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DIGIMON GUARDIANS
Chapter One
A Story Unfolds
Yo, readers. My name’s Daiki Nakahara. I’m just your average, good-looking guy. Well, I used to be. Average, I mean. I’m still as good-looking as ever, but now I’m anything but average. You see, my life was pretty much the same as most of the other kids I knew. I lived in an apartment in downtown Tokyo with my parents and little brother (the Nuisance, as I call him; but you can just call him “Jirou”). My school was just a twenty-minute walk away...twelve if I ran.
Okay, well, I’m fourteen, and in ninth grade, so I just started my last year of middle school. It’s pretty tough, but as long as I can outwit my teachers, I’ll be fine.
My dad’s an accident-prone salesman who makes a living by selling all sorts of weird stuff...that rarely works. Mom’s a stay-at-home, doing everything Jirou and I don’t want to do. She’s nice like that...but boy, if you rub her the wrong way, she turns into the Wicked Witch of the West...or something to that effect. Scariness. Jirou’s a little different. He’s shy around everyone but me and my parents, and always wants to do everything I do. Mom says it’s because he looks up to me, but I think he just wants to drive me up the wall.
Ahem. Enough talking about my crazy parents and annoying little bro. That’s not what I’m here for. Today, I’m going to tell you my story...but it’s not just mine...it’s a story that affects every one of us...and, believe it or not, another world entirely.
This is that story.
******
A rhythmic thudding of feet along the pavement was all that could be heard on this gray, stormy day. The streets were almost entirely empty, because most had preferred to stay home rather than brave the choppy weather. Dark clouds swirled overhead, and strong winds blew every which direction.
The only signs of life in this usually bustling area of downtown Tokyo were the occasional passing car and a single teenage boy dashing along the sidewalk. The boy kept glancing down at a small contraption in his hands. The device was beeping excessively, and on its screen blinked an arrow that pointed in a specific direction, like a compass. Only this arrow didn’t point north...it seemed to be broken...constantly on the move. But something about this device intrigued the boy, and he followed the arrow anyway.
This boy was Daiki Nakahara, a fourteen-year-old who lived in an apartment in downtown Tokyo. The night before, as he was surfing the internet, he discovered a strange website called Digital Monsters. When he checked it out, the screen of his computer flashed brightly, and out popped the strange device he now held in his hands.
Daiki knew this device was special. He could feel it.
******
Four months later...
Above the skyscrapers of downtown Tokyo, a blue blur streaked across the night sky, shrieking in a piercing voice as it went. Upon closer inspection, one might identify the creature as a large, furry bat with red, fleshy wings and large rabbit ears. Hooks donned its arms and legs, and even served as additions to its wings and ropey tail. With another high-pitched shriek, the bat-monster shattered the window of an apartment.
The terrifying bat’s gleaming yellow eyes fixed on a new target, this one being yellow and reptilian. Its small body rippled with miniature muscles, and its large snout was long and flat, like a dinosaur’s. Three claws protruded from each scaly hand and foot. The bat’s yellow eyes met the dinosaur’s shining green ones...and the battle began.
The yellow dinosaur threw back its head, and looked as though it were about to lose its lunch...but instead it unleashed something far...hotter.
“Pepper Breath!” exclaimed the yellow reptile, as it sent a flaming projectile streaking into the air from its gaping mouth.
The blast whizzed by the bat-monster, and crashed into an apartment just a short distance away. The dinosaur cringed, and looked over at his partner, who stood not far off.
“Aw, Agurabana, you missed!”
“Sorry, Dai-senpai,” muttered the yellow dinosaur, glancing down at his feet.
“Heh, no worries! You’ll get him this time!”
Agurabana stared up at his human partner, chosen for him by Wisemon himself. Daiki Nakahara was a reliable one, no doubt. What he lacked in brains, he made up for in heart. The boy’s thin, tan figure had grown slightly more muscular recently, mostly due to all the running around they had done. His shaggy brown hair blew in the cold night air, and Agurabana had to agree with Daiki’s mother that the boy needed a haircut. A pair of blue goggles donned Daiki’s forehead, just for show, of course...because he’d never need those things out of water. Agurabana didn’t see much use for them. Daiki was wearing his usual attire; a pair of cargo shorts, and a white T-shirt, complete with a jagged 'D' symbol on the front, worn over a long-sleeved, blue shirt. The boy’s sneakers were decorated with red stripes. Daiki’s dark brown eyes fixed on their target, a creature his handheld device recognized as a ‘Pipismon’.
