Full Digi Alchemist

Chapter 6

"Final stop, Odaiba station" The pleasant female voice rung throughout the crowed train "Would all passengers please exit the carriages, this train terminates here".

The train, though hustling and bustling as passengers vacated the carriages, held one certain boy. A ball of spiky, auburn hair could barely be seen around the mass of adults, it's owner only meeting their waists. But as the crowd dissolved around him, the 9-year-old boy known as Davis Motomiya stared at the technological wonders not contained within the country he had called home for the last year.

After escaping the riots of Central City, and the escalating wall that would soon consume the country, Davis had finally made it back to his homeland. Though the streets of Central were the young alchemist's home for the last year, the young boy could still remember parts of his old life. His mechanical arm hidden beneath his jacket and sling, Davis readjusted the strap on his duffle bag and hitched it over his shoulder. Looking around at the white and grey city before him, Davis began his long walk home.

It took 9-year-old Davis a lot longer time to reach home than 8 year old Davis would have, mainly because the spiky alchemist spent a fair while looking at the sites he had forgot. Trekking up the stairs, due to the fact that he was accustomed to stairs and only stairs in Central, Davis finally made it back to his old apartment.

"Tch, no key" Davis thought to himself as he tried the locked door with no avail "Guess I need to improvise".

Making sure no one was around, Davis placed his hands together. Grabbing a piece of railing, the spiky headed youth literally tore a chunk out of the steel frame. Holding the now liquid like metal in his hand, Davis jammed the shiny blob into the keyhole. With a small flash of light, the once liquid like metal had now been transfigured into a small key, it's head the same shape of the seal that Edward has on the back of his red coat.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home" Davis called instinctively as he opened the door.

Nothingness was the child's only answer.

"Oh, right" Davis shuddered a breath.

The boy alchemist looked around the apartment. The furniture, though now placed where they originally stood, were still mangled and broken from being tossed around the room. There was a small amount of dust that lined almost everything. Memories flash through his mind as he could make out the faint stains that covered the carpets, though an attempt had been made to scrub them clean.

"Well" Davis removed his bag and jacket "Time to get to work".

From outside in the now twilight area, flashes of light could be seen from a window high above.

"There" Davis smiled as he dusted his stationary metal arm off "That should just about do it".

The apartment looked a little more hospitable now. All the furniture was returned to it's normal, perfect looking state (Though slightly smaller, thanks to the laws of equivalent balance) and were placed around the room slightly in the same fashion his second mother's apartment use to look like. The doors to the master bedroom and Jun's room had been transmuted with locks equipped to them now; Davis wasn't ready yet to deal with those memories by entering the rooms. The bloody spots that stained the carpets had been completely erased, modern detergents and scrubbing just can't hold a candle to magic like alchemy. The dust, however much Davis disliked it, was just too small and far spread to be transmuted in one fell swoop and was forced to manually dust the whole apartment. Thankfully the power was still connected to the house. But living in a realm where so much technology was non-existent, Davis had no need for energy more than a source of light.

Finding his room exactly how he left it (Messy) Davis climbed up his bed and promptly fell asleep.

Davis woke up in the early hours of the morning, dripping in a cold sweat. The nightmares of his failed attempt at human transmutation that haunted him in Central City seemed to travel with him back to his original home. Sitting up, Davis rubbed the cold, metallic appendage that was now his right arm. Even after all this time, it still ached a little. Experimenting with his control over the auto-mail now, Davis found that the metal fingers could clench into a fist, though very, very slowly.

Climbing out of bed, Davis realised, since the first time he arrived, that he was hungry. Not even daring to see what lay inside the refrigerator, the pup of the military ventured outside, this time taking the elevator (It was too early anyway) he proceeded down towards a small market that was just now opening it's doors.

Davis glanced down at the small, golden pebbles that he held in his organic hand.

"I hope this is enough, will they even accept this?" The small child asked himself as he entered the market.

About 10 minutes later, Davis holding two bags in his left hand, while the employee he had showed the gold to was happily carrying a whopping seven bags (Three in each hand and one between his teeth). Apparently not only did the gold pay for what Davis wanted, but also gave the cashier a very nifty bonus lying some where in the tens of thousands, making him very willing to help Davis in anyway the young boy asked.

"Good thing Roy isn't around" Davis thought as he loaded the new fully into the recently cleaned out fridge "He's a real stickler when it comes to the rules".

Davis was thinking back to the many times the flame alchemist would tell him that turning anything to gold for personal gain was strictly against the rules.

"What he doesn't know" Davis eyed the small balls of iron he had collected "Won't kill him".

After a quick breakfast, Davis found that he didn't really have anything to do for the day. He was instructed in his letter that he should go back to school. This didn't really appeal to Davis though, since for the last year he had been trained he had been privately tutored by the best the country had to offer with the fuhrer's son as his only study companion.

"Maybe a trip to the park" Davis thought to himself as he looked from the apartment's balcony to the grassy area of Odaiba Park.

