Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digimon.EXE ❯ Session 4: Flying Teapot ( Chapter 4 )

Digimon.EXE

By Wolf O'Donnell

WARNING! May contain Alternative Universe situations and out-of-character experiences. Upon reading this, you hereby agree that you forfeit all your rights to sue me and that I cannot be held liable for any psychological or physical damage caused by the fact that I use British English spelling and that this fanfic contains graphic acts of a heterosexual and homosexual nature (not applicable to FanFiction.net version), extreme violence and use of swear words. Digimon is copyrighted by Bandai and Toei Animation Ltd. Wolf O'Donnell is copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd, although that might have nothing to do with the fanfic. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

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Session 4: Flying Teapot
"I knew it was too good to be true," sighed Ruki angrily, as she placed another Vol au Vent on to her plate. "Why did I ever think that Takato could ever be my boyfriend, the stupid klutz?" She felt stupid for trusting Takato. She felt stupid for thinking that he had changed and that she could finally accept him as a boyfriend, something that she knew he wanted for quite a long time. "Why do I bother?" she wondered out loud.
"Hey, Ruki," called out Alice, as she approached the auburn-haired girl, in an attempt to get Ruki's attention.
Ruki turned round.
"Oh, it's you," she stated in a dismissive tone of voice.
"I saw what happened," Alice told Ruki in a concerned tone of voice. "I'm so sorry, Ruki."
An angry look spread across Ruki's face, as she turned away from Alice.
"Yeah, well I'm not," she informed the blonde-haired girl. In her moment of rage, she momentarily forgot that Alice had also suffered a hurtful break up before when Jenrya left her for Ryo. "I'm glad that we didn't become an item. He would have gotten old real fast."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I now present to you the Leader of the Officials and the DEVA Organisation, Oikawa Yukio!"
A black-haired man with a pale, pale face walked up to the podium. He wore a red shirt and a black tie a purple suit with black trousers and a purple cummerbund.
"Congratulations, new recruits," he said into the microphone. "Welcome to the exciting world of Digital Law Enforcement." He paused for effect. "I imagine that quite a few of you have always dreamed of being a Deva, ever since the DEVA Organisation was created. Well, let me tell you this- all Devas are Officials, yet not all Officials are Devas. What does that tell you? It should tell you that you are the elite of the elite, but that doesn't mean there is no room for improvement."
There was a suddenly flickering of lights. Before they knew what was happening, the lights suddenly switched off entirely.
"What's going on?" wondered one person next to Ruki.
The auburn-haired girl suddenly heard a scream. Then she herself realised why that girl had screamed. The gravity had been 'turned off'. She was floating.
"Stupid dress," snarled Ruki, as she tried her pest to push it back down. Still, she should have realised that in the pitch darkness, no one would have been able to look up her dress... unless they had a flashlight...
"Attention, Ladies and Gentlemen!" shouted a voice that sounded as if it came out of a megaphone. "We have taken control of the Orbital Space Ring's power plants. All you need to do right now is to surrender your valuables..."