“Alright, Bana, take him down!”
“Aye, aye, Dai-senpai! Pepper Breath!”
The yellow dinosaur called Agurabana threw back his head again, and this time let loose an eruption of fireballs, all of which streaked past their agile opponent. Pipismon ducked and weaved through the barrage, squealing tauntingly as it went. Agurabana scowled, and then erupted with another fireball. This flaming projectile struck the bat-monster across the face, sending it reeling through the air.
“Yeah, that’s it! You got him now!” Daiki shouted, clenching his fists. “Now let’s finish him off!”
Agurabana nodded. “You got it, Senpai!”
The dinosaur hurled himself on top of a parked car to get a better shot, but the sudden pressure on the car roof set off the alarm. Daiki groaned.
“Just ignore it for now, Agurabana,” he called, pointing up at their target. “Take down that Digimon!”
Agurabana winced at the sound of the car alarm. “Sure thing...Pepper Breath!”
Three more flaming missiles rocketed into the air, and this time, all of them met their mark. Pipismon dropped to the ground in a thick cloud of smoke...and then disintegrated, as all Digimon did when they met their demise.
Just as Agurabana was about to perform a victory-dance, Daiki grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away, hissing, “Come on, Bana! People are coming to see what all the commotion was about...we gotta get you outta here!”
Agurabana nodded. “Mmhmm.”
“And besides...Mom doesn’t know I’m out this late...if she finds out...then I’m screwed!”
“She doesn’t know I’m out this late either.”
Daiki sighed. “Yeah, but that’s because she doesn’t know you exist.”
******
Brrrriiiiiinnggg...
Daiki’s sleepy eyes drifted open, and he yawned. Reaching for the snooze button, he felt something wet and slimy around his hand.
“Uhh...Senpai...your hand is in my nostril.”
Daiki’s eyes blinked open, and he looked down at Agurabana, who stood by his bedside, staring at him through his green eyes. Daiki’s gaze fixed on his own hand, which was shoved up the yellow dinosaur’s nose...
“Ewww...” he muttered, yanking his hand out of the reptile’s snout and grimacing. “Agurabana...why’d you do that?!”
“I didn’t do anything...you’re the one who stuck it in there.”
“Well then...why’d you let me do that?!” Daiki exclaimed, but hushed when he realized something. “And furthermore...why’re you in here?! Mom or Dad might see you!”
Agurabana grinned. “Jirou let me in. We played with his little dolls...you know, the ones you used to play with?”
“Those are called action figures...”
“They look like dolls to me.”
“Just shut up and hand me my goggles, will ya?” Daiki snapped, pointing over at his desk where his beloved goggles lay. Agurabana rolled his eyes and waddled over to them. He had a bit of trouble picking them up, due to his lack of thumbs, and dropped them a couple of times on the floor.
“Would you stop that?!”
Agurabana glanced up at Daiki just before dropping the goggles again. “Stop what?”
“Ah, forget it! Give me those!” Daiki exclaimed, snatching the goggles and putting them on. “Okay, I have to go to school...so while I’m gone, just hide in my closet!”
“Aye, aye, Senpai!”
As Daiki dashed out of the room, Agurabana stared after him, murmuring, “I hope he realizes he’s still in his pajamas.”
******
The sun’s rays reached down to a wondrous land of fields and mountains, of forests and rivers, of skies and seas...and of darkness. A flock of huge red birds soared overhead, all of which resembled horned eagles. Their wings seemed to float along the powerful wind currents above...that is, until they came upon a strange presence.
The flock sensed a stranger in the area, and they scattered, fleeing from the place with all haste. A lone figure, standing atop the summit of a small mountain, watched them fly away. The figure had the build of a tall man garbed in brown robes and a tattered, pale tan cloak. Its facial features were hidden from view, save for its glowing yellow eyes. The rest was blackness. Perhaps this being had no form but the cloak. No one knew for certain. This being was a mystery.
This being was Wisemon.
