Chapter Six: One Mixed Up Day…
She walked down the sidewalk, savoring every moment she had before she
reached her destination. Her eyes kept to the ground, not bothering to
look where she was going while she seemed to lock herself in her very own
world.
Slung over one of her shoulders was a backpack, and inside of that backpack
was a report. One that should have been started at least a week ago.
"But noooooo!"
She scowled, "I had to leave it to the last minute." Evidently,
Ruki would be spending Sunday morning in the library.
The redhead kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, watching as it skipped alone,
finally stopping a few feet in front of her. She caught up to it and kicked
it again, and then again after that, as she tried to avoid thinking of
the library, and the very little time she had to finish her report.
Sadly, it didn’t help much. Five minutes later, Ruki looked up, the Shinjuki
library standing in front of her.
She glared at it, as if willing it to disappear, something that would
have put her in a very different situation all together. She pictured herself
insisting to her teacher that the library she needed for her report had
simply vanished into thin air. The chances of her teacher actually believing
her? Not likely.
Sighing to herself, she headed inside.
******
Ruki cursed under her breath, she’d been here for already two hours,
and still she hadn’t found anything interesting to do her report on…Past
events…what kind of report was that?! On Monday, everyone in her class
would present their reports on ‘past events’ placed in West Sinjuku, and
most of the interesting (or easy to write about) topics had been chosen,
leaving her to pick at what was left…
“Stupid teachers…stupid report…of course I had to end up with the
hardest of them all…” She glared at anything that met her glaze, making many
people in her range of view wince slightly, as they walked past her in their
search for books.
Ruki had been through old newspapers…tons of them. But her search wasn’t
very thorough…she’d barely even bothered to flip through the ten newspapers
at her table for the moment. “What a waste of time,” She muttered under
her breath.
"…So if it’s such a waste of your time, why haven’t I left yet?"
She asked herself mentally. She knew it would only take a few minutes to
pick up the newspapers, and shove them back onto the shelves where they belonged,
then she could get out of this hellhole, and find something better to do
with her time.
Her mind made up, she stood up quickly, almost knocking her chair
over in the process. “I’m out of here, I don’t care if I fail this dumb
thing anyways.”
Collecting her things, she finally reached for the newspapers that lay
spread out on the table…but one caught her eye. She stopped for a moment
to stare at its front page. It was obvious she had overlooked this one
before, because she knew there could have been no way she could have simply
piled this one with the rest of them after glancing at the front page.
Mother Found Dead; Both Father And Son Still Missing.
But it wasn’t the headline that caught her eye…but the young boy whose
photo was placed directly in the center of the page.
“That Chosen kid…” She shook her head to get rid of the image.
They couldn’t be the same people…it wasn’t possible! "Ruki, you’re letting
your determination to beat this guy get in the way of your logic, they’re
no way it’s the same kid!" She insisted, but the rest of her mind was
looking for evidences that would prove herself wrong.
The date…it was set just five years ago…she had only been a little kid
then, and if that so called ‘Chosen’ was about her age now…could it really
be him? She looked into his eyes…
The boy in the picture…just by looking into his eyes you could tell he
was happy. They were maroon in color, but immediately gave off warmth,
he seemed like one of those kids that wanted to be a friend to the world,
even someone like her…it was almost sickening how much emotion he gave
off just by smiling like that. “Pathetic.” She muttered.
It was strange though…the boy she had met just a few days ago had been
cold, calm, and composed, nothing like this smiling boy only five years
before…but both of them wore the same maroon eyes, and maroon wasn’t a popular
eye color these days.
They was only one thing that she could even think of comparing right
now, and at the time it seemed like the most obvious…the brown hair. The
eight year old had brown hair, where the older one (as well as she could
remember) was almost silver…
“Probably hair dye.” She ruled the final one out with a snort, leaving
her home free. Quietly she folded the newspaper in her hands, and un-zipped
her backpack. She was sure the library wouldn’t mind if she borrowed this
for a little while…
The article had intrigued her…maybe she could find some sort of weakness
of his…something to make him pay, or at least something to lure him out
into the open once again…
Either way, she’d find out when she got home. Makino Ruki left the library
with a smirk on her face. "It looks like I have a topic to write my
report on after all…"
******
“Damn, what the hell hit me…?” muttered a small child digimon angrily…
With this said he tried to get to his feet only to receive a swift jolt
of pain that made him fall back down. He closed his mouth and bit down on
his bottom lip hard to keep his whimpers of pain to a minimum.
His whole body felt funny…well not necessary funny, just sore…and his
head…he gave another moan of pain… his head was killing him.
