Only In Tokyo: Chapter 5 - The TV Station
By Ian Jenkins
"Before we go anywhere…" I began, "…we need to get the stuff out of the apartment. People are beginning to get suspicious."
Seth shrugged as we headed back towards the Odaiba District. I was nervous. We had to get to the TV station to get these files and that was the only place they were located. 'Dammit, Izzy…' I thought, 'You'd better be right about this…'
~*~
"Something tells me that we didn't come all this way just to get the stuff out of your apartment." Seth said as we were on the roof. Not the roof of my apartment, mind you, but the apartment that housed the DigiDestined, and, more importantly, the Eighth Child, Kari.
"You're swift." I said as I tied a cord around my waist, "Now, all you've got to do is to lower me down until I tell you to stop." In my hand, I clutched a tape recorder. I wanted this on tape to remember our little trip and what better event than Kari's acceptance that she's the Eighth Child?
"All right…" Seth said as I swung over the side. Seth was slowly lowering me down. I could see into the windows and I'd know which one was the Kamiyas' apartment. Once I saw the outline of some really freaky hair (that was Tai's), I knew I was there. I signaled Seth to stop lowering and I clamored onto the balcony, quickly retreating into the shadows just as the door opened and Tai's little sister, Kari, walked out, I guess stargazing. As if on cue, Gatomon and Wizardmon floated down onto the balcony from the other apartment. I listened carefully and activated the tape recorder as I listened to their conversation with Kari. As Gatomon and Kari hugged, I heard another voice. Tai and Augumon had come out in time to see the two embrace.
"Kari!" Tai exclaimed, "Get away from her! She's an evil Digimon!"
"No, she isn't." Kari shook her head, "She's my Digimon! I'm the Eighth Child!"
Well, that's all that was needed to clinch it for me. I turned of the recorder and grinned. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding and Augumon fired a Pepper Breath at Wizardmon. Kari got in front of the wizard Digimon and Gatomon, being Kari's Digimon, reflexively jumped in front of Kari to take the hit.
"Gatomon!" Kari cried.
"Tai!" Augumon said, suddenly, "Someone else is here!"
I froze. The Pepper Breath must have shown light where I was.
Tai frowned, "I don't like this…whoever's there, show yourself!"
'The jig is up…' I thought as I stepped out into the light.
"You…" Gatomon glared at me as she was getting up.
"You're the one who's been spying on all of us!" Tai exclaimed, glaring at me as well. It was an all-around Glare-Fest going on. Looked like everyone hated me.
"Not spying, Tai…" I sighed, "I'd tell you exactly WHY I'm here but I don't even know the reason myself."
I dodged quickly to avoid being scratched again by Gatomon. I glared at her, "I already have enough scars on my face, thank you."
"Who ARE you?" Kari asked.
I was silent for a moment. Then I spoke, "I can't tell you. I'm sorry." With that, I leapt over Gatomon and over the side of the apartment, not intending to kill myself but to have Seth drag me back up. I was just fortunate that Seth was quick about it.
~*~
"You're an IDIOT!" Seth yelled at me, "A COMPLETE MORON!"
"Seth, what did you want me to do?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Tell them who we were? Why we're here? We can't do that! We might screw things up!"
"YOU nearly screwed things up just by being there!" Seth glared at me. Great. Now, he, too, was glaring at me.
"Look, come on." I said, "We need to get to the TV Station."
As I walked away from him, I could distinctly hear Seth, once again, call me an idiot. I made a note to throw a rock at him later.
~*~
I despised Myotismon greatly. Now I was marching right into the lion's den. It did take us a while to reach the TV Station. It was quite a ways from the forest Seth and I were at previously. From a distance, the two of us stared at the TV station, wondering how we ever got into this mess and why we came here in the first place. Simple. Vacation. I asked myself again why my parents had decided to take me to Tokyo for vacation. Instead of sightseeing tours, we were now staring directly ahead at Myotismon's lair. It made me sick to my stomach. I swore to myself that, if I ever survived this, next year I was going to Miami. But…there was no going back now. We were there and there could be no help of it. This was going to be the only way we could get home.
