I Don't Own Digimon
The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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They had arrived in Marinaville early in the afternoon. They had left Piximon early that morning after breakfast. It was a smooth walk. The trail was clear and no evil digimon tried to get the jump on them. Now they were quietly eating supper.
"Thank you, this is very good," Jason said to their host, a green frog like digimon with a horn of some sort wrapped around his neck. "I am glad you let us stay in your village, Gekomon."
"Think nothing of it; I mean what are friends for?" replied the frog as he cleaned up the plates. He walked off to a sink and plopped the plates there in. He looked up at a clock and then at the Digi-destined. He let out a stifled whimper. "If you excuse me I must go…town meeting and such…"
Jason looked up and caught a worried look from the frog digimon. "Are you ok, Gekomon? Nothing is wrong is it?"
"Uh…no, nope, I'm fine," giggled the digimon. He walked backwards and hit a table and nearly leapt through the roof of his thatched hut. "Yep…finely-doodly-doo, that's me…" With that the digimon rushed out of the reed door in front of his hut.
"That wasn't suspicious," remarked Steven as he looked at the waving reed sheet. "Maybe we should leave town…"
"Nah…" said Kevin quietly. He looked into the fire. "I mean this village is mostly made up of weak Champions like Gekomon or Rookies. I doubt we couldn't get our way out of here if things went bad…"
"Yeah but do we want to fight them?" asked Janet quietly.
"I really don't if we don't have to…" whispered Amy as she gently stroked Penguinmon's head.
"Yes, and we should conserve our strength; we never know when Assaultmon may show up," said Brendan quietly as he tapped at his laptop.
"What are you doing?" asked Michelle quietly. She peered over his shoulder.
"Nothing really, just trying to compose a map of the continent," replied Brendan quietly as he looked up from his computer. "It's aggravating to be wandering around like a bunch of buffoons."
"Don't worry, we're really not lost," said Mark quietly. "I mean we didn't know where we were going in the first place so you can't get lost doing that…"
"You can't argue with that logic," chuckled Steven as he lay back on the ground.
"So are we retreating somewhere safe or not?" asked Kevin. He stood up and stretched.
"I don't think they'd really attack," said Brendan quietly. "First off we have them out matched, secondly they don't seem very strongly affiliated with Assaultmon."
"Yeah I'd have thought that what ever general was here would have attacked by now," said Jason quietly.
"So we're staying?" asked Kevin.
"It can't hurt to stay here for the time being," said Janet. She was absentmindedly stroking Renamon's fur. The fox tried to be dignified but a little purr escaped her throat before she could stunt it.
"Ok…" Kevin sat down and leaned back.
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"Gekomon, yu'r late!" shouted a very nautical voice. "I should 'ave yer trumpet fer yur tardiness!"
"I'm sorry Hookmon," replied the frog as he bowed to the human form digimon with the long captain's jacket and peg leg. He wore a large naval captain's hat and his right arm was a large cannon. The town's other digimon were gathered at the large platform in the middle of the docks.
"Now, where's the food fer General Depthmon?" growled the captainly digimon. The other digimon looked around. The captain started to get edgy. "Who was supposed to bring the food offering?"
"Gekomon!" grumbled a group of Gazimon.
All eyes fell on Gekomon. The frog digimon gulped softly and looked around.
"Do tell me you brought the food," said Hookmon calmly. The little frog shuddered quietly under the captain's eyes. "Fer cryin' out loud! You knew you were to bring the food fer the offerin'!"
"I'm sorry, I really, really am!" whimpered the digimon quietly. "I would have but the Digi-destined came and then…"
"Digi-destined!" yelped Hookmon. He looked at the other digimon. "Who 'ere knew about these digi-destined being in the town?" A number of flippers and hands were raised. Hookmon sighed angrily, "And none of yahs thought this was impertant enough to tell me?"
There was a dissenting grumble from those that raised their hands. Hookmon looked up at the clock. It was reaching Seven PM. Depthmon would be there any moment. The water shimmered under the moon light. There was a soft ripple then a creature rose up from the depths.
It was like an armored mermaid. It had blue spiky armor over its torso. It arms stretched out into large grey hands with blue webbing between the fingers. Its head was had a blue helmet with a diver's mask over its eyes. Orange hair sprouted from under the helmet.
"I, Depthmon, have arrived," said the creature in what some would say a slobbery voice, others would say it sounded like he was speaking through a bucket of water or that it had a quality that sounded like he was gargling whilst speaking. "I have come for the offering to my power…if you fail to bring forth an offering I shall unleash a mighty whirlpool upon your marina and destroy all your ships."
"General…" Hookmon bowed deeply to the marine digimon. "I would love to bring forth the offering…but…it seems that it was misplaced…"
"So there is no offering," replied the blue, water digimon. "Fine then…"
The water digimon lifted his arms. A lavender glow shot up from the middle of the bay that the marina was in. Suddenly the current around the bay started to shift in tighter and tighter circles spiraling towards the lavender light.
"Please, General Depthmon!" Hookmon kneeled down on the platform in front of Depthmon, "Spare us, we do not mean to anger you!"
