Digimon: Chaotic Future
Disclaimer: Rikui and I do not own Digimon. If we did, do you think I'd be sitting here writing stories about it? Nope, I'd either be creating new plots and airing them...or using all the money I got from the show to own Third Watch. (MY BOSCO! Eh, don't ask)
Author's Note: Er, about the whole 'sibling' thing. I have no idea. I didn't even realize I gave them the same names. Shows how much paying attention I do. As Rikui said, this chapter primarily focuses on the villian, who I officially love. I mean, this guy ROCKS. And it's not just because he's the bad guy. Well, maybe it is. Whatever the case, I'm proud of my writing skills for his character. And as for the chapter name, well, it just seemed to fit.
Just so you know, this chapter is a lot bigger than my other one. I was on a roll when I wrote it...well, why don't you just see for yourself. Be prepared to be introduced to the newest evil dude (who hopefully won't seem too much like a certain Digimon Emperor) and the newest Digivice! It talks! And also annoys the heck out of people! YAY! Er...I'm going to shut up now.
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Chapter Four: Show Yourself
Corruption.
He loved the word and everything that came with it. He loved words like destruction, pain, suffering, sorrow, everything that meant someone, somewhere was getting hurt. He loved hurting people, loved putting them in pain, loved putting people that cared about him in pain so they could realize what he really was: evil, thick and through. There was no stopping his wrath of destruction. You couldn't. You shouldn't. You wouldn't. He made absolute sure of that.
Corruption.
It was a beautiful word, one that meant everything to him. He enjoyed using it, enjoyed knowing that he was the one behind it all. He loved watching people run around in distress, trying to undo everything that he had done to make things all messed up. It was amusing to watch; and even more amusing when the people failed and sank to the ground in agony, their hard work now non-existent because of him. It was nice, knowing he was the one that had caused all that destruction.
Corruption.
His situation right now was something he could use that word in. A whole world was laid out before him, a place absolutely ready for him to control it. He could feel in it the world's core, crying out to him, telling him to take command and reek havoc over an already ravaged land. It felt so good to be able to do that, to easily take control and make something his. He used to have toys that would let him do that...but he was too old for toys now. Now he was moving on to bigger and better things. Much better things.
Confusion.
It wasn't a word he normally liked to use, because it meant that something was going on that he didn't understand. He needed to understand everything, however, because in order for him to take control of a situation he had to know what was going on during it. If he was confused, however, it meant something was wrong, and he needed to figure out what. Because normally, he was never confused.
Confusion.
The reason for his confusion lay right in front of him. His eyes scanned the group of ten children from his position on a cliff overlooking The Field. He pulled the black object (a digivice, although he didn't know it) in his hands closer to his face, scanning the surface as if magically it would reveal what the children were doing there. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that they too didn't seem to know what they were doing; from what he could see and hear, all that was progressing from their time being together was yelling. The main 'yeller' as he decided to put it, seemed to be a girl with a baseball cap on her head. Peeling his eyes away from the scene, he glanced at the rest of The Field. The reason he knew what it was was because the object in his hands was telling him that. It had been constantly repeating 'The Field' over and over when he first got here, until he shut it up by yelling 'I KNOW!'. He hadn't expected it to work, but when it did he was relieved.
Annoyance.
His little black thing had started talking to him again. It was saying a new phrase now, but he wasn't sure what it meant. 'Digidestined' was a word that meant nothing to him, so why was his little object saying it? He shot the thing a glare before stuffing it deeply into the pocket of the black pants he was wearing. However, it continued talking. He was even more annoyed now; he could still hear it (it seemed to have gotten louder) and it was making his pocket vibrate against his leg. Not a fun feeling.
Annoyance.
He whipped the thing out of his pocket, glaring at it angrily. "Will you shut up?!" He demanded quietly, so as not to alert those kids (those still arguing kids) that he had been watching them. Instead, the thing began repeating its phrase more intently. He began to consider banging it against the cliff, but the fact that this object had been useful to him in the past (it had allowed him to enter this strange world) he decided against that course of action. However, if it didn't stop talking to him, well, he couldn't be responsible for his actions.
Relief.
The thing had stopped. He pulled it out of his pocket, trying to see if there was a mute button so he could turn it off when it started up again. He was examining the bottom of the black thing when it began repeating the same phrase. The sudden robotic noise made him drop the object on the ground. It made a small noise of protest before shouting the phrase at him. He shot a nervous glance at the group of kids, but they appeared to have taken no notice. In fact, all there was for them was chaos...and loud noises.
