Chapter 3

Meta City (Part 1)

The moon rolled to the top of the starry night as Renamon walked with her new friends Gabumon and Agumon. Meta City was glowing with lights aplenty and noises of all kinds.

"I've never seen the city look like this!" said Renamon.

It was true, Meta City was the city that got attacked 3 years ago and Renamon had only seen it as a little tiny town with a few people that inhabited it. But now it looked like a huge technological city.

"A lot happens in three years doesn't it," said Renamon

Gabumon answered, "Yes, it does! I haven't ever seen a city build like this so quickly, especially from a little town like it used to be."

Then Renamon asked, "So, why are we going here?"

"Well, we have to rest don' we?" said, Agumon.

Gabumon got excited. "Ahto sleep on actual beds! Can't wait!"

Soon they stopped in front of what looked like a huge metal gate covering the only spot to enter the metropolis. Next to the gate was a computer with a lit screen and a keyboard under it. Agumon went up to it.

"UhHello Mr. Computer," said Agumon.

The computer greeted in a computer girl like voice, "Greetings. Hand print identification."

Agumon placed his hand on the a picture of a hand that stood beside the talking computer.

"Name: Agumon; Digimon Name: Agumon; Criminal Record: 0," listed off the computer. It paused and then said, "Access granted. You may proceed."

The gate opened and Agumon walked through. Renamon started to walk toward the gate too but Gabumon stopped her.

"You can't enter without identifying yourself," Gabumon replied, "or you'll get shot at."

"Whatever," said Renamon in a gruff.

Renamon didn't like it when she got pushed around. Even when she was a Pokomon, whenever she got pushed or told what to do, she would get mad. Soon Gabumon put his hand on the hand plate.

The computer read, "Name: Gabumon; Digimon Name: Gabumon; Criminal Record: 1; Found sneaking bites of candy in his mouth."

Renamon looked at Gabumon and gave a soft laugh.

Gabumon got embarrassed and quickly said, "We-Well, I was hungry! Wouldn't you sneak a bite of candy from the store if you were hungry?"

Renamon gave a short laugh, "No."

The computer came on again and said, "Access granted, that is if the digimon named Gabumon promises not to steal anymore candy."

"Yeah, yeah," said Gabumon, "I promise."

The gate again opened.

"I'll wait outside the gate, Renamon," said Gabumon.

"But how do I use that?" said Renamon, pointing to the computer.

"Just put your hand on the pad, Man!" said Gabumon.

"Alright, Man!" mocked Renamon.

Gabumon waddled off and left Renamon alone.

The computer said once more, "Hand print identification, please."

Renamon put her hand down. In seconds the computer buzzed and replied, "Error #458976: Unknown Digimon; cannot find in Library Government Base Systems."

Renamon stood back, nervous of what was going on.

The computer then continued, "Contacting police headquarters."

"This is not good," said Renamon, in a nervous tone.

"Step in the platform," said the computer.

A platform appeared almost from nowhere with little lenses surrounding it.

"No. I don't want to," said Renamon in an aggravated voice.

"If the individual does not comply, then the individual will be deleted," said the computer in its usual monotone voice, but Renamon was sure if it indeed had a real voice, it would've sounded mad.

"Fine," said Renamon in a gruff and walked towards the platform.

As soon as Renamon stood on the platform, the lenses heated up and formed beams surrounding her. Renamon touched one of the beams with her finger. Her fingernail got cut through like butter. She then tried as much as she could from yelling about the cut nail that was now on her hand.

Ten minuets went by and Gabumon still was waiting for Renamon. Digimon stared at him as if he was a complete weirdo or a bum. Although they stared at him, he stared back as if to say, Hey, back off!" Agumon saw his friend still waiting near the gate and wondered way he was sitting there.

"What's up Gabumon?" said Agumon, in his high-pitched voice.

"Just waiting," replied Gabumon. "Waiting for Renamon to get here. I wonder what happened to her?" He stood up. "Doesn't take that long to put a hand on a pad and have a dumb computer say your crap."

"Yeah," said Agumon, who was curious too of why Renamon hasn't come through yet. Then he said in a lower tone, "Maybe she's gone done bad stuff like killin' someone!"

Gabumon glared at Agumon. "I don't think she's been doing stuff like that Agumon! She's too nice!"

"Yeah," fired back Agumon sarcastically, "that why she has all that ninja crud on her! Gabumon, didn't anyone tell you that ninja's are thieves that kill people for money!"

"I'm not believing you Agumon, so shut your big mouth!" yelled Gabumon.

Agumon looked up. He gasped and said, "See Gabumon!"

Gabumon looked up to see Renamon getting taken away by a huge police helicopter.

"I told ya', Man, bad news!" said Agumon. "Never listen to me do you? Never!"

"But," said Gabumon in a sad voice, "there must be some mistake. Some misunderstanding."

