First off, I know that I did not name the rookie in the last chapter. It was intentional. I do not intend to name the rookie levels of the DigiDestined partners (except for BigAgumon) until I reveal the human halves of the pairs. So, even though I named the baby and in-training levels of two digimon, their rookie levels will not be named yet. So, be patient.

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He was flying near Primary Village. Why he felt like visiting the area that digimon spent their earliest days, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was feeling restless and that direction felt as good as any. The day was bright and warm, the breeze was refreshing, and he felt the need to fly.

As he neared the colorful home for baby digimon, he caught sight of a group of larger digimon. The large, orange dinosaur was the most noticeable. Standing with him was a white bird and a cloaked shape. While the figure, brown-haired and likely human, was completely new to him, the other two seemed oddly familiar to him. As he watched, two tiny shapes near them were bathed in a blinding light and digivolved. The tiny yellow dot became a blue creature with bat-like wings or ears. The slightly-larger, orange digimon with the horn turned into a canine-looking creature with a light red underside, green claws, violet stripes on fur of the palest blue on its back, and a pinkish horn on its forehead. Those two also gave him a feeling of familiarity. These four digimon belonged together in his memories.

He paused in his thought process. Did he remember them? He almost felt that he knew them very well. It was as if he possessed thousands of memories of these four without actually being able to recall the memories themselves. But something was still missing. An impression of red-hair and sea-green eyes was all he could identify.

His mind knew the four rookies but screamed that the group was incomplete. There was supposed to be five more tall beings like the cloaked figure with them. Humans, he realized. Five humans should be there. But someone else too. Him.

He landed, his wings tucking under the hard shell. Five sets of eyes watch him, curiosity featured in four of them. The fifth, eyes of the deepest blue, seemed simply satisfied. She was human, but not familiar. Her face was not one of the five children that were trying to be remembered. She wasn't one of the humans who was supposed to be here, but she smiled at him.

"And then there were five."

The target was chosen and the team was being assembled. Five agents armed with specialized tools for the job. Vaguely gun-shaped, the devices were based on a weakened and portable version of the Guardian program. Strapped to the agents' side was a black box with a cord that led to the gun-like part of the item. The handheld portion looked like a handgun that's "barrel" ended in a parabola. Dials on the black box would control frequency and strength of the signal the object would emit. While she couldn't take credit for the creation of these devices, she still felt that the tools to actually affect digimon couldn't exist if not for her work. Mizutani knew that if these DD-guns didn't exist, humans would stand no chance against any digimon above an in-training.

Her involvement in this mission was technically complete. She'd found the target. Now she should go back to working on the Guardian program. But she couldn't. Mizutani wanted to do more than just stand on the sidelines. Somehow, she knew she wasn't one that would wait while others handled the dangers of the world. She was supposed to face threats head on. So, with a small hacking job, she added herself some time off and inserted herself into the group. She even managed to place herself in a commanding role by giving the original leader of the operation (an unimaginative, by-the-book man) another assignment that would keep him out of the way. She didn't trust him to lead any kind of important mission.

"Men, these are our targets," she explained, handing out photographs of the two children and the two digital creatures. "Tai Kamiya, age fifteen, and his sister, Kari Kamiya, age thirteen. The digimon consists of Agumon, a rookie Reptile digimon of the vaccine type, and Gatomon, a champion Holy Beast digimon also of the vaccine type. We need to extract these four from the residence and deal with any bystanders. Keep the setting below five for the champion and three for the rookie. We need the digimon for study, not destroyed."

The four men in dark suits nodded. Honestly, she thought they looked like clones. Each one wore the same expression and reacted the same way to events. And they obeyed orders without question or thought. Mizutani figured these people were the mindless drones that any large company needs to works correctly. Of course, thoughts like this about her co-workers might explain why she spent her free time alone. Or the desire to have people near he might have vanished when every one of her childhood friends called her a crazy freak when she made impossible declarations about things that couldn't have happened.

"I'm telling you, Kimi," she pleaded, hoping the black-haired girl that had been her best friend since she could talk would believe her. Even her own mother thought it was some sort of joke or dream. After trying to convince her for a couple hours, her mother told her to stop telling stories. The blond haired child wanted someone to believe her. "There were other kids too and they had…"

"What are their names?" asked Kimiko. "If those kids were really there too, why don't you call them and invite them over?"

The grey-eyed girl blushed, "I don't know their last names. One of them might have mentioned it once, but most of us didn't. All I really know are their first names, so I can't look up their phone numbers."

Sighing, her friend put her hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry, but it can't be real. What you're talking about doesn't exist. It's a neat idea, but too strange to really occur. Even ignoring the most impossible stuff, there's the time issue. You're talking about stuff for months, but I saw you yesterday. Remember? You were showing me some tricks on the computer and you had to sneak out before Mom saw you since I'm not supposed to be on it anyway?"

