A/N: The Oneshot Collective from Digimon Fanfiction Challenges Forum.

Warning: Lots of RANDOMNESS! (X

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I never claimed I did!


Challenge #01

ii. Virus

What could possibly go wrong on this bright, sunny day? —Hagurumon


It was a nice, bright morning that day. No work, no troublesome colleagues and bosses, just a whole lot of me-time. Hagurumon smiled to himself. What could possibly go wrong?

Later that day, he would learn that a lot of things could go wrong.

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The first thing that went wrong was that he was rudely awakened by someone knocking loudly on his door and spamming the doorbell — it was ringing so loudly that it hurt his ears! Grumbling to himself, Hagurumon got out of bed and yelled, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

But alas, when he opened the door, there was no one there. Narrowing his eyes, he stuck his head out of the door and looked left and right, but the corridor was empty. Well, empty except for his neighbour just stepping out of the house.

"Oi, Kurou! Was that you just now?" he hollered angrily, raising a gear at him.

Kurou glared at him and retorted, "What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?"

"I have a name," Hagurumon hissed. "And you've got some nerve to—"

"I did not do anything, so if you're going to ask me to apologise, I suggest you shut up right now because I'm not going to do that!" Kurou threatened, one hand — or gear — reaching into his house for something — not that Hagurumon noticed.

Until a cherry pie came flying towards him and landed in his face.

He heard Kurou cackling away in the background while he walked to work, "Too bad, Kenji!"

That, was the second thing that went wrong.

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After his day got off to a bad start, Kenji (yes, that was his name) decided that he had to be a little more careful if he wanted his day to be perfect — well, asides from that morning's events. Still, he thought that if he was too careful, there would be three possible outcomes.

One, his day would be awesome. If you forgot about the pie incident.

Two, he would end up being too preoccupied with being cautious and end up creating a big mess that would lead to the conclusion at the end of the day that this day was horrible.

Three, he would still be too preoccupied with being cautious but instead, forgot to leave time to relax and in the end, he might as well have gone to work and face his horrible colleagues and boss. At least he would've gotten something done.

He finished thinking all of this at breakfast, which was his usual heap of iron — which of course, was not rusty. That was a start, he thought. Still, perhaps he had spent too much time overthinking all these consequences and…oh, he was at it again. Stupid him. Stupid Kenji.

He glanced at the clock and smiled a little. It had been a whole half hour since the pie incident — he chose to refer to it as that. Let's hope I can continue this streak! Finishing up the last bits of his breakfast, he picked up the porcelain — not iron, thank God (or he would have no cutlery left) — plate and headed to the kitchen to wash up. Things seemed to be considerably better.

How ironic, because the next moment he tripped over — what the hell is a sponge doing here?! — a sponge and the porcelain plate slipped out of his gear-hands — whatever you want to call it — and oh, God no!

"The plate!" he wailed as he watched it smash into pieces against the wall, until he himself crashed into a wall.

Well, that was two more things added to the 'Things that Went Wrong Today' list.

(Yes, he's keeping track. And making a list.)

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Okay. So my morning wasn't that good. But the rest of the day will be better! Kenji tried convincing himself for the thousandth time.

Keyword — tried. Because after having four little accidents in hardly an hour, it was getting a little tricky to convince himself that his day would turn out a lot better. He was getting the feeling that no matter what he said to himself, today would still be a disastrous day.

But nonetheless, he found a way to make himself believe that it would work out in the end.

Smiling, he made his way to the door, preparing to go out. Now, where could I go today? Maybe I'll go pay that new pastry shop a visit. Of course, when a Hagurumon says 'pastry', it means 'iron and all sorts of metal that they consider food'.

Everything was absolutely fine when he reached the pastry shop. Surprisingly, nothing horrible had happened during the ten-minute walk from his apartment to the shop. Even after he had bought his pastries — ahem, iron — and was on his way back home, nothing happened.

Yup, this day will be perfect, Kenji thought smugly to himself.

It didn't last long, though, because three minutes later it began raining very heavily. His pastry was soaked and he feared it was going to rust before realising that he might start rusting and, oh God, he just started panicking! And—

Deep breaths, Kenji. Deep breaths. Stop panicking!

The first thing he did was run all the way to the nearest shelter. It was pouring outside and he really didn't wanted to get soaked to the bone — or gear, in his case — though he was more worried about rusting.

Wait a minute, I should have some kinda resistance, shouldn't I? Oh well, won't take the risk. He looked around and groaned. The only way back home without going out in the rain was taking a very, very long detour around the block of flats.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do for the time being anyways," he muttered as he started walking. Then, remembering his soaked pastries, he sighed and tossed them into the nearest rubbish bin. "What a waste," he lamented.

Make that a total of six things on the list.

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When he reached home in the afternoon, he wondered, What could go wrong if I sit here on the couch and watch television for the rest of the day? A smile lit up his face. Nothing! Perfect. I'll spend the rest of the day like this, doing harmless little things that couldn't make my day worse. Things are going to be a-ok from here on!

Or at least, that was what he told himself.

Things were fine for the rest of the afternoon. He ate more iron for lunch (thank God nothing happened there) and watched a bunch of kiddy cartoons (for his age) on television. Everything was fine. But of course, something just had to happen again! I swear, it's like someone's trying to take revenge on me!

He was lazily switching from channel to channel at eight when the whole house went dark. Pitch-black. And he nearly let out a high-pitched, girly scream that would get him teasing for the rest of his life from his neighbours.

"Are you kidding me? A blackout? Can't I just enjoy my off-day?" he screeched in frustration, finally unable to take it anymore.

Yup, he definitely learnt that a lot of things could go wrong on this seemingly wonderful, bright and sunny day. (Hey, don't forget that it rained!)


I had too much fun writing this. This was so fun to write! (X I love torturing people, if I actually have ideas on what to do with them. *checks my stories* Whoops, need to get back to writing Happy Times. Been a while. ):

Oh yeah, I totally got off track from what I was going to write, from the moment I wrote the knocking on the door part. Somehow, it became some prank from his neighbour (they're all Hagurumons!) instead of some pesky neighbour who was trouble with his electrical appliances and came asking him (Kenji, I gave him a name too) for help. (Mechanic, remember?)

...I never considered the Mushroomon idea in the end.

And Up Next!

Why are the butterflies here so tiny? —Butterflamon (Butterflymon)

See you next time! (:

-fos