Another day, another chapter.
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LAST TIME:
DAICHI: My friend Isamu and I were just hanging around at summer camp, playing the Digimon card game. Suddenly, two very real Digivices appeared, but in different models, strangely enough; I got a D-Power, like from Digimon: Tamers; and Isamu got a D-3, like in Adventure 02. We waited until the middle of the night for our partners, Dracomon and Wormmon respecitively, and we got called to the Digital World shortly after.
Chapter 2
DigiWorld
No one was sure how long the trip really was. Daichi knew it was only seconds since Isamu held his Digivice up to his computer, but it seemed even longer between then and now. The fact that there was daylight above them did not help relieve this misconception. Daichi found himself in a heap, lying on his stomach. He looked up to find Isamu on his side, just regaining consciousness. Dracomon and Wormmon, however, were both standing upright.
"Are all humans this clumsy?" Dracomon asked.
"Hey, I'm sure I could make a soft landing, too, if I had wings," Daichi said.
They heard Isamu grunting, signaling he was finally getting up. "So is this the Digital World?" he asked. Daichi looked around and saw they were in a forest.
"You were expecting a sprawling metropolis?" Dracomon asked rhetorically.
"No," Isamu replied tentatively, "it's just I thought it would look, I don't know, different from our world." The world both humans were looking at did seem, at first glance, remarkably similar to the real world. Only upon closer inspection could Daichi find very subtle contrasts, such as plants that did not exist.
"I would guess that, if a world is going to be based on another's data, there would have to be many similarities between the two," Daichi reasoned.
"Still," Isamu said, "it is beautiful here." He kneeled down toward one of the flowers in the bushes and attempted to pick it up.
"Hey!" a voice said. It seemed to come from the direction of the flower. Suddenly the flower stood up, revealing itself to be atop a green, plant-like Digimon's head. Isamu jumped back. "You wanna watch it?" it said in a rough, high-pitched female voice. "How would you like it if someone pulled your hair?"
"Sorry," Isamu said quickly. "Had no idea."
"A human?" the Digimon said in surprise. Her tone of voice shifted as she said, "Oh, then don't worry about it. Just be more careful next time." The Digimon walked away into the forest brush.
Isamu stood up and said, "Never thought I'd have to apologize to a Palmon. This whole 'staying in the Digital World' thing will take some getting used to."
"Just stay away from the vending machines," Daichi said comically. ("I won't ask," Dracomon whispered to Wormmon.)
"So what do we do now?" Isamu asked.
"Don't know," Daichi said. "This seemed a whole lot easier in the shows."
"Then I suggest doing what the characters did," Isamu replied. "Walk around until something happens."
Daichi sighed and lowered his face into his palm. "I cannot tell you how bad that sounds and how many things can go wrong on principle. But, I have no better idea, so…" he turned to the forest path and pointed in its direction. "Onward, men." He looked down at the Digimon. "And 'mon."
The four walked for a while in silence. Daichi kept thinking about their purpose for being in this world, while Isamu was enjoying the scenery.
"I gotta tell you," Isamu said, finally breaking the silence, "aside from the talking flowers, this place is awesome."
"Is your world like this?" Wormmon asked.
"That's what's so awesome," Isamu answered. "This place is almost a replica of our world while still having an exotic feel about it."
"Glad you like it," Daichi said, "'cause we may be here awhile."
"Oh, come on, Daichi," Isamu chided, "tell me how this is not one of the coolest things to ever happen."
"I'm not saying that," Daichi responded. "It's just that, for the first time in my life, I don't have all the answers: what are we doing here, why us, how long will we be here, stuff like that."
"We're Digi-Destined," Isamu said. "You don't question it, you just go along with it. There's more to Digimon than what you can get out of a card game."
"Do you two always argue like this?" Dracomon cut in.
"We're not arguing," Daichi said. "We're just having a discussion on our differing opinions."
"In other words, arguing," Isamu said.
"Well, they do say that arguments are just one sign of a healthy relationship," Wormmon said.
"That I won't argue with," Isamu replied. "We've been friends since preschool."
