Author's Note:
*First bad words will be used in this chapter*
Okay guys, next chapter up after a long break and... your OCs are in! Before reading this chapter, be sure to check last chapter's accepted OCs (along with the mildly edited ending). Oh, and yes, I will still be accepting OCs, but I cannot guarantee they will make it into this story. HOWEVER, TheGreatElisaMousy has suggested for me to make a second season. So... I might just do that. ^^ Please notify me if you want to see or don't mind seeing your OC(s) in said next season. :3
One more thing... notice the title change? I decided to give this season a real name, though I'm still not satisfied. Please tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions for a better title.
Anyways, R n' R peps, let me know how I did portraying your chars. Now, on with the story! =D
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Okay, first, thanks for helping me with a few problems and decisions guys! That includes Lunamon Vs. Veemon... Luna won! *Loud applause starts up* Congratulations!
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Guest: I apologize for not including you at the time, but hopefully you might be a bit happier if you look back at the last chapter. That is, if you haven't already. :) I hope things have been going better and that you enjoy this chapter.
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"That's home, planet Earth. But I'm not sure that's where I am just now."
– Tai, when it all began
Tamers Universe, Shinjuku Park
Jeri Katou yawned rubbing her eyes as she slowly woke up from her short nap. Still waiting on her friends, the girl thought back on her dream from earlier, leaning comfortably against the tree behind her. It had seemed more like a memory than anything… but of what? She couldn't even remember what the dream was about!
Shaking the thought from her head, the girl stood, stretching. Stepping away from the tree, she swung her arms from side to side first, than bent over, reaching for her toes.
"Huh? Jeri? What'chya—whoa! …Nice outfit."
Jeri turned slightly, blinking, then beamed in realization. "Kazu-*Kun! Thank you…" She blushed. "And, oh! Kenta-Kun!"
"In the flesh!" The first boy grinned, striking a pose. Kenta glanced at him before striking an even more ridiculous stance, if possible, causing Jeri to laugh.
"Yah, in the flesh!" Kenta repeated, his friend groaning in response.
"Geez man, you're starting to sound like Guardromon!"
Jeri let out another giggle, a familiar, agitated-sounding voice cutting her off before she could speak. "Great, I can't believe the idiot patrol beat me." A female voice huffed as the red-headed owner walked out from behind a couple of trees.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Yah, we're not stupid!"
Jeri turned towards her, her smile growing even larger, "Rika-*San! You made it!"
"'Course I did." The tom-boy winked, ignoring the so called 'idiot patrol''s (Kazu and Kenta respectfully) complaints.
An aged lady chose then to speak up from behind Rika. "Darling, are you going to introduce me?"
"Sorry, Seiko-*Bāchan." Rika actually managed to apologize, stepping to the side in order to reveal her elderly, yet still quite charismatic grandmother whose wrinkles crinkled her eyes into a smile.
Jeri politely bowed, Kazu and Kenta sloppily following her lead. "*Konnichiwa, *obaasan!"
"*Hajimemashite, children." Seiko bowed her head slightly in greeting, relieving them. Kazu seemed especially grateful.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am!" Jeri smiled at the older lady, straightening.
"Likewise, Jeri-Kun." Seiko smiled in reply, surprising the girl. Rika laughed at Jeri's expression, causing the girl to blush and bow her head sheepishly. Seiko waved her off, laughing lightly as well while Kazu snickered and Kenta rubbed the back of his head.
After looking the three over, frowning slightly at the boys, Seiko turned to her granddaughter. "It is good to see you making friends Rika." Rika reddened faintly, but said nothing, nodding. Seiko chuckled, "Do not be ashamed of this, my grandchild. It is good of you to make as many friends as possible." She looked up at the sky as she said this and sighed. "I must be going… Rumiko will be waiting." She looked back down. "Have fun darling. And Rika? ...Be safe." She winked, smiling warmly and turning to leave.
"*Sayonara, children."
"Sayonara, Ma'am!" Jeri called, waving and adding another bow for respect.
"Bye Granny." Kazu yawned instead, earning a jab to the side from Jeri.
"Kazu!"
"Ow! Wha'd I do?!"
Rika laughed at his predicament, Kenta not finding it nearly as funny as he scrambled to help his friend. Seiko, in the meantime, decided to take her leave, not wanting to intrude on the children's time spent together any longer than needed.
After a minute or so, Rika looked back at where her smiling grandmother had been, amused. But… why did her goodbye sound so final?
