| Digital Shuffle By Famira Damaris Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own Digimon. Author’s Note: Well, this is spur of the moment! Third season, centered around Takato (switches to the other characters from time to time). Takes just before Yamaki sets forth his Juggernaut plan thingie (like, a day or two before the Juggernaut starts…uh…sucking up Digimon o_O Don’t really know the exact episode, guess between Episodes 12 and 14) departs from cannon from there and goes off in a different direction (Lee doesn’t know that Takato and Guilmon had their little talk). I’ve only seen what they’ve shown on Fox, so…third person, probably angsty, don’t know if there will be any shounen-ai (or really any couplings yet, though for some reason I think Lee/Takato and Takato/Juri are really cute) or even much of a plot for that matter (I’ll try tho ^_^). Pretty much a what-if fic, using the original names (if I’ve gotten any of the names wrong, please tell me!)…I’m not sure if Lee/Henry goes to the same school as Takato. If it’s out of character, sorry! I’m trying ;_;! Also, I don’t know any of the teacher’s names, so I’ll be making them up unless someone tells me their names ;_; Not sure about character ages either…I think I better stop babbling since no one ever reads ANs. ^.^;;;; Italics for thoughts and emphasis and sound effect. This is my first Digimon fic, so please go easy on the criticism! Mostly PG unless it gets violent (only if there’s later chapters, which I hope to write if I can: the worse curse is probably “shit”.) And it’s going to probably be really long (this first chapter is the longest chapter I’ve ever written in any fanfic), so please bear with me ^_^; ------------------------------ Digital Shuffle ------------------------------ [Day 1 – False Digital Fog] “So, what’re your plans for tonight?” Takato Matsuda looked up, tugging on his shoes, “Huh?” “I said, what’re your plans for tonight?” Jenrya Lee repeated. The dark-haired boy was carefully folding his gym shirt, his back to the other. He had just finished his physical education class – Takato’s P.E period happened to fall right behind Lee’s. The mop-headed boy had arrived at the last moment in the five-minute interval between classes and had caught Lee preparing to leave. “Um…dunno,” Takato bent over his knee as he focused on tying the laces of his gym shoes, “Homework and more homework, I guess.” “Oh, that’ll be fun.” Lee said. He placed the folded shirt and shorts into his small locker, “You really have that much homework?” “Yeah. And I really wanted to see Guilmon today…” Takato sighed, sounding bummed out. He reached up to remove the yellow goggles from his messy hair, wincing as the straps got caught in a chestnut brown tangle. The shorter boy tugged on the goggles until they ripped themselves from the tangle, managing to suppress a yip of pain. “I probably won’t have enough time when I finish my homework to get out of the house….” “You know, if he wasn’t so big, he could stay at your house instead of out in the park.” “You don’t have to remind me,” Takato mumbled. “Well, you should’ve known a red dinosaur would be just a little obvious. If your parents won’t even let you keep a cat, what made you think they’d let you keep Guilmon?” “It wasn’t like I had it all planned out…” a mock protest. Lee closed his locker, slipping his socked feet into his sneakers. He turned to his friend and grinned to indicate that he was just bantering. Takato only heaved another rueful sigh. “Man, sometimes I think I bring all this stuff down on myself,” he grumbled. He didn’t really mean it – all the grousing - no matter how much he complained. He had created Guilmon completely by accident (actually, he still wasn’t quite sure how he’d did it, only that it probably involved that weird blue card that had vanished right after Guilmon had popped into his life), but he didn’t regret his actions. In fact, overall, it had been really fun hanging around with Guilmon, Lee and Terriermon. Heck, even Ruki wasn’t that bad once you got to know her. Gosh, I just realized how boring my life was before I met Guilmon and the others…wow. Next time I see Guilmon, I’m going to have to thank him for making my life a bit more exiting. Lee shouldered his backpack, “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” “Meeting up with Terriermon?” Takato opened his own locker. “Yeah. He’s waiting outside. Said the locker room’s too smelly for him.” “Smelly? Hey…now that you mention it, it does sort of smell in here…” “You know Terriermon: blunt, as usual.” “Yeah…as usual…” Takato