"I don't feel so good," whined Growlmon, as the D-Scanner in which he occupied floated out of Takato's pocket. "I think I'm going to be sick."
Takato sighed, as he reached out and grabbed his D-Scanner.
"Don't be silly, Growlmon," he told his Digimon. He looked around him, or tried to, at least. There was no power within the bathroom and toilet paper, and water, was floating all over the place. Takato's eyes nearly bulged out of his eye sockets, as he saw something disgusting float past. 'Gyah! Who forgot to flush?' he wondered quietly, as he tried his best to back away from the brown mass. "This is getting unsanitary," he muttered, before he tried to swim towards the door. That proved absolutely futile, so he grabbed the sink and then kicked himself away from it, propelling himself across the men's room and towards the door.
He grabbed the handle and pulled, kicking off the wall to propel the door and himself backwards. Takato then slipped out, letting the door close behind him.
"Do not go in there," he warned the man outside, before he floated down the corridor.
"Do you think this blackout will last?" asked Growlmon.
"I'm not sure, boy," replied Takato. He had never known there to be a blackout on the power station, not one that had resulted in lack of gravity, at least. "Something's not quite right here."
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing?" shouted a voice from back down the corridor.
Takato whirled round and double-taked. Behind him were several masked men, each carrying black rifles.
"Oh, dear, this can't be good," he murmured, as he saw the masked men advance towards him. Terrorists? Were they from Hypnos? He wasn't sure.
"I thought I'd find you here."
The masked men turned round, only to be confronted by Dr. Lee, Jenrya's father. The greying man rushed towards them, doing a formidable spinning kick that looked even cooler than it should have done thanks to the lack of gravity. It didn't just look cool. The move actually served some purpose, knocking the guns out of the terrorist's hands. One rushed straight towards Dr. Lee, but the man floated back, avoiding the blow.
"Takato, get out of here!" he called out to the brown-haired kid.
"But what about you?" asked Takato concernedly.
"Never mind about me," replied Dr. Lee, as he propelled himself away from one knife-wielding terrorist. "Find Jenrya! Tell him that Operation Shadow has started, as we feared!"
One of the terrorists suddenly whirled round. He kicked himself away from the floor and propelled himself through the zero-gravity corridor.
"Come here, kid!" he said in a threatening manner.
Takato shook his head, and quickly ran for it, or as best as he could in the given circumstances. Swim for it, would have been a better description for what he did. However, what he needed was a boost. He turned round and saw the terrorist getting closer. That was it! Takato kicked out, and managed to- luckily- kick the terrorist in the head. This gave him the boost he needed, helping him to propel himself across the zero-gravity corridor.
Another terrorist reached out and grabbed one of the rifles that had been knocked out of their hands. He aimed it at Takato and opened fire, spraying bullets in the kid's direction. He missed. Takato had already turned the corner.
"Darn!" he cursed angrily, before he propelled himself down the corridor.
"What are we going to do?" wondered Takato, as he floated down the corridor. "Got any ideas, Growlmon?"
"Nope," replied the Digimon.
"Gamma Team, this is Theta Team," crackled a voice. "Be on the lookout for a brown-haired kid wearing a tux."
"Roger," came the reply.
Takato's pupils were wide in fear. He knew that more of the terrorists were coming his way. Looking around him wildly, Takato tried to find a safe place to hide. Anywhere would have done. Anywhere would have been better than out in the corridor, where he could be found and possibly killed.
Four men, dressed exactly like the previous group of terrorists, floated around the corner.
"Darn, I thought I heard voices here," said one of the men.
"You must be dreaming," said one of the other men. "Perhaps you should see a doctor. The Dragon Syndicate's doctors are much better than the Snake Syndicate's, you know?"
Takato watched from the ventilation shaft, the metallic grille keeping him hidden from view. So that was it! They were from one of the four major crime syndicates. He, like every other person in the Earth Sphere, knew the names of the syndicates- Dragon, Snake, Phoenix and Tiger.
"Growlmon, do you know anything about the Dragon Syndicate?" he whispered to his Digimon. "And keep it down, or they'll hear us."
"I've got nothing that you don't know," was Growlmon's reply.
Peering through the grille, Takato checked whether the Syndicate scumbags had left. They were still patrolling the corridor. He guessed that the best option open to him, would be to crawl through the ventilation shaft and see if he could escape and find Jenrya.

The criminal was knocked unconscious.
"Hey, you're pretty good," complimented Jenrya with a smile on his face.
Ruki smiled.
"Thanks," she thanked him. She looked down the corridor. It had been tough, but they had managed to sneak out of the large hall. Alice, Jenrya and Ryo had decided to find Takato, but Ruki had refused... at first. It had taken much convincing, but she had given in. "Come on!" she called out and floated ahead of the others.
The others followed her without argument. After all, they all wanted the same thing, to find Takato and help him out of whatever trouble he had managed to get himself in.
Ryo's D-Scanner suddenly vibrated. He had put the D-Scanner on silent, such that if he received any incoming calls, it would merely vibrate. He reached for it, flipped the lid open and placed the D-Scanner up to his ear like a phone.
"Hello?" he whispered quietly. "Takato!" The others turned to face Ryo. "Where are you?" he asked Takato quietly. "Ventilation shaft?"
"That figures," sighed Ruki.
"The Dragon Syndicate?" exclaimed Ryo. He paused a while, listening to what Takato had to say. "Yeah, he's with me. You want me to what? Okay. Well, look, I'll hand you over to Jen." He removed the D-Scanner from his ear. "Jen, honey, it's for you," stated Ryo.
There was a frown on Jenrya's face, as he took Ryo's D-Scanner, placing it to his ear.
"Hey, Takato?" he greeted. "Why didn't you phone me?" Takato answered. "Look, man, I told you to store my number..." He trailed off, when Takato talked about his father. "My Dad? Operation Storm?" A grimace spread across Jenrya's face, as he heard those words. "Yeah, I know exactly what to do. Takato, see if you can meet us at the basement, at the very bottom floor. Yeah. I'll see you there." He switched off the phone function and handed Ryo back his D-Scanner.
"What did Takato say?" asked Alice concernedly.
Jenrya turned round. He thought he had seen an elevator back down the corridor.
"It doesn't matter," replied Jenrya. "Look, guys, I might need your help," he began, but quietly, so that he could hear the advances of any unwanted company. "The entire Orbital Space Ring's power's been shut down. If we don't hurry and fix the problem, we'll all run out of air."
"Why us?" asked Alice timidly. She couldn't understand why they, teenagers, had to do the job.
"We're Devas, aren't we?" was Ruki's answer to the question. "That's what we do, save the Earth Sphere and junk. Besides, this could earn us big promotions."