Shaking the thought from her head, Rika looked back at where Jeri had chosen the picnic to be. The onetime Ice Queen's expression softened, unbeknownst to the others with her, as she gazed at the hulking form of Guilmon's old home. "Renamon..."
"Reminiscing about the good ol' days, Wildcat?"
Rika jumped slightly, then scowled. She turned her head slightly, not bothering to hide her frown. "Huh! Took you long enough, Ryo." And indeed, there behind her was none other than the one and only Ryo Akiyama.
The Digimon King himself smiled charmingly at her in a way that would make most girls go weak in the knees, only... Rika isn't most girls. "Ah, don't tell me you didn't miss me Wildcat! 'Sides, I live farther away from here then you do."
"Hmph!" Rika simply scowled in response, turning away with arms crossed.
The Legendary Tamer, rubbing the back of his head and wondering what he did wrong, decided there was no point in trying to flirt with the Digimon Queen this time. After a moment, he looked back up at where Rika had been staring at mere moments before–the welcome sight of Takato's stone shed overlooking them, it's cool shadow engulfing the group on this hot day.
Glancing back, Ryo noticed that Kazu was back to cracking his lame jokes, Kenta following his lead. Of course, Ryo was grateful for the two not noticing him yet due to Jeri's captive audience. Ryo payed no further heed to them, however, lowering his arm. A quiet murmur escaped his lips as he did so.
"...Why do I get the feeling that we're in for another adventure soon, Wildcat?"
Tamers Universe, Shinjuku Shopping District
Takato dashed down the streets of Shinjuku, expertly avoiding every crack, bump, and ledge of the sidewalks he passed. He skirted buildings, jumped past people, and nearly ran into a few poles in his desperate race to get to his friends.
Panting, the boy paused, leaning against a building to try and catch his breath. "Almost... there..." He wheezed, opening his eyes. Takato, recognizing where he was, thought he could find his way from here; but then again, this is Takato we're talking about. Surprisingly enough, he did not get lost. Though, that may be due to the unexpected help he received.
"Going somewhere, child?" A kind voice spoke from behind, startling Matsuki.
"Huh?!" Takato spun around, surprised to recognize the person behind him as Rika's grandmother. "Rika's obaasan!"
She chuckled, nodding as the boy hurriedly bowed. "Yes, hello Takato. Fine day, isn't it?" She smiled politely, clearly noticing the boy's shuffling feet and darting eyes, eager to get going.
"Uh huh... I mean, *Hai, it is obaasan!"
She smiled. "Would you like some help in getting to your friends?"
"Hai!" This time Takato was eager to answer, looking up with a fiery determination. Realizing, he flushed and bowed his head. "I-I mean, yes please, obaasan..."
She just continued to smile. "Then please follow me... and Takato?"
"Yah?"
She, without skipping a beat, continued. "What exactly is a digiport?"
DigiDestined Universe; About 20 Years ago; New York, America, the Park
Thump.. thump.. thump.. thump…
"Come on Drake, just one more basket and we win the game!"
"He better not make it…"
"You kidding?! This is Drake we're talkin' about!"
"Shhh! He's trying to focus!"
"Yah guys, let him concentrate."
Drake Robertson, a young boy soon to be entering 8th grade, finally stopped dribbling. His grip on the ball tightened as he examined the distance between himself and the net, sweat dripping down his forehead, splashing onto the ball's orange surface, further evidence of how hard the long game had been. He already knew he had to make this–his teammates were depending on him.
Taking one small step back and raising his arms, Drake took a deep breath. He blinked once. Twice. Then… swoosh! He jumped, letting it go.
The sphere sailed through the air, bouncing off the backboard and hitting the rim of the hoop, hopping and hovering a moment. Baited breath stalled as no one dared to breathe, lest they disturb the delicate motion. After a second or two, the ball tilted right, earning a gasp from one side and a cheer from the other, shivered, then moved to the left, the opposite response coming true from the crowd. It tottered a moment, spinning along the rim, and then… it was in!
Drake let out a satisfied sigh as all of his team mates whooped and jeered at the opposing team. Likewise, the other team's gazes fell, glowering at the winners and Drake himself, though a few did come over to give him a handshake which he gratefully accepted.
"Good job, Drake." One of the boy's best friends complimented, even though he was on the other team.
Drake smiled in reply, giving his silver-haired friend a quick nod. "Thanks Trevor. You did a really good job yourself! I loved that last shot you made, rebounding off the rim..."
"Heh, thanks." The boy called Trevor smirked, crossing his arms. "Of course my shot would be awesome! It's just how I role."
