So now you have been reintroduced to the whereabouts of five of the Digi Destined. I am trying to recreate as much of the original characters as possible in regards to what they say and how they act, so I hope I'm doing a good job with that.

Carry on!

Two weeks until Presidential election. . .

In a posh, top of the range apartment in the centre of Tokyo, a girl searched for her missing skirt. She fished for it under the sofa, the duvet, in and amongst the empty beer cans, before finally noticing it slung across the top of the television. Wobbling slightly, she went over to it, before seeing a wallet perched beside it. Without hesitation, she opened it, took out a handful of notes, before placing it back down.

"Making me pay for the taxi indeed," she muttered to herself, "cheek."

Then she went across to the front door, taking one last look at the snoring, naked teenager strewn out across the bed covers, before shutting it softly behind her.

A few moments later, a tall, sleek man came out of another door. He was wearing an expensive suit and had his hair slicked perfectly to one side. His sunglasses clung to the top of his open shirt and he wore a gold ring on either hand. In his hand was a briefcase made of the finest leather. As he made his way to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. A single strand of hair had fallen out of place.

"This just won't do," he said to himself.

He took out a tiny comb from one of his many pockets and meticulously placed the strand back in it's rightful place. Then he went out to the kitchen, took out a carton of orange juice and a measuring cylinder. He poured the juice into the cylinder until it reached precisely half way, before moving it into a glass and downing it in one.

Meanwhile, the snoring mess in the front room was beginning to stir. He forced one eyelid open and then the other, his eyeballs jiggling in their sockets as they adjusted to the real world again.

"Sandra?" he grumbled.

"She left eleven minutes ago," said the guy in the suit. "Based on the fact that your wallet has been moved slightly I assume she may have pocketed your money before she left."

The guy in the bed collapsed back onto his pillow and let out a groan.

"Was she worth it?" said the guy in the suit.

"I can't remember," the other muttered. "Why am I not in my apartment?"

"You lost your keys," said the guy in the suit. "You called me at 3.28 this morning and asked me to let you and Sandra, and Sally, and Keira, and Lola I think her name was, in."

The guy in the bed started laughing before holding his hands groggily to his head.

"Thanks Ken," he said.

"Here," said Ken, "another key to your apartment. I had one cut the other day while you were passed out."

"Ah sweet," said the guy in the bed, as he went to get up.

"Davis please put on some pants before collecting your key," said Ken holding up a hand in front of his face.

Davis made little effort to cover his modesty, but he did as he was told. He fished around lazily for his underwear but couldn't find it, so he wrapped a shirt around his waist.

"She was hot right?" asked Davis reaching for his key.

"She is not the kind of woman I would pursue," said Ken, "but she certainly had a charm about her."

"Good," said Davis, looking pleased with himself.

"I must go to work," said Ken looking down at his diamond studded watch. "I trust you'll be back at yours when I get back."

"Maybe," said Davis, going over to the television and picking up a controller for the games console. "But your apartment is so much cleaner than mine."

"Naturally," said Ken smirking. "At the very least could you clean up the mess you made last night?"

"Sure thing buddy," said Davis. He jiggled about an upstanding can of beer and was slightly disappointed to find it empty. "Just remember to be out sharpish tonight yeah? Don't forget we've got Matt's gig tonight!"

"I shall be out with adequate time to spare," said Ken. "Goodbye."

Davis grunted. His attention had already moved to the screen. He always gave a little smile whenever he saw his own face looking back at him.

The game had sold as well as anyone could have expected, such was it's content, selling more copies on it's initial release than any other game in history. Davis was obsessed with it. Well aware of his own adventure in the Digital World, the game gave him a chance to relive what the original Digi Destined experienced. And with Ken's vast knowledge of computers and some clever hacking, he had been able to add himself to the original story line, and of course, make his stats so much better than the others. In this version of the game, Davis was the rallying point that the rest of the team could not do without, and his partner Veemon was equally as powerful as WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon.

