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Shadowusagidramon: Okay, this be my first Digimon fic, so go easy on me. If you hate it, you can flame it all you want, as long as the flame is original, creative, and funny. And a big thanks to… I believe their name on ff.net was animefan2, but their e-mail address was takuyu_guilmon4ever@yahoo.com. If the following names are yours, then thanks for actually wanting me to write, so I dedicate this chapter to you! Oh, and by the way, forgive me for any misspellings. The Word Proccessor I'm using doesn't have a spell checker… ___

…So without futher ado…whatever the hell that means…

Digimon Season X: The Stuff with all the Stuff.

Episode 1: A New Beginning!

Sitting in the detention room were three figures. One was a 12 year old girl with short, light brown hair. She wore black boots, a short purple skirt, and a white shirt with short light pink sleeves. Her shirt had a pink heart in the middle, and in the heart were the words "ai". (Ai means love in japanese) She also had pink arm coverings (very simialr to the one's Season 2 Hikari had), and chose to wear accessories such as her purple wristband over the coverings. The girl had fallen asleep, apparently studying for an upcoming science test had failed to keep her occupied.

In the next seat was a 13 year old boy. He chose to style his dark brown hair into tall spikes, his light brown eyes fixated on the ceiling for amusement. His hands were covered by soft, brown leather gloves. He wore a short-sleeved, black coat… jacket… thing… that had red flame designs at the sleeves. The shirt he wore under the… coat… was red, with a broken black heart in the center. His dark blue shorts stopped just past his knees, while upon his feet were a pair of black sneakers.

Oh, and then, there was the poor 12 year old girl with her own gaze fixated on her own hand. Her green eyes expressed her true boredom, and her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, so others could see her boredem, too. Not even the goggles on her forehead could hide the truth. She chose to cover her upper body with a blue shirt with a red stipe going through it, followed by the green jacket covering her. She wore blue jeans, and her white sneakers with the green stripes were a little hard to see because of the bagginess of her jeans.

So, why, exactaly, was the young Kanzuki Kasumi staring at the palm of her hand? Well, I suppose you'd be staring at your own hand, too, if woke up one morning to find a barcode on the upper part of your palm. Kasumi didn't know why she had it, but was relieved to know that her best friend, Nomura Sakura, also had a barcode. However, much to She-Gogglehead's dismay, Tenou Musashi also reportedly had the barcode thingie on his own hand. All of her mental inquiring, thankfully, made her session in detention fly by for once. However, the boredom torment wouldn't end there…

Kasumi's mom was the manager of a local department store near the Kanzuki household, not to mention Kasumi's middle school, in Osaka. Often, business was booming, especially during the weekends. However, today wasn't a weekend, so the store was empty, with the exeption of Kasumi.

"Geez, I was better of in detention…" muttered Kasumi, with her green eyes now locked onto a corner on the floor. Her wandering eyes then caught sight of the price reader (You know, the thing you can hold in your hand, then you press the button and scan the barcode to get the price, like at K-Mart™), and another one of her ridiculously stupid ideas engraved itself into her brain. "Heheh, price check Kasumi.", the Goggleheaded female chuckled, scanning her barcode with the price reader (I know it's not called that, but I don't know what it's really called __). Much to Kasumi's surprise, the price reader began to glow and change form, right in her very own hand.

"Oh, crap! Mom's gonna kill me for this…" the young Kanzuki panicked, then concerned her attention towards the formerly glowing object. It was no longer an object used to feed the price of an object to the cash register, but a light pink device, possibly an electronic toy of some sort. The device had a darker pink stipe running through it, with white buttons, a green antenea with a flashing red light on the tip, most likely for scanning something (kinda imagine it as a mix between the D-3 and the D-Tector). "Huh? What is this?" Kasumi questioned, scratching her head as some sort of yellow symbol appeared on the screen. Kasumi sighed, knowing that talking to herself would most not get an answer. However, a voice inside her head said,"Don't worry, Kasumi. The answer will come to you tomorrow in detention". Kasumi shuddered. Her lack of knowledge convinced her that her mind was playing tricks on her, and the fact that it was her own voice she heard didn't help at all. However, a gut instinct also told her that she should listen to the voice. Kasumi sighed, unaware of her upcoming adventure…

"Good morning, class!"

"Good morning, Miss Azuma…"

Indeed, the morning curriculum was always the same. An enthusiastic "Good Morning" from Miss Azuma, registering an unenthusiastic response from the tired class.

"Good to see everyone's awake!" The optomistic Azuma Karin smiled."Well, class, today, we have a new student! Please welcome Hajime Kazunori!" The class shifted their attention to a thin boy of 12. He wore a red shirt with sleeves that were obviously too long for him, and baggy black jeans. He had very long black hair, tied back into a very loose ponytail. His brown eyes were hard to see, since his head was lowered to hide the fact that his shyness was forcing him to blush, and kept his eyes lowered, looking at his red boots. "Would you like to tell the class about yourself, Kazunori?" Miss Azuma seemed completely oblivious to Kazunori's timidness. The quiet Kazunori shook his head, accepting her simplictic additude. "Alright then, why don't you go take the empty seat in the back, next to Miss Nomera, who is once again drawing in class..." Miss Azuma pointed Kazunori to the empty seat next to the girl with the short, light brown hair with her head down, doodlin on a piece of paper. Then again, it was the only empty seat in the back row, which original consisted of two people, a Goggleheaded tomboy, and the short-haired artist.

