U/N: Soooooo this is Mr Neo Saiba in a rushed little blurb about his future to explain some things that have yet to be addressed because he has no narration in the real story-anyway... I hope you... like it :P
Title: Digimon Adventure: Moments
By: UrazamayKing
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.
Chapter 39: Special Guest
"Good day everyone," I said loudly to the Knights. Originally I'd been forced to call them Taichi's Knights and then later we agreed on Royal Knights, but there was nothing Royal about them, so they were just the Knights. The knights that I ruled over. My knights.
It didn't take too long for Taichi to hand them over to me. Working in the council wasn't meant for me, but—and not to be arrogant—but I was clever, and good at ruling over things. I did destroy the Digital World once, which meant I was just awesome. Now that I was on the good side the least they could let me do was become a general keeping the lesser evil digimon in line. Like Devimon—the guy had tried over and over again to take over the world.
I watched as the Knights all reverted to their lesser forms. Dorumon, Andromon, Centarumon, Wizardmon, Kotemon, Agumon, Gabumon, Veemon, Wormmon, Terriermon, Lopmon, and Dracomon. The last of them jumped into my arms immediately.
"Good day?" He asked.
"An okay day." I corrected him.
"You said good though."
"And I lied." I told him, "We didn't catch him, how could it be called a good day?"
"Oh you're silly." Dracomon laughed.
"We could keep looking if you'd like," Andromon suggested, "I have nothing in mind for the night."
"I could help." Centarumon offered.
"No, it's alright," I said with a shrug, "It's just Devimon again, he can't do anything—especially not in one night."
"Good," Terriermon and Lopmon sighed. "We have to get home!"
"Us too," Wormmon and Veemon chimed in.
"Why do you even need all of us every time?" Kotemon asked, "We're a team of elite warrior digimon who could defeat anyone super easy. Why do you need us all to fight a Devimon?"
"Don't back talk to our leader!" Dorumon argued.
"He has a point," Veemon shrugged.
"Because it's fun," I told them with a grin. I mean, I was usually pretty strict on them all, but that was so they knew I was the boss. I made the plans and made them strive to be stronger—but I had a strange attachment to all of them, they were all awesome and I actually enjoyed spending time with them. "I enjoy all of us searching."
"Plus we do cover more ground," Centarumon added. "And we all have different knowledge."
"Fact." Andromon agreed.
"I'm going to go train." Wizardmon piped up suddenly, "I feel unpracticed."
"I'll go with you!" Dorumon cheered excitedly before rushing off with Wizardmon.
"Wait for me!" Kotemon yelled out, following behind them. Veemon, Wormmon, Terriermon and Lopmon left next, each of them heading home of course.
I walked with Centarumon and Andromon, with Dracomon in my arms. We were back at the Temple before too long where we found Leomon and Taichi sitting together, reading through some notes about something I had an absolute certainty that I wouldn't care about.
"Hey, good, you're here." Taichi said, looking up, "We have some things to go over." He held up the papers and I groaned.
"Do it with Dorumon later, he'll fill me in." I told him simply, "He's my secretary."
"Since when?" Leomon asked.
"Since right now," I laughed, "I'm going home, I'm hungry and I'm tired." Before Taichi could argue, I'd walked across the room, and then strode down the hallway, reaching for the door which I'd set up to my house earlier, so I knew I'd be fine to go through it.
"NEO!" Taichi shouted, "Don't!"
But it was too late, I was already walking through the door.
Suddenly I froze as I looked out to the audience around me. I panicked and turned back, but the door was gone. I slowly spun back around and smiled shortly as Dracomon waved out to everyone. I ran my hand down my face nervously looking around until I found a couch with two girls sitting on it. I recognized them both. One I was happy to see, and one... not so much.
"Why hello there Neo," Mari said with a grin, motioning for me to come and sit with her and her friend on the couch. She moved aside, and patted the seat next to her. I groaned and hurriedly moved to sit next to her.
"Hey," Katsue said coldly as I sat down between her and Mari.
"Alright," Mari shrugged, "So our next guest isn't exactly who I expected—in fact we weren't going to even have another guest, but he literally just appeared on our stage, so could we really say no?" My face turned red as I sank down into the seat. I really didn't want to be there.
"What are you going to talk about?" Katsue asked me sharply. I rolled my eyes at her, ignoring the embarrassment immediately. She was going to start up another argument. "Hey now," She said, snapping her fingers, which I knew was her sassy qualities coming out. Her and Mari ran the sassiest talk show I'd ever seen, or even could imagine. It was insane. Often times for their cooking segment they'd bring in Mimi, which was even worse. The three of them together... "Don't roll your eyes at me," She shot, "You were the one who barged in on my stage."
"Did Taichi leave the door open?"Mari asked, and I nodded. Apparently they'd had Taichi as a guest earlier?
"So talk about something interesting." Katsue warned, her eyes flaring dangerously.
"Well I rule the Royal Knights who guard the Digital World." I said with a smile. I knew it was a risky topic. Just because the world seemed to know about Digimon now, didn't mean they accepted them. There were riots starting all over, but I knew it would work out, because sooner or later, destiny would take over, and everyone would get their partners—but if Taichi had been on the show, that meant he was talking about Digimon, which meant I could too.
"Sounds lame." Katsue shrugged.
"No," I shot, "It's cool."
"Grandma hair, grandma job," Katsue rolled her eyes as the crowd started laughing as if they were in on the joke—had her and Taichi been joking about me? "Do you have anything to say that's not boring?"
"Well my Knights stop evil—" I tried, but Katsue cut me off.
"Better idea," She said suddenly, "Let's play a game."
"Oh God," I breathed.
