Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Later that night…

Izzy couldn't sleep. His mind was running with all the possibilities this new girl brought, and ever the thinker, Izzy was going through a million different theories, working and re-working them. It was one of those times he wished his mind would just shut up and let him sleep. Of course it didn't, so all he did was toss and turn and keep trying to kick Tentomon out of his space. That dumb Digimon had stranger sleeping habits that Tai, who was currently sprawled out in all directions on his sleeping bag with Agumon laying on his stomach in a similar fashion. Tentomon on the other hand just kept rolling over to Izzy's side, then trying to roll over on Izzy.

Put him on a hill in his sleep and he'd just keep rolling down. Izzy thought bitterly. Tentomon really wasn't helping Izzy's all ready restless sleeping.

Izzy sighed, kicked Tentomon's shell again to give him enough room, and got up, carefully treading over the sleeping kids and Digimon. When he walked by Jou he noticed that Gomamon wasn't with him. Izzy stood there for a moment, finding it rather strange, then just shrugged it off and headed for the dining room area of Gennai's place. When he made it in he saw Gomamon sitting on that girl's lap on a bed in the next room over, talking softly and pointing to different fish swimming around outside the window. She was sitting up against the wall with a blanket over her legs and several bandages over her cuts and burns. Izzy started to approach them when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He jumped and nearly yelped, but was able to throw his hand over his mouth to stop the sound from emerging. He spun around and looked up to see Jon standing there, smiling as he put a finger to his lips.

"I couldn't sleep." Jon explained in a hushed tone.

"Neither could I." Izzy confessed, sharing Jon's tone.

"She's awake?" Jon asked, looking over Izzy's shoulder, "So that's where Gomamon ran off to…" he added as though he were thinking aloud. Izzy nodded.

"Should we bother them?" Izzy asked uncertainly, to which he received an unsure shrug from Jon.

"Why not? Not like we have anything better to do." He said as he brushed past Izzy and walked in to the room. Izzy sighed.

Some days I wonder if it's really worth it all… He thought as he followed Jon. Gomamon looked up as the two wandered in.

"Hey guys." He said quietly. Janeene looked up with surprise, her eyes going wide.

"Relax." Jon told her, "We come in peace, remember?" he added with a smile, holding up two fingers in a peace sign. Janeene rolled her eyes, letting out a tiny sigh of relief as Jon grabbed a pillow from the table in there and sat down, Izzy following suit.
"Just because I'm a Pyrokenetic does not mean I'm an alien." She snapped.

"Gezz…not a night person, are ya?" Jon asked with yet another smirk.

"Quiet you." She retorted, turning her attention back to the window in an effort to blatantly ignore the rather obnoxious boy.

"What are you doing up, Gomamon?" Izzy asked, hoping to stop the arguing.

"I heard something and came out to see what it was. Janeene was crying. I came out to see if I could help." Gomamon explained.

"Crying?" Jon echoed, raising an eyebrow, "You don't strike me as the type who would cry easily." Janeene scowled and pushed a loose lock of golden hair behind her ear, still not looking directly at Jon.

"Well, I'm kinda in a lot of pain right now." She muttered, running her fingers over a thick bandage on her right hand.

"Oh. Well, I would imagine so after passing out like that. You looked like hell."

"Thanks."

"Jon, stop it…" Izzy hissed to his friend.

"What?" Jon asked innocently enough.

"Remember what Gabumon told you?"

"Oh…right…" Jon muttered, slightly turning red in his cheeks.

"So what were you two doing up?" Gomamon asked, sensing the second wave of tension that had washed over the room in a matter of seconds.

"Couldn't sleep." They both chimed in unison.

"Are you doing okay now?" Izzy asked Janeene.

"I think I'll be okay, though I could really use some pain killers. Gomamon's just been talking to me to take my mind off of all of it." The blonde answered.