Davis tried his best to not take life too seriously for as long as possible. Rather than try and fight the drastic change in lifestyle that he and his companions had faced, Davis had embraced it whole-heartedly. Whilst he did live the life of a rock star more than most rock stars did, he made countless public appearances and was always happy to stop for photographs and sign autographs. If any scandal happened to come his way, he simply shrugged it off. He sighed as he saw the digital version of Kari walk through the forest.

"I really should go and visit again soon," he said to himself.

The day passed without much incident. Davis was glad for the time he had to just sit and do nothing and his throbbing headache slowly eased. Eventually he thought he'd better head back. After stuffing all of the empty beer cans, wine bottles and takeaway boxes into a rubbish bag, he left Ken's apartment.

The weather outside looked deceptively warm and Davis was still in his get up from the previous night, and whilst he'd been warmed from the alcohol in his system then, he had no such luxury now. His journey home was of course made longer by people coming up to him for photos, to talk about pointless things that had happened to them, to ask him questions about the Digital World, and for the odd kiss, so that by the time he had reached home he was shivering.

"What kind of person asks another to kiss their puppy?" he muttered to himself.

His own apartment was bigger than Ken's, but it would be hard to believe with the amount of clutter that festered in all the rooms. Davis was a sucker for freebies and was always getting fan mail through the post which he promised himself he would read, but the pile of unread letters had steadily grown and was not teetering dangerously on a desk in the corner. His walls were covered with various posters, many of which had himself and the others beaming back at him. He had hoards of DVD's that he never had time to watch, souvenirs from all the countries that he had visited, as well as large ornaments that he had spontaneously taken a liking to and bought. He made his way into his bedroom, wading through all the clothes on the floor, before collapsing onto his bed. He was snoring in an instant.

The sound of his doorbell buzzing awoke him. He coughed and spluttered as he stumbled back out through his bedroom and answered the door.

Before him stood two young men, both wearing sunglasses, hats and big coats. Ken's blue hair gave him away.

"I told you he wouldn't be ready," he said, smirking slightly.

"I expected as much," said the one on the right, in a deep, husky voice.

"What are you doing here?" said Davis rubbing his face, "the concert's not for another few hours."

"Better check your watch Einstein," said the one on the right.

"I lost it the other day," said Davis shrugging.

"It's almost seven," said Ken. "We have an hour."

"So hurry up and get ready," said the other impatiently.

"Chill out Cody," said Davis. "I'll just sling on a pair of jeans and a new shirt, bit of cologne and I'll be set. I only wanted a little nap."

"You're not going to shower?" said Cody looking slightly aghast.

"That's what the cologne's for!" Davis chirped cheerfully.

Cody looked as though his face had been hit by a brick. Ken remained largely expressionless.

"May we come in and wait?" asked Ken.

Davis didn't say yes but left the door open as he went back into his bedroom. Cody's face did not change much as he went into the front room.

"What a mess," he grumbled.

"Actually this is quite tidy," Davis called from the bedroom.

Ken sniggered.

"How is your training coming Cody?" he asked.

"Not so great," Cody replied. "I find the new trainer very condescending and rude."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Ken. "When are the Championships?"

"Two weeks from now," he said. "I don't think I'm going to be ready."

"You set yourself very high standards Cody," said Ken. "What you perceive to be average is probably the average competitors best."

"I know that," said Cody, "but these are my first Championships and I don't want to leave empty handed."

Ken nodded in acknowledgement. He too was unable to comprehend second best.

Davis trundled out of his bedroom ten minutes later, hair and clothes immaculate and skin gleaming.

"Quite a transformation," said Ken, who once again was donned in a smart shirt and trousers.

"Thanks," said Davis. "Now remember guys. This concerts going to be massive. It's Matt's first live gig on his tour and the crowds are going to be mega hyped. Plus with him and three other Digi Destined out at the same place at the same time the paps are going to be everywhere."

"I'm aware of that," said Ken bluntly.

"Him and three others?" said Cody frowning. "So you don't think TK will be there?"

"Course he won't," scoffed Davis, "he never goes anywhere these days does he."

"No," said Cody, shaking his head sadly. He had not seen TK for well over six months.

"Now let's get outta here!" chirped Davis, bouncing out of the door.

"I've arranged for my driver to meet us outside," said Ken, shutting Davis' door for him.