trailed off, not sure what to say. There was a long, awkward silence. Takato scratched the back of his head, while Lee cleared his throat. “Uh…” The dark boy looked like he wanted to say something but wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it. He shuffled his feet, “Ah…about - ” A piercing whistle sounded from outside. “Oh, jeez, P.E’s starting!” Takato hurriedly shoved the remainder of his belongings into his locker and shut the metal door, “I’m gonna be late again!” He hastily pulled up his gym socks from where they had slipped down to his ankles, “Sorry, Lee, but I gotta…” He looked up. Lee was gone. “…go…?” Takato trailed off. He wondered briefly what Lee had been about to ask before he remembered that he was supposed to be at gym class. Eigh, I can’t be late for P.E or Mrs. Yamachi’s gonna make me run around the whole school again! Keeping this cheerful thought in mind, Takato raced out of the locker room. <><><><><><><><> Lee made his way across the school’s campus. He was supposed to be heading to his English class: the Tamer wasn’t really concerned that he might be a minute or two late. He could just say he’d gone to the bathroom – the teacher knew he was a good student and probably wouldn’t give him any trouble. And what was one tardy? It wasn’t like he was always late. This would probably be, what, only his second tardy? So it didn’t matter. The blue-headed boy crossed the stretch of grass, heading for the shed. He had told Terriermon to hide near the school’s tool shed until he came by after P.E. Lee smiled slightly: the rabbit-Digimon had insisted that the boy’s locker room was “stinky” and “killing my nose”. Terriermon might be right, but he also had a problem with exaggeration, along with being altogether too blunt at times. Especially when he had first encountered Takato and caused the poor kid to run away, on the verge of tears. Lee’s smile dropped. On the topic of Takato… Lee was concerned about the other Tamer. He didn’t want to play babysitter or anything, but…well, he was worried. Takato wasn’t acting strangely or anything – which was exactly what troubled Lee. It really hadn’t been that long since Guilmon had first digivolved to Growlmon. Lee had seen the horror and the fear in Takato’s face that night. I was even a little afraid! I thought Growlmon was going to make us the second course after he got diced up Devidramon into Devidramon-sashimi. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had been going through the goggle-headed boy’s mind at the time: he had been afraid that Growlmon wasn’t Guilmon anymore, that whenever he digivolved, he’d turn into a monster that only loved to destroy. I used to think like that. That’s why I didn’t want Terriermon to digivolve either. Still, Lee was bewildered: Takato was acting like nothing had happened. Like Guilmon had never digivolved that night. Like everything was fine now. I find that hard to believe. Lee personally thought that Takato was trying to pretend like nothing was wrong. Takato might have even fooled himself into believing that. Man, I should’ve known Takato would be an optimist. He always wants to see the best in people, doesn’t he? But I know that if he keeps pretending that nothing happened, it’s only going to come back and hit him in the stomach. That’s the problem with idealists: they’re fine until something or someone goes up and shatters some idea of theirs. Takato knew this wasn’t a game. These wild Digimon we’ve been fighting…they’re as real as we are. Takato seemed to get over the fact that we’re killing them really fast. Lee frowned. Maybe he should explain to Takato the similarities between the Tamer’s Digimon and the wild ones again. Takato was taking things too well, especially for his situation. Maybe he didn’t fully understand that the wild Digimon weren’t cold-blooded monsters? He probably didn’t know that they were most likely frightened because of the strange world they found themselves in. Yes, he’d definitely have a talk with Takato. Deleting Digimon was as bad as killing humans. And what were they going to do about that weird blond man with the sunglasses? Lee himself had only seen the guy when he had said something along the lines of “stop playing dangerous games” or something similar to that a few days ago…but Takato had said that he had seen the blond man another time. He hadn’t gone into details because the both of them had been sitting in class. I wonder why that man seems to be so interested in Takato? He seems to be popping up wherever Takato is… Another thing Lee was going to have to ask