Digimon Defenders
Disclaimer: A pile of textbooks and schedules comes into view, then explodes to reveal DayDreamer9 holding a new chapter of "Digimon Defenders" underneath
FINALLY!!! I never thought I'd be free of school!
(Notices readers and clears throat)
Hi! I'm SO sorry for not updating in a hurry, I went as fast as I could, honest. I've had writer's block, plus school and Finals got in the way. Did I mention my folks are also planning on moving? I also want to apologize if I made my stories too detailed. It's just that I've always been told that you should write about something as if the person reading it has never heard of it before, or something along that line. Here, Gina and Lisa get to spend the day with their new Tamer friends. I don't own Digimon, it's the property of Saban (I think) and Toei Animations. I DO own the Tamers and their families (sorta), their partners, and the crests (which will soon appear). The modify cards and what they look like are based after the cards I found on the cool site, 'Shining Celebi' which has now moved to 'Digimon: The Shining Evolution'.
Chapter 3: Tamers Together
February 7, 2004 – Saturday, 10:25 AM
'Summerton South' was a 'gated community' along 38th St. A lot of houses were constructed within the gray walls, most of their roofs appearing above the top of the wall. It was a 'housing development' that was made about a couple years ago. The fancy gate that could only be opened by typing in an access code and double name plaques on opposite walls at the entrance made it appear ritzy, but it was just an average development. At this point in time, a white 'Crysler Seabring' stopped by the front gate, its driver typing in the access code, and making the large gate slowly open. Once fully opened, the car drove into the development. It drove straight in, turning to the right after a certain distance, and drove down a road to the end of that street.
The house it stopped near was a big gray house with a dark, shingled roof. It looked like a two-story, but it was only a one-story. A part of it jutted out towards the street on the left side, creating room for the garage on that part of the house. A statue of a girl was on the front lawn and a driveway was to the left, curving up and to the left into the garage that faced the house besides this one. On the driveway was a black pick-up. A stretch of flowers followed the path to the front door, which was quite a ways away. In back of the house was a small pond and a screened-in porch connecting to the back of the house.
The minute the car drove into the driveway, besides the black pick-up, it stopped, and the driver got out. It was a woman who appeared to be in her early forties. She was a bit short and wore her dull brown hair in a ponytail. She was dressed casually and held a tan pocket book as she stepped out of the car and went to the passengers' side. She opened the door on the right and looked inside at her two children: a boy with sandy blond hair and hazel eyes and a girl with dirty blond hair and blue eyes.
"Okay, everybody out," she said, reaching for one of the shopping bags she had put in the back seat, "and help me carry these bags inside."
The two kids nodded as the woman, their mother, carried her package towards the front door. When she was halfway there, both of the kids began to lift the packages at their feet up, exposing a pair of figures who were hiding underneath.
"Sorry we had to put this stuff on you guys," 13 year-old Mark Renalds apologized, "are you two okay?"
One of the figures, a gold-yellow cheetah with glittering blue spots, raised his head, and looked up at his friend.
"Yeah, no problem buddy," Cheetahmon said with a smile.
The other figure, a pink Pegasus with lavender eyes, looked up as well. She gave Cheetahmon a glance.
"Are you kidding? It was stuffy down there," Pegamon said, turning to the girl, "why couldn't I have just flown?"
The girl smiled.
"A lot of people would of freaked if they saw you, most likely," 12 year- old Diana Renalds replied.
After giving a glance at the surrounding area and a quick look towards the front door, Mark ducked his head back into the car.
"Okay sis, we gotta do this quick," he instructed, "I'll bring the stuff inside while you sneak the Digimon in through the back, 'kay?"
Diana nodded and her brother quickly gathered up the bags from 'T.J. Max'. Once he had them, he made his way out of the milk white car. Once he made sure the coast was clear, he nodded to his sister as he headed for the front door. Diana scooted out of the car and motioned for the Digimon to follow. Cheetahmon crawled onto the seat and hopped out of the car while Pegamon half flew, half stumbled out. Once that was done, the dirty blond girl ran towards the screened-in porch and stopped by the side-screen door. She motioned to the Digimon to follow her. Both cat and pony ran to her side as Mark ran back to the car. He shut the open car door and turned to his sister, who gave him a 'thumbs-up' as she went into the porch, the Digimon behind her.
Inside the screened-in porch was a rather large pool with a miniature waterfall on the left side. To the right of Diana and the pool was a patio, complete with a table surrounded by four chairs. To the right of the table was a litter box and food bowls with cat food and water inside, indication that there were cats in the Renalds' household. To the left were shelves that held a radio, a small stereo, and a collection of knick-knacks. Since Diana and Marks' Mom liked to collect things, half of the house was filled with knick-knacks. In back of the table was a wide glass screen that showed the living room. To the right was a sliding glass door that led to the kitchen. And to the left was a door that led to Diana and Marks' parents' room. Luckily, that wasn't where she planned on going.
"Stay here for a sec," Diana told the Digimon, "I have to check on something."
The two Digimon nodded as Diana went over to the glass door that led to the kitchen. She peeked inside to see if her mother was there. The kitchen was rather small compared to the rest of the house, although it connected to the second living room, which was complete with couches and a large TV. The kitchen was tiled, unlike the second living room, and had a table with a glass surface and four chairs surrounding it. A counter lined both sides of the wall next to it, making a small passage to the kitchen entrance, with another counter in the middle. A refrigerator was across from the table, which was near the glass kitchen door. A stove and sink were on Diana's side of the wall, built into the counters. On all of the counters were magazines, food that was left out, and the drawers and cupboards held food and silverware.
But no sign of Mrs. Renalds.
Diana slid the kitchen door open, it was always unlocked, and motioned the Digimon to come in. Cheetahmon dashed inside while Pegamon kept a steady pace next to her partner. Diana led them to the kitchen entrance and turned right, past the large, rectangular table in front of her. She led the way down the hallway where Marks' room, the bathroom, and her room were all located on the left side of the wall. A computer sat on the small desk to her right. It was mainly used by her, Mark, and their Mom. Their Dad had one in his study. Diana made a beeline for her room at the end of the hall and opened the door which had a piece of paper with a drawn picture of the face of a man with blue hair and writing at the top that said: 'THIS IS A YOUZEN SHRINE'.
Diana's room had a Japanese/anime theme to it. In the middle of the room, sitting horizontally to Diana with its headboard against the left wall, was Diana's bed. It had a cream comforter and pillows. Across from the bed, against the right wall, was a medium sized bureau that had 'DBZ' action figures on top along with a jewelry box and a few pictures. A mirror was attached to it and faced the bed. On the wall overlooking Diana's bed was a poster of Japan: a picture of traditional Japanese dancers that her father had got for her on her birthday a couple years ago. A white closet, built into the wall, was across from Diana. On it, pictures and printouts of 'Senkaiden Houshin Engi' and 'Inuyasha' hung almost everywhere. On the wall that Diana's bedroom door was built into, facing her bed, was a 'DBZ' poster. A window was between the bed and the closet and on the other side of the bed was a nightstand, complete with a lamp, a radio alarm clock, and 'Super Saiyan Goku' action figure. In the right hand corner of Diana's room was what every kid must want in their rooms: a small TV with a 'Nintendo Game Cube' hooked up to it.
But, despite all the ritzy-ness, the Renalds weren't rich.
Diana went inside, almost being barreled over by Cheetahmon, with Pegamon behind her. With a sigh, she flopped down on her bed. Cheetahmon hopped up on the bed as well, smiling.
"That trip gets funner and funner every time," he said.
Diana cracked a blue eye open and stared up at him.
"Glad you like sneaking around the house," she said, her voice muffled by the comforter, "but if my Mom had caught us, we'd be in serious trouble."
