Everyone silently watched as Tentomon stood in the center of everyone, then kneeled on the ground. "Izzy, I know this is going to be hard, but I need you to tell me you hate me."
"What? No way!" Izzy looked at Tentomon in horror. "There's no way I could ever hate you! You're my best friend!"
"Izzy, you have to find just the slightest thing that you could hate me for. Please. I need to be able to de-digivolve."
"But Tentomon-" Izzy choked back a sob, then felt the gentle touch of Mimi's hand on his.
"Izzy, please. You know you've got to."
"Izzy, I can hear your song. And songs can change. You've only got to change your song long enough for the de-digivolution to take place, then you can change it back, and things will be fine." Emily smiled reassuringly at Izzy.
"I- I hate you." Izzy stuttered at his digimon. "I hate you!" He said louder. "I hate that you're making me do this! I hate that you had to be the one to volunteer for this and not someone else! I hate you! I hate that you're making me hurt you and myself at the same time!" Izzy's face flushed and tears trickled from his eyes.
"His song..." Emily looked away.
"I hate you!" Izzy cried. Mimi tried to take him in her arms, but he pushed her away. "No! I hate him!" He flung his arm at Tentomon. "Look what he's making me do! I hate him! He's making him hurt both of us! I hate him!" He sank to his knees. "I hate him!"
A flash changed Tentomon to Montimon. "I hate him! You hear me? I hate you!"
Montimon became Pabumon. "I hate... I hate..." Izzy's eyes were red with tears. "Pabumon!" Izzy fell to the ground crying. "I don't hate you! I don't! I'm so sorry I had to tell you that. I don't hate you!"
"Pabu pabu pabu." Pabumon nuzzled Izzy's hand and allowed the tearful Izzy to scoop him up and hug him. "Pabu pabu pabu. Pabu pabu pabu pabu pabu."
"He says he accepts you apology and that he's glad you're all right, but we need to get down to business so that we can talk to the Eevee." Bunnymon translated.
"Of course." Izzy wiped away his tears and placed Pabumon down next to the Eevee. "Go on, Pabumon. Let's take care of business."
Pabumon hopped closer to the Eevee. "Pabu pabu pabu pabu. Pabu pabu pabu. Pabu pabu. Pabu?"
"He's telling it what's going to happen since we don't understand what it says." Gatomon whispered.
"Eevee? Ee ee vee ee vee vee." The Eevee swished it's tail and sat up straighter.
"Pabu. Pabu pabu pabu pabu pabu pabu." Pabumon turned and translated.
"It's agreed to it." Gabumon translated. "It's ready to start when ever we are."
What happened next filled the air with 'eevee's and 'pabu's as the language between the Pokemon, the digimon, and the humans was translated into the story that was behind the Eevee:
I come from a land quite like yours. A land called Pokemon Island There are humans and Pokemon. I have learned that this land hold creatures like yourselves called Digimon, which are quite similar to us, except that you are able to evolve backwards and are able to use your attacks without being commanded by your trainer. Besides that, you can speak another language other than your own. A language that I am familiar with, but am unable to speak, myself. The only other things that understand me are the other Pokemon and my trainer.
My trainer is a boy they call Gary Oak. His grandfather, a professor, gave me to him as a gift to help him start on his journey to become a Pokemon master. It's been explained to me that there are trainers who go out and train Pokemon for protection or other reasons. If a person has trained every type of Pokemon possible, then they are Pokemon masters. It was always Gary's grandfather's dream that Gary become a Pokemon master, since he, himself had never been able to accomplish it.
Before Gary met me, I would sit in the window of the professor's laboratory and watch him play. He was a good boy. Always willing to help his family. He was friends with a boy named Ash Ketchum at the time. They always were together, playing, talking, laughing. From my window, I dreamed of the day that I would be given to Gary so that he could take me out with him. So that I could play with him and Ash, share their laughter and sorrows. I waited and wished with all my heart to be part of Gary's life. I watched as Gary slowly became more and more distant with Ash and wished that I could be there to ask him why.
