Yep… I'm breaking the one word tradition for this chapter. Okay, technically the last one did, but that was because it was a full name.

Today was a very exciting day in Flamon's life. Literally everyone he knew was going to an R rated movie. Well, everyone but his eight year old cousin Granmon, Virus Gatomon's incredibly tall daughter, but that was pretty obvious. He was hoping that because so many people were going, he could go in with them.

The movie was entitled Deep Sea Terror, and it was basically about creatures that came out of the Dark Area beneath the Net Ocean. The plot of the entire movie was about the horrible things the monsters did to the Digimon they encountered.

"Come on, Mom! Even Dad's gonna go see it!" Flamon pleaded as they waited in line. Apparently the fact that he was only 13 made it so that his parents would not let him go see it.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kazemon inquired, looking off to the side. Standing in line was not one of the most fun things to do, after all.

"Well, he does have really bad Aquaphobia."

"Yes, but that doesn't affect what movies he watches."

"But everyone I know is going to see this movie!"

"I really doubt everyone is going to go see it."

Almost as if on cue, the two Digimon training in the elements of Steel and Darkness walked by. The Warrior of Steel was a fairly large bat with large, blind eyes and pale ivory fur covering his entire body. Two large ears hung loosely off the back of his head, and a pair of 3D glasses was around his solid steel mane. His name was Dermamon.

The Warrior of Darkness was a Data variant of a Rookie Level Arkadimon. His limbs were skinnier and shorter than his normal kind, with his horns being stag-like with a reddish tint. His body was a lot smaller in stature and a bit pudgier, missing all markings that a normal Arkadimon would have. Finally, he actually had a pair of bright, friendly blue eyes which also had a pair of 3D glasses over them.

"Hey, Flamon! You going to see Deep Sea Terror?" Arkadimon asked as he waved to the boy with one of his blade arms. Flamon glanced at his mother, then turned to his older friends.

"No! My mom won't let me!" he yelled back, earning snickers from the pink creature. The tailed Digimon hung his head in shame, feeling rather awkward.

"Well, Dermamon and I are seeing it in 3D!" the small Warrior of Darkness shouted in reply, tapping the glasses with one of his blades.

"Why is Dermamon seeing it? He's blind!"

"I can see it through a very long and complicated process that involves recording the mirror image on my reflective fur and replaying it in my mind!" Dermamon explained, flicking the glasses that were currently set over his solid metal fur. Flamon glared at Kazemon for a moment.

"See? Even Dermamon is going to go see it!"

"Yes, but Dermamon is 19."

"Why am I the only one of the in-training Digimon who's not 18 or older!?"

Kazemon sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, frustrated. Her son grinned, hoping that this meant that he was going to be able to go see the movie.

"Flamon, there is actually a reason for you being so much younger than everyone else, but a movie theater is not the place for it to be discussed." The younger Warrior of Wind felt his cheeks light up at his mother's statement. Okay, that was most definitely not what he wanted to hear as a response.

"Mom! That's just wrong!"

"You were the one that asked."

In the end, Flamon wound up going to see a movie meant for kids that were about eight years old. It was pure torture for him to watch, and it didn't help that Granmon was about ten feet tall, and would repeatedly point out the obvious things in the movie, making every single Digimon who was forced to be there due to a younger sibling or cousin know that he was there. However, he knew it would be worse tomorrow once Eidomon, the in-training Warrior of Thunder, and Loammon of Earth heard about this, so he tried his best not to think about it.

By the time he and Granmon were able to leave, Flamon was just about ready to start screaming out of boredom. He pelted out the door as fast as he could, grinning once he was outside.

"FREEDOM!" the tailed Digimon caterwauled, causing many others to stare at him for a moment. Flamon laughed sheepishly and meandered over to one of the many chairs in the theater's lobby. Granmon soon joined him, babbling on about how great the movie was they had just seen.

About ten minutes later Deep Sea Terror finished playing, and Flamon soon felt his mood darken. He was positive Breezemon would be talking about how awesome of a movie it was just to make him feel more jealous than ever. Imagine his surprise when Breezemon came out laughing.

"That was the stupidest movie I have ever seen in my entire life!" the blonde exclaimed through her laughter, walking over to where her brother was at. He stared at her wide-eyed as she began to describe why it was.

"The main character dies during the last half-hour of the film, then his entire town ends up being blown up by a GigaSeadramon! Their efforts were completely futile! Everyone died!"

Breezemon once again began to laugh, causing Flamon to look off to the side. He caught sight of Dermamon, who had exited the screening before Arkadimon, and grinned. He had a great idea.

Jogging over to his bat-like friend, Flamon swung one of his arms around his neck. Dermamon gulped as his tail nervously wrapped around his feet.

"Hey Dermamon, do you think you can do me a solid?"

"I-I don't know. W-what do I have to do?"

"You know that whole 'record and replay' thing you were talking about earlier?"

"Y-yeah…?"

"Can you replay it externally?"

"U-umm… Yeah… Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could do a replay for me."

