Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Frantic ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Kizzo 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Romance / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.17.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 303 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Romance / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.17.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 303 | Status: Work In Progress
Frantic
-Kizzo
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Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
This story is loosely based on several books and movies I've watched such as the Bourne Trilogy,
novels by James Patterson, Annie Solomon, and Michael Crichton.
Background Info: Tai and Kari are unrelated in this story, as are Matt and T.K. Also, age
differences among the characters are different than they are on the show. For example, Izzy is
several years older than most of the other characters, and Kari is older as well. The age context
should make sense as the story goes on. There are several references to national agencies such as
the FBI and the CIA. I have absolutely no idea what actually goes on in these agencies, so any
content referring to them is purely fictional. Also, Japan is mentioned quite a few times and since
I am not Japanese, I had to improvise. Please forgive and correct me if anything I write about is
wrong or not accurate. My only knowledge of the country comes from the animes I watch ^^; I
hope you enjoy reading this!
--
His death was quick, but not quick enough. The bullet took care of what the injection left behind.
It was surreal, watching him writhe and gasp for life on the floor like that. His eyes stayed open,
locking the sheer look of terror and morbid realization permanently in place. What a shame. He
had always been so vigilant, so careful. But now, the expression in his dead eyes was a testimony
of his mistake. A testimony of what happens when you let your guard down.
Chapter One
Her eyes shot open. In her mind echoed the scream that wrenched her awake. What was it? Who
was it? She remained still, flat on her back in her queen-size platform bed. Straining to hear past
the blood thundering through her ears, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling. Her breathing was
uneven, her heart rate fast and jumpy. She brought her eyes down as she ever so quietly brought
her head a few inches off her pillow to scan the room.
Street lights seeped through the windows. One by one, she checked off the items in her room.
Door closed just as she had left it, bookcase and vanity set sitting silently against the wall,
dresser by the closet, armchair in the corner. Clothes folded and resting on the ottoman. She
squinted. Her clothes? Of course my clothes! But just to be sure, she switched on the lamp beside
her. Light pierced through her eyes all the way to her brain. Wincing, she quickly turned the
lamp off. She tossed the blanket aside and gingerly placed her feet on the cool wood floor, using
her toes to feel around for her slippers. The clothes on the ottoman were her running clothes and
the moment she reached for them she felt a sudden urge to put them on. And as if by some
predetermined fate, she saw her tennis shoes on the floor right next to the ottoman fully equipped
with socks stuffed inside.
The clock on the bedside table flashed 1:33 A.M. and her first bout of hesitation filtered through.
Who went for a run at 1:33 in the morning? But the restless quivers in her legs overpowered her
reason. The immediate relief she felt after exchanging her pajamas for shorts and a t-shirt erased
all doubt. She left the front door locked and crept out the back door; the cool night air kissing her
clammy skin. She hadn't even begun to run yet, so why was she sweating so much? She took off
at a steady pace, letting her legs guide her body down the familiar route she always ran. It was
automatic. She knew her way around The Village like the back of her hand. The small, forgotten
town outside of Arlington, Virginia had a proper name and was technically still part of the bigger
city, but to the few who actually lived there, it was affectionately dubbed 'The Village'. A light
drizzle suddenly began to dance along the ground, cooling off the heat and sweat emitting from
her body as she continued to pump her legs. Down the block, past the fire hydrant and to the left.
Four blocks later she could see the beginnings of the local park as the houses dissipated making
room for the tall trees and bushy undergrowth.
An unsettled feeling loomed over. Was she being followed? She glanced over her shoulder as she
continued to run, but there was no one there. Of course there's no one there! She scolded herself.
But the moment she brought her attention back to the path ahead, she saw a crouched figure in
the middle of the sidewalk. Too late to stop, she collided with the figure and landed with a thud.
But just as soon as she fell, she felt herself spring back onto her feet, keeping her legs bent low
and set apart. She whipped around. A man rose to his full height, holding his hands up in
surrender. "Sorry." She stared at him, cautiously. He was tall and lean, almost lanky if it hadn't
been for the well sculpted muscles that hugged his bones. He was strong, she could tell, but she
could take him down if need be. Whoa, where did that come from? "I uh, didn't see you coming,"
He continued sheepishly. "Guess I'm not the only one crazy enough to go on a run this time of
night. You okay?"
