Digimon.EXE

By Wolf O'Donnell

WARNING! May contain Alternative Universe situations and out-of-character experiences. Upon reading this, you hereby agree that you forfeit all your rights to sue me and that I cannot be held liable for any psychological or physical damage caused by the fact that I use British English spelling and that this fanfic contains graphic acts of a heterosexual and homosexual nature (not applicable to FanFiction.net version), extreme violence and use of swear words. Digimon is copyrighted by Bandai and Toei Animation Ltd. Wolf O'Donnell is copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd, although that might have nothing to do with the fanfic. Constructive criticism is very welcome. This chapter is dedicated to you, Kinu_Uni! Hope you enjoy it!

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Session 3: Sweet

"Well, don't we look precious?" chuckled Growlmon.
Takato sighed, prefering not to tell his Digimon to shut his big, fat mouth. He adjusted the white cravat he wore with gloved hands. The gloves he wore were just as white as his cravat and the frilly cuffs of his white shirt. The jacket he wore over his white shirt was reminiscent of those worn by noblemen during the Georgian period and was a pearl grey, with tails, gold thread and black cuffs that were as black as his trousers and shoes.
"You think Ruki'll notice me tonight?" asked Takato, as he thought of the Ball he was to attend. All new Devas were to attend it, and seeing as he and Ruki had saved their Online Headquarters, it would have been an outrage if they hadn't been made honorary Devas.
"How couldn't she?" replied Growlmon in a rhetorical manner.
"Growlmon, I won't be the only one dressed like this," Takato told his Digimon, as he put the D-Scanner in the inner pockets of his jacket.
"Hey! It's stuffy in here!" complained Growlmon.
Takato sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Growlmon, you're in your D-Scanner and you're a computer program!" he sighed. "How are you going to feel anymore stuffy in my pocket?"
"I just don't like being in the dark," whined Growlmon.

