A/N: Once in a while, Tajeri Lynn gets so tired of his writings that he needs a time out. But for a story as wildly popular as this one, arguably the most popular in his fanfic tenure...something's got to give. So I'm giving you another taste of what's been getting this story on....You'll know what I mean.
Alrighty then, Mr. Vawter, I'll keep Rika's hairdo the way it is...not like I've actually found a new idea for it.
Much thanks for the comments, Java86, you really do read my mind on this. My lemons and adventure stories are like ying and yang. My lemons are packed with descriptions, but the dialogue leaves something to be desired, and my adventures are flooding with lots of dialogue but lack descriptions....Kinda nearly makes "Takato Wong" a script, don't it?
Flamedramon, Tajeri Lynn's not quite oriented towards Tamer couplings. (All the really cool couplings come from Season 2.) But Rika/Takato is cool....I just haven't gotten over the bakery romp story where Takato and Jeri....you know...
And before anyone starts asking this....my name's not based on Takato+Jeri. I, Tajeri Lynn the Extremo Luchadore, am based on the names of three different wrestlers. Hint: Asai Moonsault, Cradle Piledriver and Rolling Surfboard.
Anyways, welcome y'all to Chappie 6 of the novella corta....
Takato Wong
Phase F: Seeing Red...White...Black...and Green.
Gee, what a strange day this is becoming. I've kinda baked a cake for Calumon and I'm getting a date with my teacher Asaji? Suddenly, I feel a lot older than I'm really supposed to be. But oh well, first things first, and I've got to get a box of cake to Calumon's tree house. It's summer, of course, so everything's a wild array of green and brown colors like the ones in my crayon box. Maybe someday after this techno stuff, I'll retire and become an artist...How I wish to draw all kinds of stuff again amongst the fresh park air and flying leaves all around me. I think that's kind of cool, don't you? Well, it would be cool unless kids start throwing boomerangs all over the place. Then, I'm gonna have to run for my life.
Anyways, Calumon's merrily leading the way for us guys. My teen sister Susie's behind me, as is Henry and Terriermon. Uh oh, did I just say Henry and Terriermon? I don't think they've gotten over their arguments just yet... Oh, man. Here they go again..Should have bought ear plugs when I had the chance.
"Jeri doesn't suck! In fact, you once said to me Renamon sucks!"
"Yeah, she sucks dips, Henry, dips! You know, chocolate, vanilla, orange and raspberry? Are you DEEF or something? Or perhaps the wrong head is listening to all this!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"You know what I mean!" Terriermon stamped a foot angrily. He paced a couple of steps towards Henry's jeans and yelled from a direct spot between the legs. "Hey, you getting all this, or do I have to punch you to wake you up?!"
Henry was seething red. He scrunched Terriermon in the clutches of squeezed legs. "Ack! Help!" Terriermon cried desperately. "I'm being banged by my master and I can't get up! Whoop!" Terriermon, with all his diminutive muscles, managed a retreat from the legs and rocketed into the scrawny legs of Takato, who was busy holding the pink cake box for Calumon.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Takato yelled as he flung the box and leaned his comparatively towering form against that of Calumon's. The green-eyed digimon was unable to configure the abrupt shadow until it dawned on him....literally.
Susie jumped and caught the cake box. Peering inside and seeing it was completely unfazed, she turned to see Calumon squashed like dough under Takato. "Aah! Calumon!"
"Aah!" yelled Henry and Terriermon as they impulsively held on to each other. When they realized what they were doing, they growled at once, "YOU!" and they pounded fist and feet all over one another before disappearing afar into the forests. They both screamed aloud and their voices faded as if they were departing further away from the group.
Mr. Evo popped off Takato, dancing mindlessly. "Ow! Oooh...." a spirally-eyed Calumon flipflopped on a bed of rowans and marigolds, seeking comfort among the unmovable.
