The Dark Tyrannomon cried out as the attacks pounded on it’s thick leathery hide. With a final blast, the creature died from its wounds, exploding into data. This was a normal occurrence in the digital world, either it be chosen related or just plain fighting amongst the species. But when the data started to spread out, it turned a pitch black as the attacker seemed to inhale the data, glowing with inky black power. It smiled to itself. Just a matter of time. <><><> Digital Diaries : Adventures 2003 written by Shaun Garin Set in Lord Archives Digimon Fanfiction, Red Digivice Diaries/War Diaries <><><> File 09 : Questions, Answers “This seems like the house,” Eric said. He had Lopmon perched on his shoulder as Raine unhooked the leash from Labramon’s collar and Lee watched his digimon juggle various items. Reaching up, Eric knocked at the door. The door opened to reveal Renamon wearing an apron that read, “Kiss me, I’m a Digimon,” holding a spatula in one hand and wearing earphones attached to a Walkman. Strangely enough, she wore a tattered T-shirt and jean shorts, the Walkman strapped to her belt and her tail poking out of a hole made for it. “Hey there,” she greeted. The effect of seeing a digimon dressed in clothes, an apron and wearing headphones was so strange, that the three started for a long moment. Eric snickered as Lopmon fell off his shoulder howling in laughter. Raine and Labramon stared, Lee gaped and Sharmamon whistled in appreciation, grabbing Lee’s digital camera from his hoodie pocket. Renamon pouted. “What? I’m baking and I hate powder and stuff on my fur!” Her angry expression melted into a soft smile. “Okay kids, come inside. The others are already feasting on cookies and brownies.” Renamon turned away as Sharmamon whistled again, getting a bonk on the head from a spatula thrown expertly behind her. “She’s more human than I thought.” Lee rolled his eyes as he shed his shoes at the door as Sharmamon handed him back his digital camera. “She’s got good aim though.” He hid a smirk as the group headed into the living room. “That too.” The kids and digimon ventured into the room where the sounds of fists connecting was heard. Eric looked in and his expression brightened. “All right! A PS2!” Carter looked up from where he was playing against Bones. Sean had a sour look on his face as his opponent pummeled his fighter into submission. “Hey guys,” Carter greeted. The kids sat down around the living room. Labramon curled up onto a pillow as Eric took the floor. Raine sank into a chair above him and Lee sat on the couch, folding his arms. Sharmamon finished his juggling and leapt up onto the couch, the springs jiggling with the impact. Penguinmon was polishing off the last of the first batch of cookies as he checked the empty gallon jug for any more milk. “We ready to start?” Lee asked. “I have some things to do later.” Carter reached over and shut off the PS2. “Just wait a moment. Renamon and Hikaru are almost done baking.” Soon, the pair entered carrying two trays of steaming chocolate chip cookies and double chocolate brownies. “Foods on,” Hikaru called out as they set it on the table. As the brownies and cookies were passed out while Penguinmon scurried into the next room for some milk and glasses, Sean cleared his throat, getting attention. “Since you three are new, we decided to answer some questions of yours. Eric, why don’t you start?” Eric nodded. “Um, first, are there anyone else like us in the world, or are we unique?” “There’s roughly a couple hundred Chosen or Digi-destined. There doesn’t seem to be any distinction between the different titles.” Bones replied. Raine nodded. “Second question; has anyone died from doing this?” Bones took in a sharp breath and let it out. “Well... there was a recent death in the Brazil group, right Carter?” The green haired teen nodded. “Heat of the battle. There’s not much info released.” “One out of almost two hundred? That’s less than half a percent,” Lee remarked. “It is,” Hikaru said, nodding. “How many levels of evolution are there?” Eric asked. Carter checked his laptop. “According to the files Koushiro posted on his web page, there are eight stages, fresh, baby, second baby stage, rookie, champion, perfection, ultimate, stage seven and stage eight.” “What’s a stage eight digimon?” Lopmon asked. “A stage eight digimon is something like Imperial Dramon Paladin Mode,” Renamon answered. “It’s a really powerful ultimate digimon.” “For any direct answers to the sheer power of a stage eight, we’d have to ask Daisuke or Ken when they’re online. Unfortunately, it’s