A couple second later, Mark came into her room, alarming his sister. He closed the door and turned to the others.
"Well," he breathed, removing the silver and yellow D-Arc from his jeans, "this was quite an interesting day."
Diana pushed herself onto her elbows and took her silver and pink D-Ark from her jeans as well. As she stared at it, the memories of the events earlier in the day came rushing back: their mother taking them to 'T.J. Max', the Digital Field, the two girls and their partners, the fight with Mojyamon, Mark and herself almost getting creamed, Card Slashing, and the defeat of Mojyamon. It was all so intense. Diana turned herself into a sitting position and faced her brother.
"Except for both our near-death experiences, yeah, it definitely ROCKED!" she said, grinning.
Mark rolled his eyes. His sister was always like that. Cheetahmon hopped up and down on the bed.
"We beat the digi-stuffing out of that guy," he said, bobbing up and down, "didn't ya just love it when I slammed right into that ape? I was the coolest!"
Mark gave his partner a wry smile.
"Right," he said, turning to Diana, "but I keep thinking about those girls. Where did they come from?"
Diana shrugged as Cheetahmon continued to hop on the bed. Pegamon looked up at him.
"How long are you going to do that?" she asked, watching him bounce.
Cheetahmon didn't even slow down to reply.
"Until I feel like stopping," he said, simply.
Diana turned to him.
"Just don't wreck my bed," she warned, then turned back to her brother, "and as for those girls, I dunno. But they really helped us out."
Mark, still thinking about the events from earlier, nodded.
"We all helped each other out," Mark commented, "but........." Mark folded his arms. "But who were they? And where are they now?
Millers' Residence – 10:30 AM
"Aha! Found it!"
When Gina and Lisa had gotten back into 'Books-A-Million', they acted as if nothing had happened, and retrieved the books that they had come for. When shopping was done, they had returned home so that their mother could get ready for company, which she was having over at 11:00. As soon as the sisters had deposited their tired partners in their bedrooms, Gina had shot off towards the kitchen. When Lisa had caught up with her, she found that her sister was looking through the 'Sprint Red Yellow Pages', in the front section, looking for.........
"Renalds," Gina said, pointing to a page.
Lisa went closer and looked over her sisters' shoulder. She sighed.
"Sis, how do we know that this is the phone number for the kids that we met?" she asked.
Gina picked up the phone, which was on the top left hand corner of the kitchen desk, which was sideways across from the counter. She glanced at her sister.
"They're the only 'Renalds' in the book, sis," she stated, "who else could it be?"
Lisa looked at the name and frowned.
"Why do you want to get in touch with them so soon anyway?" she asked.
Gina paused and turned to her sister.
"We didn't get enough time to get to know them," she said, looking at the number, "I mean, if their was an emergency, and we needed help, who'd we call?"
Lisa stared at her sister.
"You make it sound as if another Digimon is gonna come and stomp on the house," she said, a slight indication of nervousness in her voice. She still wasn't too secure on the whole 'Digimon' factor.
Gina shrugged.
"Ya never know," she said, "and I just want to see if we can meet up for a chat."
Lisa raised an eyebrow.
"Chat?" she asked.
Gina, who was about to dial, glanced at her sister.
"Like I said, we should get to know them. They seem like nice people," said, frowning, "stop being so anti-social. If you want, I'll do the talking."
Sighing, Lisa stepped back.
"Go ahead," she stated, "this was 'your' idea."
Gina smiled and began to dial.
Renalds' Residence – 10:33 AM
Mark and Cheetahmon had retired back to Marks' room. It was a bit bigger than Diana's room. The bed was against the wall across from the door. Double pillows and a thick green comforter were laid out on top of his bed. Both his and Diana's bedroom walls were tan-brown, but while Diana's rug was peach, Marks' was dark green. A bureau was to the left of his bed against the wall. On it were Digimon action figures, from Agumon to Gallantmon. There was also a stack of 'Shonen Jump' magazines on the left side. To the right of his bed was his nightstand where his lamp, alarm clock, CD player, and 'Game Boy Color' were all crammed onto. On the left side of the bed was a window. On the same wall that the door was built into was a closet just like Diana's and it was covered with pictures of 'Digimon' and 'DBZ'. Mark didn't have a TV in his room like Diana; he didn't want one. He was currently lying on his stomach on top of his bed, reading a 'Shonen Jump' issue while Cheetahmon was just beginning to relax on the left side of his bed.
Ring Ring! Ring Ring!
Mark looked up from his manga and rolled off the bed. He managed to make it out of the doorway as the second ring chimed through the house.
"I'll get it!" he called, running down the hall.
"'Kay!" Diana replied from inside her room.
His mother didn't reply. Mark, already to the phone, assumed that she was in the laundry room. He checked the 'caller ID' that was installed in the kitchen phone. It was a number that he didn't recognize.
(Wonder who it is?) he thought, picking up the dark gray phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this the Renalds residence?"
Mark blinked. The voice was that of a girl, but it sounded familiar.
"Um, yes it is," he replied.
A pause.
"Is, um, Mark Renalds there?" the caller asked.
"Speaking," Mark replied.
Another pause, a little longer this time, and then.........
"So, how did you think of your first meeting with a Mojyamon went?" the caller asked.
"Well, I'll admit I was........." Mark began, then stopped in shock, "w-wha-?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to know if you were the same Mark that helped us fight off that wild Digimon," the caller said, apologetically.
Marks' shock faded into simple surprise and realization.
"Then, you're........."
"Gina Miller. The same girl who you shook hands with."
Mark blinked in surprise. No wonder the voice had sounded familiar. It was the same girl that saved his sister.
"Wow! I mean, I-I..." Mark stuttered, but finally found what he was trying to get out, "I can't believe you actually found me – no, wait, that's not how it sounds-"
A giggle came from the other line.
"Relax already," Gina said, "I just wanted to meet the Tamers who helped us out. Last time we met, we didn't have a lot of time to talk."
Mark relaxed and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "sorry if we seemed in a rush. My Mom would have freaked if she found out we were gone."
"Yeah, my Mom's the same way."
Mark leaned against the counter.
"You mentioned 'meet'," he brought up, "as in.........get together?"
Another pause.
"Well, my Mom is having company over soon, and my sister and I are curious about the Tamers who helped us," Gina finally replied, "we wanted to visit if we could."
Mark thought a moment.
"Well, we live in 'Summerton South', and if you live across town-" Mark didn't have time to finish.
"WOAH! You live THAT close?!!" Gina cried in shock.
Mark winced, but was instantly curious about what she had just said.
"'Close'?" he repeated, "where do you live?"
"Across the street, a few houses down."
Mark blinked in surprise.
"Wow, that IS close," he said, "my Mom's gonna be busy later, but she doesn't mind if we have friends over. When should we meet?"
From there, the two Tamers formed a schedule: as soon as Mrs. Millers' friends had arrived, Gina and Lisa would take their partners and bikes to 'Summerton South' and Mark would meet them at the gate with 'his' bike. Mark was more curious than ever now. Like Gina, he'd always wanted a chance to meet up with other Tamers ever since he met Cheetahmon and now it seemed like both were getting their wish. As soon as he got off the phone, he dashed back to his room, nearly slipping on the tiles, and stumbled onto his rooms' carpet. He went over to a resting Cheetahmon and nudged his friend a couple times before he woke up.
"Huh? What's up, Mark?" he asked, drowsily.
Mark smiled down at his partner.
"We're gonna have company pretty soon," he said, excited.
