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The Future is Coming On [COMPLETE]
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Post by Hideki on Sept 26, 2014 23:11:32 GMT
The giant monster roared to the heavens as Hideki stood by in fear, surrounded by the remains of his world. The voice spoke not with malevolence or anger, without passion or hate. It just said the word. The booming, echoed voice resounded off of every surface, shaking the ground itself. This nightmare, this horrible vision was the last lingering thought in Hideki Tanaka's mind as he rose from his bed that night. It was a school night, a Thursday and a little past 9:30 pm. This was the last normal hour of the boy’s life. There was something very wrong going on. Kenichi had already passed out in his usual spot on the living room couch, exactly where he had been when his younger brother had arrived home from school. The college student’s mountains of homework still blanketed the nearby table like a fresh snowfall, covering every conceivable surface. Jumbles of complicated numbers, words, and other things that Hideki had no real interest in danced across the paper sheets, but that wasn’t the first thing that caught the waking eye of Hideki Tanaka.. That was trail of jagged alabaster that snaked its way from one edge of the room into the kitchen.
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Post by Hideki on Sept 27, 2014 0:38:21 GMT
Working his way through the mountains of paper and through the cracked kitchen door, Hideki was armed with only a toy laser pistol he had bravely retrieved from his room. The craftsmanship of the piece was flawless, plastic molded stock and master-crafted also-molded plastic for the frame.. all topped off with electronics that would make a cheap calculator blush. It was a truly fierce weapon in the hands of an expert, which Hideki surely was.
There was a loud crash from within the room as the boy stared in awe at his improvised weapon. The clanging of falling cookware sent resounding shock-waves through the air, making the already-nervous child leap high into the air. Oh man.. why isn't Kenni doing this? What if I'm eaten by a raccoon or something? He steeled his nerves and gritted his teeth. Get ahold of yourself, man. This isn't a time for cowardice! Defend the homestead! A voice from a war movie echoed through his head at that moment, and he knew it was right. Kenni couldn't do this.. he had to. He was the one with the Blast-o-matic 30,000.
The kitchen was dead, empty, and barren. There were the remains of several cereal boxes lying about, apparently torn apart by the home's attacker, there was no one in the room. No raccoon, no robber, no intergalactic space aliens. Hideki was actually disappointed until a rattling came from a lower cupboard. With a gulp, the boy threw the door open with one hand and fired his deadly weapon with the other, like so many action movie stars.
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Post by Hideki on Sept 27, 2014 4:06:01 GMT
BWOOO WOO WOO!!
The weapon erupted with a blast of light and sound into the darkness of the cabinet, illuminating the void full of half-eaten boxes and wrappers. Something moved within, a self-contained void with jaundiced, fluorescent eyes. Its fuzzy maw was plainly full of cereal, as its response to the human's attack was to retaliate with a geyser of marshmellowy goodness. As sugary confections were hurtled lazily through the air the young lad (who watches far too many Science Fiction movies) only had one thought racing through his mind.
"INTERGALACTIC SPACE ALIEN!" the boy shrieked as he fled the room, throwing his hands in the air. The "alien" gave chase, cheerfully emitting a steady stream of colored bubbles as it hopped behind. Lacking legs, the thing bounced across the floor like a possessed beach ball. Luckily, because of this evolutionary disadvantage, Hideki was able to escape his pursuer and duck into his room, slamming the door on the head-like creature.
There was a thump at the door. Another thump. Yet another thump. The thing wanted in. It wanted to eat his Earthling brains!
HOW THE HECK IS KENICHI SLEEPING THROUGH THIS?
The creature collided with the solid wood of the door several more times before finally ceasing its assault. Hideki Tanaka sat alone in the dark room for several minutes afterward, his weapon pointed at the door. He wouldn't let this space alien get his brains like it got Kenichi's!
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Post by Hideki on Sept 27, 2014 14:18:35 GMT
Hideki Tanaka felt like he had been waiting for days. There was a light under the door as bubbles occasionally drifted through, signifying the monster's continued stay. The thing's short, tiny puffs of breath sounded from the light and was the only sound in the room. There was the occasional soft "plop" of soft fur on wood as the creature hopped up and down, clearly impatient for its feast.. but soon there was nothing. The silence was deafening.
The boy's eyelids wavered from their weight as the adrenaline started to fade. It was around two hours later when they finally closed. The creature's assault has ceased by this time, proving that even intergalactic terrors from beyond the stars could get bored. The truth of the matter was that the creature had remembered that it had left half a box of cereal uneaten in its excitement and had retreated into the kitchen to finish its sugary feast.
