This one is here to stay this time in a series of oneshots. What will be different is that each chapter will have its own plot and will not always be in order. The first few may be in order, however, with the first couple being the same as the last version. But they are and will be changed so that it stays in TK's perspective. That being said, the chapters will be written mostly from TK's perspective and sometimes Natsume's (my OC witch). The last version felt confusing to me when I found out that I kept shifting between perspectives in each chapter. I hope you all will not be disappointed. Enjoy.
I don't own Digimon. I only own Natsume and other OCs that will come in future chapters.
The Magical Encounters of Takeru Takaishi
Chapter 1: Transformation
"I wonder what spell I'll cast today?" Natsume said as she approached her mirror in the corner of her study.
Unlike any other study, hers was enormous and around the size of a living room, with a large table against the wall next to the mirror. An entire closet where she kept her potions and ingredients resided near the table, and a large, plum-colored cauldron sat in the center of the room. Natsume practiced her spells at least once a day in this space in preparation for her next victim. So far, her spells had succeeded, which made her wonder why the other witches in the magical world she lived in continued to ridicule her. It wasn't fair, but then again neither was anything in life. If her fellow witches, warlocks, and other magical creatures wanted to look down on her, she would let them.
However, it wasn't like Natsume ever cared about what others thought, especially when they, especially her own friends, Noriko and Erholtz, were nowhere near as adept at spells as herself.
She took a second to stare at her own reflection, which showed a five-foot-eight brunette with waist-length hair, brown eyes, and an hourglass figure that would put even her rival Mona to shame. Among all of the students who had graduated from the academy, Natsume had always stood out. She couldn't help but think it had something to do with her large, D-cup breasts.
Natsume had no time to think about that, as she snapped back to the business before her. Taking a manicured finger to touch the looking glass, she uttered, "Show me who my next victim will be...now!"
The mirror obeyed smoke muddying it and melting away her reflection like a cube of ice or a scoop of ice cream.
I hope it's someone worth my time this time instead of another loser, Natsume thought, remembering the last target she ended up with, who had been working at a TV station in a place called Odaiba. While the man hadn't been too hard to find, the fact remained that his serious demeanor had intimidated Natsume, which had made her second-guess what she had in mind for him. Everything about the man had made her uneasy, but she did succeed in slipping her potion in his drink, which made the man fall head over heels for every person in the station. Admittedly, that was a little fun. It broke him out of his cold shell, that's for sure. But I need someone interesting this time.
When the smoke cleared, Natsume found herself watching a blond young man talking to another one with dark, shoulder-length hair. Both appeared strikingly handsome, with the blond sporting somewhat of a muscular figure, blue eyes, and his hair practically a mop. A yellow tag sporting a sun-and-mountain-shaped symbol hung around his neck, and a green-striped device was secured at his waist. There was also a orange and cream-colored flying hamster hovering near the blond's head, its blue eyes regarding its master with what appeared to be optimism.
"Hello, handsome." The witch took a moment to absorb the blond's angelic looks.
The brunette, on the other hand, wasn't as tall as the blond but had killer looks. His serious forest green eyes reminded Natsume of her mentor in potions and incantations. However, as opposed to Reisz, the dark-haired boy's gaze seemed to be able to freeze anyone's soul, even hers through the mirror if his gaze were on her. She also noticed a device similar to the blond's, only the brunette's had yellow stripes. An armadillo was by the shorter man's side keeping him company. Natsume knew what those creatures were, which meant she knew who the two boys were.
"DigiDestined, and a pair of them at that," she concluded as she watched as the two boys were walking toward what appeared to be an apartment. "Looks like things are looking up for me, after all. Sure beats the boring-ass guy I had to deal with. What are the chances of DigiDestined for victims?" Then she watched as the mirror seemed to close in on the blond, specifically the conversation between him and his friend.
"Hey, TK?" the brunette started.
"Yeah, Cody?" The blond named TK regarded his friend.
"If you were a girl, what would you do? Even for a day." the brunette named Cody asked.
"That's a bit of an odd question there." TK raised an eyebrow, confused. "What makes you ask that?"
"Well...um... Cody seemed to wrack his brain for a response, his serious exterior vanishing and changing into a more embarrassed one. His cheeks grew pink just trying to find an answer. I just wanted...to know. Hypothetically speaking."
Natsume watched as TK was thinking about the question for a moment as they arrived at the apartment complex. "I don't know. I mean, I've always wanted to know what being a girl would be like. You know, so I can learn what they go through. It can't be as bad as what we go through." The blond laughed lightly. "Anyway, we should hurry inside, Cody."
Once the scene faded away in the mirror, Natsume smiled wickedly, knowing she had the best possible spell for her blond victim. This is gonna be fun! I can't wait to see the look on TK's face.
She opened her closet to search for a spell that would do the trick for TK. Natsume looked to her left and right until she noticed something gleaming pink behind a few jars of herbs on one of the right shelves.
"That's the one." Natsume grabbed it, reading its description to ensure it was the right one. Yes, this would definitely work on little TK, but the problem is, how will I get it to him without being too obvious?
The witch scanned her study, hoping to find something she could use. There were so many items around that could do the trick, the possibilities were endless on how she could transmit the spell. However, Natsume had to be careful, for the victim could never find out until he or she received it and suffered the result.
When her eyes eventually fell on a basket of apples on the counter, Natsume knew she found her answer but hesitated. It's a shame to have to use my spell on such innocent fruit, but from what Ambrose had taught us about apples, they're said to hold all of the basic attributes, such as knowledge, strength, fortune, and more importantly beauty. And the last part was one Natsume definitely needed in her spell.
Rushing over to snag a red one, Natsume started her work. The second the witch opened the pink flask, the smell of the potion filled the air, emitting a sweet scent that reminded one of roses. She was thankful it wasn't poison like some of her other ones, which required opening every window in her study and donning a mask.
