Note: Digimon belongs to Bandai and Toei. Anything you recognize here is not mine.

It was well past midnight; the black-blue sky shimmered with a hint of dawn. The atmosphere was leaden and stuffed with thick mist. The city of Tokyo was mostly asleep, but some lights were still on. There was a creek of a wooden door and it slid open. Roars of raucous laughter could be be heard echoing through the building's wooden, hollow walls. A seventeen-year-old young man staggered out of the pub, one arm slung around the neck of a heavily-made-up young woman.

"And my supposed father said I'd better get my act together, or he'd cut off my allowance." The young man slurred in his stupor. "Allowance? Fuck allowance. I don't need his god damn charity. He doesn't know shit. He thinks I care about trivia like that. If I want to leave that house and never come back because I'm sick of his fucking face, being broke isn't going to stop me. You hear me? He doesn't know shit!"

"What a bitch!" The girl agreed, straining under his weight. The boy continued to mutter angrily, his voice sinking into incoherence as though he were about to pass out. The girl rolled her eyes. The couple waded through the dirty streets soaked with alcohol and the girl was increasingly tempted to dump the boy where she stood. These hours were unsafe, and a drunk boy like him would be no help if some thug were to attack them.

It wasn't like he was a model boyfriend anyway. He kept talking about some group he was in three years ago (whom he apparently had not contacted in at least two), about some D-Reaper, in whose defeat he boasted he played a vital role (he was certainly lying, she decided), and would never shut up about this girl (whose name escapes her). She should have known, dating a former child celebrity, that he would have a huge ego, that he would want her for nothing more than her full breasts and willingness to show them off. He often spoke at her as though she weren't there, as though he were living in another place, another time and she were transparent, nonexistent. He would speak so earnestly too, in a way that made it impossible for her to stay angry at him, then she remembered that his little spiel is all about him. She was just a wall he was talking to. And that self-satisfied smirk that sent girls swooning: it's infuriating- as though he knew something she didn't, like he were some emperor doing a kindness to a sycophant.

She despised him in return, fooling around with other boys when he wasn't looking, and sometimes when he was looking. Whenever she did that he would withdraw and give her the silent treatment, and that would make her want him all over again. They had carried on like this for two years and became all the more addicted to each other. She knew she was his emotional tampon- without her, he would have no one to moan to about his past. As for her, his hot-and-cold behavior was noxiously addictive. When he paid her heed, her spirit would soar- it was better than crack. When he ignored her presence as he was wont to do, she would sink into dark despair.

Jerking out of her thoughts, she noticed they had wandered into a tall shadow. That's not supposed to be here! She said to herself. She looked up and all she saw was a gigantic dark mass with glowing red eyes. If mist could perform such a feat, she swore it positively wrapped around this monstrosity. Her breath caught in her throat, and all she could hear was her heart pounding in her chest.

"Give me the boy." It ordered her in a cold voice devoid of passion. She did not need to be told twice. Leaving him to slump onto the graveled pavement, she turned and walked the other way, quickly breaking into a nervous run. In that moment, the boy seemed to regain a sliver of his consciousness.

"Seiko…?" He croaked, raising his head from a supine position. "Seiko!"

She did not look back.

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This is:

- Season 1-5 crossover (as in, they all HAPPENED in my universe). They're not all equally featured.

- Will get a bit... dark later on. Will contain character deaths, but I don't do graphic descriptions. Contains minimal (as in, next to none) sexual/romantic content. Some swearing, but only as the need arises.