Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Zone Diaries ❯ Entry 03 - Beast ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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The stories of monster attacks continue with reports of a bright light that lingered over the school where the initial attack was. There is still a lot of doubt about their existence. I don't know what my parents think, they seem to be away a lot more often now because of it.

I watched Dragukimon while listening to the news earlier today. She seems distracted, as though terrible thoughts linger in her mind. I cannot blame her, the same thoughts rest in my mind as well…yet, I do not know if she sees the same sadness and fear I see…

~Ryoko Yukishiro



She slid a blue, ninth grade textbook out of the top shelf of her locker, quietly placing the item in her bag. The young lady would have been totally unnoticed in the crowd of students who were anxious to leave the school after the final bell rang, if not for her long white hair.

"Hey, Ryoko!" another girl screamed out in a high pitched tone. The white haired girl smiled faintly, brushing her hair back, letting it fall halfway down her back, and gazing towards the approaching girl. "H-Hey, do you have the…oh…!" she paused, seeing that Ryoko already handed her what she wanted - a sheet with the data of their laboratory report. "Oh, thank you Ryoko!" she exclaimed, hugging the other girl gently before running off again, waving her hand back in thanks. Ryoko smiled more, watching the girl head away with her crystal blue eyes before shutting her locker and shouldering her knapsack, wading her way through the crowd - like a snowflake.



Ryoko Yukishiro, age thirteen, five feet two inches, ninth grade student attending Don Mills Collegiate Institute. She wore black jeans and a blue T-Shirt. Cars zoomed by as she walked down the sidewalk, alone. Her head was down, the path memorized in her head after only a period of a few weeks.

She rounded the next corner, reaching into her pocket for her house key. The noise of rush hour traffic slowly faded from her ears as she walked deeper into the small residential street. Walking up a trio of steps, she slid the key into the door and opened it, only to find the house empty.

"As usual…" she whispered, smiling a little and kicking her shoes off, shutting the door behind her. Ryoko headed up the stairs and towards the end of the hallway. Entering her room, she found who she was looking for, lying on her bed, reading a book.

"Welcome home, Ryoko!" she spoke, looking up from her book - the novel Ryoko was required to read for her English class. Though the reader wasn't a family member, she was a very close, and secret, friend of Ryoko.

Her friend rolled off the bed, and, despite her side, landed quietly. She stretched out, making sure her tail doesn't knock over while doing so. The blue-skinned dragon stood up, standing 4'7" tall, scratching her light blue underbelly with one of her three pronged claws.

Ryoko smiled, petting the dragon Digimon on the back, gently sliding a hand over the sharp spike fins on the Digimon's back, lightly so that they would not cut her. Her partner remained very still to make sure they don't, suppressing a shiver that went straight down her back with the touch. The Human smiled, letting her bag slide to the floor and sitting down on the bed, feeling the impression left by her Digimon.

"Reading for hours on end again, Dragukimon?" Ryoko asked with a soft smile. Her Digimon looked away shyly, a bit embarrassed, only causing her partner to laugh now. "Ah, come on Dragukimon, you know I was only playing with you," she spoke softly, pulling her partner's head into her chest, petting gently.

"Wanna get something to eat?" Ryoko asked her partner and friend, letting go of Dragukimon's head and allowing her to stand up straight. The Digimon nodded, prompting another smile from her partner. The pair headed back downstairs, beginning another raid on the kitchen.



The pair was back on the bed, Ryoko laid on her back reading the book Dragukimon was reading earlier. Her Digimon, on the other hand, lay on her stomach, reading another novel from the assorted bunch on her partner's bookshelf. The night table beside the bed had a tray with a plate on it. Crumbs of their snack sat idly on the plate.

Ryoko looked up from her book, gazing down at her partner. The Digimon remained focus on her book, the Human smiling at her partner's innocent pose. Ryoko placed her hand on the Digimon's head, stroking gently, causing Dragukimon to purr just like a cat - a practice the Digimon did often.

She watched the Digimon almost lovingly, continuing to stroke her head. Tenderly and gently, her hand trailed down the Digimon's back and back up, before wrapping her arms around Dragukimon and giving her a delicate, caring hug.

"Onee-chan…?" Dragukimon asked softly, looking up towards her partner. A smiled crept up the Humans lips, closing her eyes.

"I love it when you say that…" she answered softly, eyes closed tightly, trying to make her feelings go away. The tears only continued to flow…



Ryoko woke up in the middle of the night, gasping, looking towards the dark ceiling. She shifted a bit, finding herself pinned down with her partner's arm over her body. The peaceful look on the Digimon's face while she slept calmed the Human female, sighing softly and pulling the arm off. Ryoko quietly slipped out of her bed, looking up towards the door and making sure Dragukimon locked it before they went to bed. With a faint nodded, she rubbed her eyes, feeling the dried tears.

