01-17-2006, 11:30 AM
Ky looks uncertainly at Moonshadow.
"Wait a minute. I didn't even want these powers! Yesterday I was dreaming about entering the X-Games one day, and now just a day later here I am trying not to die from being beaten to a pulp by a vampiress who completely tore up my work uniform! It was cool yesterday, but now I don't think I want to keep these powers! And on top of that... Scarlet was...."
Ky sighs, remembering work.
"I DON'T WANNA DO THIS! SCARLET WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT! I JUST SAW HER AT THE GAME TODAY HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE WITH BASKETBALL! SHE FINALLY BECAME FREE FROM VEGAREL! AND NOW JUST LIKE THAT SHE'S GONE! She didn't even... get a day... to herself...." Ky is trying hard to hold back tears.
"J-just... like that.... And I... I-I don't wanna keep fighting like this... i-if this is going... t-to happen again...."
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The next day, little Flamedramon is outside training under the supervision of an older Veemon.
"FIRE ROCKET!" Imaginary enemies and real trees doused with water to prevent the spread of fire go crashing to the ground. Flamedramon's movements are swift and fairly powerful for his age, but he lacks accuracy.
"Slow down, Flamey! I'm your instructor, remember!"
"NO! FLAME FIST! FIRE ROCKET!" More objects explode, disintegrate, or crash to the ground. Flamedramon leaps over to a tree, aiming to kick it in the middle, but his foot crashes through it with breakneck speed a few feet below the target.
Flamedramon's parents join his instructor.
"That's a little too much work for him, Vee!" cried the father.
"I know! But I can't get him to stop! He woke me up at four this morning and begged me to help him train. But so far, I've just been watching! He hasn't stopped moving for three hours!"
"Flamey!" Called his mother. "We've got to go! You have to take a break, sweetie!"
"NO!" Flamedramon kept attacking trees and other objects. His moves are powerful and quick, yet still lack the accuracy he needs. He is panting heavily, tired beyond all reason, but the desire to find his brother drives him on.
Veemon's father comes up with a simple solution. "Veemon, Digivolve to... EXVEEMON!"
Exveemon reaches out and catches his son, holding him still firmly.
Flamedramon struggles. "Daddy, lemme go! Gotta twain!"
Exveemon shakes his great head. "Sorry, Flamey, this is way too much for you. You're still a tyke, you know. Come on, let's get you a drink."
Flamedramon screams and struggles, desperate to get back to his training, desperate to become stronger--desperate to find his brother. But his father and mother bring him forcefully back to his home.
Flamey rests for the rest of the day. There's no way he'd be able to train in such conditions. He would practice smaller things like controlling his power for the rest of the day, and then at night, he would leave on his quest. He spends the rest of the morning and afternoon in his brother's room, sitting up on the bed where he used to be every morning, staring out the window that he had seen his brother staring through so many times, sometimes playing around with the toys his brother used to play with. He gives his brother's pillow a hug.
"I'll find you, bwother...."
As he stares out the window, he chooses various strong targets and practiced attacking them. He uses various attacks and power levels. By nightfall, he had mastered judging the amount of power he would need, and thanks to his earlier training, had mastered most other offensive attacks. However, his skills contain a serious error: his accuracy was terrible.
Tears fill his eyes as he creeps into his parents' room. This would be the last time he saw them until he found his brother. He kisses them on the cheek.
"Goodbye, Mommy and Daddy," he whispers. "I'll bring Bwother home.... I pwomise...."
With that, he runs out of the house as fast as he can before he loses his nerve. His hand holds a fireball to light the way.
"I pwomise... to Mommy and Daddy, to Bwother, to Gomamon, and to myself.... I'll search both worlds until I find my bwother...."
Anyone watching would see a a fireball illuminating the face of a young Flamedramon as it leaps from place to place with great agility.
"Wait a minute. I didn't even want these powers! Yesterday I was dreaming about entering the X-Games one day, and now just a day later here I am trying not to die from being beaten to a pulp by a vampiress who completely tore up my work uniform! It was cool yesterday, but now I don't think I want to keep these powers! And on top of that... Scarlet was...."
Ky sighs, remembering work.
"I DON'T WANNA DO THIS! SCARLET WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT! I JUST SAW HER AT THE GAME TODAY HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE WITH BASKETBALL! SHE FINALLY BECAME FREE FROM VEGAREL! AND NOW JUST LIKE THAT SHE'S GONE! She didn't even... get a day... to herself...." Ky is trying hard to hold back tears.
"J-just... like that.... And I... I-I don't wanna keep fighting like this... i-if this is going... t-to happen again...."
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The next day, little Flamedramon is outside training under the supervision of an older Veemon.
"FIRE ROCKET!" Imaginary enemies and real trees doused with water to prevent the spread of fire go crashing to the ground. Flamedramon's movements are swift and fairly powerful for his age, but he lacks accuracy.
"Slow down, Flamey! I'm your instructor, remember!"
"NO! FLAME FIST! FIRE ROCKET!" More objects explode, disintegrate, or crash to the ground. Flamedramon leaps over to a tree, aiming to kick it in the middle, but his foot crashes through it with breakneck speed a few feet below the target.
Flamedramon's parents join his instructor.
"That's a little too much work for him, Vee!" cried the father.
"I know! But I can't get him to stop! He woke me up at four this morning and begged me to help him train. But so far, I've just been watching! He hasn't stopped moving for three hours!"
"Flamey!" Called his mother. "We've got to go! You have to take a break, sweetie!"
"NO!" Flamedramon kept attacking trees and other objects. His moves are powerful and quick, yet still lack the accuracy he needs. He is panting heavily, tired beyond all reason, but the desire to find his brother drives him on.
Veemon's father comes up with a simple solution. "Veemon, Digivolve to... EXVEEMON!"
Exveemon reaches out and catches his son, holding him still firmly.
Flamedramon struggles. "Daddy, lemme go! Gotta twain!"
Exveemon shakes his great head. "Sorry, Flamey, this is way too much for you. You're still a tyke, you know. Come on, let's get you a drink."
Flamedramon screams and struggles, desperate to get back to his training, desperate to become stronger--desperate to find his brother. But his father and mother bring him forcefully back to his home.
Flamey rests for the rest of the day. There's no way he'd be able to train in such conditions. He would practice smaller things like controlling his power for the rest of the day, and then at night, he would leave on his quest. He spends the rest of the morning and afternoon in his brother's room, sitting up on the bed where he used to be every morning, staring out the window that he had seen his brother staring through so many times, sometimes playing around with the toys his brother used to play with. He gives his brother's pillow a hug.
"I'll find you, bwother...."
As he stares out the window, he chooses various strong targets and practiced attacking them. He uses various attacks and power levels. By nightfall, he had mastered judging the amount of power he would need, and thanks to his earlier training, had mastered most other offensive attacks. However, his skills contain a serious error: his accuracy was terrible.
Tears fill his eyes as he creeps into his parents' room. This would be the last time he saw them until he found his brother. He kisses them on the cheek.
"Goodbye, Mommy and Daddy," he whispers. "I'll bring Bwother home.... I pwomise...."
With that, he runs out of the house as fast as he can before he loses his nerve. His hand holds a fireball to light the way.
"I pwomise... to Mommy and Daddy, to Bwother, to Gomamon, and to myself.... I'll search both worlds until I find my bwother...."
Anyone watching would see a a fireball illuminating the face of a young Flamedramon as it leaps from place to place with great agility.