BURNT TOAST
By Ultimanium


(Ultimanium turns around in a swivel chair)

Ultimanium - (Shrugs) Ah, hell, I've had enough of writing the damn
Argetlahm Adventures for the time being... yes, you should read that too
after! If it encourages you any, Digimon cast star in it! I NEED SOME DAMN
COVERAGE, HERE!!.... (coughs) sorry. Anyways, I'd just think I'd try my hand
at something other than a stupidly aligned crossover. Here is the result.
Oh, and if you actually did read any of the Ultimatum Saga, of which
Argetlahm Adventures is a part of, this has nothing to do with it. Thank
you, and enjoy the show.


DISCLAIMER - I don't own Digimon. Neither does Fox Kids. Neither does Toei.
They probably belong to some evil mysterious corporation bent on taking over
the world, for all we know. But that's another story.

Davis' opinion on gays is his own, not mine, okay? I have nothing against
same-sex relationships, I just hate yaoi! So there! Flames are greatly
appreciated. Thank you.


















Davis lied on his cot, humming to himself.

"Shaddup!!" A deep, husky voice bellowed.

Davis shot up off his cot and rattled the barred gate in front of him as
hard as he could. "Yeeeeeah, come over here and make me!!" He winced as the
bars slid open and a guard stepped in, clubbing Davis over the head with a
nightstick in a single graceful motion. As Davis slumped to the ground, his
consequences rose to his head once again. Hell, who am I kidding, I wouldn't
be here if none of this happened. Slowly he climbed to his feet, bracing his
skull, and limped over to a small desk at the corner of the cell. It was
time he told the truth. He flopped down into the hard metal chair placed by
the desk and shimmied up to the desk surface, pencil in hand.

Slowly but surely, he began writing. As one hand guided the pencil, he
reached into an open drawer with his other one and took out an envelope. On
the front was written, in tiny lettering in the top left corner, BREAK ME
OUT ALREADY! . It was enough to let any normal citizen know that something
was going on at the prison, but none of the fat idiots at the mail station
in the prison could read anything that small. He'd tried different lettering
on multiple occaisions, so he knew what would make the prison personnel's
heads explode in confusion.

"Dear Jun," Davis spoke out. "First and foremost, I'd like you to talk to
mom and dad for me and tell them everything is alright. As soon as you have
that done, I want you to come back and finish reading this letter. I trust
you can do this quickly."

He left a sizeable blank after that sentence.

"Okay. Now that my parents are calm, you can explain to them exactly how I
got into this mess. I recall all they saw was the police car driving away
from the house, but they might need to know there was a lot more that
happened than they believed. I just want to get this off my chest. Okay,
then...





"It all started when I was returning home late at night with some friends...
it was around 2 in the morning..."




**flashback**




Demiveemon bounded up nearly 6 feet into the air, throwing various punches
and kicks loose into thin air. "Yeeeah!! I gave him a right! And a left! I
can't believe you shaw any of that, Davish!"

Yes, me and Demiveemon. Runs through the Digiworld lasted longer than they
ever have, at least as I remember. I started getting home at 8:00...
10:00... it kept getting worse... and worse... urrggghhh!! I want to get to
sleep!!

I glared at Demiveemon. "I saw it. I can't say beating down Patamon improved
your chances with Gato any." I stopped and stared up at my apartment,
looming over us. With no other interruptions, me and Demiveemon made it into
the apartment and we made our way down the hall, me finally happy to get
home and get some damn rest. I was stopped with a whiplash when I turned a
corner and got to the elevator. What had to be a 50-person queue was lined
up in front of the elevator.

Stress-o-meter reads 1.

"What's going on here?" I muttered under my breath.

A fat tenant turned to me. "Aw, man, it seems like the elevator's busted.
They say some of the control wires were chewed up pretty badly and the
elevator won't be able to lift for a while. Normally, I would take the
stairs, but being the fat lazy bastard that I am, I'll sit on my ass down
here and wait for the elevator to be fixed."

I stared at Demiveemon, who was sweatdropping. "Forget it," I sighed. "Let's
take the stairs."



**end flashback**






"..well, anyways, we got to the elevator and found some.. um.. rats had
chewed the cords up, so we had to take the stairs..."






**flashback**


"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it
around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall! 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98
bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the
wall! 97 bottles of beer on the wall, 97 bottles of beer, take one down,
pass it around, 96 bottles of beer on the wall! 96 bottles of beer on the
wall, 96 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 95 bottles of beer
on the wall! 95 bottles of beer on the wall, 95 bottles of beer, take one
down, pass it around, 94 bottles of beer on the wall! 94 bottles of beer on
the wall, 94 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 93 bottles of
beer on the wall! 93 bottles of beer on the wall, 93 bottles of beer, take
one down, pass it around, 92 bottles of beer on the wall! 92 bottles of
beer.."

"Demiveemon."

"What?"

"Shut up." I mumbled.

Stress-o-meter reads 2.

