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This is real, Digimon exists!

It was already evening when Yuki finally reached her home. Like she expected nobody was there, only her, the dark windows, weak streetlights and the shadows of clouds rushing along the ground. It was like she had suddenly stepped into an old horror film. Yuki wasn't scared, but she had a bad feeling about the atmosphere, so she decided to lock the door. After that she felt somewhat safer so she threw her backpack into the corner and sat down at her wooden desk.

She was still angry and mad because of what had transpired that day – in school. It had mentally drained her. This new school wasn't like she had originally thought. Yuki was just a quiet girl and didn't cause any trouble and still her classmates started laughing at her and teasing her. Had she done something wrong that she hadn't realised? She didn't think so. Yuki tensed her fist in anger and then thumped the desk angrily; two picture frames fell down from the desk and onto the grey carpet.

"That cow! Next time I won't go so easy on her!" she mumbled to herself. The anger had faded now but it wasn't like her to get angry about trivial things. Yuki knew that very well. The girl probably wasn't even the reason she was angry, since she had talked to that boy – Cain – her cell phone didn't stop receiving the strange messages. It was almost always with a motivational or kind text.

"You're not alone…", "A friend is waiting for you…", "Keep it up…", "Find me…"

The last message irritated her the most. Why did someone sending her such silly messages? What did this person mean by "find me"? Questions were tearing through her mind rapidly and it was annoying her so she took a deep breath and sat back in her chair.

One of the photo frames caught her attention. It was a really old one; the deep blue colour it had once shone with had all but faded. The front of the frame had been a deep blue colour but it had been faded away by the sunlight. So now it was only a paler, lighter blue, more gray than blue. The picture was also an old one, similar to the frame the picture was fading. However Yuki could still identify the people in it. The glass, which normally should protect the photo, was cold when Yuki touched it. She wasn't sure why she kept it; she didn't know what held her back when she wanted to throw it away. Maybe it was an old family treasure like the book in her red shelf. Her grandfather had told her that the author Takeru Takaishi should be in the photo, but even he had forgotten which of the children Takeru was.

In the picture were twelve children standing in a row, smiling brightly. Four of them were wearing something like school uniforms, the boys were wearing a green jacket, gray trousers, and white shirts and the girl of the four was wearing a green girl's uniform. One girl with pink hair was wearing a half blue and half red shirt with a star; her skirt was white. A boy who seemed to be the oldest one in this photo was wearing a blue jacket with a white shirt and light gray trousers. The last six children were standing in the middle of the picture. One of them was completely in a completely gray uniform; he smiled really shy. The girl next to him was smirking. She had an orange hat on; it looked a bit like a helmet. Her trousers were bright red, even though it had been all this time the colour of those pants hadn't faded very much. She also had white gloves on and was wearing a light blue shirt, above it she had a light brown vest on. Then there was a little boy. He also had a shy smile but not so shy like the other one. He had a normal grey pullover with purple leggings. There was also a girl with pink gloves, a half-pink, half-white top and yellow short trousers. She and the smaller boy were standing between two boys. One of them wore goggles, a blue jacket with a red-orange fire design, yellow gloves and green-brown shorts. The other one had a white hat and was wearing a turquoise yellow sweatshirt with grey shorts. Those six kids were holding stuffed animals in their hands while the other ones had huge standing ones next to them. They were kind of funny. Two of the stuffed animals looked like a dinosaur but one was yellow and the other blue and another stuffed animal was a pink bird and there was a huge cactus with arms too.

Yuki never knew that such toys exist and the fact that her grandfather called those things Digimon didn't make it better for her. He told her to believe the story of the book, to believe that those stuffed animals where these "Digimons". But the only thing she believed was that her grandfather had got senile, so that he could not see the difference between reality and fiction anymore. Those Digimons were fairytales, nothing more.

She put the frame back to its place; her face was emotionless when she turned away. It was not like her to think about old stuff. Forgetting what her grandfather said, she went to the kitchen to make something to eat and to get her mind clear.

Meanwhile at Cain's home:

"Damn voice, stop talking to me!" Cain yelled, furiously. All day, he had heard this voice in his head which said not to leave Yuki alone. It was stupid and with time Cain began to think that he was starting to become crazy. He often thought this voice should shut up and then it suddenly answered him. "Oh come on how stupid are you Humans?" The voice asked. He looked around in his room. Backpack in the corner, untidy bed, chaotic desk, a shelf with lots of books and photo frames on the wall; yeah nobody besides him was in this room.