That night, Hideki dreamt again about the monster. The huge metal creature that would destroy everything.. a monster a million times scarier than the kitchen-alien. The thing belched great arcs of electricity into the sky, lighting the world on fire. The army fought it and did nothing, like a kaiju from one of those cheesy monster movies. But this time, the dream was different. Kids just like him used their own monsters to fight the thing. There were knights, dragons, superheros and robots all fighting this thing, driving back the mechanical dragon that wanted to kill everything. For the first time, the dream wasn't a nightmare.. it gave Hideki hope.
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Post by Hideki on Sept 27, 2014 16:34:31 GMT
When day finally broke, Hideki was asleep. Standing vigilant wasn’t the job for a thirteen year old, even if he was armed with the finest in space-age technology. The creature hadn’t managed to eat him in his slumber, but that didn’t mean he was any safer. There came a noise from outside the door, heavy thuds on the hard wood floor. The boards creaked with weight and the door shook as the first sunbeams streaked across the room. A tall, slender frame entered the room slowly at first, lagging in its stupor. The horrible creature crossed the room slowly and deliberately, taking its time to stalk its victim. It’s long, jerking gait crossed the cluttered room in even, silent strides before arriving before Hideki’s hunched and snoring form. "WAKE UP"
Kenichi Tanaka, elder brother of Hideki Tanaka the intergalactic space warrior extraordinaire, had stirred from his mighty slumber. "What the heck did you do to the kitchen?!" The man shouted, scaring the younger lad from his trip to dream-land. " You completely destroyed the place! How am I supposed to make you breakfast if you've eaten all of our cereal, you stupid gnome?!" He coughed a bit before accepting a response from his sluggish brother. |
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Post by Hideki on Sept 28, 2014 5:16:14 GMT
"It wasn't me!" the still-waking child protested weakly. "It was the kitchen alien, I swear! I saw it last night and it tore up the whole kitchen. That's why I've got my.." Hideki had been around the block a few times, and he had seen that look on Kenichi's face enough to know that his story sounded ridiculous.
"Hide. Why do you always make up stories like this? Don't lie to me about this stuff, I know you got up for a midnight snack, dude." The older brother's angry gaze quickly turned into a somber mask of disappointment. "Come on Bucko, you don't have to lie to me. I know what it's like at your age, I almost ate Mom and Pop out of house and home.
"Kenni, you've got to believe me. I wouldn't do that. At least, even if I did, I know how to clean up after myself. I promise, it was the alien! Maybe it was a raccoon or something though.. it was late." The boy's words could hide his embarrassment, but his scarlet face told a different story. He hadn't meant to let the creature get away, but it attacked! He could have died! Wait, it's Friday isn't it?
"Well, regardless of the new proof that we're not alone in the universe, you've got to get ready for class, space cadet. We both overslept, so you'll have to grab something on the way." Kenichi had to walk Hideki to school every morning before heading to class. They'd usually grab a bowl of cereal or eat some homemade breakfast on the way out, but the bubbly monster from last night had pretty much ruined that. It'd eaten all of Hideki's personal favorite, a cookies-and-creme flavored cereal with lots of sugar, and most of Kenichi's, a marshmellowy meal with various colorful shapes.
The walk to class was relatively uneventful for the two. They grabbed some cheap fast food breakfasts on the way, munching as they walked and doing very little actual talking. Hideki wondered if Kenichi was really mad at him and Kenichi mainly wondered about how much homework he still had left to do. But, once they reached school, the only thing the youngest Tanaka could think about was his close encounter with death.
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Post by Hideki on Oct 2, 2014 2:15:12 GMT
It was overall an average day in Mrs. Watanabe's class. Her students filed in one by one, some still wiping their crusty eyes when they made their way to their seats. Some were full of youthful vigor that only Second years could provide. Others, like Hideki Tanaka, were staring dreamily off into space as they considered the workings of the universe.
“Alright class, today we’re going to learn about the quantum phenomenon and the violations of Newton’s three laws required for.. “ the teacher was far from the first thing on Hideki’s mind. He pictured the glowing eyes of the beast, the creature’s baleful glow from underneath the frosted fruit rings. Where did that thing go? Is it still at the house? Will it be back tonight? If it is, then I've gotta defeat it!
“..an object in motion will stay in motion unless..” Alright, time to come up with a battle plan. First, I'll blockade off the kitchen. Then I'll make sure to get my trusty sidearm, maybe make some armor. The boy played with a pencil as he thought, alternating between tapping the lead on the table and grinding the eraser into pulp against his notebook, erasing rough doodles of himself as a pulp science fiction hero.