Kazunori took his seat, remaining silent, then glancing over to the artist sitting to the right of him. Sakura caught the glance, then quickly looked away, with signs of soft blushing creeping uo to her cheeks. Kasumi, on the other hand, had her hand in her pocket, feeling the buttons on her newly aquired device. She wondered if Sakura had gotten one of her own. As for Musashi, well, she could've cared less. Kasumi sighed. She knew today was going to be a long day…

Surely enough, Kasumi, Sakura and Mushashi found themselves in detention today. But this time, Kasumi and Sakura brought a newcomer, in the form of Kazunori, the quiet kid. Musashi almost fell out of his seat laughing.

" How could that kid wind up in detention?" Musashi managed to gasp out between laughter. "He looks more like a teachers pet than a detention kid."

"Actually, they would've suspended him, but since he's new, they let him off with a week of detention." Sakura pointed out. Musashi scowled.

"What'd he do, get in a fight or something?"

"Actually, yes." A quiet male voice piped in. "Suprisingly, that's how I got kicked out of my old school." Sakura and Musashi's heads turned to Kazunori.

"How can a little pussy like you actually do something that cool?!?" Musashi's jaw dropped. Kazunori remained silent. The teacher who was suppose to watch the four detention hounds was asleep, as usual, so anyone in detention could pretty much get away with anything, even leaving. However, it was pretty evident that the four in detention would rather remain in detention that live their remaining day at home.

"Gee, Kasumi, you've been really silent, like, all day, with your hand in your pocket. Anything you'd like to share with us?" Sakura smiled at her friend.

"Well… I dunno…. Did you get one of these things, too?" Kasumi pulled out the pink device that she received yesterday."I started playing around with the price reader at my mom's store and it turned into this thing." Sakura, Musashi and Kazunori weren't too surprised.

"Actually, I got one a few days ago, when my little brother was playing with his electronic scanner toy, he ran out of barcodes to scan and insisted on using mine. At first, I turned him down, which caused the little brat to run crying to mom. Then I got curious and decided to see what would happen if I did scan my barcode, and…well… here," Sakura pulled out a device similar to the one Kasumi had, except it was blueish in color, with a pink antenea thingy and a green stripe going through it.

"Okay, what about you, Musashi?" For once, Kasumi was actually mildly curious about something that had to do with the spikey haired 7th grader.

"Actually, my story is kinda similar to Kanzuki's. I was out doing some food shopping yesturday, because my dad wouldn't so it, and when I was doing the purchasing, I started messing with the price reader, and it turned into this." Musashi pulled out a greenish version of of the device, with a red antenea and a violet stripe going through. Musashi looked at it in disgusted, not too pleased with the green and violet colors.

"What about you, Kazunori? How'd you get your device thingy?" Sakura smiled at Kazunori, who didn't talk unless he was forced to.

"Me? Well…I… I don't really know. I just remember I got it a few days before I was kicked out of my old school. I remember I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from jail again, and I must've fallen asleep while waiting. But when I woke up I found this in my pocket." Kazunori pulled out a red one, with a blue antenea and a whitish stripe going through it.

"…Okay, so now what?" Kasumi asked, staring at each of her companions. "I mean, what are we suppose to do now? Wait for further instructions?" Sakura shrugged. Musashi crossed his arms, with angery expression engraved on his face. Kazunori remained still, with that same emotionless look he had developed in the beginning of the day. Then, Sakura sighed.

"Maybe something would happen if we press these little button on the side of our little toys…" Kasumi didn't bother to question Sakura, and immedeatly proceeded to press the button on the side of the contraption, causing the flashing red tip of the antenea to completely stay lit. The boys shrugged and did the same thing. Sakura smiled, and pressed the button on the side of her device, giving the same results. The red lights emitting from the bizarre contraptions gathered together and created a portal in the corner of the room. The miscreants were very lucky that the teacher on detention duty was a very heavy sleeper. Kasumi put an arm around Sakura's neck.

"Ah, Sakura, were would I be without you?"

"Don't get me started on that again…" Sakura smiled at her friend as Kasumi laughed at the little joke Sakura cracked. Well, actually, it was the truth, but Kasumi ignored that fact.

"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go through. On the other side is probably something a lot more better than our regular, everyday lives." Musashi muttered, getting ready to climb through the portal.

"Fine." Kasumi replied, pushing Musashi through the portal. "Okay, who's next?" Sakura and Kazunori slowly backed up. "Really, none of you want to go next? Fine, then, I'll go." Kasumi adjusted her goggles, gripped her device harder, and went through the portal. Sakura and Kazunori looked at eachother, then Kazunori took a deep breath and went through. Finally, though mildly hesitant, Sakura went through.

This was the start of a new adventure.

Koji: What? I'm on now? Oh, crap! (puts out cigarette and begins to read script) Looks like there's a new batch of Digidestined here to save the Digital World. Let's hope that they get a good start on the next Digimon: Digital Monsters!

… Man, why couldn't Takuya or Izumi get this job instead?

Shadowusagidramon: So, whaddya people think? Not a bad start? A really crappy story for the ages? I want honost opinions, and like I said before, if it's original, creative, and funny, I'll accept flames.