"Ok it is official! I am crazy! Nobody is here so how can I hear a voice that doesn't belong to anyone?" He asked aloud. He sat down on the floor in the middle of his room. His parents were not home, even when they were here they only would be worried because of the aberration of their son and that was the last thing Cain needed now. "You humans really are stupid, aren't you? Of course you can't see me now!" the voice replied, angrily. Was this really real? Cain shook his head. "A dream this must be a dream…." He mumbled and as result of this he pinched himself in his arm as hard as he could.
"Ouch! This isn't a dream!" He screamed in pain when he realised that this didn't have any effect.
"Stupid! Just take out your cell phone will you?" The voice ordered after hearing his yell.
Cain was unsure, should he do like the voice in his head said?
He decided to do so. So he withdrew his deep red cell phone and the first thing he did – as soon as he saw the screen – was throw it at his bed.

"Hey, what was that supposed to mean?" the loud voice cried out. This time Cain noticed, quite clearly, that it came from his cell phone which was currently laid on his bed.

"What the heck, is this a bad joke?" he yelled, shaking slightly. He felt mixed emotions about what the cell phone was telling him. He looked closer, double checking he had seen what he thought; now he was almost sure. He could see a big red eye on the screen, or at least, that's what it looked like.

"When you calm down then I will be more prepared to explain what I am saying to you, Cain" the voice hushed, calming the situation. He slowly went nearer to the bed, looking at the phone. He paused and bent down slowly, retrieving a baseball bat from under his bed. It was dented and mauled from it's lengthy past but Cain didn't care; baseball wasn't his sport. He stood back up slowly and nudged the phone with the bat, careful, as if it were a bomb or something else volatile and dangerous.

"Yeah, that's good…" the voice sarcastically droned, "Just take it in your hands!" it yelled, suddenly.

"Okay, okay, calm down" Cain soothed to the voice, still shaking a little bit. He calmed his nerves and picked up the cell phone into his right hand slowly. The big red eye hadn't left the screen, it was menacing and strangely mesmerising. He suddenly noticed, after moving his head slightly, that the eye was following him. Watching every single movement and making a mental note, it was alive "So, can you explain this to me now?" Cain asked nervously. The voice didn't respond immediately so Cain breathed a sigh of relief. It had left. Strangely, though, the eye kept staring at him, never blinking.

"Push the button on the right side of your cell phone" the voice commanded, calmly.

"What's going to happen?" he looked at the eye, puzzled. The eye began to squint, it looked angrier now.

"Just push it."

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll push the button" Cain growled back testily. He lifted his finger, exercising caution until finally he took the plunge and pressed the button.

Immediately the room was filled with a blinding light, Cain covered his eyes, staggering back a little. A second or two later the light was gone, as quickly as it had arrived and now an unknown strange being was standing in front of him. He quickly determined it looked a lot like a cuddly toy and became perplexed at its anatomy. He stumbled back a little, frightened, until his hands gingerly touched the wall. He shook a little with fright, he felt troubled by this sudden strange experience. His face became pale as he felt sick and sweat began to form on his palms and forehead. "Wha- What…" he stopped, speechless "what are you?" he gathered his confidence as he stared at the thing – the creature – in his room.

"Well," it began. "Gennai said that you guys had forgotten about us but he also made sure to tell me that you would probably react this way, so I'm not scared" the soft, pale pink creature stated. It noticed his confusion and bounced up a little, cheerily, "I am Lunamon. Nice to meet you, Cain! Is that right? I'm your partner," it looked a bit like a rabbit but it was also clearly not a rabbit. Its skin was white at first glance but upon closer inspection he noticed tinges of pink. It had big ears which had a strange purple pattern at the tips. On its forehead, arms, and body it had yellow crescent moons, seemingly part of it – a tattoo perhaps? Hung over its shoulders and crossing at its chest were two pink ribbons with a small metal insignia in the intersection which had a sleeping moon engraved into it. It was certainly not a normal rabbit.

"M- My partner?" Cain stammered "That doesn't answer my question," he calmed himself, despite the overwhelming fear, who was the Gennai creature or person or whatever that had been mentioned?

"Do I really have to explain it to you?" it cried, eyes becoming wide "Haven't you read this book?" it quizzed, going over to the shelf. It leapt up and grabbed one of the books near the top; it was slightly layered with dust. "Here," it exclaimed "this is it!" it spun and showed it to Cain, pointing at it with its strange claws.

"That's such an old book," Cain noticed "Well… I have read it a little bit, but then I got tired so I stopped reading" Cain mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"This would all be easier if you read it" Lunamon sighed heavily. "Basically, I'm a Digimon and you are my partner" the creature stated.

