Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I think they belong to Clamp.
Chapter 1:
"'Bye, dad!" Max Adams yelled. "I'll see you later!"
"Do you need a lift?" Matthew Adams asked.
"No, I'll just ride there," Max answered, throwing her black backpack over her shoulder.
"'Bye, Shawn!" she yelled to the cat.
"'Bye!" the cat yelled back. "Have fun at school!"
"And don't make too many hand gestures!" her dad reminded her.
Maxine or Max as she was usually called hopped on her green and blue skateboard and started to ride towards Odaiba High School. However, unlike normal 15-year-olds who oversleep and have to rush all the way to school, Max could use the short cut: a quick point and she'd be there.
Max was a witch. The black cat that she had yelled at was actually her big brother Shawn. He was caught between the attempts of world domination and had to spend one hundred years as a cat. He still had 90 to go.
Shawn, Matthew and Max had moved from California to Odaiba, Japan. Her father, or rather, Otoosan had wanted to move there because it was quieter. The perfect place to write a novel, he had said.
Max brushed some fallen leaves out of her reddish-brown hair and skated even faster, admiring the total lack of pollution in the suburban town. Note to myself, she thought. Sketch some trees, make into painting.
When she reached the school's entrance, she pointed the skateboard out of existence until she needed it. She ran to class 10-b and slid open the panel. Immediately, the chatter died down and everyone stared at her.
Not that I blame them, Max mused. She didn't look like everybody else: pale skin, chestnut brown hair, green eyes and two earrings in each ear (one was a dangling, silver cross with a rounded head and a dangling silver crescent moon). She threw her backpack into the empty seat next to a blonde boy and chanted silently.
Italy, Italian
China, Chinese
Let me speak this nation's language
Effortless, with ease
That was lame, Max admitted. But it worked!]
"Ohayo gozaimasu," she greeted him. "Watashi wa Adams Max. What's your name?"
"Ah," he said. "You speak Nihonggo."
"Hai," she answered.
"Boku Ishida Yamato. He's Yagami Taichi." He pointed to the brown-haired boy sitting next to him, who was reading a book.
In English, Yamato said, "Are you American? What state? Would you mind if you spoke to me in English to improve mine?" In a clear, yet accented voice.
"Yes, California, no," Max answered. "I would much rather speak in my own language. It's a lot easier." She laughed, and then studied him a little closely. "You live next door to us, don't you? You and your family."
"Yeah," Yamato admitted. "I saw you move in yesterday. You were carrying a black cat. Don't you know that black cats cause bad luck?"
Max stifled a snort at his belief in superstitions. "Well, Shawn isn't exactly bad luck. He's just a black cat." She shrugged as if to say 'no biggie'.
Before Yamato could answer, the panel slid open again and in stepped Sensei Yamada. He let out a string of Japanese, which Max could understand.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, class. Today, we have a new student, Maxine Adams. I hope that you will make her feel more at home." He continued.
Once again, all eyes were on her. "I'd really much rather that you call me Max," she said in Japanese. Or else I'll pound you. She added silently, a murderous glint in her eyes.
"What do you think, Taichi," Yamato asked. "The new girl's pretty kawaii."
"Yeah," Taichi agreed. He took a bite of his tepanyaki.
"...An angel of justice shall come to avenge them," Yamato murmured absentmindedly.
"Ne?" Taichi said.
"Do you think she's a new Digi-Destined? The one with the Crest of Justice?"
"No, not really." Taichi admitted. "It occurs to me that the holder of the Crest of Justice would've showed himself right about now. There had been a lot of growing tension between the Digi-Destined and the Digimon Kaiser." Taichi took another bite.
"Yeah, but the angel part applies to her," Yamato muttered. "I just can't help but feel a little suspicious."
"Dude," Taichi said, swallowing loudly. "You don't have suspicion, you have the hots for the new girl."
"Shut up!" Yamato threw an empty rice bowl at Taichi's head.
Ken Ichijouji, or the Digimon Kaiser stared intently at the computer screen as it analyzed the Tablet of Prophecy, which is supposedly the one clue on the strongest Digimon that would be able to redeem them.
Stupid Digi-Destined, he thought. If only they knew the importance of this tablet. Wait, oh yeah, they do.
That was why they broke it in the first place, but not before that stupid Motomiya Daisuke wrote down the symbols.
Finally, it was finished:
The Chosen Ones are weary, their Digimon near death
Lo and behold, an angel descends.
An angel of justice shall avenge the death of all Digimon
Lest she sides with the Dark
The world is destroyed
I must find this Digimon! Ken thought, furiously. If the Digi-Destined found it first, his attempts were foiled.
