Alrighty! Chapter 2. Things will pick up, I promise. I just want to get through all this to cut to the good parts. (Bad Mary. Bad.)
"Just A Girl"
Chapter 2
"Nozomi's in a bad moooooooood!"
The young girl rolled her eyes and continued to work, seemingly paying no attention to the annoying digimon standing behind her.
"C'mon, 'zomi. You can talk to us. What happened?"
A different voice this time. Ignorant jerks. The girl thought moodily, pulling up a turnip with more force than really was necessary.
"Oooh. Looks like we struck a nerve."
"Yea. What happened 'zomi, your boyfriend break up with you?"
Angry as she was, Nozomi had to laugh at that one. Boyfriend? She'd never had one, let alone, for that matter, wanted one. No, she was upset for different reasons.
"Sorry, guys, I guess I wasn't listening. Did you say something?" Her smile, while obviously fake, held a certain…evilness about it.
The two digimon began to back away slowly. Never, never, had that look on Nozomi's face brought with it anything good. In fact, the last time that smile had graced this young girl's features (a mere two days previously) it had resulted in her working all day in the garden by herself, as well as the reason she was in such a sour mood.
The small spitfire watched the two digimon retreat with nonchalance, vaguely amused by all the dust they kicked up in their hasty exit. Awarding herself a moment of victory, Nozomi leaned back on her haunches, taking a break from her work to gaze at the western landscape. Her eyebrows knitted together at the sight before her.
Normally, Nozomi would have loved to watch the sun set beyond the rolling hills outside Primary Village, but for the past few weeks the visage made her insides churn. The once-brilliant and vibrant hues were now marred by an ugliness that chilled the young girl on the inside. A tall black tower, barely visible, dotted the horizon. It emanated malice from it's every fiber, and from the moment the thing had been erected on some far-off hilltop, Nozomi knew what it was.
A control spire.
One of the 'Digimon Emperor's' tools to enslave helpless digimon, capturing the poor creatures and bending them to his will. Already Primary Village had overflowed from the death toll, and more eggs appeared each day. Nozomi had heard tales of the experiments and tests the young tyrant had performed on his unwilling captives, and her hatred for this self-proclaimed Emperor grew more every day she bore witness to his cruelty.
The reborn charges in her care still held enormous chips on their shoulders (and who could blame them) from the horrors they had both seen and been submitted to. While their outer scars had healed, Nozomi doubted that many of them would be able to get over the emotional damage that had been done.
Nozomi had once stumbled upon a dying slave, left to suffer under the burning sun. The small digimon's state alone was enough to turn the strong girl to tears, but the story he told her of how he came to be that way was so much worse.
She had sat with him until the next morning, knowing all that night he would die any moment, for his wounds were far to severe to survive. He had told her of how the Digimon Emperor had captured him from his home, and forced him to perform useless and dangerous labor. He shared with Nozomi the long diagonal lashes on his back, a momento from the whip his unfeeling 'master' wielded.
He was silent for a long moment, and then he died. Nozomi watched as the creature dissolved into data in her arms, and never before had she felt so alone.
'I won't die like that.' She thought, scared. 'I won't come back. I'm not a digimon. I'll never see Elecmon or Ponymon again.'
A new wave of fear washed over her. The emperor had already struck so close, what was to stop him from destroying Primary Village? What was to stop him from destroying her?
The girl left the area at breakneck speed that night, afraid of what would await her at home.
With a sigh, Nozomi realized that she had been brooding long enough for the sun to completely set, and gathering up her things, left the garden for Primary Village.
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He liked the dark.
Not for some sadistic, emotional-scarring, 'I wasn't hugged enough in my childhood' kind of reason (even if that was a fact). Ken just thought that darkness was the most suitable kind of element for a creature to work in. No unnecessary lights to glare at you. No distractions.
The many computer screens before the young emperor bathed the boy in a harsh light. Although different sizes, each view projected the same subject: a young girl with incredibly white hair and aqua eyes. Nozomi. The tyrant had been studying this figure for quite some time, unsure what to make of this new interference.
She obviously wasn't a Digi Destined, that he had concluded some time ago, but then how did a seemingly normal girl find herself in the digital world? He'd found the answer to this intrigue, too.
She wasn't a 'girl' at all.
At least, not in the sense that she was human. Ken had managed to acquire a small strand of Nozomi's hair, which now took it's place on the screen directly in front of him. It's DNA code and digital readout constantly moving on either side of the picture. It seemed that she was a digimon. With slight human DNA.
He pounded a fist down in frustration on his chair. That was impossible. No such thing could happen. She must be some sort of anomaly in the system, a bug.
A virus.
At this thought, a cold smirk crossed the emperor's face. Virus' were not acceptable in his world. She would have to be terminated.
And so the young tyrant began making his plans, scouting out his slaves and controlled territories along the boarders of Primary Village. This 'Nozomi' was not normal, or at least, as normal as one could get in the digital world.
And for that she would have to be punished.
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Gah, I know it's short. Forgive meh. -.- The next chapter is one of my favorite so I want to make it perfect:D
And you guys are so sweet with your reviews. ;) Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. (hugs reviewers mercilessly)