I don't own the Digimon themselves, but… all the characters are MINE. Got it? Also, this is an attempt at an 'episode format', where each chapter is a specific episode. Each 'break' is a change of scene, or where a commercial break would be.

He could hear them coming. It was all over for him, and it was his fault. He growled at the thought of the bastard that had left him to die. He'd been bound to the wall, unable to move while the others made their escape.

As the humans rushed in, and as his data was being reconfigured into a Digi-Egg, Beelzemon screamed, "LUCEMON!"


Chiharu Miura ran down the street, frantically looking around. Her mom had told her to meet her at the mall, but, being new to the city, she had no idea where it was. I need help, she thought. She saw a large school, and figured that she could ask directions. She bolted to the entrance, and when she entered the building, she was breathing heavily.

"Can I help you?" the woman at the reception desk asked.

"Um, yes," Chiharu said sheepishly. "I'm new to the city, and I need to get to the mall. Could you give me directions, please?"

"No problem," the woman responded with a smile. "You just continue down this road, take the third left, follow the street for a while, and take your first right. You'll see it then."

"Thanks," the brunette called over her shoulder, already on her way out the door. Mom's going to kill me for being so late…


In a small, dark room, there were seven large eggs. Each was on its own small table, and the door to the room was sealed shut. A guard was patrolling right outside it.

One of the eggs began shaking slightly. The longer it shook, the more it moved, until it eventually fell off of its table and rolled towards the door.

The guard, who heard the thud inside, unlocked the door to the room, and stared for a moment at the egg at his feet. How could this have happened? He took out his cell phone and dialed the Headmaster. "Sir?" he started. "We have a problem. One of the Demon Lords' eggs moved. It rolled off the table." A pause. "Yes, I think it might have reacted to someone."

"This could be a problem," said the voice on the other line. "Check the security footage. I want to see who it was that entered this building when the egg reacted."

"Yes, Sir!" the guard said, and hung up. He made his way to the security room. As he opened the door, a strange-looking woman turned her head towards him. She had long white hair, even though she still seemed fairly young, and her eyes were completely red. She wore a bizarre black, skin-tight outfit, and one of her hands was much larger than the other and ended in long red claws.

"What do you need?" she asked him.

"LadyDevimon, can you pull up the security footage from all the entrances from a few minutes ago?" he asked.

"Okay," she responded, doing so. "Why?"

"An egg reacted," the guard said. "It's important that we find who made it react as soon as possible."

"I understand that finding a human like that is important," LadyDevimon said, "but this one is more than that. Why?"

The guard looked at her, and said, "Whoever this person is, they're bonded to a Demon Lord."

LadyDevimon's eyes widened a fraction, and as the security footage played, they each watched to monitors closely. "Wait!" the guard said. "Freeze it right there." LadyDevimon did so. The guard pointed to a screen near the bottom right, showing the front entrance. A girl with long, light brown hair was walking in. "That's the exact moment I heard the egg fall. That's our girl."


"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Chiharu's mom asked angrily.

"I'm sorry," Chiharu muttered for about the tenth time. "I got lost. I told you, I had to stop to ask for directions."

Her mother sighed. "Well, at least you're safe."

They were almost home, and Chiharu watched out the window, trying to memorize the way home from the mall. When she looked at the house as it neared, she saw a silver car on the street right in front of it.

"Mom?" she asked. "Are we expecting anyone?"

Her mother shook her head. "I don't think so."

They both got out of the car and headed toward the door. When they entered the house, they saw Chiharu's father sitting at the table across from a man in some sort of suit. When he saw them, he smiled. "Hey, guys," he said.

"Who's this?" her mother said.

"Oh, this is Nakayama-sensei. He's from one of the schools in the city," her father explained. The man turned to both of them, stood, and bowed.

"Hello. Are you Chiharu?" he asked, and she nodded. "Earlier today, you had to stop in a school to ask directions to the mall. Am I right?" Again, she nodded, not understanding where this is going. "That school was the Japanese Branch, and Headquarters, of Digimon Academy."