Annoyance.
Why wouldn't it stop?! He plucked the thing from the ground, stuffing it in his pocket, now wishing he had some cotton balls to plug his ears with. He took a final look at the group below him. From what he could see, they were going to be down there for a long time. No use worrying about them now; he could always come back later (and the sad part was, they would probably still be sitting there) to reek his destruction on them. First, he wanted to figure out who they were and what they were doing...and he could do that while destroying the rest of this world.
Oh, the possibilities.
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All he could hear were loud noises and the person they were coming from. Jamie sighed, glancing around at the group. He had no idea what any of their names were, but considering the circumstances, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. In fact, the only kid that looked worth knowing was the one person that hadn't spoken during the whole 'waking up' ordeal. He made his way over to him, plopping down next to the kid.
The white haired boy glanced at him before speaking. "Do you know where we are?" He asked. Jamie shrugged. He didn't, and wasn't sure he wanted to. It probably would be too much for his brain to handle. Wordlessly, he kid pointed to a cliff, and Jamie followed his finger to a silhouette of a person. As if realized he was being watched, the person began walking away. "Who do you think that is?" The boy asked.
Again, Jamie had to shrug. Oddly enough, he felt comfortable around this kid. Maybe because he was like him; quiet and shy. "I'm Jamie." He told the kid, holding out his hand. The kid grasped it, giving Jamie a name to call him by and a statement to laugh at.
"Naram. That girl sure does have a fiery temper..." He motioned to the girl with the baseball cap, who was yelling at a kid she called 'Frenchie' over something he had done. Jamie grinned. "These kids are pretty much all older than us." Naram pointed out. "I don't think you can count that 8 year old, she did say she was in fifth grade. We should stick together, you and me."
Suddenly, Jamie found himself thrown into a friendship. Well, he supposed it was good to have an ally around here; that way, if things got rough, he had someone to back him up through everything. Jamie nodded. If he was going to survive this world, he was going to do it with someone by his side.
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Meg was annoyed. Just who she was annoyed at she couldn't quite tell, so she settled on everybody in their whole group. There were, however, four people that topped that list: Frenchie, the little eight year old (nickname: Computer Freak), that Japanese kid, and the kid with the Tampa Bay shirt on. She hated Tampa Bay. Proudly adjusting the Yankees cap on her head, she shot a glare in Frenchie's direction.
"Who are you people, anyways?" She demanded. "Oh, I know. You're freaks." She spat the last word out angrily. She hadn't intended it to come out that way, but she was confused, annoyed, angry, lost, and when she was all those things a bitter side tended to come out. The computer freak glared at her, Tampa Bay Lover's (she hated that team! Hated it, hated it, hated it!) mouth fell open for the second time, and Frenchie did what he did best, in her opinion: annoy her even more. She had hardly been with these people for ten minutes, and already she had made an enemy. Not a bad start.
"You're no better." He stated, all snotty and French like like Meg ultimately assumed all French people were. She shot him one of her best death glares in the hopes that he would back down whimpering like a scared coward, but her wishes weren't granted. Instead, Frenchie shot her a different glare. It definitely couldn't top her death glare, though. When she showed that, she meant business. And right now, she needed to mean business.
Tampa Bay Lover's mouth didn't work properly for the next ten seconds. She counted. It flapped uselessly for a few moments (and that was really starting to get annoying) before he settled on making one sound. It wasn't even a proper word. Just a gurgle of noise trying to make sense in his throat. Well, it wasn't working on Meg. She glanced around the group to see if somebody else had understood him, and was satisfied to learn that even the computer freak was staring at the kid. Ashamed, Tampa Bay Lover lowered his head. Served him right.
For a few moments, Meg took the time to stare everyone down. It was what she did best, after all. When no one responded to her stares (were those two kids playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt?) she sighed loudly. And that was when the little creatures came and completely turned her world around. And made her more annoyed, but that's past the point.
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"Digimon. Digimon. Digimon." Dangit, the little thing had started up again. He pulled it out of his pocket, pausing for a moment to survey its features. Maybe he could figure out how to shut it off. The object in his hands was a pure, pitch black. He grinned. The color black, to him, was a symbol of evil. And that was what he was. However, there were more defining features to the thing (repeating a different phrase this time; but still, an annoying one) that would provide more scrutiny. Perhaps, if he could find a private place...
Glancing around him, he decided that this was a good a place as any. There was nobody around; at least, nobody he could see, so he plopped down on the dirt path to examine the object. Running his hand over the surface revealed three buttons: two arrows pointing to the left and right and a circle in between them. His hand hovered over the left button for a moment until he realized that there was also a screen. It had blended in nicely with the black color around it. This was certainly a strange contraption...