Millers' Residence – 11:09 AM
Mrs. Millers' friends arrived on time. They were two women from 'Indian Pines', another development down the street, and they were good friends of Mrs. Miller. After Gina and Lisa said their hellos, they dashed back to their rooms to inform their Digimon that they were ready to leave. Gankomon was excited about meeting new Digimon and their Tamers. Nekomon didn't really mind either. Since the adults had retreated into the kitchen, the sisters had no problem sneaking their partners outside. The girls' bikes were leaning against the wall out in the front porch, both built for the girls' age category. Gina's bike was a mix of pink, white, and purple while Lisa's was red and gold. Both had baskets in front and both were perfect for carrying the two cat Digimon.
"So, what are these things again?" Gankomon asked, staring at the bikes in wonder.
Gina smiled down at her partner.
"They're bikes," she informed, scooping him up, "people use them for transportation."
Lisa had already placed Nekomon in her bikes' plain-looking basket. The little lion stared at it, but said nothing.
"You told Mom about this, right?" she asked, mounting her bike.
Placing Gankomon in the white, flower printed basket on her bike, Gina nodded.
"Yeah, I told her we were visiting Cassie down the road," she said, hopping onto her bike, "Mom didn't mind as long as we were back by dinner."
Lisa nodded and the two girls got their bikes onto the driveway and rode out the gate.
Mark was excited about having other Tamers over. He'd always hoped that there would be others like there was on the show that he watched. He was mainly into Season 3, but he'd given the previous Seasons a chance. He thought the dub of Season 4 was a bit, well, disappointing, but he 'did' think the plot was good.
(But they were just anime,) Mark thought as he fixed up his bedspread for the visitors who were about to arrive, (this is real!)
Mark had always wanted action, not like the boredom of everyday life. But since the closest he got to action were the rides at 'Disney World', Mark never was satisfied with his normal life. Then, a week ago, his life changed..........
January 31, 2004 – Renalds' Residence – 3:10 PM
Mark was tired when he walked into the house, as in completely exhausted, mainly because his Dad hadn't picked him and Diana up at the corner. He had to walk home, and his house was a long ways from the gate, while Diana visited a friend of hers a couple houses down. And he noticed when he came in that his mothers' car wasn't in the driveway either.
(They must be at the hospital again,) he though, heading for his room, (I hope with better news.)
Not to long ago, Mark and Diana's father had had an operation, a liver transplant to be exact. There, Mr. Renalds had to go in weekly to have check-ups and get special shots and medicine that helped with his transplant and his other ailment. Since it had turned into a daily thing by now, everyone was used to it, but Mark was hoping that his Dad would get better soon. He wasn't the same as before, always tired..........
Mark entered his bedroom and tossed his black and gray book bag onto the floor by his bed. With a tired sigh, the sandy-haired boy flopped down, face first, onto his bed. Mark had done two tests today, had to run at the speed of light to catch his bus, and had, only a while ago, walked nearly half a mile to get to his house. Mark was definitely exhausted and was ready to take a small nap before the rest of his family came home, when he felt something sticking into his stomach. Rolling onto his back, Mark sat up to examine what he was lying on, thinking it was just a book or something. But it wasn't.
Two objects were sitting in the middle of Marks' bed, where he had flopped down. One was a Card Holder; 4 ½ inches high and 2 ½ centimeters wide. It was brown and had a clasp in back and a weird symbol in front. It looked like the shape of a medieval shield, like the kind knights held in the old days. The next object was shaped like a square-circle with a U-shape on the bottom with two oval buttons side by side. A yellow circle was in the middle of the circle-square top with a square screen in its center. On top of the object was a yellow strap with a clasp on the tip, made for attaching it to something. And he noticed that there was a slot on the right side.
Curious, Mark picked both objects up, and began to look them over. It looked very familiar to him. Both of the objects did. It was like he'd seen them before, somewhere.........
February 7, 2004 – Renalds' Residence – 11:10 AM
"Mark? Hey, Mark?!"
Mark snapped out of thought and looked down to see his partner staring up at him with big green eyes.
"Huh?" he asked, dumbly.
Cheetahmon cocked his head to one side.
"I thought you said we were having company over?" he pointed out.
Mark nodded.
"Yeah, those girls, wh-?" Mark broke off his question as he suddenly realized what his partner was getting at, "oh, no! They're probably waiting for me at the gate by now!"
Mark scrambled for the door, but stopped halfway out, and went back to put his sneakers on. Cheetahmon watched his partner in amusement.
"And you guys call 'me' scatter-brained," he commented.
Mark gave his partner a look as he finished tying his shoelaces.
"Very funny," he muttered, "tell Diana to get ready. They should be here soon."
Cheetahmon nodded as Mark ran out into the hall. There were no real worries about the Digimon being seen, seeing as the hallway had its own door (a design that their father put in). All Mark had to do was shut it, which he did. Quietly, he slipped out into the foyer. It was tiled and across from the white door was the first living room that their mother had insisted on putting in. It had three couches forming a U-shape that faced the door and olive-green carpets beneath them. On all of the couches was a collection of porcelain dolls that Mrs. Renalds had collected over the years. Behind the living room was glass window that showed the pool. Mark would always hear comments about how rich they were and how lucky they were to be wealthy.
Mark had lost track of how many times he said they weren't rich.
Mark quietly opened the door, snuck outside, and closed it behind him. With any luck, his Mom would think that he was in his room. He ran down the path, the driveway, and into the garage that was always left open in the daytime. He located his bike leaning on the left wall, opposite of Diana's. It was colored bronze with a black seat and handlebars. Mark brought it out into the driveway before he mounted it. In minutes, he was peddling down the road, towards the gate.
(I hope I didn't keep them waiting,) he hoped, turning the corner that would lead him to the gate.
He could see a couple figures outside the immense gate. As he drew closer, he identified them: two girls, one with shoulder-length brown hair and the other with chin-length hair colored a darker shade of brown. The girl with shoulder-length hair was riding on a pink, purple, and white bike, while the other girls' was red and gold. In the bike-basket of the tri-colored bike was what looked like a Gatomon, but instead of white fur and purple tufts, it had copper-orange fur with navy blue tufts. It's eyes weren't round and blue, but sharp and copper, and it was watching him approach the gate with impatience. The other Digimon in the other girls' bike instantly reminded Mark of 'Kovu' as a cub from 'The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride', only with fiery red fur, an orange tail tuft and round, navy eyes that seemed to stare through Mark. Both girls looked up at him as he came to a halt behind the gate. He stared at both of them.
"Gina and Lisa Miller?" he asked.
The girl with the boy Gatomon smiled.
"Mark Renalds?" she returned.
Mark smiled.
(This is SO cool,) was all he could think.
After Mark helped the Miller sisters open the gate, he led them back to his house as the Digimon stared at all the houses.
"Wow, I never knew there was so many of these 'house' things," Gankomon commented as the bikes turned the corner that led to Marks' house.
"Yep, there are a bunch all around the world," Gina said, "our house isn't the only one."
Lisa glanced ahead at Mark.
"Are your parents' home?" she asked.
Mark glanced over his shoulder at her.
"Yeah, but knowing Mom, she's probably fixing and washing clothes," he said, turning his attention back to the road in front of him, "but she doesn't mind me and Diana having friends over."
Mark led the girls into the driveway of his house and stopped his bike.
"You can put your bike in the garage with mine and Diana's," he told the girls, getting off his bike.
As the girls got off their bikes, Nekomon glanced at the Renalds' house.
"It's nearly as big as the house that 'we' stay in," he commented, flatly.
The Miller sisters looked at the house and realized he was right. It was nearly just as tall as the Millers' residence. Gina glanced at Mark, who was putting his bike away.
"You've got a cool," she stated, politely, "is your family rich?"
Mark sighed and scratched his head. Lisa elbowed her sister.
