Digimon Tamers Zero Two

by MasterCaedus

Tasuke, or Taj, was raised by his 'Uncle' Henry Wong, ever since his parents left when he was very young. In that time, Taj has come to hate his parents and anything related to them. Especially Digimon, the fictional creatures his parents had loved when they were around. But when he gets a real Digimon, Taj must fight Digi-agents of other countries for a chance to find his parents.

4. Digivolution: Dorimon or Dorumon?

AN: Hey, everyone! Happy New Year, sorry it's been a while. I've been busy. Christmas, New Year, family. Important things. I've also been toying with the next chapter in my Star Wars story. I'm unsure, but I think I am going to come back and finish that story. I hope you're all doing well.

Now for responses:

To smartalec121: Thanks. I love Dorimon, too. I was definitely trying to think of Terriermon when writing her. The scene with Henry pretending to talk to Terriermon was my favorite from last chapter, too. It was the first concept I had for that chapter, actually.

To G3r1k: Oh, you're right. BlackGuilmon is a grump to the digicore.

Episode 4: Digivolution: Dorimon or Dorumon?

"I always hate this part of the job, Commandramon," Agent Smith said as she walked through the nursery with her partner. She sighed and shifted the weight of her rifle to her other shoulder,. "Why do we get stuck with grunt work like this? Fetching Wild Ones and guarding a nursery no one can get into?"

"You'd know better than me, Ma'am," the digimon replied curtly. The military digimon, whose form was obviously the inspiration for the blue and black fatigues his partner wore, checked the sights on his own digital weapon, one of the sources on which which the digitally enhanced weaponry the agents of D-CARD carried were designed, and decided it was sufficiently ready. "We just do what we're told."

The woman didn't seem to care what what her partner had said. "Even when there is action, they let the thing through before we can even do anything!" Smith shouted to herself, startling a pack of Botamon that were nearby. The infant Digimon began to warble and cry behind them, only for a glare from Commandramon to scare them into silence. Her gaze wandered over to the patch of blackened and burned grass and destroyed cribs in the otherwise idyllic nursery field, and her eyes softened somewhat. "And who'd let something that did that just walk free?"

Commandramon, having once been a Wild Digimon before his forced Taming, was less affected. "Strong Digimon load the data of weaker Digimon. It is the way of things," he growled out from between his sharp teeth. "Do not mistake evolution for savagery."

"You're such a peachy partner, Commandramon," Smith grunted dryly. She glanced up the path, frowning at the tall gray building they were approaching, a prison that demarcated the boundary of this artificially created Digital Field between the Real and Digital worlds. A prison that held Wild Ones that had yet to be either used as bait for new Digidestined or to lure out foreign agents, or those like Commandramon that would be forcefully bound to a human when it was decided they had enough potential to be worthwhile as more than worms on the line. It felt a little like conscripting a foreign citizen into their own war, but it was do that or let HYPNOS's team of Ultimates rampage across the US without any sort of resistance. It was unsavory, but Gethen always said that the ends justified the means. And so did Commandramon.

The Digimon stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "Does that mean I am incredibly talented in combat?"

"Eh... sure," she told the Digimon.

He turned back to the path they walked on. "Good."

Smith rolled her eyes and followed him down the path. Eventually, they came to a stop at the main doors of the building, and Agent Smith pulled her 3D from its pocket on her left forearm. She pushed it up against the scanner beside the door, and there was a beep. The light on the scanner flashed green, and Commandramon pulled the door open. "Cell 308... third floor, cell 8, cell 308," Agent Smith muttered to herself as she walked in beside her Digimon partner, doing her best to ignore the cries of rage or despair that came from within the various cells. Thankfully they weren't heading for any of the basement cells, where the Champion or – God forbid – the extremely rare Ultimate wild ones were incarcerated. She and Commandramon didn't have the Merge Rate for tagging those things for Bio-emergence.

Two Veemon, though, they could easily take. And once they reached the third floor's eighth cell, they both stopped to prepare. The Veemon inside were headbutting the opposite wall, falsely believing that it was the door. Much like in the children's show, they were not much for intelligence. Somehow significantly less so than in the show, actually. Smith thought it was because they kept headbutting walls. Commandramon just said they were 'hatched idiots.' Smith pulled out a small deck of cards and swiped them, giving Commandramon a data type, urning his rifle into a stun cannon, and shifting his grenades into flashbangs. The tiny soldier nodded gratefully at the woman, then turned back to the door. "All is good to go, Ma'am."

