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The Tamer v2.0: In His Name
Chapter 38: Processing Data
Juri sat inside the train car - or rather watched herself inside the train car. It was the strangest perception as she had no present control over her own body, but she was still able to see with her own eyes. Smell the rusted metal of the train car with her nose. Hear the sounds coming from outside. It was a horrifying sensation to not be in control, helplessly watching as whatever was controlling her used her body to do who knew what. How could this happen? Why was it happening to her? What did she do to deserve...no, she knew what she did to deserve this. It was destiny, after all. Like her partner Leomon. Like the real Takato. Like her mother. This was punishment, wasn't it?
"Agents have been deployed throughout the area for observation. Juri. Your cooperation is demanded. Please, assist with the identification of the objects so that they can be further understood," she heard herself say. The voice in her head. The one that was using her body as it saw fit. Before she could reply, her brain was racked with images. Hundreds of images all at once - all of different places, people, and things around Tokyo. It was too fast. She could barely make sense of it and she wanted to scream in agony as the images continued to fly by. It was like someone was hitting her in the head with a hammer repeatedly. Each image was another painful blow that made her feel like she was going to pass out.
"Juri. Your cooperation is demanded," the voice said again, its voice carrying heavy disapproval. That was just what she needed - to hear herself be disappointed in her. But that thought barely lasted with the pain of each image flying through her head.
"It's too much. It hurts! Please make it stop!" she thought to herself.
"Pain noted. Adjusting flow of information to accommodate human limitation," the voice answered. The images still flashed through her mind. So fast and so quick that she could feel her head about to split open from the pain. She screamed. Or tried to anyway.
"Life form identified as Juri. Material is being processed at a rate of one hundred images per millisecond. You will begin identification," the voice commanded. Her head hurt from the unbearable pain she was enduring. The images started flashing again, too fast for her to even get a good look at any of them. She just wanted it to stop. Why wouldn't it stop the pain?
"It's too fast," she whimpered again, "It hurts. It's too much. Please stop! Please!"
The voice was unamused and growled, "The frailty of your mind is noted, along with its limited processing abilities. Image processing is currently running at one percent efficiency. Reducing to zero point zero zero zero one percent efficiency. Begin identification. Now."
The images came again, this time slowly and deliberately. She wanted this pace to remain so she began naming things out of fear of earning its ire, "A motorcycle. A car. An oak tree. The Japanese flag. A police officer. Some office worker."
Was this her life now? Was this what it was like for Tamerkato? No, Tamerkato was at least able to fight off the angry motorcycle. He was able to retain some modicum of control. And she wasn't anything like him - not if even one of those stories were true. No, of course they were true. She had seen for herself how dangerous he could be first hand. She was nothing like that. So she resigned herself to her fate of identifying every image that came through her mind. At least it wasn't painful.
"Juri, why do you continue to focus on this concept of fate and destiny?" the voice asked again. Juri was unsure how to answer the question. The voice pressed, "Since you relinquished control of your body, your mind has spent approximately eighty percent of its non-vital functions ruminating on the concept of fate and destiny. Is there a reason to this?"
She supposed she did. But then what did it matter to the voice? Why would it care what she was? After she was silent, the voice pressed, "Are you by chance a fatalist?"
"Fatalist?" Juri repeated stupidly. The voice was losing its patience as it asked, "Fatalists ascribe to the doctrine of determinism - the notion that all events and actions are linked together by the causal chain of destiny or fate. Is this the reason for your obsession?"
"I...no," Juri would've shook her head if she were able to.
"And yet your mind continues to focus heavily on destiny and fate. Why is that?"
She fumbled out an answer as she spoke, "I…I'm just not sure if this was always going to happen. Ever since…I just don't know how much control I really have over anything I do. Not since…"
She paused again, trying to gather her thoughts amid the headaches and confusion. The voice spoke again and this time began by addressing, "Your thoughts have shifted to another. An older female. Perhaps an older version of yourself? No. That's incorrect, the probability is unlikely to be the root cause. A paternal figure? Yes, a paternal figure. Your mother…she passed away when you were young."
