I nodded to her and gave her half a smile. "Okay. Good. We're done here then?" I asked him, as I continued clicking away.
"What are you doing?" He asked forcefully, moving his chair closer.
"I'm making a monster." I told him honestly.
"I see that." He said, rolling his eyes. On my screen was a design that I had created of a monster similar to that of Gummymon and Kokomon—a digimon as they called themselves. Under the design was a series of complicated formulas and equations. I was going to make myself another friend. If I couldn't make any by myself, then I would have to force it to happen—I'd have to make more. More like the two I already had.
I didn't tell them the plan of course, they wouldn't be happy with me. I knew that.
"Is this for some nerdy game or whatever?" He asked.
"No." I told him, "It's not a game."
"Then what is it?" He asked me.
"Well I don't know yet." I told him. "It's something though."
"Well why is that button flashing?" He asked me pointing to the screen to a large red circle flashing in quick succession. I didn't know what it was, but I wasn't about to let him know that.
"It's nothing," I said flatly. "Now could you leave me alone? I'm really busy right now."
"Fine, whatever." He growled, "Good luck with your nerd game." He stood up then, knocking his chair over and stomped hastily toward Rebecca who rolled her eyes at him as he came back to her angrily.
"Willis," Kokomon said, poking her head out of the backpack. "I think the mean boy is right."
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"I mean that flashing red button must mean something." Kokomon said slowly, looking up at the screen. "It looks bad."
"I think it looks cool." Gummymon smiled to me.
"Not the monster which looks wonderful—the flashing red dot. It looks bad." Kokomon explained further, "And besides, you should really get working on your project."
"Later." I said flatly.
"What are you doing anyway?" Gummymon asked, "You told the mean boy that it wasn't a game—then what is it?"
"I..." I figured I'd have to tell them eventually. "I'm making... a digimon." I flicked my eyes toward them to gauge their reactions before turning back to the screen and working some more. Both were sitting in the opening of my backpack, their mouths wide open.
"Is that even possible?" Gummymon asked.
"It shouldn't be!" Kokomon hissed, "Willis this is dangerous—you're being like that guy from the scary movie we watched the other night!"
"Dr Frankenstein." I filled in for her. "No, you're wrong. He made a human—well... he tried to. I'm making a digimon."
"We're living beings too! We're just as complex as humans!" Kokomon argued.
"But you're made up of digital data." I told them, "Which means, if my theory is correct, I could make one on a computer, and somehow my theories always are correct. The only problem I'll have is figuring out how to get it out of my computer. Perhaps I could use that device you two came with? It has to be used for something—and you both came from a computer, so maybe that's what I have to do."
"Willis, just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should." Kokomon snapped.
"Lighten up Kokomon!" Gummymon laughed, "It'll be fun to have a little brother!"
"I can see that I'm outnumbered here." Kokomon said haughtily before retreating into my backpack. I turned to the screen, unsure of what to name the creature, ignoring the flashing red light. I stared at it for a long time before slowly writing 'Kura' and then hastily added 'mon' to the end, just like Gummymon and Kokomon.
"Kuramon?" Gummymon asked, "That's a cute name."
"I thought so too." I told him with a smile.
"Now what?" He asked me.
"I just have to click 'run'... and the program should all come into place." I smiled at him before clicking the large blue button. As soon as I clicked it the numbers started to go crazy and start calculating and falling into place. Soon all of the equations were calculated and the image of Kuramon was slowly covered by a white egg with blue markings on it.
"Is it working?" Gummymon asked.
"Yes!" I exclaimed a little too loudly, causing the others in the room to look toward me. Embarrassed I looked back to the screen as Kokomon looked up at me as well.
"The red button is still flashing." Kokomon said, rolling her eyes.
"I know Kokomon..." I said to her. Suddenly though the red button stopped its incessant flashing and everything on the screen froze before a pop up in the bottom of the screen popped up bearing one word amongst the caution symbol. 'Virus'.
"What does that say?" Kokomon asked, "What is it?"
"It's a virus..." I said slowly as the blue markings over the egg turned red quickly.
The computer, still frozen, began to make loud noises, causing both Kokomon and Gummymon to retreat once more into the safety of the backpack. And then, with a loud crack the computer shut off entirely.
"We have to go home now..." I told them as calmly as I could, zipping my backpack up and trapping them inside as I threw the bag over my shoulder.
I turned to leave, only to be greeted by Mr Nixon, my fifth grade teacher. His arms were crossed across his wide chest, his hair was a mess and his glasses were sliding down his sweaty nose. "Where are you going Mr Kennedy?" He asked me with his low voice.
"I—I have to go home." I told him, "It's an emergency."
"Is your project done?" He asked me. I shook my head quickly, "Well if you leave now, you'll be held back, forced to repeat grade five."