“.. the unladed velocity of an African Swallow…” the teacher continued her lecture, painfully unaware that at least one of his students weren't following him word for word. She did, however, notice that Hideki Tanaka, a normally passive child sitting at the edge of the class, appeared to be taking notes quite vigorously. It did her old heart good to see that she had inspired such passion in the boy and a warm smile made its way across her face.
It was unfortunate that Hideki had finished his masterwork, a perfect defense against his invader. His smile echoed that of his educator as they met eyes for a moment across the room. It was the ideal recipe for the perfect storm, an event that only happens once in a lifetime and Mrs. Watanabe wasn't going to let it go. She could change this boy's life.. maybe he would be a physicist or a mathematician somewhere down the line and he would look back at this moment as the defining point of his young life. She was almost as insane as her new favorite pupil.
"..and if we find the square root of that, we'll end up with.. Hideki? Do you know the answer?"
Needless to say, she was disappointed. Hideki had to stay after school that day for breaking a woman's heart.
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Post by Hideki on Oct 4, 2014 2:59:31 GMT
Writing on the chalkboard was hard work, or rather, it was after two hours of it. Mrs. Watanabe had made Hideki write “I will pay attention in class” a thousand times before she would let him call his brother to pick him up. When Kenichi picked him up around 6:30 PM, the elder wasn't happy and the younger could hardly move or speak out of exhaustion.
“Only you would get detention on a Friday, Hideki.. and to think, I could be home doing homework or studying for that exam on Monday. You know how important that thing is.. I can slack off now.” Kenichi Tanaka spoke, his voice belying his exasperation with his younger sibling. His usual tone (that was an equal blend of belligerence and sarcasm) was firmly in place. “But, I guess I’ve been spending a lot of time doing that lately. I can’t help but think maybe you’re acting out from being ignored so much, so maybe we should eat out tonight? Your treat. So, thanks I guess.”
"Great.. thanks bro. You're the best." Sarcasm ran through Tanaka veins like blood, and bad take out was their divine mana from heaven. If Hideki had been dying before, he was suddenly superhuman and filled with unnatural vigor after the consumption of his shrimp-fried rice. It was a miraculous transformation.
The two Tanaka brothers arrived home shortly afterwards to a house in complete disrepair. It looked like a tornado had blown through, alongside an earthquake and a simultaneous stampede. The monster may have returned, but it looked more like Kenichi had been studying again. Considering the older brother’s nonchalance upon seeing the wreckage of his once-apartment, the latter was far more likely.
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Post by Hideki on Oct 4, 2014 14:19:48 GMT
Hideki’s stomach was gurgling as he sat down to do his homework, growling as he prepared for bed, and groaning painfully deep into the night. He’d only eaten the shrimp fried rice earlier, and even then it was split between the two brothers.. Sure, Kenichi could make it last. He was a college student, he could probably survive on rice and condensation, but Hideki was a growing boy. He needed his nutrients and you know what they say about Chinese food. No matter how much you eat, you’re always hungry half an hour later.
The youngest Tanaka scrounged groggily through the kitchen for nourishment around nine PM that faithful Friday night, foraging for a meal. His brother had collapsed on top of his ever-growing mountain of classwork, unconsciousness that also beckoned for his weak-willed sibling. The kitchen was barren, a graveyard where hopes go to die. There were remnants of last week’s failed attempt at pork-chops, a small container of something that was once scalloped potatoes and.. could it be? Truly this was a night of miracles in the Tanaka household.
There is a fundamental fact about the world, one that applies to prince and pauper alike. There are few universal truths, but Hideki knew one and only one through his experience. The truth was thus: Any red-blooded man, regardless of their heritage, can eat the mess out of some Macaroni and Cheese. Well, unless they’re lactose intolerant. Or just don’t like it, but Hideki had always been warned to stay away from those kinds of people.
The pile of cheesy pasta in Hideki’s bowl was massive, far more than was necessary for his sleep-diluted hunger. Carrying the bowl with two hands and spoon in his mouth, his mind was completely focused on the nourishment, or lack thereof, that he would soon receive. The rest of the day... and previous night were distant memories to the boy, so much so that he didn't even notice the glowing yellow pinpoints watching him from the shadows.
