Okay, so this is about Gatomon (SnowBotamon) and Patamon (Poyomon) as babies in Primary Village. I know Gatomon was supposed to have hatched from an egg as Nyaromon, but that doesn't make sense since Nyaromon's In-training. xD

If you're all loyal to that, then sorry. o-o; But not really. ;3

Chapter One

Poyomon Arrives

"Give us more food!" exclaimed a small white cat-like creature, SnowBotamon, hopping up and down.

"Me too!" came mimicking cries from the other baby Digimon.

"Hold on, you'll all get your fill," Elecmon said tiredly.

They were in temperate Primary Village, the place where Digimon were born. It was a small town, where baby Digimon hatched from eggs and were taken care of by Elecmon until they digivolved into their in-training stages. And SnowBotamon was their leader.

As one of the older babies, SnowBotamon was also a mischievous Digimon who wanted nothing more than to take over the village and run it herself. At least, she told herself she wanted nothing more than that. Not that she particularly disliked Elecmon; as a matter of fact, she looked up to him, in a way. But she still wanted to reign over the town.

Another dream of hers was to be a fighter. She wanted to be able to hold her own in battle, and go out on expeditions without having to bring guards with her. All in all, she wanted to be independent, not relying on Elecmon or anyone else to provide for her. But for that to happen, she'd have to drive him out first. Which was something she felt a little bad about, really she did. But it was inevitable, she couldn't do a thing about it.

"But we're hungry!" SnowBotamon complained. "We want food NOW!"

"Yeah, now!" her followers repeated.

"SnowBotamon, have some patience! You'll never grow up into your in-training form without gaining some maturity!" Elecmon protested.

"Good! I don't WANT to grow up. Then I'd have to leave Primary Village," SnowBotamon said.

"Yeah, that would be a tragedy," muttered Elecmon.

SnowBotamon's eyes filled with tears and she sniffled. "W-why are y-you so… MEAN?"

"Aww, SnowBotamon, I'm sorry," Elecmon sighed. "I just get stressed out sometimes… I didn't really mean it." He picked up the small Digimon and hugged her. Behind his back, SnowBotamon smirked, fake tears glistening in her eyes.

"You made Snowy cry!" accused a MetalKoromon. Other babies voiced their anger.

"Kids, kids, calm down," Elecmon sighed. "Why don't you go play a game?"

They looked to SnowBotamon for approval. She nodded. "Games are good," she said. They all went scampering away.

"I still don't get why they all listen to you," Elecmon said, shaking his head as he cleaned up the food.

"Because I'm their leader!" SnowBotamon smiled.

"Back when I was a Punimon, everyone got along and listened to the Primary Village caretaker. Why can't you?"

SnowBotamon feigned ignorance and tilted her head, vacant smile still on her face.

Elecmon sighed. "Nevermind," he said. "I forget you're just a baby sometimes."

That's what YOU think, SnowBotamon thought, hopping away. I'm not just a little kid! I'm much smarter than all those other babies. I bet the only reason I'm not in-training is because I don't WANT to digivolve!

SnowBotamon had been there for quite some time now, but unlike living in uneducated bliss like most of the other babies, she felt empty inside. Her dreams were not even ones she cared much about; but she knew she wanted something. When she had hatched from her Digiegg, she had been much more warm and compassionate. But being in Primary Village so long, she had grown more bitter. She was still young, and innocent, but compared to the other babies, she was jaded.

Elecmon didn't know of this either. Even though he was the rookie around, he knew nothing of her emptiness and despondency. She was waiting for something; but what, exactly? SnowBotamon wasn't sure if she'd ever know. But she hated this feeling of waiting, without being able to do anything.

She had remembered wondering if it was power she was waiting for. So many Digimon yearned for power, only to become corrupted by it. But maybe that was what she had been longing for? That was when it started, her takeover of Primary Village. She had just been trying out the power thing, but it somehow became permanent, inescapable. She suddenly had duties to the other babies, instead of worrying about what she was really waiting for. And somehow, in that time, she had grown to want absolute power over the village. Not for any reason, really. But just because it was something in her grasp. Something she had already had a taste of; something she could imagine.

