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A/n- ch. 2 is UP! Hooray! ::whistle, clap:: ::looks around as dead silence replied:: Well okay then, let's just get started, okie? Yeah!

~* a city in Maine, Saturday, 9:41 AM *~

Arianne leaned against a wall and panted. Finally, she was here. After minutes of guilty conscience for leaving the boy there and the victims, she was finally here.

~* a field in Maine, let's just call it MaineField ^^, Saturday, 9:42 AM *~

Koushirou could feel nothing right now. He was numb. I hope I'm not paralyzed. Kuri's wails can still be heard across the field, but her voice was muffled often by the other screams of hurt passengers. Koushirou was crushed against part of the plane but he could still see thru a tiny slit in the metal, and he saw people staggering around, moaning and crying for help.

He had closed his eyes when he saw a man who looked like he had put his legs in with an egg beater. He was dragging himself around, groaning as the blood streamed out. Koushirou winced.

Ricky could smell the smoke emitted from Shirl's burnt body. He didn't want to look, but as the stench overpowered him, he did. Jet fuel were leaking out from all around him, and fire was spreading rapidly. "Mom, dad, Shirl…"

Kuri stopped crying abruptly. Something was poking out of the nice boy, Koushirou's, backpack. It looked like another one of those mini-computers, except much smaller. She couldn't see Koushirou though, and she worried over that. She was trapped underneath a piece of debris, but she could easily push it away, so she did. "K-Koushirou?" she said tentatively as she crept towards the lump of metal that covered the boy. "Kuri!" she heard him call out.

"Koushirou, are you okay? Wuzzat stickin' out of your baggy?" Kuri tried to lift the little device up. It had the words "D-Terminal" on it.

"It's Miyako's D-Terminal!" Koushirou yelled back. "Open it and click the email icon!"

Kuri pressed the power on button and immediately the computer loaded, with an image of a girl with purple hair and a boy with short black hair posed together, laughing, as the wallpaper. She clicked the icon and a small "Send Letter" screen popped up.

"Send it to SoccerCelebrity43@couragefriendship.com!" Koushirou was stuck underneath a giant piece of metal, and Kuri could see the metal shifting because Koushirou was struggling to get himself out. She did as Koushirou told, putting HELP! as the subject and typing "My plane crashed, we're somewhere near New York, send help!!! Signed, Koushirou"

Ava stumbled to someone screaming for help, but when she reached the place where she thought the person was, she found out he was dead, and the person screaming was buried underneath. "Chill, chill, Ava girl…" she repeated to herself and held back the urge to puke as she lifted the dead person's body up and struggled to lift up the elderly woman underneath.

~* New York City Airport, Saturday, 10:02AM *~

Kuri's grandmother clasped her hands together nervously, "The plane's awfully late."

Mimi nodded, deep in a prayer to God. Just then a speaker above their heads crackled:

"Would all visitors expecting passengers from flight #255 please report to the front desk, where we will move you to a private conference room."

"They're just going to tell us the plane landed somewhere else, yes, that's right." Mimi reiterated to herself as she and Kuri's grandmother, whose name was Kumiko, as she learned, stood up.

"I hope so too, hon." Kumiko whispered.

~* a 7-Eleven store in Maine, Saturday, 10:04AM *~

There. She did it. She called the police department and they're rushing towards the scene right now. Arianne breathed a sigh of relief.

The clerk behind the counter, an outrageously gorgeous boy named Edgar, peered at her worriedly. He looked Asian, but he had a beautiful German accent as he said, "Are you alright? You sounded urgently in need of help."

"Well, that is true, in a way." Arianne admitted. "You might not believe this, but I was on a plane that crashed…yes, I know I look unscathed and I am, and I admit it's a miracle, but believe me, please? I swear to heaven and earth and the Heavenly Father I'm telling the truth and nothing but the truth."

"Chill, girl! I vos just asking. A plane crash, you said? Voa." Edgar thought this over a bit. "Ya mean a private jet?"

"No, I mean something like an airliner, a passenger plane, a 747." Arianne choked back a sob, "I left a little boy there. I have to go back. Thanks for the phone, and help." She turned to go away when Edgar called out, "Yo, girlie, this thing looks serious. Vot do you think about me helpin' out?"

"Really? Wow thanks, Edgar! But what about the shop?" Arianne motioned to the cash register.

Edgar shrugged, "No problem, as for the shop, Vesley's got it covered. Oh, by the way, call me Eddie."

Arianne craned her neck to look for "Wesley", and she spotted a gruff-looking man shuffling around the back of the store. Assuming that was Wesley, she led the way to the small field, remembering the little boy with the broken leg.

