My name is Hikari Yagami, and it is with a heavy heart that I must say this, my oniichan, has been killed. He and Yamato, they…they were killed, by the Fallen Chosen Tatsuo Juro. That monster killed them, he killed them mercilessly. I've lost so many friends, Takeru, Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, Ken…and now Taichi. Now I'm alone…now I'm all alone…
Digimon Gog
Dissociation of the Soul
Chapter 1
The day was beautiful, the sky was a prefect blue, the sun was shining brightly, casting its rays down on the church below. Clouds were absent, birds were chirping, the trees were a multitude of green. It was a beautiful day.
It was a beautiful day, despite the event occurring within the cemetery. The Chosen, along with their families and partners, were standing before the elegantly designed headstones. Their bodies may have been deleted, but the families and friends of Taichi and Yamato still wanted a place where they felt the spirits of the two fallen could rest in peace.
Noriko was speaking to Yamato's parents, while Sora and Hikari had been speaking to Mr. and Mrs. Yagami. The middle-aged woman had finally awoken from her coma, but the news that her son had died was too much for her to bear. She suffered another breakdown, and was now standing by her husband's side, staring blankly into the distance.
Hikari turned to the redheaded woman. "Sora…I…I just want you to know how sorry I am…."
She blinked. "You're sorry? But Hikari, he was your brother…"
The younger woman sniffled, "Yeah, but he really…lo….loved…." She could not even finish, as the sight of Sora's tears was too much for her
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Sora sat at her artists' easel, staring down at the blank page. The money from her latest design had almost run out, she had to sell more creations, but her heart simply was not there any longer. She was certain that her inspiration would return to her, but now..? Now, her heart was crowded with the image of a bushy-haired young man. She collapsed onto her easel, "Taichi…Why did you leave? Why?"
She continued to cry, she had cried for days now, since watching her beloved deleted right before her eyes. The memory of that day stung her heart to the point of shattering the fragile center of her soul. She wanted to end the pain, she wanted to join Taichi with so much desire that it threatened to drive her mad. However, she knew that was not what Taichi would have wanted, he would have wanted her to live, but what was the point of living, if your soul was shattered?
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Hikari sniffled as she stared into her older brother's room, which was still as messy as the last day he used it. She could not bare herself to change even an iota of the room, it would mean that he would never return. She knew that he was gone, but in her heart, she hoped beyond hope that he would miraculously come walking through the door once again.
"Hikari?"
She turned to face her partner. "Plotmon, it's so quiet…I thought it was lonely without Maria, but without Taichi…"
The Mammal digimon sniffled as well. "Why don't we move? Maybe Sora wants a roommate?"
"I…I don't know if that would be such a good idea," she smiled slightly, "We'd probably just end up making each other so sad, plus, I think Noriko might be moving in with her."
"Oh…well, how about Mitsuo?"
The young woman sighed. "I don't know, he seems reluctant to move in together, and I don't want to pressure him…"
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Taichi, Yamato, Agumon X and Gabumon X, had met their fate at the hands of the Fallen Chosen five days ago, and there were two beings that had witnessed the battle, but had come too late to give any aid, Chihi Miayag and her Plotmon partner…
While Wargreymon X and Metalgarurumon X battled against Metal Piranhmon, Miayag and Plotmon stood atop the roof of an adjacent building, watching with heated interest. As Metal Piranhmon swung his tail around, smacking the dinosaur warrior in the head. Metalgarurumon X shot around from behind, but Metal Piranhmon's metal teeth tore into his leg.
Plotmon turned to her partner. "Aren't we going to help them?"
Miayag shook her head. "This is their fight; I shall not intrude in a battle of honor."
Plotmon grumbled as she glanced back to the battle. Metal Piranhmon had used his chained-drain-plug tail to bind Wargreymon X and Metalgarurumon X in a constrictive circle. They struggled to free themselves, but the grip was like an indestructible iron vice. The small mammal twisted to her right. "What about now? They're in trouble!"
The Priestess nodded. "Yes, come, we must evolve quickly!" She reached for her digivice, which was attached to a garter around her left leg, but slowed to a horrified stop as she watched Metal Piranhmon open his mouth and expunge a massive laser blast, incinerating both X-digimon. The Priestess stared for what seemed to be ages before she was able to speak, "Juukeitei? N…no…"
She collapsed to the ground, simply staring up at the sky. "Megumi?" Plotmon asked, placing a paw on her partner's back, "Megumi?"