Her eyes widened. Digimon Academy? That school where kids partner with Digital creatures and learned how to become Tamers and fight with them? She'd never been interested. She hated violence, and that's all she ever saw Digimon used as: tools of violence. "What do you want from me?" she asked bluntly.

"Chiharu, to put it simply, we need to enroll you at Digimon Academy," Nakayama said, and Chiharu fiercely shook her head.

"I'm not interested," she said.

"I'm sorry, but that's too bad," the teacher countered, and her mother was about to say something when her father interrupted.

"Honey, we need to talk," he said, pulling her into the living room, leaving the child and teacher alone.

"What did you tell my dad?" she asked.

"Exactly what I'm about to tell you: this is what you have to do. I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice in this. You've been chosen."

"Chosen by who, exactly?" Chiharu asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't answer. After a few minutes, her parents returned.

"Honey," her mom said, "you have to go. I know you don't want to, but it really is for the best."

She glared at her mom. How could her parents do this to her? There must have been something Nakayama had told her parents that he was keeping from her. She sighed. "I guess I have to," she finally gave in.

"Good," Nakayama said. "Because you're already enrolled. Pack your things, we're going back right away."

Chiharu blinked. Was he serious? But she decided not to argue, since it wouldn't get her anywhere anyway. She finished packing fairly quickly, since she'd never finished unpacking when they'd first arrived about a week ago. She carried her suitcase downstairs, dejected. Her mother loaded her and her stuff back into their car, and they followed Nakayama back to the Academy. When she got out, she looked around. When she'd run in before, she hadn't had time to admire the surroundings. She'd been too worried about how late she was.

"Good-bye, Honey," her mom said. "Have fun, and be careful." She gave her daughter a hug and a reassuring smile before getting back into the car and leaving. Just like that, she was stuck there. She walked back into the building, and sat in one of the chairs.

The lady at the reception desk looked up and flashed a bright smile. "I see you're back already. That was fast. I'll let you know when they're ready for you."

Chiharu glanced around, and noticed that Nakayama was no longer there. Did he seriously have the nerve to take her from her home to this strange school, and then just leave her there alone?

A girl walked over to her. She had what looked like a purple woman with this whole flower theme going on following her. "Hi!" the girl said with a smile. "I'm Asuka Kudo, and this is my partner, Lotosmon. Are you new here?"

"Yeah, just today," Chiharu said, holding up her suitcase to indicate that she had literally just arrived. "I'm Chiharu Miura. Um, Nakayama-sensei brought me here. Where is he?"

Asuka laughed. "He has a habit of disappearing."

Lotosmon sighed. "He'll leave in the middle of class, and half the time he forgets to come back." She shook her head. "It's always an adventure here."

Chiharu laughed just a little. "Seriously, though. Where is he? He said it was really important that I come here, and now that I'm here, he's gone!"

"I don't know," Asuka answered truthfully. "But he'll be back, I'm sure. I hope we wind up in the same dorm. I mean, we won't at first, obviously, because I'm in Dorm A, and all newbies are put in Dorm D. But they're pretty close, so we'd be able to visit a lot."

Chiharu smiled. She'd managed to make a new friend fairly quickly. Asuka was very nice. "I hope so."

Just then, Nakayama, along with a security guard holding a large egg, walked back over. Nakayama smiled at Asuka. "I see you've been keeping our friend company. Thank you, Kudo-kun."

Asuka just smiled. "No problem." She looked at the egg, and then at Chiharu. "Is she…?"

"We're about to find out," the teacher replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. As soon as the egg neared the new girl, it began shaking. The closer it got, the more it shook, until eventually, it flew out of the guard's hands. It rolled on the floor until it stopped at Chiharu's feet, where it continued to shake. She watched, intrigued, as it slowly began to crack. Light began seeping through the cracks, and the egg finally split open, showing a small creature that looked like just a purple head with pointed ears.

"So it was him," the guard muttered, confusing both girls.

Asuka looked slightly disappointed. She turned to Chiharu and sighed. "Looks like we won't be able to dorm together after all…"

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

"The egg reacted to you. That means that you were supposed to come here," Asuka explained. "You aren't a Tamer. You're a Digi-Destined." She turned to the teacher. "Right?"

