(Word count: 818) The DATS train's rusted steel seats feel rough and cold as I move my hands back and forth along them, trying to calm my nerves. We had run out of Transporters two days ago, so now we must take the train to get to the Digital World. It's a two long
day trip between there and the human world. Only one day has passed, and we've only sat in a very awkward silence. My eyes dart towards the left side of the cart, where the clock is. 9:53 PM. Almost two days, then. We'll be there soon enough.
I look straight ahead at Blossom, my Lalamon, sitting on the only cushioned chair in the entire vicinity. She glares at me with her hardened eyes, showing her strong loathing and distaste for me, her human tamer. I take in a deep breath and sigh. I look away, but I can still feel her forest green eyes trained on my body.
Instead of having to take this, I decide to go to sleep. As I drift off, I begin to think about the first time Blossom and I met...
I'll remember that night as long as I live, and I'll carry that memory even past the grave. It was a Friday night, around 7 PM, give or take ten minutes, and I was on my first official mission. It was given to me by Commander Sampson himself, who had patted me on the back, given me a half-smile, and handed me my Digivice. My first mission was supposed to be an easy one: befriend a Digimon and make them your partner. It had sounded easy enough, but boy was I wrong.
I walked along the concrete sidewalk, humming a tune by Neon the singer. There were numerous Digimon sightings around Yokohama Village, especially around this street and the one up ahead, but I couldn't come into contact with a single one. I checked in backyards -- with the resident's permission, of course -- as well as peeking inside of cars. Every nook and cranny was searched not once, but twice.
After three hours of searching, I checked my watch to see the time. It read 10:24. I took in a deep breath and sighed, and began to shuffle my feet in a gloomy fashion, very slowly. I began to pass by the local elementary school, Yokohama Elementary, when I heard a scream. It was a feminine scream, and it was unlike any scream I had ever heard before. It wasn't human.
I took off into a sprint towards where I heard the scream, nearly falling several times while trying to get there. Luckily, whoever's in charge of security here had forgotten to lock the front gates. I ran past the empty parking lot, with only one street light working; I crawled under the white, grainy wooden fence, which enclosed the playground, and that's when I saw her. She was floating two feet off the ground, hunching over in despair. She was surrounded by three dark grey Gotsumon, each one larger than the other.
I was never trained or lectured on a situation such as this one. We were only taught basic skills and explored very simple situations. Not this. No. Nothing like this.
I crawled behind a red slide that curled two times around a pole. I peeked out for a brief moment and saw the Lalamon try to flee by raising her altitude, but she nearly fell in the process.
"Whaddya s'pose we do with her, Boss?"
the smallest Gotsumon asked, looking directly at the largest one. I can't say I was surprised that the largest one was the leader, because it's like that even in animal packs, but if I could somehow bring down the large one, then the other two might be disoriented for a few moments.
"We turn her into salad, boys! You hear me? Lalamon salad!"
The largest one began to laugh at his own joke, and the other two followed suit. Their laughs were the kind of nervous laugh that you would fake in an awkward situation.
I figured that while they were distracted, it was time to pounce. I ran out towards them and kicked the largest one right in the head as hard as I could. It stung, but it was worth it. I saw the light go out of it's eyes as it fell over, and the paniced looks on his lackey's faces. They ran over to their boss, trying to wake him, avoiding me in the process. I would have thought that they would attack, but I guess I was wrong.
"Are you all right?" I ask the Lalamon in a soft tone, assuring her that I won't hurt her. As the words leave my mouth, a deep violet aura surrounds my right hand. My eyes light up at the sight of this, and I recognize it immediately. I had found my partner.
I jolt awake, alarmed by the sound of the train's horn. I look to my right to see Blossom, who jolts awake a minute later. Her eyes are wide, and beads of sweat drip across her pink leaves.
"Did you have that dream, too?"
She asks, unaware that we've reached out destination.
"Yes," I reply, grinning.
she says as she looks down at the rusty grey flooring. "I shouldn't have been treating you this way, Ink. We're meant to be Tamer and Partner, not just acquaintances. Please forgive me."
I know she's being sincere.
Before I can reply, I'm interrupted by an unfamiliar voice: the Digimon Train itself. "That's why partners like you two are always put onto my train. After all, I wouldn't be called the Soul Train for nothin'!"