The Priestess did not respond, so Plotmon curled up beside her, adding what simple comfort she could. During the funeral, the Priestess kept her distance, she wanted to go to Hikari and Sora, comfort them, embrace them, but she could not. She had wandered the city for the past two days, searching for the Fallen Chosen. She could not locate him by simple luck, so she and Plotmon returned to the site of Taichi, Yamato and their partners' deaths. However, as they approached, they were surprised to find that the block had been separated, sectioned off from the rest of the city. As they observed from a distance, they noticed black trucks were parked on the street. They secretly climbed the building side and arrived on the roof of the same building from which they had observed the fateful battle. They cautiously peered over the edge, and watched a group of men and women dressed in hazmat suits, examining what appeared to be giant Digitamas, twelve, in fact.
"What's going on down there?" Plotmon asked.
"Quiet," her partner ordered, "Be silent, so that we may understand what is occurring."
The mammal digimon closed her mouth and glanced over the edge of the building roof. Below, the purple-headed lieutenant stood alongside a middle-aged man with thinning hair draped in a white lab coat. He held a laptop with the screen turned so that he could use a stylus to write notes onto the monitor. Miayag's eyes turned to the entrance of the alley, where she observed a blond man dressed oddly out of place, in a simple business suit. He also wore a pair of dark sunglasses. "What's there to report?"
The purple-haired woman spun around. "Commander, we have a major digital event here, definitely class yellow, possibly even class red."
He sighed and pulled a cigarette lighter from his pocket. The lieutenant raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to quit."
"Trying…" he muttered, "What's there to report?"
She mentioned to the man in the lab coat. "Dr. Kurata should explain."
The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses as he recited from his notes. "Well, these Digi-tamas are certainly larger then normal. My early assumptions was that these eggs could possibly contain digimon of a higher form, Adult or even possibly Fully Evolved, as opposed to the Fresh Baby form that normally is…'hatched."
"And now?"
"Well, the readings inside are…confusing. They contain data that are digital…"
"That's what's normally found, right?" the blond man asked, "So what's so confusing?"
"Half of the signal is digital, the other half gives off a signal that is of a lesser strength…a signal that is commonly associated with Chosen."
The eyes of the blond man opened with shock. "What exactly are you saying?"
"Well…given the events that took place here only a few days ago, my assumption would be that these Digitamas somehow contain not only Agumon X and Gabumon X, but their human partners as well, Taichi Yagami and Yamato Ishida."
Miayag's eyes shot open in shock. Plotmon turned to her. "What do they mean? Lord Taichi and Lord Yamato…?"
"Quiet!" she ordered.
Down below, the blond man turned around and began to click his cigarette lighter at a rapid rate. "I picked the wrong week to quite smoking. Lt. Ootori."
"Sir?" the woman asked.
"Get those eggs out of here as fast as possible!"
"But, aren't you going to tell…"
"I can't deal with that right now. Get them back to base, now!"
She nodded and rushed to the group in hazmat suits. Kurata began to chase after the blond man. "Commander, Commander Yamaki!"
"What is it?"
"I would like to study those eggs…."
"I'm sure you would."
"Sir, with Yagami, Ishida, and their two partners, that only makes four, where did the other fourteen eggs come from? We need to figure that out, and maybe I can even revive them."
Yamaki slowed to a stop, then sighed deeply. "All right. The Digitamas will be transferred to you, but I want status reports every day, and if you leave anything out, so help me, I'll blow your head off myself!"
Kurata cleared his throat. "Um, yes…"
Yamaki stopped and glanced to the ground. "For her, I'll do this."
"Megumi!" Plotmon hissed.
"We are to do nothing as yet," she said, "I do not know these people, nor their capabilities. They may be Chosen, or possess weapons that we do not understand. We will repay our misdeeds against the X-Chosen, but I will not rush headlong into uncertain death, understand?"
The Mammal digimon nodded. "Yeah, but…?"
"We will wait, and watch," she replied, "And then, we will strike."