Juri didn't want to think about this. She didn't want to dwell on this subject. She didn't want to be reminded of her deceased mother or the possibility that her death was unavoidable. The world around her went dark - descending into a cold abyss until she found herself in a dim, white room that smelled of antiseptic. The room seemed so large…no, she was small. She looked down at her hands and found that they were moving under her control. She was in control again. How? How was this possible? And why was she so small?
"What is this?" she murmured, looking around the room. The curtains were drawn to block out the light, but she could still make out the vague outline of someone there. Her father? Yes, her father - standing somberly over a bed. A hospital bed. Juri's blood froze, her heart stopping in her chest, and the fear came back, "What's happening? How am I here?"
"This is a memory," the voice replied, "We are examining your memories carefully to determine the source of your fatalist attitude."
"No!" Juri shrieked out loud. She didn't want to relive this. Not this. Not this day. She didn't want to relive this horrible moment. Anything but this.
"Mommy's not coming home, sweetheart," her father said quietly, without looking away from the person lying on the bed. It was then that Juri noticed the arm hanging limply from under the sheets. She'd forgotten about it - how cold and lifeless it seemed to be. She'd been too busy dreading the other parts of this memory - and it only served to make it worse. She wanted to plead with him, to stop this memory from continuing, "Dad, please don't."
"I'm sorry, Juri," her dad said, putting a hand on her head. In any other situation, it would've been comforting. But here. It just made her feel patronized - her father wasn't thinking about her in his grief. His apology was hollow - he was just talking to keep himself from collapsing into tears and breaking down further. Her father added, "Maybe that's just how things were meant to be. Maybe that was her destiny. She just wasn't strong enough."
"Destiny?" she repeated from memory. Her father answered, "Destiny is something no one can run from. It catches up to us in the end. And it's the destiny of all things to die. It was just her time. Her destiny to die."
"There is truth to your father's words," the voice spoke, "Death is a fact of life."
Juri shivered, "I don't want to remember this."
"Your mother died. What part of that bothers you?" the voice demanded, "It would seem your fixation on destiny could be due to the realization of your own mortality - a subject matter that often afflicts life forms with feelings of intense distress. It would appear that the reason for this fixation is that you never properly learned to deal with this distress and therefore fixated on destiny or fate as a rationalization. However your rationalization only served to hinder you from achieving your true potential."
Juri tried to tune this all out. She didn't want to hear this anymore. She didn't want to be a part of this. Her father turned to face her. She remembered the stoic look on his face trying to hold back tears and emotion. He didn't have that this time. He didn't have anything. It was just a horrifically blank face. Then the skin began to tear itself apart where its mouth would've been - and inside was an endless sea of horribly misshapen eyes that spoke to her in her own voice, "It is fact, Juri. All things will die. You were born to die. That is your ultimate fate. There is no reason to fear it. You may even find liberation in accepting that!"
She could think of several reasons right now why she should be very afraid of what was in front of her. The inhuman movements of the mouthlike hole wasn't helping anything, "Rejoice in your mortality. There is no reason to cling to life. Instead, use your life in service to a greater good. Serve your purpose, Juri. Death is your destiny, regardless. But you are not there yet. There is still time to do some good with your life."
This thing was not good at making compelling arguments. In fact, she couldn't focus on anything it was saying because of how terrified she was. All she wanted was for all of this to stop.
"Let us resume," its voice echoed.
Cyberdramon, Rapidmon, and Taomon attacked the bird creatures with everything they had but none of it mattered. The damn things moved too quickly to hit and the ones they could hit barely seemed affected by their attacks. Even with the relevant upgrades to their speed and strength, all they were really managing to do was just barely keep up with them. And worst of all was the fact that they were endless.
The soldiers below still held their ground, firing skyward into the flocks although it was anyone's guess if they were actually hitting anything. Military vehicles came in to reinforce their line: tanks fired their cannons into the sky while gunners emptied their machine guns. However, the attacks were accomplishing nothing against the endless flock of bird creatures soaring out of the mess. The few hits that made their mark weren't doing any good.