"Ah good thinking," said Davis. "Didn't much fancy the subway."

The journey to Matt's concert passed without incident. Davis cracked open the beer and had picked up where he'd left up. Neither Cody nor Ken drank; they simply watched as Davis finished a can before crushing it against his hard head. As they neared the site they could feel the palpable rise in the atmosphere.

Whilst there was no planned seating at the concert, there was an area cordoned off for the three of them and other so called celebrity lumineries. Cody hated the term with a passion. He knew for a fact that he would not recognise another person who they were to be sharing the area with. Cody had matured and grown into a strapping young man, frequently topping polls in teen girls magazines, but he paid no attention to any of this. He was focused on his Kendo and nothing else. He was going to be a champion.

The lights on stage dimmed and the crowd sensed what was coming, erupting in a blaze of screaming and cheering. As expected, word had quickly spread of their presence and the security team were struggling with the sheer weight of people trying to get a look at them. Davis wasn't helping, chatting to them and geeing them up further.

The opening sounds of Matt's signature song sent them into a further frenzy, just as the rain began to fall. The band being visible on stage at least relieved Ken of the relentless attention he was receiving.

"Typical," shouted Cody, gesturing to the sky.

Davis was paying no attention to the music, or the weather. Ken however, had also shifted his focus from the stage.

He looked down at his suit and the rain that had struck it and frowned. Rather than running down it's surface, it was sticking. He pinched a globule between two of his fingers and held it up to his face, before looking up to the sky. The rain was getting heavier. Some in the tight crowd were becoming restless as the pushing and shoving started. Others had noticed the same thing as Ken.

By the end of Matt's opening song, the floodgates had opened. A bodyguard had withdrawn an umbrella from out of nowhere and was trying to hold it above Ken but he gestured aggressively to stop. The crowd were starting to panic, aware that this was no ordinary rain. Davis watched with his mouth open as a raindrop the size of a snowball exploded over a section of the crowd.

"Guys now keep calm," came Matt's voice over the loudspeaker, but it was no use. The crowd were pushing for the exits, desperately trying to find any shelter that they could. There was none. Ken had been forced to finally retreat under an umbrella, which was slowly sagging under the weight of whatever was falling from the sky. Security were trying with no avail to maintain control. Matt and his band had retreated backstage.

"What is this?" called Cody, struggling to maintain his footing. His whole body was beginning to glisten and the substance was starting to gather on his shoulders and on top of his head. Before Ken could even begin to answer his question, it had stopped.

Davis wiped the goo from his eyes.

"Well that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen," he muttered. "This better not stain my shirt."

The crowd had begun to quieten as well, looking at one another with the same curious expression. Ken gathered a clump in his hands.

"It's plasma," he said.

"But where did it come from?" asked Cody.

The ground finally stopped shaking. Trees had collapsed and were slowly dissolving in front of Gabumon's eyes. Though it was an unusual way of dissolving. He had seen Digimon and aspects of the Digital World break up and reconfigure countless times before. The tree he cautiously approached was not behaving like this. He reached out a paw to touch.

"Don't!" came a voice from behind him.

Gabumon swung round. Patamon was hovering with an out stretched arm and wide eyes. Gabumon instantly noticed the difference in Patamon's colouring.

"If you touch it the same thing will happen to you as the others," squeaked Patamon.

"Others?"

Patamon turned and flapped off, gesturing for Gabumon to follow him. Gabumon watched as his little friend struggled to stay air borne. By the time he had reached a clearing, he was only slightly above the ground and panting. He pointed a stubby little claw through a hedge. When he placed a paw to move the leaves out of the way, he poked an eye through.

What he saw was a couple of Numamon. One was unmoving, staring into nothingness. It was the other that caused Gabumon's heart to lurch.
It's colouring was completely gone. It had the shape of a Numamon but was completely see through. Bits of the pitiful creature were falling off to the ground in clumps. It looked like water. Patamon covered his eyes as without warning the Numamon collapsed into a mushy, watery pile. There was no response from the other. It too had started to drip.

Then the watery substance began to rise into the sky, glistening as it went.