Smith nodded, then used her 3D to unlock the door before pulling it open. Commandramon jumped in, ignoring the confused and angry shouts of the Veemon as he raised his blaster. "DCD Bomb!" the cyborg dragon shouted, grabbing a grenade from its hip and tossing it forward. The blue pair yelped in surprise as the grenade clattered at their feet, then exploded in a burst of disruptive data. The Veemon screamed, stumbling backwards as the bright cloud of data burned into their eyes and created a loud screeching in their ears. In this stunned state, it was a simple matter for Commandramon to step forward with his gun. "M-16 Assassin!" Two shots rang out, green energy coursing through the air. The bolts collided with the Veemon, filling them with its energy before they fell unconscious to the ground. The green energy crackled across them for a few moments more.

"We work so well together," Agent Smith said as she walked through the door, puling out a pair of animal tags. She puled the tops off, revealing harpoon like needles, and jammed them into the Veemon's legs. The tags shimmered for a moment, then melded into the flesh of the Digimon. Smith stood up straight and crossed her arms, looking over satisfied at their work. "How are we never given bigger jobs?"

"What's the Merge rate say?" Commandramon asked simply, keeping his rifle aimed on the Veemon in case they woke up.

Smith glanced down at her arm. "Eh... 15 percent."

Commandramon sighed. "Then there's our answer, Ma'am."

Smith sighed and nodded. He was right. She grabbed the radio at her shoulder. "Okay, Sir. The Veemon are tagged for Bio-emergence in Denver, over," she said into the crackling communications machine.

The line was silent for a moment. "Good. Seal the room for Bio-Emergence." Then it went silent.

Agent Smith nodded and motioned for Commandramon to follow her out. They shut the door and it sealed shut behind them. "Well, I think it's time for lunch. Want some food?"

The room behind the door began to glow bright, the Digimon within being fully dragged across the dimensional barrier constructed almost two decades earlier, something that was almost only possible for Digimon let loose by one nation or another's digital organization. "Will there be banana pudding?"

"Sure, Commandramon. You can have mine," Smith said, patting the military helmet on his head. He shoved her hand away, an annoyed glare on his face. "Let's go."

X X X

Lucas Gethen sat in his chair, running through reports. "HYPNOS has yet to mobilize. Good. It seems their agents in my agency have yet to report on the Hazard's bio-emergence," he muttered to himself as he leafed through the most recent one. Unfortunately, he noted, the Ultimates in HYPNOS had completed their mission in Russia and were returning home. That meant they would be on the board far sooner than he wanted; Gethen had only one human-Digimon pair with the Merge rate and skill to face one of those agents, but even Davis and Huckmon could not face all of them. He supposed he would have to hope they found the Hazard soon, and were able to keep its existence quiet long enough it could reach Ultimate before HYPNOS hunted it down. His plans required that Digimon, after all.

He put the report down and lifted another, glancing through the various missions going on in foreign nations. The assassination of Digimon agents, the capture of Digi-eggs in transport, and information on the comings and goings of agents loyal to groups ranging from China to the EU. Everyone that had a Digital agency was likely doing the same, right then. Trying their best to keep an eye on each other. But the biggest advantage that Gethen and D-CARD had was HYPNOS. The entire world's eyes were always trained on HYPNOS, its advancements, its agents. So the entire world would ignore the movements of a single agent within his own nation's borders, even if it was an American agent.

"Speak of the devil," Gethen said with a smirk as there came a knock on the door, accompanied by the sound of a young man arguing with and trying to quiet another voice. Gethen shut the report in his hand and placed it atop the others, obscuring a folder on the death of Agent Zubel. He leaned forward on his elbows. "Come in, Agent Estevez."

