Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Jihad Diaries ❯ Chapter 7

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How does one tell reality from illusion? How does one tell dreams from real life? How is it one can distinguish between the two? You can't. It's impossible. You would need an outside influence to `turn on the light', so to speak. Without the person who would `wake' you from your dreams, you would live in a mystery forever.

For over a week now, I have been in this so-called Digital World. I have become partnered up with the most silent of digimon: Clear Agumon. And to make matters worse our group has now become 'prisoner' to this weird cloaked `person.'

I can't tell if this is a reality or a dream, but right now either one might as well be a nightmare.

- Jeremiah “Jason” Wellingston

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Jihad Diaries: Tales of the Israeli Destined
Chapter 7: Learning
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T he sound of screaming filled the night, as a younger Dov slipped out of bed and sneaked outside his house trying to find their source.

Once outside, he hurried over to find just what the source of the screams were. It was a lucky thing he knew the area like the back of his hand, so he was able to find an area where he would be `safe' if something was moving throughout the night.

To his surprise something was moving through the night. He didn't know what it was but it carried a wicked looking, curved blade dripping with blood held fast to a long slightly bent staff. The whole weapon filled the young boy with fright. It screamed evil and he knew he couldn't allow himself to be seen.

More screams could be heard; blood curdling screams that froze the young Levi's blood. Worse yet they came from the direction of his shuel! There was Chanukah service tonight!

Against his better judgment, the young boy moved away from his hiding spot and made his way towards his synagogue, making sure to use his `his' route instead of the open road. Not only was it faster, but it kept him out of sight of those… ghosts.


Finally, he made it the building before his shuel and to his horror; the boy noticed that many of the spirits seemed to be floating around the area with `red' on their weapons. From the holy building came a fresh chorus of screams that chilled the boy's very blood.

It was just then he spotted Rabbi Mortichai Goldstein, his schoolteacher. Apparently, he also had heard the screams and had come to investigate. Although much to the younger boy's shock, the man still carried the textbooks that he seemed to carry with himself at all times.

“Does he ever let go of those books?!” Dov mused as he watched as various images of his schoolteacher taking the books to his bed when he went to sleep or when he took a bath came to mind.

He was taken out of his musings when he heard a shout. He looked back down at his teacher to notice he had spotted him. However, instead of getting the usual scolding he normally would get… the man was dead quiet.

His books fell first, and then he crumpled to the ground as if he were a marionette whose strings had been cut.

Dov accidentally knocked part of the `roof' away from the building when he saw this. If the `spirits' didn't know where he was before, they certainly knew now.

And they weren't too pleased.

Three ghosts hovered up towards where the frightened boy lay, paralyzed in fear.

The youngest male Levi child could only watch as their demonic red eyes stared into him as if looking into his very soul.

Slowly, the spirits raised their blades high…

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Dov suddenly sat straight up and shoved a figure that was just above him out of the way. He was so shocked he neither knew where he had just put his hands to shove said figure or just what gender the person was. All he knew was he successfully sent the figure to the floor.

“Well, if you didn't want any more of my Tender Loving Care you should have said so in the first place. It makes things much easier.”

Dov opened his eyes and blinked for a bit, both unused to the light and the mysterious voice. It sounded feminine and almost sultry in tone. It reminded him of one of those websites on his computer that Essau occasionally left open.

The figure got back up from the ground, although it was very slowly, mostly from its tan-like cloak making it lose its footing. This allowed the Jewish boy to see just what was inside. First thing he noticed was that its hands seemed to be giant in an inhuman way. Almost hypnotized by the alluring feminine eyes, Dov unconsciously remarked how it seemed she must have put her make up on in the dark. As for the rest of her … he glanced into the cloak to see if he could find anything else. Curiosity was the only thing guiding him now, not his brains. When he did looked deeper he noticed that her green skirt was slit high up…very high up. He could even see a hint of white sticking out from beneath a flap on her upper calf. Suddenly a nude picture of the figure popped into his head and he turned his face abruptly trying to hide the blush.

