Magic Tech Productions Presents....


it’s first Fuzion Fanfic stretching into infinity...


The Chosen


written by Shaun Garin

(C) 2001 Mtech Productions


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Episode 2 : Bad! Mummymon Aren’t My Type!

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“Say Miyako, what exactly did you steal from those 
bandits anyway?” Daisuke asked, chewing on a sprig 
of hay from the pile they were riding on.

“Well, lets see.” Miyako pulled the bag from her cape
amidst dozens of bags and opened it up.  “There’s a 
Orihalcon Statue, some gems, some coins, and a 
dagger.” She held out her hands and they glowed for 
a second. “The dagger has a cheap spell that just 
makes it really sharp and there’s something else on it. 
The Orihalcon statue is blocking my magic so there 
may be something inside of it.”

Daisuke nodded. “Hey pops, when’s the next town?”

The man looked over and said, “over the next few hills. 
I’ll let you kids off there.”

“Daisuke, I’m hungry,” Chibimon said, landing atop 
Daisuke’s head.

“You’re always hungry,” Daisuke said.

“He’s right though, I’m getting hungry too.” Poromon 
said, bouncing up and down. “I want some food!”

Soon, they had reached the town. Quickly locating the 
nearest restaurant and ordering their normal meals, 
Daisuke then noticed a man walk in and order some tea. 
He was dressed head to toe in royal blue with a walking 
staff. The only thing visible under the large collar and 
the hat was a single eye. Daisuke wondered if he had 
lost it.

“You going to eat that?” Miyako’s fork was poised 
over Daisuke’s food. He swatted away her fork 
irritably. 

“Yes.”

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“They’ve ordered almost everything on the menu,” 
Arachnimon said to Mummymon who sipped at his 
tea. “What’s your interest in them Mummymon?”

“I’m on a mission,” Mummymon replied. “it is good 
to see you again my dear.”

“Feh, save your wooing for someone who enjoys it.” 
Arachnimon grabbed a glass and started to polish it. 
“what’s your target now?”

“A item of question I have to retrieve for.... him.”

“Humph. Don’t come crying to me if you get killed.”

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“Hey Daisuke, can you go and wait for me at the local
tool shop?” Miyako asked, turning on Daisuke.

“Huh? Why?”

“I wanna make a few magical talismans with the 
stones I picked up from the Bandits. That abandoned 
tower should do. You and V-mon can wait for us while 
I work my magic! Ta ta!”

“Hey wait!” Daisuke groaned. “Man, that girl is so full
of energy.”

“I thought those were your kind of girls Daisuke,”
V-mon said.

“Yeah, full of energy.... but not skinny as a rail and flat
as a beanpole.” Daisuke grunted.

V-mon snickered. “That’s not it and you know it.”
Daisuke blushed.

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“Ah, this should do.” Miyako removed her cape,
revealing a dozen bags tied to the back of her cape.
Spreading out the collection of gemstones, she took
out a red crystal and set a flat piece of paper with a
magic circle inscribed on it. “Lets see, that’s north....”

As she let go, the energy flared underneath the paper.
“Magic seal step one. Lets see.... ah ha...”

Taking one of the gemstones in her hand, she muttered
something under her voice. Her hand flared and she
poured dust onto the paper. Repeating it a few times, 
she grinned. “Wow, this is hard work.”

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Daisuke yawned, copied by V-mon. “Aw hurry up 
Miyako.”

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Miyako uncapped a vial of water and poured it over 
the sand mixture, coating it all. “Into my hands give 
force, your power inter the force.” she said. Then, 
magic flared as the crystal slowly took shape into a 
large red crystal talisman. “Ah, a magical talisman. 
This’ll bring me a nice price. Hey, I should make more 
of these.”

“Do please hurry up Miyako,” Hawkmon urged. 
“Daisuke and V-mon are most certainly waiting for 
us.”

Miyako nodded absently as she began to work even
faster.

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“I’m back!” Miyako proclaimed, running into the shop
with her treasure slung over her shoulder. “Excuse me 
Mr. Proprietor! I have some great stuff to sell!”

The middle aged man came out, rubbing his hands. 
“All right lets see what you’ve got.”

After inspecting the Talisman with a gemstone 
microscope, he said, “And you made this yourself?”