Takato when they both had more time. Lee sighed. Today’s not good though. He said he had a lot of homework, so I can’t call him. And I have to run some errands right after school, so I can’t talk to him on the way home either. Tomorrow’s better…it’s not really that pressing. “Le-e-e!” The half-Chinese boy snapped to attention in time to spot the bundle of light green fur hurtling through the air toward him. He threw up his hands. “Hey! Warn me next time you jump at me like that!” The Digimon scrunched up his nose at the tan boy. “What took you so long? I was bored to death!” Lee laughed quietly as Terriermon scrambled from his arms to perch on his backpack, “I was in P.E. We had to do conditioning today.” “You wash your hair for exercise?” Terriermon snorted, “That’s so weird.” Lee craned his head, watching as the rabbit-Digimon slipped into his backpack, his head and floppy ears sticking out. “No, we don’t wash our hair for exercise, Terriermon. You’re just being silly. Conditioning is a bunch of exercises that supposed to work out all your muscles. The teacher decided to make us go around the conditioning stations several times – I just got out of the locker room,” he replied. “…Huh.” Lee turned around and began to make his way back to the main classroom complex. He had to shift his heavier backpack several times because it kept slipping. “Terriermon, you’re going have to lose some weight,” Lee grunted jokingly, “I’m going to break my back one day because of you.” He didn’t quite hear his Digimon’s reply: the ringing bell drowned anything the rabbit-like digital creature might have said. Lee broke into a run. He didn’t want to be more late than he already was. <><><><><><> “Conditioning. I shoulda known.” Takato rolled his eyes up to the sky, “Maybe running around the school wasn’t such a bad idea.” Juri glanced at him, “You don’t like conditioning, Takato?” The brunette groaned, “No! Actually, I don’t really like P.E at all. I’m horrible at running and swimming and I’m always the last whenever we have to do races. It’s sort of embarrassing.” Which was all very true: he wasn’t exaggerating at all. He really was bad at gym. It was humiliating: last time, he had been at least five minutes behind the second-to-last runner when they had to run cross-country around and through the campus. Most of his classmates had already gone back to the locker rooms, having given up on waiting for him. Takato watched forlornly as the slim, athletic form of the gym teacher passed him. She was almost done with the student attendance, he noted with some dread. He had hoped she’d take at least a few minutes longer – anything to cut down on the conditioning time. Great. I just know I’m going to look stupid out there. At least no one’ll laugh at me…I hope. He scratched the back of his leg nervously with the toe of his shoe. I wonder what stations they set up for the conditioning? “I wonder what stations they set up?” Juri asked, echoing his own thought. I wish I knew. Hopefully these’ll be something I can do without looking clumsy. Like jump rope. I can jump rope. Please don’t let it be the Stair Run. I always fall up those stairs and bang my knees every time we do those! Takato made a face. Aw, come on. I’m not a baby anymore…besides, it’s the last class. He supposed he could survive a few cuts and bruises on his knees. Mrs. Yamachi spoke up, coming to a stop in front of the line with clipboard underarm. She clapped her hands together in an effort to gain her class’s elusive attention. “Alright. Looks like everyone’s here.” The tall woman made some marks on the clipboard she was carrying and looked up, “Today, we’re going to be conditioning. We’ve had the stations set up by numbers: as soon as you complete one station, move to the next. Stations will be marked by a blue traffic cone and a sign that will have the station number on one side. The other side of the sign will have instructions for that station’s exercise. I expect you all to go through all the stations more than once.” This was answered by a groan from the students. Yamachi only shook her head, her short green hair swinging. “This is good for you, children!” Another groan. “I’ll be running through the stations with you. I don’t want to see any of you failing to put your full effort into this.” Yamachi looked down to consult her clipboard again, “I’ll be pairing you all up into groups of two – no, you can’t pick your partners – and sending you off. When you find your partner, you may begin the conditioning.” She looked up, and smiled pleasantly, “And don’t think that just because you