"Yeah…I fell asleep crying…" she whispered to herself, recalling what happened earlier. Ryoko tried to rub the dried tears away for a moment, silently stepping towards the window and looking out with one open eye. "They're not home yet…" she spoke softly, noting the lack of a car on the driveway. Sighing once again, she sat down at her table, turning on the fluorescent lamp. She heard the murmur of her Digimon partner as Dragukimon shifted in the bed, probably turning the other way unconsciously.

Ryoko opened a shelf hanging below her desk, clearing some of the mess inside and pulling out a plain looking, grey diary, setting on the table gently. She gently placed the diary on the table, as though it was a delicate relic from the past, opening the book the first blank page she could find. With a pen at hand, she began to write in it.

Dear Diary

I'm sorry I've been ignoring you for so long. I don't know why I've come back to writing in you…no offense to you, there are just a lot of things in here that I don't want to remember.

The writer paused for a moment, looking back on the previous entry in the book, reading the few words she placed there, recalling why there were only so many words in that entry. She sullenly returned to her current entry.

It's been three years since I last wrote in this book. Maybe I feel like apologizing to you, for ignoring you these years. A diary is what I can confide in, and, I'm sorry I haven't been doing so lately.

I guess, what's been going through my mind lately is what's going to happen. The stories of monster attacks continue with reports of a bright light that lingered over the school where the initial attack was. There is still a lot of doubt about their existence. I don't know what my parents think, they seem to be away a lot more often now because of it.

I watched Dragukimon while listening to the news earlier today. She seems distracted, as though terrible thoughts linger in her mind. I cannot blame her, the same thoughts rest in my mind as well…yet, I do not know if she sees the same sadness and fear I see…

Oh, Dragukimon is my Digimon partner…I guess I should explain this from the top. My family finally did move to Toronto - 'The research opportunity of a lifetime' as my parents put it, those words still ring as a clear as a bell to this day. So, we moved here from Japan. I had to leave all my friends behind, my life behind, everything just for my family. It was so depressing…

I'm glad Razei was there for me, the times I've been alone would have been unbearable without him…pains in my body and the depressing feeling of loneliness struck constantly, and I would not have survived without my dear brother…

And then the worst thing that could possibly happen…happened. The Digital Zone materialized…and we were stuck right in the middle of it. I don't know what happened, only to find myself at the edge of the Zone without my brother…and with a Digimon right beside me, Dragukimon.

She looked up for a moment, pausing her train of thought to look back to her partner. The Digimon continued to sleep peacefully without a care in the world. The innocence of the Digimon's slumber calmed the writer's mind and allowed her to return to her tale.

That was three years ago. Three years ago, I moved here. For a month, my brother protected me from everything. Now, Dragukimon has taken over that job…

I miss my brother. Dragukimon understands this, and is trying to do what my brother could not do anymore. I am grateful…Dragukimon is more than the partner she said she was, she's my friend…and sibling… But… nothing can replace how I feel for Razei……

I currently attend Don Mills Collegiate Institute. Dragukimon stays home and reads all the books I keep brining back from the library. Feels like an anime moment in some respect. It's hard to believe she's a Digital Monster…she acts so Human at times.

Digital Monster…Dragukimon is the first and only Digimon I've ever seen. But she said there were more, and it can probably be reinforced by these 'monster attacks' as of late. I have a terrible feeling about this…and yet, there is a lingering feeling that I can not describe…

Well, it's three in the morning right now. I should get ready for school tomorrow. Last day of school for the week, and one test for the day…then I get to relax and be with Dragukimon. Well, good night.

With those final words, she quietly closed the book and replaced the pen. Her eyes fell on the simple diary, placing a hand on it tenderly, and nodding, sliding it to the corner of her desk. With that, she slipped back in the sheets of her bed and hugged Dragukimon gently, falling asleep knowing she was safe.



Ryoko sat on the railing of the portable, balancing precariously, yet without fear. One hand held the book she required to read for English, her other hand holding the railing, only releasing it every so often so that she can turn the page. She was protected from the autumn cold by her grey jacket and black jeans she wore. The wind did little to distract her from her read, only to flail her winter white hair.

She had a short break after finishing the test within the first half of the period. Though a previous class warned of her of the brutality of this particular test, she found them to be simple and harmless - well, at least thus far.

