This is something that I decided I wanted to write, although it's the first
Digimon fanfic that I might ever finish. It's a Digimon Adventure 02/Digimon
Tamers crossover story.
I don't own Digimon, I wish I did....
Digital Convergences Prologue - "Dark Horizons"
by vivi-chan
Takato scratched at his nose, feeling ridiculous as he tried to figure out
just how he was going to phrase things. The phone continued to ring and he was
thinking just maybe, no one was home at the Akiyama household. That was funny.
SOMEONE should be home at 7:45 am. Just as he was setting down the phone, he
heard a click and brought the phone back to his ear. "Hello? May I speak with
Ryo-"
"Speaking...." came a tired sounding voice, the last half of the word had been
drowned out by a heavy barely stifled yawn. "Sorry..."
"Ryo-san? It's me Takato Matsuda," he heard complete silence on the other end
of the line. Apparently Ryo was thinking. "From Tokyo?" Takato wisely added.
"Takato?!" exclaimed Ryo, apparently snapping awake. "I didn't recognize your
voice for a moment! How are you? Is something up?"
Takato breathed a sigh of relief, "No, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all... I
was just wondering if you were free for the summer?"
"Well... aside from taking part in the D-1 Tournament, I'm entirely... free!"
Ryo seemed to relish the notion. Takato didn't know all that much about Ryo,
although he liked the older boy. After all they'd been through... he thought
Ryo should know. "Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to journey to the Digital World?"
There was a momentary silence. "You found a gate?" His voice held an excited
edge to it.
Takato made an affirmative sound. He jerked the earpiece away from his ear as
he heard a loud whoop and giddy laughter coming from the other end of the
line. "Yes! Yes! YES!!!!"
He was guessing Ryo was just as eager to see his partner again.
"When?" asked Ryo, finally regaining a semblance of normalcy.
"After the D-1 Tournament," replied Takato. "You're coming up for it right?"
Ryo lived down in Kyushu, near Fukuoka. An unhandy distance away, if you asked
him...
"Yeah. I'm coming up for it," affirmed Ryo. "I'm taking the train today as a
matter of fact."
"Anyways.... can you give me a call when you get up here? The group of us can
hang out for a bit and plan our trip." Takato had been eager to see Ryo again.
They hadn't really gotten to know each other.
"All right. Sure. I'm actually supposed to take the train up today..... You
guys live in Shinjuku right?" There was the sound of rummaging about, and a
faint aha. "My train leaves Fukuoka a little past 11:20 and is supposed to
arrive in Tokyo at around 4:30. Let me hop online really quick to check the
Narita Express schedule."
There was the sound of a chair squeaking and then rapid typing. It sounded
like Ryo was really familiar with computers. "If I take Narita Express 28, I
should be in Shinjuku a little before 6pm. Maybe we should meet somewhere near
Shinjuku station..."
"That sounds good," replied Takato. "Um.... statue? We could meet at the
park...? You know, where the Ark brought us home from the Digital World?"
There was a bit of silence, "Sure. I'm pretty sure I can find that place
again. Do you have a cellphone or something I can call you at in case I get
delayed?" asked Ryo.
"Um.... no...?" Takato hadn't quite planned it out that much in advance. "But
Ruki has a cellphone. I can give you that number."
"All-right," replied Ryo, jotting down the number as he gave it. Ruki would
doubtlessly kill him, but it was for a good reason, REALLY. "I'll give you a
call if anything changes then!"
"All right! Bye! See you tonight!" said Takato hanging up the phone and
breathing a sigh of relief.
"Takato!" it was his mother calling. "Can you help your dad bring in the
supplies?"
"Coming mom!" he called out, racing down the hall and down the stairs in a
clatter of feet. He still had plenty of chores to do.
----
Ken closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten.
"Ichijouji...." The whining petulant balky way his name was said could only
come from one person... Daisuke. He sighed internally before the sound of the
keyboard issuing warning beeps made him open his eyes once more. "Your
keyboard's gotta be broke... It's not doing what I tell it to!"