"It's all I can do, since I'm not exactly a healing Digimon over here." Gomamon added cheerfully. Jon cleared his throat and decided he was going to try and be civilized.

"So…Janeene…uh, where are you from?"

"Oregon. One of the east suburbs of Portland called Troutdale." She said, finally deciding to look at them.

"Oregon? Cool. I'm from California." Jon said.

"You do realize that I don't know either of your names, don't you?" Janeene said, a tiny blush creeping in to her cheeks.

"Oh. I'm Koushirou Izumi, but you can just call me Izzy." The red head said.

"Jon Gamma, the only other American here." The dark haired one said with a huge grin, running his hand through his long ponytail.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Izzy exclaimed quietly.

"Nothing, Izz, I'm just stating a fact!" Jon said. Janeene giggled at the two of them.

"If he's the only other American, then where are you from, Izzy?"

"Tokyo, Japan. That's where we're all from, except for Jon, of course."

"Just don't tell me you know any forien languages. I hate when these guys go off in Japanese!" Jon said in an almost pleading tone.

"Actually…" Janeene started, a smile creeping up on her. Jon moaned loudly and fell over on the floor, "I know Spanish." Izzy and Janeene laughed as Jon fell over in a comical fashion and lay on the ground groaning, "It will never end, will it?"

Janeene glanced back out the window and sighed.

"What?" Gomamon asked.

"Nothing…" she replied softly.

"Something's wrong. I can tell by that look on your face." Jon said, sitting back up.

"It's just…I'm so confused. I know all about this place, the Digimon, everything, but I don't know why I'm here or how I know all these things. I almost think it has something to do with the fact that my parents were killed in some kind of strange accident in my hometown." Janeene let out a short laugh, "Maybe I'm just crazy, but I could have sworn it had something to do with monsters!"

"Monsters?" Izzy, Jon and Gomamon echoed in shock, each exchanging wide-eyed glances.

"About how long ago did this happen?" Izzy inquired. Janeene shrugged and shook her head.

"Three…maybe four years ago…" she answered.

Four years ago…I was living in Highton View Terrace…I only lived there for six months I think, then Mom and Dad got all freaked out, something about a terrorist bombing. But it wasn't a terrorist bombing! It was Digimon! Fighting in the real world! I saw it! Izzy realized, the epiphany hitting him like a bolt of lightning.

That's when all this started for me! That's when I saw a Digimon in my town! So something like that happened to her… and killed her parents…Jon frowned at the thought, knowing that must have been hard for her.

"Um…go on…" Jon said.

"Well that's all this information started coming to me. I couldn't figure it out. I really didn't have time to dwell on it, though. I had to be moved to Troutdale to live with my uncle, and he since he had a lot more money than my Mom and Dad, he was able to get me in to a really prestigious arts school. So my life was pretty much booked from there on in with art shows, concerts, recitals, and I didn't have time to think about all this new information in my brain.

"I found out later that my family isn't even my real family. I was adopted at six months, just left on these people's doorstep in the rain. So I guess for that, I always felt like an outcast among all these preps, so it was kind of my choice to get so wrapped up in my schoolwork. When I was pulled here three days ago, I was scared at first, but then…I don't know. It was like I felt like I belonged. Something I haven't felt in a long time…" Janeene explained as she stared off in to space.

Jon and Izzy glanced at each other knowingly.

She doesn't know about the prophecy…Izzy thought.

"Created? Doesn't that sound a little off to you guys?" Matt's words ran through Jon's mind, the feeling that he had while walking down the stairs to Gennai's coming back again. He shuttered and rubbed the back of his neck, willing that feeling to stop invading him.

Gomamon stared at the girl that Gennai called the 'Created'.

Gennai once said that the power of these nine kids would be enough to defeat the Dark Masters, but now he's enlisted the aid of a girl who doesn't even know who she really is. Is Gennai pullin' our fins or are we just being used by something bigger than even the Dark Masters?