might have been paired up with a friend that you can slack off just because my back’s turned. I’ve got eyes in the back of my head and I see and know all.” This was answered by rebellious mutters. Takato bit his lip. So much for hiding out somewhere until school ended. Especially if there was a chance that his partner might decide to be a tattletale. Guess I can scratch that idea. Yamachi began to pair off the students: “Hirokazu and Hiros…Kazu and Ashige…” The line began to split apart as the pairs were called. “Juri and Takato…” Oh, this is good. A mental sigh of relief. Juri’s okay. He didn’t have to look very far for his partner: mostly because she was standing in front of him in the line that was rapidly breaking apart. Juri flashed him a cheerful smile that he returned nervously (nervously because sometimes her perkiness frightened him and because he just remembered that she loved conditioning days). Juri might be okay, but I forgot that she loves conditioning. She won’t want to go slow or anything. Takato flicked a glance at the girl jogging beside him. Well, I’ll try to keep up, I guess. Just because I’m not having a blast doesn’t mean she can’t. They stopped in front of the first cone, which was labeled as “Coordination”. Juri skipped around the bright blue traffic cone and read it out loud. “ ‘Coordination: rub your head and pat your stomach. Then spin around twenty times clockwise and twenty more times counter-clockwise. Then pat your head and rub your stomach. Does this three times before moving on to Station Two’ ” “You’ve got to be kidding…” Takato muttered. “That’s what the sign says,” Juri grinned, “It’s almost like a piñata at a party, except without the piñata and the candy. Just lots and lots of spinning!” Takato sighed for the third time in the period. This wasn’t going to be any fun. He could only hope he wouldn’t get sick with all that spinning. <><><><><><> Click. “Sir!” Click. “What is it now?” Click. “I have another wild one. It’s managed to avoid the tracers I sent: visual confirmation has failed. There’s no known data on this one!” Click. “Try a firewall! Is it going to bio-emerge?” Click. “I’m not sure yet…the firewall has been breached!” Click. Click. “Do something about it! I don’t want anymore of those things getting through!” Click. Click. “It’s getting closer! Trying another lock…lock failed! It’s going to bio-emerge!” Click. Click. Click. “Where?” Click. Click. Click. “…T-the…Juggernaut, sir!” Click. “What?! What’s going on?!” Click. “…It’s bio-emerging, but it’s still traveling along its present course at the same time! It’s passed right though the Juggernaut!” Click. Click. Click. Click. “…It’s gone. I can’t track it anymore. It’s out of range.” Click. “…Shit.” Yamaki’s pale hand closed around the cigarette lighter. The clicking abruptly stopped. In the darkness of the deck, he was almost shaking with fury – it was only with considerable restraint that he refrained from any outburst. He forced his voice to be level, “Is there any damage to the Juggernaut?” “…Running a scan…no, there doesn’t appear to be any damage to the exterior or interior,” the technician’s voice was puzzled. Yamaki scowled, pulling off his sunglasses. He didn’t understand how this could be possible! It reeked of a trap, something just waiting to go wrong. It was a battle to regain his composure, “I want a technical team down there as soon as possible.” “…yes, sir!” A rapid-fire spurt of taps from the keyboard, “But where are you going, sir?” Yamaki replaced his glasses, whirling on his heel, “I’m going to the Juggernaut myself!” He was calm now, though he could still feel the anger burning through him. If something happened to the Juggernaut… The clicking resumed, but there was a nervous undertone in its rapid beat. Click. Click. Click. Click. <><><><><><> “Takato, you don’t look so well.” The mop-headed boy leaned against the wall, seeing an interesting array of stars, “I don’t feel so well either.” Juri patted Takato on the back sympathetically. They had gone through the whole conditioning course three times – in fact, he was pretty sure they’d just finished the Coordination station again, which most likely accounted for the fact that he wanted to go in a corner and throw up somewhere. I think I’m too dizzy for that though…Takato waved away Juri’s offers of assistance. “I’m fine…just…need a moment…to rest.” Takato leaned his head against his arm, his chestnut brown hair damp with sweat. The thin girl made a face, “Are you going to barf? You are, aren’t you?” “I am not! All that spinning just made me dizzy, okay?” He