AN: Sorry for taking forever to update it is just that using the Savers cast felt so...awkward. Enjoy!

In the serene and alluring forest of the digital world Masaru and his partner, Agumon, emerged from a running river. As the two crawled out from the river Masaru removed his wet shirt revealing a toned body, with several battle scars near his chest. Trying to dry up his shirt by twisting it, he soon found it futile and decided to just wear it as is. Annoyed that he would have to travel with non-dry clothes Masaru's last nerves were broken.

"Okay, Agumon!" he shouted. "Time to find that huge dragon and kick its ass for making us run away from it! Like hell is he going to make us look like a bunch of pansies!"

Agumon looked at Masaru curiously. "But, Aniki, he didn't force you to run. You ran at your own free will."

"Don't remind me!" Masaru said, looking disappointed in himself.

"Is something wrong?" Agumon said, not sure if he should ask Masaru looked rather displeased with himself. Grinding his teeth, and looking at the ground adhesively, Agumon knew that there was something bothering his human partner, something that was a matter of pride. "Aniki..."

"That bastard of a dragon! I can't believe he made me run away from that battle!"

"I was wondering about that. It is not like you to run away from a battle, regardless of how badly things seem."

"And that is why I'm so pissed off! I should have stayed there and kicked his ass until he told us what was going on. First we see Dynasmon getting deleted by another Dynasmon, and then this dragon just flies and knocks the digivice out of my hand." After that small outburst, Masaru had calmed down. "There was something about him that didn't seem...right."

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but I did hear something about Dynasmon being ordered to leave as soon as he finished this Dynasmon."

"So do you think that whatever we saw here had more accomplices?"

"Could be. After all, there are five...seven...nine knights that we know of." Masaru responded, listing of the knights on his fingers. "But what I don't get is, if these guys are like the Royal Knights, why didn't the knights we know tell us that there was another group of knights like them. And, if there were two groups, why did that second group attack right now? If they wanted to play it safe they would have attacked right after Yggdrasil's attack on the real world. This new group of Royal Knights would have easily been able to defeat the knights we know because we had recently kicked their ass, and good! However, the old group of knights would have been pumped up at that moment, so maybe that's why they didn't attack after the fight in the real world. And what was up with that red dragon thing that aided Dynasmon? Is he a member of the knights? Or is he just one their supporters? I though the Royal Knights were supposed to be, you know, knightly. But then this new guy comes and he's a giant dragon. How can that be a knight? He also seemed kind of obnoxious and rude. And here I thought the Royal Knights were supposed to be chivalrous. So does this mean that this new group of Royal Knights is not the Royal Knights? Or is it just that this new group of Royal Knights has other knights than the ones we know? Ah! This just doesn't make any sense to me! What do you think, Agumon?"

Looking down he saw that Agumon was on the floor with a confused look in his eyes. "Too much talk about two groups of knights, Aniki." Agumon said.

Picking up his partner, Masaru was contemplating what he had to do. On one hand, he was still missing his digivice and he knew he would need it if he were to have another encounter with any of these knights. On the other hand, his pride as a man had been damaged, and the only way to get it back would be to defeat the giant dragon in a fistfight. The main conflict going on in his head was whether to handle the situation like a man or to handle it...smart. Finding either one of them and fighting them head on would be the foolish, but it would get the job done. However, trying to find his lost digivice would surely help him in case he was to confront any of the other Royal Knights.

Rather than wasting the time thinking about what he should he decided that a coin flip would decide for him, as there were only two sides to pick. Taking out a random coin from his pocket he tossed it up in the air and caught it. Landing on heads, the coin demanded that he look for his digivice.

"Guess we're searching, Agumon."

"Okay. But where do we start?"

As Masaru looked around, he saw the complications of this plan of his; he only knew the general direction of where his digivice went, but did not know if they were anywhere close to it. From what he was able to make out from where he was before, he remembered that trees covered the area they were in now, so searching for one small object would a more difficult task than finding a needle in a haystack. He also remembered that their search area was several miles in diameter and, taking into consideration that the wind might have blown it off course, they had a huge distance to cover. He knew this was not the most convenient or wisest choice.