”See something you like?” She said as she got to her feet. She seemed to take great pleasure in how her `assets', which Dov had unknowingly grabbed when he pushed her off, seemed to bounce around as she stood up.

It took a second for the young boy to figure out what the female (there was no doubt in his mind that it was her true gender) figure was hinting at. When he did figure out, his blush deepened and he hid his hands behind his back.

”What… erm… you're a digimon…right?” he questioned, all the while mentally wondering why he sounded so shy.

“What else would I be human? A `spirit' perhaps?” the way she spoke `spirit' it made it seem she was mocking his dream.

“How did she know about the `spirits'? I didn't speak in my dream, did I?” He mentally screamed as he attempted to figure out just where she found it out.

”Down boy, no you didn't speak in your dream. If not for your dear sister's condition, I'm sure she would have heard your shouting just now. You're such a screamer… little boy,” she winked as she said this, and watched as the Jewish boy's face went bright red.

”But... but… but…” Now he was both embarrassed and confused. The women... she was... she was... well she was something else, that was for certain. She was unlike anyone he ever met.

”Your sketchbook however does tell an interesting tale. Come now; a journal inside your own drawing book?” She was baiting him, and he knew it.

”Where is Sara?!” he questioned. Although he was curious as to where his sister was, the younger boy wanted desperately to change the topic.

”Prude. Anyways, it took me longer then most cases to help, most likely due to you and your companions being of the human kind, but I was able to heal your sister. If not for your friend Jason, I wouldn't have found her in time.”

“Jason actually helped?!” he thought incredulously, as he reflected on the Irish boy's behavior. His glance instantly narrowed.

”Yeah, although he sounded pretty down about not being able to help more, he kept muttering something bout `dreams' and `heroes' while searching though.” She continued on, not even stopping to pay attention to the boy's expression.

”You're kidding me,” he stated this with sarcasm almost dripping from the statement.

”No, seriously, he told me that he felt it was entirely his fault it occurred,” she said in a `matter-of-fact' tone.

”Whatever, just take me to my sister,” he demanded. The games were getting annoying and he was sick of them.

”If you say so…” she said cryptically. With that said she headed towards the door. When she reached the door she turned back and glared at Dov, something he noticed she was too good at.

“Move it or lose it little boy. You're the one who wanted to go anyways.” She said as she walked out the door. Dov rushed out the door to follow her.

Through out all of this conversation, no once did the boy actually figure out that the `digimon' had just read both conversations, in and outside his head.
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”That's it!” shouted Faye as she picked herself up and walked in front of Ajami and sat back down around his line of sight. He was lying on the `bed' of the cell with his arms crossed behind his head and just stared impassively at the ceiling as if it were the only thing to do.

”Speak, damn it!” she screamed into the boy's ear, which caused him to stop staring at the ceiling, give her an odd glance and then move away from her.

”What the hell does it take to get you to speak?! Do I have to strip in front of you?! Speak damn it!” with this said she walked right back up to him and shoved his face into her tits.

Only thing that the boy did was turn bight red, then move farther way in the cell.

”Damn it!” she abandoned her `challenge' for the time being so she could relieve her frustration by sending a fist into the wall. When she stopped she could tell that Solo's eyes were now lively with an untold twinkle in them. This pissed her off to no end. She walked right up to him and growled angrily.

”Damn it! Solo! Why the hell can't he speak! I know you know something!” while she yelled this at the older man, Faye's left eye developed a faint twitch. Her pocket let out a faint `humming' as the boy whispered something to the nature of “crazy”

She fished into her pocket and retrieved her digivice. It was vibrating slightly and annoying Faye to no-end. ”Oh great now this blasted piece of junk is acting up!” she all but shouted as she glared at the digivice.

