I don't own digimon.

Character: Koichi Kimura

Series: None

Universe: Frontier

Notes:

Of all the series, Frontier is the one I've watched the least. I'm not really sure why, but I guess that's how the cookie crumbles.

Chapter 8

Helping Hand

Koichi only sighed.

Once again, the stairs had beaten him. The "warrior of shadows" had lost track of how many times the orange-colored steps had beaten him. Even then, it was always the same step that brought him down. Never was it the one before or the one after it, always that exact step in the middle of the sequence of the stairs. In a way, it was if the gods were taunting him now. He could see it now. Opanimon, dressed in a humongous white gown decorated with all sort of little details that you would probably need a magnifying glass to discover. You know, the tvtropes definition of costume porn. Beside her, would be Sheraphimon, who was doing his best impression of Nelson Muntz from The Simpson. Finally, Kerpymon, I mean Cheubimon, was off in a bar, bitching about Digimon Fusion and how they changed his name. Occasionally, they would be joined by the sovereigns, who were bitching over who got the biggest slice of the cake for their 456th birthday party. Heck, even Yggdrasil was there, lamenting/complaining about her imprisonment. Even then, among all of that, they would occasionally poke fun of him as well. They would call him useless and broken and mock him for always failing to clear that step within the stairs.

He took a deep breath. All that was left to do was wait. Only then, his path could continue on. People passed by on the steps, not even giving him a second glance at all. To them, he was just a ghost, not even good enough for a slight glance. To those people, it wouldn't have changed anything on their bright blinky phones. Age, gender, race never changed it, only giving the same result. If they didn't, he probably wouldn't be laying on the steps. The world around him began to darken, taking on a saturated state. Black hands phased out of the walls, ready to take them in.

"This is it." He thought, closing his eyes and waited. One second passed, then two, finally three. Koichi opened his eyes back up. Standing before him, was a boy about his age. He was dressed in a yellow t-shirt with an unbuttoned red vest over it. On the t-shirt, was a black version for the symbol of fire. Strangely, the boy then decided upon an olive green pair of pants with red and orange shoes. Finishing off the look, was a large greenish yellow hat with a pair of scuba goggles strapped to it with some reddish brown slightly spiky hair under it, complimenting his auburn eyes.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked and held his hand out.

"I've been better." The warrior of shadows whispered, grabbing hold of his savior's hand and stood up. He was a little bit shaky for a few seconds, but managed to keep his balance after that. "Thanks."

Koichi slowly made his way down the stairs, making sure not to trip.

"No prob."

The boy followed right behind, also making sure not to trip. Strangely, the two failed to notice the black D-tector laying on the step. Not that either one of them would of have really needed it...