Digimon: Unity of the Five [PG/M-16] [Chapter 9 is in the hizzay]

[The Warden]

'Toxicamon, Lord of the Earth. GargantaKamemon, Master of the Waves. Pazuricciamon, Scourge of the Skies. Vulknismon, Duke of the Flame. Golbiusmon, Conquerer of Darkness. Together they form the Raging Elementals, a semi-dangerous group of megas whose scheme it was the conquer the Digital World, but it proved difficult after their destruction and banishment. A digitama destined for a human can only hatch to the sound of their hearts, and maybe, those humans are closer than they think.'

 

 

[spoiler=Characters][spoiler=Human Characters]

 

Name: Alexander 'Krieger' Lezuli

 

Age: 19

 

Gender: M

 

Appearance: He is 6"1 in height. He weighs 82 kg. He is well built in stature, supporting a bulky but not overly so appearance. He wears a white sleeveless shirt that is kept unusually clean, it used to have sleeve however. He wears a dark denim jeans, tied up with a leather belt, with the remaing slack hanging there, not tied into the belt loops. His face is rugged, but not beyond handsome. His hair is short, brown and yet messy. Despite any attempts, it will not stay still. His chin is slightly cleft. His nose is off-shape due to it being broken and mistreated. He has light blue eyes, which sometimes dimish his threatening appearance if you look to hard at them.

 

Personality: Crude and slightly rebellious in speech, he doesn't take crap from nobody. He takes on a tough persona when facing down rival gangs, but this melts away when with his mother, at work or just hangin with his friends.

 

Bio: Alexander took to being rebelious, not from the affections of his mother (who he loves dearly), but just generally rebel against whatever. He didn't specifically choose what to rebel against. His friends and fellow gang members are all friends from high school, why they created such a team was a mystery.

 

Digimon Partner: ProtoKnightmon

 

 

Name: Tyson 'Brains' Benedict

 

Age: 17

 

Gender: M

 

Appearance: He is 5"2 in height, making him the shortest of the group. He only weighs 51 kg. He attempts to not portray himself as a 'computer nerd', but his short statue and glasses say otherwise. He wears a general T-Shirt with an unknown shirt label on it (he says its from another country, but he designed it himself). He wears long black pants tied up with a black belt, which he keeps tucked neatly into the loops of his pants. He wears grey joggers to he can keep up with the other when chasing people down. His black hair is messy and usually covers his eyes, so he keeps it slicked into spikes with gel. His classes are rectangular in design, yet when looking at his eyes through the lenses, it gives him a sinister look. His eyes are dark brown, which he says doesn't give away his emotions.

 

Personality: Bookish by nature, he has a tendency to use big words and staements to explain a point, which only his friends are polite enough to listen too. He devises strategies to get back at rival gangs, usually involving him as the bait.

 

Bio: Tyson was a kid who was lumped two years ahead of himself in school, causing him to be much younger and less mature around the kids. He was used for answers and his naivette caused him to give them, until Alexander actually explained the situation to him. This caused Tyson to stick to Alexander and his friends. He is like alittle brother to them.

 

Digimon Partner: DaTsukaimon

 

 

Name: Diane 'Princess Die' Amora

 

Age: 19

 

Gender: F

 

Appearance: Pretty but not petite, this temptress stands at 5"6, and weighs 53 kg. She wears a strapless top, kept up purely by willpower and her C cup breasts. This top also shows off her belly button and creamy smooth skin, murrr. She wears denim jeans as well, but they're thinner at the waist, sticking to her hips and showing off her physique. Her auborn hair is at near shoulder length after having the vast majority of hair ponytail being cut off by Notusmon. She has several freckles on her cheeks, which makes them appear rosy. Her eye colour is a lime green. She wears a pair of stilletos, which have crippled many a man.

 

Personality: She doesn't conform to the 'valley girl' criteria, despite being so very much like them. She has general intellect, but is not above crushing another man's heart, especially for vengeance. She also hates being called a lesbian, despite hanging around with four guys.

 

Bio: Like any fairytale, during her school years she was the pretty-ugly girl, never really fitting in with the girls who talk endlessly about make-up, which was alien to her. She wound up with Alexander and his friends by chance, they took her in because they thought she looked pretty (well, Dennis did). When she blossomed and became much prettier, she took to asking the guys who scorned her out, only to watch them sit around like idiots at locations she never promised to keep.

 

Digimon Partner: Notusmon

 

 

Name: Dennis 'Brick Shithouse' Johanson

 

Age: 21

 

Gender: M

 

Appearance: The tallest of the group, he stands at 6"5 and weighs 107 kg. He is superior in muscle to Alexander, wearing only a tank top, which unfortunately rides up on his chest due to his massive gut (by-product of his foul eating habits). His navel has yet to become an outie, so the bets are still in progress. His legs are extremelly thick, wearing pants size XXL at most times. His hands are half the size of a ham. His hair is greasy and matted down with it, hanging limply around his thick muscle-head. His chin is quite pronounced with a roll of fat keeping it down. His eyes are blue as well, but they betray hints of kindness from them, despite his threatening appearance.

 

Personality: Dennis doesn't speak much, he doesn't think too good. He is however, very sensitive when it comes to his friends being injured or being called stupid (a statement of fact almost). Like all big strong guys, he is very tender, serving as muscle and little else.

 

Bio: Denis was held back a grade twice, until he wound up in the same grade as Tyson, who took it upon himself to cheat Dennis to passing. This was a thank-you to Alexander who helped and guided the eager young chap. It is unknown up Dennis came to be a friend of Alexander's, it is something thta is 'best not said'.

 

Digimon Partner: Tortmon

 

 

Name: 'Lord' Pyro Kaelsen

 

Age: 18

 

Gender: M

 

Appearance: He stands at 5"11, and weighs 69 kg at the best of times. He wears a grey shirt which is always covered by the jacket he insists on wearing. With the loss of his jacket, he wears a leather vest to cover his shirt. He wears black leather pants, another questionable fashion statement. His wild red hair his slicked back with gel, including the small ponytail he keeps. He is always smiling with his pure white teeth. The reason his teeth are so white is an enigma in itself. His eyes are oddly purple in colour, though people believe they're because of contacts.

 

Personality: Like any group, he is a self-proclaimed ladies man, who first suggested to take Diane into their little school group. He maintainss his handsome demeanour to find his one true love, even if he has to sort through the garbage.

 

Bio: Pyro was fairly popular in school, mostly by the girls. He didn't understand this atention at first, so he hung around Alexander and Dennis; the attention he had been receving slowly began to cease because they were too afraid to go near Dennis. He took a liking to Diane when he began understanding girls, and he was responsible for having her join the circle of friends. Even to this day, he searches for his one true love.

 

Digimon Partner: Gentlemon

 

 

Name: Celia Lezuli

 

Age: 47

 

Gender: F

 

Appearance: A small woman of only 5"1, she has a sweet and caring look in her blue eyes. She takes to wearing a Kimono which she obtained on a trip to Japan a long time ago. It has a summer scheme, with vibrants green, yellow, orange and red. why she wears it is a mystery, but it is really quite comfortable. Her hair is chestnut brown, but they have become grey at the roots.

 

Personality: Kind and sweet, she's the type of mother who doesn't molly-coddle her son, but she still hopes the best for him. When she gets cross however (which is very rare), all hell breaks loose.

 

Bio: Divorced single mother to Alexander, she and him live together in their small flat. Though saddened by the divorce, she still retains her joy whenever she is with her son. She usually overlooks his curren night time activites for the sake of this happiness as well. She only ever wnated what was best for him.

 

Digimon Partner: N/A

 

 

Name: Jeremy 'Brittle' Isotope

 

Age: 16

 

Gender: M

 

Appearance: He stands at 5"3 and weights just under 60 kg. He wears a very plain polyester shirt and vest, the shirt being white and the vest being rey with a black zig-zag stripe going through it. he wears black cotton pants. he is usually very pale, which match is very pale hair, which is blonde, but it seems almost whie to most people on their first look. His eyes are very dull, but oyu can always seem some kind of nervousness in them.

 

Personality: He is normally very unsettled, constantly darting about and looking at things to see for danger. But now he is slightly deranged having partnered with Zemmon. He has a very unsettling grin on his face, which is only ever removed when traits of his original personality pull through.

 

Bio: Like any rittle nerd, he was always bullied at school for his nervousness and because his mother would never let him pick any clothes he may like. Whilst Jeremy only had Tyson as a friend in primary school, they were broken up moving into high-school, making Jeremy even more of a wreck. Whilst he may have survived high school, it left him in a bad mental state. Zemmon felt his unusual energy and managed to escape his holding cell and digitized in the real world. His egg came out of Jeremy's computer, and they became partners shortly after he hatched into Zismon.

 

Digimon Partner: Zemmon

 

 

[spoiler=Digimon Characters]

 

Name: DaTsukaimon

 

Level: Rookie

 

Nickname: Science Project

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Decayed Digimon

 

Family: Metal Empire

 

Appearance: Its body is completely spherical, with is being completely constituted of sewage, chemicals and corrosive matter. It has two sockets where its eyes should be and a crack in its form, which is in fact an enormous gapping mouth. On either side of its body are two wings made of sludge, which beat steadily to keep him afloat. His body is runny and has a ‘melted’ look about it.

 

Personality: Datsukaimon is very goofy, just enjoying the moment whilst aimlessly floating about. He isn't too fond of kisses, but gives them as a joke. He relates to Tortmon's general slowness and ability to go with the flow.

 

History: DaTsukaimon hatched from the egg Tyson claimed after he and the gang beat up a rival gang and took the eggs as their prizes.

 

Attacks:

 

•Toxic Stew – DaTsukaimon vomits all the area, burning those who come in contact with the corrosive material. It only harms flesh and organic materials.

 

•Open Wide – DaTsukaimon stretches its enormous mouth over a victim and devours them whole, burning them horribly by its toxic innards before spitting them out. This attack should also mentally scar them.

 

Digivolves From: Wastrelmon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

[spoiler=DaTsukaimon Line]

 

Name: Sewemon

 

Level: Baby

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Decayed Digimon

 

Family: Metal Empire

 

Appearance: A small blob of meshed items and trash, it has one large eyeball on its back. It resembles something close to a slug, but it is more of a blob.

 

Attacks:

 

•Acid Mist – Unleashes a wave of highly volatile gas.