We both stopped at the next flight of stairs, and stared on, confused. An
entire flight of stairs was missing.

I gritted my teeth. "I knew the infrastructure needed repair, but this is
ridiculous."

Demiveemon bounded up and down. "Whadda we do, Davish?! Whadda we DO?!"

I felt inclined to reach behind me and smack the little bastard with a 2x4.
Given the lack of 2x4's in the area, though, my options were limited. "There
aren't any other ways to get up to the next floor. If I digivolve you, can
you give me a boost?"

Demiveemon... digivolve to..
VEEMON!

Veemon digivolve to...
EXVEEMON!!

"Right there, Davis," Exveemon barked, hoisting me up on his shoulders.
"Hang on here we... ukkk!!" I fell off his back and landed on the concrete
flooring in front of him, scratching up my hands.

Stress-o-meter reads 3.

A small fit of rage escaped. "What the hell was that for?!"

"...hmm..." Exveemon hummed, trying to adjust his arms. "I'm too wide for
the stairwell."

I growled to myself.

"Well, what do you want?" Exveemon snarled. "It's not my fault they make
these things 2 meters wide. I'd better dedigivolve."

"Forget it," I commanded. I was in too bad of a mood to think of any
reasonable way to get out of this mess. "If you can't get out of there, just
blast your way out."

Exveemon struggled to turn to his side. "V-LASER!!" A blast of light roared
from Exveemon's chest, blowing apart a large section of the stairwell wall.
One thing I momentarily forgot was that the stairwell was on the side of the
building. The flooring creaked slightly.

"DEDIGIVOLVE!! DEDIGIVOLVE!!" I screamed. "Forget about it, we'll take the
other stairwell!!" I quickly waved my D3, and me and Demiveemon dashed onto
the floor we were currently on as the stairwell leaned off the building and
collapsed to the ground with a crash. Quite remarkebly, no one heard it,
Davis' apartment containing many of the heaviest sleepers in Odiaba.


**end flashback**



"Well, anyways, I was headed up the stairwell by myself, when all of a
sudden it began collapsing! I managed to make it to the floor I was
currently on before the stairwell fell to the ground."



**flashback**



Me and Demiveemon trudged wearily down the hall. "Whaddya know, this is our
floor. Good." We moped over to our apartment, and I dug in my short pockets
for my key. It wasn't there.

"Eh... Vee... do you know where my key is?"

Demiveemon shrugged. "Well, I did see one on the floor in the stairwell. I
think someone dropped it."

Face-fault time. Stress-o-meter reads 4.

"Damn it!!" I yelled, going into a dance of rage. "We're going down there
and looking for my key!!"


**end flashback**



"Well, when I got to my apartment, I realized I didn't have my key. I
backtracked to the lobby and found it on a bench."



**flashback**



I picked up another heavy piece of granite and hurled it out of my way.
"URRRGGGHHHH!!! Where is it?!" Heavy rock boulders started being flung over
my shoulder as I dug through the wreckage. It was around 3 hours later, when
we had cleaned out the entire wreckage, that I found it in my other pocket.
Go figure. Anyways, Exveemon flew us both up to our floor and we unlocked
the door. The living room was pitch black, save for a dull light radiating
from down the hall. Jun's room. I would have to sneak. I reached and took a
step forward, tripping on a shoe and falling on my face. Demiveemon let out
a stifled laugh.

Stress-o-meter reads 5.

"What's going on here?" I whispered angrily. "There's shoes everywhere!"

Demiveemon began wading through the sea of shoes. "I overheard your mother
give permission for Jun to have a sleepover. We're going to have to be extra
careful if we don't want to be caught. I'll distract."

Demiveemon... digivolve to..
VEEMON!

"Be right back!" Veemon wailed, tearing straight down the hall.

My eyes grew wide. "Veemon! No..!"

Various screams echoed through the hall, awakening no one again,
miraculously. Veemon tore down the hall back to Davis' position at the boot
room. "Davish! Duck back out!" Seeing no other alternative, I stepped
outside into the hall as a phalanx of Jun's friends stampeded by. Shaking my
head in disgust, I quickly jumped back in. Veemon quickly leaped back into
my arms and I dedigivolved him. Jun and her friends came to a halt at my
feet. Demiveemon acted limp in my hands.

"Davis!!" Jun yelled. "Where's that blue lizard that just freaked us out?!
Did he pass by here?"

Demiveemon nudged me. "Down the hall." I sighed. Jun stopped and glanced at
Demiveemon.

"What's with the stuffed animal?"

"Latest toy," I said, quickly. "And this one's for boys, really. If I push a
button on the back it turns into a demon-thing."

"Really?" One of Jun's friends barked. "Prove it."

I hadn't realized it, but I was already reaching for my D3. Before I could
stop myself, I had already pushed the button.

Demiveemon... digivolve to....
VEEMON!

Veemon.. digivolve to...
EXVEEMON!!