Takato pulled himself together and ran his sneakers towards the little digimon on the floor, unsure whether to cup his hands under the digimon he hurt by accident. "Calumon! Oh man, I'm so sorry about this."
The small digimon rose his oval feet back in place. "It's okay, Takato. I'm still hop, up, and running! Hm hmm!"
"Oh?" Takato smiled in relief. "Glad you're not smarting, Cally. You're kinda strong for a little guy. Here..Let me help you up there for the moment."
WA-KONG!
"You're not going help anyone, brutes for brains!" a voice shouted just as the back of Takato's head got scrunched by an empty garbage can, which got indented midway inside. Takato reeled from the can shot and teeter-tottered carelessly before a second shot sent him a-tumbling head first onto an aged oak tree. The collision drove Takato senseless.
"Hey! Wha-What are you doing?" Calumon cried white in fright....though one couldn't really tell.
"Easy, Calumon." The man with the garbage can spoke, raising the can up as well. "You're in safe hands now... Buddies, get Calumon out of here. This'll be ugly."
"Hey! Wait! You can't! Murgle murgle murg!" Calumon was hastily grabbed out of the park by one kid.
Susie gasped upon the instance the assault commenced on her stepbrother. She wound her neck back to see four youths, almost about Takato's age, but a little sharper in the face by a couple of years more. The head youth tipped the scales at 300, and he rose over Susie, creating a shadow that blocked Mr. Sun's jolly path to the littlest of the Wongs.
Susie clasped her shocked mouth and sneered in bitter lips. Shoving the cake box beside a sturdy yew bench, she stood up and pointed a deadly-mad finger at the heart of the ringleader. "I don't know who you are, but nobody hurts Takato like that!"
"Oh, for what, for banging on the great Calumon like that? You're no different than Mr. Rise and Shine over there. You belong with him!" The head youth rose the garbage can with stoutly imitation. "Raaah!"
Yawning innocently, Susie paused until the youth came rushing his cordovas in close enough. She tipped herself, allowing her meek sandal-laden legs to swindle the youth's left to the floor. The resulting toehold sent the suddenly panicked youth's face helplessly shaking left and right as it tasted the stinky steel with a jaw-rattling crash!
The four friends gasped as they saw their leader down for the count. Smelling victory, Susie walked over to the groaning youth's back and clapped a foot several times onto the orangey ground. "One-a, two-a, three-a! Yay! I win! That makes pwetty Susie the new champion!" She danced on her toes jollily.
"Oh yeah?!" a tall, skinny member of the lot brazenly broke the celebration. "Well, ummah, if Susie's the new champion, then, ummah, it's high time for a handicap title defense! Get 'er, boys!" The rest of the troupe came rushing in.
"AHH! Takato, Henry, Tewwiamon!"
"Huh?!" Henry rose his face up from the grain fields, where he was landing Terriermon a days' worth of forearms smashes. He watched from above the hill. "Susie! The Crazers! Man, I feel so stupid!"
"You're telling me", Terriermon dizzily laid on the patch of flattened grass, nursing a purplish bruise on his cheek. "Any minute later and we'll look like we got laid! Whoa!"
"No time for assy-nine crap! Susie's in trouble!" Henry clutched his digimon's ear, causing the dog-like digimon to be sailing across Henry's magnificent agility. "Alright, then. Stop acting like you're my husband!" Terriermon audibly bade a release from the clutch, so Henry did as both guys came pacing up the hill's tilting incline like it was never there.
Henry was the first of the two to arrive. He saw Tall and Skinny clambering across the ground to clutch a fallen Susie's leg. An already incensed Jianliang grabbed a clean garbage lid from nearby and leapt into the air. His frog-like legwork skateboarded three-inches thick of steel onto the Crazer's face, busting the lower and perhaps the upper jaws. Tall and Skinny was jolted so hard by the hit that he rose his head up in unconsciousness before he slumped back first to the dirt.
