Digimon: Chaotic Future
Disclaimer: No, we don't one Digimon; the credit goes to whoever created it in the first place.
Summary: A group of ten Digi-Destines in the year 3007 wake up to find themselves in the Digital World, and are faced with the challenge of protecting the legacy of Digimon.
Author's Note: This story is created by two people, two friends. Myself and an anonymous person which shall not be named, due to her choice. Each chapter will be created by a different one of us, going in a pattern. The first chapter was created by me, the second by my friend, the third by be, the fourth by my friend, and so on and so forth...Reviews are appreciated greatly. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter One: A Group of Ten
A group of kids lay in a field in the part of the Digital World known simply as, The Field. There was about ten of them, all from around different places in the Real World, or Earth. They had all come from different places, from different countries. A couple of them lived in the same country, but in different towns, so they didn't know each other, except for the two that were twins, and the two that were siblings. All were unconscious, except for one boy, Gareck Direkof.
14 year-old Gareck was sitting, and looking around him. He had just spent several uneventful hours in a state of unconsciousness, much like the hours around him currently were in. He looked to be one of the older kids in the group of ten, only two or three looked to be about the same age, and one looked older. The rest were mostly younger than him. Direkof had grown up in Tokyo, Japan; a place that was growing more dismal and desolate everyday in the year 3007. Three World Wars had gone by, each far worse than the last. The latest World War, World War Five, had ended 14 years ago, in the same month of young Gareck's birth. England and the United States were the two world super powers, developing the latest technology and having the strongest military and intelligence services. France, China, and Japan were no longer powerful; they had fallen into large financial debt, and were no longer considered great countries.
Gareck's wavy brown hair was being ruffled in the slight wind that had picked up, and his emerald green eyes took in his surroundings, including the figures of the ten kids around him. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants that had pockets, as well as these silver armbands around his wrists. A silver chain hung from his neck with nothing suspended on it, it was just a chain. His black cross-trainer shoes added little more to his dark and foreboding look. The 14 year-old had a dark and angry personality, rarely was he ever kind to anyone, a result of growing up on the streets of Tokyo with almost nothing. Near him lay a black backpack with a few of his things. Gareck turned his eyes from looking around at the field they were in and its ring of trees, to look at those that were around him.
Not too far from Gareck Direkof were the two figures of the 12 year-old twins, Ryena and Rikui Jiranski. The two of them were from Minneapolis, Minnesota in the country known as the United States. They were the only children of one of the average, middle-class wage families. The two of them were as like as any twins could be, with their coal-black hair and crystal- blue eyes. Ryena's hair however, was straight and neat, while Rikui's was slightly-spiked. Rikui wore a plain, blue shirt and blue jeans, while his sister wore a plain green shirt and cacky pants. Ryena was a tomboy; she didn't like make-up, dresses, or anything else that most girls wore. She liked to climb trees, hang out with her brother and her guy friends, and sports. Both twins were energetic, outgoing, kind, and courageous. They also got into trouble a lot and were often referred to as 'The Trouble Twins' because of all the trouble they made and how they could usually tell what the other was thinking, a fact that unnerved many people especially when they finished each others sentences. The two twins were lying sprawled on the soft ground close to each other, unconscious. Both had their eyes shut and wore blue cross trainers, two blue backpacks were near them.
Farther away from the three children, the youngest member of the group of kids, 8 year-old Kerra Hikon began to stir. Kerra's pale-blond hair was wet, in her hometown of London, England, it had been raining. Her violet purple eyes had just begun to open as she stirred, her legs and arms, as well as the rest of her body, moving a bit as well. She wore a yellow shirt as well as a yellow pair of pants. Her yellow cross trainers were on her feet, as well as yellow socks. The girl's favorite color was yellow. Kerra was also very smart, instead of being in the third grade as someone her age should be in, she was in fifth grade, two years younger than her classmates. Near her there was a yellow backpack, which held a laptop computer inside. Kerra was proud of the fact that she was smarter than everyone else her age and most of the people that were a couple of years older than her. The girl's family was well-known and respected; one of the rich families of England and her father was one of the ones responsible for the World War 14 years ago going so well for the country of England. After a few long minutes, Kerra awoke and sat up, blinking a couple of times; she was disorientated and didn't know where she was. She looked around, trying to get her bearings, and her eyes rested among the older kids around her.