Looking at the coin with disappointment, he was soon caught in a staring contest with it. "Just be lucky that a real man never goes back on his word." And with the small pointless confrontation with the inanimate judgmental coin out of the way he went to a near by bush, examined it, and made his way to another. "It's going to be a long day."

In his junior high school uniform Noguchi Ikuto was dressed in green slacks, a maroon jacket, and a white dress shirt. With the side of his face on his desk he was looking at the sky in a lull fashion while aimlessly watching clouds go by. There was voice in the background talking about something that he was certain would be on a later exam but, rather than paying attention to it, he was too focused on a small light that appeared in the sky. At first he though that it was a helicopter, but later dismissed that theory when it just stayed there, motionless. The light seemed familiar but he could not remember what it reminded him of.

"Mister Noguchi!" At the sudden call of his family name Ikuto jolted up to his feet and was meet with the eyes of everyone in the classroom. With a worried look conquering his face the teacher at the front of the room knew he had him in a corner and decided to question him. "Mister Noguchi," the teacher started, "how many moles of iron are left when you have fifty-five grams of it, as explained in problem sixteen?"

Picking up his book, Ikuto had to look to the side in order to find what page they were on, as he was not paying attention. Finding the page, he eyes were glued to it as he tried to find the answer. As for the rest of the class, they were waiting serenely for something expected.

"Fifty-five grams divided by the molar mass which equals to...about one mole," he said, almost robotically.

With snickering coming from the classroom, the teacher had a scowl look on his face. "Sit down, Mister Noguchi. Perhaps one day I will catch you when your luck runs out."

Hearing the bell ringing signaling the end of the day, the students gathered their belongings and exited through the door. Being the last one to leave the room Ikuto was not surprised when several girls greeted him outside.

"Hello, Ikuto!" They all said, simultaneously.

At the sign of all these girls trying to get his attention his cheeks began to turn a bright red. With all of the girls trying to get his attention Ikuto did not know what to do. He had learned that it was impolite to be rude, but he also knew that he wanted to get out of there as he did not appreciate their attention. As they were all enveloping all around him Ikuto managed to duck below them and sneaked away cautiously. Continuing to sneak through the halls, he was shocked when he was tapped on the shoulder.

"Hey there, Ikuto." Turning around, he saw that it was Daimon Chika, adorn in a similar uniform to his only instead of slacks, she was wearing a knee-length skirt of a similar color.
"Chika?"

Gathering his composure Ikuto looked onto his fan girls as they tried to grab what was not there.

"You know," Chika said, "if you pick one of them, they will leave you alone."

"But they just care about my looks." He quietly responded. "Plus, I don't think my parents would want me to have any more distractions, especially after scoring so low on language."

"I heard about that. Weren't you in the bottom twenty-five percent?"

"Don't remind me..."

"Well maybe if you actually tried paying attention in that class..."

"I didn't pay much attention to math class and I'm in the top five percent."

"Well your parents are scientist, so maybe you inherited some of their genes. All I am saying is that you need to pay more attention in language since you grew up in a jungle and all."

"Oh well, I guess everything will be alright."

"Alright? If you don't shape up in language class you won't get into a good high school."

"Is that really that important?"

"What? If you don't get into a good high school then that means your chances of getting into a good university dwindle."

"Well I know that my parents are pushing me to go in a similar career like them, but I don't know just what I want to be."

"Then you should be working hard so that you get into a better one. What good are your good grades in math and science if your language grades brings you down."

"Um...I haven't thought about that yet."

Rather than responding to his comment, Chika put her hands on her hips and walked down the hall. Watching Ikuto's fan girls still fighting over him, she decided to give out his location.

"Hey, girls!" as she talked, they all stopped quarreling, "He's over here." Looking down they all saw that he was not there. Immediately they ran to where Chika was pointing, hoping to get Ikuto's attention. As he heard them approaching by sound of the floor shaking, he ran as fast as he could not even looking back. As Chika looked onward she could not help but laugh. "Maybe now he'll take the time to think beyond a few minutes." He is far too similar to you, big brother.

