A/N: Today, I shall accomplish what few have had the nerve to do........
Drake: Become a Calumon basher? *gets fried by readers*
Disclaimer: Is there any doubt in anyone's minds? Anyone? I'm sure this wouldn't exactly be on this site if I owned Digimon. Or Yu-Gi-Oh!.
Yami Alpha: Chapter starts..................now!
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The remnants of File City suggested it had once thrived greatly. There were many interesting establishments, including an arena, a restaraunt, a large store, and a clinic / hospital.
However, even these were abandoned and damaged hopelessly beyond repair. The city was indeed a collection of remnants.
"What...... happened here?" Seto asked, breathless.
"Something bad, duh. Thousands of years ago, though. It's nothing to worry about." Dracomon said tartly.
"That doesn't stop it from being disgusting." Shayla said weakly. A small pre-school building was in ruins on the ground next to the hospital.
"Did it really happen so long ago?" Kotemon asked the still air, bowing in respect for any of the fallen.
Yugi trudged past a split stone fountain. "Hey, guys, there's a small meadow over here! I think there are some Digimon living near here!"
The group quickly entered, and were stopped by a small Digimon that looked like it was an orange ball of fuzz, except for the long horn coming from it's head, and the eyes.
"Hey, lookit, humans!" He cried shrilly.
"Really, Tsunomon?" Asked a small, ghost-like Digimon with an innocent face.
"Really, Poyomon, I remember them from the picture books! I don't see the things on their heads, though."
"Children, what's all the ruckus?" Came a much older voice from inside a house made of what looked like cardboard boxes and garbage cans.
What emerged was about Yugi's height, and looked to be made entirely out of yellow fur except for it's white hair and bear, which covered the rest of it. It held a long cane with a hidden paw, and the cane's end was shaped like a claw.
"Ah, yes, the new Digidestined. I assume you've been told to come here for the next step of your destiny?"
"Er, basically, yes." Drake nodded.
"Heh, my name is Jijimon. And I'll help you, after you earn it!"
Seeing the group's shocked looks, he added," what, you think that all old geezers like me are naturally helpful? Com'on, that's stereo-typing!"
"*sigh* What do we hafta do?" Joey asked.
"Our harvest is ready, and we're short of work this year, so we're behind."
"Sir," Kotemon said suddenly," I heard that one of the Master Trainers lives in this area. I know you need our help, but-"
"Anyone wishing to train in the Green Gym may do so." Jijimon inturrupted. Kotemon bowed in thanks, and entered the area Jijimon directed him to.
Renamon and Flamedramon nodded to each other, and quickly followed. Seto dragged his partner by the wing.
"You may irritate me beyond belief, but as your partner I have a responsibilty to strengthen you, and I'm going to do it!" Seto said over the protests.
Demidevimon stared, then smiled. Maybe he had judged his partner to soon.
"Plus, it spares us from any menial labor." Seto added, grinning devilishly. The smaller devil grinned, too.
Dracomon, of course, was already there. This left Yugi, Drake, Shayla, Joey, Roan, and Chincillamon to tend to the crops.
"If this is loyalty," Drake growled," I'm glad they haven't betrayed us."
"Aw, lighten up, it'll be fun!" Chincillamon said confidently." Those guys are all just lazy."
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Around the same time Chincillamon said those words, Kotemon had started rapidly bashing a large punching bag with his fists.
Seto looked around. Though he didn't know anything about Digimon training, he supposed some of the techniques made sense. What didn't make sense was that the Master Trainer was a small, pink, floppy-eared creature called Koromon.
Flamedramon was running laps through the city, and Renamon was meditating under a humongous waterfall. Dracomon was pushing a ver, very, VERY large boulder against a cliff twice as big, and any passerby would swear he was trying to make the cliff give in first.
Kaiba groaned as Demidevimon throguh a Dart into a large punchinhg glove machine, frustrated and full of bruises.
"Defense and speed training my tail feathers! And I don't even HAVE tail feathers!" Demidevimon sneered.
Kaiba looked at the blackboard in the middle of the area. "Brain training. Teach the trainee anything about any subject, and their battle strategy and magical abilities increase."
He grabbed his now confused partner, and started drawing with a piece of chalk, an evil grin on his face." Today's subject, Demidevimon, is the vast superiority of those who use Blue-eyed Dragons......"
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A few hours later, the entire group [humans, minus Seto, and Chincillamon sweaty] sat around the table in Jijimom's house.
"Now, I suppose that I'll tell it to you all, while you're clearing the table of any organic substances." He said, pulling a small poster up. It showed several small, colored tabs.