"Groveling will get you nowhere," replied Depthmon. He let the whirlpool grow in intensity. The ships moored to the docks started to pull on the ropes and chains holding them to shore. "You knew the punishment for failure, now you shall experience it!"
"But we didn't do it!" shouted the captain as he scooted a little closer, "The digi-destined…"
Instantly the whirlpool ceased to exist. The mer-beast looked at Hookmon with interest. "What of the digi-destined?"
"They are staying here in the village!" replied Hookmon. He looked at the creature in fear.
"If you bring me proof of their staying here," said Depthmon with a little thought. "I may be persuaded to let your ships live for another day…"
Hookmon sighed in relief. He turned to Gekomon, "Go and fetch one of the 'uman children, and bring it 'ere!"
"M-m-me?" whimpered the frog in surprise.
"YES!" shouted Hookmon. "Now go!" Hookmon lifted his cannon up and fired a round at Gekomon's feet. The little green digimon skittered back and ran for his hut.
"I hope for your sake, you are right, Hookmon," whispered Depthmon.
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Jason was sitting outside Gekomon's hut. He and Otamamon had decided to take first watch. The others were either out taking a bath or settling down to get an early night's sleep. Jason had wanted to take in some fresh air and Kevin's snoring had started to get on Jason's nerves.
Otamamon was lying on Jason's lap. There was an ungodly screeched. Jason turned his head quickly to the sight of Gekomon rushing post haste up to him.
"Oh Jason, you're here…" Gekomon grabbed Jason with his webbed hands and started to tug.
"Hey!" Jason pulled his hand free from the frog. "What are you doing?"
"The others want to see you…" yelped the frog.
"I'll get the others, they were starting to get ready to sleep but…" started Jason.
"No, no, that's ok…the other's just wanted to see you…" yelped Gekomon as he grabbed Jason's hand again and started pulling.
"Just me?" Jason looked at the frog suspiciously.
"Yeah, come on," yelped the frog as he pulled. Jason hesitantly stood up and let the amphibian drag him. Otamamon hopped off of Jason's, now nonexistent, lap and trundled after him.
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"I grow weary of waiting…" growled Depthmon. The creature grasped onto the platform that over hung the water and pulled himself onto the wooden structure. His lower body composed primarily of a large, grey dolphin tail. The digimon slid slowly over the platform like a snake and drew himself up to Hookmon. "If this is a trick, you will be the first to feel my wrath, Hookmon." A large, jagged dagger appeared in Depthmon's hand.
"Ah, here he comes!" yelped Hookmon, a little too grateful for the return of Gekomon. The little green frog was dragging with him a human boy. He was tall and was wearing a pasty, and now quite roughed up, shirt with equally pasty and roughed up pants. He had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. "General…the digi-destined…"
"What the…?" The boy yanked his hand from Gekomon. He looked down at the little frog. "You little…" he bit his lip. "You gave me up to that thing!" The boy pointed at Depthmon. "I thought you were our friend…"
"I'm sorry, but I have a duty to this village to gather up an offering for the general…" whispered Gekomon. The frog looked down. "I couldn't let him destroy the fishing fleet; it's our only way of life!"
"Jason!" yelped Otamamon as he hopped up next to the boy.
"Gekomon…" Jason's eyes had softened a bit then they hardened, "No…this is not right."
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to be reliable…" whispered Gekomon. "I'm always the clutz and butterfingers and the screw up…no one ever wants to trust me with anything…and I just…"
"You still can't sell your friends out!" shouted Jason he looked sternly at what was obviously a water digimon then at the digimon next to him; who looked like a pirate captain. "Which one of you are the General?"
The sea beast slid forward on its dolphin tail. "I am General Depthmon! You will come with me to my underwater palace, where I will keep you until General Assaultmon comes to finish you off."
"Yeah…and I'm an opossum," gritted Jason as he held his digivice forward.
"Otamamon digivolve to Seadramon!" The little tadpole immediately turned into the large sea serpent and pushed through the crowd of digimon. It rammed the mermaid and glided over the water.
Depthmon turned and looked at Seadramon. "Marine Knives!" two large jagged daggers shot forward and slid into the flesh of sea dragon.
Seadramon roared angrily and turned his head and opened his mouth. "Ice Blast!" a stream of white swept over Depthmon. When the frost cleared though, Depthmon was gone.
"Ok, where did you go, you slug?" growled Seadramon as he slipped under the water. Suddenly he was in a water garden. Reams of kelp surrounded him. "Where did this come from?" The kelp then lashed out wrapping around the large sea serpent.
"Sargasso Drag!" Depthmon slid out from behind a particularly large piece of kelp. The large sea weed pulled Seadramon down into the depths of the bay. Depthmon swam upwards and poked his head out of the water and looked up at Jason. "I have your worm, come with me or else!" Jason blinked in shock. It hadn't taken more than a few minutes and Seadramon was incapacitated. Depthmon lifted up on the platform. "Come or the weeds will crush your friend."