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Noriko had decided to remain in Yamato's apartment, but since she had no form of income what-so-ever, she was forced to get a job. Without any skills, she found employment at a local burger restaurant. She thought it would not be so difficult, since she was able to cook, if only slightly. Yet, they placed her on register, with which she was not happy…nor was she happy with the waitress uniform she was forced to wear, a pink dress with a really short skirt and a white, frilly hat. She was certain that Mimi or Hikari would enjoy this outfit more, but she absolutely hated it. The skirt did not bother her so much, it was the bright cheerful pink, certainly not the attitude of the Daughter of Darkness. As she adjusted the hem for the hundredth time, and the hat for the thousandth, a middle-aged woman stepped up to the register, a receipt in her hand, and an angry expression on her face.
"Excuse me! Miss, excuse me!"
Noriko sighed and rolled her eyes. "Great." She forced herself to smile. "Yes, can I help you?"
The woman shoved the receipt into her face and pointed towards a teenage girl at the other register. "I gave that girl an order for this hamburger hours ago! How long does it take to cook a hamburger?"
Noriko felt her temper began to rise, but she managed to keep it in check. She took the receipt and checked the time that was printed, "Ma'am, this receipt says you only order this burger five minutes ago…"
"And it takes five minutes to get a hamburger?"
"It has to cook…"
"For five minutes?"
Noriko stared at the woman with narrowed eyes. Her temper had overtaken her, "Ma'am, it has to cook!"
"But…"
"It has to cook! I can give you a raw hamburger if you want, but then you have to sign a waver so you don't sue us when you get dysentery."
The woman began to gasp. "I…I…I want to speak your manager!"
She shrugged. "Sure, go ahead, what do I care?"
Her face started to get flustered with anger. The teenage girl walked over a moment later and handed the woman a white paper bag. "Here's your order ma'am."
The woman stuttered for a response, but she snatched her food and marched out the door. The teenage girl gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks, I can't handle those insane customers."
Noriko gave a slight smile. "No problem, I can't stand people like that."
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Miayag and her Plotmon allowed the government agents to take the Digitamas, simply because the Priestess wanted to discover more about the mysterious Yamaki and Kurata. They placed the Digitamas into the black trucks, and even though Plotmon, evolved to her Adult form of Witchmon, flew after the trucks as fast as she could, she soon lost them. It was another three days before they were able to spot another truck, which led them to a tall building with two strange towers. As the two females hid within the normal crowd of citizens marching through the sidewalk, they stared up to the top of the massive structure.
"Well," the Plotmon asked, "Now what?"
"Now, we must find our way inside."
"How?"
She lightly began to rub her chin. "There must be a way…" She saw a white-painted truck traveling down the street. "A repair truck?" She began to grin, "Quick, follow me!"
They ran across the street at arrived at the large metal door for the underground car garage just as the white truck arrived. While the driver entered his special identification card into the slot on the box, the two females crawled beneath and grabbed hold of the underside of the vehicle. As the truck began to move forward, the Priestess prayed to herself that she had not mad a terrible mistake, but when the truck came to a stop in a parking spot, she breathed a sigh of relief. She and Plotmon remained perfectly still and silent as the two repair men climbed out of the can and opened the rear doors. They removed their supplies and soon their chatting voices could no longer be heard. Miayag and Plotmon crawled from beneath the truck and climbed to their feet. The garage was almost completely empty.
"What's going on?" Plotmon asked, "Where is everyone?"
"It is still early," Miayag responded, "They are government workers, they probably don't even have to come in until mid-morning."
"All right," the Mammal said, "We're in, but now what?"
Miayag was glancing into the large windows of the rear doors. She pulled on the handle, only to discover that it was locked. "Quick, evolve."
Plotmon did as she was told and changed to Witchmon. The Adult digimon positioned her broom behind the door handle and pulled with all of her might. The left door popped open. With her task completed, she regressed back to her smaller Plotmon form.
Miayag jumped into the back, only to return a moment later with a technicians' jumpsuit uniform. After removing her cape and adjusting the skirt portion of her dress, she pulled the suit over her body. She emptied a tool box, into which Plotmon leapt. With her disguise complete, Miayag walked into the building halls. The majority of people she passed were dressed in business suits, but they took no notice of her, in fact, she passed by at least five more people dressed like her; evidentially, repair technicians were a common sight; with almost complete freedom, she wandered the halls until she spied one of the people that were her prey, the Commander Yamaki.
The blond man held his cigarette lighter as he passed her. She waited a moment before turning and following him through the halls until he arrived at double metal doors. He pushed it open without even knocking. Miayag twisted her head until she saw an air conditioning vent on the ceiling. The hall was bare, so she leapt into the air, grabbed a lamp fixture, kicked the grate out and slid inside.