From the right of Henry, another Crazer ran forward, relying only on anger and a thirst for destruction for combat. Just as he outreached both arms against Henry, the Crazer overestimated the younger boy's knack for reaching his foes on such a level. Henry buried his face against the Crazer's chest, allowing a minute headbutt that froze the attacker with a startle, before lithe arms readily manipulated the kid's entire body over Henry's right shoulder. As Henry's legs ran crazily towards the hill, the foe rocketed off like he was part of some fucked-up space program. The Crazer's whiny screams pierced the atmosphere until they became grunts and urks as his limbs flopped wayward like a dummy. It didn't take long before bits of turf and fragile rocks unwittingly joined the trail of the human log.
Smiling nastily, Henry clapped his dirty hands and blew the orange hues off them confidently. "What's wrong?" he called out to the hill. "I thought you liked being crazy. Oof!"
The Head Youth had regained composure at record time. Spitting a spat of saliva to calm his still smarting jaw, he rammed the already crumpled trash can against Henry's back. He went for a third swing of the can, but Henry slid his body like a skateboard and leapt from right behind the Head Youth with an anticipated leap kick. The Head turned around and simply made his comments known with an overhead swing that sent Henry's flying body scrambling right behind a wooden bench, of which he fell back into. The Head Youth saw a chance to capitalize and dashed even faster with his can. On his shaken knees, Henry was seeing double vision of his enemy, but his martial arts stamina conquered the done injuries and his rough hands clasped the top of the bench to make a move. He springboarded all 150 pounds of himself onto 5-inches thick of wood, and fully aware that the springboard tilted his position forward, Henry leapt forth and kicked both feet in midair. The leap broke through the garbage can and smashed both soles of Henry's sneakers into the Crazer's jaw. The Crazer spun around like a broken merry-go-round, raising his head up and down as Terriermon finally came in, grasped the boy's neck and spun him in the old laundry spin cycle before planting him face first to the remains of the can in a desirable crunch!
"Ha hah! You can't beat me! I'm the CCW Tag Team Champion!" Terriermon rose both arms, attempting to get some biceps showing before practically nobody.
"Well, if you're the champion of tag teams, where the hell were you?!" Henry yelled.
"Trying to get the wind back out of my tag team partner, where else?" Terriermon frowned, pointing a finger at Takato's bruised face. Takato still couldn't get up.
"URR!"
"Uh-oh, Henwy, it's not over yet..." Susie pointed to the Head Youth, who now spat blood from his jaw.
"Little snits!" he snarled venomously. "You want a Wargame, then you've got yourselves one! TWEET!" He rose a whistle, and five more fresh Crazers made their way through the stubby shrubs.
"Stop them!" The Head Youth swung limbs and comically leapt up and down in anger. "Punch 'em, kick 'em, or just touch 'em, anything! Just don't let them come clean!"
"Someone say clean?" a blurry, blue-haired figure rushed and leapfrogged from behind the Head Youth before a brown-soled boot nailed its print on his already battered jaw.
"Ooh....I'm getting a heyday with the tooth fairy....Ooh..." He collapsed.
"Boss!" the Crazers cried out at once in confusion.
The figure stamped his shoes on the dust, creating a cloud of mystery around him as he tauntingly swished the lengths of his long jacket. It was Jarvis Thatch. "You guys are a mess yourselves. Good thing cleaning service is right on schedule."
The Crazers looked at each other, not quite absorbing the gist in their sponge-brains. Finally, they ran in, saying, "Pass!"
"Why should you? It's free."
One Crazer landed an elbow, but Jarvis grabbed the arm and locked it from around the hoodlum. His incoming partner foolishly assumed Jarvis was being pinned just in time for a whupping , so a Mach-speed missile drop kick only succeeded in felling the partner by the gut. Jarvis hooked his right arm against the next foe's neck, and just in time, another unwelcome neighbor ran in to get booted on the torso and have his own neck wrapped around as well. With two men under his grips, Jarvis hopped once and next somersaulted over them and crashed the seat of his jeans on the floor, jarring the men's necks heavily against the incredible-short term velocity. Both men went down like felled Sequoias.
