I'm sorry about how long this chapter has been about being posted. This has been an extremely crazy week. And school is starting Monday… Everything is just hectic.
Once more, the original DigiDestined's names, appearances, personality, and basically everything about them is my invention. Those two other digidestined that appeared in the last chapter are also my invention, though they were more like one-time characters to demonstrate the presence of other digidestined in the city and that they will likely be fighting the Guardian program across the city. That way it wouldn't seem like only the main guys are reacting to the blue fog sweeping across the city.
Another odd viewpoint coming up. Hope you like it.
The city was being covered by a dangerous program, similar and yet different than the D-reaper back home. The fog was deadly, so the cheerfully giggling Digi-Gnome stayed away. Most of the people were moving away from the blue mist anyway, so it followed the wishes.
It loved to make people happy and granting wishes helped make people happy. Unfortunately, there were different kinds of wishers out there. Digi-Gnomes had to deal with the different styles of wishing people adopted if they wanted to make them happy.
Some people are quiet wishers. They keep their dreams and wishes to themselves, never sharing or even admitting their existence to themselves. These wishes hardly ever come true since these people would never fight for their dreams.
Others are loud wishers. Their words, their actions, and even their thoughts project these wishes out into the world. Everyone these people meet quickly learn what their dreams and wishes are. These wishers, these dreamers, are the type of people that Digi-Gnome love to find.
But even the louder wishers have different types. Some have so many wishes and dreams bouncing around in their heads, you can hardly identify the individual ideas through the chaos. Occasionally, one wish would shine through the noise, but it didn't change the fact that it was harder to find what would make these people happy. They were complicated.
The best wishers, the dreamers who truly attracted Digi-Gnomes, where those who would focus on a single desire, completely and utterly. These people find something so important that no other thought matters. They know exactly they want and project that sole desire to the world. Digi-Gnomes could grant what would make them happy because they knew what they wanted.
But it wasn't finding any wishers like that currently. A few adults wished that their children would be safe from "dangerous monsters." The best way to protect children from dangerous digimon would be for them to have a partner. And the bonds between humans and digimon were so clear in this universe, as if some were destined to be together. Thinking it would make those parents happy, the Digi-Gnome introduced the children to their digimon partner. It didn't even have to create a D-arc since a simple, but still effective device appeared anyway. But even though the human children would be safe now with their partners, the adults who wished for safety were now even more upset and afraid. The Digi-Gnome was confused the wishes didn't make them happy.
The glowing being, resigned to the fact some people don't know what they want, decided to find another person. Someone who knew what they wanted. Someone who it could actually make happy.
"Can we slow down?" asked Izzy, his eyes sealed shut and his voice raised to be heard over the wind. "Or at least cut back on the acrobatics?"
Laughing excitedly, the older DigiDestined who sat in front of him yelled back, "I haven't had this much fun in years. And you don't have to hold on as tight."
"You leapt off the television station building, dragging Izzy off too, before your fox caught you, rolled, and began galloping across the roofs and sides of the buildings," remarked Tentomon, his voice coming from nearby as he flew alongside the galloping digimon. "I'm glad I'm flying instead of riding."
"Boys can be such wimps," chuckled Youkomon. "We haven't tried the '360 Supreme' or the 'Cliff-jumper, Wall-run, Twist Combo' yet."
"Be careful on that last one," Ren suggested. "I don't want to lose my glasses."
The Digidestined of Knowledge kept his eyes tightly shut. He'd made the mistake of watching the journey to the Fuji station. He wouldn't repeat that mistake. He'd ended up flying across the sky on giant digimon in the past, but it didn't quite match the unsettling, vertigo-inducing ride the large fox managed to produce. His arms were wrapped around the man, desperately trying to prevent a painful fall.
A crunch of metal erupted from below as the ride jerked abruptly and turned sideways. He could feel the large fox continue to run sideways for a unnerving distance before she leapt upwards and scrambled vertically up a surface. Whatever just occurred caused Youkomon to laugh manically and for Ren to yell an apology.
"What did you just do?" Izzy asked, uncertain he wanted to know.
"They jumped off a building, crashed onto a car's hood, ran along the side of a building and climbed up another," described Tentomon helpfully.
"Too bad we don't have a canyon with some boulders embedded in the walls," Ren remarked. "Remember that stunt?"
Prying open his eyes a crack, the teenager glared at the grown man as best he could, "What exactly do you do all day? Skydive?"
Ren gave a little shrug, "I'm an antiques' store owner."