"I LOVE GAMES!" Dracomon cheered, leaping from my arms, causing the crowd to laugh again.
"Sorry," Mari muttered before jumping to her feet. "Let's see how many times we can hit Neo Saiba with pies!"
"I hate this game." I said quickly.
"But I don't!" Katsue's eyes were wild as she jumped to her feet, rushing over to the kitchen section of the set. Dracomon was bouncing along behind her, excited for throwing pies at me. Mari was rushing after them a second later, leaving me alone on the couch. I did, however, get to my feet with a groan, walking across the set and standing in front of a board with a target painted on it. I figured that'd be where they wanted me to stand.
Soon they were all back, Mari was pushing a cart filled with whipped cream pies as Katsue explained to the audience what was going to happen.
"Alright," She said, "So we're going to throw a pie at Grandmother for every question he gets wrong. It'll be great." The crowd was all smiling—what kind of sick twisted people were they? Katsue rounded on me, picking up a pie. "Nana Saiba." She said, "What is my last name?"
"How am I supposed to know?" I asked, throwing my arms out.
"Ha!" Katsue roared, throwing a pie at me. I closed my eyes and embraced it as it hit my leg, coating my pant leg with whipped cream. "Naota." She said flatly.
"Thick honesty," I noted, the meaning of her name.
"Yeah, what of it?" She asked.
"Well honesty is mine."
"Nope." She said flatly, throwing another pie at me.
"Hey!" I shouted, "I definitely didn't get a question wrong."
"No but you just suck." She said flatly. "I really want to get it in your hair, but it won't show because you're a grandmother."
"My hair's awesome and you know it." I argued.
"Kinda," Mari agreed hopefully.
"Wrong," Katsue decided, throwing another pie. This one hit my stomach. She was getting better at it... "Who is the president of the United States of America?"
"I don't know!" I shouted.
"Me neither!" Katsue cackled, picking up another pie and throwing it at me, hitting my shoulder. The crowd was laughing again. Losers.
"What colour am I?" Dracomon asked excitedly.
"I dunno, like greenish." I shrugged simply.
"It is teal!" He raged, flying toward me with the pie. I ducked as he came straight for my face and he hit the back of my head.
"Shouldn't you be appealing to your audience?" I asked.
"You don't think I'm appealing?" Katsue shot.
"I think you're very pretty," I said.
"Oh do you now?" Katsue asked angrily, throwing another pie at me. I'd just called her pretty and apparently that was wrong too? There was nothing left to say. I'd have to keep my mouth shut or she'd throw more pies at me. "What day is it?" She asked simply. Was she giving me one, or was it a trap. I was thinking it over when she barked at me, "Say something!"
"I can't, you'll just throw a pie at me." I argued.
"That's the point of the game, Grandma." She rolled her eyes.
"Well your game is stupid." I scoffed.
"You wanna fight?" She asked.
"Bring it!" I shot.
"Oh consider it brung." She was storming toward me, but Mari and Dracomon stopped her before she got too far. "Oh boo." She sighed, "I'm fine, I'd win. There's no meat on that boy. I could literally eat him for dinner and still be hungry."
"Wanky," Mari joked, but Katsue elbowed her.
"Alright," Katsue said with a giant smile on her face. "Gran, tell me what you think of me."
"I think you're really obnoxious. You're loud, you're witty though—quite clever, if not too clever. You're pretty, but mean. I think your meanness just highlights your own insecurities."
"Oh sorry," Katsue said, looking around, "Did you say something? I couldn't hear you, I was looking for your twin—the matching set."
"You're calling me a chopstick aren't—?"
"I'm calling you a chopstick," She nodded with a laugh, "I'm surprised you got that. You're pretty clever yourself mister." She cleared her throat, stepping closer to me. "So what did you say, what did you think of me?"
"I said you were pretty," I said, cutting it down.
"Lies," She said, throwing her pie at me. It narrowly missed my head this time and the crowd gasped and made a depressed noise. Which was annoying—whose side were they on? How many times had they had pie thrown at them it wasn't really fun. Katsue motioned for Mari to get her another pie.
"He wasn't lying," Dracomon said, "Neo never lies."
Katsue looked up at me, her eyebrows raised, disbelievingly. "Crest of honesty," I winked.
"Huh," She said, taking the pie from Mari and stepping closer again. "So tell me Mister Honesty, what are you thinking right now?"
"I'm thinking that I don't want that pie in my face," I shrugged.
"Oh, but the pie wants to be in your face." Katsue said, standing very close now. "What was the rest of that last answer by the way?"
"What I think about you?" I asked, she nodded so I elaborated, "Obnoxious, loud, mean—clever... pretty." She was staring directly into my eyes now, "Really pretty."
Suddenly she'd leaned forward and kissed me. The crowd gasped and she pulled out of the kiss, and slammed the pie directly in my face. "Ha ha!" She cheered as I wiped the pie from my eyes, and spit it from my mouth. I watched her turn to walk away, punching the air excitedly.
Then, suddenly, she was rushing back to me and had thrown her arms around my neck and kissed me again, this time with enough force to nearly push me over.
"We're going on a date, okay Grandma?" She said flatly.
"Okay, Grandpa," I said as I wiped the whipped cream off of my face. "As long as you say my name." She looked away nervously, "Just say it. Just my name."
"Neo," She sighed. I laughed and wiped the whipped cream all over her face, and then suddenly Mari and Dracomon were flinging them everywhere. The crowd was laughing hysterically as Katsue called for a commercial break. I couldn't stop playing like an idiot, throwing pies around. My heart had lifted, I just felt happy—it had been so long since I'd actually had fun... and it was because of Katsue. I looked to her and shook my head with another laugh. She could not be the one.