“Yeah, pretty good quality, ne?” Miyako said, proud.

“Hey Miyako, could you make me a cheeseburger?” 
Daisuke asked.

“Me too! I’m hungry!” V-mon added.

The man then picked up the dagger and looked it over. 
“Hmm this is a very unique piece.” He unsheathed it 
and looked into the blade. “I’ll take it.... if I could take 
something else with it.”

“Sure!” Miyako exclaimed, happy he would buy it. 
“Take what?”

“I’LL TAKE THIS KNIFE AND I’LL TAKE YOUR 
LIVES WITH IT!” The man shouted, a berzerker look 
in his eyes as he lunged for Miyako who yelped in 
panic.

A loud clang was heard as Daisuke blocked him with 
the sword he carried. “Hey! Miyako! Why’d the old 
man just flip out like that?” he grunted, keeping the 
older man away from Miyako who leapt away, 
swinging the knife wildly.

“It’s not his fault Daisuke,” Miyako said.

“That’s right,” Hawkmon added, tensing. “He’s 
under the knife’s control. There must be a Bezerker
spell on it to make anyone who uses it go crazy.”

“I think a hasty retreat is in order here,” Miyako said,
backing to the door. Suddenly, the man lashed out,
a thin streamer of energy slashing a bookshelf. The
contents and the upper half of the bookshelf crashed
to the floor, in front of the door. “Uh oh.”

“V-mon!” Daisuke shouted.

“V-mon Head!” The blue reptile Digimon launched
himself at the crazed man, knocking him into a shelf.
The shelf shattered under his weight as Miyako
grabbed Daisuke’s hand. “Back yard! Hurry!”

In the back yard, Daisuke drew his sword but Miyako
said, “No, he’s just possessed.”
“Got any ideas how to stop a possessed man from
potentially killing us?” Daisuke said, sheathing his
sword.

“Nothing actually.”

“Then we’ll continue with brute force! V-mon! Lets
do it!”

“Right! V-mon e.....” V-mon’s stomach grumbled.
“I can’t do it, I’m too hungry to continue.”

“Aw man!” Daisuke groaned.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” The crazed
man came down, knife slashing into the ground,
making a huge trench with the blades magic attack.
Miyako grimaced and sweatdropped as she backed
up.

“Man, can’t we stop this guy?” Daisuke asked, 
dodging swipes from the attacker, occasionally
parrying with his sword.

“None, and I can’t risk using my magic in case I
hurt him!” Miyako said.

“And I’m all evolved out.... huh?” V-mon got
to his feet as he saw a small blade sticking out of
a pile of rubble. Walking over, ignoring the cries
of his partner, he dug quickly until he found a
flame red egg, embossed with a sun shaped crest
and a metal horn sticking out of the top. “What’s
this? Some kinda food?” V-mon tried to bite the
egg but winced. “Oow, that smarts.”

“Hey! It’s one of the lost Digimentals! V-mon,
give it to me!” Miyako said.

“A little help here?” Daisuke called, parrying
another attack.

“Daisuke! Catch!” Miyako tossed the egg as
Daisuke leapt over the man and grabbed the egg
out of midair. Landing, Miyako called, “Shout
Digimental Up!”

“Okay, here goes. Digimental Up!”

“V-mon armor evolve!” V-mon was uplifted as
the Digimental flew into the forming red sphere.
Then, it shattered, revealing a bipedal blue lizard
with egg shaped armor on his body in a red and
orange scheme, sharp spikes coming out of the
helmet on his head, and three each on all his 
limbs. “Fladramon, burning with Courage!”

“Wow, he’s got another evolution,” Daisuke
said as the man stalked up to him.

“DDDDDIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” The man shouted,
his weapon aimed for Daisuke’s neck.

“Fire Rocket!” Fladramon shouted, a blast of
flames knocking the man back. Fladramon
interposed himself between the two as he
withdrew his spikes on one hand, igniting it with
flames. “Fire....”
Suddenly, the upstairs window slammed open as
a heavy set scary looking woman leaned out of
the window. “Morris!” she screeched. “Come back
inside and stop playing with the customers, before
I really get MAD!” Then, she slammed it shut.

