I.III "Of Being Chosen"
The next day came restlessly. Alex had ventured out of the house early that Saturday morning on her way to Chiisu's. She yawned and felt the egg in her backpack.
"I wonder what it'll hatch into...?"
Carl had arrived soon after Alex had, to Chiisu's parent's apartment. Chiisu was one of those kids that was usually left alone, for his parents were business people and traveled often. He sat on the couch with Armadimon, both of which were eating potato chips. The Digimon seemed to be enjoying itself, but not as much so when Hawkmon joined in.
"Chii-kun...?" Alex whined. "What do you think it'll hatch into?" She asked as she lay the egg on the table. It stood upright, which made everyone stare fearfully at it until the regular atmosphere returned. Hawkmon, the bird-like Digimon, shoved his face into the bowl while Armadimon stared longingly at him.
"Those were mine..." The armadillo Digimon pouted.
"Tough luck," the bird sighed as he stuffed his face with food.
"You been livin' in the jungle too long, my friend," the other scowled in reply as he settled in Chiisu's lap on the couch. Carl settled down with him on the couch, a camera in his stubby fingers.
"Whazzda camera for?" Chiisu inquired as he snatched a chip from Hawkmon's wing.
"I..." Carl stammered as he tried to hide it, "...well, I...urr... wanted some pictures."
"Really?" Alex replied. "You like photography?"
"Well, I..."
"Hi, everybody!" Melissa shouted as she bursted through the door. Stylish as usual, she carried Tailmon on her back in a knapsack. The cat-like Digimon seemed far less than content. "What'd we miss?"
"We're gonna go to the Dejitaru, right?" Carl shouted in question. Alex cringed as Chiisu nodded.
"W--What?!" Alex screamed, clutching the egg in her arms. "We---We're not going back, are we?!"
"Why not?" Armadimon shrugged. Melissa threw a playful punch into Alex's shoulder.
"Not like we'll be attacked. Shirubi-san's coming!"
Alex's throat suddenly went dry.
"Sh--Shirubi..." She managed to gasp.
"Yeah, she wants to know more about us," Carl uttered whilest examining his camera.
"Yeah," Alex shouted, "so she can KILL US!!!"
Chiisu folded his arms and said loudly,
"Alex, shut up and let me explain," Alex did as he said; shut up and let him explain. "I had a little talk with her, that girl Shirubi. 'Freelance demon hunter' is what she does. She hunts demons. In fact, she told me of an epic battle that ensued in another world..."
"The Dejitaru?" Armadimon ventured.
"No..." he paused, as if for effect. "...the Netherworld."
A shout erupted from everyone in the room,
"HELL?!"
Chiisu shook his head,
"Not...exactly..."
Chiisu's words painted the image of a dark, dark place. A luminant castle stood amongst a field of flames, amidst a burning blue sky.
It was a dark day... perhaps the darkest day in the darkest regions of the Netherworld...
The two stood off: a short, childlike boy, equipped with a broadsword and a long, flowing, torn red scarf wrapped around his neck. His dark blue hair reflected the luminant red moon above, the larger strands that stuck up over his head, along with his violent red eyes, shimmered with the gaze of his opponent.
A girl, also short but taller than her opponent, also equipped with a large, massive blade and large, beautiful green eyes.
Shirubi, freelance demon hunter, also had another title--that given to her by an Overlord...
She had short brown hair that brushed her exposed shoulders. Her shirt was red and sleeveless, her skirt--short and revealing her swift, strong legs, equipped with battle-worn shoes that were as black as the sky. Blood was to be shed. Her eyes flared, her skirt blew around in the wind. Her sword hung perilously over her shoulder in her frail-looking, feminine hand. The other hand fell gracefully at her side, along her waist and developing female figure. She wore an outfit of black and red that curved with her adolescent body. The sword was soon ready to strike.
...they called her...
Her opponent, the Overlord of the Netherworld, dashed quickly to her. Shirubi laughed in reply.
