Hello FanFiction this is OmnimonAllDelete here. This is my first fic so try and be gentle on the reviews. And before we start this epic I would like to thank Crazyeight for help getting this thing started in the right direction. If you like a great read, see some stuff on his account, its great. But to business, let's jump right into the story, shall we?

In the middle of an abandoned lot in the mountains of Japan was a large motor home. It was the middle of the night on a cold Friday. Fog swirled around the lot as the door of the bus-like car opened and a tall teenager steeped out.

His name was Takato Matsuki.

He was what was called a Digimon Tamer. They were children (or in him and his friends' case teenagers as they where all 16 except Ryo who was 17 and Suzie who was 11) partnered with Digimon to keep the balance of the Digital World, a mass embodiment of the internet and all technology linked together.

Takato sighed as he slowly limped toward a bench and sat down. He was extremely tired and was still groggy from his late-night wake up. Anyone would've been after the long day he and his friends had.

Come to think of it, has any day of my life since then been calm. He chuckled.

Takato was an average boy other than his Tamer status. He was tall, lean, and had a decent amount of muscle on him. He had mop of light brown hair on his head, which stuck out of his rust red colored eyes by a pair of badly damaged, yellow rimmed, blue tinted goggles.

He stared at the bullet hole in the left lens. Theses goggles had saved his life.

But despite this they had been the subject of many arguments and fights amongst him and his band of fellow Tamers.

He liked them and wore them as a reminder of how he and his best digimon friend and partner, Guilmon had met and how Guilmon had learned Takato's name.

Guilmon would still call him "Takatomon" from time to time and his friends always laughed at him for it.

He thought about his friends. His companions. The only ones he could trust.

Henry: possibly his best human friend. Level-headed, quiet, and handsome with his reassuring grey eyes and strange blue hair. He was the smartest and most responsible of all the Tamers.

Ryo: good looking, popular (was before), well respected (again was), and an excellent tamer. With his perfectly straight and white teeth, great smile, and being an excellent speaker naturally, it was hard to not like him.

Kazu: annoying to most but a great friend to some. Always wearing the same visor and cracking jokes at other peoples' expense.

Kenta: always a bit nerdy looking and acting, but deep down, the glasses-wearing teen was extremely caring and a great team player.

Suzie: very playful and happy. She was always very contrasting to her brother Henry like Lopmon was to Terriermon.

Jeri: She was Takato's former crush and a probably the most caring person on the planet. In the words of Kazu, it was impossible to not like Jeri if you had a soul. Even the one toughest people Takato knew liked Jeri: Rika Nonaka.

Rika…there was something about her that he didn't quite understand. She had always been a little distant with the rest of the team, preferring to separate herself from the rest. Though she had gotten a lot better at socializing, and became a better person to be around for it.

Takato knew they were explainations for her distance-ness. Her past was littered with horrific memories. He had always tried to get her to loosen up, and to take off the emotional armor she insisted on wearing at all times.

Despite all that, he and Rika had had a special type of friendship. One tempered in the heart of arguments and constant fights. It was a type of friendship that to onlookers, they could look like enemies. But they were best friends. If Takato had a best friend, it would be Rika.

Takato had noticed lately that Rika had acted rather weird around him after he saved her from Locomon and the Parasimon. She acted less cold around him and blushed a lot after he said certain things to her.

A girl's mind was in Takato's mind the single most complex thing on the planet so he decided not to worry about it, and so he let his mind wonder.

Yet again it landed on the formidable and near impossible to solve problem in front of them. Takato reached down his hand down the carrier bag in which he carried his water. He took a sip and looked at the stars.

Why did all this have to happen. While I'm glad Guilmon's back, was he worth putting the world at risk?

He shuddered just thinking about all he had caused. Sure him and the Tamers had no idea what would happen if they summoned their digimon pals back from the digital world. But the backfire was so massive that he would never ever be able to forgive himself for what he had started.

You see, when Hypnos had opened the gate to allow their partners to arrive in the digital world, he never imagined that when they opened the gate, unwanted visitors would show up.

As the entrance to the digital world was sealed on the human's side, when they opened that lock, they arrived.

An army of evil digimon, bent on completely destroying humanity, especially the Tamers.

The first attack was an event that no one would ever forget. In the heart of the New York City in America, an Ultimate level digimon, a MasterTyrannomon, wreaked total havoc across the city and was close the the border between New York and New Jersey when the military finally took it down. Millions died those few days.

After the initial shock, the United Nations swung into action.

At first things looked good. Hypnos had been developing anti-digimon weapons for military use right when they first started bio-emerging all those years ago.

Digimon appeared in countries around the globe but thanks to the new prototypes, we started winning. Victory after victory, people around the world began to take them for granted.

Boy was that a mistake.

The day came when the world realized that the tamers' partners were digimon. The governments of the world branded the digimon as threat to international security and had tried to have them removed from the Tamer's hands and to be executed.

That's when it showed up. The first and only known mega level digimon to arise: a MetalSeadramon.

The forces sent to collect their partner digimon were distracted trying to take down this new threat, the Tamers collected their emergency "In case we have to go the Digital World on short notice" packs. They had everything from clothes to food to entertainment, camping equipment, and communication.

They all piled into Takato's dad's enormous motor home and took off.

They had all been branded as fugitives and the government tried looking for them for the next few months.

They had managed to stay hidden, but not because of their "ninja skills" as Kazu called it. It was mostly down to the fact that "the government had a bit of a problem at the moment" as Kenta always said, making Rika always roll her eyes and mutter something about Captain Obvious.