“Sovereign Azulongmon,” said Wisemon, in a whisper of a voice, “the time has come. The Chosen Ones are ready.”
“Excellent,” thundered a mighty voice from among the clouds above. Seconds later, the sky seemed to split, and a huge draconic form drifted down from the heavens. Chains coiled around the fierce blue dragon’s long, transparent body. A large mask concealed the dragon’s face, save for its four eyes and long, gray beard. Lightning cracked across the sky as this mighty being spoke. The massive creature held a powerful aura, and would awe most anyone who gazed upon it...but Wisemon remained emotionless.
“They have completed their training then?” boomed the dragon’s huge voice.
“Yes, Sovereign Azulongmon,” Wisemon replied, bowing low to the dragon. “I will bring them into our world...”
“I fear Piedmon has already caught wind of our plans,” said Azulongmon, this time more hushed. “He may be waiting for them to arrive so that he can destroy them.”
“What Piedmon knows of matters little to me,” Wisemon answered. “I am confident in the abilities of these human children. They will get the job done. I am sure of it.”
“You sound very sure of these children...do you mind giving me a glimpse of their abilities?”
Wisemon nodded. “As you wish, Sovereign Azulongmon. I will show you a personal favorite of mine.”
******
Daiki groaned as he exited the classroom. His little ordeal with Agurabana that morning had made him late for school...not to mention the fact that he had almost run out the door in his pajamas. He slung his bookbag over his shoulder and trudged out the door, nearly bumping into a couple of students as they passed him by.
Glancing over his shoulder, Daiki noted that a strange light was flashing from within the computer lab. Probably just some computer-geek messing with the equip--
Every light in the school blinked out.
--ment.
A dozen high-pitched shrieks ensued...eleven of which came from girls...the other came from a guy. Daiki glanced around in the darkness as students dashed past him, in sudden panic due to the loss of light. Daiki shrugged. Whatever.
“What the heck is going on here?!” Daiki heard the principal shout, as he burst through the doors of his office.
As teachers with flashlights began to usher kids out the door, Daiki noticed that one of the lights in the computer lab kept flashing on and off. He inched closer.
Just then, a shrill beeping noise caught his ear. He dropped his bookbag and rummaged inside. His eyes fixed on a small device inside...a contraption Agurabana had referred to as a Digivice.
“It’s used to locate other Digimon,” the dinosaur had explained. “Enemy ones...that way, when one shows up, we’ll be able to take it down!”
Daiki sighed and pressed a button on the Digivice. The screen lit up, and an image appeared.
‘Kokuwamon,’ read the Digivice, in a voice that sounded like the recording of a woman. ‘Rookie level. Data attribute. Machine type. Threat level: Low.’
“Great,” Daiki muttered under his breath. “There’s a Digimon here...and that dumb Agumon of mine is nowhere to be found...”
Peering in through the computer lab door, Daiki noticed that it wasn’t just lights flickering on and off...there was something causing the electricity to go haywire. It was standing in front of one of the computers and seemed to be absorbing the energy from the wires. Daiki leaned further in. It was a queer creature, and, to Daiki, looked like a robotic bug with various plugs sticking out of its arms, shoulders, and head. Sparks of electricity flashed through the air as the bug seemingly ate its fill.
Daiki crept into the room, and reached for a nearby chair. Gripping a chair-leg in each hand, Daiki rose, and prepared to strike the insect with his newly-acquired weapon. He swung at the robotic bug, but couldn’t finish his attack...for the bug had anticipated such a thing. It emitted a flurry of electrical sparks into the air, showering Daiki in a rain of shocking projectiles. The boy fell backwards, yelping. The insect turned around to face him, surrounding itself in an orb of electric light. Daiki grimaced. So this is a Kokuwamon, huh? I thought the Digivice said it had a ‘low’ threat level!
He somersaulted to the left to avoid another attack, this time a bolt of electricity. The bolt singed Daiki’s shirtsleeve, but caused no harm to his person. The teenage boy had just enough time to leap away before being attacked again. “You’re not being very cooperative, are ya?!”
Daiki dashed behind a desk and shoved it over to use as a barricade. He grabbed a chair and hurled it over his new wall at the Kokuwamon. This time, the chair struck, and the Kokuwamon was sent reeling across the room. With a newfound confidence, Daiki strode out from behind his barrier, a stool in hand.