The door opened, and a white Digimon with a red cape bounded in on all fours. Its skin was made of a digital metal, segmented like armor. It claws, the horn on its face, and the tip of its tail were a different metal, dark black and sharp enough to cleave through almost any material. The Digimon's ears flopped around like a dogs, or at least as well as they could being coated in rigid metal, as he continued to bounce around the room. Eventually, he got close to the table and jumped up, landing atop it with a heavy thud and a screeching noise when his claws dragged through its face. The sharp teeth of the Digimon turned into a grin. "Chocolate!"

"You Digimon and your one track minds," Davis grumbled as he walked in after his partner, closing the door behind him. He was a young man with tanned brown skin. His hair was black and cropped short, leaving his serious brown eyes clear to survey everything. He was tall, just over six feet, with the muscular but wiry frame afforded one with D-CARD basic training. He wore a casual white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up and open over a brown t-shirt. A crucifix hung from his neck, on a simple brown rope. His khaki jeans were crisp and clean, held up by a brown belt. His shoes were white sneakers with brown stripes and laces. He stood at attention. "Sorry, Director Gethen. I have been trying to tame my partner's willfulness since my last assignment."

"He's getting better," the director pointed out before reaching into his desk and pulling out the 77% dark chocolate the Digimon had been promised. He placed the pound of sweets on the desk. "That deserves positive reinforcement, I believe."

Huckmon cried out excitedly and basically dove into the chocolate, shredding the paper on it with surgical precision that seemed out of place with claws that large. He sat back on his haunches and picked the snack up to begin digging in with an inhuman amount of noise. "Huckmon, table manners," Davis admonished, earning an unapologetic grin from the Digimon. Davis sighed and turned his attention back to the head of D-CARD. "Sir, we're reporting for duty."

"Good. Is your mother settled in to the new home and job?" Gethen inquired. He gestured at the chair on the other side of the wooden desk, a silent command. Davis nodded and sat down, his back straight and his hands clasped in his lap. "I presume everything is in order."

"Yes, Sir," the young man said, a grateful smile on his face. "She is settling in well."

"Good to hear. Good to hear," Gethen said. He leaned back in his seat and changed the topic. "I trust that you read the files you were sent."

"Of course, Director," Davis responded.

"He read it the entire time on the plane," Huckmon grumbled. "He barely had time to joke with me!"

"Oh, how awful!" Gethen said with a gasp. He shook his head and looked over at Davis again. "What do you think of the information you chose over your Digimon?"

Davis' face turned red. Director Gethen had a habit of being... not closer, but certainly less formal with the Digimon partners of his agents than with his agents themselves. Davis took a breath to calm his embarrassment at his own partner's laughter. He clamped his hand shut over the Digimon's mouth to shut him up. "Director, I do have a few guesses as to the identity of the Digidestined I will be searching for," he explained over the muffled laughs. "I believe that one of them is certainly Henry Wong's niece, Mayumi Anderson, is in the correct age range to be chosen. Her familial ties to the Monster Makers is important as well."

"And the other?"

Davis rubbed his chin. "I believe that there a few more options. There are many individuals that would make sense. His ward, Tasuke... er... Joryawa. But what information you supplied me with did not make any more connections. If we knew how Tasuke came to be in Dr. Wong's care, I may be able to make a more definitive statement. The other members of the Anderson family are possible, though their ages lower the likelihood. I believe the most likely option, however, is that there is another individual not in those files you sent me. There have to be hundreds of potentials in Denver. Maybe thousands. Not every Digidestined is born with a legacy, Director."

Gethen nodded. "Present company does point towards that conclusion," he admitted with a smirk. "That still does not narrow the pool... Of the individual options, which do you think is the most likely?"

Davis shrugged. "I don't know, Sir. Probably the second oldest of the Anderson children."

Gethen nodded slowly. "I see. You will likely find out soon enough. A pair of Veemon have bio-emerged." He crossed his arms and leaned back to put his heels on the table. "Do not break cover or use Huckmon unless it is necessary to defend yourself from a threat, or to defend the Hazard from an enemy agent. Discretion is of the utmost importance, Agent Estevez." His eyes had lingered on Huckmon as he said the last words.

"What?" Huckmon asked through the hunk of chocolate in his mouth. "I can be discrete!" He shouted, jumping up and down quite loudly on the desk. "Like a ninja!" The wood was creaking, now.