summoned up a feeble smile to take the sting out of his words, “ And I’m really tired and my knees are killing me because of those stairs, my legs hurt from that sprint and I could go on forever, but I’m not because I think I’m too tired to finish the list.” Juri’s face fell and she looked apologetic, “I thought you were doing fine. You looked like you didn’t have any problems keeping up with me…if you weren’t feeling well, you should’ve said something…” Takato didn’t say anything, instead closing his eyes and concentrating on catching his breath and his sense of balance. Juri continued, her voice wavering slightly, “I would’ve stopped…I kept going around the course because I thought you were doing okay…” Juri, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. Takato was about to straighten and tell her so when the ground suddenly gave way underneath his feet. For a second, he almost did become violently ill and lose his lunch. He felt himself almost stagger as a sliding disorientation seemed to spin him around (much like that Station One had, in fact), pick him up and shake him around like a rag doll. He couldn’t see anything but thousands of black and white dots, like static. The sensation like something was giving him a cursory examination. It felt like someone was trying to twist his guts into a pretzel. In that brief moment, he decided he did not like pretzels anymore. And then it was over. The disorientated feeling couldn’t have lasted for more than a few seconds, though it had seemed like hours to him. He opened his eyes: the ground was safe and firm under his feet, with no signs of suddenly breaking away. He wasn’t seeing any static anymore, and his stomach seemed to be its normal shape. Juri hadn’t even noticed the wave of lightheadedness. That’s weird…I’ve never been lightheaded after P.E…I'm not in that bad shape... “I’m really sorry,” Juri was saying. She turned to Takato with a hopeful expression: she wanted him to say that it wasn’t her fault and that he was feeling fine. He did just that, “It’s not your fault, Juri.” He pushed himself away from the wall, “Look, I’ve caught my breath. I’m fine.” “You sure?” “Yeah. I told you, I’m really bad at P.E.” Takato shrugged. He didn’t feel light-headed anymore, or sick. The only thing wrong was that his knees seemed to want to wobble all over the place and he swore he could already feel the bruises forming on his knees. The gym teacher jogged past them, blowing her whistle and signaling the gym class was over. Takato started to head toward the locker room, followed by Juri. She had accepted his answer, and asked no further questions. She headed for the girl's locker room, following her classmates. Takato hurried to the boy's locker room. He couldn’t wait to get dressed and headed home. So what if he had a lot of homework? All I really want to do is get some sleep. Maybe eat something later. <><><><><> Yamaki pocketed the lighter. Standing before the hulking structure of the Juggernaut, the suited form of the young man was dwarfed in comparison. He craned his head, staring at the machine. Something was wrong. The air itself had gotten stuffy, like something was breathing and exhaling. Stale, as if it had been corrupted. He removed his glasses, scowling. This is ridiculous! The scans didn’t show any damage to the Juggernaut. There’s nothing wrong with it. But deep down, he instinctively knew that something had changed within the huge machine. That wild Digimon. It had passed through the Juggernaut in the middle of bio-emerging…yet there was no sign or mark that anything had entered or exited the room. This doesn’t make any sense…He couldn’t explain his uneasiness. He knew they’d hunt down the creature, even if they didn’t have any data on it. Delete the disgusting thing. The initiation of the Juggernaut plan was scheduled for next week: he promised himself to make a change in that. It must be much earlier. Next week was too late. The Juggernaut plan must be initiated in a few days. Otherwise we risk the chance of things like this happening again. He decided that there probably wasn’t anything wrong with the Juggernaut – no, it was probably his imagination. Had to be. He wasn't a little child anymore. There weren't any imaginary boogeymen behind the closet door. He turned around, waiting for the tech team. Despite his attempts to convince himself, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that the Juggernaut was alive. Crouched down and ready to pounce. <><><><><><> Takato waved as Juri disappeared around the corner. He let his hand drop to his