"You shouldn't pry like that," she scolded, quietly, "it's rude."
Gina was about to reply when Mark stepped in.
"It's okay. A lot of people ask me that," he said, "but no, I'm not rich. Not really, anyway."
Gina gave her sister a triumphant look. Gankomon looked up at Mark with curious brown-red eyes.
"What's 'rich'?" he asked, curiously.
Gina couldn't help but giggle while her sister rolled her eyes. Nekomon said nothing, he was still looking at the house. Mark, on the other hand, was just plain fascinated.
Mark led the girls and their partners up to the front door and slowly opened it. After checking to make sure his mother wasn't around, Mark stepped inside, and motioned the girls to come in. The minute both girls stepped inside, they stopped and stared at the houses inside. Gankomon and Nekomon were equally impressed, though Nekomon hardly showed it.
"Woah, this place is even bigger inside," Gankomon stated in awe.
Gina turned to Mark.
"Are you 'sure' you're not rich?" she asked.
Mark chuckled and shook his head.
"Nah, Dad just overdid the design," he explained, and motioned over to the hallway door, "this is where my room and my sisters' room is."
The girls followed him as he went over and opened the hallway door. Gina couldn't help but be amazed while Lisa just took everything in, calmly. Mark quickly closed the hallway door as soon as Gankomon and Nekomon stepped inside, and went over to his bedroom door.
"Cheetahmon wanted to meet you first," he explained, "I hope you don't mind."
Gina shook her head.
"Not at all," she assured, "does that mean this' your room?"
Mark nodded, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah," he said, turning the doorknob, "Cheetahmon? I'm back."
Without any warning, the floor flew open, and a yellow blur knocked the sandy-haired boy over. The Miller sisters and their partners watched as Cheetahmon covered his Tamers' face with digi-cat kisses.
"Man, Mark, you've been gone for a long time! Almost as long as when you go to that school place!" Cheetahmon said in a happy frenzy, "why didn't ya take me with ya? I wanted to come! Oh well, you're back now. Are these the other Tamers?"
Mark, with all his might, pushed the big rookie off of his stomach.
"Ugh, yes these are them," he said, wiping his face with his forearm, "and what do you mean I've been gone a long time? I was only gone for five minutes or so."
The cheetah Digimon shrugged.
"So? I still missed you," he said, simply.
Mark rolled his eyes while both sisters couldn't help but laugh. The third door on that side of the wall opened just then and a girl with a dirty blond ponytail walked out. Her blue eyes fell on the trio of Tamers.
"Hey bro, I guess you were successful?" she asked, playfully.
Mark gave his sister a look that most older brothers give their little sisters when they state the obvious, while Gina turned to the girl.
"You're......Diana, right?" she asked.
The girl nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, and you're my hero," she said.
Gina smiled at that. That was when a pink Pegasus with a blue mane and tail walked out of Diana's room and joined her partner in the hall. She looked up at the sisters and instantly recognized them.
"Hey, you're the one who saved Diana," she said in realization.
Gina nodded and Lisa looked over to Mark.
"How long have you had your partners?" she asked, politely.
Mark turned to her.
"For about a week," he replied, "and you?"
Lisa shrugged.
"We just met them yesterday," she said, "but, it sorta feels longer."
Diana smiled over at her.
"We know what you mean," she said.
Gankomon looked over at Pegamon.
"What's it like living in someplace as big as this?" he asked the Pegasus.
The small, flying horse gave him a shrug, which looked a little silly.
"It's okay," she stated, "it's almost like living in a giant cave with lots of stuff inside."
Cheetahmon looked in their direction.
"And the food," he added, "don't forget about the food!"
The Renalds kids rolled their eyes while Gina gave a chuckle. Lisa turned to Mark.
"Have you ever run across any wild Digimon before this?" she asked, curious.
Mark faced her and shook his head.
"No," he said, "today makes it our first official fight."
"And it was COOL!" Diana added.
Mark rolled his eyes at his sister while Gina brought up her D-Arc.
"When did you first get your D-Arcs?" she asked, curiously.
Mark took his own D-Arc from his jeans and looked at it as well.
"About a week ago," he explained, "Diana discovered hers when she got home from a friends house."
"Yeah," Diana piped in, "and that night, we met Cheetahmon and Pegamon."
Gina and Lisa both looked up, startled.
"That's the same way it happened with us," Gina commented, a bit surprised at the similar circumstances
Lisa looked at the siblings with a look of pure curiosity.
"Just how exactly did you meet them?" she asked.
The brother and sister turned to one another and Mark turned back to the sisters.
"Well, it all started around 8:00 at night, last week," he began to explain, "our folks were next door, so we were alone in the house...
January 31, 2004 – Renald's Residence – 8:00 PM
To be blunt, Mark was bored. Not only had today been one exhausting mess, but there was nothing relatively good to watch on TV. Nothing that interested him anyway. His parents had gone next door to celebrate their neighbors' birthday, a neighbor who had been their friend for four years. Mark was too tired to go and socialize for a change (not to mention the neighbors' dog didn't like him very much) and Diana had to do Biology homework. So, aside from his excuse, Mark also had to 'baby-sit' his sister. Mark didn't really mind as he sat in the second living room's couch, flipping through the channels out of pure boredom. Mark had done all of his homework earlier, so doing his homework was out of the question. With a sigh, Mark shut off the TV, got up, and headed for his room.
(Might as well re-read by latest 'Shonen Jump' manga,) he thought to himself, (it would be nice if something exciting happened in this neighborhood for a change.)
Beep! Beep!
Mark looked up at the sound of the sudden beeping noise. On instinct, he went over to check the phone. He was a bit surprised when he saw that the phone wasn't the source of the sudden noise.
(No new messages?) he though to himself, (then what-?)
Beep! Beep!
Mark looked up again, confused. After listening for another second or two, Mark followed the loud beeping noise...to his room. Mark's eyes widened when he realized that the strange beeping was coming from his own bedroom.
(What's going on?) he thought as he approached his door, very confused, (I have nothing that beeps in my room. My alarm doesn't even beep.) He reached for the doorknob and turned it. (Maybe Diana left her cell phone on in my room.)
But upon opening his bedroom door, he saw that it wasn't a cell phone that was creating the beeping noise. It was the strange device that he had left on the nightstand with the Card Holder. Surprised, Mark walked slowly over to the beeping, metallic object. Upon coming closer to it, he realized that the screen of the strange device was flashing blue every time it beeped.
"What the-?" he whispered, stopping before the flashing object.
For a while, he did nothing but stand and stare at the beeping device with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Carefully, Mark reached down, and closed his fingers around the device. It didn't zap or sting his hand, so he figured it was safe to hold. He looked down at the flashing screen with a strange look on his face.
(How odd,) he thought, turning the strange device over in his hand, (I wonder if this thing is supposed to do this?)
"Mark!"
Startled, Mark turned to see his sister in his doorway, looking a bit confused.
"Sis? You okay?" he asked, noticing the odd look on her face.
Diana shrugged.
"Personally, I'm not really paying attention to how I'm feeling," she stated, holding up something in her left hand, "I'm too busy trying to figure out what this thing is doing."
In her hand was another silver, round-square device, like the one Mark was holding. The only difference was it had a pink strap and a pink circle around the screen. Diana had found the device on her bed when she came home from her friends' house. Both she and Mark had been puzzled by it, but seeing as though the devices weren't doing anything out of the ordinary at that time, they didn't question their parents about them or anything.
But now, they were DEFINITELY doing something out of the ordinary.
"It won't stop beeping," Diana continued, eying her device, confused, "and every time I try and press one of the buttons, a list of words comes up."
