Koujimon - Chapter 1
Curse of Humanity

Author's note : Dispite it being in set in year 2000, this is suppose to
have a very futuristic setting. You know with all the inventions and
technology. I simply chose the 2004 year for the purpose of having the
Digimon tv show on tv. I origianlly set the year to 3494 (or something
around that) and then realized that digimon wouldn't even be on tv the
(well, duh). And since the showing of Digimon on tv is crucial to this story, I decided to just take all the stuff from the future and put it in 2004. Well anyway just wanted to clear confusion, I hope I didn't make any
o.0 please enjoy and review!

Hello my name is Masaki Kouji. I guess you could say I was never really a normal kid. I was unlike all the others. I had difficulty in almost everything. I was hated. I wasn't smart, good looking, or even athletic. I hated going to school. Ever since I was little I knew people hated me. My parents thought I was a curse to them; a plege from God Himself, punishing them for something unknown. They never told me exactly what they did, but often they would refer to their "forbidden love and sacrifice."
They mentioned that when I was born there was something that I did. Something horrible and I that I should be eternally punished. I have no idea what I did, but I am truely sorry for whatever it was. How can they blame me for something I don't know about? When I was born it was year 2004, I was born in Tokyo, Japan, and everyone, but me, knows what happened! Am I really such a demon? I don't even know what I did, and yet I feel remorce and sorrow... It feels like I did something terrible, but... well...
Anyway there's nothing about me that looks different, well, except for my eyes. They are regular brown and such, but people see something when they look at them. It scares them. They say I have the eyes of a demon! Sure my eyes look a little bit different, but their nothing to be afreid of! I'm nothing to be afraid of...
Ever since my first day of school I knew I was different. Not only in intelligence and social skills, but I had one thing they didn't... I felt it. Growing inside of me. I never realized what it was though until I became 12. Oh boy, was it hell that year in school. That's when things got unbearably, miserbly, untalorable. Kids often beat me up. Teachers hated me and dispite their good reputation they did horrible, unimaginable things to me. I couldn't tell anyone about this... No one would listen! I had no friends, my parents of course wouldn't care (they would think I deserved it), and law officials wouldn't believe me because I had no proof.

I remember when I very around 9 or so I had a brother (he was around 17). He would babysit me when my parents were gone. I don't know what happened to him though. All I remeber was that he was watching me one night and the next morning he vanished! I was too little to remember the details, but I felt horrible, guilty for some reason. My parents were furious with me! They thought I did something too him. And since the body was missing they demanded I show them where it was. I was so scared! How could they accuse me? I was only a 9 year old.. When the police arrived they suspected me too, saying stuff like "We should've know you do something like this!" and "We should have killed you when you were born! We should have know you commit murder. What you did at the hospital the day of your birth should have proved you were devil's spawn! What's next!?" Later that day they found portions of the body in several places. In my room, the bath room, my parents wardrobe, and the oven. They decided to take and examin me down at the jail. I pleaded, but it wasn't good enough. When I got there I was stripped, examined everywhere for mutations or growths (they thought they would find horns or a tail). I was cold, embarrased, I really felt like and animal now... and yet, that was still not enough. They X-rayed me. When they X-rayed my stomach they grew silent. They were shocked by something. I find out later that for some reason there were portions of my brother's body in my stomach. How did that happen!! I felt sick I instantly threw up, which was gross. It was a mixture of Crap'N Crunch, pieces of chewed internal organs and a whole mess of blood.