..."Handmaid of Chaos"...
Her knee was suddenly thrust into the demon-boy's stomach, followed by a thrust of the blade in her hand. The Overlord jumped away, ignoring the pain in his gut, and flung himself with his sword.
"DIE, HUMAN!" He screeched with ferocity. Shirubi, expressing her feeling of confidence, smiled gracefully and pointed a gentle finger at him.
He was suddenly tossed backward by an imaginary force from her feminine hands. Enraged, he took up his blade once more and lunged into the air. He came down fast, and Shirubi easily parried it. It continued, he lunged, coming down with gravity and Shirubi, Handmaid of Chaos, easily pushed away the attack with her own sword. Abandoning the assault, he flipped backwards with frustration. He raised his blade and hollered with all the air in his lungs,
"WIND CUTTER!" Shirubi smirked with the conjured propeller of a hurricane approached her, created of the demon's wrath. She held up the massive, crystalline blade in defense.
A violent, green flash blinded them both...
The demon Overlord was confused. His servants, a Fallen Angel, a demon girl, a phantom and a little green-haired girl bound in chains, glanced about nervously. The Overlord's opponent had supposedly left. He laughed at her "defeat" as he sheathed his blade.
"Hey, shrimp," a voice whispered, "right here, behind ya!"
Her fists, frail in appearance but obviously immensely powerful, sent him far across the arena of the lost souls. She pulled out her sword and held it ahead of her,
"Let's finish this," she smiled. Her smile was motherly, yet insane. It reflected her, the ultimate paradox, the human puzzle...
Her smile petrified all of her opponents. One could almost call it a scare technique. Maybe she seduced them. Either way, her smile led their guard to be down...
"Blazes of the Heavens above..." She shouted as the sword began to glow, flowing with some kind of energy, "...let the sound of my opponent's screams resound throughout the universe..." she prayed, and then jumped up high. The blade was massive, glowing with a yellow light. "ULTIMUS SWORD TECHNIQUE--" She screeched as the arena soon appeared to be in space. Everything else was gone. It was just her, her celestial sword, and her opponent, clamouring for a way to escape the dreaded attack.
"DIMENSION SLASH----!"
"And that..." Chiisu sighed, tired from storytelling, "...was that."
"Sh-She won?!" Melissa rejoiced. "OOoooo! She's so awesome! I wanna be just like her! Taking my sword and going Swoosh! and KLANK! and BOOM! and DEATH!" She was being watched cautiously by her party that attempted to shield themselves from her eccenticity with throw pillows.
"I'll shut up, then..." She sighed irritably and sat down.
"Anyways, Alex," Armadimon asked, "...do you think Shirubi is alright yet?"
"No," she cowered and looked worried in answer. "I just think she'll slit our throats while we sleep."
"Jeeeeesus," a voice called from the doorway, "what a pessimist."
All of them twisted their heads to see Shirubi, in all her glory with a sword hilt attached to her backpack.
"I'm not a pessimist..." Alex retorted, mumbling. "...You're gonna betray us. You don't seem right to me..."
"Eh? Que es esto? Do you not like me, or something?" Shirubi looked offended and about to cry.
"W--Well, not exactly..." Alex replied, nervous. The warrior girl suddenly reverted back into cheerful-insanity mood.
"Heheheh, rule #1, acting is your friend."
"Rules...?!"
Chiisu cleared his throat.
"Ahem, okay, ladies...and, ur, Carl..." He pointed to the computer in his room. "Shirubi, you do the honours..."
She smiled wide with that petrifying smile of grace and beauty, which was completely contradicted when she screamed,
"VAMOS!"
As the Kaiser, now dubbed "Kai-kun", and his accomplices, the woman and the phantom-esque man, rode across the vast desert hillside, speeding by the barren scenery on motorcycles ("lent to us by the organization for recon work..."). Dust blew about carelessly in the morning sun, the breeze was heated, but calming.