"You ready?" I asked Seth, who was staring straight ahead.
"I guess so…" he replied, hesitantly, "Do we have a choice?"
"I don't think so…" I said, shaking my head, "Izzy said that these files are needed to send us home so… there isn't a way around it."
"Do you remember what happened here?" He asked me.
I gulped slightly as the two of us continued onwards towards the TV Station, "Other than the final battle with Myotismon…erm…not really. This is his headquarters so anything can happen."
"That's what I was afraid of…" Seth said, nervously.
As we reached the television station, we quietly tread up the metal steps. Up…up…up we headed towards the interior. From the outside, with all the fog and stuff around, it looked pretty darn spooky! The inside was an entire different matter. The inside scared the living hell out of us! It was almost completely dark, save for the shots of light that burst out from the broken wires. And out of the corner of my eye I saw…
"Rats…" I muttered as I looked at the Bakemon that were floating about. Well, this was great.
"Ian!" Seth yelped in a whisper, "There! There's the room!" he pointed to a door past the Bakemon marked '42-G'. That was the one alright. The tune of 'Mission: Impossible' again playing in my head, Seth and I crept along the wall, nearing the door marked 42-G. We had almost reached the light of the corridor when Seth put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around.
"You get the files..." he said, "I'll deal with those Bakemon."
"What are you going to do?" I asked him, a worried look on my face.
"You'll see..." he smiled and then burst out, into the light, sticking his tongue out at the ghost Digimon and making weird noises. The Bakemon turned to face him, somewhat confused by what he was doing. It took them two minutes for them to figure out he was insulting them. They weren't the brightest of Digimon, of course. With that, they gave chase, leaving their post and giving me the opportunity to get into the 42-B room.
I slipped in quietly and closed the door behind me. So far, so good. While Seth led the Bakemon on a chase, I was free to find the files. The room was dark. It was so dark, I couldn't see my own hand smacking my face. Ow. Reaching around the wall, I tried to find the light switch. My hand finally brushed against it and the light flicked on. Very impressive. A few boxes, a few lead pipes in the ceiling, and a computer terminal in the back was all that was in there. Nothing really special or anything I'd consider to be our way home. However, I did as Izzy had previously instructed and inserted the disk into the computer and located the necessary files. DGMN01.dll, DGMN02.dll, and DGMN03.dll we downloaded to the disk in a quick instant.
"Bingo." I grinned, taking the disk back out and slipping it into my pocket. Taking the radio back out, I called to Seth, "Mission accomplished. Operation Koushiro has been completed." There was no answer. I quirked an eyebrow, "Seth?" Still, no answer. "Hello?" I finally exploded into the radio.
"I'm afraid your friend cannot answer the call right now." an all-too familiar voice replied. I frowned, angry and afraid.
"Who the hell is this!?" I exclaimed, glaring into the radio, while in my mind, I knew exactly who it was.
"I think you know the answer already."
My jaw tightened, "MYOTISMON!"
There was only laughing on the other side.
"What have you done with Seth!?" I exclaimed, my eyes like a blazing inferno.
"He's here with me. He's been...quite stubborn, considering the information I want." Myotismon explained, "But, perhaps, you will give me the answers I want..."
I could hear Seth's faint voice in the background, yelling, "Don't listen to him, Ian!" he exclaimed, "Get out of here NOW!!!"
I didn't think twice to burst out of the room, heading for the exit. Much to my chagrin, I looked back and saw Bakemon in hot pursuit. Worse was when I reached the door. MORE Bakemon guarding the door. With no other option available, I bust out the window, breaking it. The glass shattered around my body as I emerged from the TV station and falling the rest of the way down, a good ten feet. As I landed, I was pretty sure I heard a crack. My leg was in intense pain as I lay on the ground, clutching it, wincing but not screaming or yelling anything. Well, actually, I did mutter a few dozen choice words under my breath and in different languages.
It took me another ten minutes but I picked myself up and started to walk away. It was going just fine. I didn't even think to look behind me as something large hit me from behind, knocking me down and pinning me under it. Whatever it was, it was big...and orange.