The man went blue in the face as he tossed the
knife away, Miyako neatly catching it. “Wow,
a wife broke the spell of the cursed knife.”

“I’d rather take the curse,” Fladramon said.

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Later, in a small resturant/inn, the four were
eating. Daisuke and V-mon were eating a lot
of food while Hawkmon and Miyako were 
eating at a slower pace, Miyako thinking 
about the days events.

Daisuke looked up from his food and said, “Hey
Miyako, didn’t you say you were a sorceress?”

“Yeah, why’d you ask?” Miyako said, looking
up from the stew she was stirring slowly.

“Well, other than that big Dragon Slave thing 
you used on that black dragon, me and V-mon 
haven’t seen any of your magic! Why is that?”

“Well, I guess I haven’t had the chance to use 
it yet I suppose.” Miyako admitted.

Daisuke suddenly stopped eating. “Hmmm... 
can you take care of bandits and monsters and 
stuff?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

Daisuke smiled. “Well then I guess I’ll leave 
these guys to you!”

True to Daisuke’s words, the doors swung open 
to reveal a group of Trolls, lead by a figure 
wrapped in bandages. The lead figure carried a 
large weapon of some sort. Immediately, the 
patrons of the resturant cleared out, leaving the 
quartet sitting at the table.

“So, you’re Miyako Inoue, the famous bandit 
killer, am I right?” the lead figure said.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” she asked. Then, it 
dawned on her. “Oh, I see. You’re from the 
Dragon Fangs and you want your treasure back, 
don’t you?”

“Yes,” the figure admitted.

“Well far be it from me to agree with a Mummy 
man.”

“That’s MummyMON,” the figure corrected
a bit testily. “Thanks to your Flare Arrow, I’ve
needed more bandages than before. If you would
be so kind to give us your treasure you have
taken from us, then we will leave quickly and
quietly.”

“Well now Mummymon, it seems we have a
conflict of interests.” Miyako grinned nastily.
“Buzz off, I ain’t interested.”

“You’ll regret that remark. Attack!”

Immediately, the Trolls leapt to Mummymon’s
command, bearing weapons and such to try and
turn Miyako into a paste on the ground.

Miyako just grinned as she leapt over them,
tagging one of them with a glowing finger. Then,
after a few more tags to the other Trolls, she 
landed beside Daisuke who asked, “What was 
all that for? They’re still alive!”

“Daisuke, wound them.”

“WHAT?!” Daisuke shouted. “Me wound a 
Troll?! Trolls can regenerate really quickly you 
know!”

“Just DO IT!” Miyako shouted as the pair of
Mercanaries cringed.

“Okay okay. Hey V-mon, do you have those 
Acorns we picked up along the road?”

“Right here Daisuke!” V-mon said, handing the 
five Acorns to Daisuke. Daisuke took them and 
flicked them with tremendous force at the Trolls.

The acorns penetrated as the Trolls looked on in
confusion. Mummymon laughed. “You can’t hurt
Trolls like that!” Then, he stopped and gaped. 
“HUH?!”

In an instant, the five trolls who were struck 
imploded in a small contained blast.

“What did you do?” V-mon asked.

“It’s simple really,” Hawkmon said. “She turned 
their healing powers against them, causing them 
to implode when wounded.”

“I think disgression is the best agenda. Run away!”
Mummymon turned tail and ran with the rest of the
remaining trolls.

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“What I don’t get, is that those Dragon Fangs are
so anxious to get back their treasure.” Miyako
frowned thoughtfully.

“Perhaps its a matter of Bandit Pride Miyako,”
Hawkmon suggested.

“No, I know bandits and they don’t have much
pride to chase after someone through four towns.”
Daisuke shook his head. “Besides, they seem
really intent. I think they’re after a certian treasure.”

“Yeah, those bandits are really persistant,” V-mon
added.

Just then, a knock at the door was heard. Daisuke
got up, grabbing his sword. “Yes?” he called.

A voice came through the door. “Excuse me, but I
have a buisness proposition for you. If you let
me in, there will be no exchange of hostilities?”

“How do we know you’re not here to kill us?”
Miyako called through the door.

“Please,” said another voice, a bit more drab than
the first one. “It’s very important. We are willing
to pay whatever you want. I know we sound
suspicious but believe me, this is a serious matter.”