Meanwhile, Renamon was confined, still, in her little cage. She kept looking at her sliced fingernail, which was growing back to normal, wondering why she was kept in this little "cage". She looked around Meta City. Buildings seemed to tower like gods in this place. It was very futuristic looking. Huge LCD screens showing the weather, the time, news, and much more that she couldn't figure what it all meant. Most of the buildings looked like offices and others apartment complexes. She seen a huge place that read "Meta Mall".

"What's that?" Renamon wondered.

She looked in front of her and saw a huge black building with "Meta Police Force 1" on the side of it. The helicopter slowed down and landed on top the black building. The beams surrounding Renamon disappeared. She looked around wondering why the beams went off. She saw some Flamedramon coming toward her. Instead of a Flamedramon's usual flame-looking armor, these Flamedramon had black armor. They grabbed Renamon's arms and dragged her.

"LET GO OF ME!" yelled Renamon trying to brake free.

The Flamedramon to her left said, "Shut-up you!"

"What did I do!? I have done nothing!" yelled Renamon, in a voice lower than it was.

The Flamedramon on her right answered, "Well, all we heard from the Chief was to go get an unlisted digimon standing outside the gate and to bring that individual here."

Renamon questioned, "Unlisted? Unlisted for what?"

The Flamedramon on her left said rudely, "Where have you been? Living under a rock?"

"Mike, stop making fun of her," said the Flamedramon on her right.

"Yeah, yeah, Steve," said the Flamedramon referred as Mike.

The corridor was a navy blue, cool, and very long. Doors were about five feet apart at lease. Renamon's forceful taking came to a stop at a door saying "Chief's Office".

"Here we are," said Steve.

"Yo, Chief Dynasmon, we got that unlisted Digimon you wanted," said Mike, with a bored voice.

Renamon then heard a voice coming from the room.

"Yes, yes. Bring it here."

Mike tapped Renamon's shoulder.

"Hey, give us your weapon's before going into the Chief's office," said Mike.

Renamon took off all her weapon's and handed them to Mike and Steve.

"Man," said Mike in shock, "this chick is loaded!"

"Shut-up and let's go," said Steve annoyed.

The door opened once Steve and Mike left. A blast of cool air blasted in her face. The office was huge. It had file cabinets all over the place, a computer on the desk, a notice board full of notes, and sitting at the desk was Dynasmon. He stared at Renamon and gave a nod, his hand gesturing at the chair in front of him. Renamon walked toward the chair and sat in it, looking around more, and then she looked at Dynasmon who was looking at Renamon without any expression, although you probably couldn't tell with that helmet on him.

"Are you comfortable?" asked Dynasmon.

"Umyes," said Renamon.

Dynasmon then pushed a button and popped up a coffee pot. He poured a mug full and shoved it in front of Renamon.

"No, but thank you," said Renamon, who was wondering why she was here and why Chief Dynasmon was being nice to her.

Dynasmon then took a sip of the coffee and put it down beside him. He then clasped his hands together and leaned back in his chair. Renamon grew inpatient.

"Excuse me, but why am I here?" asked Renamon.

"You are here because you are not listed," said Dynasmon. "Those who are not listed are also considered Shadow Digimon, and we don't want any of those freaks running around."

"Renamon stood up and put her hands on the desk. "But I am not a Shadow Digimon! I don't even know what they are!"

"Don't give me that nonsense!" roared Dynasmon, pointing his finger at Renamon.

Renamon sat down, frustrated and mad. I can't tell him that I was sent three years into the future. That would make him more suspicious of me,' thought Renamon.

"Why were you carrying those weapons around?" asked Dynasmon.

"I'm a guard at the-" but Renamon stopped. If she told him that she was a guard for the Gold Temple it would've sounded weird.

"A guard where?" asked Dynasmon. "Not going to tell me?"

"You won't believe me!" warned Renamon.

"Go ahead! Say!"

The room went silent

* * *

Gabumon and Agumon went to the front desk of the police station. The entrance hall was huge! There were Digimon of all kinds there, most of them creepy looking ones that didn't look happy to be at the police station at all.

"I feel uncomfortable in here, Gabumon," said Agumon. "Let's go!"

Gabumon turned to look at his friend. "If you don't want to be here Agumon, then go, but I have to get Renamon back!"

Agumon gulped. "Fine, I'll come"

They both went up to the front desk but only to see a long line to it.

"Man!" said Gabumon, kicking the ground.

"Well, let's stand and wait in line," said Agumon.

So there they waited. It seemed like an eternity. Yelling, crying, kicking, shoving, even once in a while a blast of something or other would zoom by hitting the wall. It was a mad house of Digimon. To pass the time, Agumon whistled songs and Gabumon wrote in his diary about what was happening. Soon enough, they got up to the front desk. At the desk sat an Andromon.

"Hiya' there!" said Agumon.

"Do you need help?" said Andromon.

"Umyes, we need help," said Gabumon looking nervous. "You see, one of our friends is being held here, and we don't know why."

"Name," said Andromon pushing a button on his chest.

