So this is my first contact with anyone who may stumble across my story. Guess I should explain a few things.
This is an ongoing project which I am currently writing and I will try my absolute best to keep updating regularly.
The story will be told in third person and certainly for the first few chapters will jump between perspectives, so apologies if this becomes a bit confused.
Happy reading!
ENGLAND STUNNED BY A RELENTLESS JAPAN
England often have a knack for frustrating it's citizens with it's sporting escapades, but rarely will the nation look back on a game with such a feeling of bewilderment. Going into the game as heavy favourites they were trounced 4-1 by a Japanese team who boast no reputable names.
At least, not in a footballing sense. Taichi Kamiya is not a name many would rush to put on their Fantasy Football lists, but in terms of worldwide acclaim, he's up there with any of England's top stars. And today he proved he's not a bad fooballer too.
With two goals and two assists, Kamiya, 20, has propelled himself into further limelight. With one goal deftly finished followed by another brutal strike from 30 yards, Kamiya is showing himself to be a class act.
"It was a tough game but we played very well. The whole team contributed. I would not have scored the goals had it not been them," Kamiya stated modestly after the match.
Kamiya is famous for his work with Digital Monsters.
EXTRACT FROM THE SUNDAY GAZZETTE, U.K.
Tai had decided that he liked England. The crowd had been excellent despite seeing their heroes trounced. And the women were nice to look at.
He had swiftly changed into his formal attire. He had only been off the pitch for two hours and already he had been frog-marched into a limousine to take him to his next appointment, an appearance on a top British chat show. He pretty much had to change in the limo such was the tightness of his schedule. He huffed at the thought of his teammates relaxing at the hotel, or worse yet, getting a full body massage off a Brit.
The excitement of Tai's appearance in England was insurmountable. The country had never welcomed a member of the Digi Destined to it's shores. He had been treated like royalty from the moment he'd set foot off the plane. He had made it clear however that he was to make no public appearance until after the match. His soccer career came first and foremost.
The limo had thrashed through the streets of London, narrowly missing lamp posts, traffic lights, elderly ladies, before screeching to a stop outside the television studios, where a huge crowd had gathered. The crowd was being marshalled by several hulking individuals who Tai wavered would give Greymon a fair fight.
He froze for a moment. Greymon. It was the first time he'd thought of his old friend in years.
He was swiftly removed from his daze as two of the aforementioned hulks man handled him through the crowds of screaming girls and several star struck boys. The Digi Destined were adored by boys and girls alike.
In no time he was being fitted with a microphone and inundated with calls to 'smile' and 'no swearing.' Tai had long accepted that his life seemed to move in fast forward.
"Now," boomed the host with a questionable fake tan and striking white teeth. "Tonight we have a very special guest. When he's not ripping apart soccer teams almost single handedly he's defending the world from terrifying monsters,whilst still maintaining that extraordinary hair.
Please, give it up for, Tai Kamiya!"
On the other side of the world, in a hospital ward, a woman heard a beeping noise from the handbag down beside her. Thinking it was another well wisher, she fished for her phone, but to her surprise it remained unanimated. The beeping was coming from something else. She continued to fish around until her hand clasped around something like a phone, but at the same time, very different from a phone.
A man was also present, flicking through the channels of the television. He was irritated that he could not find what he was looking for.
"We've seen him on television before dear," said the woman gently.
"Yes but not in England and I made a promise," muttered the man.
The beep of the strange phone stopped, but the beeping of the machines that surrounded the girl in the bed continued in their relentless desire to keep the girl alive. Just two weeks shy of her seventeenth birthday, this was to be the start of her third week in the hospital. The woman's eyes shone as finally, her husband had found the channel they were looking for.
"I must say Tai," said the host. "I think the first question everyone wants to know is, how do you keep that hair like that?"
A generous ripple of laughter from the crowd.
"Err, lots of mousse," said Tai sheepishly.
A much more hearty laugh from the crowd, followed by a ripple of applause.