"What are these dumb things even doing? They're not attacking!" Rapidmon pointed out angrily, frustrated that their efforts were pointless and beginning to think their passivity was mocking in nature. Taomon gestured at a few of them that were sitting idly and explained, "They're scouts. Spies gathering information for that...thing. Once it has what it needs, it'll attack us with everything it has."
"Oh great. Because these guys being tough to hurt wasn't bad enough," Rapidmon groaned, still firing his barrage endlessly. Cyberdramon latched onto one of the birds and dragged it across the side of the building - managing to at least scratch the surface layer of its body but otherwise barely hurting it, "Less lip! More hit!"
Once he ran out of building, he threw the bird with all his might straight into another bird, only to watch them bounce off each other and continue on like nothing happened. Cyberdramon growled, "Why isn't this working? Why won't they break? WHY WON'T THEY DIE!? KILL! KILL! KILL!"
"Hey Ryo! You're not stewing in your anger again, are you?" Henry called out to him. Ryo's fists tightened as he grumbled, "Sorry, it's just...I know that Tamer is involved in this somehow! I just know he's responsible. Either he knew and he let it happen, or he caused it."
"We don't know that for sure!" Henry reasoned with him, "And even if he is responsible, getting angry won't do us any good unless you plan on letting Cyberdramon run around on a rampage throughout the city!"
Rika punched him in the shoulder, "He's right! So calm down, Ryo!"
"Right, right," he nodded sheepishly, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down but knowing that he wasn't going to be able to let go of the fact that this was all Tamer's fault. He needed to calm down. Calm down. Just breathe.
BOOM!
While he'd been trying to calm himself, a tank rolled up beside them and fired its cannon up at the flock of birds. It missed of course, the shell soaring through the air and hitting the red mass where it exploded loudly. It was hard to calm down when guns were firing away all around them. Soldiers ran past them with guns, firing away at the flock of birds and one of them shouted, "Hey! You kids get out of here! Itami! Get these kids out of here!"
A young man ran up to them and tried ushering them back, "You heard him kids. Scram! Come on!"
"Are you kidding? We just had this discussion!" Rika groaned in disbelief, "Why can't you guys just let us do our thing? Hell, we're doing a better job than you guys are! Those are our partners up there fighting that damn thing and you want us to leave?"
The soldier looked down at her with wide eyed surprise, shaking his head as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, "I'm sure. Now let's go!"
He grabbed a hold of Henry before he had time to protest and he tried to carry them away from the fighting. Thinking quickly, Ryo kicked the soldier in the shin so that he dropped both of them, "Run!"
The soldier cursed as he massaged his leg, barking for help from the other soldiers in his unit. Realizing the trouble they were in, Rika and Henry raced after Ryo down the street with some soldiers running after them. Henry had a small chance to look up at their partners and shout, "Guys! There's too many soldiers here! We have to go!"
"I am a warrior! I do not retreat!" Cyberdramon howled back at the top of his lungs, "They run from me! I will make them fear me!"
"Hostile! Incoming! Ten o'clock high!" one of the soldiers shouted, raising his rifle to target the digimon. Ryo shouted out at him, "Cyberdramon! We need to go! Now!"
"I can do this!" Cyberdramon roared back. The first few shots were fired and hit the Ultimate in the back. He roared in anger and turned on the soldiers. Ryo pleases with him again, "Don't attack! Cyberdramon! We need to go! Don't make it worse and attack humans!"
"Attack them!? They're attacking me!" the ultimate level dragon protested in anger at being ignored. There was no time. He wasn't going to listen. Taomon wasted no time and slammed her brush against the dragon's head - not quite knocking him out but giving him some context for their situation. He growled in agreement, "Fine! We'll go!"
The soldiers continued to fire upon the digimon until Taomon descended and used her brush to draw a magical field around - creating a bubble that lifted them up into the air and away from the fighting. They fled from the fighting, retreating across the city and away from soldiers charging into battle as citizens ran in terror. And ever direction they looked was filled with those bird things flying in every conceivable direction to block every route of escape. Eventually, Rika pointed out a clear alley, "There!"