He swung the stool like a baseball bat, striking the Kokuwamon full in the face and knocking it over. Daiki struck a victorious pose, but his triumph was short-lived, for the bug was back on its feet just a moment later. Its eyes, head, and pincers seemed to glow with electrical currents. Daiki’s jaw dropped.
“Well...this may hurt. Just a bit.”
Suddenly, a new figure crashed through the computer lab window, shattering it completely upon impact. Agurabana landed less-than-gracefully in the room, his eyes narrowed to almost feral proportions. “Pepper Breath!”
An explosion of fire blew up in the Kokuwamon’s face, blowing it backwards and leaving it sprawled out on the floor. Agurabana looked up at Daiki and grinned.
Daiki rolled his eyes. “What took you so long?!”
“Well, I sensed another Digimon, so I jumped out of your room’s window...and then I remembered that you live in an apartment building...on the fourth floor.”
The Agumon sheepishly held up the rearview mirror of an automobile. “I think I broke your mom’s car.”
Daiki shook his head. “I’ll be angry about that later...just beat the pants off that thing!”
“But Senpai...he’s not wearing any pants.”
“Power Surge!” exclaimed the Kokuwamon, emitting a huge bolt of electricity from its taser-like claws. The bolt struck Agurabana in the stomach, sending the dinosaur reeling backwards.
Agurabana struggled to his feet, cringing. He mustered all of his fiery might into his throat and let a fireball fly through the air at his target. But the Kokuwamon was fast. It leaped into the air and hovered there, beating its wings furiously. The fireball rocketed by underneath it, and crashed into a computer monitor, setting it ablaze upon impact.
As the flames spread, the smoke reached into the air and soon began to fill the room. Daiki shielded his face from the heat and glanced around. The terrible stench of smoke and fire filled his nostrils. His eyes, squinted from the smoke, fixed on the forms of Agurabana and Kokuwamon, who were busy dueling despite the smog.
And then the fire alarm went off.
Brrrriiiiiinnnggg!!!
“Aw, maaaaan,” Daiki moaned, as if things couldn’t get any worse. Well, they did. The school had a built-in sprinkler system that went off when the fire alarm did...and soon the computer lab became subject to indoor rain. Daiki groaned and glanced around. The water was taking some sting out of Agurabana’s fireballs, but it also seemed to do some harm to the Kokuwamon. The little electrical insect flinched every time it conjured up electricity.
“That’s it!” Daiki exclaimed, rushing to Agurabana’s aid. He grabbed a wire that was still plugged into the wall and jabbed it into one of the Kokuwamon’s shoulder-plugs. The shock sent him hurtling backwards, but he managed to sit up again to watch the fireworks. The Kokuwamon coughed and sputtered, sending waves of electricity shooting out, and then the water and electricity mixed. Half a moment later, and the electrical beetle was flopping on the ground, surging with electrical energy and being shocked by it.
“Agurabana, now!”
“Aye, aye, Senpai!” shouted the Agumon. “Pepper Breath!”
The blast struck the Kokuwamon full in the face, and destroyed it upon impact, leaving naught but a cloud of data particles behind to mark the Digimon’s final moments. Agurabana grinned, and Daiki let out a short chuckle. Then he became very serious.
“Now, about Mom’s car.”
******
Wisemon turned to the Sovereign Azulongmon expectantly. The great blue dragon shook his head. In his booming voice, he said, “Well...I must admit...I expected you, the great Wisemon, to have picked someone with a little more...skill and strength.”
Wisemon, in his whisper of a voice, replied, “Even the greatest of heroes have to start somewhere.”
“And are the others still at this level also?” Azulongmon inquired, studying Wisemon very closely.
The cloaked Digimon blinked his ominous eyes, and then said, “Some are at young Nakahara’s level. Some are lower. Some are higher. It takes all types to make one team.”
Azulongmon sighed. “Very well, Wisemon. Have it your way. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I always know what I am doing, Sovereign Azulongmon,” replied the cloaked-mystery. “After all...I am Wisemon.”
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And thus ends the first chapter. The last part is a little rushed, because I wanted to get this up today. I may go back and edit a few things later on.
