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Author's Note:

Well, I didn't think I'd ever be writing Digimon again, but if I have new ideas, guess I should just write instead of leaving them floating around. I'll try this out for a bit and see how it goes, and how I feel about it.

A few things before I start. Firstly, this fic is entirely based off the Japanese version of Digimon (the version I'm more familiar with), not the English dub. Hence, the Digimon names, attack names and terms used are the original Japanese terms. If applicable, I will try to provide the dub terms to the best of my knowledge, which will be found at the bottom of the chapter. However, no dub names will be used in the fic itself.

I think I did a good job of confusing people by mixing Japanese names and dub names in the previous fic. I'm going to be more consistent here. Even if the name may seem unfamiliar, it's still the same Digimon.

The first example here would be Fladramon, which is the original name of Flamedramon.

And if anyone here is reading this after my other Digimon fic, welcome back! I did mention to many of you that I would not be doing a Dragonmorphs sequel, and it still applies. This fic is not a Dragonmorphs sequel, nor is it related is any way. It's a completely new start that I hope you'll come to enjoy as much as you did for the previous.

Prologue: Rising Flames

By nightdragon0

Akishima, Tokyo. 2015

BOOM!

An ear-splitting explosion pierced through the relative silence of the night.

Accompanying that was the screeching of metal, shattering of glass and yelling of men as they retreated. The affected area of the city had been cordoned off, but there was little the police officers could do to stop their mark.

Especially since it was a massive, yellow armored creature resembling the fusion of a quadruped dinosaur and a turtle. A species of Digimon in particular, known as Tortomon. While towering over the smaller humans and vehicles already contributed to its intimidation factor, it was the jagged, spiky protrusions layering the shell on its back that was its real threat.

The Digimon fired these off at random, smashing through several of the surrounding buildings and sending the debris raining down onto the streets below.

"What are we supposed to do about it?" One of the officers shouted to his partner.

"We just wait. They've already called for backup." Came the reply.

"But how will that help? The lot of us here aren't doing any good!"

"The higher-ups know what they're doing. You'll have to get used to this sort of thing happening every now and then." The senior office pulled his partner behind the cover of a building as a patrol car went flying.

The junior opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the roaring of an engine. Speeding down the street on a black and red motorcycle was a youth dressed in a black leather jacket, black gloves and brown pants.

Seeing the two officers waving him down, the youth slowed down and stopped, removing his helmet to reveal his neck length black hair and brown eyes. The boy couldn't have been older than 21 or 22, and to have a civilian out here was certainly out of the ordinary.

"Hey what are you doing out here kid?" The junior officer asked sternly. "How did you get past the road blocks?"

"Relax pal, here." The youth waved calmly, raising his left hand.

Strapped around the wrist was a white wrist-guard with a red-colored, rectangular device attached to it. With a mechanical whirl, it slid into the palm of his left hand and flipped open, much like a foldable cellular phone.

The junior officer stared in confusion at the symbol displayed on screen, which seemed much like a dragon's head with two downwards-pointing swords crossed behind it.

"It's all right, let him through." The senior officer said. "He's the backup."

"Thanks guys, just leave it to me." The youth winked, darting round the corner.

"All units, D-PRED has arrived." The senior officer spoke into his comn-link. "Pull back and let them handle it."

"D-PRED? The digital response team."

"Indeed. Any Digimon related incidents are their job."

"But how would that…"

"Just watch."

"Hey! You!" The youth shouted, strolling up to the rampaging Tortomon. "Yeah you! The big overgrown shell-headed freak! You're in violation of a bunch of laws and stuff! So how bout you give up now before I have to get nasty?"

The Tortomon only responded by firing off a bunch of its shell plates straight at the youth. The latter didn't even try to move, but instead raised a fist and punched the nearest plate away.

It wasn't so much of his punch, but rather the reddish glow that emitted from his fist, which scattered the plates. That certainly startled the Tortomon, with the clearly visible look of surprise on its face.

