Greymon: King of the Monsters.

By Sonfaro

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- - - Tuesday

Windy City's like the capital of the desert regions.

That's because it's the only actual city within my sector. All the other settlements are just that. Settlements. There's that traveling Desert boat that comes by every now and again, but very rarely do I ever see any large scale desert dwellings quite like Windy City.

I've packed a couple of bones in my sack for planting. They'll grow into some fine meat if we get any rain. I use the rest of my digi-dollars to buy a nice rug with a picture of an Ancient Greymon. Ah Ancient Greymon, father of all.

I'm taking my time by the water hole. There are lots of champions here. Some Centarumon, Shiisamon, ect. But none of them are Greymon. No, I'm the only Greymon still around these parts I'll bet. I bend and take a sip out of the fountain, showing off some of my muscular physique.

"That's the 'mon that saved the Digital world?"

A couple of distraught looking Koromon are lounging around the pool as well. They keep looking at me. Keep eating your vitamins kids. One day you'll be like the old Grey skull.

"Yes."

The little one frowns a little. "He's a lot bigger than I imagined."

I swell up with pride, but say nothing. This kind of reaction obviously comes with the territory. Being a full-fledged Greymon certainly has some perks around here.

"Taller?"

"No. Just wider, in the gut. His helmets kind of small for a Greymon isn't it? "

"No it's about right. I heard he just digivolved last night. His antlers aren't fully grown yet…"

I want to blast the two little miscreants to kingdom come. But I stop myself. I'm an adult now. I should act accordingly. Eavesdropping at the water hole is rather childish anyway. If they want your help, they'll ask you.

"…and you know what they say about small antlers."

I grunt and move away.

That is apparently their cue to approach me. I don't feel like dealing with them now, but this isn't the first time I've been asked to deal with a situation. As Agumon, I'll often be approached by In-training and fresh levels (And even some rookies sometimes) to deal with nearby threats. Often I can handle it. But if I can't, I'll simply alert Davis and the others to come in and help. But I'm no longer and Agumon.This will be my first time helping a problem as a Greymon. Alone.

I like the sound of that.

"We have a problem sir."

"Look, it's just Greymon kids."

The little one looks incredulous. "Kids!"

"Now, now…"

"Who is he calling kids…"

"He didn't know dear."

She glares at me, the likes of which I haven't seen since Biyomon. "For you're information 'young man', I have been a Koromon since before you were hatched!"

I blink. Wow. Freezers. Digimon who refused to Digivolve. Why didn't I see this coming? For whatever subconscious reason, they never evolve, often remaining their in-training form years after they've matured. Two of them. Must be from the village over the ridge. A good ten or twelve miles off.

"What do you want short rump?"

An old insult Gabumon used to give me when we were freshies. It still grates the nerves of many a Koromon today. Especially the little one. She looks like she wants to latch onto my face and suck the life out of me. Her friend steps in to mediate.

"We have a problem in our village, and we were wondering if you could help us."

They want my help. These two? Weren't they just talking about my antlers? I shake my head and continue.

"What does the job entail?"

"Village protection, and look out for a few days."

The little one growls at me. "And staying away from our women!"

I grunt. "Yeah. Like I'm really going to go chasing after a bunch of Koromon."

"Don't get to big for your skin just yet little man!"

Ouch. Aw man. Yolei would have a field day with this one. Short and feisty. Not really how I'd like my gals to be.

They work out some details with me. Strange things going down at the village. In need of a champion form… for cheap. I suppose that's me. Greymon for hire. The Koromon hop on my head and point me in the direction of their village.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

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Authors Note: Ah, the plot thickens. Greymon attempts to show off and is drafted for his efforts. What do the Koromon of the nearby village really want? And what about Greymon's gut feeling? And why does the little one remind him of Biyomon. Who is the little one for that matter. And one more thing...

Why did Gabumon call our orange friend 'short rump'?

Find out on WENDESDAY. You're not going to believe this.

- Sonfaro.