Chapter #5A Strong Drink by: Sommen   Guilmon sighed as he made his way back to his old shed. It had been several years since he, and his fellow digimon had returned to the real world. It had been a happy reunion, Henry, and Terriormon tearing up, Takato and himself dancing and crying, Ryo and Monodramon celebrated with Ryo’s family, while Renamon and Rika in there, what Takato called ‘to cool attitude’, acknowledged each other. It had been a happy reunion all around, even Leomon returned thanks to the reset Henry’s father had performed, to the Tamers, and Jerry’s joy. It had beenone of the happiest days any of them had known ever.
Now however Guilmon was bored. Takato was in his last year of middle school, and finals where going on. Guilmon was now staying with Takato’s family, so he didn’t have to stay at the old shed, but due to how busy Takato was Guilmon had been left bored, and was now looking for a way to entertain himself. The squirrels around the park always ran away, and there weren’t many digimon around today, do it was just Guilmon and his thoughts. While Guilmon had matured somewhat over the last few years he still had some of his childish demeaner. This sometimes lead to him getting into trouble, but he was getting better.
It wasn’t long before Guilmon saw his shed in the distance still sitting on the hill in the back of the park, same as before the d-reaper incident, though it looked like someone had filled in the hole Guilmon had dug to store his bread. Guilmon frowned as he opened the gate, and went in sniffing tentivly. No new scents in the air, other than earth and...
Guilmon sniffed picking up a sweet scent seemingly coming from where his hole had been, approaching Guilmon noticed that some of the earth was freshly dug up. Gettting close guilmon began to dig, pushing away a patch of dirt in the far back of the shed. Not long after Guilmon pulled out a box fromt the dirt. It looked kind of like a packet of bottled sodas, but the lable showed an arm flexing, bulging with muscle. Guilmon tried to scrape awa more of the dirt and make out the words “pah- pow… Power... Powe N?”
The label had been worn away, having been buried for some time, the second half of the label almost completely gone, Guilmon curious sniffed the bottles picking up a vanilla scent from them, Guilmon wondered if he should drink one, or not, but then again, it had been a while since lunch, and one couldn’t hurt.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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