"Huckmon, stop," Davis ordered. The Digimon turned to him and sighed, then stopped jumping. "Very well, Sir. Huckmon will remain hidden until I receive further orders, or until otherwise becomes necessary."

Gethen tented his hands. "Good," he stated. "Then dismissed."

Davis nodded and stood up, pulling on his Digimon's cape. Huckmon turned and leaped off the table, hitting the ground and running to his partner's side. "I'll report as soon as I learn anything, Director."

"Very good. Now... aren't you going to be late for school?"

X X X

I groaned and let my head hit the desk of the computer lab. Late. Again. Even if it had only been by two minutes, Mr. Keane still looked like he was going to try to throttle me. "Barely in to the new year, and already late more than on time, Mr. Joryawa?" he had asked as I crept in, hoping he wasn't in the room yet.

I turned to glare at May when she sighed, a noise of utter disappointment. "Henry made me clean the counters this morning. I would have been on time if -"

"But would you really?" May asked dryly.

"... No," I sighed. "I probably would have found a way to be late."

May nodded, then turned back to listen to Keane introducing the new student. It was some hispanic kid named Davis. Didn't seem too interesting, certainly not more than the questions she had for me. "So, how was your meeting with our new best friend last night?" she whispered to me, getting in close. "And where's your backpack?"

I groaned. "He ate it while looking for a Cinnabon I got him," I groaned under my breath. "Just tore it off my back and shredded it."

May chuckled. "Well, Taj, all Digimon are addicted to food, and one food above all others. Mine is addicted to licorice." She shook her head. "Yours wants to eat Digimon and Cinnabon."

I groaned and rested my chin in the crook of my elbow. "I got him to agree to not eat Dory," I explained, but I knew that was... not much of a step forward. He still wanted to, after all. "For now."

"How big of him," she muttered dryly. "I'm glad he's living in some cave, or tree, or whatever. He's a nasty little troll."

I opened my mouth to defend BlackGuilmon, but found no words came and I let it shut. He was, in fact, a nasty little troll. But he was my Digimon. "Come on, maybe he just needs time," I supplied lamely. Yeah, she didn't even buy that I believed that. "Look, it's just going to be hard work. We can do that, right?"

"Do we have to?" May wondered.

"What are you two talking about?" I nearly jumped out of my chair as Davis sat down on the other side of May, inquisitive eyes glancing between the both of us. He locked gazes with May. "Secrets?"

I leaned forward. "Digimon," I said, telling the truth for a moment before changing into a lie. "I say the best one is Omnimon Zwart. She prefers Alphamon. Care to weigh in?"

He shrugged. "I like Gankoomon." He chuckled. "We all chose Royal Knights." His gaze turned to me. "Kind of."

I shrugged back. "Where you from, Davis?"

"If you'd listened to my introduction, you'd already know," he pointed out, a lopsided grin aimed at the both of us.

May nodded. "Fair. Humor us." Her fingers tapped against her cheek.

"Get to work, you three." Mr. Keane walked up behind us. "This is class, not social hour."

"Of course, Mr. Keane," Davis said with a nod before turning and dutifully starting the class assignment, sitting straight up at attention.

Keane turned towards me and May. "You too."

May and I shared a glance. "Sure," I said before the both of us began to work. Something felt weird about that Davis guy, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I slouched and focused on my work instead. I could tell from the glance that May tossed my way that she agreed. We didn't know how right we were.

X X X

BlackGuilmon huffed and snorted as he lay in the shade, trying his best to ignore the rumbling feeling running from his stomach. He had not eaten anything other than a few rabbits all day, and he was learning that was not nearly enough for a newly bio-emerged Digimon. Oh, what he wouldn't give for a Kin-nae-bon. Or a Digimon with fresh data ready to be loaded. Both made his mouth water to the point the dirt was turning to mud and sticking to his chin. And then he thought about having both, and that just made the whole situation worse. "I should have just gone with Tasuke," he grumbled as his stomach rumbled again. "All the Kin-nae-bons I could eat..."

