It's been two weeks since the night of the storm. Despite everything that happened that night; the property damage, the loss of life, and the incident with the canal, the night will go down in history as one of the worst storms that Net City has ever been witness to, and nothing else.
The city has recovered since that night. The scorch marks on the pavement, the torn up streets, the collapsed buildings from the battle that never was have been written off, and allowed to begin healing.
Walking up in the more quiet part of the Net City, the only person with a figment of an idea of what happened that night is brought out of their slumber via the alarm clock sitting beside their bed.
A hand creeps out from the covers to slam down on the alarm, switching it off. Shifting under the covers, a mane of bright blonde hair rises out of their slumber. The same young scientist that fell into the canal pulls themself from their bed. While trying to wake himself up, he brushes his fingers through his mane, casually stroking the scar above his forehead.
A voice calls out to them from downstairs, "Boy! Are you up yet?" The voice is deep, and gruff, like an old man.
Hearing their boss's voice, they spring to their feet, "Just a minute!" Leaping from his bed, he grabs his clothes from the chair in his room, and quickly throws them on, changing out of his colourful pajamas. He puts on his uniform, a traditional courier outfit. Leaving his bedroom, he grabs a digital smartwatch from the shelf on his way out.
His boss can hear the sound of him rushing downstairs, nearly tripping over himself. He bursts through the door like a burning ray of sunlight that lights up the room as if he was the sun itself. He's still putting himself together as he takes his place at the dinner table.
"Good, you're up. We've got a few packages in that need our attention," the old courier puts down a tray of breakfast, a bowl of boiled rice, boiled vegetables, grilled fish, and miso soup, with a cup of hot tea. "Get that down ya, before grabbing any package."
Also on the tray was the young man's ID card. It has a recent picture with the subtle scar, the listed age of 18, and just one name, Kazuki. Kazuki's eyes light up upon seeing his breakfast. He pushes his ID out of the way and tucks into a warm breakfast. He barely saves time to breathe before shoving rice and fish into his gob like it was at risk of being taken away from him.
Their boss just stands there, holding one of the newly arrived packages in his hands as he watches his new hire go through their breakfast. "You'd think I'd be used to seeing this savagery, but I've been proven wrong before."
Kazuki just looks up from the tray, mouth full with a dumbfounded look, "Sorry, what was that?" His voice is muffled and barely understandable.
"Nevermind, he's your first assignment of the day." They put the package and clipboard on the table beside his tray. Kazuki finishes what's left on his plate and thanks him for the food, before pushing the tray aside.
Grabbing everything from the package to his ID, he carries it around the front and stuffs the package in his bag. The old man stands at the door, and watches as their recruit straps in, before taking off down the road on his peddle bike.
The courier headquarters is only just on the outskirts of the city, tucked neatly between the downtown area, and the docks. Making good time on the delivery, he takes the more scenic route along the city's canal.
Riding along the new route, his eyes catch a glimpse of the sun's light beams reflecting off the calm surface. He turns his head slightly to take in the blue of the waves.
While he freely glides along the flat surface of the path, staring out into the canal, visions start to flash in his mind. They start as still images, like a picture. Images of heavy rain, and guided bolts of lightning. He snaps out of it and continues to peddle, adjusting his riding. While keeping his same relaxed expression, the very sight of those images caused his heart rate to rise.
Just as he starts to recover from the sudden shock, more visions begin flashing before him, this time like a video. A first-person perspective video in black and white with no audio. He watches from the perspective of someone running away from something. Rain coming down, with neon signs everywhere, and a rough storm.
The visions stop before he can see anything of worth. However, when his focus returns to reality, everything becomes very bright. His eyes glow a radiant blue, everything he sees is in a light blue just like his eyes.
Freaked out, he hits the brake on his bike hard, stopping himself from getting into an accident. Through rapid blinking, and heavy concentration, his vision returns to normal. The world is how it should be.
He sits there on his bike to calm down. Hanging over the edge of his handlebars, panting heavily with sweat dripping from his forehead. He wipes his brow before practicing his breathing. This isn't the first time he's dealt with these visions.
After he's gotten his heart rate down, and fully calmed down his breathing, he lets out a cool sigh of relief before getting back to work.
A hole in the sky appears above him before he sets off. Before he can put his foot down, a small creature falls from the sky and lands in his basket at the front of the bike.
Kazuki sits there, eyes wide, unsure of what just landed in his basket. Leaning over, he tries to investigate when its head pops out of hiding. Kazuki jumps upon seeing the small creature reveal itself.
Sitting there in Kazuki's basket is a small creature covered in snow. While most of the body is covered in a thick layer of snow, it has fingers and spikes on its back made of ice, as well as a snort with a singular frozen droplet from its nose. It looks up at him with a pair of big black eyes. This is Hiyarimon, a lesser Digimon.
Kazuki's fear is quickly crushed by the cuteness of this Digimon. Kazuki notices the discomfort of the Digimon as the sun's light starts to make its body melt. Thinking fast, Kazuki removes his uniform jacket and hovers it over Hiyarimon to give it shade. The small Digimon flinches at first, but slowly looks up when they realize Kazuki means no harm.
"There. Does that feel a little better?" Kazuki softens his voice in the same way a person would speak to a scared stray.
Hiyarimon nods, "Thank you."
Kazuki shows no reaction to them being able to talk. "You're welcome. Where did you come from? Are you hurt?"
Hiyarimon looks around, realizing they aren't in familiar territory. "I'm not in the mountains? I was being chased and tried to flee. I remember falling and then…I landed here."
While Hiyarimon tries to explain their story, a dark figure lands behind Kazuki. They stand on top of the rallying of the canal but doesn't make themself known.
"Hey now, relax, you're safe now," Kazuki tries to calm them down by petting their head, stroking their cold ears. While petting the Digimon, Kazuki's smartwatch starts to glitch. The screen goes blank before an updating screen comes on. "Do you know what was chasing you?"
"Oh, I think that part should be obvious." Kazuki can hear a dark, venomous voice behind him. He turns to see the course, the figure from above.
A humanoid Digimon, tailored in completely black clothing, with long claw-like fingers, devil's horns, tattered wings, and skulls on its shoulder and knee. It has the deep red Mark of Evil on its chest and on its left boot. This is the fallen angel Digimon, Devimon.
"And by the way human," Devimon extends their hand. "I wouldn't say you're safe." Clenching their fingers, devil Digimon tries to intimidate Kazuki. Hiyarimon tries to hide under the jacket. "Unless of course…you'd be willing to give me that Digimon. And I might just let you leave with your life."
Kazuki grabs his jacket, and tugs it down, covering the basket completely. "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a humble courier on route to delivery."
Devimon smiles, letting out a faint scoff. "Oh please, human. You have to do a better job at lying than that. I can practically smell the lesser on you. So just hand it over already."
"And if I don't?"
Devimon slams their fist into a wall, shattering the brick like it was Jenga pieces. "Do you understand me now, human? Hand over the lesser, and I might not have to hurt you."
Kazuki looks back at the basket, then to Devimon. He lets out a hard sigh, "Fine. I guess there's no other way around it." Putting his foot down, Kazuki speeds off down the pathway on his bike, putting some distance between Devimon and them.
Devimon just laughs, "Ah well. I wasn't going to hold up my end either." Spreading their wings, the devil Digimon takes off after them both.