Disclaimer: I own no digimon v.v but i call dibs on the humans o.o

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Takami Kusajiki was a typical high school student. His life was a simple one: go to school, go home and look into personal interests. A pretty normal life. His life would be a lot better in school if he didn't have a certain obsession. Although he kept to himself he was constantly harassed by other students for his obsession of Digimon. Yeah, Digimon. It had been over twenty years since the last of the DATS incidents, so children of this generation of children were mostly convinced that they don't exist outside of a card game. Takami, being 15, gave Digimon the benefit of the doubt and spent a lot of time researching them. At first he wanted to just confirm their existence. But before he noticed, his curiosity had turned into a dedicated obsession.

Every day he hurried home just to learn more about Digimon: the myths the facts, the sightings. He wanted to know it all. Unfortunately he could not get that much from his resources, since most were unreliable sightings and vague descriptions. Despite this, Takami is still searching for any facts on them, whenever he is not in school.

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Today was The Monday, not just any old Monday, THE Monday. Today was Takami's last Monday as a freshman for the year. He was looking forward to the free time that the summer provided; it just that getting to it was a problem. The last week of school is when all seniors get wily and do as they please to the lower classmen, and guess who was their prime target?

Takami was just walking to his 2nd period class with his books in hand. Before he knew it, his shoulder and the lockers next to him got a lot closer. "Hey Digi-nerd, guess what today is?" a senior in a group of laughing ones called out.

Takami just picked up his dropped belongings and responded, "I do believe its Monday. You didn't forget again, did you? It's not that hard to remember the days, ya know." He then smirks and continues onto his class, "There's this new invention called 'calendars', try finding one." Indeed, Takami was a bold one. Smart-mouthing off to a group of seniors' means either beat down or stuffing into a locker. Luckily for Takami, he was prepared.

"Oh, a comedian, eh?" Well I got a joke for you, and here's the punch line!" the same senior said as he charged at Takami, to avoid embarrassment form his peers and inner pride. Takami just shrugged and did a pivot on his right foot, turning him out of the senior's way, the delivers a small but strong side kick to the senior's side, sending him off balance and into a mop bucket, left by a janitor who left their job unfinished.

"Two things wrong with that: 1. Jokes come before the punch line and 2. Your punch line had no kick, so I added some for you," Takami laughed as he continued walking to his class leaving the group of seniors stunned. Before he picked up Digimon, Takami took a bit (8 years *cough*) of mixed martial arts, so dealing with any physical onslaught would be child's play for him. He arrives in his biology class and took a seat next to a window and proceeded to stare out vacantly into the school yard, counting down the moments until the end of another school year.

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Finally, the end of 3rd period arrives, and Takami is released to lunch. Takami grabs his lunch from his locker and proceeds out of the school courtyard. He walks into the orchard the gardening club planted 2 years ago, which had bathed the ground in speckled sunlight and shadows. Perfect for lounging without getting too hot. He sat down, and opened up his first sandwich and took a bit as he looked around. His normal spot always made his day a little better since it was quiet and empty… well, mostly empty. A bush rustles faintly in the distance, snapping Takami out of his trance.

He quickly gathered up his lunch and proceeded to the area where the sound had originated from. When he peered over a small bush, he saw a fox… he thought. The fox wasn't like a normal fox. The body was more elliptical with shorter limbs, longer ears and a smaller neck. It was also a strange color; yellow for most of its fur and white on the tips of its paws, ears and tail. It was something had never seen before.

"What kind of fox is that?" Takami thought to himself. The startled creature picked up on his voice and turned to him. It did not flee at first, it just stared at him. "Um… hello there little-" he said before it scurried off into more bushes. "… Okay, um bye I guess…" he said as he proceeded back to his typical spot, wondering what that creature was. In all his research, Takami has never actually SEEN a picture of a Digimon. But whatever he saw was no animal of this world.

The next day, Takami returned to his same spot but there was no reappearance of the strange little fox-like creature. 'Maybe I'm just imagining things…' he thought as he sat down to eat his lunch again. Little did he know that he was being watched. A certain pair of blue eyes was watching him with intense curiosity from the dark shadows about 20 feet away.

End of Chapter 1

R&R all =D my first published writing ever ^^