"Going!" Taomon agreed, setting them in the alley. The moment they were free, Ryo groaned and kicked over a garbage can, "This is a mess. How can we stop this thing if every new soldier that shows up starts shooting at us?"
"Well what else are we supposed to do? We'll just have to keep explaining that we're there to help and hope we don't keep getting dragged away," Henry reasoned. Rapidmon sighed, "Yeah, easy for you to say when you're not the one getting shot at."
"Excuse me…are you kids…uh, what was it again?"
They looked off to the side to see a young woman with short brown hair wearing a black suit. She was young, possibly in her mid twenties, and didn't look at all like any of the government agents they'd become used to seeing in the last few days. However, she did have a gun holstered on her belt and they could see a red armband with a leaf symbol around her left shoulder. She reach into her coat pocket to retrieve a notepad and read aloud from it, "Found it. Are you guys Jiangliang…Lee…Ruki…Izumi? Wait, I mean Makino! No, it's Nonaka!? Man, my handwriting really does suck. Forget that. And…Ryo Akiyama. Well, at least one of you has a normal name. Anyway, are you them?"
They looked between each other and this strange woman dressed in a her formal black suit. She dressed like the government agents but she didn't carry herself like one. Hell, she was probably barely older than their teacher. Henry raised an eyebrow, "That depends. Who are you?"
"Let's see: cautious, orange vest, skeptical…that would make you Jiangliang," the woman rattled off. Rapidmon leaned into his partner, "Wow, she's got your number."
"Yeah, and I bet the giant green robot rabbit didn't have anything to do with it," Henry fired back. The woman flicked closed her notebook, "Nah, it was completely the digimon. Which make you Ryo and you Ruki. Anyway, I need you all to come with me."
"Go with you? You haven't even told us who you are!" Ryo practically shouted at her. The woman snickered, "You're right, I didn't. My name's not important. What is important is who I represent: Burnt Leaf. We've been keeping an eye on you kids for a while. Well, most of you. You've been missing for a while Mister Akiyama and we had a hell of a time tracking you down. Imagine our surprise when you showed up out of the blue one day. Or should I say flash of light?"
"Is it amazing how little that explains?" Taomon pointed out. The woman laughed, "You can address me as M if it means so much to you."
"You're from that organization," Rika gasped, pointing at her arm band, "Burnt Leaf."
"Yeah, I just said that," M answered.
"You know who she is, Rika?" Ryo asked her. Rika nodded and went on, "They got mentioned once in that book. The unpopular one. Last time it was a guy named Hokage. So who are you?"
"He's my boss. He's kinda tied up with this mess so I'm here instead," M explained, "We've been slowing down Hypnos' attempts to track you kids and hindering them wherever we could. But we're kind of in a tough spot at the moment. So I'm here to escort you back to the Hypnos Program."
"Wait, if you've been hindering them - why are you taking us to them?" Taomon asked. M motioned for them to follow and said, "I'll tell you on the way. And can you guys shrink down for crying out loud? You three stand out like sore thumbs."
Cyberdramon looked ready to pounce but was held back by Taomon, though this didn't stop Rapidmon from trying to throw a piece of garbage at the woman. Sadly, he missed by a mile and the woman kept on walking.
Ryo looked at Rika for some kind of explanation, unsure if they could trust the new woman. It didn't help that she looked just as weary of the new woman as he did. He scratched his head, "Well, Rika. You're the expert on that book. Do we trust her?"
"Tamer did," Rika folded her arms, "In the book, he trusted them…well…he was going to trust them. The book got trippy in that part - something about the future and the past and multiple meetings. It was weird."
"Okay, but can we trust them?" Ryo repeated, trying to wrap his head around the explanation. Rika paused for a moment, putting her hand to her chin and becoming contemplative, "What choice do we have?"
Ryo didn't like that answer, "We have plenty of choices!"
Taomon patted Rika on the head, "I say we follow her. If The Digimon Tamer trusted them, then that's enough for me."