side and started walking down the sidewalk. It was starting to get dark and he wanted to get home: he didn’t want to admit it, but he suddenly realized that he was still a little afraid of the dark. He hurried down the street, chuckling. I’m such a kid. A kid that was going to have a ton of homework if he didn’t get home as fast as he could, he thought wryly. If he did his homework as fast as he could, he could go to sleep earlier. An idea that was suddenly very appealing. This is a first. I actually want do my homework. What’s this world coming to? <><><><><> A pair of gleaming azure eyes opened. For a second, the creature didn’t know where it was: the environment looked completely foreign to it. It suffered a moment of intense disorientation before it regained its bearings. Him. I’m not an “it”. The form shifted, rolling over onto his stomach. He needed to get up – he had spent too much time lying here in the shadows of the alley. He hadn’t counted on the transition from the digital plane to the real world to be that difficult – it hadn’t helped that he had to spend a good deal of his journey having to evade those tracers and that firewall. But I’m here now. I mustn’t delay any longer. It was my good luck those idiot humans left me a nice present when I arrived. He got to his feet, shaking out the cramps that were forming in his cloven hooves. The sun was slowly drifting toward the horizon. He didn’t venture out of the shadows: not until it was dark would he make his move. The four-legged shadow snorted, blowing a gust of steam from his nostrils. He hated delay and prided himself on being efficient. Everything had been going moderately well up to the point when he had taken on a physical form: but the energy he had taken from that machine had scrambled some of his data. He had been flung to the alley by the force and his aura had swung out of control. In this case, it had been a good thing. He had, for a brief moment, accidentally come into contact with one of his targets. The human hadn’t even noticed his presence. He couldn't have known that someone was taking a look into his recent memories. Oblivious, as most humans went. And completely disgusting. He loathed humans - he had never had anything good come out of his contact with them. One reason why he’d volunteered for the mission. The other being that he just loved to see them squirm. He had yet to meet a trustworthy human that didn't think only in the terms of me-me-me. The azure-eyed creature flicked its tail. What was that boy's Digimon? Guilmon? Wouldn’t this Takato just love a visit from his precious Guilmon tonight? Guilmon loves to play, doesn’t he? How about a game of my choosing? He brought up the image of Guilmon from the copied memories: basically a red dinosaur with black markings. Easy to imitate. He closed his sky-blue eyes and concentrated. Concentrated on melding his form to be an exact replica… It was close to ten at night when a two-legged form slipped out of the alley. He bounded down the darkened street, the moon painting his hide a bright scarlet. <><><><><><> “Takato.” Takato rolled over onto his side, his covers wrapping around him. He mumbled into his pillow, still half-asleep. “Takato, wake up.” Something about the voice was awfully familiar. Takato made a sleepy face into the depths of his pillow. His mom? No, and it wasn’t his dad either. Come to think of it, it didn’t even sound human. Which left… “…Guilmon?” Takato opened his eyes blearily. The red reptilian head was staring at him from over the railings of his bed, startling him. He did the intelligent thing and fell out of his bed, landing with a thud on the ground. “Ow…” the brown-haired boy rubbed his aching rear painfully. That was not a fun wakeup call. Despite the pain, he was still sleepy: crawling back into bed looked really good right now, “Guilmon, what’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be in the park.” A moment of silence and then the scarlet Digimon rumbled, “I wanna play, Takatomon.” Takato picked himself off the floor, yawning. He glanced at Guilmon curiously. “I thought you stopped calling me that.” “…Sorry. I guess I forgot.” Takato shrugged, not noticing the slip. He vaguely wondered how Guilmon had even gotten in the house, but was too drowsy to pursue the thought. “How about tomorrow, Guilmon? I’m really tired right now.” “No, right now.” Guilmon circled around him, and planted his wedge-shaped head in the small of the boy’s back, nudging him, “We need to go to that tow – that tall thing. There’s another one of them.” “A Digimon? Why didn’t you