 

Digivolves To: Wastrelmon

 

 

Name: Wastrelmon

 

Level: In-Training

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Decayed Digimon

 

Family: Metal Empire

 

Appearance: A large blob of trash and goo, it has several arms protruding from it. No definable face can be seen.

 

Attacks:

 

•Wastrel Mist – Unleashes a wave of highly volatile gas.

 

Digivolves From: Sewemon

 

Digivolves To: DaTsukaimon

 

 

Name: Devidraremon

 

Level: Champion

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Decayed Digimon

 

Family: Metal Empire

 

Appearance: Slim-line in design, it has a draconic face with five burning red eyes, two on each side and one in the centre. It has four tails, each tipped with a claw-like hand. Four arms extend from its body, each tipped with different numbers of fingers. It is filthy grey with a hint of very light purple in colour.

 

Attacks:

 

•Black Mambo – Its tails snake all around the target and bite and scratch at it, tearing them apart brutally before injecting them with highly toxic venom that degrades their data.

 

•Five Eyes Extortion – Devidraremon paralyzes the victim with a haunting glare from its five eyes before brutally beating them with its four arms.

 

Digivolves From: DaTsukaimon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Tortmon

 

Level: Rookie

 

Nickname: Mr. Turtle

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Turtle Digimon

 

Family: Deep Savers

 

Appearance: His head is rounded and has a docile smile on its face. He is a sea foam-green in colour. His shell is comically oversized and disproportional to its body. It has small stumpy legs and arms.

 

Personality: Tortmon is very slow, usually prefering to sleep and conserve massive amounts of energy in his shell. He isn't dimwitted, he just doesn't see the need to run around all the time. He easily relates to DaTsukaimon's goofiness.

 

History: He hatched from the egg Dennis and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

 

Attacks:

 

•Ping-Pong Koopa Cannon – Tortmon withdraws into his shell and launches himself at an opponent with a blast of water from any of the holes in its shell. He can ricochet off hard surfaces.

 

•Water Cannon – Tortmon’s cheeks expand as they fill with water, ending with him firing a heavy blast of water at his opponent. This attack can punch through concrete.

 

Digivolves From: Aquanmon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

[spoiler=Tortmon Line]

 

Name: Drizzmon

 

Level: Baby

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Slime Digimon

 

Family: Deep Savers

 

Appearance: A small blue blob of gelatin like substances. It has a small heart beating inside it. Two small holes in the goo form eyes.

 

Attacks:

 

•Bubble Bubble – Unleashes a barrage of water filled bubbles to taunt the opponent.

 

Digivolves To: Aquanmon

 

 

Name: Aquanmon

 

Level: In-Training

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Slime Digimon

 

Family: Deep Savers

 

Appearance: A mesh of different water creatures, it is a small fish with large fins and a maw of razor-sharp fangs. Its dorsal fin is jagged and its tail is long and eel like.

 

Attacks:

 

•Bubble Blader – Unleashes a barrage of bubbles filled with rather sharp fangs.

 

Digivolves From: Drizzmon

 

Digivolves To: Tortmon

 

 

 

 

Name: Notusmon

 

Level: Rookie

 

Nickname: Nina Hatsumi

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Witch Digimon

 

Family: Wind Guardian

 

Appearance: A small timid looking girl, she has bronzed skin and short blonde hair done up in a bun with two chopsticks holding it in place. She wears an elegant kimono which is too long for her, so it crumples around her feet and completely covers her hands. The kimono is decorated with grey and gold, with the kanji for wind on the back. Around her waist and sticking out of the back is a large bow.

 

Personality: Slightly timid, she doesn't open herself up to just anyone. She usually hides her face and mouth behind her enormous sleeves, letting the others do the talking.

 

History: She hatched from the egg Diane and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

 

Attacks:

 

•Handmade Storm – Notusmon raises her sleeve, which straightens out and fires large streams of wind, knocking away targets.

 

•Naughty Naughty Storm – Notusmon begins spinning around wildly whilst firing bolts of lightning from her sleeves.

 

Digivolves From: Galemon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

[spoiler=Notusmon Line]

 

Name: Dustmon

 

Level: Baby

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Dust Digimon

 

Family: Wind Guardians

 

Appearance: A small rounded creature, it has very big and cute eyes. It is sandy-yellow in colour. It has a very small round mouth, which can seen smiling in the :3 shape.

 

Attacks:

 

•Dusty Weather – Dustmon spits dust and dirt into the opponent’s eyes so it can flee.

 

Digivolves To: Galemon

 

 

Name: Galemon

 

Level: In-Training

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Small Storm Digimon

 

Family: Wind Guardian

 

Appearance: Its upper body resembles a small rabbit like creature with slightly feminine features. Its ears hang bang, with the bases tied together like a ponytail. Its bottom half is a small whirlwind that sucks up small object.

 

Attacks:

 

•Whirly Willy – Galemon sucks up all small objects into its whirlwind before firing them rapidly.

 

Digivolves From: Dustmon

 

Digivolves To: Notusmon

 

 

Name: Hurrigalemon

 

Level: Champion

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Witch Digimon

 

Family: Wind Guardian

 

Appearance: A tall girl appearing about the age 14. She has bronzed skin and her long blonde her reaches down to her shoulder-blades. She is wearing a small grey miniskirt and a small sleeveless shirt marked with the kanji for wind. Her breasts are quite large, about D in size.

 

Attacks:

 

•Air Kisses – Hurrigalemon presses her hand to her lips and blows the enemy a large air kiss. This attack slams into the opponent, disorienting them and leaving them very depressed.

 

•Panty Shot – Hurrigalemon unleashes a kick to a foes face that ends short, giving them a look at her panties. She then proceeds to kick them very brutally for perving on her, beating them within an inch of her life using a very special power called ‘peeved anime-girl power’. She finishes them off by sending a large amount of electricity into their body.

 

Digivolves From: Notusmon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

 

 

 

Name: Gentlemon

 

Level: Rookie

 

Nickname: Duke

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Fire Digimon

 

Family: Dragon’s Roar

 

Appearance: Shape liked a small child with coal-red skin, it wears a small and well kept suit of black hardened magma. In its pocket it has a handkerchief which he keeps at all times. He carries a small cane with him.

 

Personality: Very prim and proper, he acts like a complete gentleman, this does however, belie a very cunning and improper battle style, using lies and cunning to tirp his foes up.

 

History: He hatched from the egg Pyro and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

 

Attacks:

 

•After You – Gentlemon tricks his foe into coming closer to him by spouting ideas of surrender. When the opponent comes near enough, he trips them over with his cane.

 

•But Before Me – A usual follow up to ‘After You’. Gentlemon superheats the ground around the target, causing them to be badly burnt by the heat.

 

Digivolves From: Sparkmon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

[spoiler=Gentlemon Line]

 

Name: Sparkmon

 

Level: Baby

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Fire Digimon

 

Family: Dragon’s Roar

 

Appearance: A small fireball, it is constantly sputtering and crackling with sparks. It has a mischievous grin on its face, and not much else.

 

Attacks:

 

•Bitty Burner – Sparkmon tackles its foes, burning the area they were hit in and fleeing whilst the foe is in agony.

 

Digivolves To: Firemon

 

 

Name: Firemon

 

Level: In-Training

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Fire Digimon

 

Family: Dragon’s Roar

 

Appearance: A small stony creature with hands covered in fire. It has a sweet smile on its face, even when committing arson.

 

Attacks:

 

•Arson – Firemon sets fire to something important, distracting the enemy long enough to escape.

 

Digivolves From: Sparkmon

 

Digivolves To: Gentlemon

 

 

Name: Burninglordmon

 

Level: Champion

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Fire Digimon

 

Family: Dragon’s Roar

 

Appearance: A tall and elegantly dressed man with coal-red skin. He wears an impressive tuxedo made of black hardened magma. He wears a monocle. He wears a small red cape across his right shoulder in the Elizabethan style, it is decorated with flames. He carries a cane in his hand always. He always has a handkerchief in his front right pocket at all times.

 

Attacks:

 

•Flaming Maestro – Burninglordmon summons several large flames, which he controls by conducting them with his cane. He usually hums along a famous tune as he directs the flames to attack people with them.

 

•Flaming Tango – Burninglordmon engulfs himself in flames, brutally attacking the opponent whilst humming the tune for ‘the Tango’.

 

Digivolves From: Gentlemon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

 

 

 

Name: ProtoKnightmon

 

Level: Rookie

 

Nickname: Timmy

 

Attribute: Vaccine

 

Type: Holy Knight Digimon

 

Family: Virus Busters

 

Appearance: He is a knight covered in mismatched armour. He has an enormous gauntlet on his left hand, but a sleek and flexible set of armour on his right arm and hand. His boots are incredibly heavy, but his leg armour is thin and swift. His chest plate is oversized compared to his body. His helmet is normal sized, but even with the face guard open, nothing can be seen within. He carries a small sword slung across his back. He also has a small shield on his right arm.

 

Personality: Knightly, he is always ready to save the damsel in distress, even if they can fight for themselves.

 

History: He hatched from the egg Alexander and the gang obtained after beating up a rival gang, grabbing the eggs as their prize.

 

Attacks:

 

•Proto Berserk Sword – ProtoKnightmon aims his sword at the opponent and fires a blast of energy from it.

 

•Proto Shield Bunker – ProtoKnightmon charges at his foe and slams them with his shield.

 

Digivolves From: Listeelmon

 

Digivolves To: LunaKnightmon

 

[spoiler=ProtoKnightmon Line]

 

Name: Rivetmon

 

Level: Baby

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Squire Digimon

 

Family: Virus Busters

 

Appearance: A knight-like Digimon composed of nuts and bolts, it has a large helmet made from an enormous nut, with many bolts creating a faceguard. They’re all coloured black.

 

Attacks:

 

•Dissimilate – Rivetmon separates all its nuts and bolts and converts them into an enormous hand, which slaps the foe.

 

Digivolves To: Deusmon

 

 

Name: Listeelmon

 

Level: In-Training

 

Attribute: Data

 

Type: Squire Digimon

 

Family: Virus Busters

 

Appearance: A small knight-like Digimon, it has a small body and an oversized helmet, which usually causes it to be very unbalanced and constantly falls down due to the weight.

 

Attacks:

 

•Splitting Helm – Deusmon crawls inside his helm then proceeds to roll about, knocking out anyone and anything that gets in his way.