What had happened? Something had hit him…something had hit him hard by
the feel of it, but he couldn’t remember what exactly had caused the incident
in the first place, little lone why anyone would want to hurt such a Digimon
as himself…
He suddenly clenched his fists, in remembrance of what had happened just
yesterday. The fight fresh in his mind, that had defiantly not been
a good day for him…He had fought and lost horribly to that pathetic child
type, so much like himself in some ways. But no, he hadn’t just lost; Terriermon
had literally wiped the floor with him! It hadn’t been much of a battle,
he’d admit to that, but still-that little runt of a digimon had cheated!
He’d been caught off guard!
His mind furiously replayed the events over and over in his head, trying
to think up new ways to prove that the win had been nothing more than luck,
but he knew in his heart he wouldn’t have been strong enough to beat the
dog/rabbit digimon even on a good day.
Impmon turned his thoughts back to the matter at hand…the thing that
had hit him…
He growled, muttering curse words under his breath as he thought about
it, what had started off as an ‘innocent’ walk around the park at only
five o’clock that morning (it was always fun scaring the humans that were
crazy enough to get up at this hour, or the few pathetic (and usually drunk)
teenagers wandering around, in too much of a daze to know they should have
been home long ago), had nearly ended with an Impmon pancake.
It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if it was something done by
those damn humans, he could have easily just vented, by taking out his
anger on any humans in the area, it really didn’t concern him if they had
helped or not, just that all of them be punished for hurting me.
But he knew it was much more than just some silly little thing a human
could cook up. It had been a digimon. He’d remember the cries of panic
coming from the few people around him, and the shouts about a monster of
some sort…yes, it had defiantly been a digimon. He was sure of it.
That’s what annoyed him most of all, not only was he beaten easily by
a ‘tamed’ Digimon yesterday, but he was also plowed through by some unknown
digimon who didn’t seem to think of him much better then mud…
“That makes two things on my hit list…” he sighed angrily glaring
at the sky above him, trying to remember what that unknown digimon looked
like…
“This just isn’t my week…”
******
"I’ve already survived 5 minutes," She told herself, annoyed with
her lack of self-control. "It can’t be that hard to wait just a few more!"
But the urge to open her backpack, and read the front page of the paper
was becoming unbearable…
…Patience was not one of her strong points.
“Why didn’t I just read it at the library?” Ruki asked herself in annoyance,
though in the back of her mind, she knew the answer to her question. The
library had become yet another one of those places she couldn’t stand to
be around for more than an hour or so, and she had defiantly reached her
limit. In attempt to pass the next few minutes it would take to walk home
she tried to think up something, a word game, anything that would keep her
mind off that newspaper…but so far she wasn’t having much luck. Her thoughts
kept on drifting back to that goggle-head!
She managed to hold in that fiery ball of flame known as her temper,
and sighed instead, “Why’d you have to just appear out of nowhere and mess
up everything?”
Now that she thought about it, this new silver-haired boy, and his Digimon
had done nothing but confuse, anger, and frustrate her no end, not to mention
distract her from he goal of making Renamon digivolve...they had lost a
digimon to him!
She had remembered being stupid enough to watch as that talking dinosaur,
‘Guilmon’ stole their precious data, she should have told Renamon to steal
it for herself! Of course she had been to busy wondering what was going
on, but she should have been paying more attention to her surroundings!
She’d let both Renamon and herself down…
“Maybe it’s fate.” A voice spoke up from behind Ruki, and she turned
around sharply in surprise, almost afraid of what she would find.
“…Oh, Renamon, it’s only you.” She blushed, angry with herself for being
afraid of her own Digimon. “Next time, don’t sneak up on me like that.”
She ordered softly. The fox-type Digimon gave a small nod of her head in
apology for startling her Tamer, but Ruki gave off no hints that she had
noticed the action, “What do you mean fate?” She asked.
“Maybe that boy called here for some reason, maybe something important
that involves both him, and that Digimon he seems to have tamed.”
Ruki’s eyes narrowed, “Renamon, I don’t know about Digimon, but humans
choose their own fate, they don’t let other people decide it for them.
I doubt this guy –whoever he is- is much different.”
Renamon nodded in acceptance to her Tamer’s words, “If you say so, Ruki.”
She rolled her eyes at her Digimon’s own stupidity. "Worthless data…most
of the time anyway." “Why are you here anyway?” She asked sharply,
her anger of being startled so easily before was clear in her words.
“I’ve found the boy, along with his Digimon.”
“Really?” Ruki perked up at the mention of the silver haired boy and
his Digimon. "Now I’ll prove myself to you…"
“Yes, he lives just a few blocks from Shinjuki Elementary, it shouldn’t
be too hard to find him again unless he moves from his location anytime soon.”