DIGIMON GUARDIANS
Chapter One
A Story Unfolds
Yo, readers. My name’s Daiki Nakahara. I’m just your average, good-looking guy. Well, I used to be. Average, I mean. I’m still as good-looking as ever, but now I’m anything but average. You see, my life was pretty much the same as most of the other kids I knew. I lived in an apartment in downtown Tokyo with my parents and little brother (the Nuisance, as I call him; but you can just call him “Jirou”). My school was just a twenty-minute walk away...twelve if I ran.
Okay, well, I’m fourteen, and in ninth grade, so I just started my last year of middle school. It’s pretty tough, but as long as I can outwit my teachers, I’ll be fine.
My dad’s an accident-prone salesman who makes a living by selling all sorts of weird stuff...that rarely works. Mom’s a stay-at-home, doing everything Jirou and I don’t want to do. She’s nice like that...but boy, if you rub her the wrong way, she turns into the Wicked Witch of the West...or something to that effect. Scariness. Jirou’s a little different. He’s shy around everyone but me and my parents, and always wants to do everything I do. Mom says it’s because he looks up to me, but I think he just wants to drive me up the wall.
Ahem. Enough talking about my crazy parents and annoying little bro. That’s not what I’m here for. Today, I’m going to tell you my story...but it’s not just mine...it’s a story that affects every one of us...and, believe it or not, another world entirely.
This is that story.
******
A rhythmic thudding of feet along the pavement was all that could be heard on this gray, stormy day. The streets were almost entirely empty, because most had preferred to stay home rather than brave the choppy weather. Dark clouds swirled overhead, and strong winds blew every which direction.
The only signs of life in this usually bustling area of downtown Tokyo were the occasional passing car and a single teenage boy dashing along the sidewalk. The boy kept glancing down at a small contraption in his hands. The device was beeping excessively, and on its screen blinked an arrow that pointed in a specific direction, like a compass. Only this arrow didn’t point north...it seemed to be broken...constantly on the move. But something about this device intrigued the boy, and he followed the arrow anyway.
This boy was Daiki Nakahara, a fourteen-year-old who lived in an apartment in downtown Tokyo. The night before, as he was surfing the internet, he discovered a strange website called Digital Monsters. When he checked it out, the screen of his computer flashed brightly, and out popped the strange device he now held in his hands.
Daiki knew this device was special. He could feel it.
******
Four months later...
Above the skyscrapers of downtown Tokyo, a blue blur streaked across the night sky, shrieking in a piercing voice as it went. Upon closer inspection, one might identify the creature as a large, furry bat with red, fleshy wings and large rabbit ears. Hooks donned its arms and legs, and even served as additions to its wings and ropey tail. With another high-pitched shriek, the bat-monster shattered the window of an apartment.
The terrifying bat’s gleaming yellow eyes fixed on a new target, this one being yellow and reptilian. Its small body rippled with miniature muscles, and its large snout was long and flat, like a dinosaur’s. Three claws protruded from each scaly hand and foot. The bat’s yellow eyes met the dinosaur’s shining green ones...and the battle began.
The yellow dinosaur threw back its head, and looked as though it were about to lose its lunch...but instead it unleashed something far...hotter.
“Pepper Breath!” exclaimed the yellow reptile, as it sent a flaming projectile streaking into the air from its gaping mouth.
The blast whizzed by the bat-monster, and crashed into an apartment just a short distance away. The dinosaur cringed, and looked over at his partner, who stood not far off.
“Aw, Agurabana, you missed!”
“Sorry, Dai-senpai,” muttered the yellow dinosaur, glancing down at his feet.
“Heh, no worries! You’ll get him this time!”
Agurabana stared up at his human partner, chosen for him by Wisemon himself. Daiki Nakahara was a reliable one, no doubt. What he lacked in brains, he made up for in heart. The boy’s thin, tan figure had grown slightly more muscular recently, mostly due to all the running around they had done. His shaggy brown hair blew in the cold night air, and Agurabana had to agree with Daiki’s mother that the boy needed a haircut. A pair of blue goggles donned Daiki’s forehead, just for show, of course...because he’d never need those things out of water. Agurabana didn’t see much use for them. Daiki was wearing his usual attire; a pair of cargo shorts, and a white T-shirt, complete with a jagged 'D' symbol on the front, worn over a long-sleeved, blue shirt. The boy’s sneakers were decorated with red stripes. Daiki’s dark brown eyes fixed on their target, a creature his handheld device recognized as a ‘Pipismon’.
