Chapter 9
"D'Artagnan, what if that was my dad! Did you not listen to a word I said this morning?" I raised my voice; Alex came over and greeted my friends.
"Wow, he's, I don't know what to say. Well, I'll say this. You were right when you told me during lunch." Sue said in utter delight. I walked into the kitchen and looked around. There wasn't a mess, but the Sesame Street Marathon was on. I got the remote and turned it off.
D'Artagnan still had an idiotic smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and walked back over to him. Closing the fridge I picked up some toast.
"He really a..."
"His real name is Dantagonmon, now you tell me what is easier to say." Henry, who I had cut off in mid-sentence, nodded and walked up to D'Artagnan.
"What's with his shirt, they don't have Ice Hockey there do they?" Sue inquired, her brother walking up to D'Artagnan.
"You're living on Earth, how?"
"After a year your world cleared of any harmful particles to us Dieco." D'Artagnan smiled again and offered him some toast.
No," he waved his hand, "how'd you get here? To Earth?"
"There is a portal in a country called Japan. I entered through there. It is a long story to how I got to Ohio. I was exiled from Diecotra. I was told not to return with out my Tamer."
"Tamer, Joan-san, your a Tamer?" Joan-san?
"Yeah, she is a Tamer, but we should call her Joan. The extra name part is confusing for some one who doesn't know the language and culture." Sue told him.
"Okay, Diecotra?"
"Or known to you as The Digital World."
"And Dieco?"
"Digimon that don't fight for the Sovereign. Sovereignty, like me fights for them." D'Artagnan answered quickly. Henry pulled what looked like a D'Arc out off of his belt. I beeped and a hologram shown from it. He looked everything over and put it back on his belt. "Chosen! How many are there?" D'Artagnan said stepping back, almost dropping the plate.
"Hmm, what I know, seven, no eight. No, ten, eleven. Yes, eleven. Only ten Dieco, eleven humans. Two humans worked with one Dieco. Only three humans live in America." Even though it was bad English we all understood. There were eleven of them, no us. Eleven Chosen humans. There were ten, actually nine Digimon. Who did he hurt?
"Joan, will this book work," Sue gave it to me. Her brother had already left, but we were going to her house tomorrow. Even if we found a book here at mine house.
"No, that won't work for a project." I told her, D'Artagnan sat in my big chair. He was slowly trying to read.
"So, who did you beat up to get exiled here?" Sue asked picking up another book. D'Artagnan frowned.
"Who did you work with?"
"Lopmon, wait, you wouldn't!"
"No, I wouldn't hurt a Lord of Lady of the Sovereign. It was Renamon. Her and no other."
"Wow, for get me hurting you. My brothers' girlfriend will." Sue laughed and kept looking through my book selves. "You know Joan, my brother and I will be going back to Japan over the summer. Since he's going to college he'll stay. But I will head back to America before school starts. If you want, maybe you and D'Artagnan can come along. Maybe we will find that portal. You might want to discuss this with your parents."
"Do I need to?" Sue grimaced at my question.
"You should, it would be the right thing to do. Or you can always tell them you want to go to a camp over the summer. Make a fake form. Tell them to drop you off somewhere. Then my brother can pick you up. You'll need cash for a plane ticket..."
"OK, I get the idea. How could you plan that up so fast?"
"Runs in the family," she said shrugging. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the books scattered on the floor.
"So why did your family come to America?"
"Job offer and my dad wanted us to get away from a city that thought of us as celebrities."
"Oh, can I have your autograph?" She looked me in the eyes and rolled her eyes.
"American or Japanese name?"
"What?"
"When we moved to America we, my brother and myself started using the nicknames our dad called us. My real name is Shiuchon, not Sue. Jenrya is my brother's real name. He got tired of being called Jen here. So he just goes by Henry." She grinned and kept looking through the shelves. "Hey, how about this book." She pulled out my Lord of the Rings book that had all three in the trilogy.
"I don't know Sue, think Lisa can read all this?" We laughed; D'Artagnan looked up from his book and stared.
"Well we only need to read the first book. Hehe, do you think you could read all of this in less then a month," Sue teased. The door bell rang downstairs. "Damn, that must be my brother. So will The Fellowship of the Ring work?"
"Yep," I said as she picked up her back pack. "What time will you and Henry pick me up tomorrow?"
"Hmm, ten good." I nodded, "Give him something that will cover his face. It's not everyday people see a five foot tall werewolf." I followed her downstairs. "I'll see you tomorrow Joan." She said stepping out the door.
"Bye." I ran back up the steps. "D'Artagnan, I need to get ready for hockey. I should be back by eight. Err, you don't know when that is do you?"
"No, and you can't go. It's a barbaric sport, what if you get hurt?" He cried, "I have spent all day alone, you can't do this to me." I pulled some sweats out of one of my drawers.
