Dear LORD! I just
read over one of my fics and they're REALLY spaced out! I'll try to fix it, because it looks really
stupid! Whoops. Please tell me if this looks better.
I forgot to mention last chapter, but now each of the chapters focus on a
Digidestined. Daisuke is done, and one
of them won't be used.
Dis-ca-laimer: The characters that are used in this fictional story are not property of Cold, but instead are property of Toei Animations.
Although they were a little shaken from the drive, the Digidestined arrived in the Digital World. The ground was covered in water and mud, so obviously it had rained.
They headed to Primary Village where they found Iori, soaking wet, sitting on a bench. He headed home to take a shower, and the Digidestined gathered up their Digimon.
"Where's that little bugger that's suppose to be looking after me?" roared Elecmon, shaking the dictionary at Ken.
"He went home to shower!" Ken yelled back. He headed off to the kitchen too… cook potatoes. Oh the excitement.
Iori walked into his apartment. There his mother stood, holding a spatula and looking mad. Iori gulped.
"I called Takeru's last night, but you and him were out renting a movie. Yamato left a note. Why didn't you call me?" she demanded. Iori gulped again.
"Well… Yamato wants to be an artist… but he's not very good, and we thought it was just a sheet of scribbles! So we threw it out!" Iori lied. His mother glared at him.
"That's not going to work this time, young man!"
"Careful, no pushing!" Takeru yelled, while trying to direct the Poyomon into a shack. In his arms was assorted minor injury equipment, and he was having trouble seeing around it.
"Takeruuuuuuuuu!" yelled a Poyomon, as it came flying towards him. He screamed and dropped the medical equipment as the Poyomon hit him.
"Smooth move, numb nuts!" yelled a Poyomon. It received a death glare.
"Takeruuuuuuuuu! Iori said that he's grounded and he can't come back here for a while so someone else should look after Elecmon! Iori told me to tell you because I was in his backpack!" it announced happily. Takeru motioned for the other Poyomon to clean up the supplies, and headed off to tell Ken that he was stuck with Elecmon now.
After a slight disagreement, Takeru stood in front of the Poyomon. They had gotten into pairs and were given a tenser bandage per pair. He held up a tenser bandage.
"Alright, you hold this part here, then wrap the bandage around, and then you put these clippie thingies at the end," Takeru said, trying to demonstrate. He finally gave up and dropped it on the ground.
"Now you try! I'll come by and see how you're doing in a minute, I have to go check that Ken hasn't killed Elecmon."
"Watch the bump, Girly!" yelled Elecmon. Ken had been instructed to take Elecmon to the kitchen with him, and that's just what he was trying to do. Elecmon had insisted on bringing a GIANT dictionary that Ken couldn't carry, so now Elecmon was in a wheelbarrow being pushed along.
It was then that Takeru walked up from nowhere.
"Having trouble?" he asked. Ken sighed and dropped the wheelbarrow. It tipped on its side and Elecmon when rolling out.
"Yes! Greatly! He insisted on bringing that dictionary and now he keeps calling me Girly!" Ken yelled. Takeru held back a laugh.
"Well, keep up the good work… Girly!" Takeru ran away before Ken could comment. The blue haired boy grumbled, picked up the wheelbarrow, and steered it into the kitchen.
"Hey!" yelled Elecmon, "You forgot me!"
Seconds later Ken reappeared and shoved Elecmon into the kitchen.
"Very good," said Takeru, passing a Poyomon that had a tenser bandage around it… erm… waist.
"Keep trying!" he commented as he passed a Poyomon having some trouble.
"Umm… I don't think that's right," the blond said, looking at a Poyomon wrapped completely in bandages. He continued to monitor the Poyomon.
"GAH! MY EYE!" cried a Poyomon from the other side of the room.
"Careful where you put those clips," called Takeru, "They really hurt the eye!"
"Lunch time!" called Ken, trying to ignore the sound of Elecmon reading the dictionary. The kitchen was filled with Digidestined and Digimon the next second, and Ken was shoved up against the wall. The Digimon crowded out, and the Digidestined were left standing with empty plates.
"I'm hungry," said Miyako, looking at the empty bowl. Ken sighed.
"There's cookies in the fridge…" A loud cheer cut off Ken, and then the Digidestined were crowded around the fridge.
"Careful!" yelled Elecmon, pausing from reading the dictionary, "don't eat the chocolate ones!"
"Alright! Here we are, learning about first aid. Right now, we learn how to apply band aids," Takeru held up a box of colorful rainbow-y band-aids.
"You pull this paper thing off, then the other one, and then you put the white part over the cut and put the sticky parts onto the skin." The Poyomon listened, and did what they were told. Takeru checked over it, and noted that everyone had done a great job.
"Now take the band aids off…"
"Youch!" cried a few Poyomon.
"But don't rip them off, it really hurts! Now, you may not have expected this. We are going to train… for soccer! Simply because I have to show Daisuke I can coach a better team than him." Takeru announced, smiling proudly.
And that's exactly what they did. They headed off to train for soccer, and they did quite well. Although, now their first aid skills had to be put to the test, with all the injuries that occurred.
"You guys did great!" yelled Takeru, from his seat in a beach chair. The Poyomon were taking a swim in the lake, and the sun was slowly setting… at 6:45. Hey, this is the Digital World!
"Oh my, the jelly fish are certainly over-populating this year," commented a random person as they walked by, referring to the Poyomon.
"Umm… yes," muttered Takeru.
"So who's staying with the Digimon tonight?" asked Hikari.
"Hmm… since last time we lost a member, how about one of us just takes them to the real world?" suggested Miyako. Everyone thought about it for a moment before agreeing.
"I'll take them tonight," offered Daisuke.
And so, the Digidestined headed home, with a group of Digimon following behind. On their way home, they received a wave from the old lady that had borrowed them the car, and then went for ice cream.
Bah. I want to go shopping. Sorry this part sucked.
Normally down here there might be a dream I once had or something. But not today. Do you know why? Because today I give a great big thanks to EMU! Hello, Emu! Thanks for reviewing many of my fics! I hope I get a lot more reviews from you too! Maybe drop me a line sometime and we'll chat!
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: I dyed my hair blond yesterday.
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT#2: Yesterday I also said I wanted to see Silence of the Lambs. My mom said I have to wait until I'm 14. So I asked if I could read the book. She said she only had Hannibal and I wasn't aloud to read it. Poop.