"THE MEETING"
[A/N: I hereby claim no ownership of the Digimon. That should do it. Enjoy and please R/R ]
In the downstairs room of a two-story house, in the dark computer room a figure sits before a computer. His face faintly lit by a lamp placed above the monitor. He rubbed his eyes, "I hate pulling an all nighter." His focus temporarily renewed he went back to his report. His hand reached slowly out to a glass on the stand beside him. As he took a sip he failed to notice the television giving off a soft glow. His fingers tapped at an average speed on the keys. Pausing only for a moment of thought. "Hmm, I need something to put in this section here." Biting his lip he looked down at the notes in front of him. "Wait a sec..." he moved the papers around, "something's missing."
He stood from his chair, setting the keyboard under the monitor. Leafing through the papers he groaned in frustration. "Must be upstairs," he groaned. He pushed the table out of the way and left the room. He quietly navigated his way through the dark house, hoping not to wake anyone.
When he left the room he failed to notice the glow of the TV, which seemed to jump to the ceiling fan. Then over to the computer itself. The stream of light circled the room leaping from on device to the other. Sending an ominous glow out the cracked door, and through the window blinds. A shadow slowly slid over the walls, and the light then faded.
There was a slight bang as the typist's heel slipped off the edge of the stair, though he quickly regained his composure. "Darn beast," he looked through the darkness at the small dog. "Go back into mom's room," he whispered waving the papers. Turning back down the stairs, he quietly returned to the room. Looking over the notes in the dim light he failed to notice the blank screen as he sat down. His dark hazel eyes slowly illuminated by the lamp as they peered at the screen over the edge of the page, and darkened once more as the returned the mid-line of the page. The room fell silent, and then came the sound of paper being torn. His eyes locked onto the screen between the two pieces.
"M... m-my report," he tapped a few keys, "it's... it's gone. What happen?" He stood tossing the chair back but it didn't hit the wall. He turned around looking at the chair. "Who's there?"
Turning up the lamp slowly he noticed a fluffy red tail under the black leather chair. "What the..." he slowly approached the chair, reaching out to lift it off the tail. As the chair lifted the small creature darted across the room. He turned quickly gazing about the room.
"Why did you toss that chair on me?" a voice came from the computer.
"Who's there?"
"I'm Riromon your partner" he could now see two glowing blue orbs in the darkness under the computer.
"My partner? What are you talking about?" He took a step toward the desk. "What are you?"
"I'm a digimon," the small fox like creature jumped out. He could see weird almost tribal markings on the digimon's side. "I'm so glad we finally get a chance to meet."
"Finally? What are you talking about," he asked kneeling down so as to get a better look at Riromon.
"The prophet told me that I would have a human partner. He said that we were meant for great things." Riromon lunged at him happily.
"The prophet? What are you talking about?"
"The prophet in the digital world."
"Digital World?" he stared at the little thing in his arms. "What are you talking about?!?" He dropped Riromon stepping away from it. The confused roar of his voice woke another in the house.
"Jason are you down there?"
He turned bolting out of the computer room into the entry room, "yea its me... sorry I didn't mean to wake you bro."
"Well keep it down alright," his brother stared down at him, "I'm trying to sleep."
"I will," he turned walking back into the computer room, "alright. I'll believe you for now. I'm too tired to argue about this anyways." He turned shutting down the computer. Glancing over his shoulder at the digimon and smirked, "Well come on, maybe you'll still be here in the morning when I wake up." Riromon jumped up onto Jason's shoulder. "If so you can tell me more things I possibly wont believe."
"I'll tell you everything I can Jason," Riromon held on tight as the two went upstairs to his room. Jason made a bed out of his shirt drawer. He lay the digimon to sleep on the pile of shirts then went to sleep himself.
The next morning Jason awoke to the sound of his door opening. He jumped up from his bed pushing the drawer Riromon was in shut so as to hide him. "uh... hi mom... what's up?" Jason smiled nervously looking at his mother in the doorway.
"Remember to call those agencies for a job alright," she stared at him a moment then turned and walked out.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he waited for her to leave. Double-checking out his window to make sure her car had gone. Jason then turned to the drawer opening it to check on Riromon. "You alright, little guy?"
Riromon awoke slowly, looking up at Jason and smiled, "I'm still here partner."
Jason blinked dumbfounded at the thought he had over looked. "Uh yeah... I guess you are." He laughed turning away from the drawer. Riromon started to laugh as well watching Jason as he climbed onto the dresser. "Well come on... Riromon was it? It's time for some food."
"Yea, breakfast," the digimon cheered jumping up onto Jason's shoulder. "Food, food, delicious food."
Jason laughed again. "I guess you're hungry. I'll make an omelet as big as you, how's that sound?
"Sounds great," he smiled and jumped down to Jason's feet following him down to the kitchen.