He shot up and shook his head as he realized what he had said. The hunger was getting to him. Living with Tasuke sounded like torture. Just constant 'Digimon' this, 'friendship' that. The nonsense that stupid show had burned into Tasuke's brain would have inevitably resulted in BlackGuilmon murdering Tasuke or, worse, growing soft. No, this was better. Absence makes the digi-core grow fonder, after all.

BlackGuilmon turned and began to look for another rabbit to eat. He shook his feet for a moment, then began to sprint through the park, remaining under cover of trees for the time being. With those humans chasing him, he didn't want to take any chances being seen. Not unless something more pressing came to his attention, like –

He slid to a stop and his head shot to the left. That smell. It was coming from near Tasuke's smell. A Digimon of some kind, and not the tiny purple one. There were two – no, three he didn't recognize. BlackGuilmon growled and turned his body towards the scents. This would be fun. He took off again, sprinting at full speed out of the trees and across the grass. Soon enough, the data of both of those Digimon would belong to him. BlackGuilmon's teeth bared in a grin as he picked up the pace. The sooner the better, after all.

X X X

I groaned as I finally slammed my locker shut. I'd been late so much already that I got an after school detention. Henry was... not going to be happy. May had decided to stick around and work, probably hoping to talk about BlackGuilmon without anyone trying to eavesdrop on us. I shouldered my backpack and glared over at the window. That new kid... Something was really off with him, and I didn't know what. I shrugged and pulled out my 3D to check the time. Yep. Three missed calls from Henry. Well, I could deal with that when I got back home.

I spun around, heart pounding. What was that noise? Scurrying feet and laughter? I gripped my 3D tighter and brought it up to me. There was an old notification I hadn't seen before. I pulled the notification tab down and clicked on the symbol, the hazard. The screen brightened and the hazard appeared, red in the center of a bright white. Then it spun around, and the resulting circle split in two, dragging a new window open in the screen. "Wild Digimon nearby," it said. A blueand white creature appeared, fists clenched. It had two long ears coming out of its head and a yellow 'V' between its eyes. A horn jutted out above its sharp toothed grin, and its powerful legs were tipped with claws. "Veemon. A Dragon Digimon from the birth of the Digital World, and as such is capable of Armor Digivolution. It uses its Vee Headbutt and Boom Boom Punch attacks when its close to its enemies in order to clobber them into submission. A rookie with higher than normal power."

I stared at the screen as it slowly shifted, becoming a compass laid over the hazard. This... was... awesome! I sprinted after the compass, happy for the empty halls. I ran into a door and yelped, stumbling back. I shook my head – okay, gotta pay attention to where I'm going. I rushed forward again, shoving open the door at the end of the hallway and running through.

I shot past somebody. "Taj? Taj, what are you –?"

"DIGIMON!" the purple fuzzball in her arms was hissing, thrashing about.

"Notimegottago!" I shouted at May, sprinting into the gym and grinning. There were two Veemon, bouncing around and destroying things. They were throwing chairs at each other, headbutting the bleachers, and acting crazy. "Okay... those are Veemon."

"Hey, Veemon, look! A human!" one of them shouted as he finally noticed me. He turned and began jumping up and down. "Lookie!"

The other one turned. "You're right, Veemon! It is a human!"

I laughed nervously. "Hello!" I said, giving them a wave and a smile.

"Just like the ones that tortured us."

My smile vanished. "Uh... Uh oh."

"Vee Headbutt!" One of them screamed before he leaped towards me, head first.

"PYRO GRENADE!" The green ball of flame slammed into the side of the Veemon, sending it flying and the explosion singing my eyebrows. The Veemon screamed as it crashed through the bleachers and tumbled to a stop on the ground. BlackGuilmon walked up, the door swinging shut behind him. "I was just getting hungry for some snacks..."

"Hey, BlackGuilmon!" I shouted, giving him a wave.

His eyes turned towards me and a disgusted glare flashed across his features. "Can I eat these ones?" he asked dryly.

I didn't get a chance to answer, however, as the other Veemon had leaped into action, landing a powerful headbutt to BlackGuilmon's side. The dinosaur was sent sideways, rolling across the ground. "Dumb pet! You're going to pay for that!" the other Veemon said as it landed on its feet, then charged BlackGuilmon, who had just struggled to his feet.

