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.

8. Keeping Secrets:A Digital World Message!

AN:

Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a while, but I've been pretty busy. Last month I was sick, and then doing job applications, then interviews, then helping with my family's new dog, then watching my sister's competition out of state, then more job stuff, then writing Arc of Redemption, then figuring out the exact way to write this to set up the next arc, and so on and so forth. But it is here, now.

Anyways, I hope all of you are doing well.

Now, for responses:

To Smartalec121: You did mention that before, but I'm glad you like it enough to mention it again. The Digimon interacting with humans that aren't there partner is one of my favorite parts of writing this, so far, because I feel like Digidestined kind of fall into this... groove with their own Digimon, eventually. But someone else's Digimon is something you don't get as used to. As for Davis and Huckmon, they have kind of hit a plateau in their merge rate, but only like 5 people post Tamers have even hit 80% and gotten to Ultimate, and he's been doing this for almost 5 years. Getting past the 80s would be a big moment for him and/or Huckmon, and would probably be because of one or both of them fundamentally altering part of who they are and what they believe. Taj and BlackGuilmon... I think that's going to be interesting.

Now, I hope you enjoy this next chapter of Tamers: Zero/Two!

Episode 8: Keeping Secrets: A Digital World Message!

I hit the ground a lot harder than I would have liked, and even on the training mat that meant I knew I was going to be sore in the morning. Still, I couldn't let that stop me, and I forced myself to roll to the side to avoid the incoming kick. I pushed up to my feet and slapped the next kick to the side, grabbing hold of my opponent's ankle before he could get away. It threw him off balance enough that May could rush in. She punched at his head, but he was narrowly able to move his head out of the way. I yanked on his ankle to try and destabilize him more, but he was apparently a ninja. He jumped with my pull, avoiding another attack from May and shoving his foot into my chest. I hit the ground with our opponent standing on top of me, pushing all the air from my lungs.

The Batman-wannabe turned and slammed his fist into May's gut as she rushed forward to help me. She doubled over, and his arm reached around to the back of her neck. His leg came off of my chest and it swung around, catching her ankle as he shoved her forward with his arm. She yelped as she flipped and slammed onto the ground face first. We both moved to get up, but our opponent attacked us each for good measure, catching me in the gut and wrapping his hand around May's neck again.

It was at this point that BlackGuilmon broke out laughing just outside of the arena, his harsh laughter directed at me first and foremost. Davis grimaced above us and reached down to help us up. I slapped his hand away and stood up on my own, ignoring the absurd pain in the small of my back. May didn't slap the hand away like I did, but she did push herself up while glaring at him.

Davis lowered his hand and took a step back so he could see the both of us, the panting, lightly bruised both of us. "You really thought you had him that time!" BlackGuilmon laughed. I glanced over, glaring at the claw pointing at us. I think I was starting to understand his position on killing Digimon. Starting with him.

I took a deep breath and ignored him. I needed him to find my dad, after all.

May, however, did not have the same need for – "You annoying little troll!" Yeah, that one works pretty well. "How about we watch you and Huckmon fight next, full evolution? Sound fun?"

BlackGuilmon's laughter vanished, replaced by that of Dorimon and Huckmon. "Only if I get to fight you first," he snarled. "Anything to get rid of the anchor holding us back."

"You're willing to leave then, Merge Rate 0?"

"You... Hag!"

Davis put his hands up, quieting May before she could say anything more. At the same time, Huckmon had jumped on top of BlackGuilmon's head, throwing his balance off and causing him to quiet down or fall down. He chose to quiet down. Davis glanced between the Digimon and us, then began to speak. "You both need to understand something important about a fight, especially one with trained government agents: you two working together, being smart, is the only way that you'll survive. Don't go for the kill, go for the stall. If you can get space, strengthen your Digimon then stall until they can destroy the other Digimon. If you aren't together, stall until the other can arrive to help or I can get there. Winning isn't getting rid of the other person, especially when you're so new at all this, it's surviving." He nodded. "But you've improved a lot. You both need to focus on your balance more and keeping in a defensive stance even when you're attacking, but I think that the two of you working together could survive a few fights."