"Yep," Nakayama said, and Chiharu was confused by his change in personality since they'd arrived. Back at her house, he was very formal and polite. Now, he acted very carefree, and kind of goofy.

The small creature that hatched out of the egg looked up at Chiharu. "Are you going to pick me up already, or am I going to have to sit here all day?"

"Right, sorry," Chiharu said, bending down to pick up her new partner. "So, what does it mean to be a Digi-Destined?"

Nakayama looked at the clock. "Oh, my," he said. "I have to go, I've got a class to teach! Kudo-kun, could you show her around campus, and maybe explain a few things?"

"Of course," Asuka said with a laugh as Nakayama dashed off to wherever his classroom was.

"He doesn't seem very much like a teacher," Chiharu said, staring after the teacher.

"Yeah, that's what makes him fun. Like I said, he has to leave the classroom a lot, for one reason or another, then forgets he has a class, so half the time, his Digimon, Dianamon, has to teach instead," the other girl said. "I was a bit surprised to see him in a suit."


"He usually doesn't dress up for work. The best he usually does is khakis, a tee shirt, and his vest," Asuka told her.

"Well, we just came from my house, where he told my parents about me coming here, so…"

"Oh, that's probably it, then," the girl said. "He was representing the entire school, so he had to at least look the part of a teacher." They both laughed.

"Wait, if Nakayama-sensei has to teach right now, then shouldn't you have class, too?" Chiharu asked, but Asuka shook her head.

"Nope, M-Class has a free period right now," Asuka explained, and a boy about their age ran over.

"Asuka! I've been looking for you every—who's this?" he asked, blowing stray hairs out of his face.

"This is Chiharu. She's a new student here."

Before Chiharu could say anything, a Digimon floated towards them, having obviously been following the boy. "Honestly, Dai, if you run any faster, you're going to hurt yourself."

"Chiharu, meet Dai Harada. He's in M-Class, too," Asuka introduced.

"Nice to meet you," he said. "This is my partner, BlackSeraphimon."

"How do you do?" he greeted.

Chiharu smiled. "So, um, is anyone going to show me around?"

"Well, we should probably show her to Dorm D, right?" Dai asked, but Asuka shook her head.

"No, actually… She's staying in Dorm E."

Dai's eyes widened. "Dorm E? But isn't that only for the Chosen Children? The Digi-Destined?" His friend nodded, and he looked back at Chiharu in awe. "So you're…?"

"A Digi-Destined?" she asked. "That's what everyone keeps saying. But what does that mean?"

"A Digi-Destined is a human that has been chosen to partner with a Digimon," BlackSeraphimon answered. "Tamers, students who come here and choose a Digimon, train as 'reserves'. If there is a threat from Digimon to either the Human World or the Digital World, it would be the Tamers' job to deal with the problem. A Digi-Destined, however, is someone who 'reacts' to a Digi-Egg, meaning that their presence itself causes the egg to hatch, thus bonding human and Digimon. Digi-Destined are the 'front-lines'. They're the first to go to battle, because they're trained differently, since it's what they were meant to do."

"And I'm one of these Digi-Destined?" Chiharu asked.

"If you made the egg react," Dai said.

The Digimon in Chiharu's arms sighed in annoyance. "Yeah," he said. "She did."

"I get the feeling that you don't like me," she told him.

"Because I don't," he hissed back.

"Will you at least tell me your name?" she tried.

After a moment, he finally answered, "Kiimon." Chiharu was surprised. She hadn't honestly thought that he'd answer her. When he saw the look on her face, Kiimon rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't want you calling me 'Hey, you!' or 'that thing'." This caused the human to laugh a little. She turned to her new Tamer friends.

"So, you were going to show me around?"

"Oh, right!" Asuka said. "I kinda forgot." She turned back to Dai and said, "Nakayama-sensei asked me to show her around and explain about what we do here and how we do it."

"Mind if we tag along?" he asked.