"You know we don't share your optimism, right?" Rapidmon pointed out. Taomon stifled a laugh, "I suppose not. All the same, I'm going."
"Wherever Taomon goes, I go," Rika agreed. M called back, "If you're coming, please shrink your partners down! They can't fit in the SUV like this."
Impmon ran all night, like he'd never fled before. He'd seen enough horrible things in the Digital World to know he didn't want to be anywhere near that thing. Not after what he'd seen in the memory - a lifetime of knowing nothing he did would matter because he was simply a plaything for the universe at large. He knew it was the other guy's memory, not his, but it blurred so seamlessly with his own memories that he wasn't entirely sure of that fact.
Was he even Impmon? Yes, of course he was. There was no doubt about that.
But again the memories came back to haunt him and he couldn't drown them out. Not after he'd fought the last monster in a fit of rage and lost terribly. What frustrated him the most was knowing that all of his acquired strength and skill amounted to nothing. That big lummox wiped the floor with him and then the others had to step in to save him!
Why? Why wasn't it enough? Was he just doomed to be a failure like this? He hated it. And he hated himself just as much. No he wasn't a failure. He knew that much.
It was Ai and Mako's fault. Who else would it be? If they had just been better partners. If they would quit bickering for five minutes. None of this would've happened. Maybe things would have been different. They could have been different. Maybe dwelling on their memory was what brought him to their home - some kind of subconscious act .
Unfortunately he didn't realize where he was going until he was already there - at the tree just over their backyard where he could look down at them. They were busy playing without a care in the world. Did they even know what was going on in the city right now? Probably not. They were just kids after all - they couldn't even understand the concept of sharing.
They were playing with a stuffed teddy bear and going about their day like two loving siblings. That was odd. They weren't fighting over the teddy bear. In fact, they were playing some kind of pretend space adventure game with the teddy bear playing the part of an evil space pirate. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Nope. It was real. They were sharing their toy.
He should've been proud. He wanted to feel pride. But the only emotion welling up inside of him was anger. Jealousy. Rage that he hadn't been treated with the same kindness. Now they were sharing? Now they were getting along!? What!? Was he not good enough? Did he not deserve that kindness!?
"Ai! Mako!" their mother called, "Come inside! It's snack time!"
Yeah, they definitely didn't know. Their mother was busy making them snacks. That definitely meant they had no idea what kind of danger they were in. They cheered and rushed back inside, giving him the opportunity to leap down over to where they'd left their teddy lying on the grass. Impmon examined it bitterly, annoyed that it had been treated with such respect and care. He wished he could've had that, and the anger welled up inside until he found himself kicking the doll repeatedly in a fit of anger. Then he stopped, realizing how to stupid he was being. He almost had to laugh.
Was this what he was reduced to? Taking out his frustration on stuffed animals? It made him want to kick the doll again in anger. But that would just prove the point wouldn't it? Still, he kicked the doll anyway. He wanted to have some control over his life. To feel like he wasn't some play thing for the world to use as it pleased - jokes it seemed.
"Impmon?" Mako's little voice called out. He looked up from the doll and saw the little boy standing at the sliding glass door with a half eaten banana in hand. His eyes widened with excitement, "Ai! Impmon's back!"
Impmon wanted to run, but his legs refused to move - either from fear or from shock, he knew he was unable to leave. Then Ai, Mako's slightly older sister poked her head out from behind the glass door - crumbs and chocolate smeared all over her face. Her face lit up with a smile and she cheered, "Impmon! It's you! You're back! Just in time because we're having snacks!"
She ran back inside and returned holding a bowl of assorted fruit slices, crackers, and chocolate cookies. Impmon looked at the bowl quietly, then back up at the two kids who seemed excited by the prospect that he had finally returned. He didn't know what to say to them. He expected anger, anguish, sadness…something - hell, he'd even settle to listening to them argue for a few minutes over who would get to play with him first. But they didn't.
They must've noticed his unease because both of their faces turned grim. Ai sheepishly asked, "Are you still mad at us?"