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Sora had been sleeping peacefully for the first time in five days. The first night it was impossible for her to sleep, the second night, she had managed to drift into slumber after trying unsuccessfully for three hours. The third night it took her even longer, and each night she could only sleep for twenty to thirty minutes at a time. Now she was sleeping, soundly and deeply…
…that was until she began to dream. She saw Taichi in her mind, the day he saved her from the Demon Lords, the day he and Yamato defeated GranDracmon, the day he proposed, and most horribly, the day he died. These visions danced across her head, and her body began to react. Tears began to stream from her eyes, and she was jarred awake.
As she sat upright in her bed, a feeling of nausea swept over her. She stumbled to the ground, disregarding her crutches. She did not have time to climb back to her remaining leg and use them, so she simply crawled to the bathroom. Once her mouth was safely over the toilet, she expunged yesterday's dinner, what little of it she had actually eaten, and since she did not even have lunch, she only heaved empty gasps. When the fit was over, she fell onto her back, panting heavily.
"This can't be normal, can't it?" she asked herself, "I can't kill myself like this…after everything I've been through: Datamon, Phantomon nearly slicing me in half, getting turned into a keychain by Piedmon, infected with the Second Black Death, captured by the Demon Lords…and this is how I die, by becoming so depressed that I actually kill myself."
She used the toilet bowl to pull herself into a seated position, then rested her back against the wall. She ran a hand through her hair, which was now soaked with sweat. "I've got to see a doctor or something."
She crawled back into her room and used the bed to climb to her crutches. With them tightly beneath her armpits, she lumbered out of her bedroom. Since she was a freelance designer, she really did not have a work schedule, so she normally slept late into the morning. It was early for her, and since she did not want to wake Piyomon, she silently as possible entered the kitchen. After more then a year of practice, she was able to easily maneuver around the tight corners, pouring herself a glass of green tea and preparing a bowl of miso soup. She made her way back to the kitchen table and began to eat.
Her eyes wandered to the mail that she had dropped onto the table yesterday. One enveloped contained a stack of photographs that the computer store had enhanced for her. They were mostly pictures of her friends and family. One photograph contained an image of Mimi, seated within a hospital bed, holding a small baby in her arms. The next picture was of Michael and Mimi, who was still holding the baby, only the boy had grown quite a bit in the year since he was born. Another picture was of Jyou, with his wife Kiku, with a baby in Jyou's arms.
The redhead sighed deeply. They all looked so happy, why did life decide to destroy her dreams of happiness? As she stared at the last picture, Jyou suddenly turned to Taichi, and Kiku changed to an image of herself. The tears began to sting her eyes once more.
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Yamaki walked through the halls of the government building, rapidly clicking his cigarette lighter. He maneuvered through the twists and turns until he arrived in a lower floor, specifically, a large, metal door, which he pushed opened without knocking. Inside, was a typical laboratory, with Kurata standing in the center. "C…commander! I was not aware that you were coming today…"
"You didn't give me my status report."
"Er…sorry, I was...otherwise engaged."
"Yeah, doing what?"
As the two men spoke, they were not aware that Miayag, and Plotmon were hidden inside the vent, staring down at them through the vent.
Kurata nervously rubbed his hands. "Um…well, something very…interesting happened yesterday evening. I've been here all night."
"What?"
Kurata nodded quickly and mentioned to the right. He ran over to a small panel on the wall and pressed a large button. A section of the wall slid open, revealing at least twenty cage-like sections with glowing walls of energy separating them from the rest of Kurata's laboratory. The cages also contained a human and a digimon: two cages contained young women, four contained young men, two contained large Digitamas, one was a light yellow and the other a light brown, and four of those cages contained humans and digimon, that were lying motionless. Of the digimon…five resembled small dinosaurs and five resembled canines.
Yamaki's eyes opened slowly, while Miayag's and Plotmon's shot open. "What is this?!"
"Well, last night the eggs began to react strangely, and as you can see, eighteen of them…well, hatched, into a human and a digimon, a Chosen and a Partner. As you can see, seven weren't able to…well, survive. My early tests seem to indicate that these humans have a mixture of DNA and data. With further testing…"
"Further testing?!" Yamaki shouted, "Further testing! You're holding them hostage!"
