Chapter 1: Epilogue
It's a normal snowy February morning in Odaiba High, with a dark silver sky and a completely white ground hiding all colors from everyone's eyes. The light cold wind scratches people's faces outside, making them rush into their classes with none of the cheer that colors and warms the teenage's heart on the beginning of Spring. It would be definitely Winter in Japan, but after the events of seven weeks ago all around the globe, in everyone's mind the feeling of survival burns their thoughts as hell could do.
Not once, but twice did the digital world interfere in the human's life. People from all over the globe are just trying to understand and overcome the events of New Year's Eve. There is, for a fact, a really close world from our own, and there's nothing they could do about it yet but move on with their lives.
The identity of those who were involved in the battles were kept unknown, due to the fact that all the records were deleted by a magnetic field that involved the orb during the past war. All people could say was that they were kids, teenagers, many of them from many countries helping creatures claiming they come from a digital universe.
Although the Holiday's event didn't quite destroy many in this world, the digital one was burned into ashes. The many kids and teenagers that helped one more time keeping both planets safe were now working hard on rebuilding the digital world itself, the bridge between the two planets and eradicating all and every information people could ever have about Digimon and Digidestined's life.
Everyday portals from many countries are being opened and closed, some of them to allow humans and Digimons getting into the digital orb to work, others just cutting of the possible connections between both sides of the portals. Slowly, over the past weeks balance is being restored back from pieces. And with time, many stories started to come up about Digimons that died during the many conflicts in 2002, progressively showing up as eggs in the nurseries.
Even though peace is being reestablished, there's a legion of Digimons convinced that the human influence just keeps trouble alive in the digital world. Taking control of the still remaining black towers' area, they engage battles against groups of Digidestined that travel into their world to restore it, sometimes giving them a hard time to rebuild the destroyed areas. And as if all of those stuff were not just enough, the events on Valentine's Day last week also broke into Japan as a digital bomb. They really needed to rush things up reestablishing peace one more time, before another one of those blasting events occurred again.
The Digidestined from Japan were definitely having a bad 2003's start.
"Ahhhhh!" A dark-brown haired teenager yawned as he stared at his first math test after the Holiday's break. He turned his eyes to see outside the window, watching sadly as snowflakes fall slowly from the sky, accepting that this weather could easily kill him.
"I could easily trade this test for days working hard at the digital world…" Wondering what was he doing in a math class, Taichi started reflecting about what happened in his life since Christmas Eve. "Hell" He thought.
"Although we're doing our best for both worlds, many of us are just back on tracks from their own lives. Daisuke is back to school, just as Takeru, Hikari, Miako and Ken… He is on the soccer team, working hard for the next Odaiba Gym League starting on Spring" He started thinking about his friends and how their lives are at that moment. "And he's just trying harder to have girls staring at him". He laughed in silence.
"Hikari is in love with as many forms of art she can be, such as taking pictures, writing poetry and typing videos for school. She has really grown up from all of these! As for Miako, I see her all the time with her friends in our practices now. I guess she and her friends are huge fans of soccer players, although she's a geek too. Sometimes I can see a Mimi mixed with a Koushiro on her." The guy stared at the test once more, trying to find something that could catch his attention and stop wondering around, worthless.
"Ken studies in another school, but he's usually hanging out with the younger Digidestined. He still plays soccer though he's also focused on doing good stuff for society. Maybe he believes he owes it after what happened to him." Thinking about the younger part of the group was hard, since he didn't know much about many of them but only what he learned by working with them lately. "Iori is someone I don't get too much in touch with, but I know he is a very smart boy, who studies a lot and play some really good Kendo, and now he's following Koushiro's steps in informatics. Sometimes he hangs out with us, but usually he just talks to Koushiro or Joe, the smart ones I guess." One more time he glanced at the questions that filled the paper right in front of him, wondering if he could just leave it and run out of that class. Staring at his wristwatch, he assumed that it would be worthless to leave, since he could only do something after the others could meet him.