 

Digivolves From: Rivetmon

 

Digivolves To: ProtoKnightmon

 

 

Name: LunaKnightmon

 

Level: Champion

 

Attribute: Vaccine

 

Type: Holy Knight Digimon

 

Family: Virus Busters

 

Appearance: A fully armoured knight, his armour is silver in colour. It is very slim-line, providing enough armour to be considered armour. His helmet is slightly jagged and rounded, with two large bars sticking upwards from either side near the top. Slung across his back is a large silver claymore. The bottom of the guard has a crescent moon on it.

 

Attacks:

 

•Lunar Breaker – LunaKnightmon leaps into the air, slicing downwards using C-Class Lunar energy.

 

•Crescent Bane – LunaKnightmon twists around, gathering energy in his blade which he releases as an enormous golden crescent which decimates those who get in the way of the attack.

 

Digivolves From: ProtoKnightmon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

 

 

 

 

 

Digimon Name: Bearmon

 

Family: Nature Spirits

 

Nickname: Mauler

 

Appearance:

 

Personality: Though many believes he is a fighter, Mauler is actually a pretty calm and nice guy, though he trains day in and day out to fulfill his goals. He can show subtle signs of pride, as he likes it when someone comments about his muscles(even though they are not so big in his Rookie Form).

 

 

He dislikes - and sometimes even refuses - to fight on unfair conditions, such as a 2-on-1 battle, or where the opponent is already weakened. He brands these 'unfair fights' as abominal to his fighting spirit, and he would rather die than fighting such a battle.

 

 

His favorite food is tangerine, and he is often drinking Sake to his meals. His favorite hobby is usually to just train to become stronger, but he has shown the true talent of a poet from time to time.

 

History: Mauler was a simple Bearmon kid, living his life like everyone else in his age, until the war broke out in the Digital World, and his family were forced to either run or fight. His mother and father decided they'd run from the fight, but when they realized they had nowhere to run to, they decided to at least allow their son to escape the calamities that were to come. And so they sended him the Virus Busters, begging them to send him to the Human World. Seraphimon was about to deny this request and brand Mauler and his family heretics, but Mauler spoke up against him, saying that he should honor the wishes of lesser Digimon. Receiving mercy from Cherubimon and Ophanimon, he was sent to the Human World. His greatest goal in his life is to become the best hand-to-hand fighter in the world, to make up the lack of will to fight that his parents displayed when fleeing from the war.

 

Attacks:

 

•Bear Fist

 

•Bear Claw

 

•Bear Roll

 

Digivolves From: Wanyamon

 

Digivolves To: ???

 

 

Digimon Name: Carrollmon

 

Level: Ultimate/Mega

 

Family: Unclassified Mutant

 

Nickname: N/A

 

Appearance: A pink tuxedoed man with a wide grin showing teeth, with two fanged canine teeth. He wears mirrored sunglasses and has a cat tail. His hands wear elegant pink gloves and he sports a top-hat with cards stuck where some people put feathers. He wields a large axe with a red heart shaped blade. He always carries a Hookah which he smokes from.

 

Personality: Confusing. He's undoubtably crazy and has a extremely warped sense of logic. He's usually correct but he talks in riddles, and he doesn't even realize this. He can get violent when angered but is always smiling and seems to enjoy the war like it's some story. It is assumed that his insanity is induced by his hookah.

 

History Carrollmon is a once in a lifetime digimon. Many digimon attempted to DNA digivolve simutanusly.

 

 

This... didn't end so well.

 

 

They all died in the attempt but a fragment of each of them succesfully fused into a digiegg.

 

 

Carrollmon came from that egg.

 

 

He is mistrusted by all sides but he seems to only care about making the war entertaining, he helps and hinders all sides for this reason. He takes paticular notice of the supposed Heretics who are now in the human world (which naturally makes a more interesting story compared to a war that has been in a stalemate for awhile)

 

Attacks:

 

•Blunderland – Carrollmon breathes deeply into his hookah before unleashing the fool smoke he sucked up, the smoke induces hallucinations and slight nausea.

 

•King of Hearts – Carrollmon begins to go wild, slashing everything and anything with his enormous axe, this attack is best avoided by fleeing the country.

 

•Late for an Important Date – Carrollmon stops time and flees before resuming normal time, giving the impression he teleported. He can teleport if the need arises.

 

•For the King – Carrollmon removes the cards from his hat and flings them, transforming each of them into a card soldier armed with a smaller copy of his own axe. They are quite weak and expendable.

 

 

Name: Zemmon

 

Level: Rookie

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Unidentified Digimon

 

Family: Unidentified

 

Appearance: A small blue skeleton made from many mismatched pieces, it chimeric in design. It has four arms, two in the usual spot and the other two sticking out of the back with the torn remains of a flight membrane. Its legs are a little thicker, ending in a pair of hooves. The skull is human, with something rattling about inside. It has two horns sticking out of its head. It’s eyes are two bright points of light

 

Personality: Zemmon is immensely cruel, showing little regard for anyone around him, especially not to his subordinates. If he ever acted nicly, it would all be a lie in order to give him a reason for him to hurt you.

 

History: Zemmon was born from a digi-egg which digitzed throuugh Jeremy's computer. He has been controlling the boy ever since.

 

Attacks:

 

•Dem Bones – Zemmon tears off one of his many bones and hits the target with it.

 

•Double Dance Bone – Zemmon tears apart into many smaller skeletons made from different sections of bones. They all attack the foe.

 

Digivolves From: Zarmon

 

Digivolve To: Zemusmon

 

[spoiler=Zemmon Line]

 

Name: Zismon

 

Level: Baby

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Unidentified Digimon

 

Family: Unidentified

 

Appearance: A haunted blue skull, several small tentacles stick out of the bottom of it to help it move around. A long tentacle like tongue sticks out of the skull’s mouth.

 

Attacks:

 

•Nightmare Lash – Zismon attack the foe with its long tongue, lashing the foe like a whip.

 

Digivolve To: Zarmon

 

 

Name: Zarmon

 

Level: In-Training

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Unidentified Digimon

 

Family: Unidentified

 

Appearance: A large blue skull surrounded by an aura of dark energy. Two light-like eyes star from within the skull. The glow acts as an extension of itself.

 

Attacks:

 

•My First Nightmare – Zarmon hypnotizes the foe to sleep. It causes nightmares by just being near sleepers.

 

Digivolves From: Zismon

 

Digivolve To: Zemmon

 

 

Name: Zemusmon

 

Level: Champion

 

Attribute: Virus

 

Type: Unidentified Digimon

 

Family: Unidentified

 

Appearance: A large blue skeleton, his thin form is completely covered by sweeping blue robes. His skull has two pinpoints of red light for eyes, with several horns jutting out of his skull. He has an enormous dull orange and black collar, which rises from his back. His sleeves are very puffy, with many tears and scars on them, revealing his bones. A mantle extends along his sleeves, creating a shroud around his body when his arms are closed. The inside material is black, whilst the outside is a dull orange. Much of his outfit dissolves into his mantle, signifying that he may or may no have a lower body. He floats around, defying gravity.

 

Attacks:

 

•Azure Crisis – Zemusmon summons many blue orbs which litter the field. Everything goes dark as he forces all the spheres together, where the foe is standing. The combined pressure detonates all the orbs as light returns.

 

•Phantom Chaos – Zemusmon randomly phases in and out of existence around the foe, generating many phantoms, causing the foe to strike wildly at the phantoms as the real Zemusmon approaches and strikes them.

 

Digivolves From: Zemmon

 

Digivolve To: ???

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Want a Digimon Character to Appear in the Fic?]

 

Fill out this form and send it to BrokenHeart15, care of THN Publishings. (No megas as of yet)

 

[b]Digimon Name:[/b]

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[b]Nickname:[/b] (Optional)

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]History[/b] 

[b]Attacks:[/b]

[b]Digivolves From:[/b]

[b]Digivolves To:[/b]

 

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Digimon Analyser]

 

[spoiler=Apemon]

 

 

‘Apemon, a champion level Beast Digimon, his type is a lackey for the Virus Busters, Nightmare Soldiers and the Nature Spirits. His attacks are Mega Bone Stick, Metallic Fur and Fierce Demon Monkey Bomb. He’s not the type to quit on a fight as he relentlessly hunts down viruses on the data network; and exterminates them.’

 

 

~Mauler

 

 

[spoiler=BlackGarurumon]

 

 

 

‘A Digimon serving under both the Nature Spirits and the Nightmare Soldiers. The champion level BlackGarurumon, never say old dogs can’t learn new tricks, because this guy is full of surprises. His bark is definitely worse than his bite, as his Howling Wolf technique will crush all but the strongest competition. His Ice Wall makes for a dangerous weapon and shield, and the Fox Fire technique will incinerate you into ashes.’

 

 

~Gentlemon

 

 

[spoiler=Omekamon]

 

 

 

‘Meet Omekamon, a champion level from the Metal Empire family, though it is not uncommon for one to work for the Virus Busters. His attacks are Omeka Kick and Graffiti Rocket. It is thought that he was born from the programming of a paint program. He idolizes the real Omnimon, and so he imitates the knight, however poorly’

 

 

~ Mauler

 

 

[spoiler=Vegiemon]

 

 

‘Oh for the love of it all. Meet Vegiemon, a loser to the Jungle Trooper family. They are severely weaker than their RedVegiemon counterparts, serving a better use as cannon fodder and ammo. Their only real coup de grace is that they can bind and constrict anyone they please with their long vines. But they’re real dumb and constrict Digimon way out of their league, like Botamon.’

 

 

~Notusmon

 

 

[spoiler=Tortomon]

 

 

 

‘Meet my half-baked brother twice removed. His name is Tortomon and trust me when I say that I got both the looks and the power. He is known as the roaring Digimon, hardly surprising when his snores shake mountains. His hard shell repels most conventional attacks, but he is too dumb to realize the flaw in shooting those spikes with his Strong Carapace attack. Also, he hates it when people see him urinating whilst laughing like a moron’.

 

 

~Tortmon

 

 

 

[spoiler=Digi-Gauntlet Library]

 

[spoiler=Alex]

 

•LunaKnightmon

 

•Apemon

 

 

[spoiler=Pyro]

 

•Burninglordmon

 

•BlackGarurumon

 

 

[spoiler=Tyson]

 

•Devidraremon

 

•Omekamon

 

 

[spoiler=Diane]

 

•Hurrigalemon

 

•Vegiemon

 

 

[spoiler=Dennis]

 

•ArmanTortmon

 

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

 

Prologue: Shattered Kingdom

 

 

The year of our god twenty-oh-nine.

 

 

Civil war had struck the Digital World; it had been foreseen by the wisest of the wise, but never subverted.