"It's not a barbaric sport. It's fun and challenging. I won't get hurt. We have refs on the ice; they are going to make sure nothing happens." I lied; refs are only for real games. We were drop in, we were playing for fun. There weren't any trophies, nor a winning or losing team. It was overall safe. That is except when an idiot gets on the ice and decides everyone, but the people on his team are the enemy. Yes we check, yes accidents happen, yes, I lied to him. "I know you spent all day by yourself, but its better then everyone wanting you dead. It's better then running for your life with a mob on your tail. I'm not leaving for good. I'm just going to be gone for a few hours. Nothing to worry about." He grimaced and picked up the book he was reading.
Only two hours later I was on the ice. The thrill of wood between your hands. The smell of sweat. The ability to crush boys. Ah, this was heaven. I leaped over the boards onto the ice. Changing on the fly, I needed to be quick. I was on defense, and they were heading back to our end.
I skated towards the guy with the puck. He just had to be on the other side of the ice. I weaved in and out, in and out. Got ya.
BAM!
Into the boards he went. I pinned him while our center got the puck. Unleashing him I bounded off to help him. I was only a few feet behind.
He shot once, the goalie was down. He didn't have it, he didn't have it! I flipped the puck up and over.
GOAL!
Cheers surrounded me. My team on the ice came over and patted me on the back. I headed to the circle for the next face off.
One. Two. Three, go! They got the puck and headed down the ice. That's when the center came up. He wasn't happy with my goal.
He did all he knew to do. Take his stick, and hit me as hard as he could on the leg.
I fell to the ice, the pain shot up my leg. The play seemed to stop. Actually it did, but I was blinded in pain. I had been meaning to get new shin pads.
"Joan, are you OK?" Lisa was led onto the ice by one of the boys. I spit out my mouth guard and gritted my teeth.
"Do I look OK to you!?" I asked her. "God damn idiot!" I cursed at the boy as Lisa helped me up.
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My leg burned. I felt as if some one had taken something and hit me with it. I had a bad feeling. It must have been past eight. The clock showed 10:00. I wasn't sure what time that was. I still didn't understand numbers.
The door opened downstairs. "Do you need help Joan," a woman's voice said.
"No Mom, I can do it," I heard Joan say. Footsteps slowly limbered their way to the room. I sat still in the chair incase it wasn't Joan. Only relaxing when she came in. "Hi, D'Artagnan, sorry I'm late. I had a little spill on the ice. It took them forever to get to me. When I finally got called they said it is barely even a hairline fracture. Might not even be that. I won't be playing Ice Hockey for a month on doctor recommendation. I could live with that, it's only drop in." She laughed, I didn't, and I could slightly feel the pain of where she got hit. Maybe this was a mistake.
"D'Artagnan, what if that was my dad! Did you not listen to a word I said this morning?" I raised my voice; Alex came over and greeted my friends.
"Wow, he's, I don't know what to say. Well, I'll say this. You were right when you told me during lunch." Sue said in utter delight. I walked into the kitchen and looked around. There wasn't a mess, but the Sesame Street Marathon was on. I got the remote and turned it off.
D'Artagnan still had an idiotic smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and walked back over to him. Closing the fridge I picked up some toast.
"He really a..."
"His real name is Dantagonmon, now you tell me what is easier to say." Henry, who I had cut off in mid-sentence, nodded and walked up to D'Artagnan.
"What's with his shirt, they don't have Ice Hockey there do they?" Sue inquired, her brother walking up to D'Artagnan.
"You're living on Earth, how?"
"After a year your world cleared of any harmful particles to us Dieco." D'Artagnan smiled again and offered him some toast.
No," he waved his hand, "how'd you get here? To Earth?"
"There is a portal in a country called Japan. I entered through there. It is a long story to how I got to Ohio. I was exiled from Diecotra. I was told not to return with out my Tamer."
"Tamer, Joan-san, your a Tamer?" Joan-san?
"Yeah, she is a Tamer, but we should call her Joan. The extra name part is confusing for some one who doesn't know the language and culture." Sue told him.
"Okay, Diecotra?"
"Or known to you as The Digital World."
"And Dieco?"
"Digimon that don't fight for the Sovereign. Sovereignty, like me fights for them." D'Artagnan answered quickly. Henry pulled what looked like a D'Arc out off of his belt. I beeped and a hologram shown from it. He looked everything over and put it back on his belt. "Chosen! How many are there?" D'Artagnan said stepping back, almost dropping the plate.
"Hmm, what I know, seven, no eight. No, ten, eleven. Yes, eleven. Only ten Dieco, eleven humans. Two humans worked with one Dieco. Only three humans live in America." Even though it was bad English we all understood. There were eleven of them, no us. Eleven Chosen humans. There were ten, actually nine Digimon. Who did he hurt?
"Joan, will this book work," Sue gave it to me. Her brother had already left, but we were going to her house tomorrow. Even if we found a book here at mine house.
"No, that won't work for a project." I told her, D'Artagnan sat in my big chair. He was slowly trying to read.
"So, who did you beat up to get exiled here?" Sue asked picking up another book. D'Artagnan frowned.
"Who did you work with?"
"Lopmon, wait, you wouldn't!"