Jason nodded angrily and stepped forward. "Fine…take me, but mark my words, the others will come for you, and I will try my darnedest to escape."
"I'm sure you will," smiled Depthmon and he lifted his webbed claws. "Bubble Bomb!" a large bubble enveloped Jason and then Depthmon slipped off the platform and disappeared into the water. The bubble slowly rolled off the platform and fell into the water. Jason gasped as the bubble submerged, half expecting it to pop. It didn't and he was pulled down further into the bay. He could see Otamamon hanging in a web of sea weed Jason lifted his hand up to the film of the bubble. The little tadpole looked at Jason and struggled weakly against the kelp.
"Otamamon…don't worry about me…" Jason watched as the tadpole struggled more.
"He'll be released soon enough," said Depthmon. The creature gave a flick of its tail and he glided down into a giant cave. The bubble followed him. The caves innards were smooth. They rose up to a surface and Depthmon slid out of the water and slithered around and brought the bubble up and popped it. A group of green digimon walked up to Jason. They were squat and had four legs with on large claw. They had a red Mohawk.
"General Depthmon," bowed the forward most of the digimon.
"Ah, Betamon, take my companion to one of our special rooms," Depthmon slithered off. The mermaid stopped and turned his head. "Don't think about escaping, you won't have enough breath to reach the surface and there is no land tunnel to the surface."
"When you bring Otamamon back…" growled Jason.
"What? You will still drown before Seadramon can get you to that precious surface," laughed Depthmon as he slithered away.
"Come human, it is this way," grumbled the lead Betamon. Jason slowly followed the green digimon as he walked down the hall. The walls were smooth and lustrous. Glowing gems gave off the light to see. They came to a large marble door. Betamon told Jason to open the door. The boy did so and pushed. The door swung open to reveal a luxurious room. The bed was a large, red, canopy bed. It had crimson, velvet quilts and soft, satin pillows. A large desk and dresser were on the left side wall. A large closet was on the right wall. A large, stained glass lamp was on a bed table on the left of the bed. A wind up alarm clock was on the right side of the bed. The green digimon looked up. "The bathroom is three doors to the left. You will find the bath there as well. We will have a meal in the morning, if you don't wake up, it's your fault." The green digimon then turned and left Kevin to his room.
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"Master…" Goblimon hopped backwards as Assaultmon stomped down. "How did the search in Alpine Tundra go?"
"If you have any love for your tongue you will not continue to question my trek to Alpine Tundra," growled Assaultmon as he clanked up to the consuls that lined the white walls. He pressed buttons and a com-link opened up. "Guardromon squad leader, what is your progress?"
"System checks through out the southern territories show an anomaly," reported the reddish brown metal robot. "We suspect that there is a malfunction in the sensor software in the pyramid transmitter."
Assaultmon narrowed his eyes. "I see." The metal digimon turned and growled.
"Do not worry my lord," gulped Goblimon. "I'm sure it's not what you are thinking it is…"
"How dare a puny organic like you attempt to believe that you can divine the masterful mindset of my mechanical might!" roared Assaultmon and he kicked the little green ogre into a wall. A number of circuits and consuls exploded from the sudden impact. "Now repair that damage your body did!" Assaultmon was about to leave when one of the consuls beeped. The metal centaur turned and pressed a button. The image of Depthmon appeared. "What is it, Depthmon?"
"I report the appearance of the digi-destined in my territory," said the blue digimon.
"And?" Assaultmon growled unpleasantly.
"What do you wish me to do with them?" asked Depthmon. "Do I destroy them myself or do you want me to capture them and have them sent to you so you can destroy them yourself?"
"Do what you want with them, at the moment I am too busy to deal with sniveling humans," He waved his arm-like cannon dismissively. "I will check in with you in the coming days, to make sure they are at least restrained…"
"Of course Supreme Commander," Depthmon inclined his head. "Thank you my lord, I will try and not displease you…"
"I trust you won't; you know how I deal with displeasure," said Assaultmon as he shut the link. He turned and growled at Goblimon, "When you are finished having those computers repaired, you will come to my quarters and clean my hooves, a little bug got under foot."
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"What do you mean?" Kevin was throttling Gekomon. "You will take us to where ever this Depthmon is and we're getting Jason back!"
"I don't think I can!" gasped Gekomon as he tried to get breath.
"Why not?" Steven was now in the frog's face.
"He lives under the ocean, I think there is a cave…" yelped Gekomon.
"There has to be a way…" replied Brendan.
"Unless you grow gills," replied Gekomon. He looked down, "There is no way…"
"You're kidding right?" Amy and Janet were now looking at the little digimon.
"Nope…he picked it out just for that reason!" yelped Gekomon.
"We can't give up hope…maybe we can get a hold of Whamon or something," said Mark as he paced around.
"Whamon…" Gekomon looked up. "Nah, he's half an ocean away."
"Well maybe one of Whamon's friends…" said Michelle.
"Maybe…but he's not left port in a long time…" Gekomon struggled free and hopped down, "Come, we need to talk to someone…"
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AN: Thanks to Lodis and Alforce. What will they do? Who will they get to help them?