The shape of it, he was relieved to note, was simple. Just a square. The buttons were directly below the screen which was positioned in the middle of the square. Flipping the thing over, he ran his hands along the back for any groove. Surprisingly, his fingers ran across words. He had to peer closely to read them, and when he did, he smiled. He now had a name for the annoying object: 'Digitech 5.0'.
Now that he had discovered the general parts of his Digtech, he flipped it over again, his fingers once more hovering over the buttons. The screen was blank, but once he pressed the left one, it lit up. Surprisingly, it was now displaying the same phrase his Digitech had been repeating ever since he had stepped foot onto this path. However, he did notice there was more to this phrase. Instead of just saying 'Digimon', whatever that was, it said:
Digimon: Snimon
Exact Location Unknown
Check Grid? Y/N
Grid? He decided to press the circle. It seemed the most promising. He was rewarded instantly with a grid appearing on the screen. There were two dots on it; a black one and something that looked like a large praying mantis. The praying mantis seemed to be close to him. He wasn't sure whether or not it was something to be worried about; most likely, it was something he could control. He grinned at this thought. Controlling things; his new specialty.
Assuming that the circle was an 'okay' command, he pressed the right arrow. The screen instantly displayed a picture...of himself? Confusion instantly became his prime emotion. And he didn't like confusion. Frowning, he scanned the information closer and was surprised to realize that it revealed everything about himself. There were, however, a few things that he noticed:
Digimon: N/A
Location: Digital World
Class: Dark
Well, at least he knew where he was. But the fact that the 'Digital World' wasn't a name he was familiar with was annoying. And this class thing...what did it mean? And what was a digimon? Before he could ponder this and examine whatever other options the Digitech had to offer him, the object began screaming 'DANGER'. Danger? Danger from what? There was a snarl from somewhere above him, and suddenly he realized what the danger was from.
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Author's Note: How's THAT for a cliffhanger?! Please note that the villian may not be in Rikui's chapter because I said so. BWAHAHA!!! Er, anyways, the next chapter primarily focuses on our favorite group of ten and the little creatures that make Meg annoyed. Oh, come on, you know what they are!
Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: Rikui and I do not own Digimon. If we did, do you think I'd be sitting here writing stories about it? Nope, I'd either be creating new plots and airing them...or using all the money I got from the show to own Third Watch. (MY BOSCO! Eh, don't ask)
Author's Note: Er, about the whole 'sibling' thing. I have no idea. I didn't even realize I gave them the same names. Shows how much paying attention I do. As Rikui said, this chapter primarily focuses on the villian, who I officially love. I mean, this guy ROCKS. And it's not just because he's the bad guy. Well, maybe it is. Whatever the case, I'm proud of my writing skills for his character. And as for the chapter name, well, it just seemed to fit.
Just so you know, this chapter is a lot bigger than my other one. I was on a roll when I wrote it...well, why don't you just see for yourself. Be prepared to be introduced to the newest evil dude (who hopefully won't seem too much like a certain Digimon Emperor) and the newest Digivice! It talks! And also annoys the heck out of people! YAY! Er...I'm going to shut up now.
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Chapter Four: Show Yourself
Corruption.
He loved the word and everything that came with it. He loved words like destruction, pain, suffering, sorrow, everything that meant someone, somewhere was getting hurt. He loved hurting people, loved putting them in pain, loved putting people that cared about him in pain so they could realize what he really was: evil, thick and through. There was no stopping his wrath of destruction. You couldn't. You shouldn't. You wouldn't. He made absolute sure of that.
Corruption.
It was a beautiful word, one that meant everything to him. He enjoyed using it, enjoyed knowing that he was the one behind it all. He loved watching people run around in distress, trying to undo everything that he had done to make things all messed up. It was amusing to watch; and even more amusing when the people failed and sank to the ground in agony, their hard work now non-existent because of him. It was nice, knowing he was the one that had caused all that destruction.
Corruption.
His situation right now was something he could use that word in. A whole world was laid out before him, a place absolutely ready for him to control it. He could feel in it the world's core, crying out to him, telling him to take command and reek havoc over an already ravaged land. It felt so good to be able to do that, to easily take control and make something his. He used to have toys that would let him do that...but he was too old for toys now. Now he was moving on to bigger and better things. Much better things.
Confusion.