BlackGuilmon tossed Huckmon off of his head and stared at me without speaking. I'd known him for a very short time and already knew that was either good, or he was planning on eating me. I hadn't known him long enough to tell which. "It is too bad your growth cannot be as obvious as Digivolution, Tasuke," the dinosaur said. He cocked his head to the side. "It appears that, unlike the whimpering moralist female, you can grow."

I shook my head at May before she could scream an insult at him. "At this point, he's just trying to get a rise out of you. Are you really going to give him that satisfaction?" She shut her mouth, but kept glaring daggers at BlackGuilmon. "And BG? Cool it."

"I said not to call me that!" he snapped. Literally. His jaws snapped together like he was a crocodile.

"You don't like that, BG?" Dorimon asked, glancing up at him.

Huckmon snickered. "Aw, I'm sorry about that, BG."

Realizing what was happening, he turned and walked away. "Would you please stop taunting the edgelord Digimon that thinks he's the personification of death?" Davis asked Huckmon as we walked over to the Digimon. BlackGuilmon was still pouting in the corner, smoke rising from his nostrils as he barely contained his murderous tendencies. I guess he could learn.

Huckmon groaned, "But it's fun." He sighed and pouted at the ground. "Okay."

"Is that everything you need today, Boss?" May asked with narrowed eyes.

Davis glanced over at us and frowned. "I... One more thing. You need to come up with a good reason that you're never home."

"What do you suggest, Kidnapper?" I wondered.

He frowned at me, but nodded. "Well, you are getting paid for this; officially, the both of you are government employees. It's hidden behind a dozen layers of security clearances, but you are. The best lies contain a kernel of truth, so say you have a job. It's what I do."

"A job... Even Henry would let me stay out for stuff like that," I said as I thought it through.

May bit her lip. "It might work." She looked up at him. "And when do we get this money we're being paid?"

"You'll get all of it once your training is done, then you'll be paid on a regular schedule," he explained. He absently scratched Huckmon behind the ears. "It's more money than two sixteen year olds could conceivably spend on their own."

"Oof. He lacks imagination," May whispered to me, and I had to fight to keep a massive laugh in.

Davis, seeing our attention had been lost, sighed. "Go home. We've done enough for today."

"Aw, I didn't get to Digivolve today!" Dorimon groaned when May picked her up, the little puffball's pouting taking up half her body. "May, come on! Let me Digivolve!"

"No. You get angry when you have to change back," May said. We turned away from Davis without a word, May heading outside and me checking on Chuckles in the corner.

"We are wasting our time with her," he said as I got closer. The reptilian eyes turned and locked onto me. "Why are we not loading data as we speak?"

"One, she's my best friend, so shut it," I ordered, grabbing the back of his head and shaking it just enough to annoy him. "Second, do you think we could beat an Ultimate level Digimon?" He was conspicuously silent on that matter. "And third, are there even any Digimon around right now other than you three?"

BlackGuilmon narrowed his eyes. "Well, not that I can smell, but..."

"Then this is what we're doing," I said simply. "I may not want to work with Davis, but his boss is my only way of finding my way to my dad, and to finding a way into the Digital World. You know, kind of an all you can eat buffet of data to load? So play nice."

"Neither of those words make sense."

I sighed. "Just... wait. I'm sure someone will try to kill us soon enough." That seemed to get him in a better mood, so I just quit while I was ahead and left.

"Goodbye, Tasuke."

I glanced back. He wasn't looking at me, but BlackGuilmon had definitely said it. "See you, BlackGuilmon."

"What took you so long?" May asked as I got out. Dorimon was still in her arms, grumbling loudly about how unfair it was she didn't get to Digivolve today. "Did the troll demand a toll?"

"Come on, May. He's...um..."

"You were going to say 'Not that bad,' then stopped yourself when you realized."

"When I realized that most of the time he is, yes," I admitted. I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Ugh... I thought partner Digimon were supposed to be fun and nice, not homicidal and cruel."

"And Digidestined aren't supposed to be kidnappers or government agents, and yet..." May pointed out. She shrugged. "For as much as the shows get right, it got just as much wrong. I guess we should be thankful Dorimon here isn't a massive jerk like your partner."

"As if that could happen," Dorimon scoffed. "I'm the best, so obviously I'd be this great."

"And somehow you're still the most humble of our Digimon," I muttered, drawing a grin from Dorimon.

"Just part of my charm."

"Maybe not the humblest by much, though," May remarked as she scratched the Digimon behind the ears.