~* New York Airport Conference room, Saturday, 10:12AM *~

Mimi sat down in one of the comfy velvet chairs they have lined out and crossed her fingers, Please, just let the plane be stuck somewhere else—in Siberia, Sahara Desert, Mars, or where ever, I don't care! Just let Koushirou be safe.

"Ahem," a formal-looking man stepped up to a small podium, which was propped on a dais to make the speaker look bigger, but right now he just looked menacing to Mimi, "my name is Mr. Reginald Weiss, and I'm the chairperson of this airport."

Boring! Mimi thought, let's get to the stupid point already.

"As you all know, flight #255 is delayed, and we just got the reason for that unfortunate delay." Mr. Weiss cleared his throat and Mimi prayed to God for mercy. "It seems like it crashed in Maine, and rescuers are on their way to save them, so don't you worry. We'll have the list of survivors in no time, so folks, please be patient and wait."

Freakin' bastard, Mimi thought, he's acting like it's no big deal! Well guess what, buster? This is the real deal! People's lives are at stake! So let's GET REAL!

Kumiko prayed silently, her hands clasped together and tears slowly cascading down her cheeks to splatter on the smiling photo of Kuri.

~* Odaiba, Japan, Saturday, 10:18AM *~

"Come back here Daisuke!" Hikari screamed, waving her fist in the air.

Daisuke stuck his tongue out and waved Hikari's pink notebook around in the air two more times before tossing it to Takeru.

Takeru handed the notebook to Hikari and shyly said, "I really like your sketch of the forget-me-nots."

Hikari smiled gratefully at the boy, she had been drawing a batch of flowers in here, Odaiba Park, when Daisuke grabbed it and began playing Keep-Away.

Miyako propped her hand in her chin and sighed, "Ken-chan, I wonder how Koushirou and Mimi are doing. He promised to call but it's already past the time his plane was supposed to arrive!"

Ken put his arm around Miyako, "He's probably just delayed, relax." Miyako nodded.

Taichi bounced a soccer ball on his head, "Either that or he's too busy getting it on with Mimi!"

"TAICHI!" Sora scolded as she snatched the soccer ball away, "that's not very nice."

Yamato grinned, "You're acting like a mother, Sora-chan."

Sora blushed, "W-well, y-you know…Taichi needs some counseling sometimes."

"Not sometime, all the time." Yamato replied jokingly and put his arm around Sora. Sora leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly, Taichi's soccer ball still clutched tightly in her arms.

Taichi made a disgusted look and turned away, muttering, "You'd think she'd be a bit sensitive after dissing me but noooooo! She has to do her best to make me jealous by doing kissy faces at my best friend and her boyfriend! Jeeeesh."

Hikari giggled.

Jyou and Iori were sitting on a bench next to some bushes, discussing the techniques and skills required in kendo. "I still say you need agility as well as strength to win." Iori crossed his arms.

"Well I say you only need agility!" Jyou shot back.

Daisuke was kicking his own soccer ball around when his D-Terminal rang. "Hey, I have mail!"

"Oh wow, what a surprise." Hikari rolled her eyes.

"Uh. Oh." Daisuke said as he read the email. "Looks like Izumi's plane crashed."

"NANI?!?!" everyone leapt up.

~* Mainefield, Saturday, 10:21AM *~

Ricky struggled to pull himself out from under the seat crushing him. "Help!" he cried, but knowing that it was no use. The fire was getting closer now, the smoke rising up his nostrils, causing him to sputter and choke. He could feel himself losing consciousness, "Mama…Papa…mi hermana, Raisse…mi amigos…adios…"

But suddenly fresh air rushed in, and he drank it in eagerly, hungrily. He felt arms reaching down to help him, and he grabbed the hands. All at once he was in bright sunlight, with people wrapped in fireproof coats surrounding him, spraying water at the raging fire. The fire crackled and hissed as it died. Ricky forced himself to look at Shirl's corpse again. She looked the same as ever, except with burnt marks all over and her face was locked in a scream of pain.

Koushirou felt himself running out of air. He couldn't afford to talk to Kuri now. Kuri was throwing her little body against the metal object in vain to push it away. Then he heard a strangely familiar voice…

"Eeee! A buuuuuggggg!" he heard Kuri's voice squealing.

Waitaminnit, a bug?

"No no, I'm not a bug! I'm a Digimon! Digital Monsters! My name's Tentomon!"

Tentomon!

"Can you help the nice boy trapped in there then, Tentomon?" Kuri asked, sniffling.

Tentomon nodded, and used his Electric Shocker. Koushirou felt a blast from behind him, and suddenly sunlight streamed in and he blinked at the light.

"Koushirou!" Tentomon and Kuri cried blissfully at the same time.