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Post by Hideki on Oct 4, 2014 16:00:11 GMT
There’s a strange thing about being full of food, especially comfort food that makes the body sluggish and tired. It doesn’t help when it’s past your bedtime and you spent the previous night fighting off alien invaders from beyond the Oort Cloud. Hideki’s eyelids grew heavy as his belly grew full and the night drew on.
A small pair of glowing yellow spots watched patiently from across the room, intently studying the boy and his macaroni. The “alien” was biding its time, waiting for its chance to strike at its unsuspecting prey. The creature, a Botamon as it was called on its home world, thought endlessly of food.. and of the boy that it watched. Something drew the thing to the boy, something intangible and strange from deep within its squishy, spheroid body.
The digimon watched the child as he had for several days now, unsure on how to approach him. They shared no common tongue, no means of communication.. If only it had arms! Humans could read digicode, right? Botamon wished that it had paid more attention to the classes in Primary Village. That Japanese stuff would be really useful right about now.
Soft, rumbly noises came from the human boy’s face-holes as he lay still with his eyes closed. His plentiful bounty of cheese-stuff lay ripe for Botamon’s taking as the small creature crept its way through the underbrush of clothes and toys coating the bedroom floor like dense foliage. The floor of this boy’s room was oddly like the refuse pits back home; full of discarded odds-and-ends, weaponry, and scraps of misplaced data. Luckily, Botamon didn’t have to evade the larger predators to survive here. These humans would never be able to handle a Datamon or a Mekanorimon if they couldn’t capture a little baby like it.
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Post by Hideki on Oct 6, 2014 2:15:28 GMT
“OH sweet cheesy goodness", a creature cooed in its strange, inhuman tongue. The botamon scarfed down the organ-clogging cheese-stuff in record time, unleashing horrid noises not unlike a Tasmanian devil and about as sanitary. This lukewarm mush was way better than cereal! The yellow pseudo-cheese clumped in the digimon's dark hair like gore from a successful kill. Purring through the mask of delectable cholesterol, botamon was content to stuff its face until it heard a ruffling from the creature above. The nose-roaring of the human had ceased.
Hideki was awakened by the most God-awful noise he had ever heard and was convinced that he was being mauled. Fortunately, it was just his organs being removed.. no wait. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF THAT YOU DANG DIRTY ALIEN!” Grabbing the first makeshift weapon that came to hand, which happened to be a pillow (because, you know.. bed) the newly christened defender of planet Earth leapt into the fray. Macaroni was a precious commodity around these parts and no monster or alien would take away his comfort food.
Swinging his newfound weapon with reckless abandon, the human scored a glancing blow on his opponent only to be smacked the fluffy counterblow. Neither duelist was particularly adept at combat, nor did they have much weight behind their blows due to their dairy-addled movements. The dance of pillow and.. blob.. continued for several seconds, permanently staining Hideki's bedclothes with orange-yellow dyes.
The furious combat was broken by a single noise.. well, a pair of single noises. A pair of sickeningly wet, squishing noises echoed from the human's stomach and the digimon's.. everywhere. Their eyes went wide and a pillow hit the ground as both creatures of flesh and data took flight to the bathroom.
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Post by Hideki on Oct 11, 2014 2:50:04 GMT
A wise man once said, "A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity." Then again, that guy also advocating a baby in half that one time, so maybe he wasn't one to come to for advice. King Solomon's advice was good back in the day, but nowadays it seems a bit out-dated.
Either way, that night the two enemies, defender of Earth and foreign invader, set aside their differences in the face of adversity. Their pain was the crucible in which the iron bonds of fate were forged, and a common foe was realized. Man and beast learned a secret their ancestors had learned eons before, that milk goes bad if you leave it in the fridge for too long. Lactobacteria, the great, ancient enemy of all living creatures had made its mark. It strikes down the weak and strong, the young and old, the fresh and the mega. In other words, it's a pain.
Disregarding all logic, the boy had dropped his blaster in the infinitely-long sprint to the bathroom. The alien creature, this digimon, had also lowered its guard, if you could call it that. It wasn’t as if the creature had much of a defense to begin with. In their moment of weakness, the two didn't strike the other down not out of crippling intestinal pain, well.. a little, but mostly of out of mercy and honor. Maybe.
That night, Hideki was woken by a strange beeping beside his bed. The strange yellow-eyed blob that he had seen before lay beside him with what appeared to be a plastic toy half-hanging from its mouth. The device glowed for a brief moment before the creature was consumed in the light. In its place lay a spiked, metallic creature. It emitted low, dull beeps that mimicked human snoring as it rolled itself closer, lightly rubbing against its new friend.
Understandibly, Hideki Tanaka was very confused.
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