After a moment, May looked up at me. "So, what now?"

I shrugged. "Wanna head back to my house? We can finish our homework and hang out – you know, without trying to go kung fu on the kidnapper."

"KayKay," May said with a grin. "I tell you what, I'll go easy and make it a fair fight this time: I'll play as D'Vorah, you play as Erron."

"Gee, thanks."

Director Gethen sat down at his private dining table in the office building, enjoying the smell of the delivered mutton. "Ah, aren't lunch meetings just the best, Agent Estevez?"

The young man frowned from the other side of the table, picking absently at the meal. Gethen sighed inwardly; these children had no taste for the finer things. "So, how goes the progress of our newest agents? Everything is proceeding as I had hoped, yes?"

"They aren't bad," Davis said. He pushed his food to the side, and Huckmon leaped up to devour it. "May is better. She's in better shape, but that will even out eventually. Both of them are learning pretty quickly. I passed them for basic hand to hand today, and I'll begin explaining the use of Digiweapons and how to deal with enemy agents tomorrow." He paused. "I don't know if they could handle anyone in a one on one fight, so I'm going to have them stick close together from here on out."

Gethen wiped his face with his napkin, then inquired, "And what of the Digimon? Or your Digivice? Some of the boys in R&D believed that true Digivices would react with one another if in close range."

Davis shrugged. "Well, the Digimon are... very different. Dorimon seems to have a singular lack of focus on anything, but at least she has an attitude we can work with," he pointed out.

"And the Hazard?"

Huckmon cut in, now. "Oh, BG is a real piece of work, G-Man," he said with a laugh. "Unlike the fun fuzzball, he has focus. It just happens to be on how every Digimon looks like a three course meal."

"Huckmon isn't even exaggerating, Sir. The only good sign I can see is that he's only not attacking Dorimon as a favor to Tasuke," Davis explained.

Gethen nodded. "So Merge Rate has increased?"

"Tasuke and BlackGuilmon are currently at 5 percent, Director. That's an improvement from zero."

Gethen chuckled. "Ever the optimist, Agent Estevez."

"May and Dorimon's has also increased to about thirty, but Champion Digivolution probably won't happen until she's put face to face with something that triggers the event. And given how adverse May is to letting Dorimon remain in her Rookie form, I have no idea how much stress that might take." Davis poked Huckmon to get him to stop attacking the empty plate, then returned to the conversation. "We have a pair that want nothing more than to Digivolve but can't get along well enough to do it, and a pair that can Digivolve but one of them wants nothing to do with the process. That's the issue we'll have to deal with first."

"Yes, that will have to be dealt with soon... First, tell me about Tasuke's relationship with the Hazard. That seems the more... difficult situation," Gethen ordered after a moment's pause.

"BlackGuilmon and Tasuke have a very... contentious relationship. BlackGuilmon belittles him for the slightest mercy, even for having friends. He believes everything else is a distraction from his attempts to reach mega." Davis put his chin on his hand and sighed. "But in his own weird way he seems to actually care about Tasuke. At the very least, he wants him to be safe and strong. I think for his reptilian brain that's the closest he can get to friendship."

"So the issue is..?"

"They don't want the same things. Tasuke's decision to hold on to his bonds weakens the one he has with BlackGuilmon."

"I see... Then I believe this issue will be solved when our enemies begin to learn of the three of you." He placed his fork over another chunk of goat and speared it through. "'Friendships' are strongest not when united by similar desires, but by similar enemies. In fact, this should solve both Digidestined's Digivolution issues."

Davis surged to his feet. "Sir, you can't be suggesting what I think you're suggesting!"

Gethen stopped raising the goat to his mouth and fixed a cold glare on his agent. "Was that an order, a suggestion, or was I just hearing things?"

Davis faltered and quickly sat down, pulling his hands into his lap to stare at them. "You were just hearing things, Sir."

"That's what I thought." He took the bite of goat and nodded. "Now, I suppose it is time for you to head home. Don't want your mother worrying." The Digidestined got up to leave. "And Agent Estevez – you've done well so far. Please, do not fail to continue to impress me."

The boy stared at Gethen for a while before nodding. "Yes, Sir. Goodbye, Sir." He turned to Huckmon and patted his shoulder. "Come on, let's get going." He left without another word, silent as he thought of what the Director was soon going to do.