And to the park Davis did go. Dressed in a pair of dark blue pants, a black long sleeved shirt covered with a grey, unzipped vest and a pair of grey gloves, Davis walked out of the main entrance to his building and proceeded to Odaiba park. Once at the park, Davis eyed some children around his age playing on numerous pieces of playground equipment. Davis' first instinct was to rush over there and ask if he could play with them, but something, something was holding him back. Looking at the children enjoying themselves, Davis' mind wandered back to the friends and family he had left behind, why was he the only one that had to leave? Why couldn't he stay with his friends? Why couldn't they come along with him?. These questions tore through the boy's head, and with that, he ran as fast as he could away from the playing children, the sight too much for him to bear.

Davis sighed. He was still in the park, but settled for a nice quiet spot in the shade on a bench. His metallic arm was resting on his chest in it's usual sling, while his other arm held aloft his silver pocket watch, rolling the chain between his thumb and index finger, thus making the watch spin on the spot. He continued to watch the timepiece twirl above his head, but in a flash, the watch was snatched from his fingers.

"Hey" Davis called out at the much larger child before him "That's mine".

"Tch, like I care" The larger bully said, opening the watch "Ah crap, it's not digital, how am I supposed to read this thing? I guess I'll just chuck it".

By now, Davis' blood was reaching its boiling point.

"Screw the mission," The spiky headed alchemist thought "This guy's gonna pay"

As Davis' hands neared closer and closer together, images of tree roots wrapping around the laughing bully and constricting him entered the alchemist's mind. The gloved hands were millimetres away from each other.

And then it happened.

In a flash of black and white, the bully's head jerked to the left. A few seconds later the bully had completely hit the ground, the silver watch rolling off. Getting up, the bully gasped as he saw a nasty graze on his arm and ran off wailing for his mommy.

"What in the world?" Davis watched the bully run off into the distance.

Turning back to look for his watch, the auburn haired child found the shiny clock at the feet of a larger pair of shoes than the bully had. Hesitating for a few seconds, Davis watched as a hand picked up his treasure. Looking up, Davis was met with a smiling face of an older boy, a mane of brown hair adorning his head.

"Here" The boy said, "I think this is yours".

"Thank you" Davis said.

The boy smiled and wiped his nose "No problem, that guy's always doing crap like that, a little force always puts him in his place".

"I could have handled him" Davis replied "He just looked tough, but I know tough when I see it".

"Really" The taller male said, "How about me, do you think I'm tough?".

"Hmm" Davis looked the boy top to bottom "Yeh, I guess you are".

"Alright" The boy said, extending his right hand "I'm Tai by the way, Tai Kamiya".

"Davis Motomiya" Davis made an attempt to shake to boy's hand with his own, but found it didn't move "Sorry, guess my arm's not being very compliant today".

"What happened to it?" Tai asked, forgetting about the handshake "Doesn't look too bad".

"Yeh, it's mainly trying to get the thing to move" Davis said, poking his right arm with his left "My mecha… I mean doctor says that it should be good as new in about a year's time".

"A whole year?" Tai gaped "That's worse than that time I fractured my ankle in soccer".

"Soccer?" Davis asked, obviously confused "What's that?"

"You don't know about soccer?" Tai grabbed the younger boy's wrist "Come on, I'll show you how to play the game".

"Wait" Davis released himself from his 3-year elder's grasp "You forgot the ball, I'll go get it".

"Wait" Tai yelled as Davis reached the ball "Use your feet to pick it up".

"Um, okay" Davis gave the boy a strange look.

Rolling the ball over his foot, Davis jerked his leg up and sent the ball about waist high. Quickly thinking, Davis used his knee to hit the ball up again, but found that it went too high. Quickly adjusting himself, Davis bent low and caught the ball on his head, making it lightly bounce off and fall gingerly into his waiting hand.

"Whoa" Tai gaped "You sure you haven't played before".

"Hmm" Davis stared at the ball, strange memories entered his train of thought, but quickly vanished once again "I can't remember".

"Well come on" Tai said as he led Davis out of the shadow of the bushes and onto a brightly lit soccer field.

"Tai" A female voice called out "Why'd you run off?"

"Sorry Kari" Tai rubbed the back of his head "But that bully was messing with this kid, so I went to help out".

"Oh" The girl the same age as Davis turned to the alchemist "Hello, I'm Kari, Tai's sister".

"Oh, hello" Davis said shyly, a blush forming on his cheeks "I…I brought the ball".

By pure instinct, Davis' auto-mail arm slowly held onto the ball as his left one did.

"Thank you" The brown hair girl smiled at the blushing boy "Are you playing with us? That means there's equal teams now".

"Uh…I guess" Davis said, his right grip on the ball increasing.

"That's great" Kari smiled and clapped "Come on you can be on my team".

POP

"Uh, whoops".


Yep, Davis popped the ball with his hand. After such a sad and emotional ending last chapter, I felt it was time to add a bit of humour to this story. The next chapter I'm going to skip the next 3 years, landing Davis at the same time that he became a digi-destined. Meaning that actual digimon will debuting in the next chapter. Oh, and this chapter happened a year after the apocolypsemon thing, so I'm not sure what Tai and Kari would be wearing, but I trust you all can imagine something that I'm too lazy to describe. Well, that's about it, see you next time loyal viewers – Wolvie.