Kaa grinned widely. That girl was a nice alternative to that man-cub Mowgli who kept escaping his clutches (thanks to that brute Bagheera). But there was no one around here to save this man-cub...
Kaa opened his mouth widely and prepared to introduce the girl to his stomach...
"Feather Strike!"
The big python yelped in pain, as a strange, twirling projectile came flying out of nowhere and smacked him in the head. Out of nowhere, a strange bird came swooping down and buried the claws of his feet into the coils of the snake.
"YEOWCH!" Kaa howled in pain. "That hurts!" His prey came loose, and the bird quickly used that opportunity to grab the girl's shoulders and pull her to safety.
Hawkmon put his human partner down to the ground. "Yolei, are you okay? Wake up, please!"
"What kind of vulture are you?" Kaa whined. "Go after carrion, like every member of your species."
"I am hardly a vulture," Hawkmon proclaimed proudly. "I am a Digimon. Now go and search something else to eat, or you'll be sorry."
Kaa figured he should be able to swallow this insolent bird whole, but something told him that this wasn't some ordinary bird... and whatever he had hit him with, it hurt. So he wisely decided to leave the strange duo alone and slithered back into the rooftops, out of Hawkmon's sight.
Hawkmon sighed in relief.
Just then, Yolei's eyes opened up and she groaned.
"Yolei," Hawkmon shouted in joy. "How do you feel?"
"Terrible..." the purple-haired girl moaned. She looked around. "Say, what happened to that overgrown spaghetti?"
Hawkmon chuckled. "He's gone, I convinced him that it wouldn't be healthy for him to eat you."
Yolei frowned. "If I weren't still somewhat sleepy, I would whack you good," she mumbled. Groggily, she stood up and looked down at herself. "Oh great," she sighed. "I am used to the fact that my clothes change whenever I enter the Digital World, but this is too much."
Hawkmon coughed as he took a closer look at the 'makeshift dress' Yolei was wearing at the moment. It looked like it was made out of some animal's skin... and besides her glasses, Yolei wore nothing else.
He blushed. "Um, I think it suits you, Yolei..."
"When I want to hear your opinion, I'll ask for it," the irritated girl snapped back. "Now let's go find the others."
"Y-yes, of course," Hawkmon said and hurried after his partner.
"What can be worse?" Yolei whined. "Being stuck in the middle of the jungle, almost being eaten by a giant snake and not even wearing proper clothes... Kari, wherever you are, if you sent me here deliberately, I'll never forgive you for this."
----
Ken and Wormmon were walking along a dark street. Tall buildings towered over their heads, and a pale moon was shining down through the clouds.
"I don't like this, Wormmon," Ken muttered. "This city... it looks dark in the night."
Wormmon scratched his head while he scurried next to his human friend. "But Ken, doesn't everything look dark in the night?"
Ken sighed. "Yes, but I mean... never mind. Although I wonder where we are. This is definitely not Tokyo." He gestured at the clock tower that rose behind another building. "See? There's no such tower anywhere in Tokyo. So where did that portal of light take us?"
"I wonder if the others are here, too," Wormmon pondered.
All of a sudden, the silence of the night turned into a yowling crescendo of sirens, gunshots and squeaking tires. Ken and Wormmon gasped in surprise when they saw numerous police cars driving around the corner, with flashing blue lights and deafening sirens. They stopped at the next crossway, and to Ken's surprise, the policemen that came jumping out of the vehicles were all uniform-clad, humanoid animals.
"What the heck?" he whispered and hid behind a big garbage container. Wormmon quickly came to his side.
"All right, give it up!" one of the policemen, a bipedal bulldog, just barked. "You're completely surrounded, so you better surrender yourselves."
"Think AGAIN!" a screechy voice came out of the side street, which was out of Ken and Wormmon's sight. But suddenly, two bright flashes of electricity came shooting out of that street and hit two of the police officers in the chest. The massive shocks threw them backwards and knocked them out.
"What's going on, Ken?" Wormmon whispered.
"I don't know," Ken replied. "But still, if anyone out there is frying police officers with lightning, we shouldn't let him get away with this."
"That's what I've been thinking, too," Wormmon nodded. "I'm ready if you are, Ken."
The remaining police officer nervously backed off while raising his revolver. "S-stay back, Megavolt, or else..."
"What are you gonna do?" the insane dog/rat/weasel thing cackled while charging up another bolt of electricity within his gloves. "You gonna shoot me with a gun that's out of ammo?"