Gethen tented his hands as the agent left the room, then pulled out his work laptop and opened a few files. "Let's see here... who would be the best test run for our baby Digidestined? Certainly not HYPNOS, they would send their Ultimates the first chance they had... Give it a few months, they could be ready. Then..." He grinned and shut the laptop. This could be more than a good chance. This was an opportunity to plug a leak. If the children were strong enough to handle that, they would be well on their way to becoming real assets, not simply unfulfilled potential.

He moved into the main server files of D-CARD, keying in the name of the agent he was thinking of. The computer processed for a moment, then revealed the individual. "Agent Derek Verrater. Partner Digimon: Goblimon/Ogremon." He sneered at the man's face, an arrogant blonde man with gray eyes. "Oh, the list of agencies to whom you have leaked our secrets. The agents I have lost because of you. At this point, the misinformation I have been feeding you is of less use than your death would be."

He sighed. "My only regret is that I likely won't be the one to personally educate you on how foolish that decision was."

"Henry, we -"

That was all he'd gotten before the screen of his D-Power had returned to static, cutting off the message. He hadn't even known the D-Powers could send or receive text like that, but maybe they had managed to find a Digignome or someone else who could have helped them finagle a way to send one. Maybe his research had done something that connected them for a moment. He still wasn't sure. And given how little progress he had made in ten years, he wasn't sure he'd ever know.

But just knowing that his old friends were still alive... he couldn't help but feel happy. He had never wanted to admit it, but there was always a part of him that had been worried. Terrified, even, that they hadn't survived their ten year trek throughout the Digital World. It was a dangerous place to be, even with a Digimon by your side. And given how easy it was to get separated there, that wasn't even a guarantee. On top of that, Henry couldn't exactly see Takato sending a message if Rika wasn't okay; he'd be too busy trying to find her if anything had happened. Unless she was – Henry shook his head: he wouldn't let himself think that. No, right now he was going to get both of them back, and the Digimon.

But that would require finding out what had just happened, so it was with an exasperated sigh that Henry popped open the frame of his D-Power for the millionth time and began to examine the hardware first for something he had missed – or that had changed. Digignomes were basically magic, after all, so who knows? –, checking the transceiver first. Once he was done with this, he'd let his computer analyze the software for the rest of the corrupted message and so see if anything was downloaded that would let it receive messages. Or, hopefully, send them. He was sure Takato and Rika would really want to hear about how their kid was doing after all this time.

He leaned in with his magnifying glasses and used one of his tools to push a wire out of the way, getting to the receiver resting above the screen. It looked... the same. Nothing had changed there, which was expected. As far as Henry knew, Digignomes had a much harder time interacting with the real world since he and the other Tamers had set up the Firewall. Digivices kept appearing, that was obvious, but he had heard the governments were building them, now. Not quite the same.

He moved on to check the rest of the hardware, but was unsurprised when nothing showed up there, either. Made sense; if anything was going to have changed, it would have been the signal transceiver. He replaced the shell of his D-Power and pulled out the cord he used to connect it to the computer tower he had set up in the basement, disconnected from the network. The computer booted up and began to scan through the D-Power's files, a dense chunk of Digicode that it would then have to translate to a human computer language he could actually understand. He'd compare that to his original scan and last month's to, hopefully, find the message and however it was sent.

Until then, he thought he could hear the door upstairs opening. He stood up and stretched for a moment, then walked upstairs. Tasuke was finally home from hanging out with May and their new friend, this Davis kid who had just transferred into their school. He supposed he could allow it, as long as it didn't interfere with school. Besides, it gave him more time to examine the D-Power. As he reached the top of the stairs he walked through and locked it behind him. "Tasuke, what are you..?"

Henry was staring in shock at the goggles I was taking off of my head. Damn. I thought I might have had enough time to hide them. If these goggles had been with my dad when he'd entered the Digital World, Henry might be able to see through our secret right then and there. He'd know that we knew, and then everything would go down hill. "May, head upstairs," he said hoarsely. May and Dorimon gave me a glance, then did as he said.

I clutched the goggles tight and glanced at the ground. "Hey, Henry."

"Where did you find them?" He held his hand out and gestured at the goggles. "Tasuke, those are your father's."