"Fine." Sora answered tersely, lifting some of the weight of her legs as she slowly rose. But for
some bizarre reason she kept her fists clenched at her sides. She scoped his image with her eyes
again, bringing them back to his face when she didn't detect and weapons on him.
He nodded and outstretched a hand. "I'm Tai by the way. Tai Kamiya."
"Sora Takenouchi." She shook is hand, feeling its rough texture against her smooth palm. "What
were you doing on the ground?"
He grinned. "I dropped my phone. It's so damn dark I can't see a thing. Would you mind helping
me look for it?"
"Sure." She crouched down to the ground, running her hand along the edge of the sidewalk
where cement turned to grass.
"You looked kind of scared back there," Tai began, then gave a small laugh. "Thought you were
going to sock me in the eye or something. You some kind of warrior princess?"
"Art collector," She answered, and gave a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I
own a small gallery downtown. What about yourself?"
"Lawyer."
She brushed her hand against the cool grass when it fell upon something plastic and rectangular.
"Found it." She handed him his phone.
"Thanks," He tipped his head, grinning a lop-sided smirk as he rose and offered her a hand as he
gently pulled her to her feet. "You need an escort back home?"
"I'm fine thanks. I live just around the corner," She hitched her thumb over shoulder.
"Right," Tai nodded. "No body ever needs an escort. Well, thanks again." He flashed her another
smile before continuing his run towards the park.
She watched his form shrink as it got farther and farther away. She suddenly felt exhausted and
turned around and jogged back home.
-
Tai hopped the fence when he reached the other end of the park and bolted towards his car. He
started the engine and flipped open his cell phone, dialing the number he had committed to
memory long before. While the other end rang, he reached into the back seat where he pulled out
a small square-shaped GPS tracking device. He switched it on where a map of the area
illuminated the screen, a tiny black dot blinked its way down the streets and around a corner. The
line stopped ringing, replaced by a smooth, familiar voice. Tai cradled the phone between his ear
and shoulder. "Finished." He didn't bother introducing himself.
"So soon? Are you sure it was her?"
"She introduced herself to me," Tai said, watching the GPS screen. The black dot was no longer
gliding across the screen. It blinked unmoving in the middle of Kentucky Avenue. "Her face also
matches the photos you showed me. It's her."
"Condition?"
He pictured her. Medium-height, and slim; it was easy to tell by those shapely legs that she kept
herself in good shape. God, she had incredible legs. Other than that deer-caught-in-headlights
look she sported, her face, like her vivaciously colored hair, was quite remarkable. Her
photographs did not do her justice. "Fine as far as I could tell."
"No slurred speech? Dizziness? Disorientation?"
"Should there be?"
"Don't ask stupid questions Kamiya."
"I thought there was no such thing. Anyway, her mind was anything but disorientated. She's got
uncanny reflexes, almost went for blood when she ran into me."
"Ran into you?"
"I dropped my phone while jogging."
"Clumsy you."
"Don't act like you've never dropped something before, Izzy," Tai scoffed.
Izzy laughed. "I'll keep you in mind the next time I experience butterfingers. In the meantime,
keep your eyes out and don't lose track of her."
"Don't intend to." Tai switched off the GPS. "What is this all about anyway? You sent me here
two days ago and I still have no clue why."
"Exactly. But you'll know when you have to."
"Meaning what exactly?"
"Meaning do your job well and you won't have to ask."
"Why do you have to be like this?" Tai scowled. This wasn't Izzy's first vague, cryptic,
practically indecipherable explanation Tai had received. Far from it.
"Well done Tai, but do me a favor and refrain from calling when it's two in the morning."
"But you said-" Too late. The line disconnected. Tai could picture the satisfied smirk on his boss'
face as he tossed his phone down into the passenger's seat. He shifted the car in drive as he
steered out into the open streets. Driving slowly through the neighborhood roads, Tai turned onto
Kentucky Avenue counting off the houses as he peered out the window. He slowed the car,
pausing briefly as he gazed up at one house in particular before zooming off.
--
So there's the first part, hope it was readable. Please review! This story is complete and finished;
all I'm waiting for is reviews to upload the rest of the chapters!