It had started out with her having to be educated. No good leader could be ignorant. There was a small library at Primary Village: mostly tiny books that taught the alphabet and numbers up to ten, but Elecmon also had some books for the older visiting Digimon. She secretly read those, and learned about various topics that were actually important. At night, she read the discarded Digi-newspaper Elecmon had already finished, and read about politics and social issues. And she began to teach herself about combat.

Mostly, she learned it all from a book Elecmon had on fighting. She learned how to use her one attack: Diamond Dust. She learned about digivolution and when Digimon were deleted. When their data was erased, they were sent back to Primary Village and hatched from eggs again.

After SnowBotamon had become leagues more intelligent than any of the other babies, her conquest began. She rallied support from the others, promising them more food and faster childhoods. She regaled them with stories of the powers they would have as Rookies and Champions and even Ultimates. When she had gained them as allies, she began to turn on Elecmon, demanding better conditions for the babies. Of course, Primary Village was a nice place, but SnowBotamon had to drive him out. It was the only way she could rule over the village.

Reflecting on how she got to where she was today, SnowBotamon flopped on top of a rock and sighed, looking out at all the others playing mindlessly. "Fools," she murmured. "All of them, complete fools."

And with that, she settled down to nap.

SnowBotamon was awakened by several babies jumping all around her. "Snowy! Snowy!" they squealed.

"What is it?" SnowBotamon sat up, yawning.

"Snowy! Elecmon said we're getting a new playmate!"

SnowBotamon blinked. "So? We get new playmates all the time."

"Yeah, but this one's not coming from a Digiegg!" said an excited Nyokimon.

"Where's it coming from, then?" SnowBotamon asked, puzzled.

"Dunno! But it's here! Come on, we're gonna go see!" Nyokimon paused. "Should we?"

SnowBotamon nodded. "I want to see this new playmate too." She actually did; she was intrigued. It had to be a baby Digimon; they were the only ones Elecmon called playmates. But why would a baby come from outside Primary Village?

She hopped over to the crowd. Elecmon stood beside a small Digimon, who was cowering behind him a little.

"Easy, easy," Elecmon said. "He's had a long journey to get here! I think he's a little shy."

The Digimon shuffled a little in front of Elecmon and smiled shyly and somewhat uncertainly at the other babies. He seemed to be made of jelly, and wiggled when he moved. He was a light blue-grey color, and looked almost like a ghost. He wore a shy smile on his face. "Hi, I'm Poyomon!" he said.

SnowBotamon rolled her eyes. Poyomon were nothing new. One had just Digivolved into Tokomon and had left Primary Village. But tons of babies pushed themselves forward to introduce themselves. SnowBotamon was about to turn away and hop back to her rock to go to sleep again, when she heard a high-pitched voice say. "Come meet our leader Snowy!"

Irritated, SnowBotamon halted. She'd just introduce herself, and that would be it. She didn't even care much anymore about where he had come from. Bored, she smiled a fake smile at Poyomon. "Hi, I'm SnowBotamon," she said.

He didn't say anything for a moment, then nodded, smiling. "I'm Poyomon!"

"Nice to meet you," she lied. "I hope you like it here! If you have any questions or anything, you can ask me." She turned and fled, going back to her rock. As she closed her eyes, she heard Elecmon telling the babies it was almost dinner time. They ran off to play, eager to squeeze in a few games before they had to eat. "Come on, Poyo!" she heard some say.

She had just drifted off to sleep again when she heard a small cough next to her. Snapping back into awareness, she didn't move. Go away, she thought. There was a pause, then another cough sounded. It was more like a clearing of the throat, trying to get her attention. SnowBotamon still did nothing. And yet the stupid baby cleared its throat again.

Forcing herself to act sweet, she sat up. "Oh! Hello," she said, seeing the newcomer Poyomon. "I was just napping." Figures it would be him, she thought. No one else would dare to disturb my rest!

"Sorry for waking you," Poyomon apologized. "But I just had a question. You said a few minutes ago I could ask you?"