"What about you two?" Daichi asked the Digimon. "You guys known each other long?"
"Not as long as you'd think," Dracomon said, "but long enough."
"We met about a year ago, and for some reason it felt like we were made for each other," Wormmon added.
"The weird thing is," Dracomon said, "I'm not sure how that's possible. I mean, how do you get a dragon and a bug as good friends when the bug takes things too seriously?"
"Or when the dragon cracks wise more than he acts wise?" Wormmon retorted.
"Now there's a healthy relationship if I ever saw one," Daichi said. He and Isamu laughed at the Digimon's argument as it kept going.
"Whose bright idea was this, again?" Isamu asked after what was estimated to be more than an hour.
"Let's just say that his partner is the big bug," Daichi answered.
"Are you saying I'm big?" Wormmon asked.
"In comparison to other living bug species on our world," Daichi said, "you would be an exterminator's nightmare."
"Or a paycheck," Isamu added, "depending on how desperate he'd be to get paid."
The group walked on, leaving Isamu's comment alone. "At least the weather's temperate," Daichi said. "I don't know what we'd do if it were hot or stormy out."
"You may walk around enjoying the weather," Isamu said, "but me, I don't think I can carry this pack another minute."
"You're not that tired, are you?" Daichi chided before the group stopped.
"Of carrying this, not necessarily," Isamu answered. "But let's not forget, we left the real world in the middle of the night, and I was rudely awakened."
"Are you blaming me or Wormmon?" Daichi asked.
"A bit of both, actually."
"Wonderful," Wormmon interjected in an annoyed tone. "If that's how you make a good first impression…"
"Back on subject, though," Isamu said, "I think we should find a place to rest until we're all feeling up to walking some more."
"How about it guys," Daichi asked the Digimon, "got any ideas?" The two shifted their heads and looked around.
"Come to think of it, this place looks pretty familiar," Dracomon said. "Hey, Wormmon, isn't this the place you built your sanctuary?"
"Now that you mention it, I was able to catch its scent coming into this area," Wormmon replied.
"Sounds like the perfect rest stop," Isamu said. "Lead the way, partner." ("I'm beginning to like the sound of that," Wormmon said to himself as he trudged forward.)
The group soon came upon an area that looked like a large wall. They noticed that the wall was composed of a silk thread-like material.
"You won't believe how much thread I had to go through to get this place done," Wormmon said as he approached the webbing. He walked through it, revealing a flap that resembled a doorway. "Come on in," he said. "It's not much, but it's home."
"Works for me," Isamu said as he walked into the flap, with Daichi and Dracomon following. The room they walked into was deceptively spacious. It almost resembled a perfect circle with six trees acting as supports for the webs.
"I have to say," Daichi said in astonishment, "this place looked a lot smaller from the outside."
"But why make it so big?" Isamu asked.
"So no one tries to attack it," Wormmon answered. When he saw the confused looks on the humans' faces, he explained, "With something this big, any outsider would probably think it was the nest of a large Digimon. Sometimes, when other Digimon enter the forest, I hear others telling them to 'beware the nest of the Dokugumon.'"
They heard giggling coming from Dracomon. "That always gets a laugh out of me."
"So we should definitely be safe in here," Daichi said.
"Oh, yes," Wormmon said, "feel free to sit anywhere. My sanctuary is yours."
"Welcome news, Wormmon," Isamu said. He took his backpack off and started to sit on a pile of leaves. But without warning, Wormmon ran up to him and tackled him to the side.
Before Isamu could say anything, Wormmon immediately said, "My apologies, but I forgot I had something important here. Trust me, you don't want to sit on it." He dug the leaves and slowly started to reveal something. When he finally cleared the object, the humans could make out its appearance. It looked like an oddly shaped egg with a fiery pattern on its surface. It most distinguishing features were a design that resembled a sun and a large, metal blade sticking out from the top-front.
Glad Isamu didn't sit on that. Just what is it, though? Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters!
Okay, I admit, not a lot of action. Just give me a bit. It'll be here next chapter guarenteed.
This is CF, signing out.