"Digimon," Cain looked up, shocked "Did you say Digimon?" he asked, becoming excited. He rushed over to Lunamon and began to touch the creature, perplexed. His parents and grandfather had told him so many stories about them and their world. These were the stories that had been passed down from generation to generation, who would have thought that he would ever get the chance to see a real Digimon, in the flesh, or rather, whatever exactly made it up.

After a short while Lunamon got annoyed by the touching, prodding and inspecting so it hit Cain with the book and then leapt onto the bed "Stop this behaviour, Cain, Have you never seen a Digimon before?" it carefully inspected him, curious as to what it would say next.

"Well, you are actually the first Digimon I have ever seen," he turned to look at Lunamon, recovering from the blow "So I have one question" he pointed at the Digimon on his bed, who had already become comfortable.

"Gennai said that there are already some of us out here, in the real world, so what is your question?" it asked. Next to Cain's humble bed was a small beside table and on that was a small plate with day old cookies. Lunamon casually moved over and grabbed two, placing them both in his mouth, munching happily.

"Why have you appeared now? And who is this 'Gennai'?" He slowly got to his feet and walked over to the bed. Lunamon was happily lying down on the pillow, relaxed. Cain sat next to it and suddenly felt a connection. It was like he had known Lunamon forever. He spotted his cell phone sat on the ground but the screen had an image of grass on it.

"Well, I guess, first of all, Gennai is the one who told me to find you" Lunamon explained "I guess the cell phone you humans have allowed him to call you, but you aren't the only one who was called" Cain nodded, taking it all in, he found it hard to understand but he figured that wherever Lunamon was from that Gennai must be important there "I'm from the digital world" Lunamon whispered, Cain felt invaded, it had read his mind, he moved to speak but Lunamon had already begun, "Next, I don't really know why I'm here… Gennai said that I should come so I did" Lunamon chirped, "but I think that you and the others should reconnect our worlds and strengthen our connection again"

"Yeah, sure, that's all well and good but do I look like superman" Cain quipped "And even if I could I don't know anything about the digital world, I didn't read the book, remember?" Cain felt like he was in a cheap movie.

"Oh, I'm out of energy…" Lunamon mumbled and then the light filled the room again and when it was gone, so was the creature.

"What just happened?" Cain jumped from the bed, looking now at the new creature that was on his bed.

"I degenerated to Moonmon, my in-training level" the high pitched voice squeaked. Cain stood there, staring at the water droplet shaped creature which looked at him. It was a pale purple colour and entirely different from Lunamon. So many questions spun around Cain's head but he held them back "Why are you looking at me?" Moon squeaked, again. Cain looked a little bit longer at the creature. It didn't respond to his question but he suddenly started to laugh.

"What happened to you?" he chuckled "You were acting so cool and now you are so little with a squeaky voice"

"Stop it, this isn't funny" Moonmon growled, but its attempt at being fierce caused Cain to just laugh harder. "Oh, come on" it moaned "We have to find all the other Digimon in this world" it insisted. Cain suddenly stopped laughing.

"Others?" he asked.

"Yeah, you didn't think you were the only one with a Digivice cell phone, did you? We should go look for the others, don't you think?" it chirped, smiling at him with its cute eyes.

"So this cell phone is called a Digivice, right?" he ignored Moonmon's tired looks and picked up the phone – the screen was black again – he twisted it around in his hands, carefully inspecting it
"I might know someone else with one of these" Cain mumbled, thinking.

"Then we should go find them!" Moonmon chirped, watching his partner, interested.

...

Two shadows were stood at the top of a tall building, they were carefully observing the house near the building "So the next one showed up?" one asked, its voice so cold it could turn water to ice.

"Gennai really does want to connect the worlds again" the other one mumbled, quieter. "We should probably do something so they don't intervene with our plan…" the one with the sharper voice turned around. "Where are you going?" the calmer one asked.

"I have seen enough, there are three left which we have to find so hurt up or you will be in data dusk" the other hissed, fiercely. The other one was stood alone, left behind, he shivered at the sentiment the other one had expressed. He shook himself free and then looked down at the boy and Digimon in the house.

"I better hurry, one down, three to go" he whispered "Time for a new plan" he rushed after his comrade, sparing no expense as he leapt from building to building. He laughed, maniacally but suddenly he was stopped by a wall which barred his path.

"Next time, look before you leap" the cold voice growled, grabbing him and dragging him away.


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