Ken had tried to be nice. Daisuke WAS his best friend. But this was getting
absurd. "No," corrected Ken, grabbing hold of Daisuke's hand before the
spikey-haired boy could cause the blue screen of death from all his wild key
pressing. "Hitting control-alt-delete while the mouse is over Takeru's name
will not boot him off the channel."
"I wanna boot him off the channel!" complained Daisuke. "He's all busy
chatting with Hikari-chan! I can't talk to her with him yammering at her like
that!"
Ken saw the conversation flowing across the screen as he spoke in his most
patient and reasonable of tones. "The only way you can kick someone off the
channel is if you're an OP."
"Huh?"
Not the most brilliant of answers, but he'd come to expect it from Daisuke.
"You need to have ops to kick someone off a channel," Ken repeated slowly.
"Your account doesn't have that priviledge."
"But you have that OP thingy right?"
Ken sighed, "Listen.... We're logged in on your account. Got it? Your email
address doesn't match mine so even if we log in using my nickname you won't
have OPs." He wasn't going to trust Daisuke with that much power so he forbore
to mention that he could have easily gained it.
"Dammit," muttered Daisuke, propping his head on his arm which in turn his
elbow was propped on the table. "I'll never have a chance to ask Hikari-chan
out."
There were the regulars - Koushirou, Hikari, Takeru, Miyako and Iori.
Sometimes International Chosen Children could be found frequenting the channel
but right now, it was just the five of them.
* Hikari: Takeru-kun. My brother's asking if your brother's home.
Takeru was staying with his brother it seemed.
* Takeru: He's making lunch, why?
* Hikari: My brother wants to know if the two of you want to catch a
movie later, he wants to watch "Harry Potter and the Order of the
Phoenix." Ichijouji-san? Miyako-chan? Iori-kun? Izumi-san? Would
either of you like to join us? It's the 3:00 showing.
BingoGirl: Yes-bingo!!!
That was Miyako.
* Iori: I'll have to ask my mother.
* Tentomon: Sure. It sounds fun.
Koushirou used Tentomon as his chat name, named after his Digimon Partner.
Ken leaned over to type a reply quickly.
* Ichijouji: Motomiya's visiting. Sorry. Perhaps another-
Daisuke batted Ken's hand away from the keyboard.
* Ichijouji: We're coming too Hikari-chan!!!!
Ken looked at the screen... already he could imagine all the looks on
everyone's face as they read that single line of text. It was just so wrong...
His line of thought was neatly derailed as someone hopped onto the channel.
* Hikari: Hi there, Millenium!
Hikari was usually the first to greet any newcomers that logged onto the
channel.
* Millenium: RYO WA DOKO?
It was written all in katakana... Where is Ryo?
* Tentomon: Welcome to the channel, Millenium.
* BingoGirl: Are you looking for someone?
* Millenium: RYO WA DOKO?
Ken frowned, mumuring the name, "Ryo.... Millenium...."
Daisuke was usually dense, but he seemed to an uncanny knack for knowing when
something was seriously nagging Ken. "Ken? What's wrong?"
Ken shook his head, "I'm not sure... the name sounds familiar. Ryo...." It was
frustrating trying to remember anything that had occured before his years as
the Digimon Kaiser. Anything related to his first journey into the world was
doubly so. "Millenium....."
Minomon, who could be heard playing on the bed with Chibimon peered over the
railing of the bunk bed. "What's wrong Ken? What about Ryo?" Chibimon's white
face could be seen peering from under the guard rail, looking rather curious
as well.
"Are we talking about Milleniumon?" Chibimon asked, hopping off the bed and
landing in Daisuke's outstretched arms.
Minomon followed, floating over to his chosen. Ken was dimly aware that he was
hugging Minomon. Milleniumon. Ryo. Quickly he let go of Minomon and started
typing as Millenium repeated its question for the 10th time.
* Ichijouji: Everyone! Get off the channel!
That was the last conscious thought Ken had as a brilliant white light erupted
from the computer monitor.
