This'll be a mix between Digimon Cyber Sleuth, and Digimon Tamers. Set in Tamers with Sleuth elements, such as the Digivolution tree and the obscene amount of freedom therein. So if something rustles your jimmies, just ask me to clarify in a message or whack on a review. I'll be more than happy to answer.

Start!

Unknown Location

Typical and typical could be, in an underground facility stood a man, in a black suit with sunglasses hiding his eyes, short blonde hair and fair skin. He had a flip lighter that he opened and closed incessantly as he watched several alerts pop up on the screen only to vanish seconds later.

"Have you found out why the wild ones keep coming through at such a pace?" Rumbled the man, annoyed at the lack of results.

"Not yet sir, it's unlike the others. Like it's drawing on some mobile focal point." Answered one of the two women who were tapping away at keys on a platform the was raised in the middle of the room.

"Fine. Keep it monitored but put it on the back burner at the moment. They're being destroyed so whatever's drawing them in is at least doing us a favour, for now." Said the man as he mulled over the information.

Shinjuku Park

"Hey boss, look'a this one, he's a total bore!~" A small creature, round bodied with big red eyes and blue leathery wings that gave it a slight air of menace. This creature was DemiDevimon, planted happily on the shoulder of it's 'boss'. A youthful looking man with wild black hair, wolfish golden eyes and fair skin. Sporting a simple black t-shirt and denim jeans combo.

"Yes well it's only another Patamon, but on the upside this'll be the last one until we can hatch our own. So there's an upside, Shu." The youth said, looking at his digivice idly as DemiDevimon nodded, an impish grin growing on his lips as he fluttered off his bosses shoulder and moved in for the kill, the Patomon, a chubby little orange and white creature with wings in place of ears looked about as menacing as an eviscerated puppy. "Make it snappy, there's another breach opening up across the park and I wanna get to it before any of the plebs can." Instructed the young man, Shu chuckled.

"Demi Darts!" Conjuring a dozen of needles filled with a blue liquid and sending them off with a flap of his wings DemiDevimon put the Patamon out of its misery. The young man's digivice collected the data, a little notification flashing on his screen showing 100% data harvested. Now he could hatch a copy of the Patamon species and grow it into a worthy comrade.

That's what confounded him about the others he'd seen occasionally around the breaches in Shinjuku, they only seemed to carry around one digimon. A boy whom he'd only seen the once with a Terriermon, and a girl with a Renamon. He had to get a few more scans of that vixen for... science.

"C'mon Shu, it's emerging now." Ordered the black haired teen as he took off running, DemiDevimon flying after his master with haste. As the pair ran/flew through Shinjuku park a large mist overcame the entire area, "Quick hide! We can do a wicked entrance!" Ordered the teen, Shu nodded and flew into the treetops with a snicker, his master has a weakness for a few things, theatrics was one of them.

Pulling his hair over one eye and watching the Digimon emerge the teen was greeted to a giant insect with four arms, each having five large claws, four wings with thin, white membrane, and a large chrome coloured 'helmet' carapace over its skull, a loose jaw making subtle gnawing motions almost constantly. A Kabuterimon.

"A human!? HA! Are you all this world could muster to greet me?" Asked the large bug with derision leaning forward menacingly.

"Such attitude." Spoke the youth with monotone, internally giggling like a fool, "Is it truly warranted though? For you see, I am Menma Uzumaki, and this!" A large white shaft of light struck down behind him, out of it stepped what could only be described as the devil's edgier cousin.

Devimon, was a lanky humanoid creature with wiry musculature and elongated arms, razor sharp claws tipped with crimson nails, tattered bat wings that still functioned properly despite the appearance. A pair of angled horned sprouting from the sides of his cranium, and only the area around his lips having ashen coloured flesh, the rest of his body was coated in a thin armour-like skin. A large red bat-shaped mark on his chest, along with baggy black jeans and an edgelord white skull on his right knee.

"Is Shu. Say hello Shu." Menma bayed the creature over his shoulder who struck forward with a 'Death Claw' straight through Kabuterimon's skull.

"Hello Shu." Smartass Devimon motherfucker.

Data flowed into the digivice recording the Digimon, it worked in multiple ways one was that the closer the device was to the source the more data it could record, and whilst he couldn't conjure up a brand spankin' new Kabuterimon, he could salvage a Tentomon from the data. Which was good enough.