"Keh, did you think I was really some normal human or something? Get real!" The black-haired figure smirked. "Oh well, I was looking for a fight anyway!"

Raising the device strapped to his left wrist, he crossed his arms and slid the device down the length of his outstretched right arm. As he slid the device, its screen began glowing until a bright, reddish light had emitted.

"Charge! D-Break!"

The aura of red light then shrouded the young man's body. When the light cleared, a clearly dragoniod figure stood in his place.

A blue-scaled dragonoid that stood upright, with only his belly, neck and jaws being white. He was armored at his double-jointed knees, feet and wore gauntlets on his hands. Several lighter pieces consisted of a sleeveless vest, leather straps around his arms, a mask with a single horn protruding and a leather utility belt around his waist. With the exception of the leather straps and belt, each piece of his armor or clothing was decorated with a red and yellow flame pattern.

"Fladramon!" He roared, raising his claws. (1)

Tortomon immediately fired off its shell plates again, only to miss as Fladramon leapt into the air.

"Knuckle Fire!" Fladramon fired off a series of small fireballs from his claws, many of which smacked Tortomon in the face and neck.

The larger Digimon stumbled and Fladramon took advantage of this by diving into a flying kick that knocked Tortomon several feet back. Undaunted, the huge turtle swiped clumsily with its claws, missing again as Fladramon rolled to the side.

Leaping up against the side of a building, the fire dragon kicked off and broke into his trademark attack.

"Fire Rocket!" Setting his body ablaze, Fladramon charged headfirst, bashing into Tortomon's head with a miniature explosion.

At least, it was where Tortomon's head would've been if it hadn't drawn its head back into its shell.

Nevertheless, the attack was done. Fladramon attempted to let his motion carry him over to his opponent's back, only to have a hail of Tortomon's shell plates end up flying into his path.

"Rarrgghh!" Fladramon went spinning, crashing through the window of a nearby building. "Grrr! That hurt you bastard!"

The fire dragon jumped right back out, slicing Tortomon across the face as he went back down to ground level.

Meanwhile, the two police officers were watching the Digimon battle from behind their cover.

"I've never seen one of their agents up close before." The junior officer remarked.

"Amazing, isn't it?" His partner nodded. "He may look like a kid, but that armored blue dragon is his true form."

"True form?"

"Yes. He's really a Digimon, just a different species from that turtle-thing. That fancy hand motion he does to charge the Digivice is supposed to recharge their energy after having to constantly spend it to maintain their human disguises."

"Should I be asking how you know all this?" The junior officer queried.

"Oh, I know a couple more of their agents." The senior officer replied calmly. "You can actually spot them fairly easily. They need to have that Digivice make contact with their bodies at all times, otherwise they revert back to their true forms. Just don't go disrupting them without a good reason, or…"

A car then pulled up to the two officers, interrupting their conversation.

"What's the situation?" A woman of about 24, with shoulder length black hair, leapt out.

Together with her was a man of similar age with short brown hair, and wearing sunglasses even though it was late at night.

"Ms. Itou! Mr. Tachibana! It's good to see you." The senior officer greeted. "One of your colleagues seems to have the situation under control."

"Our colleague?" The male muttered, shifting his sunglasses and staring towards the battle. "Yuri, when did we have a Fladramon in our squad?"

"Must be that new fellow they said they were transferring from one of the branches in the United States." Yuri replied.

"Rather enthusiastic, isn't he?"

"The report did say he was very 'hot-headed' and 'trigger-happy'. I didn't think they meant it literally."

"So…should we help him out?"

"Of course. Let's go Ryouta!"

"OK!"

Similar to the one before, both Yuri and Ryouta activated their wrist-mounted devices, bringing them up into their palms. While Yuri's device was orange, Ryouta's was black. Each one repeated the same motion of sliding the device along his or her right arm, causing a matching color of the auras to materialize.