"But it did happen. It was real. I'm not lying."

"Please, stop playing around like this," she begged. "I'm your friend, but you're starting to scare me. You're starting to sound crazy. Can't you pretend you never had this dream? It's silly to get this worked up over a dream like a baby when you're almost thirteen now."

"A real friend would believe me," she snapped, frustrated at the dark-haired girl's refusal to accept the new view on the world. "And I have a real one. She promised we'd see each other again too. So, if you think I'm a liar or crazy or something, you aren't really that loyal a friend."

"Tam…"

"No! I'm not listening to you. I've faced more than you can imagine. I've seen things that were incredible and terrifying. And when I tell my family or you, no one will listen. Unless you will accept what I'm saying is true, I'm not talking to you."

The two stared at each other in silence, neither willing to back down from the challenge. Finally, Kimi shook her head.

"It isn't possible to be real. I'm sorry."

Of course, in the end, Kimiko had been right. Her dream, her delusion, wasn't real. But she'd been the first one to call her crazy. She, at least, could tell that Mizutani wasn't lying. At the time, she truly and honestly thought what she'd described was real. That the hallucination was a real event that she'd lived through. But her desperate attempt to convince someone, anyone, that it happened only isolated her and forced her mother to drag her to a therapist.

Even then, she tried to retain her pathetic resolve that the dream was real. Until the events that destroyed Highton View Terrace approximately a year and a half after her dream. While many people were emotionally and mentally bothered by the event, she grew frantic in her attempts to declare that her hallucination was real. That was the point, when she was so fanatical about her dream, that her therapy increased and the medication began.

Mizutani yanked her mind back to the present painfully as one of the mindless minions of DADP tried to get her attention. She indicated for him to speak.

"Miss," he asked, "what do you intend to capture any other digimon that could possibly be in the immediate area? They are generally in groups together, these partnered children. So it is possibly more targets could be present, correct?"

She considered this. The files on partnered children were severely limited. There could easily be more in the area than she'd researched. So it was possible that they might find more than the two digimon and kids on their mission.

"If we gain the opportunity to retrieve another human and digimon pair, we should do so," she decided. "It is for their own good, after all."

Two dinosaurs, an oversized insect, a tall leonine being, a mischievous-looking imp, three boys, and a girl in a green dress were in the park from the day before. Tai held a soccer ball under his arm and Izzy was carrying a laptop in his backpack. The overall plan seemed to be that while virus rookie led one of the Digidestined to the building of interest, the other kids would find a way to keep the energetic Guilmon busy and the rest of the digimon out of sight. While the park wasn't perfect for their plan, it was still semi-isolated.

"So I lead Techno-Geek to the place and meet back in about an hour or so?" confirmed Impmon.

"Why am I 'Techno-Geek'?" asked Izzy indignified. "Do you nickname everyone?"

"Because Henry is already 'Braniac' and yes, I do," answered the virus. "So, either deal with it or switch with Hairball for baby-sitting duty for the Pineapple-head gang."

Takato whispered, "You either get used to Impmon's personality or you learn to ignore it."

"You know I can hear you, Goggle-head. I'll keep that in mind for later," remarked the rookie. "After I lead the dork to 'bug-zapper of death' and everything."

"Have fun, Impmon," waved Guilmon cheerfully. "We're going to play soccer."

"You're easily amused," the virus sighed, shaking his head. He glanced at Izzy. "Try to keep up, Techno-Geek. I'll be on the roofs, so look up. If you do, maybe I'll make sure you come back in one piece."

Without waiting for the Digidestined of Knowledge to respond, the purple creature shot into the nearest tree and vanished. When Izzy didn't immediately move, Impmon poked his head out of the foliage.

"Come on, I don't have all day," he called. "And don't worry, Bug-Eyes. Your geek will be fine."

"He's not the most polite mon out there," grumbled Tentomon as the rookie lead Izzy away. "But he's still better than some."

Guilmon tugged on his partner's arm, "Let's play. You said we'd play soccer, but not with Calumon's rules."

Tai laughed and set the ball down, "Okay, you and Agumon can be goalies; me and Takato will set up teams. Anyone else want to join in?"

"No thanks, boys," smiled Jeri. "I'll referee."

"Leomon? Tentomon?" the older boy asked. When the digimon shook their heads, he shrugged, "Guess it's just us. Ready, Takato?"

With a grin, Takato set his partner up between two trees that would serve as goal posts. Once he was certain the virus reptile understood his role, the boy ran over to begin the competition of the goggle-heads.

Rikuto Hayash, currently working his way through various public speaking seminars towards a future in politics, stood in front of his mirror trying to flatten his tall head of hair into a more manageable style. The spiky, sandy strands fought the comb and gel, trying to remain upright against his efforts. Ever since his youth, he was renowned for his huge hair. His career, unfortunately, did not smile on the sloppy image it created. Thus, his current struggle.