From what they had heard, the general public hated them even more for running away. They were all furious that the tamers, the ones who could take down megas with ease compared to the military, had run away, leaving millions to die. Families torn apart, and total chaos ensued.

It took a strike from the Japanese, Russian, Korean, Australian, and American armed forces to bring down that MetalSeadramon. And even then, it was only killed for biting onto the barrel of a loaded battleship cannon. It wasn't that hard to figure out what the crew decided on: blowing him strait to h***.

The United Nations swung into action and began to mass produce anti-digimon weapons. All countries of the world stopped their wars for the survival of humanity. Anti-digimon weapons became standard issue instead of the occasional one hear or there, like before.

The government had seemed to forget about them as the digimon continued to pop up everywhere across Japan.

The Tamers had stumbled across the occasional government wanted poster with some of there old school pictures on them or maybe a patrol of government agents looking around but they had seemed to care enough to "hunt them down like America was doing to Bin Laden" as Takato said every time they came across these occasional sightings.

They had lived a nomadic life style for almost a year. Always moving to throw any group of government agents or digimon off their trail.

Takato and Henry always talked about how they knew the digimon were a big problem. They tried not to tangle with them but sometimes had to quickly take care of them and go. A digimon battle was exactly hard to spot, and any government agent would see it like a flare.

Henry theorized that if the digimon were hunting them, and the government was hunting both tamers and digimon, well it would be easy to track down both: just let them find each other.

They also knew that plenty of digimon had a nose like Guilmon, and could smell their partners from miles away. The tamers knew the digimon would beeline it for them if they picked up that scent. Again leading the government strait to them.

All the information and complications of this problem swam around in Takato's groggy head. He was not the most observant person ever when it came to anything other than art, so he didn't even notice as the door of the motor home creaked open.

Rika Nonaka, with her red hair in her usual pineapple looking ponytail, looked over at the half-asleep Takato. She smiled to herself.

She had grown a great fondness of the boy ever since he had saved her form Locomon, and since really came to terms with the fact that Takato was her first real friend. The first one to truly try and crack the emotional barrier she had had for so long.

She tried with all her heart to try and conceal the fact from anyone. Especially Kazu, Kenta, and Ryo. She knew those "morons" would never let her hear the end of it if she remotely acted more friendly to Takato than anyone else.

She slipped on some flip-flops and walked over the boy and sharply poked him in the face. He simply groaned, rolled over, and fell on the ground.

Rika chuckled. Stupid gogglehead she thought as she kneeled down next to him and pulled him back onto the bench.

She sat down next to him and smiled. She checked her watch. It was 1:30 in the morning. She quietly called, "Renamon, can you give me a hand?"

The kitsune digimon appeared next to Rika ad quietly responded, "Yes Rika, but he is a big kid. You're going to have to help me. He's not the scrawny kid he was when we first met him."

Rika smiled and nodded. Takato had grown a lot over the past few years and was not the same scrawny kid she first met. He was now a few nches a bit taller than her and had gotten much more muscular.

She put an arm under his arm and lifted as Renamon did the same. They half-carried half-dragged him back to the motor home and set him down in his usual sleeping spot on the floor next to the deeply asleep Guilmon. As they set him down next to the red dinosaur, Guilmon muttered something about bread and peanut butter and yawned.

Rika walked to the back of the mobile house and slumped down on the bed she and Jeri shared. All the girls (except Suzie and Lopmon who slept with her brother) aka Rika, Renamon, and Jeri got the big room with the bed.

All the guys slept in hammocks or on the couch or in sleeping bags on the floor.

Rika looked over at the sleeping Jeri and smiled as she saw her friend cuddling Calumon. Calumon had acted as an almost partner for Jeri and pretty much treated her like his tamer.

This, in everyone's mind was an excellent move/plan on Calumon's part. This way Jeri could feel more involved and not some third wheel, someone else to look after because she had no way of fighting. She had managed to, since developing closer bond with Calumon, find an easier way to make them digivolve by being able to access some of Calumon's old abilities as the catalyst of Digivolution.

Rika clambered into bed while Renamon jumped into the hammock near the ceiling she had.

While lying in her bed, she glanced over at the sleeping, goggleheaded boy and smiled. "He really does look cute when he sleeps" she thought to herself. She rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.

Renamon however, did not and had noticed this small action and chuckled. She and Rika shared a sort of mental connection, so she knew many things about Rika's feelings for Takato that Rika probably didn't want her to hear. Though she didn't like acting like Terriermon and eavesdropping (or mindropping) on Rika, she liked the fact that Rika could entrust in someone other than her or her grandmother (who they hadn't heard from for many months now).

Renamon too closed her tired eyes and she too slowly drifted off to sleep.

Unbeknownst to the tamers, asleep in their motor home, a pair of eyes glared at the large car and laughed quietly at their stupidity. He was going to have a good time informing the boss about this.

They had found them at last

So what did you guys think for a first chapter? I know it was lots of backstory but this is just set up. And to all wondering, this will be Rikato and HenryxJeri (don't know what that's called). This chapter was mostly Takato and Rika perspective so next on will be mostly Henry and Jeri. So who is this mysterious thing? Could it be the government tracking them down at last? A digimon who had tracked their scent?

Tune in next time for the next chapter (I'm gonna try a chapter a week. Though I may sometimes upload sooner. Never later than a week). Until next time!