Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Okay, now, bear with me please, this is about three years ago, and has been collecting dust in my computer for most of them. Hopefully its okay. Yes, an OC, but I try to make them as un-mary-sue-ish as possible. If she starts sounding like one, tell me. I'll fix it.
Anyways, this is basically a darker rewrite of the series, 01, with some plot twists. A second part will come out with some of the 02 cast, which is why someone from 02 is introduced in this story.
Well, have fun, and tell me if there's anything I can do ya for.
Prologue:
The dimensions we live in are merely duplicates of themselves. As one dimension dies, another is born. Situated on the Dimensional Scope, they drift to their respective slots on it. Some are in the dark, evil dimensions which destroy themselves. Others in the light, heavenly dimensions that are all good.
It so happened that one of the Digidestined dimensions' twin dimensions
drifted to the dark. The changes in the young dimension were instantaneous. The
days grew shorter, the light dimmer. And, along with it, this dimension pulled
in its Digital World counterpart. The two dimensions twirled into a dark dance,
and histories were changed.
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Chapter 1:
"Give me the money, kid," A big man growled. He glared at the blonde-haired boy standing in front of him in the alley.
The boy sneered. If this guy thought he'd get him to give up his money, he had another thing coming. He studied the man in front of him, noticed the subtle bulge in one of the man's pockets. He smiled wickedly.
The man saw the smile, remembered it from before. He lunged forward, aiming on catching the boy off-guard. The boy had thought it through in the seconds he had. He dodged out of the man's way, swiftly slipping his hand into the man's pocket and pulling out a black pistol. He slid to a stop, smoothly flicking the safety off with a practiced grace. The man stopped and slowly turned to face the evilly grinning blonde. The boy raised the gun so that it was aimed at the man's forehead.
"Make me," He said casually. The man stood stock-still, frozen, "Fine then, get the fuck outta here."
The man slowly backed away, then took off out of the alley. The boy stood there for a second, looking at the gun. He carefully grabbed the nozzle with his shirt, turned the safety on, and wiped the grip off with his shirt. He deposited the gun in a nearby garbage can and headed out of the alley.
"Hey Matt," a voice called out, and he turned to see a red head stalk her way to him past the few people dwelling on the street. She reminded him of a cat, a street cat. Tough, graceful, and pissy as hell with her significant other.
"Hey Kara, where's Slink?" Matt asked casually. He fell into step next to her and they walked down the street.
"That asshole? He's probably still stuck in detention. Week after schools out and he's still going there," She sneered. "Hey, ya got any plans for Saturday?"
Matt grimaced angrily.
"Should I take that as a pissed off 'yes'?" Kara asked, seeing his expression.
"My parents are packing me and my brother off to fucking summer camp," He answered angrily.
Kara stopped and burst out laughing, then covered her mouth, giggles escaping now and then. Matt glared at her as she tried to keep her laughter in.
"Summer camp? Why in the hell are they sending you there?" Kara asked, finally gaining control of her laughter.
"They decided to send my brother, and, of course, he needs someone to take care of him," Matt growled, "So they decided to send me. Great isn't it?"
"How long you going for?" Kara asked.
"I don't know…two weeks, maybe?" He answered, shrugging.
"What, you don't listen?" Kara smiled.
"They don't talk, I don't listen," Matt said, "That's how it goes, yeah?"
They started down the street again.
"Two weeks…what'll me and Slink do when you're gone?" Kara asked the air.
"Actually go out for once," Matt snickered. She gave him a look, but he kept on laughing. She got angry and mock-punched him.
"Shut up, Blondie!" She said jokingly.
"Hey! Don't call me Blondie," he complained, laughing. They walked off
laughing.
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There was a loud clatter of things dropping as she climbed onto the bus. Shia glanced down in time to see a soccer ball roll towards her. Stopping it with her foot she picked it up and looked around.
"Shia! Thanks," the boy she was looking for said. He straightened out the goggles that had been knocked askew and gave her a smile.
"No problem. Didn't know you were coming, Tai," Shia answered, handing the ball back to him. He took it gratefully, and they walked back down the aisle.
"My parents sent me after they heard there was a soccer center in the camp," Tai explained.
"Figured they'd rather send you off than risk losing another priceless antique?" Shia joked.
"Hey, the vase was not my fault. If the cat hadn't gotten in the way…" Tai started.
"Always the cat," Shia rolled her eyes. They got to Tai's seat, and Shia noticed another girl sitting there.
"Sora? Is that you? Hi!" Shia exclaimed when she saw the redhead.
"Shia?! Oh my God! I haven't seen you in ages!" Sora exclaimed back. Tai gave them both strange looks, and the girls burst out laughing. They had seen each other the day before, but it was fun to joke around.
"I'll see you guys, ok?" Shia said, recognizing a backpack farther along in the bus.
"Ok," Sora said, smiling.
"See ya," Tai answered, sitting down.
Shia made her way down to the seat she was looking for. There was a small eight-year-old boy sitting there, staring dejectedly out the window. She reached out and tousled his brown hair.
"Hey kid, how's it goin'?" She said, sitting down next to him and dropping her bag on the floor.
"Shia!" The boy exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. He grabbed her in a baby bear hug, then looked up, his eyes shining. "Is your dad out there? Cuz I didn't see him."
"Yeah, my dad's out there, along with Sprocket," Shia smiled.
The boy opened the window quickly and stuck his head out, waving.
"Hi Mr. Kensic! Hi-ya Sprocket!"
"Hi Davis," Mr. Kensic answered. The wind whipped his dark brown hair
past his smiling green eyes. Next to him, on a black leather leash, stood
Sprocket. The good-natured Boxer-German Shepard-Chow Chow mix woofed, dancing
in one spot.
Shia scooted next to Davis and looked out the window.
"Hi Dad! Hi Sprocket! Be a good boy!" Shia called. Sprocket let out another woof.
The bus' engines started.
"Okay now kids take care. Bye!" Mr. Kensic called out.
"We will! Bye Dad! Bye Puppy-dog!"
"Bye Mr. Kensic! Bye Sprocket!"
Shia sat down as the van started. Davis looked over the back of his seat and smiled.
"T.K.! You're here," he said, and somehow managed to scramble over the headrest and plop down into the seat behind him.
"Hi Davis. Wanna play War Commandoes?" T.K. asked happily.
"Yah!" The two boys sat down and began playing the game.
Shia took a look around the bus to see who she knew. Tai and Sora were sitting further up, across from them sat a tall, dark haired boy with glasses. He seemed thoroughly engrossed with reading a book. In the seat behind him sat a short boy with wild, red hair. He was busy typing on a laptop.
A Pineapple, she noticed. A burst of laughter came from behind. She couldn't see Joy and Karen, but she could hear them. Ad if she wasn't mistaken, that was Mimi's voice she heard too. She didn't know the girl that well, but they spoke sometimes.
She looked back, and saw him. Matt. What was he doing here? She thought angrily. The sulky blonde always meant trouble, and one encounter with him was one too many, in her mind. He was glaring out the window with that cold gaze of his. She shuddered involuntarily. As long as she stayed away from him, though, everything would be fine.
Hope it was okay.
Matt: I'm evil.
Yes you are. *gives him a cookie*
Matt: Whee!
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