"Doin' alright, there, Kaiser-kun?!" The woman hollered from her bike over to the boy, who seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes misty behind the dark glasses.
"Kaiser!" The other shouted. "You're losin' it! Pay some--freakin'--attention, man!"
He shook his head, which caused his spiked blue hair to toss around a bit in the rushing breeze. The motorcycle soon slowed down some.
"Yo! Kai-kun!" The woman screamed from hers. "GET A GRIP!"
He shook his head again, speeding up. The speedometer was climbing swiftly, until it slowed down at about 200 kilometres per hour.
"Dammit...!" The woman scoffed, stopping to readjust her long, flowing hair. "What in the absolute hell is he doing?!" The phantom stopped abruptly and watched with her.
"I haven't the slightest, dear..."
"Don't call me dear. Ever."
"But..."
"EVER!"
He kept blinking behind the glasses, rapidly. The scenery flashed quickly by in a dazzling array of colour. His hair hit his face by the wind against such a speed. The speedometer read near to 300 km/h.
Way too fast..! He told himself, trying to snap back into the clique of reality. Just slow down... slow down...SLOW DOWN, YOU IDIOT!!!!
A sound of another motorcycle soon came rushing toward him. It got louder...and louder...and louder...
The speed was immense, his confusion--rushed. He whipped his face to the sides and saw no one.
Damn thing...SLOW DOWN!
The sound got louder... it was right near him.
Going about 300 km/h and climbing slowly, as scenery flew on by and the world seemed to no longer exist, another motorcycle was adjacent to him, going the same speed and climbing at the same rate. His eyes, invisible behind his mask, widened. A silver, metallic gun was pointed to his head. The rider of the motorcycle wore a white kimono that contrasted with his dark, violent eyes of blue. His stick-straight blue hair flew behind him from the speed. 310 km/h and climbing.
"--You pathetic idiot--" the Kaiser heard him say. "--you aren't real---something--Machina---" There were only snippets of what he could hear. He took his hand off the handle, with his other hand tightly twisted on the throttle, and threw the gun away from his head. 325 km/h and climbing...
Trying to speed away, he found he couldn't. Somehow, his opponent was going the same rate, the same speed.
"--Where is she--?!"
"SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screeched.
0 Km/h.
The Kaiser soon felt his opponent's arms on his shoulders, and he was tossed off the motorcycle. With no effort, no thoughts, nothing in his mind whatsoever, he watched his image fade and go higher and higher into the air...
"Kaiser!" A feminine voice hollered back in reality. He closed his eyes unknowingly.
Let me die.
Aw, come on--what's the fun in THAT?!
"KAISER!"
His eyes snapped open, and sunlight filled his head. His glasses had been thrown off, either by the speed or the fall. He lay on the ground, arms outstretched with his legs, eyes wide open and eyes darting about nervously.
"Wh--What the hell happened?!" The phantom shouted.
"He..." the Kaiser gasped, "...he came up and...tried to kill me...and..."
The two accomplices were confused.
"He...?"
"YES! He tossed me off, you morons!"
They exchanged looks.
"Umm...Kaiser..." the woman tried her hardest to be sympathetic without bursting into laughter, "...you were going too fast...and hit a---really...really...big...rock."
He was confused.
"What the hell are you talking..."
She pointed over to the decapitated motorcycle, and the rock that had destroyed it.
"So..." he sat up and held himself up, "that means..."
"C'mon," the man shuddered, "we had better get going. Kai, you SO need a vacation... you're losing it..."
"Yeah..." he stood. "I...guess..." he strode over to his glasses, buried in the sand. Dusting them off, he held them up to the sun. Light shone through them, and he closed his darkened eyes.
"...Light that shines through the darkness..." he muttered to himself only. He started walking. "Listen, I'll meet you guys at La Maison, okay? Got some stuff I need to take care of, okay?"
The two looked a little confused, but nodded in reply.