He blinked, surprised that they'd even considered that. Mako nodded in agreement, "That's why you ran away the first time, right? You were mad at us for always fighting and never getting along. That's why you ran away."
There was a lot to unpack there - the biggest thing was the fact that they'd realized it perfectly without him needing to spell it out for them. Ai set the bowl down on the ground in front of him, "We're sorry Impmon. Please don't be mad anymore."
He wasn't sure how to respond to any of this. Mostly because this show of humility was completely foreign to him. Still, watching them apologize and practically ready to cry made him realize how guilty he felt. He didn't want to be responsible for hurting anyone else - not even their feelings - so he quietly took one of the sliced apples and started munching. After he swallowed the first bite, he apologized, "I'm...sorry I left."
"No, we're sorry. It's our fault," Ai answered, hanging her head quietly, "We didn't mean to make you run away. We just wanted to play with you. And we scared you away. We're sorry."
"We promise we won't fight anymore so please don't leave again!" Mako added pleadingly. Impmon continued to quietly eat the apple. He didn't want to promise that. What if he had to leave? What if they started fighting again? He couldn't bring himself to be responsible for hurting anyone else. But he also didn't want to leave - not when he knew what was out there. And if he left...what would happen to Mako and Ai? These two kids all the way on the edge of the city, far away from everything that was going on. The world was ending just a few miles away and they probably had no idea. Hell, their parents had probably avoided telling them just to keep them from panicking.
The thought of their scared, crying faces compelled him to answer, "Okay."
He didn't want to agree to stay, but right now he didn't care. All he wanted was to forget about the past, forget about all his problems…to start over. He picked up the bowl of snacks and offered it back to the two kids.
Takeru and the rest of the digimon made their way up the hill, listening to the loud noise on the other side. It was like a roar of thunder, accompanied by strong winds and dark clouds swirling overhead. They weren't sure what the commotion was - all they knew was that whole sections of the Digital World were abandoned - as if everyone had left. And then the noise came in the distance, like a low distant rumble accompanied by flashes of light in the distance.
As the reached the top of the hill, they found themselves looking over what could only be called a massive battlefield occupied by countless digimon. It was crazy enough when they saw the mega level MetalSeadramon and WarGreymon in the mix, but then they saw hundreds of them. Countless MetalSeadramon and WarGreymon among a sea of mega level digimon fighting some amorphous red blob that covered the Digital World.
And the red blob was winning. It didn't matter how many digimon threw their strongest attacks at it - the red mass would either eat the attack or retaliate with a blast of red fire. It was like trying to fight a rising tide of a blazing fire - everything they could do either did nothing or made it stronger.
Takeru's heart sank at the sight of it. No, that wasn't right. It froze - stopped in terror. This…this was not something he'd ever thought to be prepared for. This was something years of experience could not prepare him for. All the other enemies they had faced in the past could at least be understood - Apocalymon, Myotismon, Devimon. This…this was like a force of nature.
He wanted to help. He needed to help. But this…this was beyond him. He'd never seen so much death, despair, and carnage in one place. He froze as he realized he didn't know what to do. The other digimon seemed just as lost and scared by the sight before them. After all, there were countless mega level digimon fighting and they were doing nothing against it. What good would a few more do? How could they save the Digital World when the only thing they had to offer was just a drop of water in a bucket that was failing.
He would have to be like The Digimon Tamer. He would need to be unpredictable. But how could he outwit or outthink something that was so alien, he wasn't even sure it was alive? As he tried to process what he was looking at, a flash of light beside him alerted him to the arrival of a more than welcome sight, "TK!"
"Tamer!" he called out, still trying to make sense of what was going on, "What the hell is going on?"
Tamer took one look around them and answered grimly, "You just answered your own question there, Takeru."
"Tamer! What is all this?" Gatomon demanded angrily. Tamer sighed and gestured around them, "Death. And hell is following it. That's not hyperbole either - that thing is death! Literally! It exists to destroy Digital Life!"
"So are you just going to talk all pretentious or are you going to do anything helpful?" Gomamon asked, "Seriously...your talk is more obnoxious that Izzy!"