"Here's a little boost for you, my sweet, innocent fruit." The witch poured the pink substance over the fruit, immersing it in its magical energy. She looked away, shielding her eyes as the apple glowed with an intense rosy light as bright as the planet Venus.
Once she was done, she materialized to her cauldron, holding the enchanted apple over it. Natsume was growing anxious. I'm so going to enjoy this.
"So you want to know what it's like to be a girl, TK?" The witch dropped the fruit into the blue liquid-filled vessel, its light blue vapors appearing to invite the apple inside. "Here's your chance. Enjoy it." There was a burst of energy the second the apple made contact with the concoction, which consumed the apple and broke it down into red dust. Dark blue smoke exploded out of the vessel, nearly knocking Natsume backward into a table.
Awesome! It worked! The witch recovered once she knew the transmission was successful. She brushed the debris and other remains from the transfer off. I've been doing this since I was ten, and I still can't get used to the aftershocks of my magic. Hey, at least they work. And that's all that matters, especially when it won't be long before TK receives my "gift."
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"Mom, we're home," TK called once he and Patamon entered his apartment. The boy and mammal glanced around the place, from her office to the kitchen to the living room, but neither found nor heard any signs of anyone else in the apartment. "Must be working late again," he realized when he didn't get an answer. "Or asleep at the computer." He had just returned from a picnic at the park where he and the other DigiDestined usually met. Things had been well with the others, from finally being off for the summer and away to the daunting responsibilities of school to how things were in the Digital World. Everything was going well on both accounts, at least for the blond. He'd spent most of his time on the way home conversing with Cody, who was now eighteen years old and showed it both physically and mentally. The youngest DigiDestined's mature personality hadn't changed too much, even over eight years, and TK guessed it was because of the fact that Cody wanted to pursue law.
TK, on the other hand, was pursuing creative writing, though he still played basketball from time to time during his free time between classes. The Child of Hope loved to imagine, creating his own adventures and projecting them into the many journals he always stashed around. Matt sometimes made fun of it, but writing was truly something that TK wanted to do.
While the Child of Hope was thinking about the Child of Reliable Knowledge, there was one question that Cody had asked that would be the last thing the brunette would ask, and that made TK laugh. At the same time, it made him ponder it, despite knowing that it would never happen.
"Hey, Patamon?" TK regarded his partner.
"Yeah?" the Digimon of Hope chirped.
"What if I was a girl?" the blond asked. "I know it's a weird question. Not that it'll happen."
"But if it could happen..." Patamon trailed off, "I don't know. We've been together for twelve years, and there are still some things I don't understand about you humans. But I'm still learning." Patamon then flew in front of his partner. "But to answer your question, I don't care how you look, you're still my friend."
"Thanks, buddy." TK smiled, then went into the kitchen area to grab a snack. "Are you hungry, Patamon?" The Child of Hope regarded the mammal as he opened the refrigerator to look for something to eat.
"There's some apples down there, TK." Patamon pointed a tiny finger at the basket of red fruits at the bottom of the fridge. "They look like they're still fresh."
The blond grabbed one for himself and his partner, then headed over to the sofa and turned on the television, not caring what was on. Patamon was perched on the arm next to the blond, already taking a nibble out of his.
"Hey, Patamon." TK took a quick glance at his apple before he bit into it. "This one looks a little...different."
"What?" The Digimon of Hope was in the middle of another bite when he looked up at his partner. That was when he noticed there was something different about the boy's fruit. It looked slightly darker, not to mention glossier. "You're right. Maybe it's an overripe? Is that even normal?"
TK shook his head. "I don't think so. Normally overripes are spoiled. This one's still fresh as a daisy." The twenty-year-old took a bite out of the fruit. As he savored the taste, his eyes started to water. "A little too sweet, but it's good." He took more bites, taking in the apple's unusually-syrupy taste, which reminded him of honey. For some reason, he couldn't get enough of it as he finished the entire apple to its core.
Suddenly, the door opened, snapping the boy out of his unusual daydreams and causing TK to drop his apple core to turn to the door, which opened to reveal his older brother Matt.
"Anyone home?" Matt entered, noticing his little brother on the couch. Ever since their adventures in the Digital World, Matt had matured physically like his brother, though a few inches shorter than TK. The Child of Friendship's hair was the same as it had been when he was fourteen, barely at mid-length of his neck, except for the lack of his bang, which he cut recently. Like the Child of Hope, the older blond also had a muscular build, though it was leaner than TK's. In the end Matt was still the older of the two.
The Child of Friendship was studying music, having formed another band at his university after the members of his old band, Teenage Wolves, had dispersed to chase other goals and dreams. He was still in love with music, and it was something that would never leave him, especially when he still owned his old harmonica, which he would never let go of. Even Gabumon had told him that it was "too important to lose."
"Hey, Matt. I wasn't expecting y..." TK wasn't able to finish his sentence as he started to feel lightheaded upon getting up.
"TK, are you alright?" Patamon asked, trying to steady the younger blond.
"Just got up too fast, that's all," TK insisted as he weakly regarded Matt. "What are you doing here?"
"What? I need an invitation to come now?" the Child of Friendship playfully retorted. "Anyway, I was looking for my...are you sure you're okay, TK?" The older blond noticed the younger one slumping again.
"I'm fine, Matt. Don't..." TK was unable to finish his rebuttal, as he collapsed to the wood floor, blacking out in the process.
"TK!" Matt's voice felt like an echo at the end of a tunnel as TK's vision rapidly faded. He wondered what that apple contained. Had it expired? Was it infected? Too much fog generated in the Child of Hope's mind, as everything around him darkened, his brother's voice barely a whisper until it diminished to silence.
