CCoD: That pizza didn't last very long.
Ruki: -Sound of crickets chirping-
CCoD: Ruki? RUKI? Whatever, she must've gone to see Renamon or something.
Luce: PIZZA!
CCoD: Don't you have a Digital World to tyrannize or something?
Luce: I can go back to that now? SWEET! -Leaves-
CCoD: I don't own Digimon, but eventually will. I DO own embedded programs in Digicores other than the X-Antibody and Catalyst. Give me credit if you use the idea. Oh, and I actually do own modded Patamon and Viral Plotmon (in case nobody's figured out yet, she IS viral), along with Bandemon from Chapter 2. Sorry about the late notices.
Digimon Compiled
Chapter 4: Echelon Sees a Ghost
Evening had come at last on this early summer day, and with battles having been fought and friendships renewed, the three Tamers headed home with a brilliant orange sunset to their west. All three were hoping for a better night than they had day. Yuki and Reina's Digimon were staying in the playground overnight, DORUmon left for the baseball field on the other side of the park.
"Patamon you cheater!" a high voice called from the throat of a small mammal, "You're not allowed to fly over the monkey bars in a game of The Ground is Lava!"
"I have wings, why not?"
"Well than I'll just walk across the top of the swinging triangle!"
DORUmon observed the games the other two played from a distance. Even though he was once again friends with the latest person to be bound to him by D-Arc, his fear would not relent. This was what it had been like the first time. This is what had happened with Takato...
The very first time he had come to the human world he'd done it with the same goal as everyone else: to evolve. He'd successfully Realized in a small commercial/residential district of a city with cars whizzing by and the industrial center in the distance. Only one thing stuck out about the scenery, and that was two tall, imposing, official-looking towers that stood above all else on the skyline. None of this aided DORUmon, for he required data for his evolution. The greener area nearby smelled of Digimon, he headed toward it.
Following his nose, he ran along pathways full of playing children, finding nothing digital. Until at last, the blue Digimon bounded up a staircase to find a small hut, locked and chained, but with an odor of Digimon as though one lived there. The past tense was the most important thing to notice of that observation, the neat order and the "Under construction" sign on the front gate clearly advertised that nobody was home. The source of the X-A ntibody program turned to leave and find better fare elsewhere. He never got the chance however, because a boy stood before him. This boy wore grayish slacks and a blue hoodie, along with having cinnamon-colored eyes and hair. But What really caught DORUmon's eye was the goggles. Famous throughout the entire Digital World were the four humans who had saved them all, the Digimon Tamers, and it was said that the goggle headed boy was their leader. This was obviously a kind boy, yet one to be reckoned with. Matsuda Takato spoke with the air of waking from a dream.
"You're... another Digimon."
The two had befriended quickly, but their friendship passed in exactly the same way. Within two weeks, strange men from a place called Hypnos had come and taken DORUmon away.
Yamaki had no reason to tolerate any more of this. Hynos had saved the children, and sent the Digimon back where they belonged, to their own world. The children had been told what was happening. So Takato had no excuse for his behavior, attempting to tame the first rogue Digimon to show up in Shinjuku. And so his trademark lighter went flick, flick, flick as he reprimanded the young Tamer.
"You already have a partner in the Digital World, Guilmon. So why do you need this one?"
"I don't, Yamaki-sama, but he was right there at Guilmon's old 'house' and I thought..."
"You thought wrong, we're sending him back where he came from. After we figure out what this program he's carrying is, and what it does."
"Program, sir?"
"He's carrying a program in that stone on his forehead, similar to Kurumon. It could be extremely dangerous, and we need to examine it." A couple of men caged a struggling DORUmon.
"But you can't just subject him to all kinds of analysis and stuff, he'll have no idea what's going on!"
"Too bad!"
What followed had been sheer living hell for him. Men had placed him in an immense flooded place of some sort, then charged the water with electricity until DORUmon was sure his nerves couldn't register anymore pain. That was when the end had finally come. His Real World body had burst apart, relinquishing his data to any who would take it. When DORUmon came to, he was lying in one of the deserts of the Digital World.
All of the humans he met after that had either shunned him, been cruel to him, or turned him into those strange men again, who he had come to know as the "government".
And he had taken a chance on this one. He'd taken a chance because he had a Digivice like Takato had, and was kind, and had healed him when he was dying. Yes, he could trust Jeice Corinado, but how could he know the "government" wouldn't hunt him down again anyway?
SLAP. KICK.
The blows brought DORUmon back to reality as the same two Digimon who'd attacked earlier demanded to know if he wanted to play. They only deserved the response they received.
"Metal Cannon!" That was a definite and resounding 'no'.
The two went back to their games and DORUmon allowed himself to drift off in peace.
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Midnight is a time when only a few people are still awake, perhaps peering closely at a computer or watching television in a daze, and so nobody on Sommer Avenue was awake. Nobody saw a bank of thick fog spring from seemingly nowhere. Nobody saw it clear away just as quickly, leaving nothing but a small laptop computer lying on the pavement, almost waiting for a car to run it over. Gisisimon, however, was no laptop, but an important Digimon with a mission. There were three Modifieds in the area, three Digimon carrying important programs in their data. He checked his memory for the names: "X-Antibody", "Element Ring", "D-Reploid". As he sprouted legs of wire from what had previously appeared a parallel port, nobody saw him scuttle uphill in the direction his Digimon Sense led him.
However, three hand held devices began to beep and whir in their respective locations throughout town. However, far away in a great city on the coast of a great ocean with many tall buildings in it, one that is said to never sleep, a figure store at the immense screen before him:
"Sir, it's another of these strange anomalies." His superior wore a badge with the name of his subdivision of his agency on it. He was proud to work for the F.B.I., even prouder to work for Echelon.
"Another? The Japanese warned us about these creatures. Send out Animal Control and see if they can't bring it to us for analysis."
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DORUmon woke with a start at the bright lights. A Digimon in the wild always had to be alert, this meant that the Child never slept too deeply. Bright beams twinkled near the playground, silhouetting larger metal boxes on rubber circles. His mind at once told him these were vans. Accompanying the vans was a certain amount of noise for some reason.
"Baby... Salamander!"
Something was wrong. That much was apparent. What would have Patamon fighting at this time of night... and bring vans? Had they come to take him away too?
Now the past day didn't matter to the data-type Digimon. He may have been attacked earlier, he may not like those two, but by the Sovereign he wasn't letting them be taken as well! His footsteps were soft on green grass and he would aid those in need. At the same time, he knew another Digimon was in the Real World, in the same area. But that could be dealt with later. Now, he had to defend the others and most especially, strike back at those who would keep Digimon from this world. He wouldn't go quietly this time.
CCoD: Still can't find Ruki, so I'm leaving you people at a cliffhanger.
Ruki: What do those two have to do with each other?
CCoD: AH! You're back! They don't.
Ruki: It's a lame excuse.
CCoD: Well I'd like some reviews, meh.
Ruki: That's not the way to get them. People don't like you if you play bait and switch.
CCoD: This coming from the Digimon Ice Queen?
Ruki: Shut up!
CCoD: Sorry, sorry! Why don't you go hang with the Tamers for a while.
Ruki: Actually, we're throwing another party and you Author people are invited for this one.
CCoD: YAHOO!
Ruki (Muttering): Soon the romance writers will know our revenge! MUHAHAHA!
CCoD: You're muttering turned into maniacal laughing.