Drake sighed, but smiled, letting him have his moment, "Of course." He chuckled as his friend continued to boast, turning and wiping the sweat from his brow, bowing to retrieve his bag. "I've got to get going man, see you later?"
Trevor blinked, snapping out of his reverie. He looked at his friend and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up. "Peace!"
Drake nodded, turning on his heel and jogging off as fast as he could, just to avoid the crowd that was sure to surround him after the game. He needed to get going anyways—Mindi, his younger sister, was sure to be waiting for him to pick her up from school.
Trevor King watched his dark haired and matching green-eyed friend dash off, arms pumping in his green hoodie and legs leaping in his casual blue jeans to land harshly on his forest patterned sneakers.
Trevor observed him a moment more while letting a faint smirk creep onto his features. "…That guy really likes the color green."
He chuckled lightly at his joke, about to turn away when he noticed something peculiar. Nothing overly special really, just a slight flicker in the air that his green heterochromia eyes just happened to catch. More like a sort of pattern in the light, really.
Trevor paused, but shook his head, turning away. He didn't bother to look back, not realizing this would be the last time for a good long while before he would next see the green-haired boy.
DigiDestined Universe; Past; Whales, England, a Balcony
Graceful… shrill… airy notes drifted on the wind. One long, three short, a half and a chirp, then another long—just a small part of the beautiful melody.
A set of songbirds replied to the tune with their own set of whistles. The flutist paused to let a silence separate the two songs before restarting up his own, a small smile gracing his lips as he pressed them back to the small, metallic flute he held in his rough calloused hands.
"Tao, are you out there?" A soft voice, his mother's, murmured from behind.
The boy—Tao—stared at the clouds above for a long second before he turned his head slightly, lowering the instrument. A bright smile lit his face up and he stood. "Good afternoon, mom."
She walked over, placing a soft hand on his darkly colored skin. "Darling, will you help at the shop please? It's another busy day." She smiled, being just as soft, warm, and comforting as her touch.
Tao paused, enjoying the moment. When she removed her hand he nodded. "Of course, mother."
She smiled delicately, going back inside. Tao glanced behind him at the birds, still singing his song. He smiled, following her.
Ooooo… tre, tre, tre! Woo-to. Ooooo…
A flicker passed through the air, shifting the branches and leaves on the trees. The birds paused there song as though realizing what was coming. They probably did.
Tao looked back when they stopped, confused. He hesitated, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, before calling over his shoulder. "Mom? Uh, I'll be in there in a second! I just need to check something out..." He never got to hear her reply.
DigiDestined Universe; Past; Shibuya, Harajuku, an Old Style Japanese Home
With a scowl, a very feminine looking teen dropped the pen she was supposed to be writing with, unable to stand it any longer. Glaring at the paper in front of her for a few more seconds, the teen stood, a loud screech sounding from her chair as she pushed it back, scraping the hardwood floor.
"I'm done for today."
The girl muttered under her breath in an annoyed tone, brushing back the bangs of her shoulder-length, dark brown hair and striding out the *Shōji that connected her room to the next, a darkly colored duster coat swirling in her wake. She didn't care if her parents found out she hadn't finished her work... why should she? With that thought in mind, she walked on, confidence radiating off her being.
She made her way to the front door, ignoring one of her little brothers who had caught up with her. When she paused to slip on her shoes (she was just wearing socks, as was traditional for her family) her youngest brother Ryo began tugging on her coat. "Play! Play with me *Onee-chan! Play, play!"
The girl let out a sort of growl, pushing her brother away. "Leave me alone!"
Landing hard on his back, Ryo began to sniff, his face scrunching up, a whine already starting up in his throat. Glaring, the girl pushed the door to the outside world open, swiftly making her way out before he could start, leaving her bawling brother behind without hesitation.
Back in her room, the elder girl's school paper remained virtually untouched on her desk, aside from the left hand corner where a name was scrawled across in fairly neat handwriting. A shift in the air–a sort of mirage–occurred just then, though no one was there to notice.
Later, when her parents and the still sobbing Ryo returned to the girl's room, Ryo was the only one to notice the paper and fountain pen disappear into thin air.
The name on the paper read Koyomi Nobuo.
DigiDestined Universe; Past; Highton View Terrace, Tokyo, an Apartment Building
Standing a bold 5 foot eleven, pale and thin 16-year-old Joshua Carol opened the door to the outside world. Inhaling deeply, the young man favorably took in the fresh scents of the new dusk.