 

 

The eleven families of the Digital World fought for dominion in some misguided attempt to claim total dominance.

 

 

The Unidentified and D-Reaper families struck an unwary alliance as the Nature Spirits and Jungle Trooper defended their land from the vicious assaults of the Dragon’s Roar family.

 

 

The Dragon’s Roar families also contended with the Wind Guardian and Deep Savers families which strongly resisted the assaults on their domains.

 

 

The Metal Empire family very smartly stayed out of the conflict, preferring to hide within their heavily armed cities.

 

 

Leading strongly into the war were the Virus Busters and the Nightmare Soldier/Dark Area families.

 

 

The Virus Busters were and still are lead by the ever holy Celestial Trinity: Seraphimon, Ophanimon and Cherubimon. The Virus Buster family also boasts the help of the Royal Knights.

 

 

The Nightmare Soldiers and the Dark Area are lead by Lucemon and his Demon Lords. It is said that they are being assisted by the infamous GranDracmon and his dark army.

 

 

In the middle of it all, was us, the Raging Elementals. Rebels in our own world, we fought for what we could, we never subjected each other for being in a different family. Other however, took offence.

 

 

Someone or something branded us as one of the reasons the war had started, and as a response, it was everyone’s duty to take us out. The results of these actions were the catalyst for a much greater disaster.

 

 

It all began, that starry night.

 

 

~Golbiusmon

 

 

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The dark citadel of the Raging Elementals was under heavy assault. A large barrier of winds and water had been erected to stop the forces, but it proved fruitless.

 

From the top tower, a large dark knight was observing silently from an open window.

 

The room was mostly empty, with only a large banner hanging from a wall. The banner depicted a circle, with an outer ring cut into four colours. Brown, blue, green and red. The inner circle was cut into two colours, black and white.

 

The knight wore large black and red heavy plate armour. His helmet had two large curling horns on it, with a hideous demon mask covering his face. His chest plate was very thick, with many adjoining pieces to create pseudo-scales. His thick gauntlets were clawed, with one hand drumming on the window frame. His metallic boots resembled demon feet, with three large spikes as toes. From his back was a blood red cape, draped all the way down to his ankles.

 

His visored form watched as each explosion rained down on the barrier, his fingers still continued to drum silently.

 

The door opened slightly as an elegantly dressed male entered in haste. The peculiarly dressed man had coal red skin. His entire outfit was covered by an enormous cloak which draped around his shoulders and down to his feet; it was patterned with flames of red, yellow and orange, all swirling in elegant unison. He wore an elegant top-hat and monocle. Every time he walked, a small clicking noise echoed around.

 

The being made a curt bow, the cloak staying in place. ‘Lord Golbiusmon, it appears that we are at an end’ the man reported.

 

Golbiusmon sighed as he faced his comrade, his own clape moving with each slight movement. ‘It would appear so my friend’ he sighed sadly. ‘Go now and alert Toxicamon, Pazuricciamon and GargantaKamemon’ he ordered.

 

The man bowed again and exited the sanctuary. Golbiusmon turning to the conflict outside.

 

What a total mess this had been. Branded as scapegoats by everyone, they were doomed now by the endless assaults from the Virus Busters, who felt they were the ones to ‘administer justice’ to the heretics.

 

Slowly, the large barrier began to dissipate as the sounds of battle slowly ceased. The door banged open loudly as three extra beings plus the fiery man entered the room. The first was a hideous slime beast. Made from festering chemicals, its body constantly spews clouds of corroded data. Large barrels are lost in his ooze. In the chest area where three large holes, two for eyes and one for a mouth. It wore a cloak made of various skins, both human and Digimon.

 

The second was a very humanoid turtle. It was wearing a large trench coat marked with swirling waves. Its head was like a large golden snapper turtle, with two short horns jutting out backwards. It had two very long arms, each ending in a set of long clawed fingers, five on each hand. Its legs were straight, ending in clawed toes that dug into the floor.

 

The final one was a woman with bronzed skin. Her appearance was warped, but I can assure you that underneath she is wearing a golden bra and bikini set.

 

Golbiusmon faced all four of them; the demon mask he wore seemed to share their look of melancholy. ‘My dear friends and comrades, it appears our time is up’ he declared.

 

The other four betrayed a look of fear, if Golbiusmon had given up, it truly was hopeless. ‘It can’t be Golby, we can still fight’ the woman declared.

 

Golbiusmon waved his clawed hands. ‘We can Pazuricciamon, but it would be pointless. The Celestial Trinity came personally for us. There is very little we can do’ he answered.

 

‘We could flee’ the trash pile said hopefully. Golbiusmon shook his head. ‘Unfortunately not, where would we flee to Toxicamon? We’re branded as heretics by all eleven families’ Golbiusmon countered.

 

The two who hadn’t made a suggestion, stayed quiet. ‘You believe that it is hopeless? Do you GargantaKamemon, and you Vulknismon?’ the knight demanded.

 

Vulknismon shook his head fearfully. ‘Not that it isn’t hopeless, there’s just nothing we can do’ Vulknismon answered. GargantaKamemon nodded along with that.

 

‘Traitors, your time is up’ a strong voice declared. The very roof of the tower was torn away as two angels descended. An enormous smiling face was with them, it had apparently torn the roof off.

 

 

‘Seraphimon, to what do I own this pleasure?’ Golbiusmon inquired.

 

Seraphimon raised his hand, to symbolize silence. ‘We have come to bring you to justice heretics’ Seraphimon answered.

 

Golbiusmon slacked his arms, as if sad about something. ‘I guess we can’t have tea and biscuits then. Vulknismon, please go and turn the kettle off’ Golbiusmon suggested.

 

Vulknismon bowed with an ‘as you wish’ and departed for the door, only to be blocked by the second angel, who wore green.

 

She pointed her spear at Vulknismon threateningly and he backed away into the group.

 

‘No one is to leave’ she stated. ‘No need to be so hostile Ophanimon. He was just going to turn the kettle off’ the smiling face boomed.

 

The female angel hid her helmed face in her hand. ‘He wasn’t going to turn the kettle off you idiot, he was going to escape’ she corrected.

 

The smiling face frowned angrily as it bit its lip. ‘Well that’s not very nice’ he pouted. Before the angel could respond, Seraphimon held up his hand. ‘Cherubimon, Ophanimon’ he barked.

 

The large rabbit angel stopped frowning as the female turned her back to him.

 

‘And they say the halves of Chaosmon can’t get along’ Pazuricciamon muttered loudly.

 

‘Silence!’ Ophanimon ordered. Seraphimon ignored Ophanimon’s outburst and faced Golbiusmon and his comrades. ‘We are here to bring you traitors to justice, any last requests?’ Seraphimon demanded.

 

Golbiusmon centered himself in the group. ‘I do’ he stated and in his hands two orbs formed, one was a white sphere with a black circle imprinted on it, and the other was a black sphere with a white ‘X” on it. ‘Truth & Lies’ Golbiusmon stated.

 

The two angels raised their arms defensively. ‘What game is this?’ Seraphimon demanded.

 

‘A simple game’ Golbiusmon answered, raising the spheres. ‘I am going to ask you a question, if you answer it correctly, the white sphere will detonate and destroy all five of us, if you get it wrong, the black sphere will steal your soul’ Golbiusmon explained.

 

‘Ask your question’ Seraphimon said icily.

 

‘As you wish. Truth or lies, were we scapegoats in this war?’ Golbiusmon demanded.

 

Ophanimon raised her spear in anger, but Seraphimon raised his hand, ordering her ceasefire. ‘Yes’ Seraphimon answered bitterly.

 

Golbiusmon’s demon mask flickered, as if smiling. The white sphere started going berserk, about to detonate. ‘It almost makes me feel better to know that’ Golbiusmon remarked, before the sphere exploded.

 

Despite being guarded, all three angels covered their eyes with their hands to protect them from the flash of light.

 

Once even the smoke had settled there were only five digitama left standing. One was completely black with purple eye patterns. The next was a brown egg with odd grey swirls. The next was a blue egg with a wave pattern on it. After that was a sandy-yellow egg with odd swirls on it. Finally, there was an egg with an overlapping fire pattern.

 

‘So they chose to take their own lives, but it was true then?’ Ophanimon inquired as Cherubimon reached a massive hand in and collected the eggs.

 

Seraphimon hung his head low. ‘In times of war, sacrifices must be made. The Raging Elementals were scapegoats to at least avert the attention of the other families, even for a little while’ he answered as he and Ophanimon rose from the ruined chamber.

 

‘And their castle?’ she inquired. ‘Destroy it’ was the answer.

 

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The holy citadel of the Virus Busters was a vast citadel hidden high in the sky. The command room was the vastest of them all, armed with many consoles and screens.

 

Seraphimon was standing before five large tubes, each containing the digitama that had been captured. A small Piximon fluttered over to his shoulder, landing on it and warily eying the eggs. ‘What do you suppose we do with them?’ he inquired.

 

 

 

Seraphimon didn’t turn his head; he seemed to be burning with dislike of those eggs. ‘Cast them into the human world’ he commanded.

 

There were many gasps at that command. ‘B-B-B-But sir, surely something like that would be’ Piximon started.

 

‘Do you defy my command?’ Seraphimon demanded harshly. The Piximon fell off his shoulder and landed with a small plop on the ground. It rubbed its little head. ‘No sir, it’s just that such a choice would prove disastrous for that world’ Piximon protested.

 

Seraphimon didn’t turn away from the eggs. ‘What does it matter? We no longer share contacts with that world. It is best that the Raging Elementals torment that world, rather than our own’ he stated.

 

The Piximon fluttered up again to a console with tiny keys, but still big enough for his hands. ‘Okay, an express ticket to the human world, coming up’ Piximon chanted.

 

There was an alarm siren as the large overhead monitor displayed the symbol of the Nightmare Soldiers.

 

 

‘Of all the times. Open the link’ Seraphimon ordered. The monitor crackled as the image of a handsome blonde man appeared. Only his face was seen, and a small marking could be seen under his eye. The man also had a knowing smile on his face, yet his eyes hid a look of contempt.

 

 

‘Lucemon, what do you want?’ Seraphimon demanded.

 

The smile didn’t fade from Lucemon’s face, but the contempt in his eyes seemed stronger. ‘Why the hostility Seraphimon? I am merely here to congratulate your efforts in defeating the erstwhile heretics’ he explained.