The Leader of Alpha Team, the Head of the Dragon Syndicate's current operations, grinned. He was a man with dark navy blue hair that hung down to his chin.
"Things are going smoothly," he chuckled, as he brushed his bangs back. "It won't be long before we drain all the Officials of their funds."
"Things aren't going so well on our end, however," stated a red-haired man that stood at the large supercomputer. This supercomputer was the one that controlled the power plant complex that stretched out from underneath the Officials' Headquarters and half the way to Phyle. "Kabuterimon's got problems," he told the Alpha Team Leader. "We can't steal the Electricity Program. The lock on it is too strong." He turned round to face the Alpha Team Leader, and it was evident that there was a scar over his left eye. It stretched from his eyebrow, skipped the eye and then traversed down to the cheek. If he closed his eyes, the rest of the scar on his left eyelid would have been visible.
"Well, Mr. Izumi, I couldn't care less about the Electricity Program," he told the red-haired man. "What we're here for is the money and to shut the Officials down for good."
An angry snarl spread across Izumi Koushiro's face.
"Look here, if the Officials lose the Electricity Program, then they'll be shut down for sure!" he argued. "If you just steal their money, they'll get more. If they lose the Electricity Program, however, the UN will get angry with them and have them all fired!"
"So what?" asked the Alpha Team Leader. "We're just in it for the money. If we fail to dismantle the Officials and DEVA, then there's always another day."
"Not for Hypnos, there isn't," replied Izumi, as he whipped out his gun, aiming it at the Alpha Team Leader. "Now, if you want to live, I suggest you help me out."
There was a worried look on the Alpha Team Leader's face, as he stood there in front of Izumi. He had no idea Izumi was from Hypnos. In fact, he had no idea that Hypnos was the one behind the entire plan. The gun was horribly close to his face.
"What if I don't?" he asked, still feeling pride for his Syndicate. "What if I decide not to help you Hypnos scum?" he spat angrily.
"I'm the only one here that knows how to return the power," Izumi told the Alpha Team Leader, with a smile on his face. "I placed a lock on the computer. Only I can return the power. If the power isn't returned, we'll eventually all run out of air and suffocate." He smiled at the Alpha Team Leader. "Do you want that, Mr. Ichijouji? Do you?"
The Alpha Team Leader sighed.
"How can I and Stingmon help?" he asked Izumi.

Takato felt dirty and groggy, as he crawled down the metallic ventilation shaft. The place was dark too.
"This is not the way I planned to spend the night," he sighed. "Nope. Crawling down a dark tunnel isn't one of my most favourite activites."
"You never were good at gym," pointed out Growlmon.
"Thanks for pointing that out," said Takato sarcastically. He suddenly banged his elbow and cried out in pain. "Shoot, that smarts!" he cursed angrily.
Growlmon wanted to tell Takato off for swearing, but decided not to. It would have been a waste of digital breath, and besides, they wanted to keep as quiet as possible.
"Shh," hissed Growlmon. "Do you want them to hear us?"
Takato grumbled under his breath, before continuing his journey through the ventilation shaft. If this continued, he would be black and blue all over. He had already banged himself several times within the shaft, several times on his head. It was getting to the point where Takato wondered whether he had received any brain damage.
"I'm telling you, I heard something," said a voice from outside the shaft. It sounded as if it came from below.
"Yeah, right."
"There's nothing wrong with my ears!" shouted the first voice.
"That's what they always say."
"Denial. How sad."
Biting his lip, Takato remained as still as a statue. He didn't want to give his position away to the criminals beneath him. 'Darn, how did I let this happen?' he wondered. He was the clumsiest out of all his friends. If anyone should have been in his position, it should have been someone like Jenrya or Ryo. 'I'm no good at this sort of stuff. Why did I ever think I could be a Deva in the first place?'
Quietly and slowly, Takato decided to edge forward. After all, he didn't know how long they would be in the room outside. He had to get to the bottom floor as quickly as possible and to do that, he had to somehow get out of the ventilation shaft and towards the nearest elevator shaft. Now that Takato thought about it- it was a bit of a tall order to ask from him. Takato wondered whether Jenrya knew that or not.
A ringing suddenly filled the silence and Takato froze in his tracks.
"D-Scanner's ringing."
"Well, it's not mine."
"Nor mine."
"Now who's hearing things?"
"Hey, it's coming from the vents!"
Takato felt every muscle tense up. He knew that he was in for it. He was, as the saying goes, dead meat. That was when the grille was opened and Takato came face to face to an ugly Syndicate thug.
The thug smiled.
"Any last words, kid?" he asked Takato.

To be continued...