^^v
-Kizzo
--
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
This story is loosely based on several books and movies I've watched such as the Bourne Trilogy,
novels by James Patterson, Annie Solomon, and Michael Crichton.
Background Info: Tai and Kari are unrelated in this story, as are Matt and T.K. Also, age
differences among the characters are different than they are on the show. For example, Izzy is
several years older than most of the other characters, and Kari is older as well. The age context
should make sense as the story goes on. There are several references to national agencies such as
the FBI and the CIA. I have absolutely no idea what actually goes on in these agencies, so any
content referring to them is purely fictional. Also, Japan is mentioned quite a few times and since
I am not Japanese, I had to improvise. Please forgive and correct me if anything I write about is
wrong or not accurate. My only knowledge of the country comes from the animes I watch ^^; I
hope you enjoy reading this!
--
His death was quick, but not quick enough. The bullet took care of what the injection left behind.
It was surreal, watching him writhe and gasp for life on the floor like that. His eyes stayed open,
locking the sheer look of terror and morbid realization permanently in place. What a shame. He
had always been so vigilant, so careful. But now, the expression in his dead eyes was a testimony
of his mistake. A testimony of what happens when you let your guard down.
Chapter One
Her eyes shot open. In her mind echoed the scream that wrenched her awake. What was it? Who
was it? She remained still, flat on her back in her queen-size platform bed. Straining to hear past
the blood thundering through her ears, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling. Her breathing was
uneven, her heart rate fast and jumpy. She brought her eyes down as she ever so quietly brought
her head a few inches off her pillow to scan the room.
Street lights seeped through the windows. One by one, she checked off the items in her room.
Door closed just as she had left it, bookcase and vanity set sitting silently against the wall,
dresser by the closet, armchair in the corner. Clothes folded and resting on the ottoman. She
squinted. Her clothes? Of course my clothes! But just to be sure, she switched on the lamp beside
her. Light pierced through her eyes all the way to her brain. Wincing, she quickly turned the
lamp off. She tossed the blanket aside and gingerly placed her feet on the cool wood floor, using
her toes to feel around for her slippers. The clothes on the ottoman were her running clothes and
the moment she reached for them she felt a sudden urge to put them on. And as if by some
predetermined fate, she saw her tennis shoes on the floor right next to the ottoman fully equipped
with socks stuffed inside.
The clock on the bedside table flashed 1:33 A.M. and her first bout of hesitation filtered through.
Who went for a run at 1:33 in the morning? But the restless quivers in her legs overpowered her
reason. The immediate relief she felt after exchanging her pajamas for shorts and a t-shirt erased
all doubt. She left the front door locked and crept out the back door; the cool night air kissing her
clammy skin. She hadn't even begun to run yet, so why was she sweating so much? She took off
at a steady pace, letting her legs guide her body down the familiar route she always ran. It was
automatic. She knew her way around The Village like the back of her hand. The small, forgotten
town outside of Arlington, Virginia had a proper name and was technically still part of the bigger
city, but to the few who actually lived there, it was affectionately dubbed 'The Village'. A light
drizzle suddenly began to dance along the ground, cooling off the heat and sweat emitting from
her body as she continued to pump her legs. Down the block, past the fire hydrant and to the left.
Four blocks later she could see the beginnings of the local park as the houses dissipated making
room for the tall trees and bushy undergrowth.
An unsettled feeling loomed over. Was she being followed? She glanced over her shoulder as she
continued to run, but there was no one there. Of course there's no one there! She scolded herself.
But the moment she brought her attention back to the path ahead, she saw a crouched figure in
the middle of the sidewalk. Too late to stop, she collided with the figure and landed with a thud.
But just as soon as she fell, she felt herself spring back onto her feet, keeping her legs bent low
and set apart. She whipped around. A man rose to his full height, holding his hands up in
surrender. "Sorry." She stared at him, cautiously. He was tall and lean, almost lanky if it hadn't
been for the well sculpted muscles that hugged his bones. He was strong, she could tell, but she
could take him down if need be. Whoa, where did that come from? "I uh, didn't see you coming,"
He continued sheepishly. "Guess I'm not the only one crazy enough to go on a run this time of
night. You okay?"