After breakfast Jason looked to Riromon sitting on the countertop. "Now then," he turned walking over to the couch and sat down. "You say you're a Digimon, your name is Riromon, you come from the Digital World," Riromon just nodded to each statement. "And you and I are Partners right?"
"Yep"
"Alright I got that much but now what? What are we supposed to do now?" He looked at Riromon and pointed at a piece of food he noticed on the digifox's face.
"I dunno," he shrugged and shook off the egg particle. "I just wanted to meet up with you. I don't really know what happens now."
"Oh really," he only bowed his head placing his elbows on his knees. "You know you're just like me."
"What?"
"You didn't think this through completely," he smiled looking out the sliding glass door. "You find one thing to work for but there's so much more behind it. You found out about me, your partner, but you don't know the reason behind our prophesied team-up."
"I guess you're right." The digimon jumped down from the counter walking over to him. "But there are a lot of things we could do. Like you could show me your world and I could show you mine."
Jason looked down at the fox at his feet. "You mean the digital world? But how?"
"The computer of course," he smiled. "It's a direct portal we can use."
"Really. I'd love to see this place you come from. You could probably show me more that I could show you though. In this world it takes money to get around and see things. Besides how am I gonna get you around to see things. You're not exactly normal." He picked up Riromon setting him on his lap. "No offense."
"You could carry me around like I was a stuffed doll." The digimon smiled looking up at him, then held still to imitate a doll.
"I don't think so buddy," he pet the little guy gently, "as much as I like you and all, it wouldn't suit my character to carry around a doll. I mean I'm 18 yrs old. I'm not some little kid."
"I guess things would be simpler if you were," Riromon smiled.
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm only kidding."
"Oh yeah," he gave the little creature a gentle nuggy.
"Ow. Stop it." He managed to squirm away then ran into the computer room. "Fine then I'll just have to show you my world come on." Jason jumped up running over to the computer.
"Alright what do we do first?" He looked at his new friend as he sat in front of the computer.
"First you have to turn on the computer then we can access the digital world," he jumped up into Jason's lap as the computer fired up. The two of them sat waiting to the start up to finish.
The screen flickered and the computer was ready, "Just tell me what to do and I'll get us to the digital world."
"Now that the computer's on we just need to...."
[ Authors note: Criticize if you wish... I don't mind... I'm just glad that someone was able to read my story... so Thanks for reading and please read the next story... "Crossing the Border" ]
[A/N: I hereby claim no ownership of the Digimon. That should do it. Enjoy and please R/R ]
In the downstairs room of a two-story house, in the dark computer room a figure sits before a computer. His face faintly lit by a lamp placed above the monitor. He rubbed his eyes, "I hate pulling an all nighter." His focus temporarily renewed he went back to his report. His hand reached slowly out to a glass on the stand beside him. As he took a sip he failed to notice the television giving off a soft glow. His fingers tapped at an average speed on the keys. Pausing only for a moment of thought. "Hmm, I need something to put in this section here." Biting his lip he looked down at the notes in front of him. "Wait a sec..." he moved the papers around, "something's missing."
He stood from his chair, setting the keyboard under the monitor. Leafing through the papers he groaned in frustration. "Must be upstairs," he groaned. He pushed the table out of the way and left the room. He quietly navigated his way through the dark house, hoping not to wake anyone.
When he left the room he failed to notice the glow of the TV, which seemed to jump to the ceiling fan. Then over to the computer itself. The stream of light circled the room leaping from on device to the other. Sending an ominous glow out the cracked door, and through the window blinds. A shadow slowly slid over the walls, and the light then faded.
There was a slight bang as the typist's heel slipped off the edge of the stair, though he quickly regained his composure. "Darn beast," he looked through the darkness at the small dog. "Go back into mom's room," he whispered waving the papers. Turning back down the stairs, he quietly returned to the room. Looking over the notes in the dim light he failed to notice the blank screen as he sat down. His dark hazel eyes slowly illuminated by the lamp as they peered at the screen over the edge of the page, and darkened once more as the returned the mid-line of the page. The room fell silent, and then came the sound of paper being torn. His eyes locked onto the screen between the two pieces.
"M... m-my report," he tapped a few keys, "it's... it's gone. What happen?" He stood tossing the chair back but it didn't hit the wall. He turned around looking at the chair. "Who's there?"
Turning up the lamp slowly he noticed a fluffy red tail under the black leather chair. "What the..." he slowly approached the chair, reaching out to lift it off the tail. As the chair lifted the small creature darted across the room. He turned quickly gazing about the room.
"Why did you toss that chair on me?" a voice came from the computer.
"Who's there?"
"I'm Riromon your partner" he could now see two glowing blue orbs in the darkness under the computer.
"My partner? What are you talking about?" He took a step toward the desk. "What are you?"