"Okay, we'll cover for you."
The group had found its way to the school and into the detention hall (for it seemed that they could enter the Dejitaru only there...). Melissa, Carl, and Chiisu held up the devices, the digivices as Chiisu had called them, to the computer. Alex, however, still looked hesitant while she clutched the egg.
"Listen, guys... I ain't too sure about this."
She was corrected by Shirubi, who playfully slapped her on the shoulder.
"Ahhh, don't be so dramatic. Nothin's gonna happen, ya got it?"
"Uhhhh..."
Hawkmon sighed with annoyance.
"Make her shut up," he pleaded. "Alex's getting on my nerves."
Armadimon giggled while Tailmon ignored all of them.
"So...are we going?" Carl uttered as he held the picnic basket in his arms with the camera around his neck.
"I guess," Chiisu remarked. "Let's see...we got---" there was a moment of silence as Chiisu looked over the checklist for the picnic. "Yep, it's all here."
"Why are we having a picnic, again...?" Alex sighed sadly.
"Why not?" Shirubi retorted in turn, smiling widely and turning to Chiisu. "Aiight, we had better move, then, na?"
After awhile, the group had found their way to their "picnic site", a grassy, green meadow filled with crystalline flowers and buzzing, brightly coloured insects. They sat themselves down and ate and talked...ate...and talked...ate...and talked... mostly unimportant chatter...
(Melissa: So, Shirubi, where'd you learn your sword techniques?
Shirubi: Uhhh...why do ya ask? she spoke as she bit into a sandwhich
Melissa: Chiisu told us of the story... when you beat the Netherworld Overlord! That was soooo coool!
Shirubi: grinning wickedly ah, yes. That was quite a battle...the mighty King Laharl...
Melissa: Can you teach me that!? That---Dimension Slash?
Shirubi: No. It requi--- sorry. No.
Melissa: Pleeea---
Shirubi: NO! smacks Melissa on the head lightly Silly, silly girl.
Melissa: ;;!!!!!!)
Chiisu suddenly stood and everyone stopped eating.
"Okay, everyone," he remarked, again as if he were a college professor, "Melissa, Alex, Carl, Shi-- I'm gonna be going to all of your houses. And you're gonna treat me like a guest. And I get to rummage through your guy's rooms."
His comrades were shocked.
"W--What?!" Alex shouted as the egg lay by her side with her bowl of ramen.
"Going through our stuff...?!" Melissa gasped angrily. "You needn't be doing that, Kimura!"
Carl shrugged.
"Whatever. I'm okay with it, I guess."
"I need to see what your home lives are like," Chiisu stated, "and structure the team on our foundations. Its like any other sport--you need to get inside their heads and find their strengths, weaknesses, what makes them tick, hobbies..."
Shirubi rocked back and forth on her feet, still munching away on the same sandwhich.
"That seems logical," she noted, "and efficient. I'm in wit' ya, Chiisu."
"Y-yeah!" Melissa agreed readily. "I'm in, too!"
"On second thought..." Shirubi said sneakily.
"Maybe not..." Melissa copied her tone. Shirubi shook her head and nearly fell to the ground.
"Stop copyin' me, girl," she cried softly. "You need to be who you are."
"Awww..." Melissa whined, "...but that's no fun!"
And thus it all was to happen...
"Alright," Chiisu sighed that night in his bed. "Our first stop tomorrow, Armadimon, is Alex's house..."
The list on his laptop computer read the name list loudly:
ALEX KASURAGI
CARL UTARU
MELISSA MIKIRU
SHIRUBI (-no last name given--??)
"That whole 'Shi not having a last name' business kinda irks me..."
"Irk?" The Digimon muttered from his pillow.
"In other another word, annoy."