“Alright, Bana, take him down!”
“Aye, aye, Dai-senpai! Pepper Breath!”
The yellow dinosaur called Agurabana threw back his head again, and this time let loose an eruption of fireballs, all of which streaked past their agile opponent. Pipismon ducked and weaved through the barrage, squealing tauntingly as it went. Agurabana scowled, and then erupted with another fireball. This flaming projectile struck the bat-monster across the face, sending it reeling through the air.
“Yeah, that’s it! You got him now!” Daiki shouted, clenching his fists. “Now let’s finish him off!”
Agurabana nodded. “You got it, Senpai!”
The dinosaur hurled himself on top of a parked car to get a better shot, but the sudden pressure on the car roof set off the alarm. Daiki groaned.
“Just ignore it for now, Agurabana,” he called, pointing up at their target. “Take down that Digimon!”
Agurabana winced at the sound of the car alarm. “Sure thing...Pepper Breath!”
Three more flaming missiles rocketed into the air, and this time, all of them met their mark. Pipismon dropped to the ground in a thick cloud of smoke...and then disintegrated, as all Digimon did when they met their demise.
Just as Agurabana was about to perform a victory-dance, Daiki grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away, hissing, “Come on, Bana! People are coming to see what all the commotion was about...we gotta get you outta here!”
Agurabana nodded. “Mmhmm.”
“And besides...Mom doesn’t know I’m out this late...if she finds out...then I’m screwed!”
“She doesn’t know I’m out this late either.”
Daiki sighed. “Yeah, but that’s because she doesn’t know you exist.”
******
Brrrriiiiiinnggg...
Daiki’s sleepy eyes drifted open, and he yawned. Reaching for the snooze button, he felt something wet and slimy around his hand.
“Uhh...Senpai...your hand is in my nostril.”
Daiki’s eyes blinked open, and he looked down at Agurabana, who stood by his bedside, staring at him through his green eyes. Daiki’s gaze fixed on his own hand, which was shoved up the yellow dinosaur’s nose...
“Ewww...” he muttered, yanking his hand out of the reptile’s snout and grimacing. “Agurabana...why’d you do that?!”
“I didn’t do anything...you’re the one who stuck it in there.”
“Well then...why’d you let me do that?!” Daiki exclaimed, but hushed when he realized something. “And furthermore...why’re you in here?! Mom or Dad might see you!”
Agurabana grinned. “Jirou let me in. We played with his little dolls...you know, the ones you used to play with?”
“Those are called action figures...”
“They look like dolls to me.”
“Just shut up and hand me my goggles, will ya?” Daiki snapped, pointing over at his desk where his beloved goggles lay. Agurabana rolled his eyes and waddled over to them. He had a bit of trouble picking them up, due to his lack of thumbs, and dropped them a couple of times on the floor.
“Would you stop that?!”
Agurabana glanced up at Daiki just before dropping the goggles again. “Stop what?”
“Ah, forget it! Give me those!” Daiki exclaimed, snatching the goggles and putting them on. “Okay, I have to go to school...so while I’m gone, just hide in my closet!”
“Aye, aye, Senpai!”
As Daiki dashed out of the room, Agurabana stared after him, murmuring, “I hope he realizes he’s still in his pajamas.”
******
The sun’s rays reached down to a wondrous land of fields and mountains, of forests and rivers, of skies and seas...and of darkness. A flock of huge red birds soared overhead, all of which resembled horned eagles. Their wings seemed to float along the powerful wind currents above...that is, until they came upon a strange presence.
The flock sensed a stranger in the area, and they scattered, fleeing from the place with all haste. A lone figure, standing atop the summit of a small mountain, watched them fly away. The figure had the build of a tall man garbed in brown robes and a tattered, pale tan cloak. Its facial features were hidden from view, save for its glowing yellow eyes. The rest was blackness. Perhaps this being had no form but the cloak. No one knew for certain. This being was a mystery.
This being was Wisemon.