By Ian Jenkins
"Before we go anywhere…" I began, "…we need to get the stuff out of the apartment. People are beginning to get suspicious."
Seth shrugged as we headed back towards the Odaiba District. I was nervous. We had to get to the TV station to get these files and that was the only place they were located. 'Dammit, Izzy…' I thought, 'You'd better be right about this…'
~*~
"Something tells me that we didn't come all this way just to get the stuff out of your apartment." Seth said as we were on the roof. Not the roof of my apartment, mind you, but the apartment that housed the DigiDestined, and, more importantly, the Eighth Child, Kari.
"You're swift." I said as I tied a cord around my waist, "Now, all you've got to do is to lower me down until I tell you to stop." In my hand, I clutched a tape recorder. I wanted this on tape to remember our little trip and what better event than Kari's acceptance that she's the Eighth Child?
"All right…" Seth said as I swung over the side. Seth was slowly lowering me down. I could see into the windows and I'd know which one was the Kamiyas' apartment. Once I saw the outline of some really freaky hair (that was Tai's), I knew I was there. I signaled Seth to stop lowering and I clamored onto the balcony, quickly retreating into the shadows just as the door opened and Tai's little sister, Kari, walked out, I guess stargazing. As if on cue, Gatomon and Wizardmon floated down onto the balcony from the other apartment. I listened carefully and activated the tape recorder as I listened to their conversation with Kari. As Gatomon and Kari hugged, I heard another voice. Tai and Augumon had come out in time to see the two embrace.
"Kari!" Tai exclaimed, "Get away from her! She's an evil Digimon!"
"No, she isn't." Kari shook her head, "She's my Digimon! I'm the Eighth Child!"
Well, that's all that was needed to clinch it for me. I turned of the recorder and grinned. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding and Augumon fired a Pepper Breath at Wizardmon. Kari got in front of the wizard Digimon and Gatomon, being Kari's Digimon, reflexively jumped in front of Kari to take the hit.
"Gatomon!" Kari cried.
"Tai!" Augumon said, suddenly, "Someone else is here!"
I froze. The Pepper Breath must have shown light where I was.
Tai frowned, "I don't like this…whoever's there, show yourself!"
'The jig is up…' I thought as I stepped out into the light.
"You…" Gatomon glared at me as she was getting up.
"You're the one who's been spying on all of us!" Tai exclaimed, glaring at me as well. It was an all-around Glare-Fest going on. Looked like everyone hated me.
"Not spying, Tai…" I sighed, "I'd tell you exactly WHY I'm here but I don't even know the reason myself."
I dodged quickly to avoid being scratched again by Gatomon. I glared at her, "I already have enough scars on my face, thank you."
"Who ARE you?" Kari asked.
I was silent for a moment. Then I spoke, "I can't tell you. I'm sorry." With that, I leapt over Gatomon and over the side of the apartment, not intending to kill myself but to have Seth drag me back up. I was just fortunate that Seth was quick about it.
~*~
"You're an IDIOT!" Seth yelled at me, "A COMPLETE MORON!"
"Seth, what did you want me to do?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Tell them who we were? Why we're here? We can't do that! We might screw things up!"
"YOU nearly screwed things up just by being there!" Seth glared at me. Great. Now, he, too, was glaring at me.
"Look, come on." I said, "We need to get to the TV Station."
As I walked away from him, I could distinctly hear Seth, once again, call me an idiot. I made a note to throw a rock at him later.
~*~
I despised Myotismon greatly. Now I was marching right into the lion's den. It did take us a while to reach the TV Station. It was quite a ways from the forest Seth and I were at previously. From a distance, the two of us stared at the TV station, wondering how we ever got into this mess and why we came here in the first place. Simple. Vacation. I asked myself again why my parents had decided to take me to Tokyo for vacation. Instead of sightseeing tours, we were now staring directly ahead at Myotismon's lair. It made me sick to my stomach. I swore to myself that, if I ever survived this, next year I was going to Miami. But…there was no going back now. We were there and there could be no help of it. This was going to be the only way we could get home.
