As promised before, we are doing a little community event this August - with every day bringing one question for you to answer as a blog - and one prompt for some sort of fanwork. Again, you are allowed to do anything as a fanwork. Fanart, fanfic, aesthetic, photos, cosplay, pixelart... All up to you!
Otherwise just post about your memories with Digimon! :)
Today's question: Who are you? Introduce yourself?
Summary: Takuya thinks Kouji needs better taste in music
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♫ What’s love got to do, got to do with it? What’s love but a second-hand emotion? ♫
”Didn’t know you were a fan of a-pop”, Takuya said.
Entered Kouji’s room and closed the door. Kouji looked up from the book he was reading.
”Huh?”
”Whatcha listening to anyway?”
Kouji shrugged.
”One of mom’s cds. Some kind of mix-tape.”
Takuya found the CD-cover on Kouji’s desk, looked at it. Skimmed through the titles and whistled.
”Everything okay between the two of them?” he asked.
”Mom and dad? Yeah. Why?”
”These are all just heartache and teenage girl-shit.”
Takuya put the cover down, threw himself down on Kouji’s bed. Kouji kicked him to make sure he didn’t take all the space.
”It’s from before they met. Izumi listens to this stuff?”
”Nah, it’s all i-pop with her.”
”You are just making words up now.”
Takuya grinned.
”Of course I am, that’s how all words were invented!”
He sat up, leaned against the wall. Kouji continued reading the book.
”So what kind of music do you listen to?”
Kouji stopped reading the book, looked at Takuya.
”Why are you here?”
”Your dad let me in!”
”No, I mean, why are you here bothering me instead of at the park playing football or something?”
”Can’t a guy just visit his pal for no reason?”
Kouji shook his head, then went back to the book. Takuya looked at the cover. Animals of North America. Well, that explained the a-pop.
”You studying?”
”Not really.”
Kouji closed the book and put it under the pillow. Leaned against the wall next to Takuya.
”Linkin Park”, he said. ”It’s what everyone uses for their Dragonball AMVs.”
”Pfff, nerd.”
”A nerd who can beat you up.”
”I still win at football tho!”
Kouji laughed and Takuya grinned.
”Don’t need to ask what you listen to”, Kouji said. ”Answer is obvious since you knew all the songs on mom’s cd.”
Takuya blushed, turned away.
”I do not listen to teenage girl-crap. I’m cool, I listen to cool-people stuff.”
”Uhu.”
”I’ll show you.”
”Sure”, Kouji laughed again. ”Wanna play Mario Kart, since you’re here anyway?”
Takuya stood up before Kouji even finished the question.
”This time I’m not letting you win!”
>>><<<
It was two days later. Kouji sat on his bed reading a book when the door opened and Takuya’s face showed up.
”Whatcha reading?”
”Do you ever say ’hi’ to people?”
Kouji closed the book, put it under his pillow. Sat crosslegged on the bed and watched Takuya as he entered the room.
”Nope!” He threw himself on the bed and then held a thin, square package to Kouji. ”For you!”
”Didn’t know it was my birthday.”
Kouji grabbed the present, unwrapped it. Takuya sat up and leaned against the wall.
”Happy birthday!” he said with a laugh. ”It’s a mix tape.”
”A mix-tape?”
”Yeah!”
Takuya grabbed it, stood up and put it in the CD-player. Threw the cover back to Kouji.
”You need some good music to listen to, not just girl-stuff.”
”Thank you?”
The music started playing and Kouji looked at the list Takuya had written to see what songs was on it. Takuya took a step backwards.
”Anyway, I gotta go. Football practice. See you at school tomorrow!”
Kouji frowned.
”Wait, Takuya, these are all…”
The door slammed shut as Takuya escaped through it.
”...love-songs. Okay. That was normal.”
He grabbed the book, leaned against the wall. The door opened again and Satomi peeked inside.
”Takua left in a hurry", she said. "Did you two fight?”
Kouji shook his head.
”He just gave me a cd full of love-song and then left. I think he’s an idiot.”
Satomi smiled.
”Or maybe he’s trying to tell you something.”
Kouji rolled his eyes, opened the book.
”And what would that be?”
”I think you can figure that out yourself”, she answered. ”Unless you’re an idiot too.”
She winked at him, then started leaving again.
”Dinner is in half an hour, good luck figuring it out.”