Chiisu's room was normal. It was brightly lit and had several windows along the back wall with a screen door that led out to the apartment's patio. His room was a near consistant colour of blue with various trinkets scattered about. Chiisu was the kind of boy who thought everything through. The work ethic was simple, to try and figure out the things that happened and why. Why was a big question for him that never seemed to have an answer. It seemed to be the source of all his problems, for Chiisu was a well-off, intelligent--if a tad supremist--boy, unmoved by the common person, who just muddles through life ignorant to everything. Why were we here, what does it all mean... He pondered such philosophical questions in a logical, drawn-out way and found his own answers. Such was the boy he was. He held endless power in his hands and his mind.
Chiisu was a rather tall boy, standing at about 165 centimetres. His hair was messy and unkept, brown and full of life. His eyes were a mysterious hazel, his fingers constantly moved; Be it typing or writing, he was always moving. His skin was tan, as his origin was of Hawaii. He wore comfortable T-shirts and jeans most of the time, to keep his mind at work on "more important things".
"Alright. I had better get some sleep..."
Sunday came relentlessly. It was a harsh, rainy morning as Chiisu opened the door to the street. Water poured from the sky like a faucet. The sky was darkened and the sun refused to shine.
"I wonder if this is one of them 'pomens'..." Armadimon suggested.
"I think you mean 'omen'," his Partner gleefully corrected as he held the backpack in his arms while he ran, "...'I wonder if this is one of them omens'."
He ran, his feet splashing on the wettened sidewalk.
"Hey!"
"Watch it!"
"Sorry!" He cried, trying to catch the train over to Alex's. "Lezzsee..." he muttered to himself, "we go here... over here to Mikiru's...ahh---that's rich-people country... after I take the bus over to Carl's over here, however... and then Shi lives in the RakuTen apartment complex over there...sheesh...clear across town..." he sighed with frustration and glared at the day ahead of him. The train hurried, but not as fast as Chiisu wanted.
FIRST HOUSE: Kasuragi Residence
Mother: Miyu Kasuragi
Father: Tetsuya Kasuragi
Daughter: Alex (fulnme: Alexander) Kasuragi
"Hellooo!" Chiisu knocked on the door to Alex's house as he attempted to shield himself from the pounding rain.
"Hello," Alex's mother, Miyu, glasses and all, opened the door to see him, dampened by the water. "Chiisu, so glad to see you," she noted excitedly, "Alex's been all panicky lately. Want to come in?"
"Yes, please. It's murder out here," he sighed with a grim smile and walked in.
--interview w/ parent(s) and child(ren)--
"So, Miss Kasuragi," Chiisu inquired while he took his jacket off and sat down on the couch adjacent to Miyu Kasuragi, "dare I pry, what exactly does Alex do about the house? Does she help you with your studying for your teaching degree?"
"Dear Lord, no," she responded with a laugh. "Ever since I got into teaching, that's when I noticed how lazy the girl was. All she does is whine, pretty much. After school, she just comes home and sighs and whines... though I think she gets the fact that I needn't be disturbed when I'm studying..."
"Which is all the time..." a tired Alex spoke from the stairway. "Chiisu, what're you doing here so early? Its 9:00, AM!"
"You're my first stop, what can I say..."
"Alex, by the by..." her mother questioned as Alex dragged Chiisu up the stairs, "...what was your English grade again? Just slipped my mind..."
"B minus, mother..." she scowled as she closed the door to her room.
-Room Evaluation-
"Uhhh..." Alex stammered as Chiisu and Armadimon were let loose in her room, "this is it... I guess."
Alex's room was nice and neat, though nearly bare. Hardwood floors and white walls seemed to contrast each other in some way. Her bed was white with a wood headboard, and a shelf with a TV and various trinkets stood along one wall. The rest were bare. A CD player lay on the floor with headphones Chiisu nearly stepped on.
"Hey, Alex," Armadimon asked as he examined the CD player, "what kinda music you listen to?"
"Uhh...I dunno," she looked nervous. "Pretty much anything, I guess. I hate country music, though. Mom plays it all...the...time..."