Mark stared at his sisters' device for a while before staring back at his own. He had no idea why they were beeping either, but something his sister had said made him curious about something. Looking at the two yellow buttons below the circled screen, Mark took a deep breath, and pressed the button on the right. The beeping stopped and the screen stopped flashing to reveal a word on the screen: Locate. Mark raised an eyebrow.
(Locate?) he thought, more confused now than before, (locate what?)
His curiosity getting the better of him, he pressed the button on the left. Without so much as a warning, a blue, holographic circle with a red arrow inside popped out of the screen.
"HOLY COW!" Diana cried, jumping back nearly three feet.
Mark almost dropped the device, but despite his shock, he got control of the emotions of fear that he was feeling now. He gazed at the circle and suddenly noticed that the red arrow had moved over to the left of the circle, towards the window. Turning, Mark stared at his window, wondering what the heck was happening. Diana had recovered from her shock and moved closer to her brother, keeping an eye on the strange device. After an internal debate, Mark headed for the window, and when he got in front of it, moved the pale curtain aside to look outside.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. Marks' window faced the left side of the house. The street curved around it, leading to other houses in back of the development, but between it and the Renalds household was a big, open field with long grass and weeds. A house hadn't been built there yet and Mark doubted if anyone 'would' build one there. Across the field and on the other side of the curving road was a bunch of trees that served as a miniature forest. To the left of it, in an area clear of trees, was what appeared to be a house in the process of being built. A wooded fence was around the side of it, only allowing the front of the house to show. The scene almost looked creepy in the cloud-filled night, but Mark kept looking, trying to find what the strange device was pointing too.
He soon found out.
From behind the house in the woods across the street, a beam of white light shot up from behind the fence, and went up into the clouds. It happened so suddenly, Mark couldn't help but jump back from fear. Where had that light come from? Diana noticed her brothers' reaction and walked over beside him, peering out the window.
"Hey bro, what's – WOAH!" Diana cried, scrambling back in alarm, "where did THAT come from!?"
Mark shook his head in a confused gesture and watched as the light slowly faded away and a strange, magenta fog suddenly appeared just above the fence. Both children couldn't help but gawk at what just happened. After 10 seconds of staring in shock, curiosity got the better of Mark, and he ran to his closet, pulling out his green jacket.
"W-what are you doing, Mark?" his sister asked, turning to him.
The strange device, compass-like hologram still present, was gripped tightly in his hand as he turned to face his little sister with a tight smile.
"I can't just stay here and do nothing but stare," he told her, "I'm going to see what that light was."
With that, Mark started heading out the hallway door, and it was only then did his sister snap out of her surprise.
"WHAT?!" she demanded, running after him, "are you crazy?! It could be some kinda nuclear radiation that did that, or something!"
Mark rolled his eyes as he entered the foyer.
"Sis, nuclear radiation, here?" he asked, free hand on the doorknob, "maybe in California somewhere, but not 'here'."
Diana, still a bit nervous about the light, attempted one last time to stop her brother.
"You know what they say, 'curiosity killed the cat'!" she snapped.
Mark opened the door and gave his sister a smirk.
"Well, I'm not a cat," he said, reassuringly, before stepping outside.
The night wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either. It had rained a while ago, so it was a bit humid with wetness in the air. Mark was a bit too preoccupied to care at the moment. He glanced down at the device. It still had the compass and the arrow was pointing towards the house. Taking a deep breath, Mark began his trek across the field. He hadn't gone five steps when he heard the door slam behind him.
"Wait!"
Mark, surprised, turned to see Diana running after him, her device in hand.
"Diana?" Mark said in surprise, "I thought you were scared of that light?"
His dirty blond-haired sister gave him a wry look before coming to a stop beside him.
"I was nervous, not scared," she corrected, "and, I'll admit, I'm curious too."
Mark raised an eyebrow as the two siblings began to head for the house and the fog.
"Whatever happened to 'curiosity killed the cat'?" he asked.
Diana gave him a sheepish look.
"Well," she said, shrugging off what remained of her nervousness, "I never did buy that saying anyway."
Both of them giggled a bit as they continued their trek. Luckily, despite the clouds, the moon was visible, and showed to way with help from light posts by the road. As they closed the distance between the house and themselves, coming to the road, both brother and sister couldn't help but feel their nervousness returning. What if it was something neither wanted to see? And yet, something seemed to compel them forward.
After crossing the street and running up a side road, which led to the house, Mark and Diana looked around, wearily. The ground was mostly dirt with some cement here and there. Building materials were strewn around at random locations. The front, garage, and walls of the house were present, but the windows were still empty just like the houses interior, save a few rooms. Behind the house, what they both came to see, was the strange, pinkish-purple fog. For a while, neither sibling said anything.
"So," Diana suddenly said, breaking the silence, "you want to go first?"
Mark stared at the fog for a bit before turning to his sister.
"Ladies first," he insisted, smirking.
Diana rolled her eyes at him.
"No, age before beauty," she insisted back.
Mark found himself chuckling. Even in a moment like this, he and his sister were acting like they always were.
"Okay, how about this?" Mark proposed, "how about we 'both' go in together?"
Diana pretended to think for a minute before nodding.
"Sure, why not?" she said. She then reached over and gripped Marks' wrist with the hand that wasn't holding the odd device. "But just to make sure you don't run off, I'll just hang onto you, just in case."
Mark gave his sister a sly smile.
"Suuuuure," he drawled, as they both headed into the fog.
Digital Field, 8:15 PM
Stepping into the fog was almost like stepping into a dark room, only in this case instead of pitch-black it was bright pink on the inside of the fog. When the two's vision finally cleared, Mark and Diana found themselves in the back of the house, where there was grass beneath them instead of dirt. Technically, they were in a small clearing. After looking around a bit, Mark looked down at the device. The compass-like hologram no longer had the red arrow – it now had four. They were in a square pattern, indicating to the area in front of him and his sister.
"So, now what do we do?" Diana asked, looking cautiously around the odd fog.
Mark looked in front of him and, after thinking his decision over for a few seconds...
"Hello?!" he called out, startling Diana, "is anybody here?!"
Instead of silence, like he expected...
"Yep! And we're starving!" replied an energetic male voice.
Diana grabbed hold of Marks' arm, as the sandy blond stared ahead of him in a mixture of emotions, mostly surprise and curiosity.
"What do you mean 'we'?" asked a high, feminine voice, "I feel fine."
"'You' do, but 'I' don't!" the other voice insisted.
Diana loosened her grip on her brothers' arm a bit while Mark gave an odd look at the voices ahead of them.
(They argue like we do, whoever they are,) he thought, before returning to his calling.
"Who's there?!" he called.
"Just us!" the male voice replied.
(Big help,) Mark thought, sighing.
"Can you come out of the fog please?!" Diana called out, much to her brothers' surprise, "we'd like to see you!"
A pause, then...
"Sure!" the female voice answered cheerfully.
In only a few moments, the sounds of soft footsteps reached the Renalds siblings' ears before two shapes began to emerge from the fog. Diana gasped at the sight before them as the figures stopped only two feet in front of her and her brother. Marks' eyes and mouth both went wide, but his gaping mouth slowly began to turn up into a smile when he realized what they were...
Renalds' Residence – 11:30 AM
"...and after we introduced each other and calmed down a bit, Diana and I snuck Cheetahmon and Pegamon into the house," Mark finished.
Everyone was in the kitchen now, seeing as how Cheetahmon had complained after half of the story was told that he was hungry, and everybody was eating ice cream. Even the Digimon, who were at the bottom of their respective partners chairs, were eating the cold, sweet treat. The Miller sisters had been listening to everything that the other Tamers had said. Gina was amazed and was smiling by the time the story was over.