Dermamon froze at this and bit his own arm. The younger Digimon cringed, until he realized that the bat's metallic fur prevented the nip from hurting him. After a few minutes, the winged creature released his arm looked back to Flamon.

"I-I don't know… Mercurymon says not to do that."

"Aw come on! Just this one time, pal!"

"W-well…"

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I… I suppose I could do it…"

The following day, Flamon and Dermamon met up in the middle of a forest, ready to watch the Restricted movie. Despite the secrecy of the whole operation, Flamon was completely ecstatic to watch the film. Dermamon was surprised that the entire town didn't know about it, the way he was babbling.

"Oh I am so ready for this!" Flamon shouted, plopping down in front of his already seated friend. The bat nervously scratched the back of his neck. He could sense that this was not going to go well.

The image appeared on Dermamon's chest, sound echoing from his throat. The movie started out in a rather peaceful way, not that heavy on the violence. Once it had hit the twenty minute mark, things quickly escalated.

One of the monsters was discovered to not be a Digimon, and was hastily attacked in retaliation. The creature then bit off the head of the nearest Digimon, spitting it onto the ground and then proceeding to devour the corpse of the victim.

At this Flamon began to start screaming for Dermamon to turn it off, which the bat did gleefully. The Warrior of Wind wasn't exactly known for being the toughest guy around, and with him being thirteen on top of that, he was pretty sure that he would remember that scene in nightmares for the rest of his life.

"What… The heck… Was that…?" Flamon choked out between his hysterical breaths. The bat sighed, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.

"That, my friend, is why that movie is rated R."

"Who watches that kind of stuff?"

"Some Digimon who are older than 18 like to watch more violent things. We Warriors especially don't mind it as much, considering that some of us have had to deal with some pretty gross situations ourselves."

"Yeah, but what about my mom?" the younger Digimon asked, feeling much more calm now. Dermamon rolled his blind eyes at the question.

"Flamon, I don't know if you realize this, but your mom is the most hardcore gamer I have ever known. Ever."

"You do have a point there…" Flamon trailed off, staggering up to his feet. After brushing himself off as though he had been pushed over, the young Digimon cleared his throat. "Well, let's never speak of this again. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

Later that day, more specifically, that night, Flamon lay in his bed, his eyes wide open. He could hear something moving in the house, and it was scaring the heck out of him. For all he knew, one of those monsters could be coming to eat him!

Now Flamon had a nasty habit of going to bed really early, so it was about 9:30 P.M. The chances of someone moving around were usually pretty high, but Breezemon would go into her room around seven and do whatever she felt like alone, and Agunimon and Kazemon… Well, it depended. Flamon was pretty sure they were already in bed, though.

His door knob was jiggled suddenly, and he let out a rather girly squeak. Immediately he jumped up to his feet and locked it, feeling much safer now. However, the sound of claws scraping against the wood was soon heard, and he began to whimper to himself.

"There's no such thing as monsters, there's no such thing as monsters, there's no such thing as-"Flamon was hoping the chant would make him be more secure, but it stopped helping after he realized what Digimon were. Digital Monsters. "Oh crud…"

The scratching got louder, and was soon accompanied by some kind of messed up growl. Flamon ran to the corner farthest from the door, covering himself with every single object he could find in his room. Pretty soon he began to flip through every method of protection he could think of in his head, even song lyrics. What were the words to that one song again? "No power of Hell~. No scheme of-."

"Brreee!" the monster outside of his door cooed, causing Flamon to scream at the top of his lungs. Seconds after he had done this, the lock on his door clicked, signifying that it was now unlocked. The next thing he knew, the door was swinging open.

"PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" Flamon bawled as he felt himself beginning to cry. When he was greeted by a friendly warm snout rubbing against his face, he opened his eyes to find Sol standing on his barricade with a confused look on his countenance.

"Flamon, the last time I checked, I wasn't a cannibal," Breezemon stated flatly from the doorway, her arms crossed. The younger of the two blinked, feeling embarrassment washing over his entire body.

"I guess I have to explain myself to Mom and Dad now, huh?"

"No, you can do that in the morning. They're a bit preoccupied at the moment."

"So then I'm dead meat when I wake up, right?"

"Yep. Dermamon already told me everything."

"Stupid Warrior of Steel… You'd think he'd have at least some backbone in him…"

Well, I just thought that this would be something fun to write about. I'm pretty sure most kids surrounded by older kids as their best friends would want to act like them, and with Flamon only having the other Warriors, who are all older than him as his friends, it's pretty easy to see the influence.

As for the movie theater in the Digital World thing, it could happen! I mean, in Season 1 they had the equipment for Etemon to broadcast himself on a jumbo screen thing in an arena, so they could probably film movies, too.

So I guess just drop me a review to let me know what you thought of this chapter. Just as an FYI, updates will probably be slowing down pretty soon due to New Year's Day and such. Hopefully I can write some fluffy stuff pretty soon. I'm getting a longing for it now…