The Officials' Headquarters was like one gigantic office block. At the front entrance was a small roof of sorts with the DEVA Symbol, which was coincidentally identcal to the symbol of the Officials, on top of it.
Inside, however, the place had taken on a more sophisticated look. There were tables covered in cloth, with bouquets and silver platters lined up on it. Each platter had a selection of hor d'oeuvres on them, each surrounded by a wonderful decoration of herbs and salads.
Ruki, an auburn-haired girl, stood at one of the two tables on either side of the room, listening to the music that the band played. Typical. It was a waltz and those that weren't standing around, chatting, were dancing with their partners. It was a shame that Jenrya and Ryo were already grossly involved in each other's company, that she was left alone, to stare at the tiny little snacks on the silver platters.
What she wore was like a Victorian-period style dress with a velvet sash around her waist. She also wore long black gloves, and a few artificial feathers were tucked into her red hair. Her dress was decorated with silver lace around the front and a more modest white lace on the skirt. There was a small broken silver heart pattern on the front of her dress. It was like her logo. She had it on almost all of her clothing.
"Where is he?" wondered Ruki, as she sipped gently at the orange juice in her hands. "He's late." She had been waiting for Takato to arrive for ages. Everyone else was busy enjoying themselves, unlike her.
"I'm sure he'll be along shortly," stated Renamon reassuringly from Ruki's D-Scanner. However, even the Digimon knew that Takato would be hideously late, just like Guilmon was yesterday.
"There he is," sighed Ruki, as she saw him approach her.
"I'm sorry I'm late," apologised Takato, as he walked up to the auburn-haired girl. There was an apologetic look on his face, as he edged closer towards him. "How long have you been waiting?" he asked curiously.
Ruki wanted to check her D-Scanner for the time, but she knew that she didn't have to. She looked up at the clock on the wall.
"Far too long," she replied, as she placed her drink down on the table, upon hearing the music come to an end. She crossed her arms and waited for Takato to do the gentlemanly thing. Normally, she would have just ignored anyone that was being gentlemanly to her, but she decided not to in that particular case. "Well?" she asked.
For a while, Takato didn't reply. He just stared at her dopily, without a clue as to what she wanted. The impatient look on Ruki's face, however, was worsening. Takato panicked. He knew that if he didn't do anything soon, children and even grandchildren would be out of the question.
"May I have this next dance?" he asked her politely, albeit stutteringly, as he shakily extended a gloved hand out towards Ruki.
"I thought you'd never ask," said Ruki, with a smile developing on her face. She turned her head momentarily to see a brown-haired girl waltzing away not too far away from her and smiled. Now, she would show that upstart girl. What was her name again? Juri? Yes, that was it. Katou Juri. Well, she'd show her. She took his gloved hand in hers.
Takato led her out away from the table and towards the middle of the hall, where the couples were still gathered.
Ruki stopped in her tracks. Somehow, Takato had ended up trailing her and had stopped in his tracks behind her. She turned back to look at him with a frown on her face. There a similar awkward look on his face too, as he looked at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked Takato.
"It's nothing," replied Takato, as he turned his face away from her, a blush rapidly creeping across his face.
A smile spread quickly across Ruki's face. Was that a blush? Could it be?
"Well come on, then," she said, as she noticed the band's conductor raise his baton out of the corner of her eye. "Let's get a move on, before the thing starts."
"Okay," agreed Takato with a nod of his head. 'Real smooth, Takato,' he thought to himself sarcastically. 'Why couldn't you do this as rehearsed?' he mentally chided himself, as he thought back to all that mental rehearsing that he had done before he came to the Ball.
Softly, the music started. The two held their hands, moving into the proper stance and set off into the movements of a waltz as the music carried on. Neither one thought about their movements, as they moved skilfully, avoiding the other dances. Once Ruki passed Juri, whom was dancing with a green-haired lad with glasses. Ruki smiled smugly at Juri, which turned the girl's expression sour, before she turned her face away from Juri and concentrated on the dance with Takato.
"What was all that about?" asked Takato, who had noticed the small visual exchange between the two girls.
"Oh, nothing," replied Ruki innocently. One, two, three; Ruki didn't break step, as she talked with him about the incident. She merely laughed. "You read too much into things," she told him. That wasn't true, however. None of it was. One, two, three. First step, second step, third step.
"Takato? Read too much into things?" exclaimed Renamon from Ruki's D-Scanner, which was hidden underneath the sash she wore around her waist. "That's not likely."
"Yeah," agreed Growlmon from Takato's pocket.
"Would you two be quiet?" asked Takato. Though the verbal onslaught against him had surprised him, not once did it make him break step. He continued the dance as if nothing had happened.
That seemed strange to Ruki. Now that she thought about it, the entire dance seemed overtly strange. Why was Takato so graceful? That was very strange, indeed. She had never known him to be so graceful. He was clumsy, just like his Digimon, Guilmon. Though her skirt reached the ground, not once did it get in the way of Takato's feet. He skilfully avoided it, as he moved. One. Two Three. Takato led her in the dance confidently and apparently without thought.
For once, Takato seemed dominant and in charge of the situation. He didn't seem like the nervous, submissive, bumbling bundle of nerves that he used to be. Takato seemed like Takuya from the Digimon cartoon series- confident and a born-leader. Well, he was leading her quite well in the dance.
Together, they moved gracefully. That night, they seemed as one, as they waltzed. The music merely complemented them, as they danced as one being. All of their cares and woes seemed forgotten. The moment seemed as if it would last forever. For once, Ruki didn't mind being so close to Takato. He didn't make her feel anything except for contentment. She had never felt content with him. She had always vowed that if she was to find a boyfriend, her boyfriend would have to be nothing like Takato. Now, however, Ruki thought that Takato wasn't so bad. Ruki thought that perhaps it wouldn't have been such a bad idea to give Takato a chance.
"Those two look so cute together," stated Jenrya, as he watched Ruki and Takato dance. "They'd make a great couple."
"Personally, I think you'd make a cute couple with Takato," stated a blonde-girl that stood beside Jenrya. She wore a black dress, a completely black dress with a cross design on its front. Her name was Alice McCoy and she was from the Phyle section of the Orbital Space Ring.
Ryo quickly placed his arms around Jenrya possessively.
"No, he does not!" he protested. "Jen's mine!"
"Easy there, Ryo," laughed Jenrya, as he slipped out of Ryo's grasp. "No one's going to leave you." He leaned closer to kiss Ryo on the nose, but then realised that it was impolite to do so.
Several years of human history and the concept of homosexuality still hadn't been accepted as normal. Kissing in public was still seen as rude, regardless of the couple's sexuality. Holding hands or hugging was the most overt thing that a couple could do, especially if the couple were of the same sex.
Jenrya stepped away from Ryo.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked Ryo.
"Sure would, hon'," replied Ryo, with a grin on his face.
It was a devious grin and Jenrya knew exactly what Ryo was suggesting.
"Geez, Ryo, not here!" he exclaimed, giving Ryo a playful punch on the arm. "Sheesh! When aren't you horny?"
"I can't help it," proested Ryo. "How can I when I have the sexiest thing on two legs as a boyfriend?"
"On two legs? I didn't know you were into bestiality," joked Jenrya, as he walked over to get some drinks for him and his brown-haired love.
"Ha, ha, very funny," stated Ryo sarcastically.
It was evident from the music that it would end shortly. Everyone in the room heard it, even Ruki and Takato. The tempo slowed down and the music trailed off, ending neatly.
"You were pretty good," Ruki told Takato. She did not break away from him. She remained close to him.
"So were you," Takato informed Ruki, as the lights began to dim. For a moment, Takato was completely at a lost to what was going on. He then realised the reason. He could heard the band start up again. "Would you care for this next dance?" he asked her.
For a while, Ruki didn't reply. She could tell what kind of dance was coming up next. Would it be such a good idea to dance with him again?
"Sure," replied Ruki with a nod of her head, albeit hesitantly.
Takato opened his arms and took Ruki in, holding her to him, as the next piece of music started fully. It, sounded slow, far too slow to be a waltz. Takato knew that they would be slow dancing. How perfect!
Within Takato's arms, Ruki felt comfortable. 'Why did I hestitate in the first place?' wondered Ruki. 'This isn't so bad. In fact, it's kind of nice.' She smiled. It seemed as if he was his boyfriend. Mentally, she pictured it. It didn't seem like such a bad idea. If Takato stayed the way he was currently acting, being his girlfriend would be bearable if not nice. 'Bearable? Who am I kidding?' she thought. Slowly, Ruki came to a decision. She rested her head against his shoulder and decided to take comfort in his presence, to find out what it was like to have a boyfriend that didn't get on her nerves like the last batch. 'What if this is a one off?' wondered Ruki. 'What if he'll be back to his clumsy self tomorrow?' She decided then and there, that if that was the case, she would have to make the most of the moment and enjoy what the comfort of having something vaguely like her ideal boyfriend.
One of the things that Takato had not expected, was for Ruki to rest her head on him like a girlfriend dancing with a boyfriend. Her current action seemed so unlike her. However, it was also unlike him to be so confident and he reminded himself of that, as he danced slowly with her. 'This isn't dancing,' thought Takato, as he moved to the music with Ruki close to him. 'It's more like two people moving slowly against each other. Not that I have a problem with that.' He chuckled mentally. Seconds later, he realised that was something was horribly wrong and that it would ruin the dance completely.
Ruki was surprised when Takato unwrapped his arms from her and disengaged from her.
"What now?" she asked him angrily.
"Nothing. I just have to go to the little boy's room," replied Takato quickly, as he turned round abruptly and rushed away from her, fumbling in his pockets for a handkerchief and covering his nose quickly before any more drops of blood could fall. 'How embarrassing,' he thought to himself. 'Good going, Takato,' he chided himself mentally, again. 'Way to ruin a perfectly good evening.'
"Takato, what's wrong?" asked Growlmon from Takato's pocket.
"Nothing," replied Takato angrily.
Growlmon heard Takato's voice. It sounded as if the Operator had his nose covered.
"You got a nosebleed, didn't you?" laughed Growlmon, but not loud enough for the people around them to hear. "Naughty! Naughty!"
"Quiet!" hissed Takato, as he darted out of the room, before anyone could find out what was going on.

