Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Two Cities ❯ Longing For Home ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, or any of the characters or Toyota or Ford. They belong to…whoever, I forget there name, but that's not important. What is important is that whoever owns them better watch there back because soon Catherine will be mine! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Alright, enough of this, onto the fic.

Chapter I

It's been 2 years since the defeat of MaloMyotismon. It has been an uneventful couple of years. The 2nd group routinely goes to the Digital World to make sure everything is okay. Iori is now in junior high, Miyako is in senior high. Taichi, Sora, and Yamato have just graduated. Jyou has already graduated and is in college.

New York City, United States-June 3rd, 2005-9:44pm

Mimi sat on the balcony of her Brooklyn apartment, staring out into the lights of the city that never slept. It reminded her so much of Tokyo, though barley half it's size. School had just let out for the summer, and on cool, summer nights like this one, she would always sit out on her balcony at her home in Tokyo, just like she was now.

They were happier moments, though. She'd always have at least one friend with her on these nights, almost always a chosen. She had gotten her first kiss on her balcony, on a summer night, cool breeze blowing through her hair. As she came to think of it, there were only two times when she lived in Japan that she sat out on her balcony on a summer's night alone: the time she had broken up with her first real boyfriend, and the day she found out she was moving to the other side of the world.

Now, though, she was almost always alone out here. The only friends she really had were the New York chosen. Sure, guys drooled over her and other girls looked up to her (and some girls drooled over her), all considering her the most beautiful girl in the school, but all they saw was big boobs and a nice ass, and she was sincere to herself, as always.

And the New York chosen were few and far between. They were all like Daisuke, Miyako, and Iori, newer chosen, while Mimi was like, an expected to be, Taichi, Jyou, Koushiro, Izumi, and Yamato all put together. How she longed to return to Japan.

Her father was always telling her they would soon. After the first year of her complaining, her parents realized how much she missed it. He kept saying that he would get a promotion soon, that they would be able to return to Japan, that she would leave the depressing life she had here. "Talk is cheap," she muttered out loud.

Paris, France-June 4th, 2005-4:00am

To Catherine, the most annoying noise that could possibly exist, the evil buzzing, the horribly waking screeching known as her alarm clock, ran through her head, turning laying by a pool in her bathing suit with 3 hot guys in their swim trunks fanning her into whining about waking up so early under her bed in her house.

It was, to her dismay, only a few days ago when her parents informed her that she would be spending her whole summer vacation not in her pool in her backyard getting a tan (with sexy shirtless guys fanning her, she dreamed), but in New York City, across the ocean, far away from the luxuries of her mansion (A/N: Heh heh…I love making Catherine rich!).

And now today was the day she was to leave. She had whined and asked why, simply getting answers like "because it will be good for you" and "to get some culture in your life". "Culture my ass," she muttered, slowly getting out of her bed, "I can't help it if I like being a spoiled rich girl. It's just too fun."

She slowly dragged her feet over to her closet, looking for something to wear. I suppose there are some advantages to this, Catherine thought to herself. After all, I'm staying at a horribly expensive luxury hotel with my dad's credit card. I bet they have a pool. Ok, so the sexy guys fanning me will be Americans. That lessens the fun a bit, but still pretty damn good, especially when I'll have room service.

She reached for her typical, favorite, blood red dress (A/N: the one she wore when Tai and TK went to France in 02), but then thought better of it. Horney American boys have to get in faster, she thought in her typical anti-American attitude, still grinning a bit at the thought. It will take those lazy asses to long if I wear a full dress. She pulled out a blood red tank top, which was so short it just barley covered her breasts. I better wear a jacket or something until I leave. Mum would kill me if she saw me in this. To go along with it, she pulled out a short, black skirt. Even for the sexy guys I won't wear pitiful American jeans. She paused, noticing the tall, black, leather boots in the back of her closet, debating whether or not to wear them. No, Catherine said to herself, can't look too much like a hooker on my first day there.

With that thought, she grabbed her normal shoes, along with all her undergarments, and got dressed, still tired. I'll shower when I get there; I'm too tired to do it now. No, wait, when I get there I'll take a nice, long, warm bath in there luxurious bathtubs. Ooo! Maybe the faucet will be gold! Heh…I get excited over the simplest things.

Catherine walked down into the kitchen, wondering whether to have breakfast or dinner, as it would be after time for dinner when she got there. Usually, mum would already have a big breakfast cooked for me, but she isn't up yet. Lucky. I hate waking up early. She got herself a bowl of cereal and ate slowly, trying to enjoy her last meal in France for 3 months.

The challenge was too much for her though, feeling depressed as she finished. Who am I kidding with these clothes? American guys are all fat kids who eat at McDonalds every day. Oh well…the girls aren't fat over there…maybe… Catherine immediately banged her head off the wall several times. No lesbian thoughts! No lesbian thoughts! No lesbian thoughts!

"Cathy?" her mother called sleepily from upstairs, "What are you doing?"

"Er…" Why do people always wake up when I bang my head against the wall? "Nothing, mum! It's just umm…I'm trying to smash this bug on the wall!" Catherine was well aware that the only reason her mum would believe that was if she was half-asleep, which she was, as Catherine hated (and feared, though she would never admit it) every bug on earth.

"Whatever," her mother called.