Sitting in her police vehicle Fujieda Yoshino was looking out the window as her eyes were trying desperately to block out all forms of light. In her hands was speed radar, currently measuring the speed of the cars. Continuing to watch the speedometer Yoshino's eyes were expressing how board she was on the inside. This is so boring she thought. Just as she was about to go into a deep sleep a yellow blur went by her eyes that made the speedometer act up. Waking up from her half asleep, half awake trance she put her vehicle on drive and chased after the culprit. Within a matter of two minutes she caught up to the culprit and, much to her dismay, he pulled over as ordered. Great. Just another routine traffic stop.

Getting out of her police vehicle she walked over to the car she recently pulled over. She recognized the vehicle as an Italian Lamborghini, and knew that the driver would be one of those snotty people complaining about the speed limit limiting their enjoyment. "This is the worst," she said, finally getting there.

Reaching the drivers window she saw that the guy driving it fit the description of snotty, with the way he was wearing a driving scarf and sunglasses. However, she was not going to place judgment on him until she actually got the time to talk to him. "Is there a problem, officer?" He said in a snotty tone.

"May I see your license and registration?"

"Oh come on, sweetie." He responded. "If anything, it should be a crime to prevent this car from going at this mere speed limit."

And there he goes she though as he continued to blabber on about the type and its top speed.

"Sir, if you want to avoid having it impounded then you will give me what I asked for."

"Okay, okay... Jeez."

As he took out the required information the man in question though he would try a new method. Handing out his questionable registration he saw as she walked towards her vehicle. Thinking fast the man reached for her behind, and grabbed it. Naturally, Yoshino was not happy with the current situation, and acted without thinking. As a pink aura glowed in her right arm, she threw a punch at the trunk, creating a large smoke cloud. With the cloud cleared it showed that her punch had destroyed the use for the trunk, and would require more than a paint job and duck tape to fix.

Just as Yoshino was about to show the guy what her left fist could do she heard her radio ringing. Walking over to her car she knew that the man inside the Lamborghini would not run, as he was too scared to even move. With that thought secured in her head she raced to her car and answered the radio. "Officer Fujieda here!"

"Yoshino," said the voice coming from the radio that she recognized as Megumi's.

"Yeah?"

"Captain Satsuma said to head to sector B-12. ASAP!"

"Why?" She asked.

"He said that he will prompt you as you get there."

"Right." Not wasting anymore time, she get on her car and pressed the gas pedal as hard as she could. Passing by the now broken Lamborghini, she threw the required papers out her window, making them safely land at the guys lap, who was still paralyzed by fear. As she continued driving, she could hear the radio calling her again. "Yeah?" She said, turning it on.

"Yoshino," said the voice of Satsuma Rentarou, "when you get there, make sure that no one gets in."

"May I ask why?"

"There are reports that what attacked there were two very large creatures."

"You don't mean..."

"That's right," he interrupted. "It appears that somehow a gate opened, allowing for the passage from the digital world."

"But sir! All the known digital gates have been disassembled. How is it possible that anything could get past that?"

"Considering that many of them came in their own way it could be possible that they have their own way of travel. Either way make sure that no human passes the blockade. I will be there as soon as I can."

"Yes sir!"

"Also, since Raramon is no longer with you, I hope you understand that if they are high levels, we might not be able to stop them."

"Understood, sir."

Turning off the radio, she could not help but remember the last part of the conversation. In truth, though this was not the first time her thoughts were consumed by her partner, this was the first time that she realized just how much safer the world was with partners by their side. Opening the glob compartment she saw her Digivice burst catching dust and, in the first time in years, she grabbed it, thinking that it might finally have some use once again. With the sound of her siren taking to the air she drove away to the uncertain.

Touma H. Norstein. To many, he was a profound researcher and a child prodigy who won the Nobel Prize in Medicine but, to his friends, he was a member of DATS and the partner to Gaomon. Dressed in a white lab coat he appeared the same as he did several when the Royal Knights attacked, only without dirt across his face.

"Mister Norstein."

Turning around he saw a man calling out to him dressed in a similar fashion to his. "May I help you?" Touma asked.

"I just wanted to tell you that your sisters interview begins in about five minutes and..."