BlackGuilmon didn't bother responding, instead turning and snarling at the Veemon charging him. He swiped at the creature with his claws, sending it off course and colliding with the wall. However, just as BlackGuilmon had done that, the other Veemon recovered and landed another headbutt to BlackGuilmon's haunches. He wasn't going to last long fighting both of them alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a card. I raised it and drew it through the 3D's card reader. I hoped this worked. "Digi-modify! WarGreymon's Brave Shield activate!"

The air beside BlackGuilmon congealed for a moment, green lines forming in the air and then filling with matter. A fully formed Brave Shield, complete with the crest of courage, crashed into the ground. The Veemon yelped as its skull hit the shield and it bounced off, clutching at its forehead. The shield then began to tip over, forcing BlackGuilmon to hold it up or have it fall on top of him. "Brilliant plan, Tasuke! Now I have a hunk of metal I can't lug around!" he snarled at me. He jumped away from the shield as the other Veemon lunged. The Veemon's fists still hit him, and he stumbled to the side with a shout of pain. The shield tipped over and slammed into the wood, splintering the floor. The pair of Veemon charged BlackGuilmon again.

"Okay, that didn't work... Er..." I pulled my cards out again. "No. No. No..." BlackGuilmon swatted one of the Veemon away while the other jumped on his back and began to yank on his wing shaped ears. "Last thing I need is a Magna Blast blowing up the gym." BlackGuilmon managed to whip the Veemon over his head and he sprinted right for the other Veemon near the wall. The Veemon yelped and jumped to the side, letting BlackGuilmon slam the Veemon attacking him into the wall. The Veemon shrieked and let go of BlackGuilmon, who raised his now glowing claws to carve it into pieces. The other Veemon jumped in and slammed into his shoulder. The attack went wide and carved through the cement wall instead. Oh, I was not paying for this. "Oh, here! Digi-modify! Energy activate!"

BlackGuilmon glowed for a moment, his wounds stitching shut as an influx of data healed him. "Finally, a good idea from you," he growled at me before he raised his head slightly. "Pyro Grenade!" The green fireball flew forward, exploding against the ground and sending one Veemon flying. The other charged forward and slammed his head into BlackGuilmon's knee. The dinosaur roared in pain and hit the ground, letting the Veemon slam his fists into BlackGuilmon's face. This was bad.

"BlackGuilmon!" I shouted, rushing forward. I wasn't going to let him die, he was... a jerk. A homicidal jerk. A – look, I'm not going to list reasons I shouldn't have done it, because I was running to help him anyways. I grabbed hold of one of the Veemon. "Stop hurting him!"

The Veemon's response was to clobber my gut with his fist. I rolled across the gym floor, groaning in pain. "We'll get you next, human!"

Yeah, this was bad.

I pulled out my cards. One of them had to do something that could get us out of this, I just had to figure out which one

X X X

"NOTIMEGOTTAGO!"

May groaned and squeezed her furball tighter to keep her from charging after Taj. "May, there are Digimoooooon!" Dorimon whined in her human partner's arms. "I wanna seeeee!"

May turned the Digimon around so she could look her in the eyes. "Dorimon, no," she said, all the authority of an oldest child firm in her voice. "I've told you a thousand times, it's too dangerous. We'll get discovered!"

"But what about Dummy?" she asked of Taj. "What if he and Jerkmon can't handle it?"

May rolled her eyes. She pulled her backpack off and began the struggle of stuffing the Digimon inside. "It's one Veemon. I think those two dummies could handle that!" She grunted as she dropped to her knees and shoved hard against her partner's face. "Besides, you won't be any help all tiny like that!"

"Maaaay!" Dorimon whined again, shoving her way out of the backpack. May jumped in her path before she could bolt for the gym but, much to the teenager's surprise, Dorimon just sat down. "Can we just watch? Please?"

May blinked once, then sighed. "Fine, but only for a minute. And we run if anything bad happens, got it? No complaints! You listen."

Dorimon glanced at the ground, then back up. "Fine," she mumbled. She took a few steps forward, then jumped into May's arms. "And you're wrong."

May gave the Digimon a threatening glare.

"What? I was just going to say it's two Veemon, not one. And... something else."