Koushirou grinned, "Didja miss me?"


Ava heaved another seat off another passenger. The passenger, this time a short man, thanked her briefly and began limping towards a small campfire the walking wounded have started by collecting sticks and twigs. Ava sighed and looked overhead. She gasped. There was a giant eagle-like creature with bull's horns flying overhead, and it came to a stop right in front of her. A girl with light purple hair jumped off him and said, "Good work, Aquilamon, now let's save those people!"

The creature nodded and together the duo began shuffling thru the wreckage and hauling screaming people out.

Salina Mayfield and her twin brother sat on top a large piece of the wing. What had happened? Salina's brother, Jorge, kept asking. Salina was ten minutes older than Jorge, and she ignored him. She was crying silently by herself. Both her parents died in the crash.

"Pepper breath!"

Salina looked up.

A boy with messy brown hair and a small yellowish dinosaur-like creature was melting down a metal door. Salina stared as people crowded out, crying and screaming for family. "Order people, order!" the boy yelled, grabbing the dinosaur-like animal from the chaos.

"Whoa…" Salina said under her breath and Jorge said at the same time, "I want that dinosaur toy!"

Tomas Greenfield wiped sweat off his forehead. This fire was hot, and putting it out wasn't going to be easy. "Let me help!" a voice from behind Tomas said. He turned to find a boy with blue hair and glasses standing with a seal-like creature.

"Marching fishes!" the seal-like creature shouted and out of nowhere, fishes came out and squirted water at the fire until it died down.

"Yowch." Tomas murmured.

~* New York Airport conference room, Saturday, 10:31 AM *~

Mr. Weiss tapped the microphone on the podium so that it made a screeching sound and everyone jumped to attention—literally.

"We have the list of survivors!" he said that like he just got a new toy train for Christmas, Mimi and Kumiko despised his tone. "Here they are, in alphabetical order: Anderson, Julia. Arriman, Raul. Azum, Yahto. Banes, Emilio. Barn, Tanya. Beane, Ernie…" his voice droned on and on, and as Mimi waited expectantly, Mr. Weiss finished with a flourish, "and Zurm, Leena."

She did not hear Koushirou nor Kuri's name.

"Please be informed that this is not the correct list. We may have more survivors. And now Ms. Reed will read out the names of the victims."

A woman with her white hair tied sternly in a bun came out and began in a monotone voice reading out the deceaseds' names, "First, will Ackerman, Jacob's family please come forth."

Mimi winced as a woman's piercing shriek echoed thru the tiny conference room, she was wailing, "Not Jacob! Please, Lord forbid, not Jacob!"

Mimi wondered if she would be like that if Ms. Reed read out Koushirou's name.

~* Mainefield, Saturday, 10:43AM *~

"Exveemon, V-Laser!" Daisuke swung his finger at a small clump of metal in which a small boy was crying out for help.

"V-Laser!" Exveemon repeated and his attack hit the metal straight-on, freeing the boy. But instead of running away, the boy just stayed there, and kept on crying. Daisuke crept nearer and as he saw the reason for his pain, Daisuke's stomach did a flip-flop: the boy had a metal rod lacerating his left thigh.

"Whassa matter?" Exveemon came closer and a look at the boy caused a wave of nausea.

"Ouch. We should get the ambulance crew." Daisuke suggested. Exveemon agreed and flew off to find someone with a stretcher while Daisuke tried to calm the boy down by making funny faces at him.

"Way to go, Nefertimon!" Hikari cheered as her Digimon rescued another passenger. The Digimon was flying up to high places where people were stuck and bringing them down. Nefertimon yelled, "Rosetta Stone!" as she crushed a fire with her stone tablet.


~* New York Airport conference room, Saturday, 10:47AM *~

After minutes of fidgeting—it seemed like hours to Mimi and Kumiko—Mr. Weiss finally received the new list of survivors.

"Almeida, Elise. Brands, Crissy. Chen, Ying-Ming. Getama, Kuri. Izumi, Koushirou—"

Mimi and Kumiko were crying out in happiness, screaming, "Koushirou! Kuri!"

Mr. Weiss raised an eyebrow, "Please be quiet, ladies."

Embarrassed, Mimi and Kumiko sat down, tears of happiness and relief streaming down their faces.

~* Mainefield, Saturday, 10:51AM*~

Arianne stopped. "Vot is it?" Edgar asked.

"Something flying overhead…" Arianne faltered. "Something like a giant bug…"

"With a boy sitting on it…" Edgar continued.

They could hear the boy cry, "C'mon, faster, Stingmon!"

A/n- that's ch.2! thanks for waiting, y'all!

Later dayz

CyberSerpent .~

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