"Un-huh..." Chiisu noted. "Any hobbies or stuff you'd like to say?"
"Mom's really annoying me, studying for that teaching degree..." she scowled. "She's my mom, and she never even says a word to me. Her nose is always deep inside some book. Its just not fair!"
"Alex, you don't think," Chiisu questioned gently, "that teaching is her dream? That she just wants to educate kids to be healthy, smart adults?"
Alex replied with silence.
"I understand." Chiisu bowed, grabbed Armadimon and headed over to Carl's house...
SECOND HOUSE: Utaru Residance
Father: Carl Utaru (I)
Mother: --- (deceased)
Son: Carl Utaru (II)
"Eh?" Carl's father eyed him while Chiisu stood out in the rain. "You're Carl's friend?"
"Uhh...yes, sir!"
The man erupted into laughter and opened the door into the house.
"You're great, callin' me 'sir'...Hahaha!" He put his arm around Chiisu and squeezed him tight. "You a great kid, boy, great kid!"
"Uhh--!" Chiisu strained against Carl's father's immense strength. "Th-Thanks?"
"Dad, leave him alone!" Carl cried as he attached himself to his father's arm.
"Okay, okay," he noted. "Its just so nice ta see you're makin' friends, Carl. Finally."
"Dad...!"
"Okay, okay..." his father stated again. "So, yer name's Chiisu, ain't it?"
"Yes, sir..." He replied as he cringed, waiting for his spine to be crushed again.
"Carl, he's alright. You finally found a good, trustworthy friend!"
"Can it, dad," Carl sighed nervously. "You're embarassing me..."
"Oh-HO..." his father shrugged deviously. "You think this is embarassing, let me get out 'dem baby pictures!"
"DAD!"
"Oo?!?!?!?" --Chiisu
--
"Good God..." Chiisu gasped behind Carl as he opened the door to his room. "I didn't really need that, no offense..."
"None taken, Kimura," Carl sighed, hopping onto his bed and grabbing the camera. "Say 'cheese'!" There was a little white flash and there was soon an image of Chiisu Kimura in the doorway to Carl's room lying next to the camera.
"I take it you like photography, Carl," Chiisu stated, looking around Carl's messy, dark room. It was mostly a darkened wood, giving it a dark brown, perhaps even black, colour to the room. Deep red curtains obscured the windows slightly, letting the rainy day "shine" through. There was a single lamp in Carl's room, a metal table lamp on a desk. It wasn't on, but Chiisu knew it couldn't light up the room on its own.
"Hey, Carl...are you afraid of the dark?" Armadimon asked.
"No, not really..."
Chiisu then noticed a large, large bookshelf along the unlit wall of his room.
"What's all this..?" Chiisu asked as he reached for one of the many books. He opened it, revealing photos of nearly everything. "You really have a passion for this kinda stuff, don't you?"
Carl nodded softly.
"Why don't you tell anyone? They'd love to see this! It's really cool!"
Carl shook his head,
"Naw. It's stupid. My pictures aren't nearly any as good as theirs--people who have their photos in art galleries and sell for millions... you see that, that picture?" He pointed to a photo on the highest shelf, next to the sleeping bird Digimon, Hawkmon. "It's a picture of a baseball game. Just your average, everyday baseball game. But the photo, the picture, captures the very heart and soul of every player on the field. It's like poetry, or philosophy, or idealism..."
"Wow, that's..." Chiisu was dazed, "...that's really deep..."
"I wanna be able to take pictures like that. I want to capture the very essence of life in a photo..."
"You can do it, Carl," Armadimon smiled as he and Chiisu headed out to their next destination. "Just practice, and never give up."
--
THIRD HOUSE: Mikiru Residence
Father: Shigeru Mikiru
Mother: Yosei Mikiru
Son(s): Biran Mikiru
Shitaku Mikiru
Daughter: Melissa Mikiru
Chiisu had to wait for literal hours before they'd let him inside. Melissa's house was rather large, perhaps mansion-esque. He had to pass through security, interrogating men, and bomb-sniffing dogs.