"You ready?" I asked Seth, who was staring straight ahead.
"I guess so…" he replied, hesitantly, "Do we have a choice?"
"I don't think so…" I said, shaking my head, "Izzy said that these files are needed to send us home so… there isn't a way around it."
"Do you remember what happened here?" He asked me.
I gulped slightly as the two of us continued onwards towards the TV Station, "Other than the final battle with Myotismon…erm…not really. This is his headquarters so anything can happen."
"That's what I was afraid of…" Seth said, nervously.
As we reached the television station, we quietly tread up the metal steps. Up…up…up we headed towards the interior. From the outside, with all the fog and stuff around, it looked pretty darn spooky! The inside was an entire different matter. The inside scared the living hell out of us! It was almost completely dark, save for the shots of light that burst out from the broken wires. And out of the corner of my eye I saw…
"Rats…" I muttered as I looked at the Bakemon that were floating about. Well, this was great.
"Ian!" Seth yelped in a whisper, "There! There's the room!" he pointed to a door past the Bakemon marked '42-G'. That was the one alright. The tune of 'Mission: Impossible' again playing in my head, Seth and I crept along the wall, nearing the door marked 42-G. We had almost reached the light of the corridor when Seth put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around.
"You get the files..." he said, "I'll deal with those Bakemon."
"What are you going to do?" I asked him, a worried look on my face.
"You'll see..." he smiled and then burst out, into the light, sticking his tongue out at the ghost Digimon and making weird noises. The Bakemon turned to face him, somewhat confused by what he was doing. It took them two minutes for them to figure out he was insulting them. They weren't the brightest of Digimon, of course. With that, they gave chase, leaving their post and giving me the opportunity to get into the 42-B room.
I slipped in quietly and closed the door behind me. So far, so good. While Seth led the Bakemon on a chase, I was free to find the files. The room was dark. It was so dark, I couldn't see my own hand smacking my face. Ow. Reaching around the wall, I tried to find the light switch. My hand finally brushed against it and the light flicked on. Very impressive. A few boxes, a few lead pipes in the ceiling, and a computer terminal in the back was all that was in there. Nothing really special or anything I'd consider to be our way home. However, I did as Izzy had previously instructed and inserted the disk into the computer and located the necessary files. DGMN01.dll, DGMN02.dll, and DGMN03.dll we downloaded to the disk in a quick instant.
"Bingo." I grinned, taking the disk back out and slipping it into my pocket. Taking the radio back out, I called to Seth, "Mission accomplished. Operation Koushiro has been completed." There was no answer. I quirked an eyebrow, "Seth?" Still, no answer. "Hello?" I finally exploded into the radio.
"I'm afraid your friend cannot answer the call right now." an all-too familiar voice replied. I frowned, angry and afraid.
"Who the hell is this!?" I exclaimed, glaring into the radio, while in my mind, I knew exactly who it was.
"I think you know the answer already."
My jaw tightened, "MYOTISMON!"
There was only laughing on the other side.
"What have you done with Seth!?" I exclaimed, my eyes like a blazing inferno.
"He's here with me. He's been...quite stubborn, considering the information I want." Myotismon explained, "But, perhaps, you will give me the answers I want..."
I could hear Seth's faint voice in the background, yelling, "Don't listen to him, Ian!" he exclaimed, "Get out of here NOW!!!"
I didn't think twice to burst out of the room, heading for the exit. Much to my chagrin, I looked back and saw Bakemon in hot pursuit. Worse was when I reached the door. MORE Bakemon guarding the door. With no other option available, I bust out the window, breaking it. The glass shattered around my body as I emerged from the TV station and falling the rest of the way down, a good ten feet. As I landed, I was pretty sure I heard a crack. My leg was in intense pain as I lay on the ground, clutching it, wincing but not screaming or yelling anything. Well, actually, I did mutter a few dozen choice words under my breath and in different languages.
It took me another ten minutes but I picked myself up and started to walk away. It was going just fine. I didn't even think to look behind me as something large hit me from behind, knocking me down and pinning me under it. Whatever it was, it was big...and orange.
