Ruki: HAHAHAHAHAHA! That party ruled!
CCoD: Right... I'm just glad you spared some of us.
Ruki: Remember what I said? "Soon the romance writers will know our revenge."
CCoD: So you were only punishing those really crappy romantic writers who wrote stuff nearly unrelated to Digimon themselves?
Ruki: Pretty much.
CCoD: You mean us action/adventure writers were never in danger!
Ruki: No, why?
- CCoD rips his hair out. -
CCoD: Alright people, nobody seems to have reviewed last time so I'm putting this up to make sure you do. This wasn't planned until later, but... PYRO SPHERE!
- Fireballs fly everywhere -
Kyuubimon: We're trying to spar here.
Ruki: You heard her. Let the Digimon fight. GO KYUUBIMON!
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.
Digimon Compiled
Chapter 5: "Cold"
Just outside the central depression of a valley was a street. Its name was Baker Street, and it ran into the town center at the depression and back out of it, uphill again. A ways up it, past all the commercial buildings, were houses. These houses looked just like the houses everywhere else in town. One of them didn't look any different from the others, except for two things. First, this house was made of stonework instead of wood and two, the people currently sleeping in it.
One of these lay in a twin bed meant for one person, though his physique made it seem created for ¾ of his person. Here was a teenager who had risen with phenomenal intelligence, an excellent athletic build, nearly the best social skills and a pair of the most caring eyes to decide he didn't really like everyone admiring him so much. When you got right down to it, it was all so fake, so completely ignorant who he really was. He had always felt at home among family, but shy around outsiders. Still, always some real friends had been his light at the end of the tunnel. Now, however, his worries had left him in a peaceful slumber. At least, they had for a few hours. Tameron Kacy "Yuki" Tattersall rolled over in bed.
Now before his mind's eye appeared a new image, that of a girl's face. Red hair seemed to burn its way down behind her head to where it hit the shoulders, and grass-green eyes shone with the delight only engendered by a student getting out of school for summer. Then came the rest of her body. She wore a t-shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans. Another zoom out, and there was a small dark-purple quadruped Digimon with her and a D-Arc appeared clipped to her belt loop. Then Patamon was there. The three beings had been standing in a what would seem a deep, black void. Now, however, the color warmed up. There was no way in real life that this could happen, but in this dream the color of the black void emanated the radiance of a warm day in the middle of May.
Then the horror began. Tameron himself appeared, but all wrong. He wore a yellow-green turtleneck with a blue-green stripe down the middle, gray shorts and boots of the same color. A white fisherman's hat covered his hair. He wasn't standing with his newfound friends, but away from them. Crowds gathered and swarmed him. Everyone wanted somebody who wasn't there, who only existed in appearance and fiction. Reina was shoved out of the way, and the Digimon were trampled.
Everything went as cold as the middle of winter.
The sleeper's eyes opened, safely in the real world. He was curled into the fetal position over his covers. He rolled over once more and groaned until his consciousness registered a sound. Soft, high-pitched and insistent, it begged his attention, but at 1 AM Yuki was too sleepy.
As he went back to sleep he felt that something was wrong and that he should be awake. Such things, however, could wait until tomorrow.
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Three humans showed themselves at the intersection between Valley and Oakland. Two were men, one was a woman. Their midnight blue police uniforms did not betray them in the dark. Neither did the gray van printed with a county insignia newly parked on the side of the street.
One of those humans hid behind the Animal Control van where nobody could see her. She wondered why this had to happen tonight, of all nights.
Of all the five beings there, not one could tell why it seemed so frigid for a summer's night.
Plotmon tried to fight, tried to blast and head butt the man attempting to apprehend her, but failed over and over. She was dead tired and that thing the man had in his hand zapped the energy out of her. Strange lights had been turned on Patamon and her so that they each gave off a slight, eerie blue glow. Plotmon shivered. Without their Tamers these human weapons would beat them for sure. Unless...
"Metal Cannon!" DORUmon arrived almost on cue and missed, but managed to damage the humans' vehicle. A yelp was heard from behind it. The purple Digimon dodged an incoming Taser wire and tried to talk to the other Digimon.
"Great, they've got an extra. DORUmon, can you still evolve? Patamon, where are you!"
An Air Shot gave away the winged Digimon's location just above the other two.
"I'm too tired out to evolve! Isn't there anything else we can- UHGF!" There was a small flash of light and the sound of a limp body being dragged and thrown a cage. Then came the power. Something had charged Plotmon, probably her own adrenaline. She dashed to her left.
