Hey guys, Lunamon810 here. With chapter two of The Digi Days. I like the story so far, I have it planned out more than I did Crest of Trust, that's for sure. I also like my characters. Anyway, enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.

Claimer: I do own Keyani and Dylan.

"Hmph, do what you want, see if I care." I said, looking away from my little sister, who whined unhappily. I'd been stuck with the job of helping babysit her at the park with my brother Jaden, who was a year younger than me. My little sister was six years old, eight years younger. She'd been begging to try the monkey bars, though I knew she'd get hurt. I finally gave up and told her to do whatever, and she ran off, though unhappy with how I told her she could happy to be given permission.

"It's a bit too hot out for that jacket, don't you think Dylan?" Jaden asked me, and I shook my head, looking away. I didn't care how hot it was, I wasn't taking off my jacket. Jaden poked my shoulder, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes, uncaringly raising one eyebrow.

"I was thinking, maybe later when we get home, do you wanna play some Battle Breakers II with me?" I sighed and shook my head.

"I don't play those games anymore, they're too easy." Between Jaden, Albany, which was my little sister's name, and my parents, I was constantly being bugged to try to do things. I prefered to stay in my room, playing my video games, listening to my music. The only reason they convinced me to baby sit is because I was being paid, and I needed money for video games and music. And saving up for my car so the day I graduated high school I could hightail it out of this broken town.

"Maybe a different game?" He asked hopefully, and I shook my head, closed my eyes. Then it felt as if the bench fell out from under me, opening a gigantic hole, because what do you know, I was falling. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down, seeing the ground far below me, but coming up at an alarming rate. I prepared for the impact, and managed to keep my balance upon landing. I straightened up, and at first I thought fire was being shot at me. I blinked hard, realizing it had eyes and a stitched looking mouth.

"What the... What are you?"

"I'm DemiMeramon!" I jerked my head back, blinking harder, realizing it was talking. A talking flame with blue eyes. This was definitely normal.

"You wanna explain what a DemiMeramon is? And where I am? And how I got here?"

"I'm a digimon, which is short for digital monster! You're in the digital world, you got here because Azulongmon brought you here. Well, kind of anyways.

"Azulongmon." I said flatly. "That sounds like something out of some failure of a kid's TV show. Why was I 'brought here'? And how do I get back?"

"To save the digiworld! This world is made up of data, and it's being corrupted! You have to help us! I'm your partner." The thing grinned at me. It grinned at me. "You can't go back until Azulongmon sends you back after you help us!"

"Is this some kind of joke or something? There's no such thing as a digital world. The only world there is is my world, ya know. Earth. Outer space. Mars, Venus. The Sun, the moon. Joke's over, now I'd like to be back at the park with my pain-in-the-butt siblings."

"You're not very nice," It pouted. "But that's alright, as long as you save us."

"Listen, Demi-whatever-mon," I said, glaring. "I'm not saving anyone. This doesn't affect me. You can save yourselves or die trying. That's what normal people have to do." I turned and started to walk away.

"But, but I can't! Without your help, I won't be able to digivolve! Plus, you're stuck here too! And if my world dies, you will too!" I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him raising an eyebrow. "If you don't get your crest, then I won't be able to digivolve, and we won't be able to beat whatever is corrupting our world, and we'll both die!"

"So basically your guys' plan was to bring me here, lock me down here, and tell me if I don't help you, I'll die? That's not exactly a good way to get help from someone." I didn't exactly feel like dying anytime soon, so I walked back over to the miniature flame. "Just how exactly am I supposed to find this 'crest' thing? And what is it?"

"Azulongmon didn't say. He just said we'd know it when we found it, and that when we find it, it means we're ready to face what's corrupting our world! And that it would help me digivolve!"

I sighed. Such vagueness was very inconvenient. "So basically we were given the task of saving this god forsaken place, told to find this thing called a 'crest' to help save it, not told what a crest was or where it is, or what we're up against. And what in god's name is digivolving?"

"Digivolving, I get more data, and it helps me change into a bigger, stronger form!" DemiMeramon said somewhat proudly.

"Oh really. So will you just turn into a bigger flame?" I asked, though I almost didn't care.

