Ugh, I feel like absolute shit man. My nose is blocked, my eyes are blurry and standing up makes me feel dizzy as fuck. Not to mention the throwing up and one second being too hot and the next too cold.

Fucking flu man.

Anyway guys. I've worked on a few of my other stories a bit as well. I'm 1k words into the next Tyranno-Fox Shinobi chapter. 2k into Cyrstalized Maelstorm. 1k into Shinobi X Devil and 2.5k into the next Path To Champion Master chapter.

I've been loaded up with the flu for the past week. Not to mention Runescape brought out a new server called Darkscape and I've invested quite a bit of time into that aswell.

On to this story. I always found Devimon to be kind of tragic, even if an asshole. He was created by Apocalymon to play the role of the pawn and die for his masters plans. He even admits himself that he is an ant in comparison to the enemies the digi-destined will face later.

Hell, he isn't even really a real digimon. He was made by Apocalymon meaning he's made up of the data of dead digimon that lost the battle for survival. Come to think of it, if the D-reaper exists in the Adventure 1/2 verses then it would fit in with Apocalymon's backstory and be the cause of his birth.

Anyway, most people who read my stories probably already know that behind the Agumon line my favorite is the Devimon line. So many awesome branches it could take. Hell following the branches Devimon should be able to digivolve into Cyberdramon. An interesting line to say the least.

Anyway, I've not been on it much in the past week guys but feel free to check my blog for updates on my progress now and then on my stories.

That's all I have to say for now guys. Feel free to move on to the story now.

Devimon did not expect to ever open his eyes again.

He was but a pawn in the grand scheme of things. Created from the remnants of Digimon who had lost the fight for survival and their data lost forever, taken by the monstrous beast who created him in the first place.

He was the weakest of Apocalymon's pieces and he played his part perfectly. He forced the digi-destined children to fight, evolve and conquer and put them on the path so that they could find their crests.

That was all he was created for, and all he really knew.

He wanted to break free from the chains that bound him, to live for himself and not be a disposable pawn for his uncaring master.

When he fulfilled his purpose and was killed by Angemon, he expected he would return to the nothingness he was before and forget all that he was.

Never, in a million years did Devimon believe he would awaken to find himself cupped gently between the hands of a small, blonde haired boy.

Especially not within the human world.

Sapphire blue eyes peered at his now tiny frame beneath golden blonde bangs, "Hey little guy." The boy whispered, "Welcome to the big world, sorry your first sight had to be someone like me." He continued, a sad frown on his tanned face.

Ah, that was right Devimon mused he had woken up in a small cramped place and used all of his strength to break free. His small green eyes roved over the large broken shells of what clearly used to be an egg.

Small green eyes widened in shock. He had been reborn! That was impossible! The only way he could possibly have been reborn was if his master had been unable to reclaim his data. Was it just a stroke of luck...or something more?

His eyes calmed slightly. He was stuck in what was presumably the fresh stage, something he had never experienced before. He had been born straight into his form as Devimon, no growth needed. This itself was not too big a problem though. Because he had been Devimon when he 'died' he knew he still had that power. It was locked deeply inside this weak little body, but peering deep into himself after a few deep breaths allowed him to reach inwardly and feel the power locked deep inside himself.

And something else.

A connection, something that when looking over made him think of the blonde boy that was holding him at the moment.

Could it be?

His eyes snapped open once again and Devimon found himself searching everywhere in sight rapidly. Finally, his eyes landed on a black and grey device strapped to the boy's scruffy jeans.

It looked entirely different from what he saw the Digi-destined use, but there was no mistaking it. With all of the knowledge Apocalymon had imparted upon him during his birth, it was child's play to recognize the device as a Digivice

Someone up high had been meddling Devimon assumed quickly. But why? He was just a pawn and a pawn on the evil side at that. Had Apocalymon done this? Did his terrible master create a Digi-destined of his own in order to combat the others?

Peering at the boy, Devimon realized something else. When he had first looked at the boy, his golden blonde hair and tanned face gave a radiance not unlike Angemon. There could have been worse things to see in his new life and Devimon had allowed the joy bubbling deep within to color his perceptions.

That golden blonde hair that fell in shaggy spikes was actually quite greasy and matted. The boys eyes despite being kind, were wary, far more than the other children's could hope to be when he battled them. Black jeans were ripped slightly and the knees were caked in dirt and atop his chest he wore a threadbare orange hoodie that had seen better days.

Most of all, what caught his eyes were the three whisker like marks on the boys cheeks. At first, Devimon had assumed they were birthmarks, but now that he paid closer attention he could tell they were in fact scars.

Devimon felt rage bubble deep within his small stomach. He had no idea how he got here, he had no idea why he was reborn and he was far darker than most digimon would ever fall. But none of that changed, that he was here now and most of all this small, scruffy, wary yet seemingly kind boy was his partner and some insect had dared to harm what was his.

If he had his old power now, he would reach into the boys mind and find out who did this and then incinerate them entirely with his Hand of Death!

As it was, in this new tiny body all Devimon could do was make low gurgling squeaks and cause his body to shake.

The blonde boy was quick to cradle Devimon to his chest, stroking his small head gently with two fingers, "There, there little guy." The boy cooed annoyingly, he was an evil mastermind and did not appreciate being coddled like this! "I guess you're hungry huh?" He mused.

Standing up, the boy carried Devimn across the small room they were situated within. Devimon saw from his position against the boys chest, cold misshapen wooden floors, a ripped couch with a few springs jutting loose and a crooked cupboard.

The boy stopped in front of the cupboard and with one hand pulled out a crude, chipped bowl that he placed on the floor and then pulled a half drunken carton of milk out right after which he then filled the bowl up with.

Gently, the boy sat Devimon on the floor and in front of the bowl. The cold floor caused Devimon to shiver, and he regrettably already found himself missing the boys innate warmth having not realized how cold this place was.

"I know it's not much, but I heard babies drink milk before moving on to solid food." The boy said, a sad little smile on his scarred face. Devimon, for reasons unknown to him decided he did not like the boy having such a sad face and should be smiling in joy instead.

Shaking his small head, Devimon experimentally leaned over and lapped up some of the milk. This was his first time ever taking in sustenance, he had no need of it before due to his creation.

Devimon was shocked to find himself hurriedly lapping up more and more of the milk. This was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. A warm feeling spread throughout his body as the emptiness of his stomach was filled.

When he was done, he released a small burp that was totally unbecoming of a digimon of his stature.

The boy crouched down in front of him again, that sad smile just a tiny bit brighter and Devimon again felt the odd sensation that he accustomed to the happiness he never felt before. He did like that smile.

"So little guy, I guess you enjoyed it huh?" The boy chuckled. "Anyway, I'm Naruto, Naruto Uzumaki and what should I call you little guy, hmm?"

Devimon decided that was a good name. Maelstrom Whirlpool. It denoted the strength any partner of his was sure to have. It was also then that he realized, he was not Devimon any more.

"Kiimon." He squeaked out.

The boy, Naruto rocketing back in shock from his speaking was at least amusing. Especially when he tripped, landed on his ass and stared at him, mouth agape and sapphire blue eyes wide with shock.

"You can talk!?" Naruto exclaimed loudly.

Despite his past experiences and inner nature. Devi- no Kiimon found himself liking this small, blonde boy who was to be his partner.

You know guys, I've always wanted to explore the antagonistic relationship between a darker more ruthless Digi-destined and the original eight. Not like Ken who was a sycophant being controlled, but a true moe dark aligned Digi-destined.

Naruto will not get along with most of the Digi-destined. He's as you can guess a kid who lived a hard life on the streets. Despite being kind, he is also tough and because of his upbringing knows when it's time to put away the kindness and fight fire with fire.

Probably the person he gets on with the least is Matt. Matt always came across to me as a self righteous loner. I mean, do you remember the way he exploded at Davis because he complained that his sister was annoying? It wasn't Davis' fault that Matt comes from a dysfunctional family. In fact, Davis' attitude towards his older sister is typical of a younger brother. Hell, the complaining was mostly in jest anyway and Matt just explodes on the kid to take out his own repressed issues on someone.

Later on, T.K will join Matt up there when his resentment of Devimon reaches the levels it did in 02. Not helped much by Naruto's rather blasé attitude to killing Digimon later.

I'm eagerly awaiting the new Digimon series coming out soon man. It's the whole reason behind this story. In fact I saw an Amv that began with the new Tai and Agumon staring at each other while sitting in a field. It hit me then, just how close they were as partners. And I kinda wanted to find a Kurama-esque Digimon and have it and Naruto gain a close relationship like that.

Anyway, I'm done for now guys. Hope you enjoyed the prologue. See you guys hopefully next week when I update one of my other stories.