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He had this look in his eyes that made you wonder just how m a n y people he’s killed.

( And this… ) grin that made you realize

he’s probably lost count.

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Mistakes Were Made

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Mako stiffened as Guilmon approached him, eyes darting to the side towards the window where his friends were again urging him to hurry the fuck up. He stiffened even further as the first pair of footsteps took off away from him, just as the red dinosaur digimon before him uttered the words ‘Impmon’s tamer.’

“U-um…yeah, actually,” he said with a nervous laugh, scratching at the back of his head. “Well, one of them? My sister Ai’s also…yeah. Sorry,” he added, shuffling back a few feet, “for disturbing you. We thought the place was ditched.”

That really wasn’t much excuse for illegal behavior, but at least it made it clear that the intent had never been to bother the creature. Mako really didn’t know much about Guilmon’s tamer, apart from the name Takato and what the pair had looked like on the news all those years ago. Nothing further, not really.

Mako was a little curious, though. Had Takato ditched his digimon? Or was the older boy kicked out and homeless? Neither seemed like a good situation, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to be involved at all.

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“It’s okay,” Guilmon replied back, ears twitching curiously. “I was just waiting for Takatomon to come back! He should be back soon.”

Or at least the digimon thought so. Takato had been gone for a little while, having taken off after a nervous breakdown the day before. It wasn’t often he left Guilmon on his own for too long, so the dinosaur wasn’t worried.

That was a lie. He worried so much about Takato.

“Is Impmon doing okay?” he asked curiously. Though he’d never been close with Impmon, he liked to consider them friends.

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Mistakes Were Made

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Mako’s eyes went wide as one of his friends stepped dangerously close to Guilmon’s hiding place–his name was Guilmon, right?–and he flinched as the shoe came down.

“What the fuck is that!?” came his friend’s panicked cry. The boy scrambled backwards, falling over himself in his attempt to get away. The trio of Mako’s friends were frozen now, staring at the beast in fear.

“Fuck this shit, I’m outta here,” one of them muttered, bolting for the broken window. The one who had stepped on the tail and caused the problem followed him out as soon as he was back on his feet. The third was still immobile, unable to remove his shocked gaze from the creature, but he finally regained his senses and chased after the other two.

It left Mako standing alone in the room. He could hear his friends shouting for him to hurry the fuck up from outside the window, but he wasn’t sure what he should do. If Impmon found out he’d disturbed one of his old friends and done nothing, not even apologize, he’d be pissed with the boy for days.

Not that he wouldn’t already be disappointed when he found out Mako skipped school again for some classic breaking and entering, even if the place had seemed abandoned.

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The words of the teenagers caused his ears to lay flat, and he backed up towards the wall, tail between his claws for protection. It still ached from the force of an adolescent’s weight.

They ran, one by one, until only the one child remained, staring at him, and he looked around, sniffing curiously, as if trying to smell his Tamer, but another scent clouded his nose.

The bipedal dinosaur crept forward, following the odd scent right toward the last teen, and finally he recognized the scent. Impmon. He’d recognize it anywhere. But if this one smelled like Impmon, that meant...

“Impmon’s tamer?” Guilmon asked, ears perking up as he stood at full height, versus his previous protective, hunched position.

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Mistakes Were Made

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“Don’t be a fucking wuss!”

“I’m not,” Mako growled at his friend, finally taking the rock he’d been weighing in his hand and lobbing it directly at the window. The place was a decrepit mess anyways; there was no way anybody actually lived here. Well, maybe a homeless person.

The action brought sputtering laughs forth from the three other boys, one of them clapping Mako on the back as he walked past, on his way to shimmy through the window.

The boys had been on the search for a new hideout after their old one was busted, and this place seemed perfect for it. Nobody would care about an old building like this, right? Maybe they’d have to contend with some rats, but not many people would be interested in fighting over it.

Mako ducked through the broken glass last, taking a look around at the concrete walls as his friends got to work covering them with spraypaint. There were some cardboard boxes stacked under the rusted metal stairs. That wasn’t a big deal; the red dinosaur tail he saw sticking out of them was.

Digimon. One of those ones that Impmon had known way back when the D-Reaper came calling. Shit.

“Hey dude, you look white as a goddamn sheet. What’s wrong with you? Finally lose your balls?”

“No! I just…don’t think this is the best place, okay? Come on, let’s pick another building,” Mako said with a shaky grin, backing towards their entry point.

“What? No way! This place is perfect!”

No, it’s really, really not.

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There’s a connection between a Digimon and his partner that’s unlike any other, at least between Guilmon and Takato. They were part of each other, bonded beyond all belief, and maybe that’s why when Guilmon felt a sudden fright from the glass breaking, Takato had a feeling that something was wrong.

Guilmon took cover, wing-like ears laying back as he scuttled his body underneath a cardboard box, an all-too-familiar action for the dinosaur. It wasn’t the first nor the last time he would hide under a box for cover.

Guilmon hoped, as soon as he heard the adolescent voices, that they’d simply leave before Takato returned, because that’s something he didn’t want to think about. His partner was not kind to others anymore, and if he ever had to witness a bloodbath like the one years ago, he might never be the same.

Luck was not on his side, he decided, when something hard and vaguely foot-shaped came down on his tail and he bolted up, knocking over the pile of boxes as he scrambled to grab his tail and not cry over the sudden pain.

He didn’t, however, consider that he wasn’t careful in not leaving himself in plain view of a few teenagers.

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