May's eyes widened and she scrambled to her feet, forgetting her backpack and sprinting for the gym door. Two Veemon? The Digimon partners on the show were stronger than your average Digimon, though whether that was because they were Digidestined or because of their species she wasn't sure. She didn't want to risk it either way. She charged through the door and froze. "TAJ!"

X X X

None of the cards were super useful right now. Alias would work... if BlackGuilmon wasn't surrounded. Energy, if he wasn't constantly being attacked. The shield had already been used, and it made him immobile given its size. Apparently the card game and this were really different. This meant, of course, that I had to take... stupid measures. I tackled a Veemon.

Being a Digimon, a Veemon is significantly stronger than I am. Getting rid of it gave BlackGuilmon an opportunity to break out and face the other Veemon one on one. Unfortunately, this one was going to kill me way before BlackGuilmon killed his. The Veemon was on top of me now, glaring at me with all the hatred it could muster. "Fine, human. I'll beat you first!"

"TAJ!"

My 3D went wild in my hand, vibrating and ringing in my hand, shining with a bright purple light. Echoing, I was sure, what was happening to the other 3D in the room. I looked over at the source of the voice, to May and Dorimon. The purple fuzzball leaped out of her arms, soaring through the air. Its body began to glow with a bright light, the air around it forming purple lines in the shape of an egg, which quickly solidified into white and purple stripes. "Dorimon digivolve to..." The egg shattered, and a whole new Digimon came out. It landed on its two feet let out a roar, stretching its new arms. "Dorumon!"

Dorumon was about the same size as BlackGuilmon. She had purple fur running along her body, stopping at the tip of the snout, her claws, her feet, and the tip of her tail. There, the fur was white, with jagged zigzags forming the separation point. It had two, tiny black wings sprouting from its back and stripes of black down the back of its triangular ears. A jagged mane extended out from her cheeks, outlining its sharp maw. There was a triangular, red gem in the center of her forehead, embedded in some kind of black metal case. The yellow eyes were the same as ever, glinting with intelligence. She grinned at the Veemon standing on my chest, then opened her mouth wide. "Metal Cannon!" Her head reared back, then shot forward and out of her mouth flew a metal sphere the size of a human head. It flew forward like a bullet and slammed into the side of the Veemon on my chest. The blue Digimon was immediately thrown away by the cannonball that had just hit it, sending it tumbling head over heels to the ground.

Dorumon took a step forward as all eyes turned to her. She cracked her neck and stretched, her tail and claws arching then coming back to normal. "Finally! I had forgotten what it felt like to be big!" Dorumon shouted, her voice the same as ever. She turned and grinned at my dumbfounded stare. "Dummy!" Then BlackGuilmon. Her face soured. "BlackJerkmon..."

BlackGuilmon growled and snarled. "From a snack to a meal," he hissed.

She narrowed her eyes and looked back at me. "I like his change in attitude," she muttered dryly. Then she took off towards me at a sprint. I scrambled out of her path, narrowly avoiding her claws as they rushed past and the fight began again. I moved towards May, the both of us watching the fight with awe. Dorumon crashed into the stunned Veemon teeth first, wrapping her fangs around its throat. She spun and tossed the creature into the air. She tossed her head back again and fired another metal sphere. "Metal Cannon!" The steel orb flew high and crashed into the Veemon. The Digimon yelped in pain and spiraled to the ground, its data fracturing and glitching as it began to fall apart. Dorumon walked over and glared at the Digimon as it broke apart completely, blue data floating away. Her head cocked to the side, as if she was considering something, then she turned away and let the data disappear completely.

Meanwhile, BlackGuilmon was having a much easier time against a single Veemon. He swung with his claws, the attack raking the ground as the Veemon had to jump out of the way. BlackGuilmon spun around as the Veemon jumped, slamming his tail into the blue Digimon. The Veemon crashed hard into the ground and bounced. "This is payback," BlackGuilmon growled as he finished his spin, claws glowing white. "Rock Crusher!" The claws came down and slammed into the Veemon, impaling it on one claw. The Veemon destabilized instantly, screaming as it exploded into blue data that quickly turned red and flooded into BlackGuilmon.