"No, I wouldn't hurt a Lord of Lady of the Sovereign. It was Renamon. Her and no other."
"Wow, for get me hurting you. My brothers' girlfriend will." Sue laughed and kept looking through my book selves. "You know Joan, my brother and I will be going back to Japan over the summer. Since he's going to college he'll stay. But I will head back to America before school starts. If you want, maybe you and D'Artagnan can come along. Maybe we will find that portal. You might want to discuss this with your parents."
"Do I need to?" Sue grimaced at my question.
"You should, it would be the right thing to do. Or you can always tell them you want to go to a camp over the summer. Make a fake form. Tell them to drop you off somewhere. Then my brother can pick you up. You'll need cash for a plane ticket..."
"OK, I get the idea. How could you plan that up so fast?"
"Runs in the family," she said shrugging. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the books scattered on the floor.
"So why did your family come to America?"
"Job offer and my dad wanted us to get away from a city that thought of us as celebrities."
"Oh, can I have your autograph?" She looked me in the eyes and rolled her eyes.
"American or Japanese name?"
"What?"
"When we moved to America we, my brother and myself started using the nicknames our dad called us. My real name is Shiuchon, not Sue. Jenrya is my brother's real name. He got tired of being called Jen here. So he just goes by Henry." She grinned and kept looking through the shelves. "Hey, how about this book." She pulled out my Lord of the Rings book that had all three in the trilogy.
"I don't know Sue, think Lisa can read all this?" We laughed; D'Artagnan looked up from his book and stared.
"Well we only need to read the first book. Hehe, do you think you could read all of this in less then a month," Sue teased. The door bell rang downstairs. "Damn, that must be my brother. So will The Fellowship of the Ring work?"
"Yep," I said as she picked up her back pack. "What time will you and Henry pick me up tomorrow?"
"Hmm, ten good." I nodded, "Give him something that will cover his face. It's not everyday people see a five foot tall werewolf." I followed her downstairs. "I'll see you tomorrow Joan." She said stepping out the door.
"Bye." I ran back up the steps. "D'Artagnan, I need to get ready for hockey. I should be back by eight. Err, you don't know when that is do you?"
"No, and you can't go. It's a barbaric sport, what if you get hurt?" He cried, "I have spent all day alone, you can't do this to me." I pulled some sweats out of one of my drawers.
"It's not a barbaric sport. It's fun and challenging. I won't get hurt. We have refs on the ice; they are going to make sure nothing happens." I lied; refs are only for real games. We were drop in, we were playing for fun. There weren't any trophies, nor a winning or losing team. It was overall safe. That is except when an idiot gets on the ice and decides everyone, but the people on his team are the enemy. Yes we check, yes accidents happen, yes, I lied to him. "I know you spent all day by yourself, but its better then everyone wanting you dead. It's better then running for your life with a mob on your tail. I'm not leaving for good. I'm just going to be gone for a few hours. Nothing to worry about." He grimaced and picked up the book he was reading.
Only two hours later I was on the ice. The thrill of wood between your hands. The smell of sweat. The ability to crush boys. Ah, this was heaven. I leaped over the boards onto the ice. Changing on the fly, I needed to be quick. I was on defense, and they were heading back to our end.
I skated towards the guy with the puck. He just had to be on the other side of the ice. I weaved in and out, in and out. Got ya.
BAM!
Into the boards he went. I pinned him while our center got the puck. Unleashing him I bounded off to help him. I was only a few feet behind.
He shot once, the goalie was down. He didn't have it, he didn't have it! I flipped the puck up and over.
GOAL!
Cheers surrounded me. My team on the ice came over and patted me on the back. I headed to the circle for the next face off.
One. Two. Three, go! They got the puck and headed down the ice. That's when the center came up. He wasn't happy with my goal.
He did all he knew to do. Take his stick, and hit me as hard as he could on the leg.
I fell to the ice, the pain shot up my leg. The play seemed to stop. Actually it did, but I was blinded in pain. I had been meaning to get new shin pads.
"Joan, are you OK?" Lisa was led onto the ice by one of the boys. I spit out my mouth guard and gritted my teeth.
"Do I look OK to you!?" I asked her. "God damn idiot!" I cursed at the boy as Lisa helped me up.
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My leg burned. I felt as if some one had taken something and hit me with it. I had a bad feeling. It must have been past eight. The clock showed 10:00. I wasn't sure what time that was. I still didn't understand numbers.
The door opened downstairs. "Do you need help Joan," a woman's voice said.
"No Mom, I can do it," I heard Joan say. Footsteps slowly limbered their way to the room. I sat still in the chair incase it wasn't Joan. Only relaxing when she came in. "Hi, D'Artagnan, sorry I'm late. I had a little spill on the ice. It took them forever to get to me. When I finally got called they said it is barely even a hairline fracture. Might not even be that. I won't be playing Ice Hockey for a month on doctor recommendation. I could live with that, it's only drop in." She laughed, I didn't, and I could slightly feel the pain of where she got hit. Maybe this was a mistake.