I collapsed under Exveemon, effectively flattening me. As I pulled myself
out from underneath Exveemon's foot, he waved a friendly gesture. "Hi,
girls."

Every one of Jun's friends screamed and bolted out the door, except for Jun,
anyways. She just fainted where she was. I quickly dedigivolved Exveemon and
took Demiveemon back in my sore arms. Well, all of me was sore, Exveemon
stepping on me and all.

Stress-o-meter reads 6.


**end flashback**



"...Well, I came home and accidently woke you up, as you noticed. The
demon-thing is still in my bedroom, play with it if you want. It's starting
to annoy me, anyways."




**flashback**


It was nearly 5:30 AM. Never mind anything else, I just had to go to sleep.
Make all this stress go away in a nice nap. Demiveemon went right away to my
bedroom and curled up for his nap. I still had business. As I began to make
my way to the kitchen, the phone rang. Groaning to myself, I yanked the
receiver off the hook. "Yeah, what the hell do you want?!"

"....Davis? I need to talk to you now. It's about something important."

"God, Ken, can it wait until school? I have to get to bed now. Now.
Noooooowwww. Okay? So if you'll shut the hell up for the time being it would
be greatly appreciated."

"Davis.. I love you..."

I quickly threw down the reciever. Damn gays. Always thought Ken was gay,
anyways.

Ultimanium - A billion Kensukes/Daikens can't be wrong. Those authors will
all burn in my personal hell. Not even a ditz like Davis deserves a fate
like that.

"I HATE GAYS!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, again by some divine
intervention not waking anyone up.

Stress-o-meter reads 8.

As I began making my way to the kitchen, the phone rang again. Moaning to
myself, I ripped the receiver outward, nearly taking the phone itself with
it. "Motomiya residence! What in freaking hell do you want?!"

"...Davis?"

"Ken, I told you to... oh. Sorry. Yolei? What do you want at this time of
night?"

"Well... I was wondering if you had Ken's number."

"He only phones me every 10 minutes. 3478. Why are you phoning me now,
Yolei?"

"I would be able to catch him now and ask him out. He would get home on the
mass transit right about now."

I growled to myself. "It would be nice if you would save the emergencies for
the late night calls."

"I'm a complete dork though! Building my social life is an emergency! Well,
thanks for talking! See ya!"

I threw the receiver back on the phone. Rage...building...

Stress-o-meter reads 9.

As soon as I embarked back toward the kitchen, the phone rang again. I raced
over and yanked the phone up again. "This isn't a freaking sex line, people!
Save the calls for the morning!!"

"Oh, well, sees like you're still up and going, Davis," An artificially deep
voice hummed. "Say, is your refrigerator running?"

"TM? Is that you?"

The phone hung up.

Stress-o-meter reads 10.

Stress. Streeeeesssss... gotta get rid of it. I go through this every damn
night. Jun's friends. Bad apartment maintenance. Demiveemon's singing. Fat
guys. Gays. Digital World patrols. Collapsing stairwells. Whining nerds.
Prank calls. But through all of the mayhem, there is one thing that will
soothe my nerves....






A good toasted peanut butter sandwich.

Yes, the beauty of toast. I slowly begin to make my way to the kitchen,
reveling in the glory that is the toaster that manufactures the delicacy
that embraces the smooth peanut paste spread across it. All it would take is
a peanut butter sandwich to cancel out every last bad thing that happened to
me that day.

I slid two slices of bread into the slots on the toaster, and turned to the
fridge to get a glass of milk. After I poured a cup, I returned the milk jug
to the fridge and turned to the toaster. The bread had not popped up yet.

I frowned. "Funny..." I reached over and latched onto the slider controlling
the toast and tried to yank it up. Nothing happened. Suddenly, the switch
rocketed up and a pair of bread slices shot up through the slots with a
twang. My eyes grew wide as I examined them from my position. No. No. This
can't be happening to me. No..... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Dropping to my knees, pieces of toast in hand, I let out a scream.


Turns out the toaster was broken.




In my hands I held two pieces of burnt toast.






**end flashback**







"Well, that's how it went. My stress-o-meter had hit 11, and I wasn't about
to take it anymore. I went outside several minutes later in a homicidal
rage, toast in hand, and began punching out everyone I found on the street
before the police caught up to me. I was standing in the middle of the
street, toast in hand, screaming like a maniac. Looked like my stress
finally got the better of me. That's how I got here.



"On a brighter note, Demiveemon.... um.. that blue lizard guy was kind
enough to send me a couple donuts he bought a day later. No one knows, but
he hid a file in one of them, and I'm working on busting out of here. Until
then, tell Ken to kiss my ass... no, wait, he's not going to take that the
right way.... just tell him to take a long walk off a short pier. Next time
TJ gives you a prank call, trace the number and return the favor. And tell
those damn people to finish renovating the apartment. I want to be able to
get to our apartment using the elevator next time. Talk to you later.





"Sincerely, Davis Motomiya."