"Wow, and you've been Tamers since then?" she asked, staring eagerly at Mark.
Mark shrugged as he moved clumps of vanilla ice cream around in his bowl with his spoon.
"Yeah, pretty much," he replied, "it's not really different than our normal life. It's just that now we have two Digital Monsters in our life."
Cheetahmon, who had his small, cat-like snout right down to the bottom of the bowl, looked up at his partner.
"Yeah, same goes for us having humans in 'our' lives," he added, licking ice cream off his nose.
Lisa looked up from her ice cream, next to her sister, and looked over to Diana.
"Did your partners mention anything about searching for someone?" she asked, "'cause that's what Nekomon and Gankomon told us when we first met them."
Diana stopped with her spoon halfway to her mouth and put it back down in the bowl.
"Well, come to think of it, yeah," she said after thinking for half a minute, "but we didn't think much of it at the time."
Mark nodded and faced the girls.
"They 'did' mention that they were looking for two humans, and when they asked us if we were the ones, I said that we were," he explained, "I don't really know why I said it but I did. It wasn't until after we had gotten home with our Digimon that I gave it any real thought. But, like the appearance of our D-Arcs, I didn't think much of it at the time. I was too psyched about becoming a Digimon Tamer."
Diana rolled her eyes as she swallowed her ice cream.
"Yep, that's my bro for you," she said, sarcastically, "always thinking."
Mark gave his sister a look while Gankomon looked up from his ice cream
"This stuff is really good," he commented, licking his lips, "what's it called?"
Before Gina could reply, Cheetahmon beat her to it.
"Mark called it 'Vanilla Ice Cream'," he said in 'a-matter-of-fact' voice.
Gankomon blinked and stared down at the white lumps.
"There's no ice in here," he commented, looking back at Cheetahmon, "and what's 'vanilla'?"
Cheetahmon stopped licking his muzzle and tried to think of a good answer, but he couldn't figure one out at all. Seeing the spotted cats' dilemma, Pegamon looked up from her bowl, and responded instead.
"We dunno," she stated, "maybe it's what makes this stuff white."
Gankomon looked satisfied for the moment and went back to gobbling down the cold treat. Nekomon, who had kept quiet during the entire debate, was still licking up the ice cream in his bowl. None of the Digimon were aware, however, that their Tamers were watching them with amusement.
"Well, I guess this means that the Digimon get along fine," Lisa commented, indicating to the digital cats and winged pony.
Gina, finishing up the remains of her ice cream, flashed her sister a smile.
"That's 'cause we're all Tamers," she stated, "why wouldn't they get along?"
Lisa rolled her eyes at her younger sisters' cheerful tone, seeing as how she, herself, felt embarrassed being here in the first place. She wasn't a very social person. And, to be perfectly honest, she actually felt nervous right now. She was always nervous about talking in front of others while her sister would mouth-off anywhere.
"By the way," Gina said, turning back to Mark and Diana, "one of the main reasons' we wanted to come over was because-"
At the sound of a door opening and closing elsewhere in the house, Mark held up a hand to silence her.
"It's my Mom," he said in a low voice, before turning quickly to Cheetahmon, "quick, hide guys!"
Cheetahmon nodded and both he and Pegamon dashed into the second living room to the right of the kids and ran behind one of the couches. Upon hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Gina decided to follow suit.
"You and Nekomon better hide too, Gankomon," she whispered to her partner.
The copper-orange cat nodded and both he and Nekomon ran to join the other two just as a women with gray-brown hair tied up in a ponytail came in.
"Whew, it's hot out-" Mrs. Renalds began, until she noticed her kids and two strangers in the kitchen, "oh, hello there."
Gina and Lisa smiled politely in unison.
"Hi," both replied.
Mark smiled at his Mom and stood up.
"Mom, this was the company I told you about before," he said, indicating to the two girls, "this is Gina and Lisa Miller."
Both girls nodded at Mrs. Renalds who nodded back in greeting.
"Of course," she said in a German accent, "sorry if I didn't come and greet you when you first arrived. I'm doing laundry. I just came in to get a drink."
The four kids nodded and watched as the older women got a glass from its proper spot and filled it up with cold water from the refrigerator. Sighing with relief, Mark began to sit down. As she turned to leave, however, something caught Mrs. Renalds' eye.
"Mark? Diana? Why are there two bowls of ice cream on the floor?" she asked, confused.
Mark froze in mid-sit while the girls simply stopped moving, Diana with her spoon in front of her mouth. Mrs. Renalds had seen Cheetahmons' and Gankomons' ice cream bowls. Nekomons' and Pegamons' were hidden on the other side of the table, the base hiding them from view.
"Uuuuuuuhhhh........." was all Mark could really say.
"They're for Oreo and Missy," Diana quickly said, "they were in here a little while ago."
Mark gave his mother a smile while Gina and Lisa said nothing at all as they waited for Mrs. Renalds response.
"Oh," she said, knowingly, "alright then, just don't give them too much like you did last time, okay?"
"Okay!" everyone said, in unison.
With a nod, Mrs. Renalds headed out of the kitchen. It was only until they heard the back door close did the girls let out a sigh of relief and Mark collapse in his chair.
"Man, that was close," Mark breathed, turning to his sister, "nice one, sis."
Diana grinned.
"What would you ever do without me?" she asked, playfully, putting the spoon carrying ice cream into her mouth.
Mark gave her a playful punch in the shoulder while Lisa asked a pretty obvious question.
"Who's Oreo and Missy?" she asked.
Diana gave her a victory smile.
"Our two, gray tabby kittens," she explained, "and we always like to give them ice cream."
Mark turned to the couch where the Digimon were hiding.
"Okay guys, the coast is clear," he called out.
Immediately, the four Digimon came trotting out from behind the couch.
"It was stuffy behind that weird rock," Gankomon commented, walking over to Gina's chair.
His Tamer gave him a smile out of amusement.
"Silly, that's a couch, not a rock," she explained to him, "people sit on it when they're tired."
Gankomon blinked at that while Pegamon shook her mane out.
"We hide behind it more than we sit on it," she stated, lowering her head to finish up her ice cream.
Mark gave a small chuckle before turning back to the girls.
"That's one of the down parts about being a Tamer," he commented, leaning back in his chair, "we always have to hide Cheetahmon and Pegamon whenever our folks are around."
Lisa shrugged at that.
"I doubt neither of our parents will be thrilled if they discovered our Digimon," she pointed out.
Mark nodded in agreement. Gina decided to continue with what she was going to say.
"Anyway, the other reason we came over was basically to ask you guys about, well, becoming a Team," she said, putting as blunt as she could.
Mark and Diana turned to her.
"A Team? What do you mean?" Diana asked.
Gina thought for a second before continuing.
"It's just that before this morning, Lisa and I thought we were the only Tamers around," she explained, "and after what happened at 'Books-A- Million' today, I'm starting to worry about Wild Digimon appearing. So, I figured that all the Tamers should meet to discuss what we need to do next. Y'know, as a Team? That's how it was on TV."
Lisa rolled her eyes.
"Sis, we just met them," she said, turning to her sister, "they may not want to-"
"Why shouldn't we?"
Lisa blinked and turned to Mark, who had spoken. He continued at her questioning gaze.
"If that Mojyamon had somehow gotten free of the fog, there would have been serious trouble," he told the short-haired brunette, "and two Digimon couldn't take him down. You guys needed four. So, I agree with what your sister says. There's strength in numbers after all."
Gina flashed her sister a grin, which made her sigh.
"You'll have to excuse my sister," Gina said to Mark and Diana, "she isn't very social with other kids."
Lisa gave her sister a look while Nekomon looked up from his ice cream.