I grimaced inwardly. Great. "I... He gave them to me," I lied, desperately hoping that he would buy it. Given how much he wanted me to believe my parents love me, I think "In Japan. He left them behind with me."

"He... he gave them to you?" Henry asked. He shook his head. "Then... where have they been since then?"

I wasn't quite sure, but I thought... he was buying it. Maybe. "I was seven. I thought you'd take them." I shrugged. "Besides I... I liked having a secret. Something Dad gave me without anyone else knowing. And then when I stopped believing he'd come back, I just didn't want another reminder of him. I threw them in the box with the cards and forgot about them."

Henry was quiet for a while, thinking through what I said while I chanted Buyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyit in my head. Finally, he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Tasuke, does this mean you believe they're coming back now?"

I froze. "I believe that they want to. I don't know if I believe that they can," I admitted, skirting around the knowledge they were literally trapped in another world. And then I added something that I knew would make Henry stop asking. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to cry, adding to the real ones that came up with the idea of what I was about to say. I looked away, guilty I would even think about adding this. "If they're even alive." God, that's a shitty thing to do.

Henry's face softened and he rushed forward, pulling me into a hug. "Tasuke... I – it's okay," he said, patting my head softly. "I know it's been a long time, but I know they aren't dead. I'm willing to bet my life on it."

I hugged him back. "Sorry," I muttered.

"No, it – it's normal to wonder," he said, pulling us apart and clutching my shoulders. "It's been a long time. But they will never stop trying to get to you. And nothing in this world or any other could kill them before they got back to you."

I glanced away from him. I knew that. They were Digidestined, ones who had been at it for... I guess God and Henry only know how long. With experience like that, it would take a lot to take them both out.

"Thanks, Henry," I said with a weak smile. He smiled back, and I felt like a terrible person. "I... I'm going to head upstairs." I turned to leave, then stopped and glanced down at the goggles in my left hand. Well, that's one way to make me feel better. "Uhm – Here. I, er, I was wondering if you could, um, clean them? While I'm hanging with May."

Henry blinked once and then smiled, taking them from my hand. "Ah, I'm so happy you're such a terrible liar, Tasuke," he said. Oh, great. Now I felt like crap again. He rubbed my head. "Thanks, Tasuke. I'll take good care of them until tomorrow."

I smiled back, then went upstairs, the smile fading when he couldn't see me anymore. I scratched Momentai's ears as I reached him at the top of the steps, and then jumped into my room, the dog following me. May put Dori down on my bed and looked at me with concern. "Is... everything okay?"

I picked up Momentai and put him on my lap, letting the dog walk over to Dori to pant excitedly. "No, he bought it all. Said I found them in the card box." I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "I told him I was worried they were dead just to get him to stop asking questions."

May grimaced and shook her head. "Jeez. That's shitty."

"Yeah, I know," I hissed back as quietly as possible. "It was like I... I don't know, punched a puppy? And you know what he said when I gave him the goggles?"

"No."

"I gave him this bull story about wanting them cleaned, and he just said, 'I'm happy you're a bad liar.'"

May couldn't help it and laughed out loud, Dorimon barely containing a snicker. "It's not funny," I stated.

"Oh, it's awful. But it is hilarious," Dorimon explained. She smacked the dog away as he began to sniff her. "Hey! Bad dog."

"Look, it sucks. And it's not cool. At all," May explained. She leaned forward and grabbed my hand. "But it's good you feel bad, right? And I can tell you from my own experience with Dory that a lie to save someone's life – or in your case, to save your parents from a dangerous parallel dimension – isn't the worst thing. You can always apologize when we get them back."

I gripped her hand back. "Thanks, May. I know you didn't want to do all this, but it means a lot that you will."

She smiled then slowly let go of my hand. "Ahem. I, uh... How about I kill you in MK now? D'Vorah will annihilate you, no matter the character you choose."

"Not even going to let me win a fight? Come on!"

"That would be insulting," she said, already picking up one of the controllers. "Do you really want me to patronize you?"

"Yeah, Dummy! Would you rather be treated like a baby, or like a Dummy?"

I glared at Dorimon. "What a difficult decision," I muttered dryly. I glared at her for a moment more before grabbing the other controller. "May, have you ever thought about a barking shock collar? Might make it a little more peaceful if she wasn't constantly talking."

"Oh, you know you'd miss my words of wisdom."