She closed the door, left Kouji to stare at it. ♫ There’s no hidden meaning you know when I, when I say I love you honey. ♫ Kouji shook his head, put the cd-cover on the desk. There’s no way Takuya was trying to tell him something through a mix tape.
Summary: Tomoki calls Kouji in the middle of the night to ask if they're friends. And maybe he needs a favor or two on top of that.
TW: alcohol, vomiting, breaking the law
Kouji’s phone rang. He woke up instantly, sat up and looked around before grabbing it. Tried to see what time it was, but his eyes were blurry from sleep.
”Hello?”
”We’re friends, right?”
Tomoki. Kouji yawned.
”What do you want?”
No one started a conversation with ’we’re friends, right’ unless they wanted something. Kouji rubbed his eyes, yawned. Hoped the conversation would be over soon so he could go back to sleep.
”There’s a party”, Tomoki said.
”Uhu.”
Kouji was the last person people asked to come to a party.
”How much have you had?”
”Nnnnnnnothing.”
”Sure. Tomoki, what do you want?”
Tomoki didn’t answer straight away. The music in the background got quieter.
”’scuse.”
Sound of vomiting. Kouji let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. A toilet flushed.
”We… we’re friends right?” Tomoki asked again.
”Of course, but it’s the middle of the night and I have work in the morning, so. I mean this in the kindest way possible. What the fuck do you want?”
”can… can you come get me?”
Kouji sighed, looked at the time. 01:30. He really wanted to go back to sleep.
”Fine, I’m coming. Where are you?”
”Katsuharu’s place.”
Kouji stood up, grabbed his coat and helmet.
”I’ll be there in five.”
Ended the call, put his shoes on and left the apartment. In five meant he’d have to break every speed limit, but whatever, they were stupid anyway. He got on the bike, put the helmet on and started the drive.
It took him 4 minutes. Tomoki was already outside waiting for him. Kouji took the helmet off, handed it to Tomoki.
”Drugs?” he asked.
Tomoki shook his head.
”Just sake. And beer. And vodka.”
”Yeah, okay. Get on and grab hold. If you move I’m shoving you off.”
”I don’t want my parents to know.”
”I know.”
Kouji pinched the bridge of his nose again. He needed to be back in bed. He had work, and then school.
”Just get on.”
Tomoki grinned, put the helmet on and climbed onto the bike, wrapped his arms around Kouji. Kouji kicked the bike into gear again, drove back home. Within the speed limits this time. It would be stupid to attract the cops with a drunk Tomoki in tow.
15 minutes. They had to stop once so Tomoki could throw up. Kouji parked the bike, helped Tomoki off and led him to the apartment.
”Bed”, he said.
Shoved Tomoki towards the bed with one hand and grabbed a trashcan with the other.
”I’m glad you’re my friend”, Tomoki mumbled as he crawled in under the covers, not even protesting.
”You’re just saying that because I have an apartment.”
”No angry parents”, Tomoki yawned, ”here.”
”It’ll be a furious Kouji if you don’t go to sleep right now.”
”mmm…. Thank you.”
”Just go to sleep.”
Tomoki did. Kouji put the trashcan by the bed, hung his coat up, put the helmet on the shelf. Folded a jumper and laid down on the floor, jumper under his head. I’m glad you’re my friend. Kouji took a shaky breath, smiled. I’m glad you’re my friend, too.
Two men stops Izumi on her way home and her escape gives her a chance to train her wings. (Lights Out AU)
tw: attempted sexual assault
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There was a man in the middle of the road, blocking it. Izumi’s stomach felt heavy, but she kept walking, tried to walk past him. He grabbed her arm, pulled her closer.
”Where are you going, pretty?”
A shiver ran down Izumi’s spine, and not the good kind. She stomped his foot, pulled free, backed away. Hands on her back stopped her.
”Leaving already, babe? Party’s just beginning.”
The air shifted, whispered his movements to her before they happened. She ducked, under his arms, and moved to the side. There were two men on the street. The wind blew through the alley, didn’t give her direction, but let her know what was there, what she could use. A fire-ladder just above her.
She jumped, grabbed it. The men moved to grab her feet and she kicked away from the wall, jumped to the other. Grabbed a window sill. Up, she needed to get away. Pulled herself up, probably gave whoever lived in there a scare, but she couldn’t stop to apologize. The men reached for the fire ladder as well, reached it, and she jumped back to it, rattled it so they lost their grip.