“Why would he do that?” Ruki rolled her eyes, “He doesn’t know we’re
searching for him.”
“Not yet, but you know as well as I do, he will eventually put the pieces
of the puzzle together and figure out that we’re after him.”
“I don’t see how…” She frowned visibly, a thought coming to mind, “you
were seen weren’t you?”
Again, Renamon bowed her head in apology, “I’m sorry Ruki, I didn’t mean
for him to see me.”
Ruki growled, resisting the urge to hurt something, namely her Digimon.
She knew it was pointless; Renamon was stronger than she’d ever been. “Which
one, the goggle head, or that talking dinosaur of his?”
Renamon gave no sign of acknowledgement to the nicknames, “Guilmon.”
She sighed in relief; at least it wasn’t the boy. Another thought came
to mind, worrying her, “Did he try and attack you?” She’d been there
the first time both Renamon and the dinosaur had fought, and knew that
the Digimon was a threat to her and Renamon. She didn’t want Renamon to
be caught off guard by him…if she was; there was no telling what would
happen without Ruki and her cards there to save her.
“No, I retreated before he got the chance. If we’re lucky, he’ll think
he just imagined me, and forget to tell his Tamer…from the looks of it,
he’s not very smart.”
"If we’re lucky…let’s just hope luck is on our side." Ruki thought
grimly. But still, part of her was happy that her Digimon had gotten away
unharmed. She wasn’t the type to run away from a fight, but sometimes it
just seemed like the smartest thing to do, even if it was the most cowardly
way out as well.
"But how did that thing become so powerful so quickly?" She mused,
"He can’t be any older than Renamon, and still he beat her easily."
“He seems to have had more experience then either of us.” Renamon commented.
Ruki shuddered. She hated when she did that…in some ways it seemed almost
like her and Renamon shared a bond of some kind and Ruki hated the thought
in every way possible. Renamon was her Digimon, and she was her Tamer,
there was nothing more to it then that, and Ruki hoped to keep it that
way. The problem was that with this strange ‘bond’ they shared Renamon
seemed to be able to pick up the different emotions that came from her,
and in times like these, her thoughts…it wouldn’t have bothered her as much
if she could feel the same thing coming from Renamon…but she couldn’t. Truthfully,
the whole thing gave her the creeps.
“Never mind that, we’ll find a way to get stronger, it’s just a matter
of time.”
Renamon nodded in acceptance, and Ruki started walking towards her place
again.
Though she couldn’t see her, she knew her Digimon was right behind her.
She always did follow her lead. “Let’s go home, Renamon. We’ll figure this
out later…”
“Yes, Ruki.”
******
It was around mid afternoon, when a loud rumble erupted from West Shinjuki
park, causing all birds in the area to scatter in fear. This event foreshadowed
an even louder roar that erupted soon after the rumbling, causing both
man and beast to shudder in fear…
******
Guilmon opened his eyes, awaking from what had been a quiet comfortable
nap. Yawning, and blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light, the red dinosaur,
forced himself to focus on his surroundings. Blinking once more to makes
sure his vision cleared, and beheld a strange sight; a small, white digimon
was sleeping on his side. Two things struck him as odd about the situation;
the first, being that he didn’t seen to mind the cute little digimon sleeping
there, and second…for some strange reason, he felt a lot taller, and wider
than he had felt when he had fallen asleep…
He shook his head, trying to relieve the sensation, but sadly, he still
felt the same. Looking down, he discovered much to his astonishment, that
he had evolved into his adult form; Growmon. He used one large claw to scratch
his head in confusion, all of the energy in he had squandered over the past
few days being in his child form, was replenished…It was almost as if he
had just evolved for the first time…
Turning back to glance at the mysterious, baby level two digimon (who
seemed to have decided he made a good pillow), he could help but smirk at
the sense of power the little digimon gave off. He couldn’t help but think
of the irony, of sure a small digimon, holding a power that could probably
topple most ultimate digimon, and even Vamdemon without much of a problem…if
the digimon knew how to use the power of course.
Suddenly, the amused look vanished from Growmon’s face, and he frowned,
“Still…I wish I could remember why I’m here, and not with Takatomon…” He
muttered angrily.
As in response to Growmon, and the words he had spoken, he noticed the
symbol on the forehead of the tiny creature began to glow a dim purple
light. Looking down as mysterious symbol on his own chest, he was startled
to see it glow as well…Suddenly; Growmon’s eyes began to glaze…
***Flashback***
Guilmon hadn’t arrived back at the house until dawn…only to find himself
locked out. He frowned, afraid of waking Takatomon. Guilmon knew that Takatomon
didn’t sleep very well at night, and though he knew his partner would be
willing to let him in at this time in the morning, without getting too angry,
he’d didn’t want to wake him up, his partner needed his rest…
He sighed; he’d just have to go to plan B…
What was plan B again?