"These, my friends, are called crests. They were originally invented to help the old Digidestineds to save the world, but they've been scattered across the land. These items give your Digimon the power to digivolve past their natural limits with ease, and, in your case, I suppose, the knowledge of what card is needed to Digivolve them to that form."
"Gool. Ub, hat if wed on't hab da cad?" Joey blabbed through a mouth of steak.
"If you don't have the right card, well, I guess we're screwed." Jijimon chuckled as they all stared." The crests each symbolize a trait, usually an emotion. They'll react to the person who naturally exhibits that trait the most."
"So, we just have to act ourselves? Finally, something that invloves being normal." Shayla sighed, though she was a bit worried about what that meant for Drake and Seto.
"Now, before I kick the lotta you out've my house, there's one more thing that needs to be done. Tell me, who do you all imagine to be your leader?"
Out of instinct, Seto made to stand, but was restrained by Roan and Shayla. The rest of them looked between Drake and Yugi, who both pointed to each other.
"I've said this before, I CAN'T be a leader!" Drake said, scared.
"I know I can duel with the best of them, but only with Yami! And that doesn't even apply to this!" Yugi cried.
"Whatdya' talkin bout, Drake?" Joey asked." You can lead. Have you seen old Mant around? No, but if you did, he probably wouldn't have the stomach to look atcha', literally!"
"As much as I hate to admit it, Yugi, you and Yami are better leaders than I cam be." Seto grumbled. His own form of honor held him back: He couldn't get Roan off without causing Shayla pain, as well.
"Then it's settled!" Jijimon said hapily, throwing two bundles to the proclamed leaders. Drake's was red, and Yugi's blue.
"What're these for?" Drake asked curiously.
"They're tradition. All leaders of the Digidestined wear these, or else it's just not right!"
"Okay, now I'm GLAD I'm not a leader!" Seto chuckled." Tough luck...."
The next word was etched into Drake and Yugi's poor minds forever.
"Goggleheads."
Tommy: *snorts, snickers* Man, I can't even comment on that! Just stay tuned for the next Digimon, Digital Monsters! *laughs*
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A/N: Alpha cannot write this AN, because he's currently being chased around the US by a pair of angry heroes. Please review, and, as always, stay tuned.
Drake: Become a Calumon basher? *gets fried by readers*
Disclaimer: Is there any doubt in anyone's minds? Anyone? I'm sure this wouldn't exactly be on this site if I owned Digimon. Or Yu-Gi-Oh!.
Yami Alpha: Chapter starts..................now!
**************************************************************
The remnants of File City suggested it had once thrived greatly. There were many interesting establishments, including an arena, a restaraunt, a large store, and a clinic / hospital.
However, even these were abandoned and damaged hopelessly beyond repair. The city was indeed a collection of remnants.
"What...... happened here?" Seto asked, breathless.
"Something bad, duh. Thousands of years ago, though. It's nothing to worry about." Dracomon said tartly.
"That doesn't stop it from being disgusting." Shayla said weakly. A small pre-school building was in ruins on the ground next to the hospital.
"Did it really happen so long ago?" Kotemon asked the still air, bowing in respect for any of the fallen.
Yugi trudged past a split stone fountain. "Hey, guys, there's a small meadow over here! I think there are some Digimon living near here!"
The group quickly entered, and were stopped by a small Digimon that looked like it was an orange ball of fuzz, except for the long horn coming from it's head, and the eyes.
"Hey, lookit, humans!" He cried shrilly.
"Really, Tsunomon?" Asked a small, ghost-like Digimon with an innocent face.
"Really, Poyomon, I remember them from the picture books! I don't see the things on their heads, though."
"Children, what's all the ruckus?" Came a much older voice from inside a house made of what looked like cardboard boxes and garbage cans.
What emerged was about Yugi's height, and looked to be made entirely out of yellow fur except for it's white hair and bear, which covered the rest of it. It held a long cane with a hidden paw, and the cane's end was shaped like a claw.
"Ah, yes, the new Digidestined. I assume you've been told to come here for the next step of your destiny?"
"Er, basically, yes." Drake nodded.
"Heh, my name is Jijimon. And I'll help you, after you earn it!"
Seeing the group's shocked looks, he added," what, you think that all old geezers like me are naturally helpful? Com'on, that's stereo-typing!"
"*sigh* What do we hafta do?" Joey asked.
"Our harvest is ready, and we're short of work this year, so we're behind."