"No! When I get my strength up I'll digivolve into a Candlemon, but I don't know past that." I sighed. This sounded like a lot of work.

"And just exactly how are we supposed to get your strength up?"

"Food." He said smiling. I sighed and started walking.

"Wait!" He said, picking something up off the ground. I didn't wait. He flew up beside me and I raised my palm to about the bottom of my ribcage, not looking at him. He sat something that was almost as big as my hand, but not quite, in my hand. I looked at it, turning it over in my hands. "It's your digivice. It'll help me digivolve too!" It was black and white, and I sighed, putting it in my pocket.

"Great. So I suppose I'll need to keep up with this thing." I said, closing the button on said pocket. It was on my plain dark pants, with pockets up the sides, about the same color as my jacket, which was still lighter than my black t-shirt and running shoes. I had my wireless black headset around my neck, batteries for them in my pocket, along with my MP3 player. "So where are we supposed to go, anyway?"

"I"m not sure, really. Just go, I guess."

I sighed again. "That's helpful." My voice was drenched with sarcasm as I walked, and he floated next to me. The ground was mostly stone, but it started merging into dirt, where it started getting increasingly colder at a rapid rate. I looked at DemiMeramon. Wouldn't he freeze if he got too cold? He was a flame. Soon enough it started snowing, and he didn't go out, but got quite a bit dimmer. I sighed and kept walking, assuming he was fine. Until he dropped to the ground, barely hot enough to melt the already fallen snow. I hesitated, then picked him up, ignoring the heat. "Come on. Can't get out of this place without you."

I kept walking for quite a while, and the thing fell asleep. And blinked at it and sighed, still walking. I stopped dead when something cold hit my back. Someone threw a snowball at me. I turned, DemiMeramon under my shoulder, starting to wake up. A goblin looking digimon grinned wickedly as he threw another one, hitting my unchanging face, which was etched with annoyance. "Could you not?"

"Bolt Strike!" It said, and ice sickles shot at me from it's mouth. I dodged them easily, the thing having horrible aim. I looked at DemiMeramon, who came out from under my shoulder, his flame coming back a bit more.

"Flame shot!" DemiMeramon said, and a bolt of fire shot towards the goblin-like digimon, making it screech and run away. DemiMeramon turned to look at me. "That was a SnowGoburimon. They like causing trouble."

"I can tell. But it was bigger than you, was it a higher level than you?"

"Yeah, it was a Rookie. I'm an In-Training level digimon."

"So basically, had it not been afraid of fire, it could have beaten the crap out of you and you couldn't have done a thing about it because it was stronger than you?"

"Well yeah, I guess so."

"Maybe you shouldn't pick fights with higher level digimon. But, uh, thanks. I guess." I said, and he floated back under my arm. I kept walking for quite a while, the snow hitting my face really starting to sting. This entire situation was bullcrap, really. I was perfectly fine, minding my own business in my world, and I get brought out of it to save this one along side currently a blob of fire? And of course the direction we chose to go in is snowy, so I have to carry the thing around until further notice. And we've already been attacked.

After a good bit I saw a orb of light, not entirely too far away. I picked up the pace, still just walking, not too worried considering DemiMeramon was still alight. Once I made it there I didn't hesitate to knock on one of the huts' doors. "Yo, open up. It's cold out here." A purple fox digimon opened the door.

"Hurry in, the heats getting out." It said, holding the door open for us. I walked casually in, examining the room. walking straight over to the fire they had going. DemiMeramon woke up once again and flew happily around the fire, and I just stared at him as I sat down. The fox digimon walked over. "I'm Dorumon, welcome to my home. Would you like something to eat?"

"Yes, please!" DemiMeramon said, skidding to a halt in the air. I nodded. Soon he brought over a couple of bowls of some type of vegetable soup, and DemiMeramon and I sat, eating in silence alongside Dorumon, who was eating as well. It was silent besides the sound of our spoons hitting our bowls and the crackling of the fire. Which is how I preferred it. Quiet and still.

"Oh, oh, you!" DemiMeramon said, looking at me. I half glared when I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What's your name?"

"Dylan. Now be quiet and eat your soup."