I don't remeber much after that day execpt now I lived in a new room at my house. My parents cleaned out the basement and moved my stuff (I didn't have much a bed and well that's all I had...). I sat down there forever only leaving to go to school. They opened the door slightly to drop a container of food. It was usually the same thing sandwiches and lukewarm tomatoe soup. It horribly unsanitary. I couldn't even leave to go to the bathroom. In those situations I made do with what I had. And what I had was bucket and a window...
One day as I woke up I remebered that that day was special. It was my birthday! I was 12. Of course I got no presents on my birthday so I quietly got dressed for school. School was always horrible. It did mean I get out of that room, but here I was tortured. Not just by the kids, but by the teachers, which was far worse. I always made failing grades. I just didn't care to. I doubt the teachers would give me any even if I did do good though. I remember I always had the taste of blood in my mouth. Everyone hit me all the time. One day I remembered was so gruesome. That day a group of boys in my class dragged me to the boys' bathroom. Usually I avoid it at all cost because I knew what would happen if I went in there. I knew oh so well that they would do horrible thing in the privacy of the bathroom. And that day all my fears came into reality. Four them. They all ganged up on me, dragged me in there, and the torture began. They thought it was so much fun... Then it started happening on occaisions then it was scheduled... Now I really hated school.
One day after coming home from school, from the attacks, and above all the teachers (who were even worse then the group of boys) that I was greeted with something good. I went to my room and saw that now there was a small tv in there. I stared at it curiously and turned it on. I was astonished! Later my mom came in and told me that they decided to get me one because of some bull shit reason. I knew what the real reason was though. They realized with me up here alone, doing nothing, that my something would grow. And they thought I would started doing my "evil." I didn't care though. They could think what they liked. I was happy because now I had something to do!
I watched and watched and became very interested in a paticular show called Digimon. I watched it over and over, everytime it came on. My favorite were the Tamers. I so longed to be one. I idolized them. I really scared myself sometimes. It started seeming that I was becoming one. I really became obsessed and that became a problem at school. People hated me worse.
All of my papers had digimon drawn on them. I even created my own digimon. I learned all the details about all the digimon and it became a part of my life. The only thing I enjoyed. At school when we were required to use computers I played digimon games. I stored and collected digimon data and using the technology we had to create A.I, I made a digimon. I started making even more digimon. I soon longed to be with them, to be them. The teachers had to rip me from the chair and out of the room because I would stay all day in there. It didn't feel like I was a Tamer, it felt more like I was digimon strange enough. I didn't want to help them digivolve anymore, I wanted to digivolve. It was like I was turning into some beast. Everyone noticed it too.
One day after my scheduled attacks (which this time were horribly, unbarable) I ran. I ran toward the computer room, crying my eyes out. I left my clothes in the bathroom. This was the one time I actully escaped. I didn't care that I was running down a hall in a japanese school naked. I was free, running, crying, breathing hard. I smashed through stuff and was wild and crazy like an animal. Something was calling me. I was never this strong. I was very masculine now. Swelling and furious with rage. I (or more likely "it" at this time) didn't feel like myself. As I ran down the hall toward the computer room I saw the reflection on the glass doors. My eyes... They were as if I had the eyes of a wolf. They were blood red, and full of rage. My muscles where bigger. I noticed while I was running, I was hunched over. My hands were huge, my legs were huge, my arms, chest, and groin areas we enormous. I knew now that this was that something inside of me. A power, a form like no other. It took all this time for it to finally show itself. I quickly rushed to the computer room. The iresistible urge of longing to be a digimon was building. As I neared, there was a strange, blue glow coming from the room. I walked in side and in the far back a computer monitor was on. Infront was a huge portal! In side of that was mixture of swirling colors. Instantly I raced toward it! I just knew I had to enter what ever dimension it would lead me too. I knew this would lead me to the Digital World. Unlike the others I didn't need a digivice. I don't know why, maybe it was because in this form I am a digimon and I have the power to open portals? I don't know, all I knew was that this is where I needed to be. I made it through and I felt myself falling. Faster and faster I fell. I felt myself turn back into the weak, skinny kid I was. Then a loud crashing sound came. I then lay motionless on what seemed like grass. I felt warmth on my whole body and decided to rest. I couldn't move because I was so drained. As I laid there I heard footsteps. Something walking up to me. I wish I could have looked, but then I fell unconscious...

End of Chapter 1

Next chapter: The Adventure Begins