Daisuke and Miyako exchanged glances before
Daisuke opened the door. Behind the door was a
hooded figure with an equally hooded figure
beside him, though a lot shorter. “Thank you,”
the figure said, stepping inside the room.

“Well well now, you must be the one who sent
those guys after us.” Then, Mummymon walked
in, back in his blue outfit. “Well now, there’s a
familiar eye. I’m suprised you brought your
Mummymon with you,” Miyako said a bit
mockingly.

“Pay your respects,” Mummymon snapped but
the figure held up a gloved hand.

“Please, no fighting.”

“Who are you anyways?” Daisuke asked.

“Yeah! Just who are you?” V-mon added.

“We certianly cannot exchange offers if you do
not give your name,” Hawkmon added.

“Very well.” The figure removed his hood and
face mask to reveal dark purple eyes, purple hair
so dark it was black, and a stone complexion.
“My name, is Ken Ichijoji. And this is my friends,
Wormmon and Mummymon.”

“How do you do,” Wormmon said, coming out
from the small hood he wore.

“You’re..... half Monochromon!” Miyako 
exclaimed.

“I suppose so.” Ken looked at the floor. “I am
a third human, Monochromon and Bakemon. I
require a small object you have stolen from the
Dragon Fangs for my purposes.”

“And what is that exactly? I can’t just trust a
guy who’s a third Viral Digimon now can I?”
Miyako said, folding her arms.

“No, I suppose not.”

“Hiya!” V-mon said to Wormmon. “I’m V-mon.”

“I’m Wormmon, nice to meet you,” he said,
shaking with one foreleg.

“Looks like our Digimon like each other,” Daisuke
said, leaning his sword on his shoulder.

“I suppose so.” Ken said in the same low, level
tone that made him sound eternally sad. “Now,
can we get down to buisness? I’m willing to pay
anything you ask for.”

“Of course. Lets see.... there’s the Cursed Knife,
the Orihalcon Statue, the Talismans I made and
the Collectors Coins. Okay.” Miyako thought for
a second, a wide grin spreading on her face. 
“Starting with the coins. That’ll be 10,000,000 
Gold Pieces!”

“TEN MILLION?!” Mummymon gaped. The
expression was mirrored by Daisuke, V-mon
and Wormmon. Hawkmon who was used to his
partner vastly overcharging people just shook
his head while Ken’s eyes were wide. ‘I’d better
not say anything or else she’ll charge me even
more,’ Ken thought.

“Okay, going onto the Knife.... that’ll be...
30,000,000! A bargian!”

“With that kind of money you could buy your
own castle! On prime real estate! WITH THESERVANTS INCLUDED!” Ken shouted.

Miyako went into a daydream about being in
a princess gown with servants and a castle.
“Aaaahhhh....”

“She CAN’T be serious,” Daisuke said to
Mummymon who nodded.

“Oh she’s serious alright,” Hawkmon said.

“Niisan, I think she’s overcharging.” 
Wormmon said to V-mon.

“No kidding.”

Ken recomposed himself as he said, “I will pay
25,000 now, and pay you the rest of the money
later.”

“No deal. You haven’t even said what you
wanted!”

“If I do that, you’ll charge me half of Sailoon’s
Treasury. I’m sorry Miss Inoue, but the deal is
off. But rest assured, I will get the item in
question.” He turned, covered his head once
again and walked out, followed by Wormmon
and Mummymon. “Because,” he said, stopping
before exiting fully, “once you step out of this
inn, we become deadly enemies.”

“I’m counting on it,” Miyako said confidently.

Daisuke closed the door, turned on Miyako and
shouted, “Why in the world did you charge
those REDICULOUS PRICES?!”

“What did you expect me to do? If he was so
desperate to get the item, he wouldn’t have 
offered to pay anything I wanted! I wanted to
make sure that he really wanted it badly.”
Miyako started to remove her boot before she
looked up angrily at Daisuke and V-mon. “okay
out into your own room! A lady needs to get
some sleep, you hear?”

Daisuke nodded as he picked up his sword and
the Digimental he picked up at the shop. “Night
Miyako.” Then, he and V-mon exited the room.

End Episode 2