"Puppy Howling!" She dashed to her right and kicked a human. Patamon's voice rang out close to the other, directly in front of Plotmon:
"Spiral Twister!" (A/N: There is an explanation for Patamon's weird attacks later on. At this stage it seems downright strange; it won't at his higher levels.) Then, nothing. No sound was made for a full second by any of the four beings that struggled in that intersection. Then another cage closed. Electric shocks coursed through Plotmon's tiny body. She shook and was paralyzed and felt herself being carried toward the van.
"Some world this is," she thought, "I wish at least Reina were here." Just in time, she felt herself healed and charged with all her might out of the van. She made to jump for a lamppost, but something stopped her. In midair she just saw a human shape rushing out, coming to help her. As this sight bewildered her vision, threads of data safely wrapped around her, weaving a net that became an egg and weaving themselves into her. Caring and friendship made a sweet intoxicant while sadness and rage bitterly tempered the power that reconstituted Plotmon. As she evolved, she knew, knew that her friend was there with her. A maniacal darkness flashed in her eyes as she opened them to the same world as a new creature.
"Plotmon evolve!"
Standing on top of the street light the Digimon took stock of her fresh body. Dark black fur hid her from merely human vision, but she could see plenty. She was now bipedal: standing upon two legs that ended in paws, having two hands that wore dark gloves to give them deadly claws, and with her head, complete with two ears ending in tufts of hair, resting upon a small, rounded torso.
It is worth noting here that when a Digimon evolves they don't always need to do so as seen on television. The "egg of evolution" that envelops them may be any size or color. More importantly, while a Digimon will always announce their new name, they need not do it in even a remotely audible voice. This is how a newly-evolved feline Digimon could whisper her name only to herself, in a sepulchral hiss.
"BlackTailmon." She surveyed her enemies and knew hatred at the sight of them. Springing off the pole, she vaulted for one's head.
"Cat Kick!" The man was knocked out and BlackTailmon saw Reina sneaking around to liberate the other Digimon. So that was where she'd been, she thought. The human girl began a melody as she crept, and for several minutes she and her partner sang as they worked.
"There's a place where everyone can be happy." Patamon was free and the cat Digimon sang a line.
"It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world." The final Animal Control man was backing away. Anger and relief spun a song together as Reina sang.
"It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains," DORUmon jumped down from the van. BlackTailmon finished in a crescendo of sweet revenge.
"And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls." Both men were out and stuffed into their van. Three Digimon and one Tamer could finally relax.
Reina and BlackTailmon ran (jumped in the latter case) to each other and embraced in ecstatic tears. They spoke synchronously.
"Where'd you learn the song?" The redheaded Tamer told her best friend she heard it in a music store and that it had gotten her obsessed with the band. BlackTailmon learned it from loading a few wayward data packets. The human looked at her Digimon and the other two. However, the next sentence from the cat Digimon wasn't so pleasant.
"Why didn't you help earlier!" The response came slowly and fretfully as Reina turned her eyes away.
"They were policemen. Most of us humans can't stand up to those guys and I was... well I was scared. But I did slash that card for you!"
"Well could you try to not be as scared next time? We were able to take 'em, but only because you revealed yourself and I could evolve."
"Hey, you didn't become Godzilla! Great, since you guys are all small enough you can stay with me until morning." All four headed back along Valley Street at the bottom of the main hill of town towards Reina's house and shelter, a few heads drooping and a few feet limping.
"If there's one thing I did learn about Digimon from all of Chase's ravings, it's that the bravest of the group wears goggles and is the leader. Jeice Corinado, tomorrow I claim the Goggles of Leadership! Stupid sleepy boys."
-Digimon are still sparring-
CCoD: Those two are never going to stop, are they?
Ruki: Well we're the ones giving them energy cards. Hey, by the way, what's your real name? This screen-name stuff gets old, fast.
CCoD: I don't like telling people on the net, I'm paranoid and think some friend of mine might discover I write Digimon fanfiction.
Ruki: Wimp.
CCoD: Hey, I'll tell you my middle name!
Zachary: See? That's it. I'm the same person from one line above.
-Lucemon's data is destabilizing-
Zachary: Shit. Digimental Up!
-Lucemon enters Fallen Mode-
Ruki: Meh. Walk all over him, Kyuubimon.
Zachary: You're on. Read and Review people! Come on, let's hear about more than my battle-writing skills.