Clink

Faye looked startled as she noticed her cell door was roughly opened and a `Stingmon' entered into the cell. He looked much like your normal Stingmon save for his orange hair shifted more to the red side than the orange the species she had normally seen possessed.

His wings appeared from no-where and started to beat the air roughly. Without warning, he then charged into Faye, sending her flying back towards a cell wall. The American girl found herself held down by Solo as the humanoid bug snatched her digivice from the girl.

”Do not do something stupid, you're unarmed remember?” halfway through the sentence his words lost the `American' feel to them and became heavily accented.

She waited for the Stingmon to exit before breaking out of Solo's grasp and glaring at him.

”What happened to your voice?” her tone was anything but friendly. As she said this Solo's eyes seemed to show emotions the man wasn't meaning to say.

First they were blurry, as if thinking about some past thing, changing into a sort of `twinkle' as if he arrived at an amusing conclusion.

“You haven't noticed it have you?” The maddening twinkle in his eye increased as he asked this. “Oh yes, he knew something all right”

“Noticed what?!” she all but shouted. Her patience was fading rapidly at the older man's expressions.

“Calm down child. I mean, you've noticed that your understanding of my language has changed… has it not?” That damned twinkle wasn't leaving anytime soon from what she could tell.

“So, you gained an accent to your words `big whoop'?” By now she put both hands on her hips and hunched over the still healing man. Dignity be damned! She wanted answers!

“Accent?” He looked a tad perplexed as he said this. Faye was only glad the twinkle was gone from his eyes.

“You were talking like a normal westerner a few seconds ago, now you sound as if you had a mid eastern accent the entire time!” exclaimed the irate pre-teen.

“I speak in the way I normally have, well since I met you.” The twinkle appeared again.

”Care to tell me what the hell you mean before I show you the meaning to the phrase `Hell hath no fury, like a women scorned'”

”Interesting phrase, I might want to remember that for later …” his eyes clouded over in thought, but Faye seemed to get even more ticked off at being ignored.

”Get on with it!” she shouted.

The younger man woke out of his thinking and looked over at the girl who looked a few seconds from ringing his neck. He decided it was time to stop `beating around the bush'.

”Your device must hold a program that I thought Gennai was still only theorizing!” he explained in amazement.

“Huh?”

“It's a translator program. It was a pet project of Gennai's that I didn't expect to see for a long time,” his eyes seemed to cloud again, but quickly cleared when he heard Faye growl.

”What the…” she wasn't able to finish her speech before Solo took over.

”It allowed you to understand and speak the native tongue of this region,” he said simply.

”You mean to tell me, the only reason I have been able to understand everyone here… it wasn't due to this world?” she questioned, desperately trying to grasp what was going on.

“Digimon as a whole speak the languages that closely related to the area's they inhabit. For instance, the Digital Stonehenge area is connected to your London. Thus the digimon there will mostly speak English, or the Digital Amazon inhabitants speak mostly Spanish or Portuguese. Here in the Desert of Database, the dialect is mostly Arabic. Also your human companion and the various ones who still may be out there... they most likely do not speak English. Even my accent is quite thicker to what you're used to. You said something earlier about my accent changing? That's due to your loss of the translation program,” he explained.

“You mean I won't understand anything from that kid… Ami-something-or-another until I get mine back?” Suddenly Faye felt as if she were once again in Mrs. Franklin's room back in elementary school. This entire conversation sounded like the psycho-babble she loved to speak in.

“Ajami. And no you will not,” he stated in a tone that left no room for argument.

“Lovely, abso-fucking-lutely lovely.” As she growled this, Faye turned around and headed to the cell wall with the window.


”How long is it going to be Kittenmon?” she mentally questioned, before deciding to retreat back into her `corner' of the cell. She was too damn frustrated to deal with Ajami or Solo anymore.


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”Damn it to Apocalymon! Where the hell could more brats be?” shouted Kittenmon as she once again made a sweep over Hub. Her stomach growled in such a way, she couldn't forget even if she tried.