"Um," Jarvis turned to Henry and Susie. "A little help wouldn't hurt, would it?"
2 more were all that's left. Jarvis jumped in midair to make a fancy move, but the fourth kid saw it. He dove his face downward and launched a perfect boot arching over his shoulder, sending Jarvis spiraling to the floor. The kid laughed at his success and leapt over Jarvis for a final stomp to seal the fighting deal. But just in time, Henry leapt and grabbed the kid's left, of which Susie decidedly grabbed the right. The kid grunted furiously to escape and attempted to slap both Wongs' faces to hell until Henry and Susie rose both his legs ever higher into the stratosphere and swung 180-degree punches against his crotch region so his spine went splat on the ground like a flimsy pancake. Down for the count, the kid groaned loudly, holding his pants ever tightly like he could pee any minute now.
"Good job, kiddos," Jarvis commented, hands on Susie and Henry's shoulders. "But please, do spare them their weekends."
The fifth one observed all this, and grabbed a broken beer bottle before rushing in.
Jarvis sniffed the air, and fanned his nose, saying, "Yowza! The stench of miller time. Heh, not on my time. Leave this to me, Wongs."
Much as his intuition taught him, Jarvis recognized a drunken idiot when he saw one. The broken bottle disappeared from the bully's calloused hand before Jarvis leapt over him and landed strong loins against his back. Jarvis proceeded to grab the drunkard's back by his arms, and holding him like he carried a human football on his back, he charged towards the awakening Head Youth and threw him down against him. Both Crazers rolled uncontrollably and crashed into a bushel with a sign marking, "Poison Ivy."
"Gaoh! Yaah! Boss, you never said there be itchy shit in the park! Gar, urrk!" The drunkard scratched himself to the point where his own skin was getting roughshod.
"Urr. Never...urr...mind....jah....that! Beat them all to hell. They want hell, we'll give 'em hell!"
"But so far, it's been hell to us...Owch! Don't hurt me!"
"Lout! You want our superior...fock!...to take us to the...guh!...big time? Then stop blubbering!"
"WAIT!" Calumon skipped himself right between the recovering Crazers and the short-of-breath Wongs and Jarvis.
"Sorry, boss!" Calumon's supposed escort ran to the itchy Head Youth. "He just wouldn't accept my help."
"Guys," said Calumon, addressing mainly to the Crazers, "I don't need any help. These people you are fighting are my friends! All of them!"
"Your...friends?" Brimming with extreme skepticism, the Head Youth rose himself as best as he could through his newfound condition. "Then why'd your friends hit you like that?"
"It was just an accident, a big boo boo! They were just having fun, and so was I. You nothing but big meanie-weenies, you know that?!" Calumon angrily hopped to and fro.
"Okay, okay, okay!" the Head Youth swung his palms alarmingly. "Okay, Calumon, we're sorry, my man, er, mon, we don't want to mess around with you around. See, they just don't look like they acting nice and everything."
"Then, maybe you should realize beating them up's not going to get the job done," a menacing, but not cold Jarvis turned to the bowing, ashamed Crazers. He then turned to Henry and Terriermon. "And maybe you should realize where best to elicit your angers, kiddos. You got it?" Henry and Terriermon nodded agreeably, and Terriermon nervously flashed the peace sign with two fingers.
The Crazers all took Jarvis's chide as an easing excuse to leave the stupid park. The Head Youth left last, but before he did, he reared a mean eyebrow and rose an thorny index finger against Jarvis and his buddies, admonishing harshly, "Cally, for your sake we'll be letting your friends go. But let me warn you something. We all scout anywhere we want, whether you're around or not. It's this human justice shit that got your digimon pals stuck where they are, and if idiots like pretty Susie and her friends try to hurt whatever digimon remain, then we're not going to stop at anything. We won't stop until the Digital World comes back to earth. And if it never does come, we're going to have to beat us some solace. Remember that." The Head Youth vanished into the shrubs, but the shrubs shook quiet violently. "Ah, man! Why no one post a sign by this ivy!? Dagnabbit!" The cursing faded away around the time the rustling faded too.
