The Once King 1

A complete racket outside woke you from your slumber. You could hear people shouting and screaming. 'Sounds like a fight.' you rolled your eyes, and rolled over in your bed, dragging your pillow with you and curling it around your ears to drown them out.

Honestly, didn't people have any tact? It was your summer vacation, and you wanted to rest in peace without having to put up with all the pretenses and lies you had to pretend with in your everyday life at school, just to keep the suspicion off of you.

Hacking the computers and databases of the human world government was easy as pie compared to what you used to use the skills you inherited from Andromon for. But, there were already enough eyes on you as it were, as an emancipated minor. Hacking the government databases only took you so far when busybodies got mixed in.

It was so mindboggingly tedious having to dumb yourself down and take part with the children your age. It made you horrified to remember that you were once like that. Your mentality had grown much faster due to what you had to do in the digital world, and being exposed to fractions of the memories of digimon much older than you when they passed on some of their skills to you.

Every time one of the teachers tried to talk to you like a child, even though you were one, you were tempted to punch them out. It was demeaning as all hell, for a king to be treated like that!

But honestly, even then, you could barely muster up the enthusiasm to do anything about it. It was too much of a bother to care about.

You eyed the device strapped to your right wrist. Small, rectangular in shape and a golden yellow in colour. And like always, the screen frizzled with static.

Your chest throbbed with pain, and your throat hitched. Even now, after two years apart it hurt to think about your two partner digimon. At least in the beginning, despite being apart from them, you knew they were safe. But a year ago, the screen turned to static. At first, you hoped it was just a glitch, maybe the limited software breaking down, but no, you could see see the inventory and items you had left over stored within it. Which meant, it truly was, from the death of your digimon.

Your mind even now couldn't fathom such an outcome. Your digimon partners were far beyond any normal digimon. Even that cunt Analog and his Chaosdramon couldn't measure up. In their life of that time, by time your digimon were Rookie's, they were as strong as Ultimate Level Digimon, the pinnacle of digimon strength at that time. And they digivolved four times further through your machinations each. So much so, that each of them could easily overpower any of the 'mega-level' Machinedramon Analog had created, and even his 'ultra-level' Chaosdramon stood no chance against your own, even just one on one.

And their forms, in the end, as your own Chaosdramon and Metal Seadramon, had left the limits of a flesh and blood body behind, and become near immortal. The only way they could die, is if they were killed by something with enough power to bring them down. Which you just couldn't believe. The only one who knew how your digimon got to that level, were you and your digimon themselves, you kept the results of your research on how they got so strong to yourselves because of how horrifying the process had been.

That and it might have been selfish. But, your digimon went through hell to get that strong, a hell created by your own hands that you may never forgive yourself for having to do. You weren't about to let others get that power just handed to them.

You sighed. Your eyes dipping closed again. But just as you were about to fall back to sleep while ignoring the ruckus outside. A banging on your front door alerted you.

"Fuck sake!" you growled, throwing your warm, silken bed sheets aside and standing up. You were clad only in a pair of black comfortable shorts, showing off a well muscled build that was quite out of place on one as young as you, and would probably bring up all sorts of worries about stunted growth, if it wasn't for the fact that it was a result of the digital world and your growth was going fine. Plus, you liked the comfortable feel of silk against your skin after all within your bed and marched out of your room, towards the door.

You unlocked the front and jerked it open, an angry snarl on your lips, "What?!"

"Err, hello young human, will you please come with me?" a floating eyed blanket like creature asked, blinking dusky black and gold glowing eyes at you, and gesturing outside with a large dark blue clawed arm.

'...I'm not dreaming am I?' you wondered as you stared at, what was unmistakably a Bakemon standing in your front door. And outside, where you could see tens of dozens of them floating through the building and streets, herding and dragging people away.

You were about to pinch yourself, when a massive glowing beam of light erupted from your right arm, where your V-pet device was strapped. It was too important to ever let out of your sight.

"AAaah!" the Bakemon screamed and flinched back, covering its eyes with its massive blue arms. That's right, Bakemon were pretty terrible for champions. Abysmal physical abilities and many weaknesses, one of them being intense bright light.

As far as Bakemon went. You were pretty much an expert on the species. they were the foundation of your research and plan on making your digimon as strong as they became.

But, for some weird reason, the light did not hurt your eyes, despite how bright it was. Your breath hitched as you looked at the light, seeing it coming from your V-pet, and before your very eyes, the golden rectangular shaped device changed, becoming rounded, and the golden yellow color bleeding off of it, replaced by a light, bluish grey.

'What the hell is going on!?' you panicked.