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Author's Note: *Please disregard the DigiDestineds futures shown in the last episode of Season 2
Digimon:
The Final Journey
Prologue
It's been nearly 15 years since the battle with Malomyotismon.
The now adult digidestined have separated, most not keeping in touch with other.
They lead different lives, no longer surrounding the journeys to the Digital world.
But now, the original eight children will be called back to the other side, to complete one more quest, to fight one final battle, to save one other world.
Episode 1: The Call
It was early afternoon. A young brown haired woman walked out of her office. Even though the day was still young, the women had gotten a strong headache during her last session, and decided to take the rest of the day off.
"Goodbye mam, Shall I cancel tomorrow's clients?" asked the secretary.
"No," said the women, "I'll be fine tomorrow."
She walked out onto the busy streets of central Japan. "Soon," she thought to herself, "Soon I can move away from here." She stopped at the cross walk. Looking up, she froze. Across the street,
She saw a transparent shape. A shape she saw only in her nightmares. Myotismon. He stood there, smiling at her, and yet no one else saw him. She blinked and he was gone.
Shaken, she continued to her apartment, wondering if she had really seen what she saw.
In a run down shack in Highton View Terrace, in the wreckage of a TV station, sat a lone figure.
He was old he thought, but the man was only 30. He was making diagrams and sketches of things that didn't exist, all the while staring at a small machine in his hands, which glew a strange yellow light. "Soon," the man thought, "Soon I'll be able to help you, but I have to figure out how…"
He stopped drawing, and walked to his refrigerator. Tagged on it were some old photos. Pictures of a younger him and some other kids. There names? He could vaguely remember. Ever since his accident, his mind had changed. He was no longer a rebellious teenager, nor a quiet child. In those slow 15 years, he had changed very much. The machine in his hands glew brighter and made a beeping sound. "I'll find a way," he thought, looking at the photos, "But I can't do it alone."
On a soccer field at Odaiba High School, A large brown haired man was taking to his team.
"Alright boys, to exactly what I told you, and the game is ours." His team disbanded and ran back to the field. He loved his job. Sure, he was away from his family, but he contacted them often. He was planning to visit his sister soon. "After the seasons over," he thought. Those were the same words he told himself every year for nearly 10 years. Suddenly, he heard a beeping noise. Jumping back to life , he spoke quietly. "Agumon.. Is that you?" He was alone on the bench. It was just his beeper.
Running to a phone, and dialled the number. "Hello..?"
A little flower shop in Odaiba. The owner, a young women with orange-red hair stood behind the counter. Looking at her favourite flower, she saw a small green slug on it. Instead on killing it, she smiled. She didn't know why, but it reminded her of something. Heading out back, she swore she heard o voice behind her. A familiar voice. A voice from the past. "Hello?," she said. No reply.
She continued walking, till she got out back. Lighting a cigarette, she tried to concentrate. It hadn't been the first time she'd heard the voices. But in the past month they had gotten worse. There were also the dreams. The dreams that she unknowingly shared with many others. Still smoking, she went to her phone and dialled a number she hadn't dialled in years. The voice at the other end was male. "Hello," the other voice said. The women spoke. "Hello, it's me. Look, I have to talk to you soon…"
A young blonde boy, in his late twenties walked into his apartment. He looked around. His roommate was nowhere to be seen. "Good," he thought, " I can finally get some work done." He had been going to university for 6 years now, after taking a few years off to travel. He never really traveled, just went to the United States to find some old friends. He wished he had some of those friends now. Many had left, moved away to other parts of the country. He picked up a photo on his desk. There were some young teenagers in it. He included. There was also some kid with goggles, a girl with glasses , and a young boy with. He stopped. He had never noticed before. In the boys hand, he held a small mechanical device. The man ran to his closet, following a beeping noise. He found it. The thing from the photo. And it was beeping very loudly.
There was a knock at his door, and he quickly put the thing away. Answering it, he was very surprised. Standing there was a short brown haired boy. "So," the new guy said, "This is the place you spent you money on. I told you, I could have gotten you a much better place on the internet."
The man smiled at his friend. He hadn't seen him in years. He spoke to him. "I asked you over here, cause I need help with something from the old days." He led the brown haired boy into his room and brought out the machine. It was still beeping frantically. The brown haired boy looked at it, and removed a similar machine from his pocket. " Yours too. Do you know what this means?"
The blonde boy frowned. "Not really, but a have a pretty good idea, and I think you have the same one."
A young red haired women walked through her day-care. Little kids were playing with everything possible. Some read, others drew, and other just caused chaos. She smiled. Then she saw one kid go to touch one of her trophies. She stopped him. "Tim, why don't you just draw or read like the others?" The little boy looked blankly at her and went to get a paper. "I already drew a picture. See?" She looked at the drawing. It was of a pink radish. Or so it looked at first glance. When she looked again, she saw a living creature, one that she had known many years before. She was very uneasy, but walked away smiling. The doorbell rang. At the door stood a dark haired man with glasses. She smiled at him. "Thanks for coming on such short notice. Hope it wasn't inconvenient."
He smiled at her. "Not at all. Now, were is the patient I'm supposed to see?" She led him to a room where a little boy lay down. "Hmm," he thought, checking the by's temperature. "He'll be fine. He just ha s a slight fever. Just tell the other kids to let him rest and he should be fine in a few hours."
She thanked the man, who was obviously a doctor. She spoke slowly. "I know your not a psychiatric, but I've been having dreams. Dreams about.." He stopped her. "Dreams about the past? You're not the only one. I've been having them for about." Now she stopped him. "About a month? Me too. What do you think they mean?" The man remained calm, but there was fear in his voice. "I don't know, but I have an idea about someone who might…"