He stood taller as the last of the data vanished, and turned to glare at Dorumon. She in turn glared at him. BlackGuilmon eventually sighed and took a step back. "Tasuke requested I not attack you or your human," he said with a heavily affected sigh. He turned towards the door leaving the building and slammed his claws into it, opening an exit for him. "For now... Goodbye, Tasuke. Bring me more Kin-nae-bon." He harrumph-ed and left the building, sprinting away.

Dorumon watched him go for a moment, until her body flashed and she vanished, replaced with a small purple and white fuzzball. Dorimon groaned as she looked at her own body. "Great, this again..."

X X X

Davis rushed towards his new school, the pedal of his car flat against the floor. He had to find out what was there, because the 3D only responded like it was if another 3D was facilitating Digivolution. That meant one of his targets was at the school. When he pulled up and saw the massive fog cloud enveloping the building, he knew he was right. "The Veemon must have come here," he growled to himself, throwing the door open and getting out of the now parked car.

"Duh. They followed my scent and the other Digimon's," Huckmon said, appearing out of thin air to land atop the car with a thud. "I've been trying to keep an eye out, but if I get inside the field, the Digimon you're looking for will smell me. And come after me."

"Good idea staying out here, then," Davis said, scratching his partner behind the ears. "Then you should get hidden for now. I'll move in and see if I can determine -" Davis stopped speaking as the fog, the Digital Field, began to slowly vanish. "Disappear, I will approach now."

Huckmon nodded. "You're the boss, Davis. Oh! Let's go celebrate once you find out who it is! We can head to a bike park, right?" Davis glared at the Digimon. "Okay, okay... bike park it is." Then Huckmon jumped into the air, disappearing into thin air.

"Digimon," Davis grumbled rubbing the bridge of his nose before walking towards the school. Running would only draw attention. He crossed to the curb and made his way to the front door, just as it flew open and a pair of people sprinted past, one holding... Dorimon. The Dorumon trainer. He glanced at the faces without turning. May Anderson, niece of Henry Wong, was holding the Dorimon. No surprise there. She was his top suspect for one of the Digidestined. And that meant the other face was Tasuke Joryawa. Not completely surprising. Yet... there was no other Digimon. He turned his attention from them and went through the door. They were too busy talking to acknowledge him.

Davis continued walkinguntil he turned a corner and came to a stop. "Huckmon."

The Digimon appeared beside him, staring up at his partner. "What's up?"

"Do you smell any Digimon or humans here?" Davis asked, carefully examining their surroundings.

Huckmon paused and sniffed the air. "Hm... two dead Digimon, two alive. Both of those left. Can't tell on humans. This place reeks of you guys. There could be a dozen here and I couldn't tell," Huckmon explained. He glanced back at Davis. "Wish I could help, but I can't say for sure if that Tasuke guy you saw coming out of here is the other guy you're looking for."

Davis rubbed his chin. "Then we have no evidence it's him, and I can't ask to see his phone to check if it's a 3D. Not without breaking cover," he muttered to himself. He sighed and leaned against the wall. Then he shut his eyes to think. A plan. He was coming up with a plan. "The most logical answer now is that Tasuke is the other Digidestined. He was here. He obviously knows about Dorimon and Anderson." He turned to Huckmon.

The Digimon groaned. "I'm... not going to like this, huh?"

"We're kidnapping her, and we're telling him."

Huckmon groaned again. "I was right. I don't like that."

Davis sighed. "Sorry, Huckmon. It's the way it has to be," he explained, scratching him behind the ears again. Davis took out his 3D and opened the texting feature. He tapped on the Director's name. "First Digidestined found," he typed. "Mayumi Anderson. Partner Dorumon, taking form of Dorimon. Other Digidestined unclear. Current hypothesis is Tasuke Joryawa. Partner unseen. Requesting permission to acquire first Digidestined & partner, then use as bait for second." He hit send.

"Great," Huckmon sighed. "So... no bike park?"

WHAT? This Davis guy is going to kidnap May? I'm sure that's not going to go over well with Henry or Tasuke. But if Tasuke takes after me at all, he won't tell Henry about any of it until he vanishes into the Digital World. Well, hopefully he's smarter than me.

Anyways, I guess we'll only find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters!