Author' note: Welcome to my very first English written fanfic. Forgive me if some sentences sound kind of odd. The original fanfic is called Digimon Adventure 04. Unfortuneately this title is already given so I have to use the title Digimon Adventure After Tri.

Another note: Originally this was a sequel to Digimon Adventure tri. However, thanks to that Kizuna movie showing us Meiko and Meicoomon, this fanfic is now officially an an alternate universum where Meicoomon is not reborn.

Chapter 1 – Meeting! Welcome to the Digital World!

As he calmly inhaled and exhaled, his memories penetrated his head. Bad memories. Painful memories. He didn't know how much time had passed. He didn't know where he was. All his memories were in a blur. Why? He knew that the memories were bad and painful, but he couldn't remember so accurately... Angry, he began to growl before turning a blind eye. The Digimon blinked a bit. Around him it was pitch black. The first question that chased him through his head was where he was. He didn't know. Like so many things. Although his memories were greatly clouded, he knew why he was here. He was here to recover from the wounds he had once received in a terrible fight. For this he lay down to sleep. But how long ago this fight had been? He couldn't say that. The Digimon slowly inhaled in and out. He himself held his arms crossed, his palms pointing to his broad shoulders, while his legs were slightly angled to his body. The wings hung weakly from his back. He tried to move them, but it caused him great pain.

Nevertheless, he moved them again and again until they were completely upended and folded. Now he tried to move his arms and legs. This was much easier for him and immediately he stood firmly to the ground with both legs, while his arms hung loosely to the side. Then he crossed them again in front of his body to gather energy. When he had gathered enough energy, he released it in the form of a wyvern, which flew through the darkness and finally broke against the wall. The rock was loosened and fell to the ground, causing a bright ray of light to fall into his eyes. He went to the rock and smashed a larger hole in the wall with his claws. Immediately the opening was so large that he could slip through. Holding his claw in front of his eyes, he made his way into the light. It hurts in his eyes, as he had not used them for a long time. As his eyes got used to the light, he immediately noticed that the environment was different. What had happened in the meantime?

Annoyed, Akira Tanaka looked out the window. Her brown hair was tied together into a braid that rested on her right shoulder. The teacher talked about conquering anyone over an area of any country. So she believed it at least because she didn't pay attention at all. The class was lessoned in history... Nothing more boring than that she thought. The man next to her watched with interest. His brown, rather rough hair seemed to fall naturally. Kinira heard something, but was too immersed in her thoughts.

"... aka... Tanaka... TANAKA!" the teacher exclaimed, and she immediately shuddered: "Please answer my question."

"What was the question?" she asked.

The teacher sighed briefly before asking the question again:

"When did the Edo period end, Tanaka?"

"Um... nineteen hundred... seventy-seven?"

"No. The correct answer is 1868."

"Could you please tell me what the movement that had ended the Edo period was called?"

"What was her name?" she muttered to herself, "Ah! It's called Tokugawa, right?"

"Tokugawa was the first name of the last shogun of the Edo period. The correct answer is the Sonno joi movement."

"Ah yes. Right."

The bell just rang for the break

"Good. This is the end of the lesson. Tanaka, I'd love to talk to you again towards the end of the next break," the teacher decided.

"Y-yes."

Annoyed, she cycled back home. She stepped on the pedals vigorously, because she wanted to come home before her sister arrived. She would certainly be angry, as Akira hadn't been paying attention in class again. What is she supposed to do? The lessons were boring and she didn't need most of it. Akira Tanaka was 18 years old. At her former school, she had always fought with the other students because she hated injustice like the plague because the other classmates always bullied a younger student who seemed strange. However, this student was also easily exploited. She was naive and bona fide. Akira shook her head to dispel these thoughts. What did it bring to her?

She was kicked out of school after hitting a student badly. And she wanted to be a policewoman... Foolish... Akira had trouble controlling her anger. For the most part, because she had learned at a young age that her parents were not her biological ones. When her parents died, she was just a year old. They were on their way home. She and her parents were involved in a car accident that only she had survived.

Her 15-year-old sister Sera, who grew up with relatives, took her with her. But Akira closed herself off to the relatives when she learned that they were not her biological parents. Now seventeen years later, she lived with her sister and her boyfriend Shin in Shibuya, Tokyo. Akira eventually reached the apartment block, locked the bike and stormed up the stairs to her apartment door. She opened it with the key. However, as she noticed, someone was already at home, seeing Sera's shoes standing neatly next to each other. That's why she sneaked quietly through the hallway. Many pictures hung on the wall - Shin and Sera in their younger years together with three other children. Sometimes Akira wondered who the other three were, but when she asked her older sister, she didn't get an answer.

"Akira? Is that you?" a voice asked.

/Damn.../, she thought and went into the living room.

There, her sister sat at the dining table and read the newspaper. When she looked up, her younger sister recognized her serious eyes.

"Akira..." Sera began to speak.

Her voice sounded disappointed.

"What?" Akira replied annoyed, entwining her arms in front of her chest.

"The history teacher has called me today... He says your transfer to high school is at risk."

"Well?" annoyed, she wanted to go to her room.

"If you don't have a degree, you can't become a policewoman!" exclaimed Sera.

"Who cares! Why did we move back to Japan?! Explain that to me!" she screamed, banging her clenched fist against the wall.

"We've talked about it before. Shin-"

"Shin, Shin, Shin! " she interrupted her: "It's all about Shin!"

"That's not true, Akira." now her sister became angry, but tried to stay calm.

"That's certainly true. When is there something to eat that I like and that Shin doesn't like?! When do we do something I like?!"

"Akira, stop! " her sister shouted and approached her.

"I should stop?! You are the one who is blind to love! I'm sure Shin is going to go to bed with someone else because you're infertile!"

Sera pulled out and gave her sister a resounding slap, which caused her to tumbling back.

"I forbid you to talk to me like that!" she grumbled.

Akira looked at her in silence. As always, her older sister could not read the expression in her eyes. Then she turned around, went to the hallway and then up the stairs to her room. Meanwhile, Sera sat back on the chair and held a hand in front of her eyes before she began to cry. Just three minutes later, another cheerful-sounding voice shouted:

"I'm back, Sera!"

Shin opened the door before hearing sobs. Immediately, he dropped his bag and ran into the living room, where he saw his girlfriend, who was desperately trying to hide her tears.

"Sera?" he said, terrified, kneeling next to her: "What happened?"

"Me and Akira... We argued again..." she said.

"The argument must have been quite violent..."

"It was... When she asked me about my infertility, I became angry and I slapped her... After that, she went into her room without losing another word..."

Shin straightened up again and took her in his arms. Calmingly, he stroked her across her back until she was able to pull herself together and look him in the eye.

"If I hadn't told her that our parents died in a car accident..." she said, looking at her boyfriend with sad eyes.

"At some point, however, she would have found out, Sera."

"I know..." she sighed, looking at the newspaper in front of her.

It read in capital letters: "Scientists are trying to find a new weapon against Digimon!"

Shin picked up the newspaper and crumpled it through his hands. Sera could see the anger.

"They really believe that Digimon is dangerous..." Shin raved.

"They don't know the Digimon exactly..." Sera sighed.

"Yeah."

Akira's older sister remained silent.

"It is better to let the past rest," she said after a felt eternity.

"Do you think so? Finally, we still hope that one day we will see her again."

Sera nodded at Shin and sighed resignedly. Old memories came up in her. She really wanted to see her again - she who had always laughed with her. Shin, too, wanted to see him again - he, whom he regarded as a brother.

Angry, Akira threw her bag on the chair. Then she took out her phone and lay down in bed. Above her bed was a picture of a forest with a deer. He looked into the sky. Sighing, she held her phone in front of her face and began writing with her boyfriend from America. Akira once lived with Sera and Shin in the United States. At that time she had problems, but she was happy there. Here, in Japan, there was no real freedom. She missed the time when she was standing in the street with her boyfriend and chewing gum. She missed the time she had slept with him, although Sera forbade it because she thought she was still young. She missed the time she took up with him against the city's worst thugs, only to end up in a hospital afterwards. Basically, she missed her boyfriend a lot.

"Hey, Jack. What are you doing right now?" she texted on her phone.

"Eat breakfast. And you?" her boyfriend asked via text message.

"Lying in bed."

"Have you argued with your sister again?"

"100 points for the candidate."

"Great!"

"Say... When are you going to visit me?"

"Hm... Akira?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry... But..." he sent the message before she could finish writing.

"But what?" she became angry.

"I have a new girlfriend."

":("

"Listen... You were great and so... But I don't see you anymore..."

"So you just wanted sex, didn't you?!"

"That's not true... But I grew up... I can't let myself be dragged into brawls anymore..."

"And who is this slut?!"

"I'm not going to tell you that."

"You idiot! I hate you!" she threw her phone against the wall.

Tears had formed in her eyes and she was furiously gritting her teeth.

"You have mail! " the cheerful voice of the phone rang out.

"What?" Akira ripped out of her anger and sadness.

She got up and took the phone in her hand. Actually it should be broken by the impact. Astonished, she opened the text message from the unknown man, who called himself a guardian.

"Do you want to save the world, Akira?" the text message asked her.

"Save the world?" she repeated.

A new message appeared. As if someone was watching her. As if someone were constantly answering her questions.

"We ask you again, Akira Tanaka. Do you want to save the world?"

Immediately, she typed a yes to the Guardian. Why not? Just escape the boring everyday life.

"Good... Hold your phone against your computer."

Why would she hold her phone against the computer that was on her desk? But if she could save the world, maybe she would become rich. Then she wouldn't have to work anymore. So she did. She held the phone with her left hand outstretched to the computer. As if by magic, the screen began to light up. How could that be? The computer was off. Or had she fallen asleep? Suddenly, she was sucked into the computer. At first she saw many lights around her, which were getting faster and faster. But they stopped abruptly. A glitter formed in front of Akira.

"Welcome." the glitter replied.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You can call us guardian. We called you here. "

"Why? Is that a bad joke?!"

"This is no joke, Akira."

"Why do you know my name?!"

"The ones we choose have been the ones we've been watching since childhood."

"Uh, yes... And I'm supposed to buy you that?" she raised her eyebrow sceptically.

"You are the exception, Akira. We've only been watching you for a year... You will get along with him pretty well, because you share the same traits."

"He? Who do you mean?"

"Someone who once protected the digital world from the darkness."

"Aha..."

"It's time you crossed the line between the two worlds."

As a result, the environment changed again and she was high above in the air. At first there was a resistance that kept her in the sky, but suddenly it had disappeared and she fell to the ground. Screaming, Akira rowed with her arms, somehow trying to stay in the air or at least prevent the impact. Then she closed her eyes when she realized that her attempts were in vain. Eventually she felt something under her, before it rose a little and she landed completely on the ground. She then lost consciousness. Several hours later Akira woke up again and immediately saw a pair of yellow eyes. The eyes blinked twice.

"Are you finally awake?" the creature asked, slightly annoyed.

At first she did not really understand what was going on, but soon her eyes widened. She jumped up in terror and then took several steps back.

"A monster!" she shouted.

"Nice to get to know you too... Man... If I hadn't accepted his offer..." the creature quipped: "I should say something like, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." But that would be a lie, because I only know of your existence since yesterday."

The being himself made no effort to show his scum against the stranger.

"Who are you?" was her hesitant question.

"Wanyamon," he replied succinctly.

"What are you?"

"A Digimon."

"What?!" Akira screamed, jumping back a few steps.

"King Drasil... My ears!"

"King Drasil?" she repeated after calming down: "You mean the world tree from Norse mythology."

"Norse mythology? I don't know what you're fascinated by, human... King Drasil is the name of the god of the digital world."

"My name is Akira!"

"Yes, yes, human."

"And what exactly is the digital world?" she asked.

"This is the digital world, human." Wanyamon hopped to Akira and then jumped on her head.

"Hey, get off, Digimon!" she raved.

"Call me Wanyamon, human."

"Why should I do this, Digimon? You call me a human and not Akira."

"One to zero for you, Akira." the Digimon growled.

"Even better, Wanyamon." she began to smile and handed her hands to Wanyamon to lift him off her head.

However, as the hand approached the Digimon's body, he bit hard. With a sound of pain, she hurled Wanyamon against a tree.

"So you're looking for a fight?!" the Digimon grumbled after recovering a little.

"If you want to make it happen!" she shouted again.

Immediately spat Wanyamon soap bubbles. The bubbles themselves collided with Akira's body, but nothing else happened. Both then remained silent. The Digimon started smiling and she answered it until suddenly Wanyamon bit her again. This time it was her right arm.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Let go, Wanyamon!" she shook her hand angrily.

Wanyamon, however, had bitten himself firmly in her arm. Eventually, she hurled him back against a tree, causing him to let go and slide to the ground. Furiously, she looked at him again before she made her way. Her thoughts revolved around how stupid, how annoying he was. But what Akira didn't know was that without a partner in the digital world, she was easily attacked by evil Digimon. After a while, she began collecting wood for a fire. But there were two problems. First, she couldn't find wood, and second, she didn't know how to make a fire. Frustrated, she sat down on the floor and somehow tried to keep warm. Tiredness quickly overcame her and immediately Akira had fallen asleep. She didn't dream anything. Why? She was angry and whenever she was angry and frustrated, she had no dreams. Suddenly, a clapping sound was mixed in her sleep. Akira opened her deer-brown eyes and tried to hear where the noise came from. Again it sounded, this time even louder. It sounded like two scissors hitting each other. Akira's heart began to race. What was that noise? She couldn't assign it, but she forced herself to breathe slowly. Suddenly something raced towards her and she fell to the ground when something touched her nearly. The something flew over her and made a turn in the air. Only now did she see what that was. It was a huge black insect. Despite the blackness of the night, Akira could see that it had four legs, two arms, which were between the front and rear legs, and two large scissors. She estimated the size at just over five metres. The GranKuwagamon's orange eyes sparkled menacingly, while its four thin wings moved quickly back and forth.

/Why is this happening to me?/ was her first thought.

The GranKuwagamon raced back towards her as she held her hands protectively in front of her head. The eyes were closed with fear. She would die now. She would die now! Akira believed that time had stopped, because she felt no pain. As she slowly reopened her eyes, she recognized large, dragon-like, purple wings and a white chest and hip guard with small, golden teeth at the waist.

Between the two armour parts were bright purple scales. However, they could not be seen with the naked eye. The back of the thighs was decorated with golden lines that met at one point, forming a cross. A golden ring swayed the beginning of the lower thigh. From there, the legs up to the ankles were equipped with white protectors. However, these consisted of two parts, so that the Digimon could move his legs better. At the heels sat a row of golden teeth to the decoration. The newly released Digimon briefly took a look at Akira. His red eyes were straight under a white helmet with two forward-facing horns. Under the helmet and eyes was a gold metal part. The Digimon screamed briefly before throwing the GranKuwagamon into the air. It flew up and hurled the insect-digimon at a tree that stood a few meters behind Akira. Now she could see the rest of the digimon.

On the chest protection was a golden, round jewel. The shoulder plates were very large and seemed to be a bit of a hindrance. There, too, this digimon bore small, golden teeth for decoration. His arms reached up to his knees. While the upper arms were unprotected, the Digimon wore armour on the forearms. These were divided into three levels. The first and second levels were white; the last level was bright purple. The armguards reached the Digimon up to the wrists. The hands themselves had five claws. Akira could see a red jewel on the inside of the hands, embedded in a golden frame. She wondered for what the jewels were good for. The belly of the Digimon was whitewashed and protected him from some attacks. The front of the thighs was white, while the ends of the cross-shaped lines that Akira saw from the back of the thighs pointed to a yellow jewel. The knee savers had red, square "eyes". The protectors of the lower legs looked the same from the front as those from the back. At the end of the foot sat a golden triangle, which protected the tip.