Quickly, she looked up, gazing left and right, looking for someone. The wind howled once more, causing her hair to blow in her face before dying down. She quietly closed up her book and leaped off the railing, pulling her hair back.

"Who's there?!" she yelled out, though the only response was her echo. The wind picked up once more, causing her to shiver as she hugged her body. Without another thought, she collected her bag and hurried back inside the school.



Ryoko trekked to her locker, still unable to get that sinking feeling that someone was watching her. She quickly collected the books she required for the weekend and packed them in her backpack. The hallways were almost totally devoid of life, aside from a few lingering students here and there. She regretted staying those extra minutes in her English class to confirm a detail about her assignment.

She took a step towards her usual exit out the front, but paused, looking over her shoulder. No one was at the back exit of school; yet, a strange, unyielding feeling told her to go back there anyway. The alluring sensation continued to draw her closer, as much as she just wanted to turn away.

Ryoko touched the glass of door, only to have it crumble as a ripple in the air blasted by, causing the girl to fall on her back in surprise.

"What…?" she whimpered softly. Ryoko slowly crawled to her feet, stumbling to the side, her balance thrown off by the sound. Slowly, she cleared her senses, her ears greeted by the wails of car alarms going off all around. The white haired girl looked up, only to be greeted by the sight of cars in the parking lot, glass shattered as well. Strangely, everything else was unscathed, ruling out an explosion in her mind. "A sound wave…?" she asked herself, seeing as no other possible answer.

An explosion in the parking lot knocked her off her feet once more, the far end now burning, black smoke gushing towards the sky. A thunderous roar accompanied the explosion, causing Ryoko to shudder in fear upon hearing it, crawling away slowly.

Her fear dissolved totally, replaced by the alluring feeling she felt before, a strange, unyielding feeling of love and care that ensnared her. Her eyes snapped wide open, leaping to her feet and almost tackling the door open, bounding towards the site of the explosion.

Her sight was met by something that felt like it was out of some fiction novel. Standing a fair distance apart where two opponents. On one side paced a seven foot long tiger, ebony armour almost covering its body entirely, aside from the dark grey fur shown from its unprotected paws and head. Scorch spots of various shapes and forms riddled its body, though hard to distinguish from the black metal protecting its body. It either did not feel it or was just ignoring it entirely, the eyes of beast staring at its adversary with blood red eyes. It paced side to side with confidence, baring its drooling fangs as though a cat playing with its prey.

Across the field, about twenty feet away, was its opponent, a pale-skinned Human female slouched over, panting softly, her white hair partially obscuring her vision. Her battle armour, a black sleeveless vest with a matching skirt, was badly scarred on many sections. The claws of the tiger were obvious doing more to her arm than her wide array of weapons was doing to the tiger. The tiger growled, licking at his claw sadistically, pointing towards the Human, almost smirking. Its opponent crimson eyes glared, standing up tall despite her body's protests, training all her guns onto the tiger. Her right arm was equipped with a pair of weapons: a five foot long cannon slung under her arm and a rifle over the arm, braced to her upper arm, the barrel extending outwards like a hollow cone. Under her left arm was a shotgun, extending from it was a sharp bayonet.

However, the surprising sight to Ryoko was the petite young girl standing a few feet behind the armoured female. The blue haired girl was panting softly, though it was hard to believe she was involved in all this. Her untarnished white blouse and skirt only added to that affect, though she lay there, gazing at a laptop laying on the ground before her, raising her left arm. The arm was wrapped in some sort of metal that Ryoko could not discern. Their battle, however, was clean as day, with a totaled car, more than enough glass blown out, and a field ripped apart with smoldering craters and slash marks.

The battle erupted once more as the tiger leaped towards the Human with immense speed. Its charge was met by a hail of fire power, spherical energy flanked by bursts of purple energy and an attack that was unseen aside from the distortion in the air. The tiger dodged the larger attacks while the smaller bursts of energy did little but singe its ebony armour even further. The glint of the tiger's eyes showed no remorse, leaping upon the Human female. She cried out in surprise, saved by her bayonet as it prevented the tiger's jaws from feasting on her exposed neck. They struggled for a moment, trying to overpower the other. Their lock was cut short as the tiger willing withdrew, pouncing off the female and towards the young girl only a few feet away. The young girl gazed up at the lunging tiger, unusually calm for someone who was seemingly defenseless. Her lips moved silently, her right hand moved quickly. In the next moment, the air around her shimmered, the tiger bounding into the near invisible barrier with little affect. It growled angrily, trying to break the barrier by clawing at it.