"N-no, it's not," the policemen stuttered. "Back off, or I'll shoot!"
"Don't be silly, Sparky," another voice exclaimed. "He clearly has another bullet left, I counted."
"You think I'm stupid or something?" Megavolt yelled at his partner-in-crime. "I assure you, he's out of ammo. AND DON'T CALL ME SPARKY!"
"He is NOT! He has one bullet left. Sheesh, do you think I can't count? What do you say, Mr. Banana Brain?"
And the antropomorphic duck-clown called Quackerjack raised his little banana puppet to his face and imitated a squeaky little voice: "Oh, of course you're right! There's exactly one bullet left!"
"That's not fair," Megavolt whined. "Mr. Banana Brain always is on your side."
The policeman tried to use the distraction of the two supervillains, raised his gun (he actually had one bullet left) and took aim.
But before he could fire, SOMETHING bit down on his arm. Hard.
The cop stared at the big set of teeth that was clamped around his arm and growled like a rabid dog.
Quackerjack giggled insanely. "Well done, Rocky! Good boy!"
"SPIKING STRIKE!"
The policeman yelped in surprise, when out of nowhere, a tall green shape came flying and hit the false teeth with a glowing spike that came out of his hand.
Stingmon pulled back his hand, the set of teeth still impaled on his sting. It snapped around wildly, but couldn't bite anything but empty air.
Stingmon just shrugged and ripped the dangerous toy in two halves. "I advise you go to safety," he told the policeman. "I'll take care of those two."
"O-of course, sir," the bulldog mumbled. "A-are you a hero?"
"Well, you could call me that... but we should save our talk for later, after I'm finished with those two. They are criminals, right?"
"Y-yes, they are," the police officer nodded. "B-be careful, they can be very dangerous." And he hurried back to his car to call for reinforcements, just in case the strange hero wouldn't be able to deal with the deadly duo.
Quackerjack stared at the remains of his robot set of teeth called Rocky. "MY BABY!" he yelled. "What have you done?"
He then grinned widely and pulled out a gun that looked like a toy. "I'll make you pay for this. Heheheheheh... Time to PLAY!"
"Lemme at him, Quacky," Megavolt shouted in excitement. "I'll give him a good SHOCK!"
Suddenly, the confrontation was disturbed by a sudden puff of smoke on the roof of the nearest building.
"I AM THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT..." a booming voice shouted.
"Oh just great..." Megavolt whined. "It's him..."
"I AM THE LIGHT BULB THAT KEEPS ON BURNING THROUGH..."
Ken stared out of his hiding place. "Who IS that?"
And as the smoke cleared, a humanoid duck clad in some sort of purple cape, complete with a mask and a hat with a broad flap, became visible.
"I AM DARKWIIIIIING..."
Ken, Stingmon, Quackerjack, Megavolt and the police officer all winced when the super hero stumbled over an empty soda can lying on top of the roof, and fell down head-first into a full trash can that was standing in front of the building.
"...Duck!" his muffled voice came out of the trash.
----
Patamon looked around the gloomy room in which he and T.K. had appeared. "Where are we, T.K.?"
"I don't know..." the blonde boy admitted while looking at the big pile of junk that was lying in one corner. "But it clearly looks like no one has lived here for a long time, or else he would have cleaned this room up by now."
He shrugged. "Come on, I think that door over there leads to a balcony... Perhaps we can see where we are."
Patamon followed his partner outside.
The 'balcony' was framed by an impressive balustrade that looked like it was made of marble. It's edges were decorated with the statues of some ugly, winged creatures.
"Gargoyles..." T.K. muttered.
"What did you say?" Patamon asked while crouching on one of the statues.
"Those stone figures... they're called 'Gargoyles'," T.K. explained. "They quite often decorate old buildings like castles and churches."
"Oh, I see," Patamon nodded. Then, the two of them took a look at the city that was spread in front of their eyes.
The first thing T.K. realized was that it was a BIG city. Big enough to be a metropolis, to be exact. But for some reason, he could see no trace of any modern buildings. No skyscrapers, no modern-looking flat buildings, no office buildings made of glass and steel...
He shook his head. "Makes you believe that this is a town in medieval times..." he murmured. "But something about this city... is familiar..."
Had T.K. seen the building in which he and Patamon were now standing, from the outside, he would not only have instantly recognized the city, but also the building itself.
It was Notre Dame.
See other episodes by Shritistrang
(Posted Sat, 13 Jan 2007 12:37)
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