"Fine." Sora answered tersely, lifting some of the weight of her legs as she slowly rose. But for
some bizarre reason she kept her fists clenched at her sides. She scoped his image with her eyes
again, bringing them back to his face when she didn't detect and weapons on him.
He nodded and outstretched a hand. "I'm Tai by the way. Tai Kamiya."
"Sora Takenouchi." She shook is hand, feeling its rough texture against her smooth palm. "What
were you doing on the ground?"
He grinned. "I dropped my phone. It's so damn dark I can't see a thing. Would you mind helping
me look for it?"
"Sure." She crouched down to the ground, running her hand along the edge of the sidewalk
where cement turned to grass.
"You looked kind of scared back there," Tai began, then gave a small laugh. "Thought you were
going to sock me in the eye or something. You some kind of warrior princess?"
"Art collector," She answered, and gave a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I
own a small gallery downtown. What about yourself?"
"Lawyer."
She brushed her hand against the cool grass when it fell upon something plastic and rectangular.
"Found it." She handed him his phone.
"Thanks," He tipped his head, grinning a lop-sided smirk as he rose and offered her a hand as he
gently pulled her to her feet. "You need an escort back home?"
"I'm fine thanks. I live just around the corner," She hitched her thumb over shoulder.
"Right," Tai nodded. "No body ever needs an escort. Well, thanks again." He flashed her another
smile before continuing his run towards the park.
She watched his form shrink as it got farther and farther away. She suddenly felt exhausted and
turned around and jogged back home.
-
Tai hopped the fence when he reached the other end of the park and bolted towards his car. He
started the engine and flipped open his cell phone, dialing the number he had committed to
memory long before. While the other end rang, he reached into the back seat where he pulled out
a small square-shaped GPS tracking device. He switched it on where a map of the area
illuminated the screen, a tiny black dot blinked its way down the streets and around a corner. The
line stopped ringing, replaced by a smooth, familiar voice. Tai cradled the phone between his ear
and shoulder. "Finished." He didn't bother introducing himself.
"So soon? Are you sure it was her?"
"She introduced herself to me," Tai said, watching the GPS screen. The black dot was no longer
gliding across the screen. It blinked unmoving in the middle of Kentucky Avenue. "Her face also
matches the photos you showed me. It's her."
"Condition?"
He pictured her. Medium-height, and slim; it was easy to tell by those shapely legs that she kept
herself in good shape. God, she had incredible legs. Other than that deer-caught-in-headlights
look she sported, her face, like her vivaciously colored hair, was quite remarkable. Her
photographs did not do her justice. "Fine as far as I could tell."
"No slurred speech? Dizziness? Disorientation?"
"Should there be?"
"Don't ask stupid questions Kamiya."
"I thought there was no such thing. Anyway, her mind was anything but disorientated. She's got
uncanny reflexes, almost went for blood when she ran into me."
"Ran into you?"
"I dropped my phone while jogging."
"Clumsy you."
"Don't act like you've never dropped something before, Izzy," Tai scoffed.
Izzy laughed. "I'll keep you in mind the next time I experience butterfingers. In the meantime,
keep your eyes out and don't lose track of her."
"Don't intend to." Tai switched off the GPS. "What is this all about anyway? You sent me here
two days ago and I still have no clue why."
"Exactly. But you'll know when you have to."
"Meaning what exactly?"
"Meaning do your job well and you won't have to ask."
"Why do you have to be like this?" Tai scowled. This wasn't Izzy's first vague, cryptic,
practically indecipherable explanation Tai had received. Far from it.
"Well done Tai, but do me a favor and refrain from calling when it's two in the morning."
"But you said-" Too late. The line disconnected. Tai could picture the satisfied smirk on his boss'
face as he tossed his phone down into the passenger's seat. He shifted the car in drive as he
steered out into the open streets. Driving slowly through the neighborhood roads, Tai turned onto
Kentucky Avenue counting off the houses as he peered out the window. He slowed the car,
pausing briefly as he gazed up at one house in particular before zooming off.
--
So there's the first part, hope it was readable. Please review! This story is complete and finished;
all I'm waiting for is reviews to upload the rest of the chapters!
^^v