night there and are most likely asleep,” Penguinmon answered. “Are there any others who have hit ultimate before?” Raine asked. “There are a few groups with ultimate levels such as the Odaiba chosen and the London group. I don’t check that often on the computer so I don’t know how many groups have gotten to ultimate.” Carter said. “The three of us, Renamon, Patamon and I have reached ultimate though,” Penguinmon said. “Who was Patamon?” Eric asked. Sean closed his eyes. “He was my partner.” The implications of the statement hushed the younger kids as Labramon fielded another question. “When did you three become chosen?” “I’ll field this one,” Sean said. “It was November the first, just after Halloween night. That night had the weirdest light show in the night sky and it was still moderately warm out with no snow thankfully....” <><><> Sean looked up into the air as he stood in the middle of his lawn. “Wow, check it out,” he said to Carter who was tinkering with some electronics he had worked with. “Big deal, it’s just the northern lights,” Carter said with a derisive sniff. “I think it’s pretty,” Hikaru said as she swung on the old swings Sean’s grandfather had cobbled together out of a broken swing set and other such items he had scavenged. “You would,” Carter said, earning a glare from the younger red haired girl. Hikaru stuck out her tongue at him. Suddenly the air started to spin around, forming a hole in the folds of reality itself. “Guys?” Sean said, stepping back, “I think you should see this...” “What now?” Carter looked up and blinked. “Holy...” The hole was the size of a watermelon and growing at an exponential rate. From the vantage point of the three kids, they could see a large continent from high above, trees and fields outlined. In the distance, an active volcano, and a desert to the other end. “What is it?” Hikaru asked, a bit scared. “I don’t know... it looks like...” Suddenly, a incredible wind picked up as Sean was hurled forwards into the portal. Carter cried out his name but was too swept into the portal, closely followed by Hikaru. The portal closed and reopened again, spitting out the kids, Sean sobbing madly, Hikaru’s arms wrapped around him as she hugged him tight. “Patamon...” he cried before he lapsed into slumber from the stress of the last year and a half. <><><> “But I thought the digital world was synchronized with the real one,” Sharmamon said. “It was at that point, but we were fighting him in a... sort of buffer zone, a pocket dimention that Pharaohmon had complete control over.” Sean shook himself of the memories as he added, “Pharaohmon hid himself in a pocket dimention so that he could immediately take control of the digital world when it was being reformatted after Taichi and the others had fought Apoclyamon and the Dark Masters.” “At the time, we didn’t know that the first odiaba group entered the digital world. It wasn’t until Jijimon, a ultimate class digimon informed us during the 02 invasion of different digimon. He helped us round up the digimon and send them all back just outside of Edmonton.” “How many digimon were here in Edmonton?” Lopmon asked. “There were about seven or eight. Small ones too, so it was harder to track them down as we scouted the area. Most of the United States, Europe, Asia and Australia were bombarded with huge amounts of digimon, thus, making a huge ruckus,” Renamon said as she took a cookie. “A month later, Sean met up with a guy named Hank and his crew of Oklahoma Digi-destined when Sean went down for his grandpa’s funeral,” Carter added. “And by then, I had stumbled upon Koushiro’s web page detailing the chosen and the message board. So we knew we were not alone.” “And we’ve been living with our partners for about three months now,” Penguinmon said. “Since the 02 invasion, we stayed with our partners.” The three younger chosen nodded. “Okay, another thing,” Lee said. “You mentioned a perfection level. Is it hard to get to perfection?” The three exchanged glances as Hikaru said slowly, “Well... we haven’t heard of a chosen or digi-destined that has achieved perfection without being in a life or death situation. Renamon hit Taomon when we were facing off against Skull Satamon. The others were down and I couldn’t bear to see her get hurt.” “Who was the easiest?” Labramon asked. “That would be me, and easiest is a relative term, considering the stupidity of the situation,” Carter said. “Penguinmon and I just had an argument with the others and we wound up facing off against Cherrymon who was rampaging all across the digital world. Penguinmon