Two floors up. She could hear the ladder rattle as the men grabbed it again, started their climb. She jumped to the other wall, grabbed the downspout. She could hear them screaming after her and stuck her tongue out towards them.
Then she continued upwards. She could feel them give up, climb back down. The downspout rattled, felt like it would break.
Come on, almost up. Wings. How do I…
There was a tug on her back. Then another. She let go of the downspout, let her wings carry her to the roof. Landed on it before running, flying, further away from the alley. Forward, no thoughts about where she was moving, she just knew she had to keep moving.
Eventually the buildings got lower. Further apart. With every jump she got closer to the ground. Her feet touched asphalt and her wings faded. She leaned against a tree, caught her breath. Wind danced around her, pulled at her, and she looked up. Laughed.
She had ended her escape outside of Junpei’s house. Sure, she thought, I can pay him a quick visit. Her body trembled as she walked to the house and she couldn’t tell if it was adrenaline from the flight, or nervousness about seeing Junpei.
Summary: To get to know their younger team members, Taichi asks Kouji and Kouichi about their first magical time
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”When was your first time?” Taichi asked. ”How was it?”
Kouichi almost choked on his drink. Blinked. Kouji stopped with his spoon halfway to his mouth.
”...what?” Kouji asked.
”Your first time”, Taichi repeated.
Yamato put his face in his hand, shook his head. Kouji and Kouichi just kept staring at Taichi.
”I… don’t think that’s an appropriate conversation”, Kouichi tried.
”Come on, I’m curious. Was it good? Did you feel all tingly inside?”
”Their first time, what?” Yamato said with a laugh.
”Oh!” Taichi blushed. ”Doing the magic tango, you know.”
Yamato laughed again, grabbed Taichi’s arm.
”I will call HQ and tell them you’re harrassing the younger team members.”
Taichi’s face got redder.
”I’m not! We’re going to be stuck out here together for half a year at least, we should get to know each other.”
Yamato was still laughing. He stood up, patted Taichi’s shoulder. Kouji and Kouichi were still staring, Kouji had put the spoon down.
”Plan is good, execution needs some work”, Yamato said and turned to the twins. ”You two okay?”
”Y-yeah”, Kouichi nodded. ”Just caught off guard.”
”What?! I’d figure you got that question all the time!”
”It’s kind of a personal thing”, Kouji said.
Stood up as well, hands clenched. Taichi scratched the back of his head and looked at the table.
”Sorry, I just haven’t worked with many magic-users before.”
Kouichi and Kouji looked at each other, Kouichi tilted his head and Kouji shrugged. Yamato put an elbow on Taichi’s shoulder, leaned closer.
”Alright, now try asking the full question.”
Taichi’s eyes widened and he slapped a hand infront of his mouth. The red on his cheeks returned and intensified.
”Your first time transforming”, he added, ”how was it? How old were you? Is it like a puberty-thing?”
”Still kind of personal”, Kouji said.
”I was two”, Kouichi answered with a laugh. ”Don’t remember much, but mother assured me I was very cute.”
”So not puberty?”
Kouichi shook his head.
”It can happen literally whenever. Most commonly around age seven, but there’s a few records of people whose magic didn’t manifest until they were 60.”
”I was ten”, Kouji said.
”But you’re twins!”
Taichi grabbed a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup. Kouji clenched and unclenched his hands.
”We’re still seperate people”, he said.
”Our parents are divorced”, Kouichi said. ”It’s not just nature and blood that decides when and how magic manifests.”
”How was it?” Taichi asked again.
”Like I said, I was two. I don’t remember. But now it’s… you know… like wrapping yourself in a big, fluffy, warm blanket.”
”It’s like a fire”, Kouji said. ”Raging through you, burning everything in its path, leaving you as nothing but ashes.”
Kouichi glanced at Kouji, who stared at a spot on the wall without moving.
”It’s different for everyone”, Kouichi added. ”But it’s also…”
He looked at his hands, took a shaky breath.
”It’s power”, he said. ”Strenght. If you can’t control it, it’ll consume you.”
”Wow… that’s so cool.”
”It’s why mages get taken from their families the second they show signs of magic”, Kouji said. ”It’s not ’cool’.”
”It can be both!”
”Hmpf.”
Kouji turned around, left. Slammed the door as he went into the bedroom. Taichi looked towards the door.
”Do I need to apologize?”