Lotosmon, who'd been quiet the whole time, said, "I don't see why not. Asuka?" the Tamer shook her head. The group left to start the tour, but Lotosmon never stopped watching Kiimon cautiously, which unnerved Chiharu.

Asuka led the group to a large, open area to the west side of the school. There were five large buildings. "These are the student dorms," she explained. "There, all the way on the left is Dorm A, for the M-Class. U-Class is in Dorm B, right next to it. C-Class is in Dorm C, and R-Class is in Dorm D."

"What about the fifth dorm?" the new girl questioned.

"That's Dorm E," Dai explained. "That's where you'll be staying."

"D-Class," Asuka added.

"Why are the letters in such a random order? Why not use just A, B, C, and D, like the dorm names?"

"They're not random," Asuka told her. "R-Class stands for 'Rookie' class. It's the class for students whose Digimon have only made it to Rookie level or lower. C-Class is for students who have managed to Digivolve their Digimon to Champion level. U-Class is for Ultimates, and M-Class is for the students who've managed to Digivolve their partners all the way to Mega level. D-Class, though, stands for Digi-Destined class. Now do you get it?"

"I think so," the Digi-Destined girl responded. "But, other than being chosen, what makes a Digi-Destined so special? I mean, why are they so important?"

"No one knows for sure, but I think it's because the human and Digimon form an instant bond once the Digi-egg hatches," Dai said. "So their teamwork is a lot better."

"Okay," Chiharu said, but she was doubtful. After all, Kiimon himself said that he didn't like her. "So, are there just kids our age here, or what?"

"Well, there are two kinds of classes," Dai said. "There are the regular subjects. You take those classes with your age group, no matter what class you're in. The subjects that are Digimon-related, though, are only with your specific class."

Asuka nodded. "We're M-Class, but we've got a girl with us that's like, ten. Age doesn't really matter when it comes to skill level."

"So, who else is in D-Class?" Chiharu asked, and Asuka, Dai, BlackSeraphimon, and Lotosmon all gave each other a look.

"You're the first Digi-Destined in a long time," Lotosmon told her.

"Oh," Chiharu said, realizing just how alone she'd feel. "So, what do the Digimon do while we're in class?"

"They come to class with us," Asuka responded. She laughed. "Good thing, too, because if Dianamon hadn't gone to college with Nakayama-sensei, we'd all be screwed in Math and Battle Strategy."

"He teaches two classes?" the newbie asked, and both kids nodded.

"All the teachers do," Dai said. "They've each got a regular, mundane subject, and then a 'Digimon subject'. Sometimes, it can be a pain in the rear, though."

A bell rang, and suddenly, kids were pouring out of the school, all in different colored uniforms. Some had green, others had blue, some had purple, and there were some kids, Asuka and Dai included, in red uniforms. Chiharu assumed that the uniform color showed what class the student belonged to. She felt very out of place, having not received a uniform yet. She stood there awkwardly in her bright red midriff T-shirt, jeans, and her single black and white striped arm warmer on her left arm. She felt tempted to remove the goggles that rested comfortably just above her bangs. Asuka, seeming to sense the other girl's feelings, said, "Why don't we take you to your dorm so you can drop your stuff off, and then we'll go back down to the office to get you a uniform." Chiharu nodded, and they headed towards Dorm E.

"I've never been in here before," Dai said, staring at the doors. "Are you sure it's okay? I mean, this place is like, holy ground. It's like sacrilege."

Asuka rolled her eyes and hit him over the head before opening the door. As the three stepped in, they looked around with wide eyes. A large foyer lay in front of them, with two staircases leading to the second floor. There was a piece of paper taped to the railing, so Chiharu walked over to look at it. It was a note, probably from Nakayama-sensei. It said: Chiharu, since you're reading this, I probably haven't come back to get you and you found the dorm on your own. You can pick any room in the left corridor of the second floor. I hope you enjoy your stay here. –N