“Sovereign Azulongmon,” said Wisemon, in a whisper of a voice, “the time has come. The Chosen Ones are ready.”
“Excellent,” thundered a mighty voice from among the clouds above. Seconds later, the sky seemed to split, and a huge draconic form drifted down from the heavens. Chains coiled around the fierce blue dragon’s long, transparent body. A large mask concealed the dragon’s face, save for its four eyes and long, gray beard. Lightning cracked across the sky as this mighty being spoke. The massive creature held a powerful aura, and would awe most anyone who gazed upon it...but Wisemon remained emotionless.
“They have completed their training then?” boomed the dragon’s huge voice.
“Yes, Sovereign Azulongmon,” Wisemon replied, bowing low to the dragon. “I will bring them into our world...”
“I fear Piedmon has already caught wind of our plans,” said Azulongmon, this time more hushed. “He may be waiting for them to arrive so that he can destroy them.”
“What Piedmon knows of matters little to me,” Wisemon answered. “I am confident in the abilities of these human children. They will get the job done. I am sure of it.”
“You sound very sure of these children...do you mind giving me a glimpse of their abilities?”
Wisemon nodded. “As you wish, Sovereign Azulongmon. I will show you a personal favorite of mine.”
******
Daiki groaned as he exited the classroom. His little ordeal with Agurabana that morning had made him late for school...not to mention the fact that he had almost run out the door in his pajamas. He slung his bookbag over his shoulder and trudged out the door, nearly bumping into a couple of students as they passed him by.
Glancing over his shoulder, Daiki noted that a strange light was flashing from within the computer lab. Probably just some computer-geek messing with the equip--
Every light in the school blinked out.
--ment.
A dozen high-pitched shrieks ensued...eleven of which came from girls...the other came from a guy. Daiki glanced around in the darkness as students dashed past him, in sudden panic due to the loss of light. Daiki shrugged. Whatever.
“What the heck is going on here?!” Daiki heard the principal shout, as he burst through the doors of his office.
As teachers with flashlights began to usher kids out the door, Daiki noticed that one of the lights in the computer lab kept flashing on and off. He inched closer.
Just then, a shrill beeping noise caught his ear. He dropped his bookbag and rummaged inside. His eyes fixed on a small device inside...a contraption Agurabana had referred to as a Digivice.
“It’s used to locate other Digimon,” the dinosaur had explained. “Enemy ones...that way, when one shows up, we’ll be able to take it down!”
Daiki sighed and pressed a button on the Digivice. The screen lit up, and an image appeared.
‘Kokuwamon,’ read the Digivice, in a voice that sounded like the recording of a woman. ‘Rookie level. Data attribute. Machine type. Threat level: Low.’
“Great,” Daiki muttered under his breath. “There’s a Digimon here...and that dumb Agumon of mine is nowhere to be found...”
Peering in through the computer lab door, Daiki noticed that it wasn’t just lights flickering on and off...there was something causing the electricity to go haywire. It was standing in front of one of the computers and seemed to be absorbing the energy from the wires. Daiki leaned further in. It was a queer creature, and, to Daiki, looked like a robotic bug with various plugs sticking out of its arms, shoulders, and head. Sparks of electricity flashed through the air as the bug seemingly ate its fill.
Daiki crept into the room, and reached for a nearby chair. Gripping a chair-leg in each hand, Daiki rose, and prepared to strike the insect with his newly-acquired weapon. He swung at the robotic bug, but couldn’t finish his attack...for the bug had anticipated such a thing. It emitted a flurry of electrical sparks into the air, showering Daiki in a rain of shocking projectiles. The boy fell backwards, yelping. The insect turned around to face him, surrounding itself in an orb of electric light. Daiki grimaced. So this is a Kokuwamon, huh? I thought the Digivice said it had a ‘low’ threat level!
He somersaulted to the left to avoid another attack, this time a bolt of electricity. The bolt singed Daiki’s shirtsleeve, but caused no harm to his person. The teenage boy had just enough time to leap away before being attacked again. “You’re not being very cooperative, are ya?!”
Daiki dashed behind a desk and shoved it over to use as a barricade. He grabbed a chair and hurled it over his new wall at the Kokuwamon. This time, the chair struck, and the Kokuwamon was sent reeling across the room. With a newfound confidence, Daiki strode out from behind his barrier, a stool in hand.