Kouichi shook his head, grabbed a piece of bread.
”His bark is worse than his bite, don’t worry. Just give him a couple of hours to cool off.”
For Digimemorial August 2025 day 10 and the prompt "Memories" we're checking in on Takuya and Kouji's life in Italy :D
Summary: Kouji's on the roof, apparently on his way to become a bird's nest, and Takuya decides to check up on him.
Kouji was lying on the roof. Takuya only noticed because he heard a bird land there and turned to make sure it wasn’t damaging anything. He put his hands to his sides.
”Not the best place if you want to hide from the paparazzi!” he called.
Kouji lifted his head, looked at Takuya before shrugging and lying down again. The bird, some kind of pigeon, was making itself comfortable on Kouji’s shin.
”Whatcha doing up there anyway?”
Kouji gestured at the sky, but didn’t say anything. Takuya let out a frustrated breath.
”Fine, I’m coming up! How’d you get there anyway?”
Another gesture, to the ladder for the chimney sweeper this time. The lower part was missing, since the chimney sweeper wasn’t there to work, but Takuya noticed the open window below it.
”We’re not in the jungle!”
He was certain he could hear Kouji roll his eyes, which was amazing. Not the answer he wanted though. He shook his head, went inside. Up one floor to what had become Kouji’s study and to the window. Stuck his upper body through it and tried to reach the ladder. Unsuccessfully.
”How do you expect me to do this? I’m not a monkey.”
Kouji laughed.
”You don’t have to come up here.”
”No, no. I want to see what’s so amazing about the roof that you decided to make a nest up there.”
Kouji’s head appeared over the edge of the roof. Takuya almost tumbled right out of the window in surprise.
”I am putting a fucking bell on you.”
”Kinky.”
Kouji held a hand down for Takuya to grab and Takuya did. Tried not to fear for his life as Kouji pulled him up so he could grab the ladder and pull himself over the edge and up to the roof.
”You. Are insane.”
”A little”, Kouji agreed.
The pigeon was sitting on his head instead. Takuya wanted to shoo it away, but didn’t. Kouji leaned against his knees, looked at the garden. It used to be mostly grass, but Kouji convinced him and the gardener to fill it with flowers and trees instead. Takuya didn’t have kids to play in the grass anyway so he had agreed. It made Kouji happy, so why shouldn’t he?
He still couldn’t name a single one of the flowers though.
”So?” Takuya asked. ”What are you doing up here?”
”I was writing”, Kouji said. ”Needed a break.”
Kouji could get lost in his writing for hours. Usually he’d keep going until Takuya literally dragged him out of the study for dinner. Which meant… he was writing about something he didn’t want to think about.
”What were you writing about?”
”I don’t have any pictures from that trip”, Kouji continued, ”so it’s hard.”
”Russia?”
Kouji didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Takuya didn’t know what had happened in Russia, just that something had and Kouji came back speaking french. Kouji never told him about it.
”What paper are you writing for?”
”Oh”, Kouji’s face softened somewhat. ”None. It’s just… It’s for me.”
”Didn’t know you kept a diary”, Takuya teased.
Kouji looked at him. Takuya knew he had messed up somehow, but he wasn’t sure how.
”But, you do know”, Kouji said. ”You used to read it every day.”
”Buh?”
”My blog?” Kouji continued. ”You followed it back in uni. Guess you’ve gotten too busy with football to keep up.”
”Never too busy for you”, Takuya purred.
Kouji shoved him. Deserved. A roof was not the sexiest place in the world.
”I didn’t know you still updated it”, Takuya said.
”I try”, Kouji said. ”But sometimes there’s no internet, and sometimes I forget my phone. And sometimes I’m…”
His voice trailed off. He leaned back, looked at the clouds. Deep in thought. Takuya needed to interrupt it.
”Sooo… how are we getting back down?”
Kouji laughed. Grabbed the bird and put it on the tiles instead.
”I’ll help you, grampa.”
”I’m a soccer player”, Takuya defended himself with, ”not bloody Tarzan.”
”Me, Tarzan. You, Jane”, Kouji answered.
Laughed again before standing up. Takuya moved back to the ladder, swung his legs over the edge. Kouji sat down next to him.
”Down is easier”, Kouji said. ”Just have to let yourself fall.”
”No thank you, I need my legs for work.”
”Just make sure to land on your head then.”