"Mmhmm, right. What is it?" She wanted to go back to sleep.

"Well, I was just wondering, if it would be all right, that is, because, well, I noticed that the others call you Snowy, and it must by short for SnowBotamon, and they were calling me Poyo, so I assume that the babies here make up nicknames for everyone, so, well, I was just wondering, if it would be all right – "

"You said that part already. What are you trying to ask?" she said, in a way she thought sounded kindly and understanding.

"I was wondering if I could call you Yukimi, for YukimiBotamon. Since that's another name for SnowBotamon?"

This startled her. "How do you know that?" she asked.

"Uh, I don't know. I just know it. Learned it somewhere."

Well, she thought. This was different. A baby Digimon who knew something other than how to play or sing. Suddenly, she was interested in him again.

"So… Poyomon, you say your name was? Why don't you sit down and tell me your story? Where you came from, all that."

Poyomon smiled. "Sure!" he said.

"Poyo! Come play!" called Paomon, jumping up and down.

"No thanks!" he replied.

"But it's no fun without you," Paomon frowned.

"I'll come play later," Poyomon said.

SnowBotamon rolled her eyes. "Pesky little pea-brained dog-thing. She's always starting trouble. She doesn't even know you, to miss you! Now, the story?"

"Okay! I'm just warning you, a lot doesn't really make sense. I can't remember it very well."

"Just go ahead. Tell me what you do know."

"Not much. The first I can remember is I was in the forest. I don't know how I got there. But after, I traveled around for a long time, looking for my family and clues to my past. Not that I was very old, of course, but I didn't know how I had gotten all the way from here to there." He looked at her. "How long have you been here, Yuki-chan?"

She frowned, realizing he was calling her that. "Look, it's either SnowBotamon or YukimiBotamon," she said. "Those idiots can't wrap their puny heads around either, so they call me Snowy. But Yuki-chan, it's… not an option. I don't even know you!"

Poyomon blinked. "I'm sorry, Yuki-chan! I just want to be friends."

"And I repeat, I barely know you. You've been around what, two minutes? You're not my friend." She took a deep breath. "Sorry. What did you ask me?"

"How long have you been here?"

"A long time," she said. "I'm not sure. But it's been awhile."

"And you don't remember a Poyomon here, and leaving?"

"Well, there was one, but he Digivolved. And it was just recently, probably only about a week ago. I don't think he was you."

Poyomon shook his head. "No," he said. "I can remember further back than that. Oh, well. Anyway, while I was wandering, I was found by some Floramon. They took me in and taught me things. But then a big Digimon came and got rid of them," he said sadly. "I found out later it was a DarkTyrannomon. I escaped, but nobody else in the city we lived in did. I lived in the forest again for awhile, until I was chased by some Raremon, and a Leomon saved me. He was the one who brought me here, to his younger brother Elecmon. And… that's it."

It was not as interesting as she would have liked it to have been, but the close encounters he had had with Champion Digimon interested her. Especially since he had survived them all. "Did you fight any?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Nope," he answered. "I tried to fight the Raremon, but I only have one attack, Bubble Blow… it didn't do much good."

"Hm," SnowBotamon said. "Why did the DarkTyrannomon come to your city?"

"I don't know," Poyomon said, looking sad.

She could tell he didn't want to say anything more. "Well… thank you for telling me. You would probably have preferred to play with the other babies."

He shook his head. "I liked talking to you," he said.

"Well, you should probably go play now. Paomon looks impatient."

"I guess," he said. "Well, I'll see you at dinnertime, then!" And with that, he scurried off.

SnowBotamon watched him head shyly over to Paomon and the others, puzzled expression on her face. He was like no other baby Digimon she'd met. He was more mature, and more intelligent. He was educated, like her. She could actually stand talking to him. Could he possibly be an ally in taking over Primary Village?

No, he was still too stupid for her. She couldn't have him as an equal, it wouldn't look good. Even though he was a bit more knowledgeable than the other babies, he was still at the same rank as all them. Just her underlings, her pawns, to be used to get what she wanted: the entire village.

Okay then. xD Please R&R!