The Digi-Destined girl started climbing the staircase, and looked back at the two Tamers who stood there awkwardly, not sure about what to do. "You can come up, if you want," she said, and they followed. She roamed the left corridor. Every door she opened held a much different room. Now she knew why they were letting her choose. All the rooms seemed a little too fancy for her taste, until she opened one of the last doors. The walls were white, and there was a wooden floor with a large brown rug covered most of it. There was a bed to the left side, and shelves on the right. In the back right corner, there was a door, and when she opened it, Chiharu found a bathroom. There was also a dressed next to the shelves, and a glass-topped coffee table sat in the middle of the floor. There was a sliding glass door on the far wall that led to a balcony, with thick shades to block out the light if she needed it. "This is amazing," she whispered, and turned around to see her new friends staring.

"I wish our dorms were this cool!" Dai blurted, and Asuka elbowed him in the ribs.

"The dorms get better as you move up through the classes. Dorm D is kind of okay, maybe just a little bit run-down. Dorm C's pretty normal. Dorm B gets a little fancier, and Dorm A's pretty nice too, but this… this is just…" Asuka couldn't seem to find the words to voice her thoughts. Chiharu felt herself blushing ever so slightly. Their admiration of her room made her feel like they thought she was something special. She knew they thought that anyway, knowing she was a Digi-Destined, but this only made it worse.

She set her bag down on the bed and turned back to the two. "So, how about that uniform?" she asked, desperate to get them out of there. She was starting to feel awkward again.

"Oh, right, sorry," Asuka said, snapping out of it. "Come on, let's go!" And with that, she grabbed their arms and dragged them down the stairs and back outside. When they reached the office, a set of neatly folded clothes was sitting on the corner of the reception desk.

"I'm going to go back to the dorm and put these on," she told her friends. "I want to have a little time alone, to think." The both nodded in understandingly, and Chiharu headed off alone.

When she made it back to her room, she closed the blinds, turned on the light, and looked down at the uniform. The skirt, tie, and sweater were all orange. "That must be the D-Class color," she muttered. She was about to start changing when she remembered a certain someone in her room. She turned to Kiimon. "Turn around," she told him.

"Oh, please," he said, rolling his eyes. "Like I really want to see you naked." He turned around, and her eyes narrowed. But she started getting changed, and found that the uniform fit quite comfortably. Her dad must have told Nakayama-sensei her clothes size. She almost removed her goggles, but then stopped. Back at her old town, they were what defined her. It was practically her identity. So she left them on.

"Okay, you can turn around now," she told Kiimon, and he did. She looked at him for a long time before finally asking, "Why do you hate me so much? If we're supposed to be partners, shouldn't we at least try to get along?"

"I don't need a partner," he argued. "I can take care of myself." Chiharu raised an eyebrow at that, looking at his small size.

"Right now," she started, "I doubt that." She sat down on the bed and continued looking at him. "There's something about you that's kind of bugging me."


She ignored that. "First, the guard said something like 'so it was him', and then Lotosmon was giving you these weird looks. What gives? Is there something different about you or something?"

"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't." She groaned. She should have expected an answer like that.

"Come on, please?" she asked, but he refused to talk any more about it.


"She seems like a very kind girl," Nakayama said.

A strict-looking woman gave him a sharp look. "She's partnered with a Demon Lord. How do we know she can be trusted? What if he pulls her over to his side?"

"Relax," another woman said. "Digimon don't usually remember their past lives after they've been reborn. It should be fine. Don't worry, Minori."

The first woman glared. "I told you not to call me that, Ikeda." The first woman frowned, but said nothing else.

"We'll just have to see," and older man sitting at a desk said. "Nakayama."

"Yes, Sir," the teacher in question answered.

"I want you to keep an eye on those two. See if he really is ignorant of his past life," the man said, rubbing his temples. "We can only hope. He'd be a strong asset, as long as he's on our side."

Next time:
Nakayama: Yaamon, I have a very important question.
Yaamon: Yeah?
Nakayama: Do you remember anything about your past life?
Chiharu: What's going on?

I know this isn't a very exciting 'episode', but it's still pretty long for me~ I'm usually luck if I break 1500 words, so yay~! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. If you did: R&R, please.