"Stay down," he growled through clenched teeth as he pulled the teeth of the comb through the mess once more.

Besides the hair, there was very little out of the ordinary about the man's appearance. He seemed to be in his early twenties and his hazel eyes remained unremarkable. His suit, chosen for his coming speech over the topic of "digital anomalies over the last decade," created an image of professionalism without seeming over-stuffy. He was taller than average and his impossible hair only added to the height. Overall, he seemed handsome without standing out.

There were a few oddities about him though. His jacket pocket bulged slightly, concealing a small object. His briefcase, open on the hotel bed, held not just notes for the speech, but an ancient pair of goggles. The dark green straps were extended to the maximum length to accommodate the grown man's head size and the right lens sported a small crack near the edge. The childhood sport's equipment did not seem to belong in the setting, but Mr. Hayash kept these small mementos in order to recall his past.

"Why won't you flatten?" asked the man, glaring at the spikes on his head.

"Talking to yourself is generally a sign of insanity, Rikuto Hayash," a female voice commented, causing the startled brunette to spin towards the sound. "Or do you prefer to be called 'Riku'?"

Perched on the bed, a dark-haired girl in a light purple t-shirt and jeans stared at him with intense blue eyes. She sat there as if there was nothing unusual with a stranger entering someone's hotel room.

"How'd you get in here? What do you want? I'm calling security."

She smiled, "I'm here to reunite the gang. Something is coming, a danger to so many, and experienced partners are needed to stop it. Thus, I'm going to the original saviors."

"What in the world are you talking about, kid? I swear, I'm calling the cops on you."

"This is why I need the cloak. No one takes me seriously in this get up," she mumbled. Then, louder, she announced, "I know you and four others, strangers, found yourselves drawn into a world not your own. Only children, you still faced he evil that crossed the Wall of Fire, the same evil that twisted the fabric of space and time with his presence so that the flow of time sped past the flow of the human one. I know that you never saw those children after those days and the memory of that world seems more like a dream. Just a small object and the face of a lost friend serve to demonstrate that it could have happened."

The grown man stared in shock at the young girl. She knew too much of events that no one knew. The things she was describing would have occurred when she was a toddler, if even that old. How could she speak so knowledgably of his past?

"…Who are you?"

"I am the guardian of the balance of the universe. I am the bearer of prophecies," she answered. "I am Destiny. But today, I am also the reunite of long separated friends, long separated partners."

Trying to digest what the girl just explained, Riku Hayash fastened on a single fact, "You mean… I'm going back? To the digital world? BigAgumon…?"

"He is waiting for you," she smiled, climbing down from her perch. "Unless you still wish to combat prejudice by discussing the history of digimon's influence on this world to the close-minded instead?"

The original Digidestined, before Tai or the others had ever seen a digimon, grinned. He tossed the comb to the floor, snatched his ancient goggles from the briefcase, and pulled a worn digivice from his jacket pocket. The piece of technology was rectangular and clunky; the thick object possessed similar dimensions as a deck of playing cards. Three dark-grey, square buttons rested below a tiny screen and the whole surface was a slightly lighter shade of grey. The top held a small space that looked like a port to connect to a computer, but didn't fit any of the usual cords. Tiny scratches and smudges betrayed the devices age, but even those were fewer than should be expected.

"Lead the way," he instructed, pulling the goggles on his head. "Time to save the world again."

When housekeeping and, later on, concerned friends who came to attend the speech checked the room, his belongings remained undisturbed and a short note reading "Gone back. Wish me luck!" were all that could be found.

One of the old DigiDestined has been revealed and it's the very original goggle-head. I hope you like him so far. In addition to describing his appearance, his job, and to lightly touch on his personality, I also had to invent their digivices. I've noticed that for many portable pieces of technology (game systems, cell phones, etc.) become smaller and/or more streamline. An example of this would be how the progression goes: Gameboy, Gameboy Color, Gameboy Advance, GameBoy Advance SP, etc. In this case, the D-3 would be the Gameboy Advance and the digivice would be the Gameboy Color. This leads to the D-arcs would be the Gameboy SP. (Sorry about the extended video game metaphor, but it is the most effective I could devise.) For the original five, they would have something more technologically primitive than those Tai and the others would have (the original Gameboy). Thus, they would have something bigger, clunkier, and less powerful in ability. With that in mind, I designed these digivices. Don't worry; I'll explain how they work a little later.

Another piece of technology I introduced in this chapter was the DD-guns, tools for DADP. What "DD" stands for, I'll reveal later. Until then, just keep in mind they're dangerous toys.

Hope you liked it and I will try to have more soon.