Takuya didn’t move. Kouji shook his head, then swung himself over the edge, disappeared. Takuya leaned forwards, cursed. Kouji’s arm appeared out the window.
”Alright granpa, come on. I’ll guide you.”
Takuya swallowed, grabbed the ladder and slowly lowered himself over the edge. Kouji’s hands grabbed his feet, guided them to the window frame. Takuya’s hands felt sweaty where they gripped the ladder.
”What do I do now?”
”Let go up there and grab the window frame.”
”This is stupid, why did I go up here?”
”Because you’re an idiot.”
”And why did you go up there?”
”I already told you. Come on, you’re making it harder than it need to be.”
Takuya took a deep breath, let go of the ladder with one hand. Flailed helplessly for five terrifying seconds before Kouji grabbed his hand and put it against the window frame.
”Grab me if I fall”, Takuya begged.
Let go of the ladder. Something pulled at his belt and he ducked just in time to not hit his head against the frame. He took a step forwards for balance, but there wasn’t anything there and he fell. His stomach crumbled, his heart stopped beating. And then he landed on the floor. Fell forwards. Somehow didn’t hurt himself, more than his pride. Kouji laughed.
”Easy as pie!”
”I am never doing that again.”
”You say that every time.”
”I’m installing a ladder.”
”Uhu.”
”Or a slide.”
”Sure.”
”Maybe a water slide.”
Takuya sat up. Grinned. A water slide would be pretty epic. Kouji smiled at him.
”Alright, I need to get back to work”, he said.
”Or”, Takuya negotiated, ”we could go to the water park.”
Kouji hesitated. Stared at his desk, hand on the notebook he’d been writing in. Takuya waited. Kouji’s eyes looked far away, lost in a memory Takuya didn’t know about. Then he closed the book.
”Yeah, sure, let’s go to the water park. Sounds fun.”
Takuya jumped up from the floor, grabbed Kouji’s hand and dragged him out of the room. The water park would be a lot more fun than climbing the roof.
Max was poking at Kouichi’s digivice with a screwdriver. Kouichi was lying nearby, eyes glued to the screwdriver in hopes that it wouldn’t mess anything up. A small click was heard, Max removed the front-cover and hmmed.
”What are you doing?” Kouichi asked for the tenth time.
Why he even gave Max the digivice to start with he didn’t know. Max looked at him, then turned back to the digivice. Arkadimon moved from Max shoulder and laid down by his feet instead. Gabumon, Gabumon and DDRumon was playing on the other side of the campfire, Mats and Windy was sitting a bit away from the others, meditating or something on Max’ orders, while Kouji and Yamato were preparing food.
”You’re not messing it up, are you?” Kouichi asked.
Max hmmed again.
”There’s no reason for me to”, he answered. ”We still need your digivolutions.”
”Otherwise you would?”
Max laughed, continued poking around in the wires.
”If you let me, which I know you won’t. I’ve only held one of these before, so I’m curious.”
A spark jumped out of the digivice and Kouichi sat up.
”Whose?”
”Hugo’s.”
Kouichi didn’t answer. Max focused on the digivice again. Another spark, a beep. Kouichi wrapped his arms around his legs. He didn’t get to know Hugo very well, had spent most of that adventure with Mats and in the castle library, but he knew Hugo had the human spirit of fire. And at the end he had gotten stuck in Agnimon’s form, forced to stay in the digital world.
”You haven’t seen him, have you?” Max asked.
Kouichi shook his head and Max shrugged.
”He probably doesn’t want to be found. He should be somewhere in the Firelands.”
Max put the cover back on the digivice, screwed it in place and handed it to Kouichi. Kouichi turned it around, pressed the buttons, but nothing seemed to have changed.
”What did you do?” he asked.
”You’ll find out”, Max answered. ”Or not, if I was unsuccessful. I think you’ll like it.”
Max stood up, put the screwdriver away and picked Arkadimon up from the ground.
”I need to talk with the demidigimons. You should probably help your brother with the food.”
Kouichi turned around, noticed the charred piece of food Kouji was just about to bit in to and hurried to stop him.
ngl I hit my head against the wall with this prompt. Maybe it had too many options x3 Eventually I settled on writing someting for my AU Det Digitala Hotet, but that kinda got away from me as well.
Anyway enjoy the idiots discussing nothing
Summary: Kouji wants to learn more about demidigimons, Windy is not amused by the conversation, Yamato is.
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”So, how does it work?” Kouji asked.