 

Seraphimon raised a furious fist. ‘What the Virus Busters do is none of your concern’ he retorted viciously.

 

Lucemon’s image panned out to show him sitting on a large pale throne. His head was resting on the top of his hand, which he was using to lean on the armrest of the throne. He raised his finger like an angry parent, twiddling it from side-to-side, making a ‘tutting’ noise with his tongue. ‘There is no need for shouting Seraphimon. And yet you forget that I too was once a Virus Buster, your business, is still my business’ he corrected arrogantly.

 

Seraphimon grounded his fury in his fist, which he kept at his side. ‘You are not a Virus buster Lucemon, you betrayed us for the darkness. As far as I can see, this conversation is over’ he stated and the video conference ended, the screen returning to blank with the symbol of the Virus Busters spinning in the centre.

 

 

The angel saluted smartly. ‘Sir, whilst excavating the remains of the heretic’s citadel, we discovered a vault. Inside we discovered some form of lab, including a digitama held in suspended animation’ it reported.

 

‘An egg?’ Seraphimon noted.

 

The Piddomon nodded. ‘Yes sir, we searched through some notes and learned that the egg was the one belonging to the original leader of the Raging Elementals’ the angel continued reporting.

 

Shock settled in Seraphimon as his feathers went out of line. ‘Was the egg removed from animation?!’ he demanded.

 

‘No sir, we left it where it was’ the angel answered.

 

Seraphimon sighed with some relief. 'Excellent, excellent. Return the device containing the egg back to the citadel’ Seraphimon ordered.

 

‘It is quite large’ the Piddomon remarked.

 

‘Do what you must to bring that device back in one piece; that egg must not be allowed to hatch. Do I make myself clear?!’ Seraphimon demanded.

 

‘Clear as ever sir’ the Piddomon answered and the link left.

 

Seraphimon buried his face in his gauntlet. ‘To think, the digitama of the dark one himself was in their hands all along’ he muttered.

 

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In the human world, specifically the city of Specter, many of the denizens were sleeping.

 

It was late night when five shooting stars crossed across the sky, leaving brilliant coloured tails.

 

These stars seemed to swiftly lower in height as they crashed into a warehouse belonging to a well-known and dangerous gang.

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Excellent. Utterly excellent.

 

Did not know that my group of Elemental Digimon from DTCFM would have their own Fan Fic.

[The Warden]

You're too kind, aww who am I kidding? Yes, I felt it was quite good, I love the buzz I'm getting, just like last year when I started DTCFM.

[fenrir]

Never thought the Raging Elementals could be plot important. Still, I like it.

[The Warden]

Plot mportant? They're the main characters

[Fallen Hero]

Excellent chapter, Broken, glad to see you're writing a fan fic again. I just wonder what the Raging Elementals' rookie forms will be?

[Kōsuke Ueki]

I decided to have a Digimon of my choice to enter the story when possible. But before I do, does the app have to do with making a custom digimon?

[The Warden]

No, just any digimon in particular, juts not mega.

[Kōsuke Ueki]

Very well.

 

Digimon Name: Aldamon

Level: Ultimate

Family: Virus Busters

Nickname: N/A

Appearance:

 

 

Personality: Courageous, generous, selfless, caring, loyal, highly intelligent. Would make sacrifices if necessary.

History Aldamon was a guardian that protected Seraphimon before he goes to battle. When the war had happened, he was needed more than ever. As the days of the war kept going, Aldamon always would protect Seraphimon no matter what the enemy was or how powerful it seems to be. Now, Aldamon swears that he will put his life on the line for Seraphimon to bring this war to peace. On the other hand, he also does not believe that the heretics were the Raging Elementals. He also will do whatever he can to find the ones who or what brought the Raging Elementals to be blamed for being heretics.

Attacks: Pyro Inferno.

 

Do I need to change anything?

[Phantom Roxas]

A sequel to Children from Mysidia? I never did read that beyond the first chapter, so I got to go read that.

[The Warden]

It isn't a sequal, it is an entirely new story.

 

C_2, you we meant to pm that, so dneied.

[Kōsuke Ueki]

Then you should really say in the first post that the app needs to be sent via PM.

[The Warden]

I did, not in those exact words but my statement still lies there.

[The Warden]

So, yeah.

 

[spoiler=chapter 1]

Chapter 1: So yeah, this is a story and…..stuff

 

In one of the abandoned areas of Specter city lie many warehouses. Those areas are usually under the control of rival gangs, each claiming a certain amount and fighting ach other for their share.

 

Today we visit plot G, known to house a gang originally known as the ‘Rough nicks’.

 

They were busy tormenting a boy who looked about fifteen by holding a lap top out of his diminutive reach. The boy was wearing a clean white shirt with long black pants, tied up a little too tight at the waist. He had messy black hair and square glasses. An empty lap top satchel banging at his sides.

 

‘Come on guys, I was just passing through here on my way to school’ the boy protested, jumping up to reach the laptop.

 

His tormentor merely laughed, pressing his fat hand down on the boy’s head. ‘You pass through our territory, you gotta pay the price’ he chuckled.

 

The boy chuckled in reply to this; his was a little too ominous. He shoved the hand off his head and looked at his tormentors; a knowing look couldn’t be seen in his eyes.

 

‘I’m sorry, I don’t have any money, but I’m sure my friends could pay for you. Would you prefer crash or discredit?’ the boy inquired.

 

The people surrounding him were slightly confused by this remark. ‘You making us look like fools?’ one of them demanded.

 

There was a metallic clunk as he fell to the ground, a painful impact wound in his skull.

 

The boy smirked as everyone turned to a man of about nineteen. He was wearing a garish black jacket with wolf fur ruff. He also wore hideous leather pants which were too tight in unspeakable places. Slung across his shoulder was a large iron pipe, slightly bent at the top.

 

‘Gentleman, I’m here to inform you that as of now, this plot now belongs to me and my associates. You have five minutes to get your sheet and get out’ the boy said smugly.

 

‘He ain’t so tough’ another thug remarked. The man with the iron pipe flicked his hair teasingly. ‘I’m not, he is’ the man remarked, pointing behind them all.

 

Most of them came face to face with a muscular chest, a tank-top riding on it as an enormous gut impeded any further movement of said shirt. ‘The brick shithouse’ one brave fellow cried.

 

Those were his last words as the Brick shithouse swung an enormous meaty hand and knocked him out cold. The diminutive boy sauntered over and pulled the laptop from the hand of his previous tormentor, placing it back into the safety of his satchel.

 

‘Would you kindly leave before my associate has to whale on you a few more times’ the boy remarked.

 

The three remaining thugs ran down the only exit, an alleyway which was blocked by two more people. One was a statuesque lady in a strapless shirt and clingy denim jeans. It was off putting about the iron pipe she held in her hands.

 

The other was a tall man who you could assume was twenty-two. His bulkyish appearance was supporting by a sleeveless shirt and denim jeans, held together by a leather belt which was hanging there.

 

‘It appears that we have a dilemma Princess Die’ the man remarked fondly.

 

‘Indeed so Krieger, some little piggies have just come out to the slaughter’ Princess Die remarked.

 

The thugs tried to flee, only to be blocked by the three they just ran away from.

 

‘Gentleman, welcome to your set up’ Krieger remarked, forcing the thugs onto their knees for mindless begging.

 

One was foolish enough to place their hands on the ground. Big mistake as Princess Die slammed the heel of her stilettos down on it. The man yelped loudly as he was silenced by a pipe to the face.

‘Why are you here?’ the largest and obvious leader questioned.

 

Krieger’s tough look lightened, to be conversational. ‘Word is whatever flew past in the sky three nights ago landed in your warehouse. We are here to collect’ he stated.

 

The thug beat his fist into the ground. ‘They’re in our warehouse, take em if you want, they’re useless eggs anyways’ he admitted in defeat.

 

Krieger smiled as the man in the jacket and the boy knocked out the last two. ‘I like a happy ending’ the boy remarked happily.

 

‘Rough nicks my ass; I find more dangerous foes when I cleans out my ears’ the jacketed fellow remarked.

 

Krieger and the Brick Shithouse laughed, despite the look of disdain from Princess Die and the boy.

 

Krieger patted them on the back for a job well down as he went down the alleyway to the warehouse. ‘Come on, to the victor goes the spoils’ he declared.

 

‘That’s my line’ the boy cried as they followed him in.

 

The warehouse was large, with an expansive bottom floor and a staircase leading into an office. There was an enormous hole in the roof, bright sunlight pierced through the dank.

 

On a table were the so called prizes. Enormous eggs, beyond the size of normal creatures were kept there. Odd designs covered them, yet Krieger felt an irresistible pull towards one of them, as it appeared the same for the others.

 

Krieger grabbed a large black egg with purple eye markings on it; they almost seemed to be looking at him.

 

The boy collected a brown egg with odd grey swirls whilst the Brick Shithouse chose a blue egg with a wave pattern on it. Princess Die chose the sandy-yellow egg with odd swirls on it and the jacketed man grabbed the egg with an overlapping fire pattern.

 

‘Curious that there should be five’ the boy remarked.

 

‘Too right Brains’ the jacketed man confirmed.

 

Krieger held the egg under his arm and motioned to leave. ‘Let’s take the loot back to the hideout’ he ordered.

 

‘Yes, the ‘hideout’ Brains commented with finger quotes.

 

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The hideout turned out to be an old but large wooden shed. Out of the four windows, only one was clean whilst the rest were consumed by the dirt of the ages.

 

The five people were all seated comfortably in there. Krieger had salvaged several seats for them to use, he had a large wooden chair.

 

Brains had a stool and a desk to work with.

 

Brick had a large tire due to him destroying most chairs.

 

Princess Die had a deck chair, which she spread herself luxuriously on in the sunlight pouring through the clean window.

 

The jacketed man had a wooden chair like Krieger's, which he sat on reversed.

 

The five eggs that they had claimed were kept neatly on Brain’s desk, each held in place by some form of clamp. ‘What kind of creature laid those eggs?’ Brains wondered.

 

The jacketed man laughed and brains threw him an icy look. ‘What is so funny ‘Lord’ Pyro’ he demanded.

 

Pyro looked at the boy with amused eyes. ‘Well, they flew across the sky right. Well, I figured that the one who laid these eggs was a giant space monster with seven arms, five legs and four pairs of tits’ Pyro joked.

 

Krieger chuckled lightly at that joke, whilst Brick roared with laughter, titties always made him laugh.