"I agree with Cheetahmon's Tamer," he stated, flatly, "Mojyamon would have endangered people if he escaped the Digital Field. We need to unite and fight."
Diana raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, that sounds kinda catchy," she said, smiling at the rhyme, "'Unite and Fight'. Hey, that could be our motto!"
Gina looked excited upon hearing that while Lisa shook her head in defeat.
"Sis, this isn't Girl Scouts," Mark said after rolling his eyes, "this is serious. What if 'more' Wild Digimon appear?"
Gina's face suddenly grew thoughtful.
"And what if there's more Digimon Tamers like us?" she brought up.
No one said anything for the moment. Then Gankomon spoke up.
"If more Wild Digimon try and come here, I'll knock-em all flat!" he proclaimed, bringing up his fists.
Hearing that, everyone but Nekomon laughed, even Lisa.
"That's something I gotta see," Diana said, calming down.
Gina shrugged.
"Hey, he beat Mojyamon didn't he?" she asked.
"He had been weakened to begin with," Nekomon stated.
Gankomon shot the red lion cub a look.
"Who asked you?!" he snapped, causing more laughs.
"Well, at least we have comic relief down pat," Diana said.
Gina nodded, still grinning from her partners' outburst.
"Yeah," she agreed, "definitely."
Lisa sighed as she finished up her ice cream.
(Well, so long normal life,) she thought, grumpily.
Mark shook his head out of pure disbelief. This was happening. It was really happening! They were a Team! Just like in the TV show!
(This is SO cool!) he thought with a wide grin
J&P Auto's – Midnight
After the new team of Tamers had settled on the notion that they would stick together and keep an eye out for Wild Digimon, the Miller sisters returned home with their partners. Thankfully, their mother was so busy with her friends, she had forgotten to call the house Gina told her they'd be staying at to see how they were. And that was a relief. After that, the day for the four Tamers went by like a regular afternoon: the kids mingled with family while the Digimon hid in their partners' rooms, eating snacks that the kids brought them, and sharing dinner. All and all, the day went by smoothly for the four Tamers and their partners, and all eight were ready for a good nights' rest.
But for another pair, that night at midnight was when things livened up.
J&P Auto's on 3721 SE Maricamp Rd was closed at that hour. The small, short rectangular building was sitting on the right hand side of the road, a dirt road leading up to it, and a line of multiple vehicles on the beige buildings' left and right, held in by a simple wire fence. To its left was a giant billboard advertising something about 'Persistence' while on the right side, a few feet away, was a Baptist Church that was almost hidden by the trees around and behind it. It was an Auto Dealer that was obviously a little old and it was lucky if someone stopped by every week. But it stayed open and it was only a ways away from the Miller house.
And it was about to get an unwanted customer.
Without any real warning, a beam of light shot up from the ground, at the very edge of the dirt road entrance. From the base of the pillar of light, circular waves of purple energy spread out from it, though they caused no damage to what they passed over. Within minutes, a strange mist began to spread from the light. By the time the light had faded away, a magenta- colored fog had covered the line of cars in front of the Dealers, as well as a small fraction of the street. Being midnight, hardly anyone was out to witness this strange sight. Except for one person who had just ridden up on a jet black bicycle and a shadowy figure that suddenly appeared on the nearest tree.
Digital Field – Two minutes after midnight
Within the bright, pinkish mist, between the small part of the road that got stuck it the fog and the line of cars, something emerged. It was 5' 11" tall and walked on two, knee-bent legs. Its skin was a very dark shade of green, so dark it was nearly black. Its body was covered with fiery red armor. Its feet bore two-toed fiery armor, as did its hands, although they had multiple points around the side rather than fingers. It wore a red, yellow-lined mask with two horns, the same color as its skin, sticking out from behind the mask, while vertical red mandibles poked out of the mouth area and dark eyes gazed around, cautiously. But the eye-catching feature on the strange creature was two butterfly-like wings on its back colored red, yellow, and orange. It was currently observing its surroundings and was making a low growling noise at the sight of the cars and trucks to its left. Then, the sound of footsteps reached its ears as it looked in front of it in time to see a figure in black emerge from the fog.
It was a boy. He looked around age 12 with fair skin and jet-black hair that was in a low ponytail, stopping between his shoulder blades. He was wearing a black jacket over a dark blue shirt with blue denim jeans and black boots. He was gazing at the strange creature, violet-lined shades over his eyes. After examining it for a while, the boy casually reached up, and removed his sunglasses. His dark blue eyes narrowed as the creature before him let out a grunt of disdain.
"Looks like we might have a challenge tonight," the boy said with a calm, mature voice.
Suddenly, a dark form materialized besides him. It was a half a foot taller than the boy, stood on two legs, and was fox-like in appearance. To be blunt, it looked exactly like Renamon from 'Digimon: Season 3', only there were some obvious differences. Instead of having bright yellow fur, this one had dark fur that looked black, until a step into the light revealed that it was actually dark violet. The fur in front, as well as the point at the end of its tail, was a silver color, as was the puff of fur on its chest. It had three fingers and paw-like toes with a black claw on the tip of each. On its arms were gloves, like Renamon's, only these were azure blue and, instead of bearing a yin yang on the backs, they bore an eye with a violet iris. The symbols on its thighs were like Renamon's, only blue and were vertical in direction. The tips of its pointed ears were silver and, instead of Renamon's sapphire blue eyes, this one had garnet red eyes. Lastly, on its forehead was the drawn symbol of an eye, many shades lighter than its fur.
The boy wasn't startled at all by the sudden appearance of the humanoid fox. He gave it a sideways glance, eyes impassive, watching as it calmly looked over what would be its prey. When the boy saw the fox's eyes lock onto the creature, he reached with his left hand to his right side, and pulled out a D-Arc with a dark purple ring and strap. He held it up and watched as a holographic, blue circle automatically popped out of the square screen within the ring with the beasts' picture. Along with the picture was information to go with it.
Shadramon
Level: Armor
Type: Insectoid Digimon
Attribute: Virus
Attack(s): Flash Buster, Psychic Wave
Information: 'A very aggressive Digimon that lives in tropical forests and desert areas. Very territorial.'
With that, the hologram was sucked back into the screen. The boy lowered his violet and silver D-Arc and looked back at the now identified Digimon, Shadramon.
"In that case," he said in a casual tone, "we'd better get started. Don't want to make it wait for us."
The Shadramon slowly stepped forward, its masked face turned to the human boy in front of it, and it narrowed its dark eyes in a threatening manner. The boy narrowed his blue eyes once more and flicked them to his right, at the dark violet Renamon.
"Kagemon?" he muttered, both quietly and expectantly.
The fox nodded slightly and said only three words in a deep, masculine voice.
"I'm on it."
Then, in the blink of an eye, the humanoid fox, Kagemon, dashed forward, legs hitting the ground almost too fast to see. The Shadramon hardly had time to blink as the dark violet fox slammed into its chest, elbow first. The Shadramon let out a growl as it was forced back, but quickly braced itself to a stop. It let out a hiss-like roar at its attacker and thrust its left, armored claw at the fox's face. Kagemon did an impressive back- flip to evade the thrust, rebounded with his clawed hands, and pushed himself feet first at his opponent, both feet/paws impacting with its stomach. The Shadramon wasn't prepared for that move; it lost its balance and fell backwards. Kagemon flipped onto his hind legs and watched as the fire-armored Digimon struggled to stand. A ways behind him, the boy gave the fallen Digimon a smirk.
"Having problems?" he drawled, folding his arms.
The Shadramon bolted upright and narrowed its black eyes at the boy and then at Kagemon. With a couple flaps of its wings, it went from being on the ground, to being in the air in seconds. It glared down at both the boy and Kagemon, who now had assumed a fighting stance.