Menma looked at his digivice, "So the program is almost run it's course, Shu. Another 10 minutes until the next emergence, thank god's bouncy tits for proxy servers amirite?" The teen asked, brushing his hair behind his ear.

"Whatever you say master." The mannerism shifts from Rookie to Champion was slightly polarizing at first, but Devimon grew on Menma, mostly because he was great company. Nothing beat hanging out at home, and watching movies with an edgy satan who thought you were the bees knees.

"Indeed. Well let's go park our asses and wait for the next Digimon to emerge. I love this program." His personal digivice seemed to be more useful than the other's he'd seen, the 'Digi-Scan' the 'Hatchery', the program he used to create new Digimon, the 'Field Guide' that recorded information and statistics an incredibly useful thing.

"How long have we been together now, Shu?" Menma questioned, looking up at the evening sky, the sun just setting.

"I believe roughly three months, Master."

Flashback

Menma, but with slightly shorter hair, wearing a dark grey hoodie and jeans sat at the train station, looking drained, "If that fucking cunt gives me anymore attitude for something I didn't know existed, I'm going to snap a neck." The angry musing were related to his job, retail was fun and all but he hated his boss.

That and his co-workers were giant dicks.

"I understand why people go postal."

Charming.

Anyway, 18 years old and living on his own, his parents were out of the city on a very well deserved vacation for the time, Menma Uzumaki was quite disenfranchised with the world, he'd been working for about two months now at the same store, just a clothing store nothing overtly impressive, and the sheer amount of dickery he'd experienced for being the new guy was otherworldly in scale, and thus was quite the hit to his general world veiw.

The money was nice though, and the customers were generally pleasant people so that was the real saving grace of working there. So, fiddling on his phone he was slightly off-put to see a stray program app pop up on his home screen. "Digimon Capture? Is this some shitty attempt to get me into that janky card game?" He was not fond of said card game. Card games in general just weren't for him, give him a controller, or a mouse 'n' keyboard any day.

"Hello!" Greeted a cheery voice, almost making him jump from his skin, looking around he was then greeted with a giggle, "Down here silly!" Chided the voice, oddly childlike. Looking down he was only able to see his phone, his legs, and the ground.

Then the sight of a large, orange eye filled his phone's screen, "Hey there, I'm Kuramon!"

"I'm so not okay with today."

Flashback End

"The wiki was useless, so I had to rely on the information I could gather from the Field Guide." Mused the youth as he idly cast his eyes towards the Devimon beside him.

"So it would seem master, I remember the slight distress on your face when I grew into a Tsumemon instead of a Pagumon. It would seem your device has an influence on all the data that goes through it." Reminisced the 'fallen angel'.

"Emerging in 30 seconds, and right in front of us. This thing is so useful yet so distressingly useless at times. I can't even send texts anymore because of your little 'infection'."

"Well I wanted to be with you, Master. It is not my fault my presence mutated your 'phone'." The almost perpetual smirk on Devimon's face was offset by the sincerity of his words.

"I AM HERE!"

"Function Call is the best life-hack in the fucking universe." Basically it was a way to drag decently powerful Digimon from the Digital World into the physical world through his Digivice, thereby using it as a conduit, so basically he had an unlimited source of fodder for his digimon to grow off.

This one was a Greymon, though unlike the usual orange colour, it was a dark blue, with golden eyes. This one evolved from an Agumon (Blk). Or BlackAgumon depending on who you asked. Anyway, this Virus-Type Greymon roared ferociously, Devimon floated off the bench and towards his new foe. Menma began a slow, but continuous scan of the virus type, a BlackAgumon would work wonder in the long run.

Greymon lunged at Devimon who backpeddled to avoid the lunge and struck with a Death Claw his limb stretching and striking the creature in the side of the head, sending the rex-shaped Digimon off its feet.

"Pathetic. To think my Master wishes to waste his time with a creature like you." Lamented the demonic looking creature.

"What's going on here!?" Shouted a voice, Menma looked up from his scan, sitting at 38% Menma let it continue ticking forward as his eyes drifted to the holder of the voice. A youth with short dark blue/black hair sporting an orange vest and jeans.

A white and green, floppy-eared rabbit-dog sat on his shoulders, Terriermon.