"I'm a digimon," the small fox like creature jumped out. He could see weird almost tribal markings on the digimon's side. "I'm so glad we finally get a chance to meet."
"Finally? What are you talking about," he asked kneeling down so as to get a better look at Riromon.
"The prophet told me that I would have a human partner. He said that we were meant for great things." Riromon lunged at him happily.
"The prophet? What are you talking about?"
"The prophet in the digital world."
"Digital World?" he stared at the little thing in his arms. "What are you talking about?!?" He dropped Riromon stepping away from it. The confused roar of his voice woke another in the house.
"Jason are you down there?"
He turned bolting out of the computer room into the entry room, "yea its me... sorry I didn't mean to wake you bro."
"Well keep it down alright," his brother stared down at him, "I'm trying to sleep."
"I will," he turned walking back into the computer room, "alright. I'll believe you for now. I'm too tired to argue about this anyways." He turned shutting down the computer. Glancing over his shoulder at the digimon and smirked, "Well come on, maybe you'll still be here in the morning when I wake up." Riromon jumped up onto Jason's shoulder. "If so you can tell me more things I possibly wont believe."
"I'll tell you everything I can Jason," Riromon held on tight as the two went upstairs to his room. Jason made a bed out of his shirt drawer. He lay the digimon to sleep on the pile of shirts then went to sleep himself.
The next morning Jason awoke to the sound of his door opening. He jumped up from his bed pushing the drawer Riromon was in shut so as to hide him. "uh... hi mom... what's up?" Jason smiled nervously looking at his mother in the doorway.
"Remember to call those agencies for a job alright," she stared at him a moment then turned and walked out.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he waited for her to leave. Double-checking out his window to make sure her car had gone. Jason then turned to the drawer opening it to check on Riromon. "You alright, little guy?"
Riromon awoke slowly, looking up at Jason and smiled, "I'm still here partner."
Jason blinked dumbfounded at the thought he had over looked. "Uh yeah... I guess you are." He laughed turning away from the drawer. Riromon started to laugh as well watching Jason as he climbed onto the dresser. "Well come on... Riromon was it? It's time for some food."
"Yea, breakfast," the digimon cheered jumping up onto Jason's shoulder. "Food, food, delicious food."
Jason laughed again. "I guess you're hungry. I'll make an omelet as big as you, how's that sound?
"Sounds great," he smiled and jumped down to Jason's feet following him down to the kitchen.
After breakfast Jason looked to Riromon sitting on the countertop. "Now then," he turned walking over to the couch and sat down. "You say you're a Digimon, your name is Riromon, you come from the Digital World," Riromon just nodded to each statement. "And you and I are Partners right?"
"Yep"
"Alright I got that much but now what? What are we supposed to do now?" He looked at Riromon and pointed at a piece of food he noticed on the digifox's face.
"I dunno," he shrugged and shook off the egg particle. "I just wanted to meet up with you. I don't really know what happens now."
"Oh really," he only bowed his head placing his elbows on his knees. "You know you're just like me."
"What?"
"You didn't think this through completely," he smiled looking out the sliding glass door. "You find one thing to work for but there's so much more behind it. You found out about me, your partner, but you don't know the reason behind our prophesied team-up."
"I guess you're right." The digimon jumped down from the counter walking over to him. "But there are a lot of things we could do. Like you could show me your world and I could show you mine."
Jason looked down at the fox at his feet. "You mean the digital world? But how?"
"The computer of course," he smiled. "It's a direct portal we can use."
"Really. I'd love to see this place you come from. You could probably show me more that I could show you though. In this world it takes money to get around and see things. Besides how am I gonna get you around to see things. You're not exactly normal." He picked up Riromon setting him on his lap. "No offense."
"You could carry me around like I was a stuffed doll." The digimon smiled looking up at him, then held still to imitate a doll.
"I don't think so buddy," he pet the little guy gently, "as much as I like you and all, it wouldn't suit my character to carry around a doll. I mean I'm 18 yrs old. I'm not some little kid."
"I guess things would be simpler if you were," Riromon smiled.
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm only kidding."
"Oh yeah," he gave the little creature a gentle nuggy.
"Ow. Stop it." He managed to squirm away then ran into the computer room. "Fine then I'll just have to show you my world come on." Jason jumped up running over to the computer.
"Alright what do we do first?" He looked at his new friend as he sat in front of the computer.
"First you have to turn on the computer then we can access the digital world," he jumped up into Jason's lap as the computer fired up. The two of them sat waiting to the start up to finish.
The screen flickered and the computer was ready, "Just tell me what to do and I'll get us to the digital world."
"Now that the computer's on we just need to...."
[ Authors note: Criticize if you wish... I don't mind... I'm just glad that someone was able to read my story... so Thanks for reading and please read the next story... "Crossing the Border" ]