 

Princess Die merely slapped her hand over her face softly and grunted with annoyance. Brains smartly ignored the statement as he observed the eggs, he had noticed that they had been cold when collected, but they were steadily getting warmer, even though they weren’t in the sun.

 

‘Anyone else feel an oddly familiar warmth inside their chest, around the heart area?’ he inquired.

 

They all looked at them only noticing the feeling after he had mentioned it. ‘Now that you mention it’ Pyro commented. ‘I do feel an odd longing for the egg I had taken’ Krieger added.

 

This subtle silence was broken as the working clock on the wall chimed at nine o’clock. ‘Shaz bat, I was meant to be at work thirty minutes ago’ Krieger panicked. He grabbed a jacket that was stored on a coat hanger and ran out.

 

They all shrugged and left, with Brains carefully locking the door behind him, pocketing the key.

 

Inside the shed, despite being securely stabilized, the eggs began to rock about shakily. Cracks formed along the egg, with a small portion breaking away from Krieger’s egg. A rattling sound could be heard from it.

 

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It was around six p.m. when Krieger knocked off work. He worked at a local fish mart, cutting up and gutting fishes to be sold in the front of the shop. ‘See ya Alex’ one of his co-workers called as he left.

 

Alexander nodded to this and left, zipping up the jacket he had brought as a chilling wind blew through. The odd longing Brains had mentioned had grown stronger as the day had progressed, forcing him to hurry towards the shed.

 

Lord Pyro, Princess Die and Brains were all waiting by the shed. Both Brains and Princess Die were wearing jackets whilst Pyro mockingly snuggled into his fur ruff. ‘And you said it was stupid to wear this jacket’ he mocked as the other two shivered.

 

‘I suppose you guys are here for the same reason?’ Alex wondered.

 

Despite the shivering, they nodded as well. ‘So why aren’t you inside?’ he added.

 

Princess Die slapped Brains over the head quickly. ‘Because the idiot here gave the key to Brick’ she answered.

 

Alex closed his eyes slowly, letting a slow and steady sigh escape his lips. ‘If he’s eaten it, you’re getting it back’ he finally stated. Brains gulped nervously. ‘It’s not my fault; I had to give it to him so he could get something from the shed. I told him to stick it in his navel for safe keeping until I can come to get it back’ Brains protested.

 

Princess Die shivered from that. ‘That’s dangerous territory Brains, I thought you were smarter than that’ Pyro scolded.

 

There was the sound of crashing trash cans as Brick conveniently hove view. ‘Do you have the key?’ Alex inquired, his arms folded neatly.

 

Brick nodded and reached down to his gut, two probing fingers dove into the navel with a ‘squelch’. They all shivered as his entire hand probed the depths, until a large popping noise resonated as the key was withdrawn from the dark depths.

‘There are so many kinds of wrong there’ Pyro said, holding his hand over his mouth and swallowing something unpleasant.

 

Brick dropped the key into Brain’s hand, who cringed as he removed the pieces of fluff from it.

 

‘Now that that is out of the way’ Brains remarked whilst mentally blocking those previous images.

 

He was about to insert the key when some more trash cans clanked. All five heads darted about as a shadow betrayed the intruder. It had a largish face apparently, whilst wearing a baseball cap. It appeared to have three fingers, then, it was gone.

 

‘That, was kinda creepy’ Brains commented. There were murmurs as he inserted the key the key into the lock with a squelch, then grunting as he turned the key in the lock, sighing with relief as the bolt clicked.

 

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Everyone had a bemused face as they looked on the table. Five odd creatures were lying around the remains of the eggs they had collected only this morning.

 

‘As I said, space aliens’ Pyro cried. Hearing his voice, a small fireball launched through the air from the table and landed in his hands. He yipped at the thought of being burnt, but it was actually quite warm. He looked at it face to face; it was kinda cute, with coal black eyes and a mischievous grin.

 

The other four hadn’t reacted. ‘Maybe they recognize our voices’ Brains suggested. To this suggestion, a pile of ooze on the desk flobbed through the air and slatted by his feet. He looked with disdain and disgust as it reformed and crawled up his legs and eventually into his hands. He held it at the furthest possible distance, as it reeked, not to mention that it was made of trash and had a single eye on its back, which looked at him intently.

 

‘Yeah, okay I’ll buy that’ Princess Die conceded. To her voice a sandy yellow creature bounded off the desk and into her arms. It was like a sandy-yellow soccer ball, except that it had big adorable eyes and a :3 mouth. Princess Die couldn’t help but unleash a shriek of pleasure as eh snuggled into its warm fur, the thing didn’t protest.

 

‘One of two left’ Alex commented to the two left on the desk. To his call a pile of animated nuts and bolts flew through the air towards him. It seemed to be in the shape of a knight, with an enormous nut as its helm and smaller bolts making the faceguard.

 

‘So Brick gets the blue jellyfish’ Brains finished, looking at the small blue gelatin blob left on the desk.

 

They all looked at Brick expectantly. He didn’t say anything, he just pursed his lips together and blew a loud whistle.

 

The blob responded to his call, flying through the air and landing on the crown of his gut. He stroked it gentle, which it responded with a garbled cooing noise.

 

‘Odd little guys, I wonder what planet they hail from’ Pyro wondered as he playing with the fireball, dangling his finger above it and then retreating as it snapped at him.

 

‘Mines a little odd’ Alex stated, the nuts and bolts were just standing there, doing nothing.

 

‘It must be a robot or something, so it wouldn’t have a personality’ Brains explained.

 

It seemed it did though, as the nuts and bolts formed into a large hand, which slapped him across the face.

 

Alex chuckled as Brains fell off his stool. ‘That’ll learn ya’ he mocked. The bolts seemed to jiggle as if laughing as well.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the side of the shed, their eyes darting as one to the window, where they saw a bear peeping into the shed.

 

The face vanished as all of them literally flew from their chairs and out the door. The shadow of their target could be seen in the alleyway, which they chased to find it empty.

 

Brains was first to notice an odd crack in the wall, it looked forced. He looked up to see their foe climbing the wall, pummeling his three fingered fist into places where he couldn’t climb further. He motioned to them to look as well.

 

From a look in the light, it was an ash grey bear wearing blue straps, a blue baseball cap and it had blue training braces on its hands. It had a cute little fluff tail, which hung limply as he climbed.

 

He wasn’t pursued as he made it onto the roof. ‘Odd, no normal human could’ve done that’ Brains said calmly.

 

‘You mean, that thing was a literal bear?’ Pyro suggested.

 

‘No, bioengineering has only come so far in our time, to engineer a bear so close to being human is impossible’ Brains explained. ‘To put it simply, that bear must be an invader like our little friends’ he finished.

 

‘Well, it is getting late. Brains, see what you can dig up about our little friends and that bear’ Alex ordered.

 

Brains saluted mockingly to those orders.

 

‘Very funny’ Alex said, giving Brains a quick nick to the head with his middle and index fingers.

 

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Inevitably Alex had stuffed his little friend in a sack, it was made of nuts and bolts, so it should jingle like them. Alex turned the key into his apartment. It was always kept clean.

 

He walked past the kitchen into the living room. His mother was sitting there, reading a book and sipping on some tea. ‘I’m home’ he announced.

 

Her sad face looked up from her book, seeing her son brightened her face. ‘Welcome home dear’ she replied, ignoring the sack. Alex nodded and went to his room. ‘Dinner is in the microwave, you just need to reheat it’ she called.

 

His room was mostly barren, with only a set of draws for his clothes, a cupboard to store his good clothes in and his bed. By the side of his bed was a small side desk with a digital clock on it. He dumped the sack on the ground and opened it, the little nut knight leapt out of the open sack.

 

It seemed kind of indignant, at least that may have been what is was trying to represent. ‘Sorry about that, but you being here might be a bit too much for mum’ he apologized whilst shutting and locking his door.

 

It shrugged as it crawled up the draws and onto the top of them, lying down and dissembling into the nuts and bolts again. ‘To much excitement for one day’ he commented as he reached for something under his bed whilst unzipping his pants.

 

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Flashes of cries and noise. A castle besieged by flying angels, a dark lord looking with annoyance and regret from the highest tower. The vision zoomed to inside the tower, with the dark knight looking out of the window, yet it stirred, as if noticing a presence.

 

It helmet turned as if acknowledging the viewer. Its demon mask was removed, revealing a helm of darkness, and two crimson red eyes. The darkness overwhelmed from the helm, the eyes glowing brightly and-

 

Alex woke with a start, the sheets flying off as he looked wildly at his clock, which read that it was twenty-three past four.

 

His heart was racing slowly, he hadn’t had a nightmare for years. There was a clunking around the room. He leapt from his bed and turned the light on, revealing the little nut knight had gone, replaced with an actual knight with a ridiculously oversized helmet.

 

He watched as it bumped around aimlessly, obviously put off by the size of its helmet. The knight gave up eventually, retreating into the enormous helmet.

 

‘Better get to sleep as well’ Alex said icily, not wanting to disturb ‘it’.

 

The lights flicked off and the mattress squeaked and groaned under the weight.

 

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Daybreak cut through the open window. The clock read at nine-oh-nine.

 

A small hand poked Alex in the face. He ignored it and kept sleeping, causing another poke. Alex grunted and rolled over. A shield came down and whacked him on the head.

 

Alex woke with alarm, eyes flying wildly about for his attacked, until they focused in front of him. Before him stood a small child-like knight. Its armour clearly mismatched and grey in colour. Its helmet visor was down and it was looking at him expectantly. ‘Good morning’ it greeted an a noble tone.

 

Alex was speechless, it had actually spoken to him, and it could actually speak.

 

The knight waited expectantly from him, remaining silent.

 

‘Good morning’ Alex replied shakily.

 

‘Is something the matter, is there something on me?’ the knight inquired, its hands searching all over its armour for the infraction.

 

‘No, but where is the nuts and bolts, and the big head guy?’ Alex inquired.

 

The knight looked at him, it then chuckled. ‘Oh I see, first timer, easily confused’ the knight muttered.

 

‘What?’ Alex demanded. The knight waved his enormous left gauntlet. ‘It is true, we and humans haven’t made contact in a very long time’ he said in aside.

 

‘I’m a Digimon my lord’ the knight answered. Alex just looked at him silently, the dictionary of his mind looking for the meaning of that word. ‘It means Digital Monster’ the knight said, answering the mental question.

 

‘What?’ Alex repeated. The knight sighed in annoyance. ‘You human’ he said slowly, pointing at Alex. ‘Me super-advanced digital life form’ he finished, pointing at himself.