The spiky-haired man walked down the middle of the street, straight towards the approaching blue mist. Beside him, a red-haired man with a baseball cap pulled over the wild strands grinned cheerfully. One was dressed like a working professionally and the other was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. If someone were asked to describe the pair of humans currently marching towards the Guardian program and the blue creatures beginning to emerge, they'd call the brunette a driven businessman and the other an obvious slacker. Most people, however, would be too distracted by the large, dark-shelled insect and the very large, orange dinosaur behind them.
"I see lots of opponents," noted Hiro. "Think we should go up a level first?"
Riku glanced back towards Entomon and BigAgumon, "It'll raise the collateral damage, but it might be best. You guys ready?"
The insectoid digimon nodded, but the large reptile tilted his head curiously. The spiky-haired man narrowed his eyes, waiting to see what his partner would say. He knew to trust the rookie's instincts. And if he was acting like something had caught his attention, they should pay attention.
"Fighting," the orange digimon growled. "I hear fighting one street over."
"And in the grand traditions of insane ideas and suicidal moves, we're going to run straight towards the sounds of battle," Hiro remarked, a grin plastered across his face.
"Sounds about right," agreed his insect partner.
Riku nodded, "We're investigating, but we're going in prepared."
The two men pulled out their old-fashion digivices. Neither DigiDestined had been in a real life-or-death situation since they were kids. Still, the sense of danger, balanced by excitement, was a familiar one.
"BigAgumon digivolve to… RedGreymon!"
The large orange rookie was replaced by a huge, reddish-orange dinosaur. The last time this particular creature roamed the city, he'd faced Parrotmon. He'd fought in front of a select few children, identifying the next generation of Digidestined.
"Entomon digivolve to… SandYanmamon!"
Hiro's partner vanished in an explosion of light, leaving a larger insect behind. He seemed to be a giant, grey dragonfly with green eyes. His large mandibles seemed to form a hungry, predator-like grin. His front legs ended in curved claws similar to his or Tentomon's. He wasn't as awe-inspiringly impressive as RedGreymon, but he could fly. The dinosaur possessed pure strength, but SandYanmamon provided air coverage. They made a great team.
The group's ability to balance out each other was part of their success. Ren and Hiro were the daredevils and the guys who would run any risk because of the fun and thrill. They made the crazy plans work by doing the tough stunts. Tammy was the thinker of the group. She would figure out how use the variables in the best possible way to find success. She would examine the situation and find a solution. Jay had been the "kid brother" of the group, giving the older kids a sense of purpose at times. Saving the whole Digital World seemed to be too big a responsibility, but keeping one small boy safe was easier to accept. But as much as he might have denied it at the time, Riku always ended up boosting the team's confidence and morale. He led them into battle and kept them together. None of them would have succeeded alone. They worked best together.
The red-haired man twisted his cap and climbed on the oversized dragonfly. He didn't fit as well on the digimon as he did in his youth, but Hiro still managed. Riku gave the pair a nod, indicating for them to go investigate the sounds. They knew the strategy to follow, one that Tammy developed years ago. The idea was to send in the more maneuverable members for surveillance and follow with the heavy hitters after the initial sweep. They'd usually tried this plan with Youkomon or Devidramon fulfilling these roles, but Hiro's partner could pull it off too.
"Hang on tight," SandYanmamon instructed, his voice containing a faint buzzing quality to it, before taking flight and vanishing over the building towards the next street.
The giant reptile leaned over, his snout just a few feet from the ground. Riku, with less practiced ease than he once exhibited, scrambling up the back of RedGreymon until he could find a grip. The champion patiently waited for the man to reach his shoulder, making it easier to keep his balance when the creature began moving. Before they went crashing through the city like a monster out of an old black and white movie, they waited for the signal.
A piercing whistle erupted, summoning the pair to dash for the closest street that would connect to the one Hiro and SandYanmamon now occupied. There was a horrible scrapping sound as the orange dinosaur's hide rubbed against the close buildings, but that didn't greatly distract the pair. The red-head possessed a talent for whistling. It annoyed the digimon with sharp-hearing, but the high-pitched noise carried over a distance. Hiro's whistling could always grab the group's attention, even over the sounds of battle. Riku couldn't count the number of times that signal kept all of them together during emergencies. It was nice to see his talent hadn't faded with age.
The next street over was similar to the last. Blue mist and blue digimon crept along, absorbing buildings and vehicles into the foggy oblivion. But the blue creatures were under attack by other digimon. One was a small, green insect shooting a deadly-looking powder at one of the jellyfish digimon. Another was a bouncing, blue-striped cat-head with a tail and green-yellow eyes. That one was biting at the blue beings before bouncing towards another one. The final one, the one doing the most damage, was holding a wooden Kendo sword, wore protective padded armor, and a mask with pointy ears. All that could be seen of his actual features were his blue reptilian feet and tail and the glowing yellow eyes that peered from the darkness behind the wire screen of his mask. In addition to the three attackers, two girls and one boy, stood there among the chaos.
