Knight of the Staff: Greetings mortals....oi...

Pinmon: What's wrong?

Knight of the Staff: Nothing...it's just....I wish these mortals would show me a little more respect by actually reviewing after they read my work.

Pinmon: Hmmmm....well...uh...maybe...hmm, I don't know.

Knight of the Staff: Well, you're a lot of help now aren't you?

Pinmon: Maybe you could threaten them?

Knight of the Staff: Yeah...sure that's it....I'll say that if they don't review. I'll...I'll...shave you bald!

Pinmon: What! No! Listen up people! Review! For the love of all that is good and holy! Please review!

Knight of the Staff: By the way...I don't own digimon.

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The sleeping teenager moaned in his sleep. His face was one of anything but peace. He'd smile once in a while, yet his features remained strangely troubled. he turned over repeatedly, his blanket entangling him like a giant cocoon. He was starting to sweat heavily, and whimpered as if he was in pain.

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"Guilmon!..."

"Takato!..."

"Don't go Guilmon! Don't go! Please!"

"Takato! "

"Guilmon...it...ahhhh! It hurts!"

"Takato!"

"Guilmon come back! I love you! Don't leave me please!"

"Takato! I love you Takato! I'm sorry Takato...goodbye..."

"Guilmon! Please! We're supposed to be together, always! We're part of each other!"

"I'm sorry Takato...but I have to go."

"Guilmon...please...it hurts.... it hurts so much! Come back Guilmon! Come back...Please!"

"Good-bye Takato! Good-bye!"

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With a sudden intake of breath, the boy sat up quickly, shouting a single word, "No!..." but immediately ceased when he smashed his head into the overhead bunk bed.

He fell to the floor, his vision blurred and swirling. Groaning in pain, he untangled himself from his blankets, He pushed himself up and leaned against the wall. The room spun, and he touched his head, wincing at the contact.

He sighed, "Well Takato, you've done it now..."

Takato opened the door for his room, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, he flicked on the light and gazed into the mirror. He did not look well at all. His face was pale and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His eyes were blood shot, and the red mark on his forehead seemed to turn darker.

He had been having a nightmare....and it still shook him. He knew it wasn't real...that it had only been a dream, but still...he was highly disturbed by it.

Takato sighed and leaned his head against the cool surface of the mirror. It felt good against his sore head. He remembered how just last month he hadn't even known if he would ever look at himself in a mirror again. The fight against the D-Reaper was hell. He and the other tamers hadn't had time for anything personal. Sometimes it seemed as if it'd be better just to give in...and let the D-Reaper win. They held out though, and in the end were the victors.

The D-Reaper had been defeated by a program of all things. A little ironic since it was basically a program itself. Henry's father Janyu and the other monster makers had created a program to de-evolve the D-Reaper to it's simplest and earliest form. It had worked...and the side effect that Janyu had feared hadn't happened. He told the Tamers after a week since their victory...and they had been shocked. They could have lost their partners...

It hadn't happened though...the side effect never took place, and life went back to normal. Well...as normal as one could call the life of a celebrity normal. People were always following the Tamers...wanting autographs...asking questions...it was a lot for any of them to handle. Although...Ryo seemed to do a good job handling the mobs.

Takato smiled at the thought...and began to think that he'd calmed down enough to go back to sleep.

"Argh!"

Takato grimaced as images of the nightmare came to him. Takato shuddered and tears formed in his eyes. He shook his head and clenched his fists.

"It wasn't real..." he whispered, "it was a dream!"

Takato turned on the cold water and splashed his face, hoping it'd clear away the dream. It didn't work though and Takato soon had tears running down his face.

The nightmare had seemed so real. He and the other tamers had finally defeated the D-Reaper, but then they were to find that their partners had to leave them! It had been horrible! Takato could remember how Guilmon had looked as he was de-digivolving and how he had felt. It was as if a piece of himself was being torn from him.

"It wasn't real though..." Takato repeated to himself, "Guilmon is in his shed, and the others are fine!"

With a rubbing at his eyes, Takato shut off the bathroom light, and made his way quietly back to his room. He shut his door and picked his blankets up off the floor. Then he lay back down and pulled the blankets over his body. Takato shut his eyes, and prayed to every deity he could think of, that the nightmare would not return.

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Morning came too soon for Takato.

"Takato!" called his mother from downstairs. "Wake up! You need to help bake the bread for today!"

Takato groaned and rolled over...only to promptly fall out of bed.

"Ouch....I'm comin..." groaned Takato.

He yawned and put on his usual attire. He slipped on his goggles, and grabbed his D-Arc. He then proceeded downstairs, and started with his usual chore of helping make the days' bread. He noticed they were out of Guilmon bread, but didn't mention anything right away. He wanted to get to the park as soon as possible.

When he was done with his chores, he became a blur.

He ran out the door with a shout of, "Bye! I'm going to the park! Oh!, and we're out of Guilmon bread!"

His parents stood there confusedly after he was gone. Then, turning toward each other with a questioning look, they asked, "What's Guilmon bread?"

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Knight of the Staff: Boo ha ha! Foolish mortals! You thought this would be a one-shot, didn't you?

Pinmon: You know...I don't get the ending.

Knight of the Staff: That's because you're not supposed to.

Pinmon: Oh....

Knight of the Staff: Anyways...I have a proclamation! I shall not update until you mortals bestow upon me....um....at least 5 reviews! Yes! 5 reviews!

Pinmon: You're a cold-hearted monster.

Knight of the Staff: Hey! I am not! I'm just sick of foolish mortals who read the fruit of my labors...and not review any of it! It makes me so angry!

Pinmon: Geesh!...calm down why don't cha? I'm sure people will review.

Knight of the Staff: Really?

Pinmon: Yeah...sure, I mean...anything's possible.

Knight of the Staff: Goody! Well...until next time mortals! As always, Boo ha ha!