"Get gone Human!" Ordered Greymon, as it shot a Nova Blaster at the boy and his pet, who leapt out of the way to avoid it, Shu struck out at his foe once more, though this time with a simple Destruction that summoned up a sphere of dark energy that exploded on impact with enough force to throw Greymon into the air and off to the side.

Menma frowned as the scan bugged and paused, "Shu, keep him still if you can, bud." Shu bowed elegantly at the waist.

"Of course Master, I'll endeavor to be more careful."

"Thanks, up-side is that we're at 63% keep it up a little longer." Shu nodded and flew towards Greymon, picking him up and throwing the creature back to his Master's veiw, before pinning it down and constantly tightening his grip.

"Say when, Master."

"Will do."

"What the hell are you doing to this Digimon!?" The boy from before, and his floppy dog made a comeback.

"Scanning it." Answered Menma distantly as he kept his eyes trained on the progress circle.

"You can't just hurt Digimon like this, it's inhumane!"

"You need to bring that shouting of yours down to an inside voice because I am right next to you. And yes I can because once this fella has been scanned I can recreate him as a calm, tame BlackAgumon. Shu may not like it but he know he's my favourite." Shu grinned widely.

"So you force your Digimon into fighting so you can collect more!? What's wrong with you." Snarled the youth.

"Well Shu likes fighting so how about you get off your high-horse, just because you're little rat doesn't want to fight doesn't mean you can remove my and my Digimon's free will, you preachy little prick." Menma snapped back angrily.

A ping alerted Menma that the scan was complete and the Data was ready for replication. "Alright Shu, take 'im out." Another Death Claw to the neck and Greymon, was reduced to Data, since Menma had all he needed from it he allowed Shu to absorb the Data.

One of the rare traits he'd 'installed' into Shu was the 'Ability Theif' trait. There was an off chance he'd take an ability from those he absorbed. It was a pretty good ability, hadn't worked as of yet but he had hopes one day it would.

Today was apparently not that day, but he did get stronger, visibly so, so that was good. Shu rarely got to enjoy Champion level data.

"NO!" Screamed the boy, Menma rolled his eyes.

"We've got enough for the eggs, let's get home before this muppet's head explodes." Shu floated to his Master's side, the floppy dog giggled at the look on Henry's face, the 'smacked-in-the-face-with-a-fish' expression was quite something.

"Momentai, Henry! Not everyone thinks like you. You just gotta go with the flow."

"Well spoken Floppy Dog!" Menma called out over his shoulder as he began processing the new data he'd gotten.

Uzumaki Residence

"Look at them. Adorable." Gushed the teen, Shu, now back to DemiDevimon, sitting on the couch next to a pair of goey little... creatures. A blob with two smaller, ear-shaped blobs and big golden eyes eating the little chunks of rice he was giving it sat on the tamers lap, another blob.

"Say ah, Kuramon." Instructed the young man, the little creature opened its small mouth.

"Ahh~." Adorable. He picked up another lump of rice, adding a little bit of cheese, and popped it into the creatures mouth. Poyomon snored, a little white blob with bright blue eyes happily slumped against the tamers leg.

"Whatever you say, boss." Acquiessed the Virus Type with a bored eye roll, "I'm headin' to bed. Seeya in the mornin'." Menma nodded and waved him off as Shu flew into his Master's room and got into his bed.

Menma rubbed the top of Kuramon's head with one of his fingers, the little critter vibrated happily, it felt as squishy as it looked. "You'll be a little fella for a few days, and then hopefully we can get to work on makin' you a big boy." Kuramon wiggled happily.

He pulled out his digivice and looked at the guide, "So Kuramon, then to Tsumemon and to BlackAgumon instead of DemiDevimon. Too easy. And for Poyomon, oh Tokomon and then Patamon. We'll get that mysterious blanked out armour-angel thing." That was the screwy thing sometimes, since he wasn't exactly a Digimon aficionado he wasn't exactly able to pick every Digimon that was shadowed out in the digivice.

"Finicky thing." Murmured the youth with a sigh, "C'mon kids, i'll put you to bed. Big day tomorrow." Scooping up the squishy babies into his arms the young man went into his room.

End

A new attempt at the Digimon story. A bigger focus on the team and breaking off from cannon down the road, so get hyped for that.

Raxychaz!