He swung the stool like a baseball bat, striking the Kokuwamon full in the face and knocking it over. Daiki struck a victorious pose, but his triumph was short-lived, for the bug was back on its feet just a moment later. Its eyes, head, and pincers seemed to glow with electrical currents. Daiki’s jaw dropped.
“Well...this may hurt. Just a bit.”
Suddenly, a new figure crashed through the computer lab window, shattering it completely upon impact. Agurabana landed less-than-gracefully in the room, his eyes narrowed to almost feral proportions. “Pepper Breath!”
An explosion of fire blew up in the Kokuwamon’s face, blowing it backwards and leaving it sprawled out on the floor. Agurabana looked up at Daiki and grinned.
Daiki rolled his eyes. “What took you so long?!”
“Well, I sensed another Digimon, so I jumped out of your room’s window...and then I remembered that you live in an apartment building...on the fourth floor.”
The Agumon sheepishly held up the rearview mirror of an automobile. “I think I broke your mom’s car.”
Daiki shook his head. “I’ll be angry about that later...just beat the pants off that thing!”
“But Senpai...he’s not wearing any pants.”
“Power Surge!” exclaimed the Kokuwamon, emitting a huge bolt of electricity from its taser-like claws. The bolt struck Agurabana in the stomach, sending the dinosaur reeling backwards.
Agurabana struggled to his feet, cringing. He mustered all of his fiery might into his throat and let a fireball fly through the air at his target. But the Kokuwamon was fast. It leaped into the air and hovered there, beating its wings furiously. The fireball rocketed by underneath it, and crashed into a computer monitor, setting it ablaze upon impact.
As the flames spread, the smoke reached into the air and soon began to fill the room. Daiki shielded his face from the heat and glanced around. The terrible stench of smoke and fire filled his nostrils. His eyes, squinted from the smoke, fixed on the forms of Agurabana and Kokuwamon, who were busy dueling despite the smog.
And then the fire alarm went off.
Brrrriiiiiinnnggg!!!
“Aw, maaaaan,” Daiki moaned, as if things couldn’t get any worse. Well, they did. The school had a built-in sprinkler system that went off when the fire alarm did...and soon the computer lab became subject to indoor rain. Daiki groaned and glanced around. The water was taking some sting out of Agurabana’s fireballs, but it also seemed to do some harm to the Kokuwamon. The little electrical insect flinched every time it conjured up electricity.
“That’s it!” Daiki exclaimed, rushing to Agurabana’s aid. He grabbed a wire that was still plugged into the wall and jabbed it into one of the Kokuwamon’s shoulder-plugs. The shock sent him hurtling backwards, but he managed to sit up again to watch the fireworks. The Kokuwamon coughed and sputtered, sending waves of electricity shooting out, and then the water and electricity mixed. Half a moment later, and the electrical beetle was flopping on the ground, surging with electrical energy and being shocked by it.
“Agurabana, now!”
“Aye, aye, Senpai!” shouted the Agumon. “Pepper Breath!”
The blast struck the Kokuwamon full in the face, and destroyed it upon impact, leaving naught but a cloud of data particles behind to mark the Digimon’s final moments. Agurabana grinned, and Daiki let out a short chuckle. Then he became very serious.
“Now, about Mom’s car.”
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Wisemon turned to the Sovereign Azulongmon expectantly. The great blue dragon shook his head. In his booming voice, he said, “Well...I must admit...I expected you, the great Wisemon, to have picked someone with a little more...skill and strength.”
Wisemon, in his whisper of a voice, replied, “Even the greatest of heroes have to start somewhere.”
“And are the others still at this level also?” Azulongmon inquired, studying Wisemon very closely.
The cloaked Digimon blinked his ominous eyes, and then said, “Some are at young Nakahara’s level. Some are lower. Some are higher. It takes all types to make one team.”
Azulongmon sighed. “Very well, Wisemon. Have it your way. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I always know what I am doing, Sovereign Azulongmon,” replied the cloaked-mystery. “After all...I am Wisemon.”
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And thus ends the first chapter. The last part is a little rushed, because I wanted to get this up today. I may go back and edit a few things later on.
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