She didn't even want to think of the `cost of freedom' that was paid earlier. It ruined her lunch, as she had to throw it in another direction to confuse the Stingmon. Now, she was once again in the alleyways and starting to lose hope. It seemed that the brats were either not around or were already killed by Marsmon and his cronies.

”Keep thinking about how life will be with Faye, Keep thinking about what life will be with Faye” It took her a while for the manta to work, but when it did she felt much better. It had been over a week since she promised Faye that she would find the 'destined' and still she was having no luck.

”Hey pretty-kitty, miss me?” the child evolution knew that voice. It could only mean one thing. Black Terriermon had returned. Sure enough his shadow appeared in front of her. It wasn't hard to guess that he was on the roof above. It was times like these she wished she could fly. Searching on the ground was bad for the feet in this heat, not to mention in this area cold breezes were very few and having fur was not a good thing.

”I would rather take a bath!” she yelled back, as she tried to dismiss him. But as fate would have it, he wouldn't take her hint.

”Oh! Can I come?” he was hovering just above her, just out of range of her jumping up and slashing at him. As soon as she stopped pawing at him he landed on the ground.

”No, I don't bathe with filth, it goes against my code as a feline,” she growled out briefly before, trying to run away from him. She stopped quickly when her stomach seemed to communicate its displeasure by growling in a tone that an annoyed Lynxmon would be proud of.

“Well, you could always clean me with that tongue of yours, don't worry I would return the favor,” he stuck out his tongue after he said this for extra effect.

She was about to reply when something started to drop on her head, then another thing too. She looked up again to see Black Terriermon had a basket of food he was dumping things from. At the point she was at the proud feline wasn't about to ask `where' he got it, or `how' he got it. Just was glad she had something to eat. She would find out about it later anyhow.


”You're annoying.” she grumbled, she was far too tired to escape herself, let alone take the food from the idiot digimon in front of her. So she decided to make do with what she had, for the time being of course. She just twitched her hands and punctured the circular fruit with her claws and lifted it up so she could eat from it.

”You wouldn't love me if I wasn't,” he retorted as he too ate one of the fruits, this one was one of the uncommon “Pentagon” types. The dog digimon nibbled on the sides as best as he could.

After the meal was over, Kittenmon started to walk again, only to find that Black Terriermon had packed all the left over fruit and started to hover in her direction.

“What would it take for me to have you leave me alone?” she said questioned in an exasperated tone.

“A wild night, a few pups and kittens and you hunting me for child support,” he answered with a grin.

”Seriously, why are you following me? No games.” she had turned around and now glared at the hovering digimon again. To her surprise he seemed to stop and land, staring her directly in the face.

”Why do you care?” his face had lost his humor and he seemed down right cold. Something Kittenmon never expected in a million years.

”Who knows,” she replied in as flippant manner as she could.

”Looking for my partner,” he retorted simply before Kittenmon interrupted.

”Eh? You too?” Gone was the bitchy cat, replaced by the curious kitten.

”…Ole giant teeth's men separated him and me long ago. His name was Aja… Ami… Jam… damn it's been so long I can't remember him.” Black Terriermon's eyes went glossy as he said this. A far off look came to his eyes and Kittenmon regretted ever asking before.

”I'm trying to find the others so Faye can escape,” she replied simply.

”Hey why don't we team up? After all, we are on the same side,” his face seemed to lighten up considerably, as if he wasn't sad just a few minutes ago.

”…Fine.” was the simple reply Kittenmon gave as she started to walk off.

”I think this is a start to a Bea-utiful friendship,” he replied hovering down towards the walking kitten and glomping her before running away from the once again, pissed off Kittenmon

“Oi Vey, I really need to get my head checked for this!” those were the last words Kittenmon thought as she started to get caught up in the fun of chasing Black Terriermon, starting to act like, a Kitten instead of a cat.