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A/N: If you haven't read chapter 1&2, I reallllly suggest you do ^^ click on my name to go back to my author profile if you haven't, k? I'm really serious, I made this a seperate "chapter" for a reason, and you can't enjoy a story if you don't know what's happening, huh? ^^;
I would like to dedicate this chapter to Emily. (moonchild on ffn.net) Where would I be without my fellow mimato worshipper and sora hater? you're the best! and we DO have to write another story together sometime ^^ Actually, I have to finish part 6 to Divine Intervention, first...^^;
If any of you guys have napster, download "digi-bloopers"! ITS SO FUNNY! Another interesting download would be Tai, Joe, Agumon, and Gomamon singing...yknow from Princess Karaoke? hehehe... speaking of which, my new s/n on AIM is "xprincesskaraoke", but I still lurk around on sunshinebaba!
DISCLAIMER: Contrary to popular belief, I don't own Digimon.
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Child of the past
Take me with you
Back to yesterday
Grab my hand
Fly me back to
Yesterday, yeah
Fly me back to
Yestermonth, yesteryear, yesterlife - Me
GENNAI'S P.O.V
I woke up. It sounds like such a simple thing. Well, techinally it still is, but it's different when everything you care about has just been ripped away from you and you're doomed to live in the digiworld alone forever. At least alone in any way that could possibly matter.
I wonder what Detrimon meant by, "I can't destroy you..." He practically killed Mika and Chiri, why not me? If he had destroyed just one of us, then our purpose would be shattered.
This is way too confusing. Maybe I should go somewhere...well, in terms of me being stuck here forever...
As soon as I stood up, my head spun and I vomited on the sand. I rinsed my mouth out with a little water, cleansing my mouth of the sour taste. I then pulled out his map to consult it. The little dot indicating me had moved about 20 miles north, and now I was about 5 miles from the shore.
Maybe I'll visit the beach. After all, that's where we first appeared when we came to Digiworld. I have all the time in the world to relive the memories ...
The walk to the shore didn't take long. Actually, I wouldn't know. My legs were just kind of moving mindlessly across the tan sea. I didn't even notice I was there until I was knee-deep in the water. Drowning myself was not an option; it's impossible. Sooner or later I would float back to the top. Instead, I picked up my pack, and threw it as far as I could. If there was no temptation, then I couldn't do anything, even if my will lost against my survival instinct. I could sit here on the sand, and waste away. Let my body disappear in an explosion of bytes of data. I sat down there, right in the ocean, and stared out, not really looking at anything but the blank inside of my brain.
It was hours later when I finally really came too. By now the moon was high in the sky, and I was unconciously shivering because of the dark water that lapped up against me. I lifted myself out of the water, and went back onto the beach, trying to go to sleep while ignoring the pains in my stomach.
It was about 9 o'clock when I woke up, judging by the sun in the sky. My stomach was demanding nutrition, but I had none to give it. I sat up, and looked around. The beach was silent except for the sound of the waves on the shoreline. Running from the big mass, going a little out of line, and then running back. It was empty too, and as smooth as glass. No footprints spotted the landscape, no brightly colored umbrellas ballooned out of the sand, no sandcastles marred the perfect surface.
Then I saw something sitting way far down on the side. I told myself not to go. But curiosity won, and I found myself crawling down the beach on limbs that could no longer support me enough to stand upright.
As soon as I came within 20 feet of the object, I knew what it was. Turn back, Gennai, turn back! If you get any closer, you'll give in.
Apparently, my body wasn't listening to my mind. In fact, to the contrary, My aching legs and arms hauled butt across the sand. As I reached the pack, I slowed down. I fumbled with the buckle; my fingers wouldn't work the ways my weak brain told them too. Finally, the pack opened. I snatched the water-logged food, and stuffed it in my mouth. And vomited again. You haven't tasted anything bad untill you try bread seasoned with 2 cups of salt dumped in water. I abandoned the food, and drank some water, which thankfully had survived.
Revived in body, but lagging in spirit, I pulled out my laptop. If I was going to be weak, I might as well go all whole way. Miraculously, the computer was still intact. I activated it.
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For the second time in god-knows-how-long-I've-been-here, I "woke up" without the recollection of "going to sleep". But at least this time I wasn't in Detrimon's...uh... lair? Whatever evil digimon live in. This time I was in a room that, although not warm, wasn't dark and cold, either. It was like being inside of a computer; clean, orderly, and distant.
I was standing in the middle of the room like an idiot when a robot-like digimon came in. (A/N: think more Rosie the Robot from Jetsons than Datamon)
"Hello. I am Automon. Welcome to EBAS. The council will be in shortly, so we need to get you cleaned up quickly."
"EBAS? Council? Care to explain?"
"You fill find out soon enough."