It wasn't a word he normally liked to use, because it meant that something was going on that he didn't understand. He needed to understand everything, however, because in order for him to take control of a situation he had to know what was going on during it. If he was confused, however, it meant something was wrong, and he needed to figure out what. Because normally, he was never confused.
Confusion.
The reason for his confusion lay right in front of him. His eyes scanned the group of ten children from his position on a cliff overlooking The Field. He pulled the black object (a digivice, although he didn't know it) in his hands closer to his face, scanning the surface as if magically it would reveal what the children were doing there. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that they too didn't seem to know what they were doing; from what he could see and hear, all that was progressing from their time being together was yelling. The main 'yeller' as he decided to put it, seemed to be a girl with a baseball cap on her head. Peeling his eyes away from the scene, he glanced at the rest of The Field. The reason he knew what it was was because the object in his hands was telling him that. It had been constantly repeating 'The Field' over and over when he first got here, until he shut it up by yelling 'I KNOW!'. He hadn't expected it to work, but when it did he was relieved.
Annoyance.
His little black thing had started talking to him again. It was saying a new phrase now, but he wasn't sure what it meant. 'Digidestined' was a word that meant nothing to him, so why was his little object saying it? He shot the thing a glare before stuffing it deeply into the pocket of the black pants he was wearing. However, it continued talking. He was even more annoyed now; he could still hear it (it seemed to have gotten louder) and it was making his pocket vibrate against his leg. Not a fun feeling.
Annoyance.
He whipped the thing out of his pocket, glaring at it angrily. "Will you shut up?!" He demanded quietly, so as not to alert those kids (those still arguing kids) that he had been watching them. Instead, the thing began repeating its phrase more intently. He began to consider banging it against the cliff, but the fact that this object had been useful to him in the past (it had allowed him to enter this strange world) he decided against that course of action. However, if it didn't stop talking to him, well, he couldn't be responsible for his actions.
Relief.
The thing had stopped. He pulled it out of his pocket, trying to see if there was a mute button so he could turn it off when it started up again. He was examining the bottom of the black thing when it began repeating the same phrase. The sudden robotic noise made him drop the object on the ground. It made a small noise of protest before shouting the phrase at him. He shot a nervous glance at the group of kids, but they appeared to have taken no notice. In fact, all there was for them was chaos...and loud noises.
Annoyance.
Why wouldn't it stop?! He plucked the thing from the ground, stuffing it in his pocket, now wishing he had some cotton balls to plug his ears with. He took a final look at the group below him. From what he could see, they were going to be down there for a long time. No use worrying about them now; he could always come back later (and the sad part was, they would probably still be sitting there) to reek his destruction on them. First, he wanted to figure out who they were and what they were doing...and he could do that while destroying the rest of this world.
Oh, the possibilities.
---
All he could hear were loud noises and the person they were coming from. Jamie sighed, glancing around at the group. He had no idea what any of their names were, but considering the circumstances, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. In fact, the only kid that looked worth knowing was the one person that hadn't spoken during the whole 'waking up' ordeal. He made his way over to him, plopping down next to the kid.
The white haired boy glanced at him before speaking. "Do you know where we are?" He asked. Jamie shrugged. He didn't, and wasn't sure he wanted to. It probably would be too much for his brain to handle. Wordlessly, he kid pointed to a cliff, and Jamie followed his finger to a silhouette of a person. As if realized he was being watched, the person began walking away. "Who do you think that is?" The boy asked.
Again, Jamie had to shrug. Oddly enough, he felt comfortable around this kid. Maybe because he was like him; quiet and shy. "I'm Jamie." He told the kid, holding out his hand. The kid grasped it, giving Jamie a name to call him by and a statement to laugh at.
"Naram. That girl sure does have a fiery temper..." He motioned to the girl with the baseball cap, who was yelling at a kid she called 'Frenchie' over something he had done. Jamie grinned. "These kids are pretty much all older than us." Naram pointed out. "I don't think you can count that 8 year old, she did say she was in fifth grade. We should stick together, you and me."
Suddenly, Jamie found himself thrown into a friendship. Well, he supposed it was good to have an ally around here; that way, if things got rough, he had someone to back him up through everything. Jamie nodded. If he was going to survive this world, he was going to do it with someone by his side.
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Meg was annoyed. Just who she was annoyed at she couldn't quite tell, so she settled on everybody in their whole group. There were, however, four people that topped that list: Frenchie, the little eight year old (nickname: Computer Freak), that Japanese kid, and the kid with the Tampa Bay shirt on. She hated Tampa Bay. Proudly adjusting the Yankees cap on her head, she shot a glare in Frenchie's direction.
