oos; (out of story) Alright. To get the ball rolling. oo; The Destined did not come from a computer, from data, this time. Instead, they came from a book. It's still the same old Digital World, just a different place to come out of/in to. They are called the Digital Warriors, instead of the DigiDestined. They live in the DigiFables, their history being written down as it happens. They still have DigiVices and all that stuff. Character profiles will be released, soon. There are other characters, but for now only Itami and Bish exist. (back in story) bis;

He had done it. It was his hunger for power, his thirst. That had to change. Slowly, he began to realize. He would be the only one to be different from the pack of Digital leaders. The rest of the others like him... were different. Strong, courageous, brave. Itami was like that. He should have worn the goggles. Not him. But that couldn't happen now. Bish had struck his brother with his own Bokken.

Scared him off. The Digital World was lonesome. Terrifying, even. Next to him, a large purple beast nudged him in the cheek, gently. Kindly. A small smile rose onto Bish's face. Dorumon would always be there. To help him, to save him. The memory of the fight hung in the boy's head like a large boulder. The sickening crack and his brother's footsteps that echoed through the forest traveled through his mind.

Socks and shoes lay by Bish just a few feet away. The edge of his toes made small ripples in the pond. The silver moon cast enough light to see everything. A pair of silver goggles pushed black hair back. No one was with him anymore, except Dorumon. "Doru?"

"Yes?" came the solemn reply.

"You'll always be here for me, right?" The digimon nodded, with a happy smile. Truthfully, Dorumon did not understand what had gone on earlier. Bish wrapped his arms around the Digimon, tightly. Dorumon blinked slowly, and smiled. The digimon felt bad for Bish, and he knew that he had a duty to protect Bish now. Itami wasn't here anymore. He let go of Dorumon and looked down. His older brother was 14, Bish was only 12. The leaves rustled behind him, making the young boy shiver. A cold, lonely night. "Let's go." Dorumon didn't question to find out where, but just bowed low for Bish to ride.

The pair knew where they were headed; the clouds were beginning to block the moon, dark and heavy with rain. They used a small cavern as shelter most of the time. Suddenly, something made Bish gasp. "STOP!" Dorumon looked confused, but obeyed. "My brother will head there," the digimon was still confused, but he nodded and began walking aimlessly. Quietly, the first drop fell from the dark sky, whizzing down onto Bish with a minute splash.

Dorumon hated the rain.

The boy shivered, he knew that soon Doru would start running instead of going at their slow pace. He bent low and waited. The Digimon blinked and shook himself, then ran. The rain was now like buckets of water being tipped over, though the trees did stop some of it. Dorumon dashed through the thick forest.

Bish, he had to admit, was a bit worried. He had to duck and dodge a few of the branches. His goggles covered his eyes, a thick blanket-like shade that made it hard to see. The Warrior was constantly wiping them off, a sliver of hope he would find out where they were. Nothing happened. The pounding of Dorumon's hard claws against the soggy ground and Bish's heart beat together.

Slowly, a rock came into view, for Dorumon at least. It was flat and large, and rested on top of a small crevice. Just enough space inside that crevice for the pair. Dorumon snorted and continued on until they reached it. The rain hammered on the roof like bullets, but they were safe from the rain. The walls were rigid and unwelcoming, but they had enough room to lie down and not be bothered by them.

Bish pulled down his goggles, letting them relax at his neck. His clothes clung to his athletic body, which made him cold. He had on a black sweater, and a grey scarf. A pair of gloves wrapped around his hand easily, perfectly. His pants were cargos, khaki in color. He had on black Converses that reached just above his ankles.

Sighing, Bish fell over onto the dry ground, shivering. His eyes stung when he shut them, it felt nice. Right before he fell asleep, he could feel Dorumon's warm fur against his chest.