Chapter 1:
"'Bye, dad!" Max Adams yelled. "I'll see you later!"
"Do you need a lift?" Matthew Adams asked.
"No, I'll just ride there," Max answered, throwing her black backpack over her shoulder.
"'Bye, Shawn!" she yelled to the cat.
"'Bye!" the cat yelled back. "Have fun at school!"
"And don't make too many hand gestures!" her dad reminded her.
Maxine or Max as she was usually called hopped on her green and blue skateboard and started to ride towards Odaiba High School. However, unlike normal 15-year-olds who oversleep and have to rush all the way to school, Max could use the short cut: a quick point and she'd be there.
Max was a witch. The black cat that she had yelled at was actually her big brother Shawn. He was caught between the attempts of world domination and had to spend one hundred years as a cat. He still had 90 to go.
Shawn, Matthew and Max had moved from California to Odaiba, Japan. Her father, or rather, Otoosan had wanted to move there because it was quieter. The perfect place to write a novel, he had said.
Max brushed some fallen leaves out of her reddish-brown hair and skated even faster, admiring the total lack of pollution in the suburban town. Note to myself, she thought. Sketch some trees, make into painting.
When she reached the school's entrance, she pointed the skateboard out of existence until she needed it. She ran to class 10-b and slid open the panel. Immediately, the chatter died down and everyone stared at her.
Not that I blame them, Max mused. She didn't look like everybody else: pale skin, chestnut brown hair, green eyes and two earrings in each ear (one was a dangling, silver cross with a rounded head and a dangling silver crescent moon). She threw her backpack into the empty seat next to a blonde boy and chanted silently.
Italy, Italian
China, Chinese
Let me speak this nation's language
Effortless, with ease
That was lame, Max admitted. But it worked!]
"Ohayo gozaimasu," she greeted him. "Watashi wa Adams Max. What's your name?"
"Ah," he said. "You speak Nihonggo."
"Hai," she answered.
"Boku Ishida Yamato. He's Yagami Taichi." He pointed to the brown-haired boy sitting next to him, who was reading a book.
In English, Yamato said, "Are you American? What state? Would you mind if you spoke to me in English to improve mine?" In a clear, yet accented voice.
"Yes, California, no," Max answered. "I would much rather speak in my own language. It's a lot easier." She laughed, and then studied him a little closely. "You live next door to us, don't you? You and your family."
"Yeah," Yamato admitted. "I saw you move in yesterday. You were carrying a black cat. Don't you know that black cats cause bad luck?"
Max stifled a snort at his belief in superstitions. "Well, Shawn isn't exactly bad luck. He's just a black cat." She shrugged as if to say 'no biggie'.
Before Yamato could answer, the panel slid open again and in stepped Sensei Yamada. He let out a string of Japanese, which Max could understand.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, class. Today, we have a new student, Maxine Adams. I hope that you will make her feel more at home." He continued.
Once again, all eyes were on her. "I'd really much rather that you call me Max," she said in Japanese. Or else I'll pound you. She added silently, a murderous glint in her eyes.
"What do you think, Taichi," Yamato asked. "The new girl's pretty kawaii."
"Yeah," Taichi agreed. He took a bite of his tepanyaki.
"...An angel of justice shall come to avenge them," Yamato murmured absentmindedly.
"Ne?" Taichi said.
"Do you think she's a new Digi-Destined? The one with the Crest of Justice?"
"No, not really." Taichi admitted. "It occurs to me that the holder of the Crest of Justice would've showed himself right about now. There had been a lot of growing tension between the Digi-Destined and the Digimon Kaiser." Taichi took another bite.
"Yeah, but the angel part applies to her," Yamato muttered. "I just can't help but feel a little suspicious."
"Dude," Taichi said, swallowing loudly. "You don't have suspicion, you have the hots for the new girl."
"Shut up!" Yamato threw an empty rice bowl at Taichi's head.
Ken Ichijouji, or the Digimon Kaiser stared intently at the computer screen as it analyzed the Tablet of Prophecy, which is supposedly the one clue on the strongest Digimon that would be able to redeem them.
Stupid Digi-Destined, he thought. If only they knew the importance of this tablet. Wait, oh yeah, they do.
That was why they broke it in the first place, but not before that stupid Motomiya Daisuke wrote down the symbols.
Finally, it was finished:
The Chosen Ones are weary, their Digimon near death
Lo and behold, an angel descends.
An angel of justice shall avenge the death of all Digimon
Lest she sides with the Dark
The world is destroyed
I must find this Digimon! Ken thought, furiously. If the Digi-Destined found it first, his attempts were foiled.