"He still hasn't cut it!" said the woman. "It's a wonder he can head the ball!"
The man smiled and took his seat on the other side of the bed. He looked down at the girl, brushing the hair from her moist forehead, before clasping her pale hand in his.
"Now Tai," said the host once the crowd had recomposed itself. "Tell us, what has the last year or so been like for you?"
Tai paused for a moment.
"Well, it's been crazy!" he replied.
"I can imagine," said the host, flashing his pearls, "I imagine it's strange that everyone knows who you are."
"It is," said Tai nodding. "You know, you get strangers come up to you in the street and they all want to know the same things. I can't blame them. And obviously people are literally shoving stuff in your face for you to sign them."
"I'd imagine it's not too different to being chased by a. . .Kubadamon, was it?"
"Kuwagamon," Tai corrected, "and yes sometimes I'd rather be chased by him!"
More laughter from the crowd. Tai always thought to himself how much funnier he seemed i front of a crowd.
"Yes Kuwagamon," said the host.
"It's just something that we've had to get used to," said Tai.
"Ah you say we," said the host, feeling like he was getting to the crux of the interview, "you are of course referring to the other eleven?"
"Not just them," said Tai, "but our families as well. My Mum's blog has almost a million followers!"
A generic cooing came from the audience, followed by a wolf whistle. The woman could feel herself blushing.
"Almost a million?!" exclaimed the man, his eyes wide.
"I uploaded a couple of baby photos and they went crazy for it," she explained.
"A million is quite impressive. I imagine you get as many marriage proposals as that?"
"Err, not quite," said Tai grinning. More laughing.
The man sighed with pride, before looking down at the girl once again.
"Do you think she can hear?" he asked solemnly.
The woman nodded, but failed to make eye contact, still gripping her daughter's hand in her own hand, and the phone like device in the other.
"Is there a lady in your life Tai?" said the host, leaning forward slightly.
"No not right now."
"Because there was that whole thing with one of your fellow destiny people was there not?"
Tai grinned again.
"I've apparently dated them all at one point, even Matt!" he said. More overly enthusiastic laughter. "But no I haven't dated any of them."
"Do you still see any of them?" asked the host, leaning in further still.
"No, I can't say that I do," said Tai after a pause. "All except my sister of course."
"Ah yes, Kari isn't it?" said the host, to which a huge cheer erupted from the crowd and continued for several moments.
The woman looked down at her daughter.
"Do you hear that sweetheart? They're cheering for you."
The man looked to the screen at his son, who, at the mention of his sister, momentarily gave away his true pain, before his mask was back on. Only a parent could've seen it.
"Yep, my sister Kari," said Tai. "She's err, she's not feeling to well at the moment."
The crowd already knew this, of course. Nothing was secret anymore.
"And of course we wish her all the best in her recovery," said the host, before another heartfelt, respectful applause rattled around the studio.
"We will hear more from Tai after the break."
As the face of his son disappeared off of the screen, the father could have sworn he felt a twitch from his daughters hand.
The fires were now beginning to spread and intensify. Even with the rain that had appeared from nowhere did it not stop. Meramon was burning out of control.
Even from the distance he was, Agumon could hear his screams of agony. He clutched the small amount of food he'd been able to find close to his bony chest, before making his way back into the cave.
There he set about making his own fire. He didn't want a repeat of the previous day, during which his Pepper Breath had been replaced with his friend Patamon's move, a Boom Bubble. It blew the shelter clean away and now was not a good time to be without shelter.
"I found some of those mushrooms you like," he said. There was no response. He hadn't expected one. "I'll just put them here next to you."
He placed the mushrooms right beside a green glove, which covered the paws of a sleeping Gatomon. She was shivering. Agumon looked down at his friend with sadness. Every few minutes, Gatomon's figure would appear hazy and fuzzy. She had barely woken for three weeks. Agumon placed a paw over the top of her head, before aiming at the pile of twigs he had assembled.
His Pepper Breath was working again. One good thing.