Catherine walked upstairs and quickly grabbed her jacket out of her closet so her mother wouldn't see her when she woke up. She then went to the bathroom off to the side of her bedroom to do her daily morning bathroom stuff, like brush her teeth, brush her hair, put on her make-up etc.

Before long, the typical hectic morning rush was in full force, except a few hours earlier. Her mum could be heard singing from her shower in her bathroom (We're rich and we never bought anything so we couldn't hear her singing?!), her father was still attempting to get out of bed, and her little brother was running around like the crazed psychotic he was.

Soon they were on their way to the airport with all Catherine's bags. Her parents tried to get her excited about the trip on the car ride there, but she silently stared out the window, saying ta ta for now to her homeland. The whole ride, her brother constantly whined about why he couldn't go. Pitiful little kid, Catherine thought, He doesn't realize how sad Americans are yet. I hope he learns well from me.

Denver, United States-June 4th, 2004-12:34am

Rain had poured down all day, like a god was trying to punish the Rocky Mountains. There was also the occasional clap of thunder, which, as it got later, become much more common, to a point where street lights were not needed outside as there had been so much lightning so often. But it was the kind of storm perfect for putting you to sleep. Lopmon and Terriermon were snoring away at the foot of the bed. As much as Wallace loved storms, he was lying in his bed, still awake. Something was bothering him.

A few miles away, his parents were on there way home from a party. Their dark blue Toyota Corolla sat at a traffic light, the only car in sight, waiting for the light to change. "We had better get home soon," Wallace's mother said from the passenger's seat, "These roads are really getting slick."

The light turned green and they drove out into the middle of a 4-way slowly, trying to be careful. Then, as if her words were magic, a red mustang came speeding down the other road. The car tried to stop, but it slid on the water and hit the Toyota head-on.

The navy blue car skidded back and off of the road. It went over a hill and rolled several times. It finished its accident by landing on it's top, completely mangled, in a creek. The car was about half its original size and the roof was smashed. The windows had been shattered and pieces of broken glass lay all over what was left of the inside of the car. One of the tires was still spinning.

Back at his house, Wallace shot straight up in his bed in a cold sweat.

Tokyo, Japan-June 4th, 2004-4:46pm

Daisuke, Iori, Ken, Takeru, and Hikari had just returned from their daily check of the Digital World, and sat around in the computer lab at their school. Miyako was no longer with them, as she now was in the senior high and couldn't get to the junior high computer lab easily ("I have things to do, I have to live my life!").

Iori quickly glanced at his watch, said something about Kendo, and ran off, leaving the other 4 there. Daisuke, Ken, and Takeru were all sitting, while Hikari stood. Though there was no conversation, Hikari was clearly the center of attention.

Damn! Daisuke cursed in his mind, If I don't get Hikari as mine soon, I think I'm going to explode!

When am I going to get the courage to ask her out? Takeru asked himself. I love her. I've loved her for years. Why am I such an idiot? Yamato's good at this…doesn't it run in the blood? I'll do it once Ken and Daisuke leave…or I'll try to at least.

While Daisuke and Takeru both had frustrated looks, Ken was smiling. I never really noticed how beautiful Hikari was until now. I'm surprised I didn't try to kidnap her when I was the Kaizer…it's a good thing I didn't, who knows what I would have done to a girl like that…

"Do Miyako and Iori make all the conversation?" Hikari broke the 3 guys out of their thoughts.

"Oh," Ken said with his typical emotionlessness, "I guess I better be going." He grabbed put on his backpack, picked up his digimon, and left.

"Daisuke!" DemiVeemon whined, "I'm hungry!!"

"Alright, c'mon," Daisuke picked up DemiVeemon, "We'll go get you something to eat."

Once he was sure Daisuke was gone, Takeru approached Hikari. "Hey, I was just wondering…" He looked not at the girl he was asking out, but the ground, "If you're free tomorrow night…you might…like to go see a movie…with me?" He was incredibly nervous.

Hikari smiled at him. "Sure!"

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Miyako, holding Poromon, walked into the senior high computer lab. "What are you doing now, Koushiro?"

"I think I've just discovered something that could make me millions of dollars!" he said, excited.

"Maybe…make us millions of dollars?" Miyako replied flirtily.

"You never give up, do you?" Koushiro asked not looking away from the laptop he was typing on.

"No, I'll never stop saying stuff like that to you. Or to any other guy."

"Alright, now here's the theory this is based on. From our world, a digital port can be opened to anywhere in the digital world. It should work the same way there. From the digital world, you should be able to open a digital port to anywhere in this world. If this is right, I could cut a nearly day-long flight from Tokyo to New York to a 10-minute trip, maybe less."

"Oh goody," Miyako said without any enthusiasm, "We can go see Mimi."

"Now I hypothesize that the reason we could never open digital ports from the digital world to anywhere in our world was because the D3s only allowed us to open the port we came to the digital world through. But with a little bit a modifying of a D3, we might be able to allow it to open a port anywhere. In essence, it would be the exact opposite of a D3. It could open a port to anywhere in our world, but only a certain port in the digital world."

"Damn…I like computers too and I don't use big words like hypothesize."

"All this thinking is making me hungry. Want to go get something to eat? My treat?"

"Of course!" Miyako replied quickly, "You know I could never turn down a guy offering to buy me food!" Koushiro and Miyako walked out of the room.

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