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Fate—Chapter 1
Slap, slap, slap…. Hikari Kamiya's sneakered feet made a slapping sound against the wet pavement in Odaiba, Japan. It was early in the morning, hours before school would start and there was no traffic on the usually busy streets.
Taichi thought she
was out of her mind, waking up at 5:00 am every morning just to go outside and
run and had told her so when she'd asked him if he wanted to go running with
her one day. Then again, she
reminded herself, Taichi never was much of a morning person.
Hikari didn't know exactly what it was that made her enjoy these morning runs so much. Maybe it was the fifteen minutes of solitude that allowed her just to think that made it so appealing to her, or maybe it was the beauty of watching the sunrise. Not much of a sunrise today, she thought, looking to the horizon. The sun was hidden behind a thick blanket of dark clouds. It was a little chilly outside, too, and it wasn't just from the light sprinkling rain either. The air that filled her lungs with every breath was cold and brisk.
Closing her eyes gently, Hikari allowed herself to be lost in her thoughts. At least, she did so until the ground suddenly felt different under her feet. No longer were her sneakers making a slapping noise against wet pavement. Now they were making a sort of squishing noise against spongy earth.
Hikari snapped open her eyes in surprise and looked around. Although rain still sprinkled down from the heavens and the sun was still hidden, the road she had been running on was gone. She was now in the middle of an open field with no sign of the buildings she had been running by anywhere near.
Abruptly, she stopped running and looked around, fear beginning to nip at her. This is really weird, she thought, looking around the field in confusion. Where am I? This place…it seemed familiar, like she'd been here before, yet it seemed as thought it was not part of Earth. Then it hit her: the Digiworld. She was in the Digiworld, but how or why she had no idea. She along with Takeru, Daisuke, Miyako, Iori and all the other Digidestined's had saved this world little more than a year ago.
Something about the Digital World was different for Hikari, though. It appeared to be the same, but something in the air felt wrong, like there was something she should know that she did not. The feeling made her uncomfortable and she wanted badly to shout out for Gatomon or one of the other Digimon that had helped her and her friends to save this world, but for some reason no sound would leave her throat.
The sound of footsteps suddenly came to her and she shouted: "Hey! I'm over here!" hoping that it was maybe Tai or one of her friends. Maybe they'll know what's going on, she thought.
No sooner had the thought entered her mind than a large, rough hand clamped over her mouth, smothering the scream of terror that ripped through her throat….
~*~
Yamato yawned heavily and rubbed his eyes. He hated getting up so early in the morning, but his band had a gig that evening and this was the only chance they would have to practice before. The weight of the guitar that he was carrying on his back felt immense and his eyes were so heavy he felt as though he was about to drop down to the cement and go to sleep.
Almost there, he thought as he turned a corner. And suddenly he was no longer on the sidewalk anymore. In fact, he was no longer in Japan anymore as far as he could tell. That sure woke him up in a hurry.
"What—" he muttered as he quickly took in his surroundings. He was in a dense forest. The trees seemed to reach up into infinity and the air was misty. The ground he stood on was mushy and slippery with a thick layer of mud. "This is crazy…am I in the Digiworld again?"
"It certainly appears to be so," a familiar voice replied.
"Koushiro? You're here, too?"
The red-haired boy stepped onto the muddied path beside him and nodded before adding: "this is quite strange, I must admit. I got here without using any type of Digiport at all. How about you?"
"I was just walking down the street and the next thing I knew I was here. Got any idea why?"
Koushiro shook his head. "I can't figure it out. I was just picking up my laptop and suddenly I was transported here."
Yamato noticed that indeed, Koushiro was carrying his laptop in its case. "Did you try checking the e-mail?" he inquired. "You know, maybe one of the Digimon or Gennai sent an e-mail."
"I did after I got here. Nothing at all."
They were quiet for a moment until Yamato suddenly whispered: "did you hear that?"
Koushiro shook his head and inquired: "what?"
There was a very
soft squishing noise. "That," Yamato hissed. Another squishing noise. "What is it?"
"Somebody's coming. I wonder who it—" but that was as far a
Koushiro got before a strong hand slapped over his mouth. He had just enough time to glance over at
Yamato, whose eyes were wide with horror and surprise and who also had a hand
over his mouth, before losing consciousness.
~*~
BRIIIIIIIIIIIING! The
alarm clock raucously rang, forcing Daisuke out of a sound sleep. He fumbled for the switch without bothering
to open his eyes. He couldn't find it
and the alarm clock continued to blare.
Daisuke felt around for the alarm clock, getting a little annoyed with the loud noise, but still couldn't find it. That's weird, he thought. Usually it wasn't that difficult to find the clock. And then it stopped.
He didn't think anything of the sudden silence—until he opened his eyes to a most unexpected sight—he was not in his bedroom or bed at all. He was lying on a pile of wet leaves beside a rapid river. The banks beside the raging waters were slippery with mud and the air was heavy with dew.
"Gah!" he cried out, sitting up quickly in his surprise. This was definitely not something you would expect to wake up to. "No way," he murmured to himself. "There is no way this could be the Digiworld." But this certainly seemed to be the case.
He heard a footstep in the soft mud behind him and turned to face an incredibly tall man whose face was hidden by a black cloak. The man was bending down to him.
Daisuke panicked and quickly crawled backwards. Unfortunately, the swift action caused him to slip in the mud. He slid into the torrential waters and cried out in fear as the icy cold water hit him like a slap. When he opened his mouth, the cold water rushed in, making him choke.
The rushing water was roaring in his ears, but he could still hear the man back on the bank of the river cursing in anger. He was being turned around and around in the river and the current was too strong for him to swim against it. I've got to get out of here! He desperately thought, kicking his legs to try and stay above the water.
He opened his mouth to cry for help, but this only caused him to choke on more of the water. And then he was pulled under the muddy water. He was turned around so many times he'd lost track of up and down, but it wasn't like it would help if he knew the difference, he couldn't swim against the river at all.
Something scraped against his shoulder and vaguely, Daisuke realized it was the riverbed. Oh, I'm at the bottom, he thought. He suddenly felt lightheaded, as though the person in the river was somebody else. That's nice….
And that was the last thought he had before his eyes slid closed.