 

Alex was still silent, not getting any of it. ‘Now that we settled that, my name is ProtoKnightmon’ the knight introduced, holding out his thinner right hand. ‘Alex’ Alex replied, taking the little hand and shaking it.

‘So, did anyone see you?’ Alex began. ‘Your mother came in, but I had used my superior sense to detect that and hid in the cupboard’ ProtoKnightmon announced proudly.

 

‘Did she say anything?’ Alex demanded. ‘Something about going to the shops’ ProtoKnightmon answered.

 

‘Right’ Alex said as he kicked off his sheet and exited his bed. He walked over to his draws and grabbed some clothes. He was about to take his boxers off, but he felt kinda uncomfortable with ProtoKnightmon watching.

 

‘Umm, could you maybe leave’ he suggested. ProtoKnightmon humphed, opening the door and close to shutting it. ‘Wouldn’t matter, not as if you haven’t got what I haven’t seen already’ he said cheekily and closed the door.

 

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It was hard trying to smuggle ProtoKnightmon over to the shed. His mismatched armour was not suited for stealth.

 

The shed door was wide open, which wasn’t a good sign. He raced in, only to find the others there, with similar problems.

 

Brains was being assaulted by a giant flying sphere of trash, corrosive materials and sewage. It had two batish wings on either side with two holes for apparent eyes and an enormous mouth.

 

Pyro was sitting on his chair in reverse and was being scolded by a small noble for ‘such uncouth and inmanneristic actions will never get you ahead in life’. The noble had coal red skin and was wearing a small tuxedo made of solid magma.

 

Princess Die was holding a doll like creature. It was a petite little girl wearing a kimono, with sleeves far too big. It was hiding its face behind the sleeves.

 

Brick was sitting on his tire, whilst a small turtle was by his side. It had sea foam green colouring with an enormous shell. It had small stumpy legs which were only just able to carry it. It had a docile smile and was obviously asleep.

 

ProtoKnightmon managed to squeeze past to observe. ‘Ah my dearest comrades’ he greeted.

 

All four of the creature looked at ProtoKnightmon and smiled. ‘My lord’ the flaming noble greeted. ‘As to you Gentlemon’ ProtoKnightmon said in return.

 

‘What’s shaking man’ the flying slim ball greeted. ‘Not much DaTsukaimon’ ProtoKnightmon replied.

 

‘Dearest ProtoKnightmon’ the little doll explained, finally revealing her face. ‘Ah my dear Notusmon, still as shy as ever’ ProtoKnightmon remarked.

 

The turtle did exactly waken, so ProtoKnightmon patted him on the head. ‘Sleep well Tortmon’ ProtoKnightmon said.

 

He caught their odd looks. ‘Ah yes, real introductions. I am ProtoKnightmon, the leader of the Raging Elementals’ ProtoKnightmon said with a bow.

 

‘The Raging?’ Alex began. ‘Elementals?’ Brains finished.

 

There was a gasp from the door. The bear from before was at the doorway before fleeing.

 

‘Bearmon’ ProtoKnightmon hissed, leaping past Alex and out the door. ‘Proto Shield Bunker’ he called, charging up energy and slamming into the back of the Bearmon. He pinned his arms, but the Bearmon kicked him off and kept running, except that Notusmon and Gentlemon had blocked the exit.

 

The creature looked around slowly, he had been surrounded by all five of the Raging Elementals. Tortmon can be fast when he wants to be.

 

The Bearmon raised his fists, but couldn’t decide which to attack.

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

And so the Raging Elementals are... reborn? I mean, they did kill themselves, and got turned into Digi-Eggs, so I guess you could say they have been reborn.

[The Warden]

Yes, they are back and ready to kick your character's ass.

[fenrir]

Are those humans based off us? Because I have the feeling they are. Kinda. >_>

 

In any case, thumbs up on the chapter. I wasn't surprised when you introduced custom digimon as their rookies.

[The Warden]

No, why would you think that? Also, Custom ftw of course. A custom Digimon needs a custom line (usually).

[Nexev]

Yay.

 

So did my digimon get accepted?

 

He's really strong but isn't meant as a foe, rather he's the character that starts plot points.

 

You know hand a emotionally unstable kid a extremely logical digimon simply to see if the raging elementals can handle them and if it would help the kid.

 

He would be a magnificent bastard except he's making stuff up as it goes along.

 

It's interesting ho the digidestin are delinquents and not goody two shoes like the other digimon stories.

 

Besides Quint's characters.

[fenrir]

It's interesting ho the digidestin are delinquents and not goody two shoes like the other digimon stories.

 

Besides Quint's characters.

 

My character's aren't delinquents. >_>

 

They fall more into the mass murderer type.

[Nexev]

Yes but in high school that makes them delinquents.

[The Warden]

They're past high school, Dennis got help from Brains, err, Tyson. Besides, I chose delinquents because its fun and kinda new; hand a bunch of human delinquents a team of delinquent digimon and see where that leads you.

[The Warden]

So, yeah

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2]

Chapter 2: Alibis and Animal Cruelty

 

The Bearmon forcefully lowered its fists. ‘Parley’ he called to the humans.

 

‘We’re not pirates’ ProtoKnightmon said forcefully, raising his sword to strike.

 

‘Let’s hear what he has to say’ Alex decided. He kept a watchful eye as the five rookies lowered their guard.

 

He nodded to Pyro, who entered the shed and brought out a length of rope. The Bearmon tried to run, but he blocked off by Notusmon and Gentlemon. They managed to force his hands behind his back so Pyro could bind them tightly.

 

‘Parley means you can’t hurt the prisoner’ the Bearmon protested. They all smiled in an evil way. ‘We’re not pirates’ Princess Die repeated as ProtoKnightmon slammed his shield into the Bearmon’s stomach. He groaned collapsed, the wind knocked out of him.

 

Notusmon and Gentlemon grabbed the unconscious creature and dragged him into the shed.

 

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The Bearmon woke, his vision blurred by something, which turned out to be a blindfold. ‘Where am I?’ he croaked, his throat dry.

 

His plea was met only with a chilling chuckle. ‘You’re in our clutches sufficed to say, do what we demand and we might release you’ an arrogant voice answered.

 

The Bearmon tried to move, but he finally felt the ropes which bound his feet and hands to what appeared to be a chair. ‘I’ll bust my way out of here’ the Bearmon threatened.

 

Several voices chorused with laughter at this feeble threat. ‘I doubt you will be going anywhere on an empty stomach, not even a Digimon can outmatch an empty stomach’ a noticeably female but timid voice mocked.

 

The Bearmon clammed up. ‘How much do they know?’ he wondered fearfully.

 

‘Well then, do you feel like telling us your name, or would you prefer us to keep calling you Bearmon?’ another voice inquired.

 

‘Call me Mauler’ Mauler answered, knowing his situation would move smoother if he just answered his questions.

 

‘Very good, Mauler; now then, shall we remove your blindfold? Or do you feel like playing blind man’s bluff some more?’ a voice inquired.

 

‘Remove it’ Mauler demanded. Light flooded his vision, revealing his supposed prison to be a shed, the same shed he was peeping in before. ‘Well that is disappointing’ Mauler remarked.

 

His lead interrogator was a man about nineteen or twenty maybe; he wore a sleeveless shirt and jeans, a typical street thug. On a stool was a boy who looked about ten, he had a lap top firmly rested in his lap.

 

‘I eat guys like you for breakfast’ he added to the two humans. ‘Indeed, but wouldn’t you prefer this?’ the young boy inquired, nodding to the door.

 

A young girl wearing a boobtube and very shapely jeans entered with a rectangular box. She placed it on the nearby desk, opening it up to reveal a single perfect pizza. It was coated in thick cheese, with small squares of bacon and other meats. The tomato paste was almost bubbling.

 

Mauler turned away and tried to resist the sight, but the smell overpowered him and he faced the box, small portions of drool dribbling from his mouth. ‘That’s not fair’ Mauler protested.

 

The girl chuckled evilly as she pulled a slice out, the cheese stretching and then breaking like elastic. She moved forward and held it near his face; small beads of sweet began to form on Mauler’s face. The smell, the warmth, the cheese, it was overpowering. He snapped forward, desperate to taste even a small portion of the slice, only to be restrained by his bonds.

 

‘He’s ready’ the boy commented. The girl returned the slice to the box and closed it, trapping the warm pizza and odour.

 

Mauler tried to break his bonds, desperate for some food. ‘Now then, tell us what we want to know and get the pizza, deny us, and watch as we enjoy the pizza’ the man very clearly stated.

 

‘Fine’ Mauler said gruffly. The man nodded to the door and the two Digimon from before entered. ‘ProtoKnightmon and Notusmon’ Bearmon said with the same disgust as saying the word ‘tapeworm’.

 

‘He’s all yours’ the man stated and left, but only the boy remained to take notes. ProtoKnightmon stepped forward, first to question. ‘How long have you been in the human world?’ he demanded.

 

Despite the disgust, Mauler would drop kick a granny for a pizza when on an empty stomach. ‘I’ve been in the human world for three years, four in a few months’ he answered.

 

ProtoKnightmon nodded thoughtfully at this. ‘By my recollection, that is when the Dragon’s Roar family hit the Nature Spirits the hardest, no doubt your family sought help to save you from the war. I heard something about the Virus Busters allowing a few exoduses to the human world’ he remarked.

 

Mauler nodded to his answer. ‘Yes, my parents wanted to flee the war, but they cared for my safety more. We approached the Celestial Trinity for help. Seraphimon wanted to turn us away, but I spoke out courageously, earning support from Cherubimon and Ophanimon. I was sent to the human world, and I’ve lived here since, scavenging like a Saberdramon’ Mauler replied, his tone bitter at the end.

 

‘Why were you spying on us?’ Notusmon demanded, no vestiges of threat existed in her timid voice.

 

‘I was curious, I felt a strange power these past four days. I followed the humans to find out what it was. If I had known that it was you guys, I wouldn’t have bothered’ Mauler answered.

 

A long sleeve zipped through the air and slapped him across the face. ‘You will address us in the highest amount of respect’ Notusmon roared, completely out of character.

 

Mauler growled, but Notusmon was restrained by ProtoKnightmon. ‘You have answered our questions, you may go’ ProtoKnightmon said to Mauler. He cut the bonds binding him, leaving him on the chair.

 

Mauler rubbed his wrists; they were slightly indented from the bonds. He walked across to the desk and grabbed his prize. ‘I’ll be going now’ he stated and walked out, grabbing a slice and cramming it into his mouth.