"Charge! D-Break!"

"Rrrrr!" Fladramon somersaulted backwards, landing in a crouching position and shooting his Knuckle Fire attack, which Tortomon blocked by pulling its head into its shell.

This one had a pretty tough shell, but it was slowly weakening. So, he just needed to…

"Strike Fang!" A blur of purplish flames suddenly rushed past him, knocking Tortomon onto its side.

Another dragon leapt out of the flames and landed beside Fladramon, dusting himself off.

Although rather similar to Fladramon in body structure, he was instead purple-scaled with a white belly. Most prominent of his armor was a featureless gray mask over his face, revealing an orange mane beneath, and a single horn on the back. Some parts were armored, such as the shoulder pads, gauntlets and tip of his tail, but the rest of his outfit consisted of a pair of green pants and a choker around his neck.

Noticeable too were the series of tattoos on the exposed section of his chest.

"You're a Strikedramon." Fladramon grinned. "Nice to have a fellow dragon help me out."

"Why the hell are you out here by yourself?" Ryouta snapped. "You were supposed to report to headquarters ages ago!"

"Well, I sort of got lost. Then I heard about this…"

"Cut the chatter you two." Yuri jumped between the pair. "Finish the fight before we talk!"

As a Raptordramon in her natural form, she resembled an orange velociraptor, though with much of her body covered in gray armor. The gray metal formed a pair of wings on her back, a helmet, as well as armor for both her claws and legs. (2)

"Yeah, sorry." Ryouta muttered, turning back to their opponent, who'd managed to get back onto his feet.

"Ambush Crunch!" Yuri sped across the area and drove her fangs and claws into the Tortomon's front leg. "Turn him over where he's vulnerable!"

"Rarrwww!" The male dragons joined in, attacking the same leg.

Even though all three were smaller, their combined strength was enough to pull Tortomon down and flip the turtle over onto its back.

Ryouta and Yuri had barely stepped away when Fladramon leapt into the air.

"All right! Now he's mine!" The fire dragon roared excitedly.

In mid-air, he was in a prefect position to use any one of his attacks. However, what he did instead was trigger his gauntlets to retract and shrink into wrist bracers. Doing so revealed his more versatile, three-fingered claws beneath. Reaching to a pouch behind his back, Fladramon whipped out a pair of sleek, silver pistols.

"Gekiringa!"

He immediately let loose with a hail of energy shots, all of which pierced the Tortomon's upturned belly. The turtle continued howling and threshing for a while before it finally fell silent, its body breaking up into data particles and disintegrating.

Both Ryouta and Yuri stopped and stared as the Fladramon coolly bounded off a lamppost and landed beside them.

"What the heck was that?" Ryouta gasped.

"My own style, my original attack." Fladramon proudly spun the twin guns around. "I'm Yoshikawa Shinya. Nice to meet you!"

The lamppost which Shinya had pushed off had unfortunately been shaken loose, and was now on the verge of collapsing. However, Shinya didn't notice it with his back turned.

"And these here are the Gekiringa, or Imperial Wrath Fangs. My personal modification off the classic HK USP9." He continued proudly. "Packs quite a strong punch, including armor piercing, semi-automatic firing…"

"Shinya…" Yuri began.

"Don't interrupt! I'm almost at the good part…" Shinya stopped in mid-sentence as he heard the creak of the lamppost falling. "Oh sh…"

WHAM!

Ryouta and Yuri both slapped their faces, sweatdropping as Shinya lay on the ground with his eyes going round in swirls.

"Ow…did anyone get…the number of that truck?"

"Well, I can see why they kicked him over to our side of the world." Ryouta moaned sarcastically.

"Really? Were it so easy…" Yuri sighed.

Notes:

(1) Fladramon: Japanese version name for Flamedramon, as explained above.

(2) Raptordramon: Japanese version name for Reptiledramon.