Coincidentally...
One of the dogs started barking rapidly at Chiisu's backpack.
"What is it, boy?"
Chiisu froze on the spot. Armadimon secretly popped his head out of the backpack.
"Ooga-Booga!"
The dog immediately stopped, and Chiisu was ready to be let inside.
"The folks aren't home," Melissa sighed, "so get outta here."
"I didn't come through security for a response like that, Melissa," Chiisu retorted irritably, as he was getting tired from his day of running house to house. "At least show me your room, okay?"
"No."
"Then..." he felt a little awkward, to say the least. Melissa had quite a large house, as said before, with expensive-looking furniture and entertainment miscellania. She, Melissa herself, wore what she usually did--expensive-looking clothes, "What're your hobbies?"
"I haven't the least idea," she responded. "I like to design outfits. Y'know, like costumes and such..." she went off in a gleeful daze, "...I hope I can make one of my outfits for Shirubi-ojousama...!"
"Sh--Shirubi-ojousama...?" Armadimon questioned. "What's up with that?"
"Shut up, you," she nearly cried. "I have a shotgun and I know how to use it."
With that, fearing for his and his Digimon's safety, Chiisu left the Mikiru residence. The only word to come out of his mouth was,
"Freaky."
"Last place..." Chiisu sighed. He had returned Armadimon to the apartment, for he found it was far too much to carry around a Digimon on his back all day. The RakuTen apartment complex was rather large and was known for holding many of the town's secrets. Sex scandals, shootings, suicides... if one could imagine it, it happened there. He took a deep breath and trudged in through the glass doors.
The apartment complex itself was rather nice-looking. It looked clean and well-kept. Chiisu knew better, though. He walked with unseen caution as he strode weakly up the stairs.
"Let's see... 20-C..." he sighed, reaching the designated floor. "I'm so glad she e-mailed me her apartment number..." He soon reached the door. He stood outside it, dumbfounded. Should I go in...? He thought. I'm a little scared...Shirubi's not really all that normal... and if she lives here of all places...
"Hey," a tired voice spoke from behind him, "what're you doing?"
"N-nothing!" Chiisu shouted, opening the door and pushing himself inside. He wanted to interaction with anyone in the building other than Shi.
"Well, well, well," her optimistically insane voice called, "what have we here? Lettin' yourself in? How rude."
"Sorry..."
FINAL HOUSE: Shirubi -no last name given-
Father: -deceased-
Mother: -unknown-
Daughter: Shirubi
"So, uh..." Chiisu felt a little different with her. She had large green eyes that would stare deep into your soul, and they did so to him, "...how do ya do in school?"
"Que? I don't go to school. I finished up awhile ago back in the U S of A. I was put ahead a couple-a grades."
"Really? That's cool," he noted. "Uhh...Hobbies?"
"I like to draw, and my sword tech's are my life."
"Sword Tech's?" Chiisu parroted. "Like that Dimension Slash you told me of?"
"Yeppo," she replied, "and I got a ton more, too." She hopped up on the couch with her fist held high. "Ye-HA! Yessir, I've defeated every demon, from the lowly hobbit to the mighty NORWEGIAN UBER PRINNY!"
"Norwegian Uber--WHAT?!" Chiisu cried.
("Just work with me, here..." The writer whines.
"Alright," Chiisu replied.)
"...From your Chimeras...to your Zombies, to your Succubi, to your Nekomatas, to your demonfish, to your Phantoms, to your members of CHAO-Fi..." she covered her mouth as soon as the organization slipped out of her mouth.
"Wha---CHAO-Fi?! You've defeated members of CHAO-Fi?!"
Shirubi nodded sheepishly.
"Hoo-boy, my secret's out...yeah, I have. So what about it?"
"Uhh...Shi, show me your room, please?"