"Five minutes?" He said surprisingly, looking at his watch. Without even thinking, Touma began to sprinting, leaving the man behind. After about five minutes of running non-stopped he reached a room with a big red door. Entering he was in a room divided in two by a sound proof glass. In the one where he was in there was only two people besides him; one man controlling the monitors and a woman who was just standing there just, watching. In the part behind the glass there were several cameras and microphones and people managing them. What they were all pointing at were two people; a man with a think mustache, asking questions, and a teenage girl with long blonde hair.

"How is her interview going?" Touma asked the woman who was just watching.

"You haven't missed much," Responded the woman, "It's has only been going on for about a minute."

"I can't help but feel bad about being late for this. I need to stop getting so involved in my work." Hearing that, the she could not help but chuckle. "What is so funny?" Asked Touma

"Funny how you are always complaining about not getting enough done in a day yet, when it comes to your sister, you always make sure you're there, several minutes early."

"Well what do you expect? This is an important day for of us. You know how things have become since I won the Nobel Prize, everyone just wants to get an interview with us."

"No, they do not really want to talk to the creator, just to the first person who undertook such a miraculous surgery. Everyone wants to hear about how scared she was undergoing a surgery that had never been attempted before. It is like talking to the first person that received a heart transplant all over again. The only difference this time is that the person who finally performed it is getting interviewed for all the wrong reasons."

"About that," Touma said taking a dramatic pause, "why is it that the only questions I get involve such insignificant things about how young I am and if I am single."

"Well what do you expect," she said. "At such a young age you have accomplished so much and, thanks to your looks and status, you have become one of the worlds most elegant bachelors. No one really cares about your direct accomplishments as all they see is a good looking, rich doctor with a bright future ahead of him."

"Gee, you are so honest."

"That is what I get paid for. Ever since you went international your father knew you two would be in the public eye and thus, he hired me to take care of both of you and your families image."

"Ha! Even after all this time I can't believe that father still cares about the family name. I understand why it is important, but to put too much effort into defending it, that is something else."

"Either way you are scheduled for another one of those afternoon talk shows next week."

"All for the family name, right?"

"Right."

As they both continued to watch the interview take place Touma could not help but wish that his sister was not in the public eye like that. True, she did give hope to people with her disease and to other people with so called incurable diseases. Still, people focusing on her struggle like that might cause Relena to become overcome in the public's eye. With the interview finally ending Relena could not help but instantly wave to her brother the second the cameras went off.

"Happens every time." Said the woman next to Touma.

Opening the door. Relena ran towards her brother and embraced him in a hug.

"Big brother!" She said. "You made it."

"Of course. Did everything go alright?"
"Yeah. The guy was really nice and funny."

"Well that's good. How about we go get something to eat?"

Relena's face lid up, "Yeah. There is this newly opened Japanese restaurant a few blocks from here. Maybe we can go there."

"How about we go to Japan and have some done authentically," Touma joked.

"Yeah. Maybe we can even meet your friends from over there. It's been a while since we went."

"Wait, are you serious?" Touma was now surprised

"Yeah! We might have a normal vacation for once, big brother."

Rather than rebounding the suggestion Touma decided that it was time for a vacation for themselves. Looking back he turned to the woman who was standing next to him and signaled to her. As she took out a PDA she looked back at him and smiled

"Okay!" Touma said to Relena. "How about we leave in a bit."

"Okay. I'll go get my things."

As she left, he turned back to the woman.

"You know you spoil her." She told him.

"Probably," he responded. "Plus, I have been meaning to go back. I haven't seen any of them since I won the Nobel Prize. I am not the kind who wishes to end friendships because of something as minor like distance."

Continuing to talk, the two of them were interrupted by three armed guards who looked worried.

"Mister Norstein." one of them said. "We have trouble."

Looking up at the sky Ikuto felt something awaiting him. At the moment he was standing in a room with several small square lockers. Reaching for his pocket he took out his digivice and just looked at it. I wonder how Falcomon has been these last five years? He thought. Gathering his thoughts he was, once again, surprised by someone tapping his shoulder.

"Hey, Ikuto!" It was Chika again.

"Oh," he said not sounding surprised. "Just you."

Staring at his uneasiness Chika could not help but feel something was bothering the former jungle boy. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know... It feels like something is off."

"Huh?"

As they continued with their conversation, an explosion was heard from afar. Thought the explosion came from far away, the shock wave from it managed to knock both of them to the floor.

