Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Apple Sauce ❯ Special Delivery ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: I am Foxglove 
Quick one-shot set in the immediate aftermath of the Digimon's return to the real world [post-series]. Referencing and inspired by the Tamers Drama CD: Message in a Packet.
Someone has a quick stop-off to make on his way home ...
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.29.2009 | Updated On: 07.30.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 336 | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed
Quick one-shot set in the immediate aftermath of the Digimon's return to the real world [post-series]. Referencing and inspired by the Tamers Drama CD: Message in a Packet.
Someone has a quick stop-off to make on his way home ...
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.29.2009 | Updated On: 07.30.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 336 | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. No, seriously.
i. Special Delivery
It was a blustery evening in late October when a visitor called by the restaurant after hours, claiming to have a package for a Miss Jeri Katou. He was roughly eight and a half feet tall and had interesting taste in headgear.
Her face white above her chequered pyjamas, Jeri had stumbled out the door before her father had a chance to slam it shut and alert the police, or maybe the military. Speechless, he and his wife could only watch as the behemoth handed off a nondescript cardboard box, his demeanour an almost comically polite contrast to his initial bravado.
Complimenting this exchange there was a brief and equally befuddling conversation; something about a delay, computer jargon, some sort of boat ("Ark?") ride, and there was somebody who'd worn themselves out apparently - although that could have been a joke, because Jeri peered into the box and laughed, breathlessly. After that the stranger turned to make his exit, but the little girl stopped him just long enough to ask about a letter or a message of some sort, and whether it had gotten wherever it was supposed to go. Red-faced and suddenly tongue tied, the visitor mumbled that it had, and something else that may have been a thank you, but she only smiled.
And then he was off, his great dark wings rattling the wind chimes on the porch, and Jeri went back inside, and there was a ball of snoozing white fuzz in the box, and that night, for once, she slept undisturbed.
i. Special Delivery
It was a blustery evening in late October when a visitor called by the restaurant after hours, claiming to have a package for a Miss Jeri Katou. He was roughly eight and a half feet tall and had interesting taste in headgear.
Her face white above her chequered pyjamas, Jeri had stumbled out the door before her father had a chance to slam it shut and alert the police, or maybe the military. Speechless, he and his wife could only watch as the behemoth handed off a nondescript cardboard box, his demeanour an almost comically polite contrast to his initial bravado.
Complimenting this exchange there was a brief and equally befuddling conversation; something about a delay, computer jargon, some sort of boat ("Ark?") ride, and there was somebody who'd worn themselves out apparently - although that could have been a joke, because Jeri peered into the box and laughed, breathlessly. After that the stranger turned to make his exit, but the little girl stopped him just long enough to ask about a letter or a message of some sort, and whether it had gotten wherever it was supposed to go. Red-faced and suddenly tongue tied, the visitor mumbled that it had, and something else that may have been a thank you, but she only smiled.
And then he was off, his great dark wings rattling the wind chimes on the porch, and Jeri went back inside, and there was a ball of snoozing white fuzz in the box, and that night, for once, she slept undisturbed.
- fin -
A/N: Referencing and inspired by the Tamers drama CD, which is set a year after the series finale and can be found here (just remove the spaces): http : // onkei-kun . livejournal . com / 20268 . html