"Sir, we don't know what they are, further study needs to be done…"
"No!" he shouted, waving his arm, "This project is closed
"Sir, we can't…"
"Yes we can!" he shouted, "Terminate them now!"
Before Kurata could respond, the air conditioning grate was kicked from its holding place and thrown to the ground. Miayag and Plotmon leapt from the opening and landed on the floor. The two men were too shocked to respond as the Priestess tore off the jump-suit so she could reach for her digivice, which was attached to a garter around her left leg. Once the mysterious device was in her hand, it twisted in to the holy Staff of Yuushi.
Yamaki was finally able to speak. "You're the Priestess Miayag!"
"That is correct, and I will not allow you to terminate those who you keep prisoner!" She pointed her staff forward. "I will give you but one warning, disregard it, and I will not be held accountable."
Yamaki stared at her through his dark-tinted sunglasses, "I am a government official, and you are nothing but a criminal!"
"While that was true of my former life, I will not deny it, however, you are holding sentient life prisoner, and that I will not allow!" As she gripped her staff, gold light slowly began to radiate from her body.
Yamaki moved his wrist to her mouth, and only too late did Miayag realize that his watch also doubled as a communications device. "This is Yamaki! Code Red, Code Red!"
Suddenly, klaxons began to blast through the halls, and the lights turned to a flashing red. Miayag continued to stare at the two men. "I repeat, release those prisoners."
"We can't!" Kurata spoke up, "They are vital to the research I've been conducting on Chosen and digimon!"
"I care nothing for your research, which may be corrupt and self-serving," she sneered, "Now, I will repeat myself only once more…"
Before she could finish her sentence, however, the doors to the laboratory suddenly opened and a group of government agents stood at attention, strange firearms pointed directly at her head. Standing in the middle of the squad was a young woman with short blond hair.
"Lt. Onodera," Yamaki said, "When I give the word, I want you to open fire…"
Onodera nodded. "Weapons in position!"
The soldiers all cocked their guns, awaiting the order to unleash their strange might. Miayag, however, nodded slightly at her partner. Plotmon charged forward and quickly evolved to Witchmon. Before the government agents could attack, the Demon Man raised her hands and fired a blast of water from her palms. "Aquari Pressure!"
The agents were hit full force and were flung through the halls, scattering along the floor. Miayag glanced over her shoulder at Yamaki and Kurata, then turned back to Witchmon. "Maybe it would be best if we made a hasty exit…"
"You're a criminal and you're not leaving here!" Yamaki shouted. "Lt. Ootori!"
The Priestess twirled her head back to the door to the laboratory and saw the purple-haired agent walking towards them…and she was wearing a suit of full metal armor around her body, with a circular piece over her left eye, a laser canon mounted to her right forearm, and two metallic axes attached to her belt.
Miayag smirked, hardly able to contain her laughter. "An…exosuit, is it?"
"That's right," Ootori grinned, "Hypnos labs weapons."
"Hypnos, eh?" she asked, glancing around at the halls, "So, I now know what the name of this vile place is called." She turned her attention back to Ootori, and she once again began to chuckle, "You look like a reject from the Knight Sabersor an American comic book…"
Ootori smirked back. "At least I don't prance around dressed like a prostitute and call myself a Priestess."
"Reika!" Yamaki shouted, "What the hell are you doing? Attack her!"
Ootori stared at Miayag for a moment, then charged forward, her metal-clad fist ready to strike. Witchmon leapt before her partner, maneuvering her hands, she once again unleashed her Aquari Pressure technique. Ootori brought her armored arms to her face, shielding it as the Demon Man's attack struck her. She skidded back from the force of the impact, but her exo-suit was unharmed. She grabbed the axes from her waist and charged forward. Witchmon dropped from her broom and used her wooden tool to block the weapons. The blades caught against the bristles and the two struggled to overpower the other, and eventually Witchmon was successful, throwing one of the axes to the ground. Before Ootori could attack with the other, Witchmon slammed her broom into her face, knocking her to the ground. With the Demon Man now standing on the ground, Ootori swung her metal-laced leg into Witchmon's legs, knocking her over as well. The Hypnos agent swung her last axe down, but the Demon Man blocked with her broom once again. Both leapt to their feet once more.