"Sir," Kotemon said suddenly," I heard that one of the Master Trainers lives in this area. I know you need our help, but-"
"Anyone wishing to train in the Green Gym may do so." Jijimon inturrupted. Kotemon bowed in thanks, and entered the area Jijimon directed him to.
Renamon and Flamedramon nodded to each other, and quickly followed. Seto dragged his partner by the wing.
"You may irritate me beyond belief, but as your partner I have a responsibilty to strengthen you, and I'm going to do it!" Seto said over the protests.
Demidevimon stared, then smiled. Maybe he had judged his partner to soon.
"Plus, it spares us from any menial labor." Seto added, grinning devilishly. The smaller devil grinned, too.
Dracomon, of course, was already there. This left Yugi, Drake, Shayla, Joey, Roan, and Chincillamon to tend to the crops.
"If this is loyalty," Drake growled," I'm glad they haven't betrayed us."
"Aw, lighten up, it'll be fun!" Chincillamon said confidently." Those guys are all just lazy."
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Around the same time Chincillamon said those words, Kotemon had started rapidly bashing a large punching bag with his fists.
Seto looked around. Though he didn't know anything about Digimon training, he supposed some of the techniques made sense. What didn't make sense was that the Master Trainer was a small, pink, floppy-eared creature called Koromon.
Flamedramon was running laps through the city, and Renamon was meditating under a humongous waterfall. Dracomon was pushing a ver, very, VERY large boulder against a cliff twice as big, and any passerby would swear he was trying to make the cliff give in first.
Kaiba groaned as Demidevimon throguh a Dart into a large punchinhg glove machine, frustrated and full of bruises.
"Defense and speed training my tail feathers! And I don't even HAVE tail feathers!" Demidevimon sneered.
Kaiba looked at the blackboard in the middle of the area. "Brain training. Teach the trainee anything about any subject, and their battle strategy and magical abilities increase."
He grabbed his now confused partner, and started drawing with a piece of chalk, an evil grin on his face." Today's subject, Demidevimon, is the vast superiority of those who use Blue-eyed Dragons......"
**************************************************************
A few hours later, the entire group [humans, minus Seto, and Chincillamon sweaty] sat around the table in Jijimom's house.
"Now, I suppose that I'll tell it to you all, while you're clearing the table of any organic substances." He said, pulling a small poster up. It showed several small, colored tabs.
"These, my friends, are called crests. They were originally invented to help the old Digidestineds to save the world, but they've been scattered across the land. These items give your Digimon the power to digivolve past their natural limits with ease, and, in your case, I suppose, the knowledge of what card is needed to Digivolve them to that form."
"Gool. Ub, hat if wed on't hab da cad?" Joey blabbed through a mouth of steak.
"If you don't have the right card, well, I guess we're screwed." Jijimon chuckled as they all stared." The crests each symbolize a trait, usually an emotion. They'll react to the person who naturally exhibits that trait the most."
"So, we just have to act ourselves? Finally, something that invloves being normal." Shayla sighed, though she was a bit worried about what that meant for Drake and Seto.
"Now, before I kick the lotta you out've my house, there's one more thing that needs to be done. Tell me, who do you all imagine to be your leader?"
Out of instinct, Seto made to stand, but was restrained by Roan and Shayla. The rest of them looked between Drake and Yugi, who both pointed to each other.
"I've said this before, I CAN'T be a leader!" Drake said, scared.
"I know I can duel with the best of them, but only with Yami! And that doesn't even apply to this!" Yugi cried.
"Whatdya' talkin bout, Drake?" Joey asked." You can lead. Have you seen old Mant around? No, but if you did, he probably wouldn't have the stomach to look atcha', literally!"
"As much as I hate to admit it, Yugi, you and Yami are better leaders than I cam be." Seto grumbled. His own form of honor held him back: He couldn't get Roan off without causing Shayla pain, as well.
"Then it's settled!" Jijimon said hapily, throwing two bundles to the proclamed leaders. Drake's was red, and Yugi's blue.
"What're these for?" Drake asked curiously.
"They're tradition. All leaders of the Digidestined wear these, or else it's just not right!"
"Okay, now I'm GLAD I'm not a leader!" Seto chuckled." Tough luck...."
The next word was etched into Drake and Yugi's poor minds forever.
"Goggleheads."
Tommy: *snorts, snickers* Man, I can't even comment on that! Just stay tuned for the next Digimon, Digital Monsters! *laughs*
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A/N: Alpha cannot write this AN, because he's currently being chased around the US by a pair of angry heroes. Please review, and, as always, stay tuned.