After a moment or two, he nodded, smiling faintly as one hand slid into his beige trousers. The other removed a set of Ray-Bans that had been concealed in his shirt pocket, slipping them onto his silvery eyes. Brushing at the bob of mildly chaotic hair that always seemed to fall into his vision; the blonde pushed the door closed behind him, locking it as he did so. He knocked on the wood twice out of pure habit, turning to go with his ever present smile.
Hands stuffed in his pockets, he made his way towards the local park, which happened to be right across from where he lived. Walking down the dimly lit hallways of his apartment building, Joshua couldn't help but notice the abnormal stillness in the air. A slight wind hit him, causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise uncomfortably. Shaking it off, he continued on.
When he arrived at the park, he–yet again–couldn't help but feel something was off. The trees and leaves were still... no wind blew, no birds twittered, no squirrels chirped... not a single kid could be seen. Everything from the swings to the slide were vacant and a strange, light fog permeated the area. This time, Joshua could not shake it off as a silly superstition.
After a moment of hesitation and inner debate, Joshua stepped forward into the deepening fog. He walked in silence for what seemed like hours, though the boy knew it to be minutes, when suddenly-
"Ugh! Get away from me you monster!"
Joshua's eyes widened as a feminine voice suddenly screamed, splitting the calm. The cry, more defiant than scared, sounded like it had come from just a few yards away. Realizing this, Joshua broke into a run, wincing as the fog stung his eyes, suddenly grateful for his Ray-Bans.
"Monster? Oh, you wound me child. I am no monster; I am a gentleman." A low, silk-smooth voice chuckled.
There was a sound of spitting and a disgusted snarl. "Gentleman my ass!" That's when Joshua charged into the clearing. At first, the two didn't notice him, much to Joshua's advantage as it gave him a chance to take a look at what he was dealing with. It was certainly not what he had been expecting, to say the least.
A petite teenager with short black hair done up in an extremely tight ponytail and a small face that hid light brown eyes was standing, or more like dangling, directly in front of Joshua. Joshua didn't exactly pay attention to her outfit, but the small girl wore a white tank top with what looked like a red vest over-top of it. Loose jeans dangled from her slim frame, red and black sneakers kicking towards her captor, only hitting air. That, however, was not what startled the 16-year-old. It was what was holding her that proved more of a shock, as some kind of pitch black demon held her with its clawed grip.
The blonde teen gaped. 'W...what is that?!'
Quick to act, Joshua ignored his surprise and mild fear as he closed his mouth, searching for something he could use to help the girl. He wasn't stupid–he knew it was suicidal to run into a sure-to-be-fight empty handed. Only, he didn't really get the chance to even move, as the creature swiftly noticed him as soon as it heard his movement.
Red eyes flickered as the horned being turned its head slightly, locking on Joshua, practically paralyzing the boy with his gaze. "Oh-hoho! Look at what we have here! Another legendary human, hmm? I must be a lucky Mon!" The creature let out a rumble from deep within its throat. It nonchalantly reached out to grab the young man who, with a stroke of luck, managed to snap out of it and scramble out of the way, grateful for being as lanky as he is.
"What are you?" The boy called, masking the fear in his voice with solid determination. He ignored the glare the captured girl shot him, getting the feeling she would rather get out of this on her own.
"Me?" The creature laughed again. Joshua just then noticed its wings as it fanned them out, patches of sunlight streaming from the holes in them, seeming to darken as they passed through. "I am a Devimon, child. Remember this, for I will be the last thing you see." He lunged for Joshua when something seemed to stop him. Stunned, Joshua watched as the demon was suddenly pulled backwards towards a now existent portal.
Devimon bellowed, glaring at the boy in front of him with fury–it had to be one of the beings from the prophecy! "NO! I REFUSE TO GO BACK EMPTY HANDED!" With snarl, he wrapped his hands around the girls neck, earning a weak cry of pain. At the very least, he would bring Joshua with him.
Joshua gasped. "L-Let her go!"
"NO! If I go, I take her with me!" The creature was engulfed by the portal and, without a second thought, Joshua dove in after him.
When the fog cleared, all that was left of the threesome was a a long scratch in the ground hidden by a bright, white and yellow baseball cap. They were not seen again that day.
DigiDestined Universe; Past, Tokyo, a Child's Room
A reddish-blonde haired boy flipped the page of his book, rubbing his eyes tiredly from reading for so long. Really, all you could see of his face if you just now walked into the room would be his rush of hair, as the rest was covered by either his book or the covers of his bed that were brought up to his chin. He was so intent on reading his book it was actually admirable.
The boy's name is Ren Yukimura and he is a soft-spoken, only child who's family runs an antique shop.