achieved perfection. It became kinda redundant to evolve as Parrotmon found a row of Flymon’s stingers imbedded in Cherrymon’s bark.” “Patamon never evolved to Perfection until Pharaohmon nearly killed us the first time,” Sean said. “And even then, his perfection form, Cyber Dramon was barely able to beat him back.” “Pharaohmon was an ancient digimon, even older than the Dark Masters,” Renamon said. “Jijimon said that he came to power but rather than conquer the digital world right off the bat, he deemed to gather power and store it away. When we did beat him, it was a lucky shot.” “A lucky shot that got Patamon killed,” Sean said sadly. Hikaru patted him on the shoulder. Carter took up the narration. “According to Jijimon who was active sometime after Piemon dealt with the Seekers and the four digital gods, Pharaohmon had hidden away, gathering incredible amounts of power. It was said that he had the ability to load data from digimon who he killed, absorbing it and becoming stronger with each one. When we fought him for the last time in the dimensional gates, it was a sheer fluke that he couldn’t absorb Patamon’s data, and he himself overloaded from the immense power of God Dramon.” “God Dramon scattered Pharaohmon’s data to the four corners of reality and the dimensions, and told us to leave. Bones didn’t want to go but the dimentional gate was becoming unstable. We had to leave or else be swept away in a wild energy nexus into another reality all together.” Hikaru sighed as she played with the end of her long braid. “It was hard for all of us. Renamon and Penguinmon went one way, we went the other.” “So basically, there can be a chance that we’ll get hurt physically and emotionally,” Sharmamon said. “Yeah. Any more questions?” After a moments pause, the three shook their heads as Hikaru nodded and stood up. “If you kids need anything, just call.” Carter then snapped his fingers as he dug into his backpack. “Oh, I almost forgot. Here. You’ll need these.” He then placed down three thin gray boxes. Eric picked up the box and flipped it open. A low buzzing sound was heard as he looked at the readouts. “Hey, this is neat.” He aimed it at Lopmon as it displayed his stats, attacks, data size and such. “That’s a special tricorder. Koushiro sent me the program for his digi-analyzer and I made it into hand held tricorders,” Carter explained. “It took me a month to make all of them.” “Take time, multiply by four and add two,” Sean joked as Carter glared at him, the others laughing. He changed his voice to a Scottish burr as he said pompously, “How can I maintain my reputation as a miracle worker?” Lee shook his head, smiling. “Well, I have to get going. Sharmamon and I have to clean the house; mom won’t let grandpa do it even though he’s more athletic than both of us.” “Me too. I have supper waiting at home.” Eric grinned. “It’s KFC night.” “I’ll stay here and learn about the equipment,” Raine said, punching buttons on the tricorders. Sean nodded. “All right. If you guys need anything else, we’re be here.” <><><> Eric’s Journal Entry No matter how much I look up to the older group of digi-destined, I can’t help but wonder how they can stay cheerful all this time. I’m still assaulted with the memory of Ice Devimon. No one in my group has killed yet save for me. And that’s a fact that will haunt me for a long while. I feel sorry for Sean, loosing his digimon. If I lost Lopmon, I would feel horrible, broken up for ages. I can’t imagine life without Lopmon anymore. Even though I have to hide him from my parents. Somehow, I still wonder how this will all end. <><><> Authors notes : It just keeps on going and going... This was a q and a thing to bring out the past of the previous group. Also, I needed Carter to give the second chosen group their equipment. Carters Files Name : Eric Stewart Age : 11 Grade : 5 Eyes : Blue Hair : Brown Voice Actor : (Dubbed Li Sayoran, first half of US CCS) Name : Lopmon Age : ?? Coloring : Brown and Pink Voice Actor : Lopmon (Dubbed Kero, CCS) Voice Actor : Wendigomon and higher evaluations (dubbed Keroberos, CCS) Both are highly energetic characters, both love anime, food, sweets, sports and are rather emotional when someone gets hurt. Eric has both a mother and father, no siblings. The parents run a card shop/anime store which helps them be well off, considering the increasing anime culture and the rabid otakus who spend too much on the toys, cards and anime that they get in every week. Lopmon HATES being mistaken for a bunny type digimon, and will gladly go postal on the person...