Windy paused the movie, looked at him. He sat down in the couch next to her, opened a can of coke. She turned around so she could look at him.
”How does what work?”
”You’re half-digimon, how does that work?”
”I’m just… half-digimon? It’s not weirder than you being half your dad.”
Kouji shook his head.
”It’s a little bit weirder. How is anyone half data?”
Windy crossed her arms over her chest.
”It’s not weirder than you turning into Wolfmon.”
”Did you hatch from an egg?”
Windy’s cheeks turned red, burned.
”All humans come from an egg!”
”You know what I mean!”
”Maybe I don’t!”
”Are you two arguing again?” Yamato called from the upper floor.
”Kouji is an idiot!” Windy called back.
”I’m just curious!”
Steps in the stairs, then Yamato appeared in the doorway, leaned against the doorframe. Windy turned her back to Kouji.
”So? What’s the issue?” Yamato asked.
”Just curious about demi-digimons”, Kouji said.
Took a sip of the coke. Windy grabbed it, her eyes glowed white, the air got cold, frost gathered on the can. It was ice when she returned it.
”Everything is data”, she said.
Kouji put the can on the table, rolled his eyes.
”Fine, okay. So were you like that when you were born?”
”Like that?”
”You know… human?”
Windy looked away, frowned. Turned back towards Kouji with a glare.
”Do you remember your birth? Were you always, you know, an asshole?”
”Okay”, Yamato interrupted.
Lifted Windy off the couch and threw her over his shoulder.
”Someone’s an asshole and it’s currently not Kouji. We’re going to the lake.”
He started walking. Windy hit his back, told him to let her down, but he didn’t. Kouji got up as well. Followed them and watched in amusement as Yamato dropped Windy into the water.
”You’re both assholes”, she said when she resurfaced.
”You could have broken away”, Yamato said.
Sat down on the pier, legs in the water. Windy floated on her back, watched the sky. Kouji stayed on the shore, watched both of them.
”I only remember being a human”, Windy said. ”Or human-shaped. Maybe Mats and I just spawned in when mom and dad wanted kids.”
She swam in circles, made thin pieces of ice on the surface that melted as soon as they appeared. Kouji sat down, watched the ice. It had vague shapes of figures – digimons, humans – but he couldn’t make out exactly what they were before they were gone.
”I mean, of course there’s Iceangel.”
She stopped swimming, pushed herself up and out of the water with a cylinder of ice. The cylinder broke, shards of ice flew around her. Like digicode whenever Kouji evolved to Wolfmon.
And then Windy was gone, replaced with Iceangel. Iceangel landed on the pier, stretched its wings.
”Your evolution”, Yamato said.
”Transformation”, Iceangel corrected.
”You are stronger in that form.”
Iceangel stuck its tongue out towards Yamato, sat down next to him. Kouji grinned.
”Do you have a baby-form?”
”Do you, Mr Wolfmon?”
Kouji laughed.
”Touché. So what, have you always been an adult?”
Iceangel stared at him. Yamato did as well.
”What?”
”She was 14 when the two of you met”, Yamato answered. ”You know this, you were literally there.”
”Fine, okay”, Kouji blushed. ”Stupid of me, but you know what I mean.”
Iceangel laughed.
”I was a child once yeah. Just… never evolved from it, I just grew.”
”So being part data just gives you sweet powers without pesky digivolutions.”
Iceangel laughed again.
”As far as I can tell. We really didn’t learn much in the Shadow World.”
Kouji and Yamato glanced at each other, then turned back to Iceangel. Iceangel put its feet in the water, kicked it. Laughed.
”Who knows, maybe I’ll evolve into Devimon one day. I already have the wings.”
”Your wings are too healthy”, Yamato said.
Stood up.
”Anyway, I’m starving, who wants breakfast?”
Iceangel disappeared, returned to her human form. Instantly jumped up.
”Me! I want Yama’s delicious food!”
Started running back towards the house. Yamato and Kouji stood up as well, started walking back.
”You were kinda an asshole”, Yamato said. ”You know she doesn’t want to think about the Factory, or what happened before that.”
”Yeah.” Kouji kicked a rock. ”I just… think we need to know more about demidigimons.”
”We need to find another way to learn.”
Windy turned around, waved at them.
”Come on, slowpokes! Last one there is a rotten herring!”
Yamato and Kouji shook their heads, and then took off after her.
