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A/N: Hi, this is a story that just came to mind. I'll be doing this simultaneously with my Kingdom Hearts fic: Nuovi Amici, so that I can just switch between the two when I get an inspiration for either.

            This takes place somewhere after Digimon 02, but, I'm sorry to say, may not contain any of the human characters there, only the digimon. Ah, and I'm not including the Tamers season in this (Sorry Tamers loyalists! I love that season too but I'm afraid that it won't help in the plot of this fic.) because I'm trying to link season two and four together, well, as best as I can, anyway since I haven't really watched the last few eps of season two. I'll try to make due with what I know now.

            Oh, and if there is any story with this theme in it, please don't hesitate to tell me. I don't want to be accused for stealing an idea.

            Ok, enough with my ranting. On with the fic and R&R please!

Jarred Paradise

            Warm sunrays, cool breeze, plants growing as peace continues to make its presence known silently. Baby and in-training Digimon play as rookies and those with higher levels talk and interact, enjoying the paradise that is the Digiworld. This was the reward to the world when the Digidestined finally defeated Malomyotsimon, saving the human and the digimon realm. Gennai, after his years of aiding the Digidestined and their partners, gave the chosen digimon the power to be able to digivolve to the highest level they have accomplished and finally took his eternal rest, watching from where no living creature may reach, thinking that all will be well. But he was wrong.

            Three years have passed since then, and the Digiworld is experiencing new problems. None knew how it happened, but a barrier has risen up between the social status of the human and beast Digimon. At first there were only petty fights, humorous even. But soon it grew to severe discrimination between both types. Destroying the time synchronization of both worlds.

            In every site there would be at least one of each type fighting for no particular reason. Every site, except for a hidden dwelling in which lived only twelve of the many chosen Digimon. Two of which could digivolve into human types, while the rest to beast, yet they continued to live in harmony. The dwelling was merely a cave with tunnels and spaces that served as corridors and rooms, but they had to make due. It was the only safe place they could find. Usually they's keep each other company in the largest 'room' in the cave until the time to rest comes. Luckily, there was an underground stream and, surprisingly, a quick growing meat fruit plants to help keep them alive.

            Their ongoing strategy is that at least four would digivolve, two staying in the cave to keep watch, and the other two watching the outside world, taking extreme care.

            "Why did this happen?" Angemon pondered out loud. "After all the sacrifices out partners did to save our world, this is their reward?"

            "That's a question we all ask everyday." said Metalgarurumon. "But it is never answered."

            "All we can do for now is wait and pray for the best." added Gatomon. "At lest until we can find a way to stop all this."

            "Meaning we might be here for a long time." Hawkmon said.

            The rest kept silent as they munched on their food. Then, Wargreymon and Stingmon swooped in from the main entrance.

            "Neighboring beast and human cities went into battle." informed Stingmon, landing beside the angel digimon.

            "There was too much smoke and flames." Wargreymon said, taking his position beside Metalgarurumon. "We couldn't find any survivors."

            The gloomy information once again caused silence to come over them. A few moments past before they heard footsteps coming from the main tunnel. The four high level digimon stood in battle stance as the others prepared to digivolve if necessary. The footsteps grew louder as a small figure began to come into view. When it could be seen, the chosen digimon were slightly shocked at the sight.

            There, running towards them was a small, child-like human type digimon. It had long, wild red hair and stubs for horns. Its ears stuck out from its mane and bright, half-lidded green eyes looked at them from a plump face. Lastly, it wore a red vest and pants that completed his look. However, it wasn't the digimon that shocked the others, but what it was carrying on its back: a wounded and unconscious beast type digimon that looked like a small, bluish-gray wolf that wore gray pants, black gloves with its claws sticking out, black boots, a tattered scarf and numerous belts on its arms, waist and legs. The former digimon came to a stop in front of Wargreymon, panting.

             "I'm…from one of the towns…please…help him." It said while trying to catch its breath. "Tried…to get your attention…you couldn't hear me…followed you here…"

            "But that was at least a couple of miles away!" exclaimed Wargreymon, knelling down and keeping the smaller digimon standing. "You must be exhausted, what's your name? We'll help you and this other digimon."

            "I'm…Flamon…" said the red-clad digimon before it passed put.

A/N: So, how was it? Should I continue? Can anyone guess who the wounded digimon is? R&R pls!