"Insolent human! And you!" it snapped, in a growl-like male voice, eyes fixing again on Kagemon, "you ally yourself with this human?! Traitor!" Shadramon spread it/his wings wide and they instantly began to glow a yellow-white color. "Psychic Wave!"
Without any warning, except for Shadramon's echoing voice, circles of light began to ripple from the fire insects wings, and headed straight for Kagemon. The dark fox narrowed his garnet eyes as the rings began to head in his direction. In one fluid motion, Kagemon flipped backwards just as the rings struck the area where he had been standing. Because it was technically an attack meant for the mind, the light didn't disturb the ground. Kagemon watched the rings vanish into the soil, lowering his ears in boredom. His opponent noticed this action and his anger begin to rise.
"Rrrrrrrrrrr!" Shadramon growled, before shooting down towards the fox.
Kagemon tensed and drew back his right claw before leaping up to meet the Armor Digimon. As they closed the distance between each other, Kagemon's claws on his right hand began to glow an indigo shade. Shadramon noticed this, but by then, it was too late.
"Hyper Claw!" Kagemon cried, slashing forward with his glowing claws.
Shadramon didn't react in time and the claws ripped through the armor on his chest and forced him back onto the ground, landing on his back again with a loud thud. Kagemon nimbly landed on his feet, regarding his opponent with cold eyes.
"Was that it?" he demanded suddenly, sounding upset, "was that your best? How disappointing. I expected much better from a higher level Digimon."
Shadramon didn't like this retort at all and with a snarl he rose from the ground, eyes fixed on Kagemon.
"I'm not finished with you yet!" he snapped, drawing back his right fist, "I'll make you beg for mercy, traitor!"
The fist that Shadramon had drawn back was starting to glow a fiery orange, with embers gathering around the sides. Aiming for his assailant, Shadramon let the attack loose.
"Flash Buster!"
He thrust his glowing fist outward, causing a ball of orange fire the size of a basketball to go flying through the air, heading straight for Kagemon. The fox wasted no time. A swift as all of his other movements, he leapt into the air, did a front-flip over the fireball, and landed as the fireball continued towards the Auto Dealer building. It slammed straight into a green 'Ford Explorer' that was parked right in the line of cars, hitting and burning its trunk, scattering glass from the back windows everywhere. The boy frowned slightly and stepped back a bit to avoid stray bits of glass. He shot a look at his partner.
"Watch it, Kagemon!" he snapped, "let's 'try' not to trash the area this time."
The fox merely gave his Tamer a simple nod before dodging another fireball, this one hitting the ground, and making a rather noticeable crater. He landed to the right of Shadramon, but soon had too dodge again as the armored insectoid drew back his arm, charged his fist, and then released another fireball, this one almost hitting the road. As Kagemon landed, he tried to run at his opponent from the front. But Shadramon quickly charged his fist for another attack and released a fireball right in front of Kagemon, sending him flying backwards. But the fox recovered in midair and flipped onto his feet. He glared at Shadramon who glared back with defiance. Then the tall rookie gave his partner a glance.
"Connor?" he asked, expectantly.
The boy only nodded and, with his right hand, reached across to his let side, and unfastened the clasp of his Card Holder. He quickly pulled out a card and looked down at it. On it was a red disk with an 'A' on the top right side. Bringing his D-Arc horizontally in front of his face and using his pointer and index fingers, the boy slid the card through the slot. Light shot out of the slot as the card's information was scanned.
"Card Slash!" he cried, whipping his right hand to the side, taking the card with him, "Speed Activate!"
Kagemon was surrounded by a brief purple aura before he suddenly burst forward in a low run.
"Fool! Don't you ever learn?" Shadramon mocked, drawing back his arm, "Flash Buster!"
The fireball sailed at Kagemon, but the fox was too fast for it this time. He darted under the fireball and delivered a fierce roundhouse kick to Shadramon's face. With a surprised roar, the Armor Digimon stumbled back, but before he could even get his balance, Kagemon rushed him again, kneeing him in the gut.
"Gaaaaah!" cried Shadramon, flying back a few feet before crashing to the ground.
Kagemon relaxed from his fighting position and folded his arms, almost like how ninjas do.
"Who's begging for mercy now?" he asked, coolly.
With eyes that had practically become black fire, the Shadramon reared up, and, with a powerful flap of his wings, charged at Kagemon with his left arm drawn back. But Kagemon had other ideas. He leapt up into the air, drew in his knees, and folded his arms across his silver-furred chest. Curled into a ball, he flipped backwards, and, as soon as his face was facing forward, shifted his arms into a folded position with his legs still tucked in. A soft fuchsia light expanded outwards in a circle between the area where his arms met. Kagemon fixed his eyes on the advancing Digimon as he released the finishing blow.
"Needle Rain!"
Quite suddenly, he whipped his arms out to the sides, causing the fuchsia light to darken and contract into a dark lavender sphere that was the size of a volleyball. As soon as the sphere had formed, Kagemon brought his hands back, and held them, parallel, on either side of the sphere, while he extended his legs and spread them into what appeared to be a midair standing position. All this seemed to happen in one fluid movement. The minute his hands came to a stop near the sphere, the ball of lavender light pulsed for a second before releasing a squall of multiple, pin-thin needles of purple energy that flew at Shadramon.
The Armor Digimon was still in mid-leap and unfortunately couldn't stop in time. The hapless Digimon let out a pain-filled cry as the thousands of needles struck and penetrated his armor, delivering multiple damage all over his exhausted body. Within seconds, Shadramon's body began to break up into small particles of red data. As they did so, Kagemon, who was still in midair, spread his arms out again as a dark purple aura surrounded him. Almost like a magnet, the data particles began to be drawn in towards the aura, turning blue as they did so. As the particles of data were absorbed into the humanoid fox's body, his Tamer watched him with a cruel smirk.
"That's right, Kagemon," he whispered, "download all of the data. Make sure you get it all. Pretty soon, we'll become so strong, we'll be unstoppable."
Somewhere down Gina and Lisa's street, on the left hand side – 15 min. after midnight
Sleepily, Jonathan cracked an eye open at the sound of a low growl. Sitting up in a slouched, drowsy position, he fumbled on his nightstand until he located his round-square glasses. Putting them on, he turned around towards the sound of the growl, and immediately found the source. In the darkness, he could just barely make out the shape of a furry figure staring outside of his bedroom window, snarling.
"What's wrong, Inumon?" the sleepy, yet curious boy asked the figure.
The furry figure stopped growling and turned to the boy with narrow, violet eyes.
"I dunno," it admitted in a masculine whisper, "I thought I felt something."
Jonathan raised a weary eyebrow at his partner before gazing out the window for a while before turning back to him.
"It was probably just a bad dream," he reassured, taking his glasses off, and putting them back on the nightstand, "it's too late at night to dwell on it, though. I say we discuss it in the morning."
The small, furry creature nodded as it trotted over to the foot of his Tamers' bed. By the time Jonathans' head touched the pillow, he fell asleep instantly.
Pronouncing and Meaning
Shah-drah-mon – Sha- is short for 'shadow' and dra- is short for 'dragon'.
Kah-geh-mon – 'Kage' is Japanese for 'shadow'.
In-new-mon – 'Inu' is Japanese for 'dog'.
Geez! It took forever to write that! Not only did school get in the way, but I've also had writers block. What can I say? My mind can't handle work and creativity at the same time. Anyway, I hope this fic was good enough for everyone, I think it came out as I wanted...I hope. Anyway, the Miller sisters and the Renalds kids have become a team, but who are these two other boys with Digimon? You'll have to tune in next time to find out.