"Chika!" Ikuto said standing up and running to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, not even a small bruise." Looking at the source, Ikuto could not help but feel that there was something familiar coming from there. Knowing that Chika was okay Ikuto dashed for the nearest window, jumped, and ran towards the source. As she watched Ikuto run towards it, Chika was not sure what to say or do. Instead, she said the first thing that came to her mind. "Wait! You still have your school shoes on."

Ikuto did not have a chance to hear what she said. Untying his tie and unbuttoning the first button on the top of his shirt he began sprinting towards the source knowing what to expect.

Pushing the brake, Yoshino managed to stop her car, leaving a large tire mark on the road. Getting out of her car she witnessed as several people were running towards her. Behind all these people was a large fire that covered the beauty of the sky with smoke. As the last of the civilians left the scene she ran in the direction towards the fire, trying to find the culprit. At the moment she was in the outskirts of downtown and, since people had ran away, there were several cars, some with their engines still on, parked all over the street killing, the image that this was a road.

"What kind of digimon was able to do this," she said out loud. "Either there are several child digimon here or one big digimon."

Playing it safe, Yoshino went back to her car, opened the glove compartment, and took out a berretta handgun and checked her clip to make sure it was full. Pushing her clip back in she took several small steps forward, only to see that she was below a large object blocking out the sun. Looking up, she felt as fear overtook her body when she saw what was causing the shadow.

"D...D...Duftmon?" she stuttered, barely managing to say it. Not sure if he was on her side or not Yoshino managed to pull out her gun, aimed it at him, and still managed to prevent it from shaking. "Duftmon!" She managed to say. "Were you responsible for what happened here?" Hearing her talk Duffmon summoned his rapier in his hands and slammed it down towards her. Seeing it coming Yoshino managed to jump out of the way before it hit but, due to the wave it caused, she managed to lose grip of her gun. "Not like it would have helped." She said knowing that a simple handgun would do nothing against a Royal Knight.

Standing up, she managed to run to cover and hide from Duffmon's sight. Looking at the holy knight digimon scanning the field, she knew he thought he got her. However, after Duffmon passed, she was shocked to see the digimon that was following him, helping him destroy the city.

Walking through a hallway, Touma was anxious to see what had caused the commotion. "Describe the situation again." He said to one of the guards who was currently escorting him.

"A species that we identified as digitally biological has invaded the premise." Responded the guard. "It managed to take out the whole west sector and countering units are being deployed as we speak."

"Do we have an accurate look for the perpetrator?"

"One of the soldiers stationed over there described him as a giant, white, samurai looking knight."

Giant white knight thought Touma. could it be...

"Sir?" Said one of the guards, disrupting Touma from his train of through. "Is there something that we should know?"

"You're saying negotiations with it failed right?" Touma asked.

"Yes sir."

"Then tell all airborne units to go all out. In the meantime, we must get it." Reaching a door Touma used a keycard to open it. Rather than reveling a room full of computers and gizmos, it instead was a small bedroom. Reaching for the closet Touma pulled out a bag and, from that bag, he pulled out a CD case. Examining it, he put it in his pocket and looked at the guards. "Okay. Time to go."

But, just as they were getting ready to leave, one of the guard's hand held radio received an incoming call.

"Report," he said to the radio.

"The digimon... It is attacking the middle..."

"What!" Touma screamed. He did not waste a second. Running towards the mid section that was currently being attacked thoughts of losing his sister were running through his head. Her room is in that section. I just hope I can get there on... But, before he finished his thought, an explosion coming from his destination managed to knock him down. No! He thought. That is where Relena's room is. Jumping back up he immediately began running to what he hoped was not his sisters grave. "Relena!" was the sound that carried across the hall as Touma ran.

Singed: GuitarDude Two-One-Five

Word Count: 4646

April 25, 2008 7:11pm PT

Now there are a few questions that I have and I hope someone can answer them.

1) Are the cast from Savers ever referred as either Chosen or Tamers?

2) From what I remember watching subbed Tamers, do they ever specifically say that the show Digimon Adventure and 02 actually exist or what that just a promotion run by FoxKids (RIP)? From what I recall is was just a card and video game franchised ,with no direct mention to the show, but do correct me if I'm wrong.

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