 

They all watched as Mauler walked off, to hide in the alley so he may enjoy his pizza in peace.

 

Princess Die couldn’t help it any longer; she finally released a loud ‘SQUEE!’

 

‘Squeal much?’ Pyro remarked, digging into his ear with his pinky.

 

Princess Die composed herself again. ‘Sorry about that, that was my inner child talking’ she excused.

 

‘A likely story’ Brains countered at the shed’s doorway. ‘It is a proven fact that no matter what kind of girl it is, stick something cute in front of them like a tiny dog and they melt instantly’ he added in a satisfied tone.

 

She glared at him, but Alex merely patted her on the shoulder. ‘Thank you Tyson, it will help to NOT aggravate the other members’ he stated calmly.

 

Tyson rubbed the back of his head. ‘If Diane can’t handle a simple fact that’s her problem’ he argued.

 

‘Curious things you humans, you fight so much, yet are able to get over discretions so fast. How do you inferior beings do that?’ Gentlemon remarked.

 

The humans looked at the Digimon, who were waiting expectantly by the shed. ‘Oh yeah, forgot you guys were here’ Alex remarked.

 

Steam literally jetted out from Gentlemon. ‘You forgot!’ he screeched.

 

Pyro waved a hand nonchalantly. ‘If you haven’t noticed, us ‘inferior beings’ were having a fight and getting over it’ he said with heavy sarcasm.

 

‘Pipe down, I’m trying to enjoy my pizza in peace’ Mauler shouted from the alley.

 

‘This doesn’t concern you’ Pyro shouted back. He turned a glaring eye at Gentlemon.

 

‘Pyro and Gentlemon, a match made in heaven, or in this case, hell’ Diane laughed. No one else did, although Alex coughed politely. ‘Oh I get it, ‘Lord’ Pyro here makes a joke about boobs and you wet yourselves, I make a clever turn of phrase and I get jack sheet’ she snarled.

 

Notusmon took her hand. ‘I’ll laugh if you want me to’ she squeaked. ‘I’m fine’ Diane replied.

 

‘SHUT UP!’ Mauler shouted from the alley.

 

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The past few days had been hell on Seraphimon. He had been simultaneously managing four different warfronts and the apparent lack of sleep was getting to him. His wings and armour had lost their luster and he was nodding off every so often.

 

He didn’t notice as Ophanimon walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He was too tired to even stop her. ‘Maybe it’s about time you had some well deserved rest’ she offered in her usual sympathetic tones.

 

Seraphimon shook his head, his left helm wing going limp. ‘I cannot my dear, these war zones must be monitored for changes in battle’ he yawned, his head resting on his hand.

 

Ophanimon frowned and grabbed the back of the chair, spinning it around to force Seraphimon into facing her. ‘Go to bed, now’ she ordered in a frightening albeit convincing tone.

 

‘No point in arguing’ Seraphimon conceded. He hauled himself from the chair and made his way out of the command room. ‘No disturbances’ he ordered and left.

 

Ophanimon saluted and took her place in the chair, swinging around to face the monitors. She took a sweeping glance at all the Digimon operating the systems. ‘You are all allowed an hour’s reprieve’ she stated loudly.

 

Within a minute all the Digimon had left, grateful for the break.

 

Ophanimon looked around slyly before punching in a dialing sequence into a nearby console. She returned to her chair as a distinct ringing sound was heard from the screen, until the Nightmare Soldier symbol appeared on screen.

 

 

It flickered to a handsome woman wearing a long sweeping violet robe. Her hair was done up with several chopsticks. She was sitting on an elegant throne with black and red lace. ‘This is Lilithmon’ she stated.

 

‘Hello dear sister’ Ophanimon greeted. A fanged smile greeted Lilithmon’s lips. ‘Ah, my dear little sister, it has been so long since we chatted’ she remarked.

 

‘Too long, you know how work is’ Ophanimon agreed. ‘I know, Lucemon has been running me ragged these past few days’ Lilithmon admitted.

 

‘Seraphimon is running himself ragged, has hasn’t slept for three days straight’ Ophanimon added.

 

A slight chuckle escaped Lilithmon’s lips. ‘Not as bad as Lucemon, I could have sworn I saw him popping some sort of drug. I’m thinking of slipping him some valium or something’ she stated.

 

‘Really? I didn’t expect Lucemon to be like that, but I guess it is the whole ‘demon of pride’ business’ Ophanimon commented.

 

Lilithmon nodded in agreement. ‘Yeah, he’s so tired he won’t even come to my bedroom in the late of night anymore’ Lilithmon said bitterly.

 

Ophanimon raised her scolding figure. ‘You dirty girl’ she said in a scolding voice, but laughed. ‘So how big is his, you know’ she inquired with mild curiosity.

 

‘Well, you know those sausage rolls we used to buy when we were little’ Lilithmon stated.

 

‘Oh, you really are a dirty girl’ Ophanimon joked.

 

Lilithmon raised her right hand. ‘Guilty’ she replied jokingly. They both laughed at this little joke.

 

‘Actually, there is something I had been meaning to talk about. Did you, Seraphimon and Cherubimon really off the Raging Elementals?’ Lilithmon inquired.

 

Ophanimon sighed. ‘Always to the point’ she muttered. ‘Technically we had cornered them, but Golbiusmon blew himself and the other four up with his Truth & Lies attack’ Ophanimon admitted.

 

Lilithmon noticed something and moved out of view, there was a rustling noise. ‘Shame, Pazuricciamon and I were going to play poker with Lotosmon and Rosemon next Sunday’ Lilithmon commented as she returned to view.

 

She sat down on her chair and was holding a small packet in her hand, there was a cartoon cherry on the front. She tore the top off neatly and dug around for a candy stick. She licked it twice and dug into the packet, retrieving the stick coated in red candy.

 

‘Always the sweet tooth’ Ophanimon remarked as Lilithmon sucked the candy off.

 

She dug the stick back into the packet and left it there. ‘I know you’re joking, but would you stop chastising me woman’ Lilithmon said in annoyance.

 

‘Sorry sister, it is just my nature’ Ophanimon apologized.

 

Lilithmon made an unconvinced sound as she retrieved the stick and sucked the candy off. ‘I don’t know why, but cherry is always the best flavour’ Lilithmon commented.

 

Ophanimon raised an accusing finger. ‘I’m sorry, but grape is the best flavour’ she countered.

 

‘Cherry’ Lilithmon argued. ‘Grape’ Ophanimon argued back.

 

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‘You know, one problem is actually explaining these guys to our families’ Alex realized. They had returned to the shed and kept the door securely shut.

 

Of course, before that Pyro and Gentlemon had a fight, it was so awesome you should’ve been there instead of reading the previous paragraph, your loss really.

 

The humans nodded in agreement. ‘Why don’t you just tell them the truth?’ PorotoKnightmon considered.

 

Tyson laughed sarcastically. ‘I’m sure you know as well as we do that any human who would come in contact with you would run away screaming’ he concluded. The other murmured with agreement.

 

‘Right, I forgot that you humans run away from anything mildly threatening, at least the normal ones do’ ProtoKnightmon agreed.

 

‘Therefore, I shall create cunning excuses for our odd friends’ Tyson continued, clearly on a roll.

 

‘Whatever you want’ the others decided.

 

Tyson began furiously typing on his laptop, muttering to himself as he hastily deleted a part and extended another.

 

‘Finished’ he declared after three minutes and thirteen seconds.

 

They all crowded around him for the excuse. ‘Firstly, Alex. Your excuse is that you were assigned for one of those little brother programs and ProtoKnightmon is your little brother, who came from an abusive family and took to wearing cardboard armour like a knight’ Tyson explained.

 

‘Noted’ Alex replied.

 

‘Diane, yours is easy enough, just say that Notusmon is a doll’ Tyson continued.

 

‘Sounds easy enough’ she replied.

 

‘Pyro, yours was a little tougher, but I made a convincing excuse. Essentially you are to wrap Gentlemon up in bandages and say that he is a burn victim that you are keeping at your house for a community service because his family was killed in a fire’ Tyson continued.

 

‘That sounds simple enough’ Pyro decided, stealing a smug glance at Gentlemon.

 

‘And for me, well, DaTsukaimon is going to be a science project that I’ll pretend to keep in my closet’ Tyson finished.

 

‘What about Dennis?’ Diane inquired, turning to the man. He was watching a moth flitter around on a nearby shelf.

 

‘Diane, Dennis once found a rat which became his pet. He brings weird crap to his house all the time, if Tortmon just stands still enough, he can get away with being an odd statue’ Tyson stated.

 

‘Okay, we have our rhyme, and we have our reason. I think we should head back home now’ Alex decided.

 

‘Yeah, I was meant t get some milk anyways’ Pyro said.

 

‘Tyson, sine it was your plan, you are to help Pyro dress Gentlemon like a burn victim’ Alex ordered.

 

‘Yes thir’ Tyson saluted.

 

‘Good’ Alex said and walked off, ProtoKnightmon following at his heels. ‘At least I won’t have to hide in the closet’ the small knight remarked.

 

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Alex and ProtoKnightmon found the front door unlocked. ‘Mom is home, try not to startle her’ Alex ordered.

 

They walked through the front door, past the kitchen and too the lounge room. Celia was sitting on the couch and watching the news.

 

‘There has yet to be any reports of the missing child, Emerio Vandez, aged eleven. Police are still searching the area for clues, but no witnesses or suspicious disturbances during the disappearance have been detected’ the TV buzzed.

 

Celia sighed and shook her head as she turned the TV off. She looked up to see Alex and an odd looking little boy. ‘Who is this?’ she inquired.

 

‘I got assigned to another one of those little brother things by the community centre. I was given this kid who took to wearing cardboard armour’ Alex recited perfectly.

 

‘What’s his name?’ Celia inquired. ‘Timmy’ Alex answered quickly. Timmy shot Alex a dirty look.

 

‘Well, it is a good thing that you alerted me before dinner, I’d hate to think I’d be one plate short’ Celia sighed.

 

‘Great, we’ll be in my room’ Alex said and walked off with Timmy.

 

The door shut silently.

 

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Aah, the sweet-salty torture of being tied up and having a delicious pizza stuck at your face. What a classic.

 

I liked the way you related Ophanimon and Lilithmon as sisters, also.

[The Warden]

Well, they are. And yes, I rather liked the torture, most rookie Digimon can never resist food.