"Takeru is a brilliant boy. He's dedicated to writing stuff about us on his free time trying to come up with a book draft, so he could join the Writer's Club next year. Boy, those kids are such grown-ups. He started his work creating a possible future for us, based on the memories of what we lived in the past three years, which sometimes I think is a little too crazy. Like Miako's marriage to Ken, which was a prank in revenge for her fooling around with him about Hikari." The young guy opened up a smile recording all he has read about him and his friends' future. "At least he was kind all by not marrying Davis with my sister." He moved his eyes to face a blond guy just sitting right beside him, receiving a negative look for any request for answers about the test.
"I mean, it is for sure easier to imagine Yamato as a boxer but an astronaut. I believe he wrote that in respect for some of his child fantasies with his brother." He laughed silently picturing him once more leaving to Mars, as Takeru's story just tells. "Yamato is still playing with his band, which has a lot of fans now and leave no time for his friends, but he shows up when he can to help us out." Moving his eyes again to face another known person, a girl sitting on the other side of the class.
"Sora as a designer... That's hard to picture as well. I've known her since forever, and I'm sure I can't put her and fashion in the same room." Suddenly he felt something hit his stomach as his thoughts guided him to another fight with her if she could only read his mind. "Oh! Not that I'm saying she has no sense of fashion, for god's sake! She'd kill me! And we've had enough of each other last year..." He once again felt a disturbance hitting him, allowing some memories from all over last year to show up on his mind, and quickly sending them away. "Whatever! She still plays tennis, but now she developed some taste for manual work, such as helping her mother with her flowers, drawing stuff, but not clothes. She's also helping Hikari with some of her pictures too." He tried to calm his nerves down. "She's still dating Yamato, and from what I know, which is not much, they are a very happy couple". He forced himself to get bored one more time by remembering him where he was now.
He yawned once again, calling his teacher's attention."Taichi, focus on your test please!"
By that, Sora noticed him staring at her and laughed in silence.
"Koushiro is working hard on his computer since all the trouble we faced, trying to guide us into all the areas that we're needed in the digital world, and hacking every system possible to erase all information anyone could have about us. Although the link between both worlds were established thanks to our friend Blackwargreymon, he is also working on the stability and safety of the bridges between them with Miako and some other computer Digidestined geeks. I do believe Takeru was right putting him as a computer programmer. I can't see him differently." Once again he moved his thoughts from his friends away and read all the questions from his text. He tried to guess some of the answers by spying on Yamato's text, writing them down in the blank spaces that filled his exam. Feeling bored once again by a mix of numbers that make his mind dizzy, he flew once more.
"Joe-Senpai just got into the best Preparatory High School for Medical School, and as always, he spends his 24 hours studying, even if he has to do it on the back of Ikkakumon. But something has got into him, and now he's showing up a little more often than before." One more time he was interrupted, this time by the sound of dragging chairs from students that already finished the text.
"Mimi-chan is now heading back to Japan. After the Malomyotismon incident, their parents figured out that Digimon breaks could happen all over the world, and Japan is just close to family. She's probably going to study at the same school as all of us, and I trully believe she'll turn into one of our celebrity girls. Even if there are many beautiful girls in our school, for example Mai, the girl I've been sort of going out from the Tennis Club, Mimi could easily make them vanish." Wondering if his thoughts were just going in the wrong direction, he told himself "No, I'm not in love with her."
Once more, the guy faced his test, now trying to find some excuse to leave class and not receiving a zero.
"Yeah, see me now trying to do a simple test and try picturing me as a diplomat" He thought playfully. "I'm just Taichi Yagami, the captain of the soccer team from school, who tries his best to run away from math class and find his way to any other one that's not related to numbers. Unlike my friends, I'm no artist, but I always try helping my sister, or watch to some of Yamato's rehearsals. As my friends Sora and Yamato, I'm trying to get into college, but I think I'll have to try way beyond my best to make it, so I swear I'll study for my next test. But for now, I'm leaving…"
He dragged back his chair and stood up, handing his text over his teacher and heading towards the door. Today is going to be a hard working day, and he could feel it.