"Take that back!" Tentomon smacked him across the back of the head. Gomamon groaned in pain until Palmon lifted them both up into the air, "Focus guys! Tamer's here! That means trouble! Pay attention! I want to see Mimi!"
"First he's got to drop the metaphors!" Gatomon complained.
"That wasn't a metaphor," Tamer pointed at the red mass the countless digimon were fighting, "That thing...the Ancients had a couple of names for it. Death was one of them. Found out it's name is the D-Reaper…kinda anti-climactic really. Sorry, lost focus. Back to the subject! This thing. It's in the Real World now."
"How? You need a digivice to travel between worlds!" Takeru asked in disbelief, holding up his digivice to emphasize his point. Tamer waved a finger, "There's more than one wat to cross the boundary. And I think this one might be my fault."
"Because of course it is," Gatomon threw up her hands in disgust. Tamer's shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his head sheepishly, "Yeah. Anyway, the human World is in trouble. More trouble than the Digital World. The Digital World has all powerful digimon. The human world doesn't...I...look, they need your help."
"Deal!" Veemon spurted our quickly, until he was pulled back by both Gatomon and Palmon, "Are you crazy?"
"I'm in too!" Wormmon nodded. Now he was the one getting looks as Gomamon turned his head, "Really?"
"Yeah, I figured you guys would put up more of a fight that," Tamer admitted sheepishly. Veemon wriggled free enough to add, "We all know what you're going to shay. You need ush to go back to the human world and help shave it. I'm in. I want to shee Davish again!"
"I...Huh...anyone object?" Tamer stumbled, obviously taken aback by the sudden change of heart of the digimon. Takeru watched the remaining digimon confer quietly amongst themselves until Gomamon asked, "And this isn't a trick?"
"No...why would it be?" Tamer shook his head, offended by the accusation.
"You do have a habit of using us," Gomamon said accusingly. He had a point there and Tamer didn't seem to know how to answer that one, "You have a point. I'm not going to force any of you to do something you don't want to-"
Takeru cut him off, "No, I think it's time we headed back. If the others are in trouble then it's time I was there with them. That we were there with them. Before it's too late."
"By the way, what's going on with the other guys? Those kids you were with?" Armadillomon asked. Tamer raised up his digivice, "Yeah…we're not exactly talking right now. Which is kinda the reason I'm getting you guys."
"Oh, did they finally smarten up?" Gatomon hissed. Tamer's shoulders slumped, "Truth is…everything I touch has a habit of going from bad to worse. But they need help. I don't want to get involved because what if it ends up hurting them? But you guys? Not only could you help them, they'd probably love the chance to fight alongside you!"
"We're more interested in seeing our partners," Armadillomon pointed out, earning a cavalcade of nods from the other digimon. Wormmon added, "Besides, it sounds like you just want to use us."
"That's not it!" Tamer insisted, pausing again to take a breath, "Look, how about this? I'll just bring you guys to your partners in the Real World. If you guys don't want to fight, you're free to choose not to. You can just be with your partners. Deal?"
The digimon looked between themselves and nodded in agreement, "Alright!"
"Okay," Tamer held out his digivice, "Next stop! The Human World! Digiport Open!"
Author's Notes: The digimon partners are on their way back to the digidestined! Will they finally agree to help their partners or will it all be for naught? Where is M taking Rika, Henry, and Ryo? And what will happen between Impmon and the two siblings? Find out all this and more in the next chapter of The Tamer v2.0 - In His Name due out next Friday February 14th at 8 PM CST. Let me know what you guys think in the reviews section! And hey, don't forget to follow the story to keep up with all the latest updates and favorite the story to show support! That's all for now! Let's look at previews for the next chapter!
"Why are we here?" Rika asked, gazing out the towers that had been the center of the Hypnos Program. The woman unlocked the doors and they flew open of their own accord, "Burnt Leaf policy is to make sure everyone gets to where they need to be when they need to be there."
"And that answers my question how?" Rika asked. The woman smiled her biggest possible smile before pushing her out onto the street, "Don't think too much about it. Just do whatever comes natural."