The scientist stood in the darkened laboratory. He wore a white, clean laboratory coat, light blue cotton shirt, black tie, black trousers, and clean, polished black shoes. In front of him was a large machine, that looked like a Portugese Man-of-War or a mutant octopus with far too many tentacles for its own good. Large, black cables ran away from the machine, trailing across the floor and away from the gigantic machine. In front of him was the control panel for the machine, with a monitor attached to it.
He was leaning against the control panel, his blue-grey eyes trained on the monitor. He did not pay attention to the large monitors that took up the entire domed ceiling above him. They were merely maps of the Digital World and its subdivisions- PhyleNet, InphyNet, SpyrolNet, DyjiNet (the networks of Phyle, Inphynitio, Spyrol and Dyjitopia, the four sections of the Orbital Space Ring), NANet (North America), SANet (South America), AfriNet (Africa), EuroNet (Europe), ArabNet (Middle East), AsiaNet (Asia), Dark Ocean, DarkNet and HypnosNet.
Behind him was a woman, wearing what appeared to be a white jumpsuit. She had neat brown hair of shoulder length and blue eyes like sapphires. The woman was quite tall, her arms crossed behind her back, as she stood behind the scientist.
"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you," she began, as she approached the scientist, "but..."
"Quiet!" snapped the scientist angrily. "How many times have I told you not to disturb me when I'm working?"
If the woman was afraid, she did not show it. The expression on her face did not change.
"I'm sorry, sir," she apologised, bowing her head respectfully to the scientist, the Leader of the Hypnos Organisation. "However, you wanted me to inform you of the progress of Operation Shadow. Would you prefer it if I came back later?"
The Hypnos Leader stood up, a smile on his face.
"No, don't do that," he told her. "Is everything in position?"
"Yes, sir," replied the woman.
The scientist chuckled and soon that chuckle became an insane bought of evil laughter.
"Excellent!" he cried. "Tell them to strike as planned! That Electricity Program will be ours soon enough!"

To be continued...