After a few more minutes of calm, Ren lowered his book, leaning back with yawn. He shivered slightly at the cold chill that passed through his room, snuggling into the blanket, searching for further warmth. Despite this, his eyes drooped, and still with his glasses on, he drifted off to sleep.
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Child...
"Huh?" Ren, in his dream-state, slurred. The voice he had just heard... it was ominous, yet comforting at the same time. It didn't sound real, yet, he just knew it had to be... but why?
Ren... Ren, you know me. You must know me. I am your Digimon!
"Digi...mon? What's that?" the boy murmured, confused.
The Great Evil is upon us... it is up to you to save us!
"Great... Evil?"
Please Ren, we need you! I need you.
"But, I don't even..."
Come to our world! A... prophecy...
"What...? No, don't go. I don't understan-"
The dark world fizzled into light around him, the boy jerking upwards as he awoke from his nightmare. But, he wasn't in his bed anymore. He was... falling from the sky?!
Ren, not even realizing what was going on, was hurtling towards the ground at an unbelievable rate, screaming at the top of his lungs in pure fear.
The boy neared the ground but didn't get a chance to see what would happen next as he abruptly blacked out.
Past, Unknown
In a brightly lit room, there sat three figures. After an unusually strained moment of silence, one finally spoke up, speaking in a deep base tone. "Do you both believe these humans to be enough?"
"They created us, Executor. Why wouldn't they?" The one to his right countered in a lighter tone.
The original speaker turned towards his right, eyes dark behind his helmet. "Wisdom, these creatures are at the mere Child level! I would not trust of them to go into battle on our behalf."
'Wisdom' tilted his head, smiling in a partly crazed manner. In a slightly distressed tone he chuckled uproariously, though did not seem happy at all. "...We're doomed."
A new, calmer being chided them. "Shh, my brothers. Let us give them a chance. I have faith in them, and so should you."
"But Sister-!" The original began to protest, but was cut off.
"They are our only hope, Angemon. We must trust them." Sapphire eyes looked upwards, the speaker's expression grim. "We have to–as much as I dislike to admit it, the future of our very existence lies in there hands, whether they know it or not."
'Wisdom' groaned. "Like I said, we're doomed."
Author's Note 2:
I don't think I portrayed Kenta correctly... anyone who believes they know him, I would greatly appreciate assistance on how to play him, along with any other characters you feel I did incorrectly. And no, this does not mean I am going to accept flames, only constructive criticism. :)
So, what do you think? Like our new heroes? Yep, this chapter was all about them, just briefly touching on the Tamers! ^^ So... again, thoughts? Review please to let me know how I did! Oh, and sorry if it seemed kinda rushed... I guess I was jittery and kinda nervous on how I would do on my first OC story that uses other people's characters.
Also, superstar22, Aaron R. King, An Anon Fellow, cavaner, Rales Mckoy, The Princess Anastasia, and Bookworm Gal... comments? Like or dislike? Did I do okay with your characters? I want to know! :)
Now, I would also like to ask all of my readers one more thing... would you like me to do specific chapters in certain people's points of view and how often should I do it? If you vote "aye" for it who do you want me to do first? Preferably cannon, but it doesn't have to be. :3
Err... that's all I got, lol. So, 'til next time! :P
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References-
( I decided to include a few Japanese phrases and words as this IS set in Japan... so here's what they mean! )
**** Kun, San, Bāchan, Onee-chan: Japanese honorifics, each commonly used in the language when referring to someone.
- Kun is generally used when a senior is referring to a junior, when anyone is addressing or referring to male children or teenagers, among male friends, or even when a female is addressing a male they are either emotionally attached too, or have known for a long period of time. (Gives you something to think about... ;))
- San is the most commonplace honorific, a title of respect normally used between equals of age.
- Bāchan is the honorific used when grandchildren address their grandmother.
- Onee-chan is the honorific used when someone is referring to their own older sister.
* Konnichiwa: Japanese word meaning "Good afternoon".
* Obaasan: The Japanese word for "Grandmother" when you are not referring to your own.
* Hajimemashite: Japanese phrase meaning "I'm pleased to meet you (for the first time)".
* Sayonara: Japanese word meaning "Goodbye".
* Hai: Japanese word meaning "Yes".
* Shōji: A door, window, or room divider consisting of translucent paper over a frame of wood which holds together a lattice of wood or bamboo (a sliding door).
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Next time...
'Happy anniversary guys!'
'Wow, what a reunion.'
'Err... Tai, when did you grow a beard?'
'Hi! My name is Candlemon! Or Candmon for short!'
'Wake, MVA-10; it is time to serve your Master.'