Without further ado, Automon ejected a metal limb, snatched me up, and threw me down a chute. In a period of about 10 seconds, I was scrubbed, washed, rinsed, and hung out to dry. Complete with a new pair of uhh...clothes. If a cross between a bathrobe and a toga could be called clothes. Then before I could catch my breath the floor dropped open, and I fell into a chair, where I sat surrounded by people, the first living things I had seen in a week.
My first observation had been wrong; they weren't humans. They were holograms projected on a huge screen that was actually the walls of the room. There were 3 of "them".
The small, green, and dwarfish one (A/N: think Yoda) in the center spoke up.
"Greetings. Welcome to EBAS, Gennai."
"Thank you...and you would be?"
"My name is Xor. To my left is Adelimon."
The beautiful lady-like digimon smiled down on me. She would've seemed human except her eyes, in all their violetity (A/N: Did I just make up a word? Well, the extreme violet of them.) were abnormally large, and in them you could clearly see enough pain to last a few lifetimes. The smile contrasted with the anguish dulled by age quickly made me avert my eyes. Luckily, Xor began to speak again.
"To my right, is Myotismon."
Myotismon, a scarlet vampire-ish digimon in turn only grunted as he turned to face me. I smiled weakly but stopped as his ice-blue eyes glared at me like they were going to burn a few holes.
The elfish digimon ignored his partners rudeness and continued to talk.
"Now, Knowledge, I'm sure you are wondering where you are and why you have been brought here. Well, get comfortable in your seat, because this is going to take a long time.
Nobody knows how or when the Digiworld was created. Perhaps it started as something like the world you came from. Since we do not fully understand its beginnings, we consequently do not fully understand its present or future. We do not know why you and your friends were transported here, and why you have received digivices..."
My ears perked up at the sound of "your friends". "Do you know what happened to my friends, then?"
Xor looked a little peeved about being interrupted, but answered. "Yes. Fortunately, they all survived. However, without you, they now cannot return. It is extremely doubtful they will ever return to the Digiworld. Detrimon has created a barrier that is almost inpenetrable, a wall of fire."
My heart dropped into the stomach. Even though I already knew this was going to happen, the truth always hurts. So, in that weird way your body runs amuck without your brain, I started to blurt questions. "And what about me? Why did Detrimon take me? Why didn't he just destroy us all?"
Adelimon waved a lilac-gloved hand at me. "Calm down, Gennai! All your questions will be answered soon enough."
Xor picked up again. "Thank you, Adelimon. As for you Gennai, your questions are good
ones. I'll start from the last of them. Detrimon cannot directly destroy any of you digidestined,
nor your digimon. He can, however, do just about anything but, so he took you and
sealed the rest out of the Digital World. Now the digidestined lack the knowledge to get
past the barrier, if they could even access the Digiworld without you. We brought you
here to EBAS because we believe we can use you. Right now, we, the council (he gestured
to Adelimon and Etemon) are the only opposition to the Dark Masters who are trying
to take town the Digital World. However, it's obvious we cannot do it alone. We want
to try to create a new team of digidestined, to fight Detrimon. Will you help us?"
(A/N: TRANSLATION : You're stuck here. We can't do anything ourselves, and are virtually powerless so we
need you so we can make another team of digidestined.)
"Let me think about it." I said. I wasn't really sure. Did I want to spend of the rest of my days fighting an almost hopeless cause?
"You have until morning to consider your options. Automon will show you to your room."
The friendly robot reappeared in the room, and dragged me out of the room before I could say another word.
Automon had taken me down more corridors than I wanted to ever see in my life, but we were finally at "my" room. I didn't know how sleepy I really was until I was almost gone...
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Something made me wake up half-way through the night, whatever it was I was thankful for it; otherwise I would never have gotten a chance to wonder about what I was going to do.
Okay, option 1: stay here. If I stayed, I could do something with myself, and pound the freak who ended my life as I know it into the ground. Hypothetically, anyway. On the other hand, this whole thing was a little hokey. How are a team of digidestined going to be picked and brought here? There was something about the idea that irked me. It didn't sound right to me.
The second option was to, well, leave and do nothing. I could wander around the Digiworld for the rest of my life and go be a hermit or something like that. Kill myself, would there be a difference?
I wondered what each of the digidestined was doing right now and could almost see Akino kicking his soccer ball, Mikomo running in a field, and Chiri, smiling as she pushed her little sister on the swings. At least they were happy. But what would any of them do? I can't see any of them ending up here. It's just wrong...
Maybe it's wrong for me, too.
In my mind, I pretended I was back home, playing records. It wasn't working, because my "phonograph" was making a waterfall noise. Finally, sleep claimed me once again.
I try to look forwards
Can't help looking backwards (yesterday)
Can't help going
The wrong way... -Me
Now, PLEASE R&R! I won't continue unless I get like...6 or something. Also do you guys like the general POV or
Gennai's POV better? I think I like general, but I'm the writer...email me: jump4@joymail.com