"Un-huh..." She blushed.
"What?"
"I'm not that kinda girl, Chii-kun..." she replied innocently. "Give me time, okay? We're not that close yet..."
"What the hell are you...?" She laughed as Chiisu stammered to try and figure out the joke she'd wrapped right around him. He soon found the answer. "Ha-ha. Very funny."
"Whoa..." Chiisu was astounded. Shirubi's room was jam-packed with very, very many things, concealing the gray walls and white carpet. About a thousand stuffed animals stood on many shelves tacked up on the walls. Her bed was in the corner of the room, holding more stuffed animals. The other side of the room held a large trunk, which Shi revealed to be full of "Sword Tech Guides". Her closet was locked for a strange reason she refused to answer. A sparkling dreamcatcher hung lifelessly by the doorway to the deck.
"You have...uh...a lot of stuffed animals, Shi..."
"Yes," she admitted, lying her fingers along one of her many plush dolls. "I believe they keep the bad dreams away. The things that creep in the night, that crawl into your head and make you think and dream about bad things, like killing people. And growing up."
"Shirubi...?" He tried to get a sentence out as she clutched the doll tightly.
"C'mon," she finally said, "I'll make you some tea."
"That Kai-kun," she sighed with a grin as she poured green tea into Chiisu's glass, "he certainly is weird, ain't he?"
"What? Yeah," he clenched his fist as the other hand lifted the glass.
"It's alright to lose to him, Chii," she stated. "I don't think that boy is all he seems."
"I know. I saw him...back in La Ville Capital..." his eyes turned misty at the memory. "Something about the way his shoved his fist into my stomach... it didn't seem really right..."
"Really? Tell me more!"
"I dunno... I think there's a definite reason he's with the CHAO-Fi... especially those two..."
"Does he remind you of anyone, by the by?" Shirubi asked slyly.
Chiisu was lost in his own misty eyes. He racked his brain and returned with nothing...except...
"I can...remember somebody...remotely like him..." He closed his eyes and thought some more. "Can't remember his name, his face, nothin'. I just...know..."
"Ah..." The clock on the wall suddenly began to chime as the time read 9:00.
"Gah, I've been gone all day...Hey, Shi, before I go, where're you parents?"
"Goodbye, Kimura, the door's right there."
"Alright..." Chiisu muttered while in his bed that night. "I had better put this data...to...some..." he was drifting off, "...good...use..."
fin
Shirubi:......THAT EPISODE SUCKED ASS!
Kai-kun: It most certainly did...
Chiisu: By the way, 320 km/h is quite a bit more than 320 mi/h
Writer: I...think it's the other way around...?
Shirubi: HAHAH! Kai-kun hit a rock! :P
Kai-kun: SHUT UP! That...that kid threw me off the bike!
Ken: Hello.
Kai-kun: screeches like a little girl YOU!
Shirubi:...that episode still sucked.
Me: (sniff) I'm tired. And it's almost Christmas! Lay off!
All: NO!
Me: UU...
Ken: don't worry, boys and girls, the next episode is pure action, start to finish.
Kai-kun: You lying turkey, its not all action.
Ken: Shut up.
Kai-kun: YOU shut up.
Shirubi: BOTH of you shut up!
Chiisu: oo...it almost surprising people like me and you maintain our sanity, Stereo...
Me: ...right. Sanity... pulls out chainsaw behind Chiisu whatever you say...
Kai-kun: The next episode of DC02,
"The Lord of Darkness, the Digimon Kaiser"
Shirubi:...no, that makes you sound WAY too important...
The next episode of DC02,
"Lord of Darkness, Kai-kun-sama"
How's that?! I put "-sama" at the end of your name to make you seem at least a LITTLE important.
Kai-kun: But I AM important!
Alex: Readers be advised, the next episode has a little bit of--urr---groping in it...
Shirubi: Oh-HOOO....
Kai-kun: Shut up.
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