The eyes of the Digimon showed terrible anger towards the GranKuwagamon. The latter, however, did not recognize this anger and raced blindly towards the strange Digimon. It closed his eyes and around his body gathered energy, which grew ever larger and soon took the form of a wyvern. Then it released the wyvern and it raced towards the black insect. GranKuwagamon was captured by the wyvern and pushed back several meters. It tried to hold its ground against the energy mass, but in the end it died screaming in pain.

Akira watched the unequal fight, and as the stranger Digimon approached her, she retreated in fear. The Digimon eventually knelt down. One knee was on the ground, while one claw rested on it.

"Don't be afraid," the Digimon said to Akira.

The voice of the Digimon seemed calm. But she believed it was just a facade. Eventually she had seen the eyes of the Digimon, the hate-feeling eyes.

"Leave me alone..." Akira said, stagnantly.

"Do you really want that?" the Digimon asked with an irritated tone.

She was silent and looked to the ground.

"I'll tell you something. If you want to survive here alone, try it. But you've seen you get attacked, human.

Especially the word human said this Digimon with strong contempt.

"Wanyamon?" was her question.

Was that really Wanyamon? The Digimon she had hurled against a tree. She didn't hope that this Digimon was really Wanyamon - for she had seen his strength, and it was frightening. To her worst guess, the Digimon nodded.

"Believe me," began Wanyamon's mega-level: "I wouldn't have helped you... but! But thanks to someone who had scolded me, I had to help you. I also have a deal with him. I gain strength when I connect with a human being."

"And this human... am I?"

"I would rather have another person... But yes. You are this person."

"Why me? Why am I this person?"

"Ask him, not me."

Again, she remained silent. She thrust her hands into her skirt pockets, only to notice that something was in her right. She embraced the thing by hand and pulled it out. It wasn't a cell phone she had. It was something else. Akira looked at the thing more closely. This was not round but also not rectangular, but had a light purple colour and was palm-sized. In the middle of the item was a grey-green screen. The screen was framed by a dark purple circle. At the edge of it sat three golden circles. One was on the left side, the other two on the right. A small black antenna sat on the left side of the device.

"What is that?" asked Akira.

"As far as I know, this is a digivice. He had told me that this would divert your feelings to me so that I could become stronger," he explained.

"Hm..." she pondered loudly, biting her lower lip slightly.

"If you want more specific words - Each trait influences each other to reach the next form..." he shrugged with his shoulders.

"I just wondered how exactly this is happening, Wanyamon."

"I'm no longer called Wanyamon... Wanyamon is my training level, man."

"Aha?" she raised her eyebrow: "And what's your name now?"

"You probably like to know, wouldn't you?"

"Well... Then I talk to you with Wanyamon or Digimon... Since you don't want that, you should give me your name!"

"No."

Both then remained silent. But it was a crushing silence.

"Well, you won. I'll tell you," dignified, but then took a break.

Again, a long silence occurred.

"I'm waiting," Akira said at one point, but the Digimon in front of her didn't want to give an answer.

When she was about to shout at him to call her the damn name, he answered succinctly:

"Dynasmon."

"Huh?" she blinked in amazement.

Akira did not expect him to reveal his name to her.

"Do you have such bad ears, human?" asked Dynasmon, irritated.

"No... I just didn't think you'd call your name.'

"You thought wrong, human."

"Could you finally stop calling me that, Digimon?!" she exclaimed annoyed.

"And? You don't call me Dynasmon... You call me Digimon!"

"Because you just called me human!"

"Pah!" he looked at her with angry eyes.

"Now we are back in this discussion..." Akira sighed: "And it leads to nowhere..."

"I think so too..." Dynasmon wanted to add the word man, but he thought differently: "Akira."

"At least we now agree, Dynasmon..."

Both looked at each other a bit before Dynasmon wrapped himself in a light and shrank again. When the light faded, Wanyamon lay on the ground, but still looked at her.

"Hey! I'm hungry!" complained little Digimon.

"Okay... And where can we find something to eat?" was her question.

"No idea," he replied defiantly.

"Hm..." she thought again before she started to move.

"Where are you going, Akira?!" he shouted after her.

"I'm looking for something to eat!" she turned around briefly so she could answer him better.

"Ah... Hey, wait for me!" Wanyamon hopped after her.