"Jaw-vis! I mean, Jarvis!" Susie giggled. "You're not wrestling...are you?"
"You know the old saying; falls count anywhere!" Patting dust of his jeans, Jarvis straightened spectacles and winked at the girl. "I just happened to be by the neighborhood. I came by wondering what those hoodlums were doing."
"Why?" Henry queried, relaxing his tense knuckles.
"Crazers are CCW fans. Thumbtacks, electrified barb wire, sickles....These guys have the hots for such stuff. Good thing they never watch the daytime show. Otherwise, they'd have known about my loss to your Terriermon and Taka....." Jarvis reared his head around across his friends and the trees. "Say, if Susie and Terriermon are here, where's Taka?"
"Oh, you just reminded me!" Terriermon ran towards where Takato laid against an oak tree. "My tag partner's down for the ole 1-2-3. Sucks! We never even landed any of our five-star double teams!" He shook the limp 20-year old's body, and Takato's arms were flailing about listlessly like he was Terriermon's wooden boy.
Jarvis put a dusty hand to Takato's head. He sensed the oddness as much the same way as a certain Dr. Kido would. "Ut oh....Our buddy's got a temporary concussion. Maybe a quick trip to the hospital ought to do. It's only two blocks away from here."
Susie rummaged under the bench where she concealed the pink cake box, which she thus handed charitably in front of Calumon. "We're sorry, Calumon. We'll have to leave you with the cake."
"Don't worry, Susie," Calumon smiled, both ears fluffed up again. "All this talking and fighting's making me hungry!" He opened the box and immediately dove into the layers of cream that was the cake. "Mmm, mmm, mmm! Hope Takato gets back up to finish eating his date!" Mr. Evo busied himself into the cake so eagerly that he never minded listening to the rest of the conversation. The box itself shook and began quivering far off into the forest. "Goodbye! Thank you very much. Be back next time!"
"Hope Calumon won't have to squeeze into our windows next time," chuckled Henry, before he straightened his throat and urged himself a straight face to Jarvis. "Hey, Jarvis, Calumon raised up a good point. My brother's got a date with someone tonight, in about five hours or so. Will he make it?"
"Grab his right while I grab his left and pace on. We'll find the answer soon enough. Come on, Susie, come on, Terriermon. This way, right now." Jarvis pointed at the pathway between a pair of poison ivy bushes.
"Can't we just call them?" Terriermon put arms to his hips in authoritative manner. "There's a toll phone right next to me, you know! And this park's a lot more dangerous than last I remembered."
"A quarter saved is a quarter earned," Henry spoke matter-of-factly as the two conscious boys grabbed Takato and Susie followed, walking right between where the poison ivy bushes were. Making past the ill obstacles, all four humans suddenly disappeared and a couple of blunt thumps reached the ears of Terriermon.
"Um, Terriermon!" Henry helplessly shrilled out. "Call the hospital, please?"
Terriermon walked right at the edge of a pit from which his friends fell. Takato laid sprawled over all three of them. Lucky that his friends broke the fall. Terriermon pointed happy index fingers at them. "Hah! Knew it! I told you we should've called instead."
"Then why didn't you say anything?!" Henry, Jarvis and Susie boomed out in unspeakably unfriendly manners.
Terriermon shrugged his barely-there shoulders innocently, before retorting in his oh-so sound logic. "Hey, you were blocking my vision. How can I possibly navigate if you went ahead of me?"
Veins close to bursting, Henry muttered his hoarse breath to his sister and Jarvis. "After Terriermon saves us....remind me to KILL HIM!!!"
To Be Continued...
I admit it. The Extremo Luchadore got REAL tired from this. Hope this lot was worth your time. Till next time, adios, amigos!