He nodded to himself, finally remembering. He would just have to break
in…he could do that without making too much noise, right? They’re was only
one way to find out…He raised his right arm into the air and summoned the
flames in his body to engulf his claws, ready to commence his Rock Breaker
attack…he was prepared…any second now he could launch the attack and enter
his ‘home’.
However then he had a few second thoughts, that told him of what Takatomon
would do to him if he broke the front door down, and woke the whole neighborhood
up…he stopped.
This didn’t seem like a good idea anymore…he remembered what Takatomon
had done last time he’d broken down their front door. They had still been
living at Takatomon’s grandfather’s place at the time, but in some ways,
Guilmon wished they still lived they’re, it had been a nice place to live.
“No peanut butter for a week!”
He shuddered; no he would not be breaking down the front door tonight.
It was too risky. If there was any worse torture than no peanut butter…he
didn’t know what is was.
He’d have to find a quiet place to sleep for the night. Hopefully somewhere
where he could sleep peacefully, and without anyone finding him. So moving
as quickly and as quietly as he could, he searched for a good spot, if
not to keep Takatomon safe, then to keep himself safe, from those nasty
labs he had seen so many movies about…
“Takatomon was right…I shouldn’t have watched that movie with him…” Guilmon
muttered.
He could have swore he had spotted the Renamon he had seen earlier that
week, a few times during his journey down the quiet streets of West Shinjuki,
but he was too tired to care. Occasionally images of things he rarely thought
of popped in to his head, but still, his eyes we’re drooping with the knowledge
that he had not slept for quiet sometime, and he ignored them.
“Takatomon…next time I get a key…” He muttered in a child-like,
tired sounding voice.
******
Finally the tired digimon arrived at a forest of some sort, but all that
seemed to matter to him right now was finding a small, quiet place where
he could sleep. He barely even watched where he was heading, as his eyes
started closing, insisting that they needed sleep, as much as the rest of
his body…
He arrived at a forest of some sorts, but all that mattered to the Dragon/Dinosaur
digimon was finding a place to hide and sleep in. He could barely watch
where he was heading as his eyes kept closing every now and then. He tripped
over many cloth covered logs, and the trees whispered many things to him,
as he ran through the bush, though the most common phase was, “M-m-monster,
someone help me…!”
Sometimes very hard branches hit him as he ran…but he could barely feel
them…well, most of them.
******
Finally, the exhausted dinosaur digimon stopped, he was too tired to
go on, and it felt as if he had finally arrived at a spot that felt like…home.
It was as if this one place had been calling out to him all along…
Entering the cave, he collapsed…
***End Flashback***
Growmon woke up from the flash back, and again looked at the sleeping
digimon at his side…he couldn’t help but feel some kinship to the tiny digimon,
and the underlying feeling…he felt he should protect this child, no matter
what the cost.
“I wonder if this is what a mother feels for her young…” He mused.
As gently as the Adult digimon could, he tapped the sleeping digimon
with one of his large clawed hands…oddly enough, the digimon hardly stirred
from his sleeping position, and after a few more taps the strange little
digimon fell from his side, allowing Growmon to get up.
Getting up from his resting position, Growmon stood up and moved away
from the tiny digimon. He didn’t want to frighten him with what he was about
to do.
******
After making sure the unknown digimon was still sawing logs, Growmon
got into an attack stance…
All of the sudden he began to glow, a whitish hue as his chest symbol
proceeded to flash on and off, in the style of a warning light. Suddenly,
he was shrinking, his long white hair vanishing, and his demeanor changed
from a feral beast, to that of an innocent child.
Now that Guilmon was in his Child form, he looked over to the mysterious
digimon from before; it was starting to wake up…
Quietly, he took a few steps towards the small, white Digimon, and then
watched as the mysterious, rubbed his eyes, gave a loud yawn, and stretched….
when the stretching was done it opened its eyes and looked at Guilmon. Its
large curious green eyes stared into Guilmon’s pure and innocent golden ones…
“Hi, I’m Culumon…. what’s your name, culu?”
Guilmon frowned, ”I’m Guilmon, not Culu.”
Culumon frowned as well, though not for the same reason, ”…Wanna play?”
Guilmon’s eyes lit up, it had been so long since he’s done anything exciting,
and he wanted a chance to hang around with this new Digimon, “Sure!”
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