"Who are you people, anyways?" She demanded. "Oh, I know. You're freaks." She spat the last word out angrily. She hadn't intended it to come out that way, but she was confused, annoyed, angry, lost, and when she was all those things a bitter side tended to come out. The computer freak glared at her, Tampa Bay Lover's (she hated that team! Hated it, hated it, hated it!) mouth fell open for the second time, and Frenchie did what he did best, in her opinion: annoy her even more. She had hardly been with these people for ten minutes, and already she had made an enemy. Not a bad start.
"You're no better." He stated, all snotty and French like like Meg ultimately assumed all French people were. She shot him one of her best death glares in the hopes that he would back down whimpering like a scared coward, but her wishes weren't granted. Instead, Frenchie shot her a different glare. It definitely couldn't top her death glare, though. When she showed that, she meant business. And right now, she needed to mean business.
Tampa Bay Lover's mouth didn't work properly for the next ten seconds. She counted. It flapped uselessly for a few moments (and that was really starting to get annoying) before he settled on making one sound. It wasn't even a proper word. Just a gurgle of noise trying to make sense in his throat. Well, it wasn't working on Meg. She glanced around the group to see if somebody else had understood him, and was satisfied to learn that even the computer freak was staring at the kid. Ashamed, Tampa Bay Lover lowered his head. Served him right.
For a few moments, Meg took the time to stare everyone down. It was what she did best, after all. When no one responded to her stares (were those two kids playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt?) she sighed loudly. And that was when the little creatures came and completely turned her world around. And made her more annoyed, but that's past the point.
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"Digimon. Digimon. Digimon." Dangit, the little thing had started up again. He pulled it out of his pocket, pausing for a moment to survey its features. Maybe he could figure out how to shut it off. The object in his hands was a pure, pitch black. He grinned. The color black, to him, was a symbol of evil. And that was what he was. However, there were more defining features to the thing (repeating a different phrase this time; but still, an annoying one) that would provide more scrutiny. Perhaps, if he could find a private place...
Glancing around him, he decided that this was a good a place as any. There was nobody around; at least, nobody he could see, so he plopped down on the dirt path to examine the object. Running his hand over the surface revealed three buttons: two arrows pointing to the left and right and a circle in between them. His hand hovered over the left button for a moment until he realized that there was also a screen. It had blended in nicely with the black color around it. This was certainly a strange contraption...
The shape of it, he was relieved to note, was simple. Just a square. The buttons were directly below the screen which was positioned in the middle of the square. Flipping the thing over, he ran his hands along the back for any groove. Surprisingly, his fingers ran across words. He had to peer closely to read them, and when he did, he smiled. He now had a name for the annoying object: 'Digitech 5.0'.
Now that he had discovered the general parts of his Digtech, he flipped it over again, his fingers once more hovering over the buttons. The screen was blank, but once he pressed the left one, it lit up. Surprisingly, it was now displaying the same phrase his Digitech had been repeating ever since he had stepped foot onto this path. However, he did notice there was more to this phrase. Instead of just saying 'Digimon', whatever that was, it said:
Digimon: Snimon
Exact Location Unknown
Check Grid? Y/N
Grid? He decided to press the circle. It seemed the most promising. He was rewarded instantly with a grid appearing on the screen. There were two dots on it; a black one and something that looked like a large praying mantis. The praying mantis seemed to be close to him. He wasn't sure whether or not it was something to be worried about; most likely, it was something he could control. He grinned at this thought. Controlling things; his new specialty.
Assuming that the circle was an 'okay' command, he pressed the right arrow. The screen instantly displayed a picture...of himself? Confusion instantly became his prime emotion. And he didn't like confusion. Frowning, he scanned the information closer and was surprised to realize that it revealed everything about himself. There were, however, a few things that he noticed:
Digimon: N/A
Location: Digital World
Class: Dark
Well, at least he knew where he was. But the fact that the 'Digital World' wasn't a name he was familiar with was annoying. And this class thing...what did it mean? And what was a digimon? Before he could ponder this and examine whatever other options the Digitech had to offer him, the object began screaming 'DANGER'. Danger? Danger from what? There was a snarl from somewhere above him, and suddenly he realized what the danger was from.
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Author's Note: How's THAT for a cliffhanger?! Please note that the villian may not be in Rikui's chapter because I said so. BWAHAHA!!! Er, anyways, the next chapter primarily focuses on our favorite group of ten and the little creatures that make Meg annoyed. Oh, come on, you know what they are!
Don't forget to review!