just say that earlier? And what happened to wanting to play?” Takato was already throwing on his clothes, picking up his D-Arc. He attempted to get his cards together while pulling on his goggles, without any great success. “Play after.” “Which tower?” He finally managed to pull on his shoes, hopping on one foot. Guilmon stared at him with a blank expression until he rephrased his question, “Which tall thing?” Guilmon pointed with a black claw at the tall structure in the distance. “That’s Tokyo Tower! They’re doing road construction there, Guilmon. It’s going to be closed off! And it’s really far away!” Guilmon shook his head, the pupils in his blue eyes contracting, “I can carry you and I can move fast. We need to go there.” “…Okay. I guess I can’t talk you into letting me go back to sleep?” This remark was met by withering silence. Takato slung his box of cards under his arm, shooting an almost confused look at his Digimon, “That was a joke, Guilmon. What happened to your sense of humor?” Guilmon only snorted. Takato shrugged, and awkwardly got on the dinosaur-Digimon’s back. Guilmon opened the window, stepping outside onto the shingled roof. He didn’t have any trouble carrying the mop-headed Tamer, despite the fact that the Guilmon wasn’t much bigger than him. With a powerful leap, the red Digimon leapt to the next rooftop, only spending a few seconds to regain his balance before making another sudden leap. It was all Takato could do to hold on to Guilmon. He didn’t see any digital fog surrounding Tokyo Tower, but he didn’t question his Digimon. It might just be near the Tower…? Takato trusted Guilmon to know what he was doing. <><><><><><> As they got closer to Tokyo Tower, the digital field became more visible. It actually rather small, compared to the other digital fields Takato had seen, but it definitely looked like digital fog. “Are you ready?” Takato shouted above the wind rushing in his ears. “Yup!” Another bound and they were sailing through the air. “Great!” Takato pulled down his goggles, clutching onto Guilmon as they landed with a jolt. I don’t remember Guilmon being a long jumper…I guess he got stronger and I never noticed it. Guilmon leaped again, higher this time. Takato squinted as the lights of Tokyo Tower came closer. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something odd about Guilmon tonight, however. The feeling was growing stronger as they headed straight for a landing in the digital field. Something’s wrong… It suddenly struck him the moment they flew into the digital field. Guilmon never had blue eyes. This isn’t Guilmon! There wasn’t any wild Digimon in the digital fog. He didn’t have time for any other thought as the two vanished into the false digital field. When the fog cleared, there was no sign of Takato or Guilmon. To be continued... <><><><><><><> Waigh, first chapter of my first Digimon fanfic! Good? Bad? Plain crappy? For the whole spinning thing: I don't know, maybe I'm the only one crazy enough, but I kind of like the goofy Fox script. I find it really cute :p As for the Digimon I introduced in this chapter: more gets explained in later chapters. Also, I'm working on a drawing of it, so I'll have a link some day so people can see what he looks like, if they're interested. I know this departs off the cannon, but hey, I'm a fanfic writer ^_- That's what fanfic writers do. Waigh...don't think anyone's gonna read this tho...not with all the really good Digimon fanfic writers out there ;_; Whoop, I spelled "Ruki" as "Ruhki"! I fixed that mistake: I don't know the reviewer that pointed this out, but thanks. ^.^ And I've added some lines to this chapter (I didn't like how the blue-eyed Digimon was coming out, so...) Well, sorry it was so long^_^; I usually don't write ultra long chapters o_O As for the the title: it doesn't mean anything particular, it just sounded neat. I've had a lot of fun with this so far, even though I don't really like how I paced it...~_~ I'm a Digimon fan *huggles Davis, Matt, and Takato*, haven't seen the Japanese version, so I'm pretty much okay with the dub, no matter how silly it can get (Guilmon's American voice is so kawaii! ^_^). Don't know if anyone will like this, but hey, I tried (I've read some of the Season 03 fics: very nice and fluffy ^_^). Reviews would be greatly appreciated, even if they're flames. Samething with feedback. If you have any feedback, flames, suggestions, reviews or threats, feel free to AIM me at S Duo Maxwell 02 or e-mail me at shampoo_famira@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading! - Famira Damaris |