Digimon fanfic that I might ever finish. It's a Digimon Adventure 02/Digimon
Tamers crossover story.
I don't own Digimon, I wish I did....
Digital Convergences Prologue - "Dark Horizons"
by vivi-chan
Takato scratched at his nose, feeling ridiculous as he tried to figure out
just how he was going to phrase things. The phone continued to ring and he was
thinking just maybe, no one was home at the Akiyama household. That was funny.
SOMEONE should be home at 7:45 am. Just as he was setting down the phone, he
heard a click and brought the phone back to his ear. "Hello? May I speak with
Ryo-"
"Speaking...." came a tired sounding voice, the last half of the word had been
drowned out by a heavy barely stifled yawn. "Sorry..."
"Ryo-san? It's me Takato Matsuda," he heard complete silence on the other end
of the line. Apparently Ryo was thinking. "From Tokyo?" Takato wisely added.
"Takato?!" exclaimed Ryo, apparently snapping awake. "I didn't recognize your
voice for a moment! How are you? Is something up?"
Takato breathed a sigh of relief, "No, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all... I
was just wondering if you were free for the summer?"
"Well... aside from taking part in the D-1 Tournament, I'm entirely... free!"
Ryo seemed to relish the notion. Takato didn't know all that much about Ryo,
although he liked the older boy. After all they'd been through... he thought
Ryo should know. "Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to journey to the Digital World?"
There was a momentary silence. "You found a gate?" His voice held an excited
edge to it.
Takato made an affirmative sound. He jerked the earpiece away from his ear as
he heard a loud whoop and giddy laughter coming from the other end of the
line. "Yes! Yes! YES!!!!"
He was guessing Ryo was just as eager to see his partner again.
"When?" asked Ryo, finally regaining a semblance of normalcy.
"After the D-1 Tournament," replied Takato. "You're coming up for it right?"
Ryo lived down in Kyushu, near Fukuoka. An unhandy distance away, if you asked
him...
"Yeah. I'm coming up for it," affirmed Ryo. "I'm taking the train today as a
matter of fact."
"Anyways.... can you give me a call when you get up here? The group of us can
hang out for a bit and plan our trip." Takato had been eager to see Ryo again.
They hadn't really gotten to know each other.
"All right. Sure. I'm actually supposed to take the train up today..... You
guys live in Shinjuku right?" There was the sound of rummaging about, and a
faint aha. "My train leaves Fukuoka a little past 11:20 and is supposed to
arrive in Tokyo at around 4:30. Let me hop online really quick to check the
Narita Express schedule."
There was the sound of a chair squeaking and then rapid typing. It sounded
like Ryo was really familiar with computers. "If I take Narita Express 28, I
should be in Shinjuku a little before 6pm. Maybe we should meet somewhere near
Shinjuku station..."
"That sounds good," replied Takato. "Um.... statue? We could meet at the
park...? You know, where the Ark brought us home from the Digital World?"
There was a bit of silence, "Sure. I'm pretty sure I can find that place
again. Do you have a cellphone or something I can call you at in case I get
delayed?" asked Ryo.
"Um.... no...?" Takato hadn't quite planned it out that much in advance. "But
Ruki has a cellphone. I can give you that number."
"All-right," replied Ryo, jotting down the number as he gave it. Ruki would
doubtlessly kill him, but it was for a good reason, REALLY. "I'll give you a
call if anything changes then!"
"All right! Bye! See you tonight!" said Takato hanging up the phone and
breathing a sigh of relief.
"Takato!" it was his mother calling. "Can you help your dad bring in the
supplies?"
"Coming mom!" he called out, racing down the hall and down the stairs in a
clatter of feet. He still had plenty of chores to do.
----
Ken closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten.
"Ichijouji...." The whining petulant balky way his name was said could only
come from one person... Daisuke. He sighed internally before the sound of the
keyboard issuing warning beeps made him open his eyes once more. "Your
keyboard's gotta be broke... It's not doing what I tell it to!"