Ryoko could only watch the tiger, who she assumed to be a Digimon, flail at the barrier maliciously. She saw the girl inside the shield begin to cower and tremble. Ryoko's mind raced, trying to decipher the thoughts in her mind, partially covered in fear, another angered by the Digimon's actions, the final completely taken over by the unknown alluring sensation that dragged her here in the first place.

"Stop it!" she screamed out, collapsing to her knees afterwards and hugging herself, completely at ends with her mind that suddenly cleared. Slowly, she looked up, the tiger gazing at her with those very same malicious eyes. Falling backwards, fear returned to her system as she inched away slowly, only provoking the tiger to play on her fear. It lunged towards her without a second thought.

Ryoko screamed at the top of lungs, raising her arms to shield herself, eyes closed tightly, awaiting the blow.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, peering through the gap between her arms, the sharp nails of the Digimon's claw a few millimeters away from her. She fell back in shock, breathing quickly, looking up to face the Digimon. Her gaze was on the tiger's crystal blue eyes that replaced the blood red ones earlier. Ryoko gazed into those eyes, her fear quickly fading, replaced by warmth that she could not describe. She slowly reached for the tiger's cheek with her hand, only to have it rejected as the Digimon leapt away, bounding away towards the fence that surrounded the school.

"W-Wait!" she cried out, scampering to her feet and running after the Digimon, the warmth torn away from her so suddenly. The Digimon ignored her pleas, slashing a hole into the fence and bounding off into the distance.

The young girl could only watch the Digimon and her unexpected savior race off, still on her knees, panting softly. The armoured female slowly paced over to her, the weapons glowing bright for a moment before flashing out of existence.

"Are you okay?" she asked the young girl, offering a hand and helping the blue haired girl to her feet.

"Yes…" was the soft response, the girl forcing a smile. "And you?" The older Human only nodded, though her battered armour and worn look spoke otherwise. The fighter looked over the battles site.

"We should report this, the Digimon was stronger then we anticipated," she remarked, almost mechanically. There was a pause between them before the young girl answered, nodding. The pair departed with the screech of sirens blaring towards the scene.



Ryoko raced down the ravine, trying to keep up with the agile Digimon, even though she knew she had no chance to catch up with it.

She cried out as she tripped on the uneven ground, tumbling over and rolling down the rest of the way, landing on her back, dazed by her fall.

"Oow…" she moaned softly, rubbing her back and climbing to her feet, her body aching with the amount of times she fell over today. Her gaze fell upon her surroundings, around the tall grass and a few thin trees here and there. It crossed her mind that a tiger in pitch black armour would have a hard time hiding in here unless it was ri-…

Her train of thought was shattered as a strong blow to her stomach that sent her flying, crashing into one of the trees with a loud crack. Ryoko fell to her knees, stunned by the surprise attack. She fell forward, seeing a dark grey paw with sharp claws rising towards her before she blacked out.



She moved, moaning softly, trying to open her eyes and escape from the black haze that surrounded her.

"Ryoko!" The cry was loud, yet dulled by her dazed senses as she slowly came to. "Ryoko!" the voice cried once more, the girl slowly opening her eyes, focusing on the blur before her. It took a moment for the haze to clear, confronted by the worried look of a Digimon.

"Dragukimon…?" she asked shakily. "W-Whe…ahh!" she cried out, falling back onto the comfort of her bed as she tried to get up, her back aching.

"Ryoko!" the Digimon gasped, almost leaping upon the injured Human, yet restraining herself, grasping her hand tenderly instead.

"I'm okay…" Ryoko replied softly, wincing in pain, but enduring it. Her memories flooded back to her, with the incident at school…to the ravine. "Where am I?" she questioned next, though that was easily answered when she looked around, find herself within the familiar confines of her room.

"I found you lying unconscious and alone on the doorstep after someone rang the bell," the Digimon answered, pointing towards the clothing on the ground. "Your clothes were dirty and you didn't want to wake up no matter how many times I tried. I don't know what happened to you at school today, but you had me worried sick," The Digimon's gaze returned to her partner with a sign of concern and relief in the dragon's eyes.

"I'm…sorry…" Ryoko answered meekly, but smiling, glad for her Digimon's concern. She tenderly stroked the Digimon's check, closing her eyes and laying back flat against the bed. "I think I'm going to sleep some more…my body could use the rest."

"Alright, Ryoko," Dragukimon responded in the dark haze that surrounded the Human. She felt the lights flicker off as she rested on her bed, hearing the Digimon fumble a bit with the lock before the dark room fell into a startling silence. Ryoko caught her breath, a bit afraid, but that soon faded when she felt her partner crawl into the bed with her, the Digimon's arm wrapping protectively around her Human body.

"Good night, onee-chan."