"UhRenamon," said Gabumon clearly.

"Could not compute," said Andromon. "There is no Uhrenamon here."

Gabumon got confused but then said, "No! Renamon!"

"Could not compute," said Andromon again. "There is no Norenamon here."

Gabumon was now getting frustrated with Andromon, with Agumon in the background laughing his head off. "Renamon!" said Gabumon angrily.

"Found," said Andromon. "She is now at Chief Dynasmon's office. She is on charge for conspiracy with the Digi-Destined. She is also an unlisted Digimon. Is that good enough for you?"

"Uh, yeah," said Gabumon. "Thanks."

They then left the crazy police station. Gabumon felt mad.

"We got to do something Agumon!" said Gabumon with determination in his eyes.

"Yeah, but what?" asked Agumon. "We got nothing to say but that she acts nice! And that's nothin' to them!"

"Man, this sucks!"

* * *

"and that's how I came here," finished Renamon.

Dynasmon, who hadn't moved since the time Renamon had started her story, was looking at Renamon with a surprised look on his face.

"I believe you, Renamon," said Dynasmon, "although I'm surprised you survived Yoshiro's attacks. Most Digimon would have got killed on the spot. You must be a great fighter."

Renamon blushed in embarrassment.

"Thanks," said Renamon looking down, trying to hide her face.

"You can go, Renamon," said Dynasmon.

He pushed a button and spoke into a microphone.

"Steve, come here and take Renamon to the Listing Room at once. See to it that she is not harmed ether. All charges on her are dropped."

Steve's voice came from the intercom. "Yes, Sir!"

"Sorry for our inconvenience," said Dynasmon.

"That's quite alright, but why do I have to be listed'?" asked Renamon

"It's a new system that the World Government has come up with. It makes sure that you're not a Shadow disguising yourself as a normal Digimon," answered Dynasmon.

"But what are Shadow Digimon?" again asked Renamon.

"Shadow Digimon are Digimon that are made from dead Digimon," said Dynasmon. "They eat the living, that's why you have to be careful when you're outside. Some people say that they are controlled by a real Digimon named DarkGatomon. She's the only Digimon that is helping the Digi-Destined. No one knows why; she just does."

The door clanked open.

"Ah, Steve is here," said Dynasmon. "Well good-bye Renamon, and good luck on your journey."

"Well thank you, Dynasmon," said Renamon, bowing her head.

Renamon then went toward Steve and they left together. Renamon was glad that she didn't get the book thrown at her for no reason, and was glad to get out of Dynasmon's room.

"So, how old are you?" Steve said out of the blue.

Renamon looked at him. "Why?"

"No reason, just wondering," answered Steve.

"I guess I would be 23," said Renamon looking at him weirdly.

"That old?" said Steve. "I thought you were younger"

Renamon laughed. "Are you hitting on me? Because you're not my type."

Steve blushed. "Wha-What? Hitting on you? Nah!"

Then they come across a room saying Listing Room and stopped in front of it. Steve opened the door to the room. The room only consisted of one chair and a huge computer with all types of wires poking out of it.

"Sit in the chair," said Steve taking out a pad that was similar to the pad outside the gate.

Renamon sat in the chair. It was really uncomfortable sitting in it. It felt like sitting between two fat metal robots that were squishing you.

"Put your hand on the pad," said Steve holding out the pad at Renamon. Renamon reached out to put her hand on the pad when Steve stopped her and said, "You need to take off your glove."

Renamon's eyes squinted. She crossed her arms and said, "I don't think so."

"Well ya' have to so do it!" demanded Steve.

Renamon hesitated, but then said, "Alright, I'll do it, but you have to close your eyes and not look! I only take my gloves off to people I love!"

"Fine," said Steve, "whatever."

Steve closed his eyes. Renamon eyed him to make sure he had his eyes closed for sure. She took her hand and waved it in front of his face.

"Are you done yet!" said Steve sounding irritated and annoyed.

"No," said Renamon, "I just making sure you had your eyes closed."

"Do it will ya'!" said Steve in a bored voice.

Renamon took off her glove and put her hand on the pad.

"Once you got your hand on there," explaining Steve, "then push that red button on the side of the pad."

Renamon pushed the button.

"Now you can put your glove on," said Steve.

Renamon put her glove back on.

"You can look now, Steve," said Renamon tugging on her glove.

Steve looked and saw Renamon still sitting there, crossed legged, her tail wagging slowly.

"Now fill out this form," said Steve, giving her a PDA.

The form was simple. All it had on it was: Name, Age, and Digimon Type. She filled it out in haste. While she was filling it out she was worried about Gabumon.

Is he still sitting there, waiting? I hope he's okay.'

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Authors Notes

I split this chapter into two parts to make it shorter to read. I like this chapter. It took me so long to write this one because I was doing other things, but now it's done. I hope you enjoyed it. Keep sending me comments. I don't even care if they're ones that say that this story sucks, just something. Please R&R.

-Carlas Lua

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