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?No-talent jerk.? Dietrich growled as he walked alongside the floating creature who was allegedly his ?guide?. To be honest, despite the sheer idiocy of the claims of this ?DemiMeramon?, all around the blue eyed teen was nothing but wilderness. Some palm trees dotted the area, and the rest was a mix of dirt and tall grass, with paths cut through them in several twisting directions.

?Hello?!?

?Huh? What?? Dietrich snapped back to ?reality?, looking over at the little fireball who had addressed him. ?...Huh??

?I said, ?who?s a no-talent jerk??? DemiMeramon inquired, looking up at the human with wide eyes. The German raised an eyebrow and blinked in surprise. He was sure he hadn?t said that out loud.

?Back in Berlin- uh, I mean... back where I?m from, this guy... oh, forget it,? he answered, spinning his revolver with his index finger as they continued to walk. ?Tell me, are we headed anywhere in particular??

?Well... I don?t know, to be honest. You?re one of the DigiDestined. That makes you very important here.? answered the living flame.

?But why? What good could I possibly be doing here?!? Dietrich shouted, halting the movements of his gun by wrapping his hand around the grip. ?Why am I so important?!?

?I?m... not sure yet. But I do know there are others like you,? the spherical blaze hesitated for a moment. ?If you want, we can search for them. After all, there?s no sense being here if we don?t know why you?re here.?

?I?ve got a better idea. Is there any way back to the real world?? demanded the former street racer.

?This world is real.?

?Well, fine. Is there any way back to my world, then? Or any kind of fuckin? civilization?? Dietrich raved, becoming more and more on edge at the prospect of being separated from his entire life. ?I have friends. A job, a girlfriend! I have to get back-?

?I don?t think there are any ways back.? DemiMeramon interrupted. The blond blinked several times, before placing his free hand on his chin. His breathing grew heavy, filled with anger and frustration. He began spinning his revolver again, faster, this time.

?Scheisse!!? he roared, hammering his foot into a rock and launching it into the grass. ?Okay, so I?m stuck in Buttfuck, Middle-of-Nowhere with nobody but you. I got one bloody bullet and no car. Okay...? Dietrich took a few deep breaths. ?You said there were other humans around here? Do you know where??

?Well, no, I don?t. Um... there?s a little village a day or so away from here. We could head out there and ask around... but...?

?What is it??

?Well... the Digimon on this continent are prone to violence. Plus... a lot of them don?t like humans. We?ll have to be real careful so long as we?re here.? DemiMeramon explained.

?Digimon?? the boy questioned.

?Yeah, Digimon. Like me, I?m a Digimon. You?re a human, get it?? the fireball explained.

?Yeah, I get it. Well, if we?re a day out, is there any place close by to get some food and shit for the trip?? Dietrich asked.

?Uh huh! There?s a restaurant not far away! We could go there for food. For that other thing... I don?t know where you?d get it.? the digital creature answered.

?Awesome. Let?s go there, I guess,? the German decided, still twirling his revolver. ?Hey. What was your name again??

?DemiMeramon.? he answered.

?Okay. Mine?s Dietrich. Uh... I appreciate the help you?ve been trying to give me. Wish I could repay you, but... I don?t got anything.? came the sheepish reply.

?It?s okay. You?ll be paying back all of us once you discover your purpose here. Who knows? Maybe after you fulfill that purpose, you can go back to your home.? the flame-monster hypothesized.

?Yeah... maybe. Hey, let?s get moving.? Dietrich suggested, breaking out into a run. DemiMeramon rushed ahead, bobbing along through the air as he raced over the grass, just high enough above the blades to avoid igniting them and putting his human companion in danger.