"Desert Storm!" announced SandYanmamon, dive-bombing the blue digimon and knocking them back into the fog.
RedGreymon opened his mouth and shouted, "Nova Flame!"
The wind-based attack and the large fireball managed to clear the area around the children and digimon. Once it was clear they had a few minutes before the attackers regrouped and returned, Riku slid off his partner and inspected the young digidestined.
One girl, around thirteen, had long blond hair tied in a pair of ponytails on either side of her face. Her hazel eyes flickered from the adults to the champion digimon and to the advancing mist quickly before resting once more on Riku. She wore a pink tank-top and denim shorts. A set of sunglasses were perched on her head and a rainbow dufflebag was slung across her shoulder.
The boy, closer to sixteen in age, wore his brown-hair in a messy (but not spiky like Riku, Tai, or that Takato boy had) fashion. His jeans possessed holes on the knees and his brown t-shirt featured a tiger's snarling face. In his hands was a length of wood he likely scavenged from a dumpster or a broken crate. He held it out like a weapon. He looked ready to take on the blue creatures himself.
The third child, a girl, wore her dyed blue hair at shoulder length. She seemed to be closer to the boy in age and wore a low-cut dark-blue blouse, black skirt, and held a pair of high-heel shoes in her left hand. Her bare feet revealed blue-painted toenails. Around her right wrist was a silver charm bracelet.
"Thanks," the brunette boy nodded. "Those Kuramon and Tsumemon keep getting worse. And while me and Kotemon can handle almost everything, we have May and Zuki to consider."
The blue-haired girl glared, "Toru, you know DoKunemon is just as capable as your partner is. Stop bragging to the man with the giant dinosaur. I doubt he's going to be impressed by a lizard with a stick."
"Don't diss the warrior digimon," he frowned. "We can take everyone here, including the army from the mist."
The blond girl rolled her eyes, "This is what Wanyamon and I have to deal with. I wish those two would just admit they're in love with each other. Zuki and Toru sitting in a tree…"
"Shut up," Toru and Zuki snapped in unison.
Three taller, blue digimon shot out of the mist. These were more octopus-like, their long legs streaming behind them like tentacles. His eyes were green, but his black pupils took up most of their eyes. Long antennas hung behind their large, round heads and orange collars around their neck. Their mouths were a long, thin line that divided their face. Their hands were folded in front, like the claws of a praying mantis. More began to follow out of the fog.
"Bug Blaster!" the closest one announced, firing a bright light from his mouth.
"Hothead!" shouted Kotemon, his bamboo sword igniting with flames as he struck the attack.
"Poison Powder!" added the green insect, releasing another deadly-looking cloud upon the attackers.
Wanyamon, realizing he wouldn't stand a chance against the larger opponents, bouncing quickly back to his blond partner, speaking, "What are they?"
"We're Keramon," the blue rookies answered in unison. "We're here to destroy."
"Guess what. So are we," buzzed SandYanmamon. "Desert Storm!"
"Nova Flame!" roared RedGreymon, opening his mouth once more.
Riku glanced at the younger digidestined, "If I was a responsible adult, I'd tell you to go somewhere safe and leave this kind of thing to grownups. However, I was getting involved in deadly situations when I was around May's age and no one ever stopped me. I can't tell you to do something I never would do."
"Well, you're welcome to come with us," grinned Toru. "Our plan is to simply attack anything that come out of the blue fog."
"That digidestined on television said that the mist was dangerous and to run away, but Toru never learned the meaning of retreat," Zuki added. "So we headed towards the threat. We have a responsibility, after all."
"Saving the world?" asked Riku.
"Keeping Toru from trying to attack a giant monster with a stick," corrected the blue-haired girl.
"We're heading for the center of this fog," explained Riku, smiling at her comment. "Want to come?"
"Works for me," shouted Toru. "Charge!"
Zuki, running after the attacking boy, screamed, "Get back here, you idiotic hero. If you get yourself killed by Keramon, I'll murder you."
Wanyamon glanced up at his blond partner and asked curiously, "Wouldn't it be kind of hard to murder him after he's dead?"
Okay, those three new digidestined are also my invention. These three (and the two from earlier) may or may not reappear later, but they won't have huge parts. They're just along for the ride.
Next time, we'll check back in on the tamer universe. Hope you enjoy what is coming up. Thanks and please leave a review.