Not far away from the now-awakening Kerra Hikon lay 11 year-old Naram Gofskev. Naram was from Berlin, Germany and he has been well off in his middle-class family. Naram's eyes were a stormy grey in color, and his hair was a wintry white, not the white that comes from old age, but a natural white hair color. He wore a plain, white shirt and blue jeans. The boy was the quiet sort; he preferred to be on his own and was fairly shy around people, especially those that he didn't know all that well. Not much was known about Naram's original origin, the German family that he had lived in had adopted him when he was three years of age and nobody knew his real parents, including Naram. The boy constantly searched for them, knowing that they were still alive, and most likely looking for him as well. Near the boy there was a white backpack. The 11 year-old preferred white, saying that since white was called the abundance of color, or all the colors, that as long as he wore white, he was wearing every color. A very strange boy.
All five of them had been walking, or in the case of Kerra running, on the streets of their hometown when suddenly they had seen a white and black swirling light in the sky, and had been transported here, unconscious. Kerra's eyes went next to Gareck, the only one who was awake. "Hello," she said to him. No answer, not even an acknowledgement that the older boy had heard her. "Hello?" she said again. Still no answer, Gareck had either not heard her, or he was ignoring the girl. Kerra decided to try again, louder this time. "I SAID HELLO!" she shouted loudly, loud enough to wake up the others that were still unconscious. Naram sat bolt up right, the shout had instantly awakened him. He looked around with frightened eyes, wondering where he was. As for Rikui and Ryena the two twins, they kept on sleeping, oblivious to the fact that the youngest among them had just shouted. Still no acknowledgement from Gareck, he was lost in his own thoughts.
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Preview: Chapter Two will be known as The Other Five, and will focus on the other five members of this group of Digi-Destined.
Author's Note: Nothing really, just review on this story and keep on reading.
Disclaimer: No, we don't one Digimon; the credit goes to whoever created it in the first place.
Summary: A group of ten Digi-Destines in the year 3007 wake up to find themselves in the Digital World, and are faced with the challenge of protecting the legacy of Digimon.
Author's Note: This story is created by two people, two friends. Myself and an anonymous person which shall not be named, due to her choice. Each chapter will be created by a different one of us, going in a pattern. The first chapter was created by me, the second by my friend, the third by be, the fourth by my friend, and so on and so forth...Reviews are appreciated greatly. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter One: A Group of Ten
A group of kids lay in a field in the part of the Digital World known simply as, The Field. There was about ten of them, all from around different places in the Real World, or Earth. They had all come from different places, from different countries. A couple of them lived in the same country, but in different towns, so they didn't know each other, except for the two that were twins, and the two that were siblings. All were unconscious, except for one boy, Gareck Direkof.
14 year-old Gareck was sitting, and looking around him. He had just spent several uneventful hours in a state of unconsciousness, much like the hours around him currently were in. He looked to be one of the older kids in the group of ten, only two or three looked to be about the same age, and one looked older. The rest were mostly younger than him. Direkof had grown up in Tokyo, Japan; a place that was growing more dismal and desolate everyday in the year 3007. Three World Wars had gone by, each far worse than the last. The latest World War, World War Five, had ended 14 years ago, in the same month of young Gareck's birth. England and the United States were the two world super powers, developing the latest technology and having the strongest military and intelligence services. France, China, and Japan were no longer powerful; they had fallen into large financial debt, and were no longer considered great countries.
Gareck's wavy brown hair was being ruffled in the slight wind that had picked up, and his emerald green eyes took in his surroundings, including the figures of the ten kids around him. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants that had pockets, as well as these silver armbands around his wrists. A silver chain hung from his neck with nothing suspended on it, it was just a chain. His black cross-trainer shoes added little more to his dark and foreboding look. The 14 year-old had a dark and angry personality, rarely was he ever kind to anyone, a result of growing up on the streets of Tokyo with almost nothing. Near him lay a black backpack with a few of his things. Gareck turned his eyes from looking around at the field they were in and its ring of trees, to look at those that were around him.