Ken had tried to be nice. Daisuke WAS his best friend. But this was getting
absurd. "No," corrected Ken, grabbing hold of Daisuke's hand before the
spikey-haired boy could cause the blue screen of death from all his wild key
pressing. "Hitting control-alt-delete while the mouse is over Takeru's name
will not boot him off the channel."
"I wanna boot him off the channel!" complained Daisuke. "He's all busy
chatting with Hikari-chan! I can't talk to her with him yammering at her like
that!"
Ken saw the conversation flowing across the screen as he spoke in his most
patient and reasonable of tones. "The only way you can kick someone off the
channel is if you're an OP."
"Huh?"
Not the most brilliant of answers, but he'd come to expect it from Daisuke.
"You need to have ops to kick someone off a channel," Ken repeated slowly.
"Your account doesn't have that priviledge."
"But you have that OP thingy right?"
Ken sighed, "Listen.... We're logged in on your account. Got it? Your email
address doesn't match mine so even if we log in using my nickname you won't
have OPs." He wasn't going to trust Daisuke with that much power so he forbore
to mention that he could have easily gained it.
"Dammit," muttered Daisuke, propping his head on his arm which in turn his
elbow was propped on the table. "I'll never have a chance to ask Hikari-chan
out."
There were the regulars - Koushirou, Hikari, Takeru, Miyako and Iori.
Sometimes International Chosen Children could be found frequenting the channel
but right now, it was just the five of them.
* Hikari: Takeru-kun. My brother's asking if your brother's home.
Takeru was staying with his brother it seemed.
* Takeru: He's making lunch, why?
* Hikari: My brother wants to know if the two of you want to catch a
movie later, he wants to watch "Harry Potter and the Order of the
Phoenix." Ichijouji-san? Miyako-chan? Iori-kun? Izumi-san? Would
either of you like to join us? It's the 3:00 showing.
BingoGirl: Yes-bingo!!!
That was Miyako.
* Iori: I'll have to ask my mother.
* Tentomon: Sure. It sounds fun.
Koushirou used Tentomon as his chat name, named after his Digimon Partner.
Ken leaned over to type a reply quickly.
* Ichijouji: Motomiya's visiting. Sorry. Perhaps another-
Daisuke batted Ken's hand away from the keyboard.
* Ichijouji: We're coming too Hikari-chan!!!!
Ken looked at the screen... already he could imagine all the looks on
everyone's face as they read that single line of text. It was just so wrong...
His line of thought was neatly derailed as someone hopped onto the channel.
* Hikari: Hi there, Millenium!
Hikari was usually the first to greet any newcomers that logged onto the
channel.
* Millenium: RYO WA DOKO?
It was written all in katakana... Where is Ryo?
* Tentomon: Welcome to the channel, Millenium.
* BingoGirl: Are you looking for someone?
* Millenium: RYO WA DOKO?
Ken frowned, mumuring the name, "Ryo.... Millenium...."
Daisuke was usually dense, but he seemed to an uncanny knack for knowing when
something was seriously nagging Ken. "Ken? What's wrong?"
Ken shook his head, "I'm not sure... the name sounds familiar. Ryo...." It was
frustrating trying to remember anything that had occured before his years as
the Digimon Kaiser. Anything related to his first journey into the world was
doubly so. "Millenium....."
Minomon, who could be heard playing on the bed with Chibimon peered over the
railing of the bunk bed. "What's wrong Ken? What about Ryo?" Chibimon's white
face could be seen peering from under the guard rail, looking rather curious
as well.
"Are we talking about Milleniumon?" Chibimon asked, hopping off the bed and
landing in Daisuke's outstretched arms.
Minomon followed, floating over to his chosen. Ken was dimly aware that he was
hugging Minomon. Milleniumon. Ryo. Quickly he let go of Minomon and started
typing as Millenium repeated its question for the 10th time.
* Ichijouji: Everyone! Get off the channel!
That was the last conscious thought Ken had as a brilliant white light erupted
from the computer monitor.