"I think that's something I'm willing to do." I told him with a nervous smile. "I am after all taking classes at the University that rejected you. So I'll be able to rub that in your face all next year too." He stared down at me, looking very angry, and for a moment I thought he'd actually hit me, before he said a simple word. "Go."
I smiled at him and then ran from the computer lab, and then down the hallways of the school. Soon I was outside and passing some of the older kids who were skipping the last class of the school year—which I thought was stupid... what point was there in skipping that class? It was supposed to be fun anyway. Mind, they were all the people I hated... the stupid ones—the ones that would one day grow up to become drug addicts, or Custodian's in the firm I would create using my super awesome brain power.
Okay, so being a genius kind of went to my head a bit... but I was awesome, so whatever.
"William!" One of the kids called to me. I turned to him quickly to inform him that wasn't my name, but groaned when I saw that it was Tyler. His hair was still greasy, still long and still an undeterminable shade of blonde, whilst not covered by a thick layer of grime... or gum... or whatever was in his hair. He'd hit a growth spurt at some point during the year, which normal people would call puberty, but he hadn't learned about that yet, having been held back three times already, so he called it a very fast growth sent to him from the gods above to help him beat up the third graders in his class.
"My name is Willis..." I told him as he walked toward me. I noticed that his twin, Ricky wasn't with him, which was probably a good thing, I didn't want to have to deal with both of them at once. Last time I'd done that I'd almost ended up expelled after having sprayed them with hairspray and thrown a lit match their way. But I'd had their permission to be fair. I asked them if they wanted to be part of an explosive experiment. They said yes. And so I did it. It got me grounded for a year and a half though—but that was okay because I had monsters from another dimension to play with anyway because no one knew they existed.
No one would believe they existed even if I shoved them into their faces.
"That's nice." He said to me, "Where is Marshall?"
"He's in the computer lab." I told him, then, after seeing his confused expression I clarified myself, "That's the room with the computers."
"Oh." He said slowly. "Okay. Did he talk with you?"
"About how his girlfriend wanted us to be friends?" I asked him, "Yeah."
"Cool." He said smiling. He stared at me for about thirty seconds, without saying anything, his smile growing creepier and creepier so I awkwardly turned to leave, receiving... something in the face.
After a moment I realized that it was some sort of whip cream pie or something... and wiping it from my eyes I saw Ricky smiling at me.
"You didn't think he was serious did ye?" Ricky asked, "He wouldn't give up his favourite nerd just to get some action with his girlfriend."
"He's eleven." I said, rolling my eyes, "how much 'action' can he actually be getting—you know what? Don't answer that. I'm going home." I slipped past them and set off at a run. I knew I should have cleaned my face off first, but it was pretty funny seeing the expressions on the people's faces as I ran by them on the street.
I reached our apartment quickly and pulled out the silver key to unlock the door before stepping inside.
"Willis?" Mom called, "Is that you?"
"No Mom," I said sarcastically, "I'm a burglar who just happens to have keys to the front door."
"You know I don't appreciate your sarcasm." She said flatly. I didn't care. I was allowed to use sarcasm. Mom had quit her job because I was getting paid a fortune for being a certified child genius, and so she sat around and did nothing all day, paying the rent with my money—so it was my roof and I could make the rules.
That's how I saw it anyway. Mom didn't agree.
"What's wrong with your face, bro?" A very unintelligible voice asked me. I turned to see a wanna-be-surfer standing in my kitchen.
"Who are you?" I asked as I grabbed a towel from the pile of laundry on the floor and wiping my face.
"I'm your mom's boyfriend." He said smiling foolishly at me. "The name is Harold."
"Your name is awful." I said to him, slipping past him to hurry to the computer. "If you want to be a surfer—in New York City no less—you'll need a cooler name. Try... Duke, or anything else that's not Harold." I ran toward the computer and turned it on before opening my backpack and dumping my friends out.
"Willis, could you try to be neater with your toys?" Mom asked from the other side of the living room. I turned to look at her and rolled my eyes. She was sitting amongst garbage, old food and dirty laundry. I turned back to the screen and looked to the time. It was still half an hour until school ended and she didn't even notice I was home early. I would have to remember that, I could get away with a lot of things because of that.
Mind, I wouldn't want to skip school. I was only home early because I was pretty sure I'd set an evil digimon infected with a virus across the entire digital world. But whatever. I didn't know anything about the digital world, or digimon to be totally honest, so I'd have to warn someone who did know.
"Willis, I told you this was a bad idea." Kokomon said, rolling her eyes again. She had a problem with that—she was addicted to giving me dirty looks.
"But it was creative." Gummymon smiled, "You're always telling him to be more creative and less smart."
"That's only because I don't understand what he's saying." Kokomon said honestly.
Sometimes I forgot that they were just babies...
I opened my email and began writing a message.
Hey, I don't mean to be blunt or anything, but there's no time for idle chit chat. I think I may have set a killer virus across the internet. What should I do? Thanks… Koushiro.—Willis