"I hate your dog," I grumbled as the game started up.

8 Days Earlier...

Agent Jennifer Smith sat quietly, taking a sip from her beer while she waited for her Digimon Partner to explain just what had him so out of sorts. This was his first time in the human world, so she had expected him to want to see the sights. Instead he'd had her go and rent a motel room that they weren't even using. She was crashing in a friend's guest house. "Who are we running from right now, Cadetmon?" she finally asked, kicking her legs up onto the table and sighing contentedly. She took another drink. "Because you've been acting weird since we left the Director's office. I mean, 'We need to talk?' What the hell is that about?"

Cadetmon tapped his stubby arm against his leg, looking more and more worried as time went on. "Cadetmon. Cadetmon!"

His head snapped up. "What? Oh, right. Right." He moved to the edge of the table, next to his partner's feet, and sat down with his feet dangling. "Agent – Jen. What do you know about the Digimon Hierarchy?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Uh, not much." She put her beer on the ground and shrugged. "You guys used to have some kind of god-king, right? The 'Digimon Sovereign' responsible for the Deva Invasions way back when."

"Kind of. It's a good start," Cadetmon said. He held up a stubby arm before realizing he didn't have fingers in this form and disappointedly lowering his hand. "There are four Sovereigns, designed to watch over the Digital World after the first Server it was on tried to annihilate the Digimon before the Monster Makers even made the D-Reaper. The Sovereigns are served by various powerful Digimon. Angels, for one."

"Okay. So... the Digital World is, what, based on our religions?"

Cadetmon nodded. "Right. And where there's Angels, there's Demons." He shivered. "The Director, he was talking to a really dangerous one. Reapmon."

"Give me the rundown. Considering I don't watch the shows or whatever," Jen said. She picked up her beer and took a drink.

Cadetmon glanced down, then up at her. "He serves the Seven Great Demon Lords. Mega-mega Digimon. The most evil Digimon in the Digital World, and we don't exactly care about good and evil as much as alive and dead. But them? Evil. Reapmon is an Ultimate, but I don't know if that one Estevez agent could even take him. Not even the HYPNOS agents." Cadetmon shook his head. "So if Gethen is working with Reapmon, he's being played, or..."

"He's working for them," Agent Smith finished for her partner. She clutched her beer in both hands. "I... Jesus Christ. Either of those would be... Jesus Christ."

Cadetmon nodded solemnly. "The Demon Lords want to rule the Digital World, but they wouldn't stop there. They want this world too, and they'd have fun killing any humans they saw. Maybe all of them, because then there'd be no Digidestined to stop them."

"So he's, what, going to use the Hazard to break the Firewall and let these Demon Lords out into our world?" Smith wondered. She downed the rest of her beer in one go and then threw it at the wall, the glass shattering everywhere. "Goddammit!"

Cadetmon glanced up at her. "We... have to stop it."

She looked down at him. "I thought you'd want to be a good soldier," she mocked.

Cadetmon nodded. "A good soldier follows orders that aren't evil. This is evil."

"So what do we do?"

"We find out where the Hazard and its partner are," Cadetmon said. He nodded slowly, steeling himself. "And we kill them."

"Even if it's a kid?"

"Then only if we can't get the Hazard. We can't let Reapmon get it!"

Smith watched her Digimon, and he briefly wondered if she was going to turn him in. She'd get a promotion and a different Digimon. She'd get everything. And besides, he could be wrong about this. "Then that's what we'll do," she said. She held her hand out to Cadetmon. The tiny Digimon stared at the hand, then smiled grimly. "Partner."

"Okay, Partner." He took her hand and shook, the both of them becoming – officially – guilty of treason.

I'M MARRIED TO RIKA!? Oh, jeez, I can hear Terriermon laughing now. 'Dream Girl.' Oh, God, I hope he didn't bring that up at our wedding. That would probably be... bad. Well, at least I know I'm alive now. So, I guess I don't make the mistake of bringing it up too often. Or maybe Rika's better with her self control when it comes to trying to kill me? Hm... let's put that in the maybe pile. Marriage, right? But what exactly is Director Gethen doing with Reapmon? Can't be good news if an evil Digimon like him is involved. Hopefully Tasuke, BlackGuilmon, May, and Dorimon can get it together in time to stop it!

I guess we'll have to find out more next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters!