Unfortunately for all of you, I:
Am still on an adrenaline rush from a weeks worth of basketball victories
have a brand-new sketchbook, which, despite it's two days of age, has 8 sheets used already
just ate half a Giant Hershey's bar
had at least 4 Venti Frappaciounos over the last 48 hours (much caffeine)
Am currently downing a Snapple Fire
Am really pissed at WB for the whole CC situation
Am obsessing over today's Digimon
and, finally, just read Disbound. Thank you, Erina-chan, for inspiring me to be a more hyper person. And Kaz is right; your mush IS contagious. Due to all of this, I have started writing this fic. I don't even know more than the first line right now, but considering the fact that I typed up everything through this in less than two minutes, I'm sure something will come to me.
Also, Erina-chan, you were complaining that you hoped your bold speech would catch on but it hadn't? Well, I'm bored, so I added it in, though I doubt you'll ever notice since this might not be a pokémon fic. I won't be sure for another line or two. oh Gaw, long A/N…
A single snowflake drifted on a light breeze, signaling the official start of winter in what most of it's residents considered the snowiest state in the world, although this was not the first snow of the year. A young blonde boy stood staring at it as it approached him, and landed gently on his outstretched hand.
"Well, guys… we're back here again… Good ol' Colorado…" he sighed, watching as other icy crystals started their decent, following their companion until the teenager was soon surrounded by the gently falling powder.
"What are we going to do here?" Lopmon asked shyly, glancing out of his backpack and at his Tamer and brother.
"I really haven't figured that out yet… But we're sort of stranded here, so, we might as well find something to do…" he smiled and wandered off across the street, back towards the house that was evidently partially his for the next semester. He was essentially an exchange student now, having no family left in Colorado. But the program had agreed to take him in, seeing as how he'd be going to a college for half his classes and a high-level high school for the other… but he was still just a Freshman. (9th year, or age 14-15 for non-US) People like him didn't get along to well in New York, and especially after that September's events, he wasn't about to stay around his easily uptight parents for longer than he had to. They'd found a family, the child in which was going to the school he wanted to, and had similar interests to him… It was a good sized home, white with green trim, and by now Christmas lights decorating it. A face peeked out from the center upstairs window, a computer screen shining in front of it… he guessed this was the person who lived there. "Well, I'm guessing I should ring the bell already… you get back in the pack, Terriermon, so they don't see you…" he strolled up the long steps and onto the wooden porch and rang the bell, between the screen outer door and adjacent brick wall. Four bronze numbers proclaimed that he was at the right house, as the cold air swished around him slowly… 4070…
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"Alright, Imemon… either it's a girl with hair shorter than Lyra's, or it's a guy…" Kat mumbled, watching the soon to be temporary family member wander up the steps to her house. "You wait here, don't pull anything funny, and I'll be back within about 20 minutes…"
"Can't I even pretend to be the dog?" the small, elastic-like Digimon whined to her Tamer.
"Later on… there's the door. I'll see you again in a little while…" she headed out the door of her study room, hearing a gentle tap behind her. "And no editing my story either!"
"Ah…"
Kat ducked into the bathroom momentarily, glancing in the mirror and sighing at her reflection. She shook her head furiously, sending her hair in every direction, before tossing it forward and setting it back to it's normal position… "Perfect…" she grinned, seeing her layered, bobbed pale chocolate hair fall into place around her face… the one remaining visible blonde streak lay off on the right side of her head, a peculiar accent that dated to the beginning of the school year. She then raced the rest of the down to the door, opening it just as her mother reached it, and smiling at the boy, the same age as herself, who was standing there.
"Hello," he said cautiously, pulling a slightly crumpled paper from his pocket. "I'm Willis… I'm the exchange student from New York…" he handed it to her as she opened the door and took the sheet from him, examining it carefully before handing it forcefully to her mother.
"Here… your room is upstairs…" she grinned and offered her hand to him. "Want me to take any of your bags? Oh, forgive me… I'm Kat Harper," she laughed, taking one of the duffel bags from him and starting up the stairs. "We'll put your stuff down and then I'll give you a full tour… unless you'd rather rest."
"No, that's alright, I'll need a tour. I'm used to apartments and one story vacation homes in the country."
"Alright… well, that's your room there," she pointed to a large room in one corner of the L shaped hallway that outlined her upper story. "Let's set your stuff down… This is my room, and my study…" she continued, leading him to two much smaller rooms at one end of the L. "Towel closet, bathroom, parents' bedroom. And then back downstairs…" she ran down the stairs and laughed, jumping the last five or so steps and swinging around the banister in one move. Willis grinned and imitated the movement, racing after her to continue the tour. Imemon peeked carefully around the railing, then closed her eyes and concentrated, nearly immeadiatly standing at the top of the stairs as the family dog, Rags, instead. She sniffed the air cautiously, smelling something she had very seldom caught the scent of before.
"There's… other Digimon in here…"
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"So, Willis? You like it around here?" Kat smiled, handing him a cup of hot cocoa she'd just made and sitting in a recliner that was the match to the one Willis was in.
"Yes, of course," he smiled back, nodding then turning to gaze out the glass window at the ever-increasing snowfall. He sipped the cocoa silently, lost in thought for a moment. "IT hasn't snowed like this here for a while, has it?" he said, more as a statement then question.
"No, not for about… oh, four years now, I think. 1997 was the big blizzard, when there was four feet of snow… although we did get about a foot last year, but no, it doesn't snow like this a lot…" she shrugged, gazing out the window as well, where a near by street light illuminated the falling snow. "Willis, what's your family like? Back home, I mean…" she asked shyly.
"A bit stubborn, but really nice mostly. On the rare occasions that they're around," he sighed, trailing off.
"Oh… I just, wanted to make sure that you liked your family… I mean, it takes a lot for someone to go halfway across the country right before Christmas, especially when he doesn't really *have* to come until about 3 weeks later," she nearly whispered.
"Ah, c'mon, they can't be that bad," Willis laughed, seeing the true point of her mumbled statement. "I really haven't seen much of them, except when your mom answered the door earlier…" he stopped as a tapping on the ceiling alerted them both. As they stared at the ceiling for a moment, there was a random crash, followed by a small voice whining.
"Um, I'll be right… back…" they said in unison, slowing as they realized that they both were headed to check out the noise.
Please don't be Terriermon or Lopmon, please… Willis panicked, standing up slowly. "We'll both go, but since it's your house, you can go up first…"
"You're just afraid that it might be burglars, and you don't want me to see you chicken out, right?" Please don't be Imemon… I told her to stay out of trouble.
"No. I highly doubt it'd be anything on a day like today, but you know your own house better, so you can go see and I'll be right behind you." Kat shrugged back at him and walked up the stairs, glancing around into Willis's room, where the noise had come from. There, to her dismay, was Imemon, curled into a little purplish ball on the floor and whining softly.
"You wait here, I think it's just something of mine that fell off of a shelf… We must have missed it, cleaning out that room." And with that, she bounded across the hallway, picking up her little Digimon, who faded to her normal pastel blue and looked up, confused, at her Tamer. "Imemon… I told you to stay out of trouble!" she said in a harsh whisper.
"But… But… There are… other Digimon!" Imemon whined back between sobs.
"What?!"
"Two of them… They're with the new kid," Imemon continued, turning herself back to her normal, shapeless shape and bouncing onto Kat's head. "Should we tell him we know?"
"I guess…" Kat walked over to the top of the stairs again, as Imemon bounced back down to her arm and changed to the same shade of deep blue as Kat's shirt was. "Willis… can we talk to you for a moment?"
"We?" he responded, looking back up the stairs, confused as Imemon was currently blending into her surroundings perfectly. "Oh, I can explain!" he said suddenly, panicked realizing she might be referring to his to Digimon.
"No need," Imemon replied, changing to a bright orange to get herself noticed before returning to her original pale blue color. Kat watched in amusement as Willis's eyes grew extremely wide and he put his foot onto the next step.
"We've got explaining to do, too."
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"Geesh, who would have thought that out of all the houses to stay in in this state, we'd end up in the *one* that had another Digidestined in it…" Willis shook his head in amazement, as he, Kat, and their Digimon wandered around the room. "After the five from Japan, I thought I'd never see another person with a Digimon…"
"Nothing says we're the only others, either. There could be many more… I thought I was the only one for the longest time… since Imemon appeared two years ago, until now," Kat laughed lightly as Imemon hopped over her shoulder and landed in her lap, giggling and nuzzling her Tamer before hopping onto the floor in front of her.
"Look what I learned!" she chirped happily, closing her eyes and reopening them a Terriermon.
"Alright!" Kat laughed at her little partner.
"And also this!" she blinked, turning into Lopmon.
Willis stared at the one Digimon who'd just become both of his in awe for a moment. Imemon looked back at him and grinned, as her pink coloration faded to a lavender and the brown to a deep red. She began laughing hysterically as Willis looked ready to faint, before returning to her regular, blob-like blue form. "That, is just plain freaky," Willis complained, staring for another moment. "What exactly are her powers?"
"To change into any object, animal, color, or Rookie level," Kat proudly proclaimed. "She's a lot like a Ditto, I know… but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've wondered from time to time what it would be like to have a regular Digimon, but… personally, I think I'd miss the Technicolor effects," she giggled, as Imemon promptly faded to white, then through a rainbow of colors before turning back to her regular self.
"Kat!!! It's 11 at night, go to sleep soon, alright?!" her mothers voice called up the stairs, the front door opening and closing at the base of the stairs.
"Ah, man… I wanted to hear about the other Tamers…" Kat complained quietly, walking towards the door.
"Well, we can go somewhere tomorrow, and I'll tell you then. Or else we'll just hide in the basement, so those three can have more room," Willis nodded towards all their Digimon.
"'kay. Goodnight," she said in agreement, as Imemon hopped to the floor and scurried around the corner back to Kat's room.
"Yeah… Hey, wait up a second," Willis grinned innocently, standing to meet her by the door. He kissed her gently on the cheek and took a step back. "G'night…" Kat looked back at him in shock for a second, her face growing hot, before smiling enthusiastically and running back into her room. Willis closed the door to his new room behind him.
"Oh no," Terriermon whined. "We're not going to go through this again?!" Willis shook his head at his Digimon.
"I promise you, it'll be different this time…"
Erina-chan is right… it *is* fun to do the speech in bold. Ok, hiya, people! I'm still not sure what I'm going to call this, as I type this A/N, but you people probably know from the title you clicked on originally. Anywhosit, I am not a total self-insertion otaku, I just *had* to figure out some way of setting myself up with Willis! ^_^ he's the kawaii-est! And Harper isn't my real last name, but it's close, and my coach is convinced it is so I just used it. Anyway, review please, so I know whether this was just too much caffeine speaking or actually a good idea!