Ootori pointed her wrist-based laser and fired. The beam struck Witchmon's broom, and it splintered into marvelous rays of light. The humans dodged for cover, while the beams struck the walls, piercing through metal and sensitive wiring. Electrical energy surged, overloading circuits and causing shorts across the grid. Lights shattered, computers exploded, and the energy walls on certain cage doors vanished.
One of the females, one with a dinosaur digimon, blinked. "We are…free?"
"I think so," one of the males with a dinosaur answered, "Let's get out of here while we can!"
"Hold up!" one of the males with a canine shouted, "Wait for us!"
The dinosuar-partnered duo turned and saw two of the canine-partnered, another male and female. They were each holding the giant digitamas. "What are you doing?" the dinosaur-partnered girl shouted.
"That scientist guy said something was weird about them!" the canine-partnered girl shouted back, "Let's just get out of here now!"
These four humans and four digimon were joined by four more, another canine-partnered male and another dinosaur-partnered male. With Yamaki and Kurata's attention focused on the battle, they were able to sneak past them gaze and vanished into the confusion.
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Ootori panted heavily as she stared down Witchmon. The Demon Man was gripping her broom tightly. Behind her, Miayag stood, attention intently focused, while behind her, stood Yamaki and Kurata.
"What are you doing?" Kurata shouted, "You've got to stop her! Defeat her now, before everything I've done falls apart!"
Yamaki gave him a glance, but said nothing.
Ootori ran forward, swinging her remaining axe around, intending to cut Witchmon in two, but she executed another Aquari Pressure, blasting the Hypnos agent directly in the face. The force was enough to shatter the face shield, leaving her exposed. She continued with her attack, but the disorientation made her twist her hand, and the flat side of the axe struck Witchmon's back. She lurched forward, but grabbed Ootori and threw her into the wall. She was about to execute another Aquari Pressure, and with Ootori's face shied gone, it would be the final attack, but before she was able to, Kurata suddenly screamed.
"The test subjects!" he shouted, "They're…they're gone!"
"What?" the Hypnos commander shouted.
"The battle!" the scientist shouted, "It must have shorted out the system! They're gone!"
Miayag shouted to her partner, "Witchmon! Hurry, we must leave at once!"
"You're not going anywhere!" Ootori shouted, struggling to her feet. Witchmon slammed the side of her head with her large fists, knocking her completely off balance and smashing her into the wall. Witchmon and Miayag jumped onto the broom and with their path clear, flew through the halls before locating a window, which through they smashed to freedmon.
While Onodera and the other Hypnos agents helped Ootori to her feet, Yamaki stared after Miayag and Witchmon, clicking his cigarette lighter. Kurata walked up to him, "Commander, we've got to find those test subjects! There's no telling what kind of data just slipped through our fingers…"
Yamaki twirled, knocking him into the ground. "There's no telling what kind of damage they could do! Dispose of those other bodies right now!"
He grumbled. "Yes, sir…"
Yamaki walked over to Onodera. "Take Lt. Ootori to the med bay and take the exosuit to repairs. I'll expect a full report on my desk in the morning. If there's any more surprises, call me on my private cell phone."
"Sir."
Kurata stared at him as he exited the hallway.
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Noriko sighed with impatience as she tapped her foot. She stared at the magazine in her hand, but her eyes kept glancing to the clock on the wall. "Man, how much longer is this gonna take?"
She leaned back in the cushioned seat of the office, and began to tap her fingers against the wooden armrests. The door soon opened, and Sora used her crutches to limp into the waiting area. Noriko leapt to her feet and ran to her side.
"How was it?" she asked.
The redhead shrugged. "I don't know, she wants to talk to me again. I've got to wait until she reviews my tests or something." She smiled slightly at Noriko, "But you don't have to, you can leave if you want."
Noriko shrugged, "Nah, what kind of friend would I be if I left now?"
Sora smiled. "Thanks for coming."
"No prob, that's what best friends are for, right?"
The door opened once again, and the elderly woman stepped inside the waiting room, a folder in her hands. "Miss Takenouchi, I've reviewed your tests, and…" She took a deep breath, "and there's something we need to discuss…"
To be continued…
Who are these mysterious Chosen and digimon that were born from the data or Taichi, Yamato, Agumon X and Gabumon X? What does the Hypnos organization want with the Chosen? What is Sora's mysterious diagnosis? Find out next!
Author's note: The 'Knight Sabers,' are the main characters in Bubblegum Crisis, and the 'American comic book,' is a reference to Iron Man