Not too far from Gareck Direkof were the two figures of the 12 year-old twins, Ryena and Rikui Jiranski. The two of them were from Minneapolis, Minnesota in the country known as the United States. They were the only children of one of the average, middle-class wage families. The two of them were as like as any twins could be, with their coal-black hair and crystal- blue eyes. Ryena's hair however, was straight and neat, while Rikui's was slightly-spiked. Rikui wore a plain, blue shirt and blue jeans, while his sister wore a plain green shirt and cacky pants. Ryena was a tomboy; she didn't like make-up, dresses, or anything else that most girls wore. She liked to climb trees, hang out with her brother and her guy friends, and sports. Both twins were energetic, outgoing, kind, and courageous. They also got into trouble a lot and were often referred to as 'The Trouble Twins' because of all the trouble they made and how they could usually tell what the other was thinking, a fact that unnerved many people especially when they finished each others sentences. The two twins were lying sprawled on the soft ground close to each other, unconscious. Both had their eyes shut and wore blue cross trainers, two blue backpacks were near them.
Farther away from the three children, the youngest member of the group of kids, 8 year-old Kerra Hikon began to stir. Kerra's pale-blond hair was wet, in her hometown of London, England, it had been raining. Her violet purple eyes had just begun to open as she stirred, her legs and arms, as well as the rest of her body, moving a bit as well. She wore a yellow shirt as well as a yellow pair of pants. Her yellow cross trainers were on her feet, as well as yellow socks. The girl's favorite color was yellow. Kerra was also very smart, instead of being in the third grade as someone her age should be in, she was in fifth grade, two years younger than her classmates. Near her there was a yellow backpack, which held a laptop computer inside. Kerra was proud of the fact that she was smarter than everyone else her age and most of the people that were a couple of years older than her. The girl's family was well-known and respected; one of the rich families of England and her father was one of the ones responsible for the World War 14 years ago going so well for the country of England. After a few long minutes, Kerra awoke and sat up, blinking a couple of times; she was disorientated and didn't know where she was. She looked around, trying to get her bearings, and her eyes rested among the older kids around her.
Not far away from the now-awakening Kerra Hikon lay 11 year-old Naram Gofskev. Naram was from Berlin, Germany and he has been well off in his middle-class family. Naram's eyes were a stormy grey in color, and his hair was a wintry white, not the white that comes from old age, but a natural white hair color. He wore a plain, white shirt and blue jeans. The boy was the quiet sort; he preferred to be on his own and was fairly shy around people, especially those that he didn't know all that well. Not much was known about Naram's original origin, the German family that he had lived in had adopted him when he was three years of age and nobody knew his real parents, including Naram. The boy constantly searched for them, knowing that they were still alive, and most likely looking for him as well. Near the boy there was a white backpack. The 11 year-old preferred white, saying that since white was called the abundance of color, or all the colors, that as long as he wore white, he was wearing every color. A very strange boy.
All five of them had been walking, or in the case of Kerra running, on the streets of their hometown when suddenly they had seen a white and black swirling light in the sky, and had been transported here, unconscious. Kerra's eyes went next to Gareck, the only one who was awake. "Hello," she said to him. No answer, not even an acknowledgement that the older boy had heard her. "Hello?" she said again. Still no answer, Gareck had either not heard her, or he was ignoring the girl. Kerra decided to try again, louder this time. "I SAID HELLO!" she shouted loudly, loud enough to wake up the others that were still unconscious. Naram sat bolt up right, the shout had instantly awakened him. He looked around with frightened eyes, wondering where he was. As for Rikui and Ryena the two twins, they kept on sleeping, oblivious to the fact that the youngest among them had just shouted. Still no acknowledgement from Gareck, he was lost in his own thoughts.
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Preview: Chapter Two will be known as The Other Five, and will focus on the other five members of this group of Digi-Destined.
Author's Note: Nothing really, just review on this story and keep on reading.