Digigirls-The Tale of Vocamon pt. 1

Resounding Beats!
An Idol Appears?!
Part 1
By Panahinuva

The sun dawned on another wretchedly hot day in the Server Desert.  The five digidestined trudged through the desert, the only sounds being the crunching of sand under their feet and Joe's near-constant griping.  "Guyyyyys I've got sand in my shorts and it's chafing like crazy..."  The navy haired boy complained, trudging along at the back of the group.  Matt and TK rolled their eyes together, Sora and Tai both sighed, but Mimi spoke up as well.  The digimon were all trying to remain neutral in all this, although Gomamon did look very apologetic.  
"I know!"  The brown haired girl whined.  "My clothes are totally ruined and I'm hot and I'm tired and I don't want to go any further!"  She said, dropping down where she stood into a sitting position on the sand.  
"Mimi, we can't stop yet."  Palmon said, laying an encouraging hand on Mimi's trembling arm.  "We'll just go a little farther and then we'll probably find a shopping mall or something!"
Mimi visibly brightened at the thought.  "O...ok."  The pink clad girl said, standing up and brushing herself off.  "I'll stick with it."  As soon as she started walking, the rest of the group, excluding Joe, gave relieved smiles to Palmon.
The group walked for another hour or so before Sora raised a hand above her eyes and stared into the distance.  "Ummm...Guys?"  She said, frowning.  "Is that a building, or am I seeing things?"
Mimi also shaded her eyes and then they sparkled.  "It's a mall!"  She squealed, putting on a sudden burst of speed and leaving the rest of the group in the dust.
"Mimi, stop!"  Matt yelled after her.  "That's not a good..."  He stopped as he noticed Mimi was not listening, sprinting towards the mall.  The rest of the group took off after her and managed to catch up with her as she pulled the doors open.  They were hit by a blast of refreshingly cool air.
"It's even air conditioned!"  The pink dressed girl squealed.  She darted inside and the rest followed her in warily, all of them glancing around for any threats.  There were none.  In fact, there was no one there at all.  There were shops, fully stocked, but not a single human or digimon in sight.  Mimi bounded from store to store, squealing like a child who has just discovered that there is a small room in his house made entirely of candy.
The others huddled up.  "Sora, you go with Mimi, make sure she doesn't get into trouble."  Tai instructed her.  "The rest of us will split into groups and scout the mall.  Matt, TK and I will go that way and Joe and Izzy will go that way."
They all nodded, Joe grumbling slightly, but Gomamon and Tentomon chatting happily.  Matt, Tai and TK went off in the other direction, all looking around seriously, Patamon riding on TK's hat.  And Sora went off after Mimi, who was wandering around a clothes store, of course.
"Mimi, this place could be dangerous."  Sora chided, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder and preventing her from darting away.  Biyomon and Palmon flanked her, preventing her from fleeing.
Mimi pouted.  "Awww, but I wanted to go shopping..."  She sniffed, giving Sora her best puppy dog eyes.
Sora sighed.  "Fine.  But don't run away again."  
Mimi instantly brightened up.  "I won't!"  She said cheerfully, skipping off to pick up a dress and examine it.  Sora wandered deeper into the store, determined to do some investigation of her own.  As she passed the dressing room, she hesitated and frowned.  She thought she had seen something.  She walked to the door and pushed it open, glancing around without going inside.  "Hey, Biyomon!"  She called over her shoulder.  "Can you come over here?"
"Sure Sora."  The pink bird called back, scurrying over to join her.  "What's wrong?"
"I thought I saw something in there."  Sora replied, pointing into the dressing room.  "And I didn't want whatever it was to attack me."  
Biyomon nodded.  "Well, let's go check it out."  The bird and the girl entered the dressing room.  And then Sora vanished.

Sora awoke, strapped facedown on a cold table.  She struggled, but whatever the straps were made out of, they didn't budge an inch.  She heard footsteps...very unusual footsteps.  One was a series of metallic clicks that would be made by metal appendages hitting the ground, while the other were the soft pads of fur or fabric hitting the ground.  "Of course it's you two."  She growled.  "Etemon and Datamon."
"That's right, uhhuhuh."  The arrogant voice of the puppet monkey digimon replied from behind her.  "And we've finally got you in our clutches, uhhuhuh."
There was a retrained electronic cough from Datamon.  "Uh, master...we got the wrong one."  This comment was followed by a wooshing sound followed by a clunk and a grunt of pain from Datamon.
"What do you mean we got the wrong one, uhuhuh?"  The monkey snarled.  "You just told me that we needed the girl digidestined!"
"I don't mean to disagree, Lord Etemon, but there are two female digidestined.  And you got the wrong one.  The chip is tuned for the other one and will be ego-dystonic for OW!"  There was another clunk followed by a sharp crack.  "You cracked my head!"  Datamon protested.
Etemon grunted.  "Well, just stick the chip in her head, uhuhuh."  He grumbled.  "And if she bites it we'll just find the next one and try it again."
"What are you going to do to me?"  Sora asked, starting to feel a little worried.  These two were usually fairly bumbling, but suddenly they were talking like Datamon had actually figured out something dangerous.
"Don't you worry about it, digidestined." Datamon replied.  "This will only hurt a lot."  And then Sora blacked out as she felt like something was drilling into the back of her head.

Sora awoke once again, a slight ache in the back of her head.  Then she froze.  She was lying on her back, on a comfortable bed, in what seemed to be an ordinary apartment.  She slowly turned her head to the left and saw, across the room, another bed, with a human lying on it.  A girl, in fact, about her age, with long red hair, snoozing on her stomach with her mouth hanging open slightly.  Sora got up quickly and snuck out of the room and out the door.  She found herself walking down a hallway and then through a door, into a spacious kitchen, where another human, also with long red hair, was reading the newspaper.  She smiled at the sight of Sora.  "Hey, Sora, you're up early."  She said pleasantly, folding the newspaper.  Sora noticed that it was in English, not in Japanese.  
"Where...am I?"  She asked, a little bemusedly.
The woman looked slightly concerned.  "You're in New York City, sweetie.  You came over here from Japan as part of a foreign exchange program.  My daughter Cassie was very excited to have someone from Japan living in our home."
Sora nodded.  "Riiiight..."  She replied, glancing around again before noticing that she felt hungry.  "Can I...get something to eat?"  She asked, hopefully.  The woman nodded and busied herself with breakfast.  Sora wanted to ask her name, but felt that it would be even more suspicious.  She had no idea what was going on, but decided it would be best to go with the flow.
As breakfast was placed on the table, Cassie stumbled out of the room, rubbing her eyes.  "Soraaaaa you were supposed to wake me up before breakfast!"  She complained, slumping down at the table.  
Sora gave the redhead an apologetic smile.  "Sorry, I forgot."  She said honestly.  "I won't forget next time."  
Cassie grunted.  "Ok, I'll forgive you this time."
After breakfast, Sora let Cassie lead her downstairs, which lead to her learning that she was living in an apartment.  They exited through the front door and caught a bus to school.  The school wasn't anything unusual and Sora felt more and more comfortable in this sudden setting change.  It didn't seem like anything was going to attack her and she was surrounded by humans, which was a nice change.
That night, Sora settled down into bed, wished Cassie goodnight and went to sleep.