Then the day came. The professor placed me and three other Pokemon into pokeballs, which are small objects that are used to hold Pokemon when they aren't in use, and then called Ash and Gary over to his house.
I remember that my heart was racing with excitement. I couldn't wait for Gary to open his pokeball and let me out so that I could jump into his arms and gaze into the handsome face I'd watched for so long from too far away. I wished that the professor would stop telling them about his dream of becoming a Pokemon master and just let them get their Pokemon. Finally I felt my ball being lifted and being held out. I smiled happily. Then I heard, "Here Ash. This one's for you." I couldn't be going to Ash! I was supposed to be for Gary! I cried out 'no! no! I'm Gary's!' but I knew no one could hear me. I dreaded the moment Ash would open his pokeball and claim me as his.
Then I suddenly felt a jerking motion as I was grabbed away from the professor's hands. I heard Ash cry out "Hey!" and then I heard Gary laugh. "Don't worry, little one. This is the last time they're going to keep you locked up in one of these." I heard the smooth alto of Gary's voice slide through the walls of my pokeball. Then I felt myself being released from the pokeball, and found myself standing in front of a tall boy with auburn hair, brown eyes, a rich violet shirt, black pants and boots. He smiled down at me. "I want this one Gramps." he said softly. "I want the Eevee. Please?" We both looked at the professor who shrugged and agreed. He gave Ash a Pikachu instead and sent us out to go make him proud.
As the days passed, Gary and I bonded, just like I had hoped. I learned that, while he wanted to make his grandfather happy, he thought it was cruel to have Pokemon locked up in balls only to be let out when they were needed to battle and had vowed to let his Pokemon be free once they would obey him. He soon learned that this wasn't a good idea, and kept all of his Pokemon besides me, in pokeballs. At night, we would sit by campfires together, and he would tell me of the times he and Ash had together before they had begun the journey. He never revealed why they grew so distant. But I didn't mind, I was just happy to finally be with him.
The days and months came and went. My powers became stronger and I was always by Gary's side. He caught other Eevees, but used stones to evolve them into different variations. He told me that he could never bear to evolve me from what I was, and that was why I was as strong as the evolutions of the other Eevees. The relationship between Pokemon and trainer grew into something much more, and there were times when I wished that I were a human like he was, so that he could love me like I loved him.
He was a good boy. A boy that was my trainer and a boy that I loved. Then it happened. One night, a darkness appeared in the sky and shot down towards me. I was so afraid that I froze and couldn't move. Gary called out my name and then dove to push me out of the way. The darkness struck him and knocked him out for hours. When he finally came to, he wasn't hurt, but he began acting differently. Instead of roaming the land, searching for Pokemon and being free, he obsession became showing up Ash. He hired girls to cheer for him, then began forcing all his Pokemon to fight in matches held in towns. He always make me fight the most, then carelessly would leave me with one of his cheerleaders as he collected his prize.
Gary had definitely changed for the worse, and no one could figure out why or how. Then, about a month ago, a storm suddenly swept his car up with me, his Pokemon, and all his cheerleaders and brought us here. Then, as if he had planned the whole thing, he began catching what he called "rare Pokemon" in pokeballs. I spoke to some of them at one time, and that was how I discovered that you were called Digimon. I also witnessed several digimon escape from the pokeballs by doing what you call digi-volving. I don't know what to do about Gary, though. All he does is sit, waiting for a digimon to walk by. Then he either throws a pokeball at it or send out one of his Pokemon to weaken it so he can catch it. I managed to escape and came out looking for the help of the ones they call the Digi destined. Several Digimon told me that you could help me since you'd already ridden this place of two villains already. The problem is that Gary's not evil, he's a good boy. Something just happened to him, that's all.
Please, to save your world and the other Pokemon, please say you'll help bring him back to normal. If not for him, then do it for me. The two of us shared a love that can never be replaced. I want my Gary back. Please. I want him back.