After months I've finally decided to post this series of monthly one-shots here. Two little premises are necessary though. Firstly, every one-shot is about four children's adventures and generally about their relationships, feelings and daily lives. Moreover, since the story is set thirty/thirty-five years after the events of Digimon Tamers, they are fanchildren: you'll get to know Makoto Matsuki, Takato and Juri's son, Itsuki Lee, Jenrya and Ruki's daughter, the shy Atsuko, Hirokazu's daughter, and Yang Wen, a very timid Chinese boy. Secondly, the one-shots don' t follow a chronological order (who knows, maybe I could put them in order someday).

By the way, will you let me add a third premise? Well, I hope somehow I will manager to entertain you and you all will grow to love these children (who really would like to be loved). If you are interested in knowing more infos about them or their designs, you're welcome to visit my Instagram account ( Sage_striaton_), where you can find some posts about them.

Note 1: Digimon belong to Akiyoshi Hongo.

Note 2 Some characters, like Makoto, belong to The Nomad, a great writer.

xxx

[•1 In which Yang's passion for cats is spotted and Itsuki tries to conquer his heart by complimenting him no stop.]

Yang Wen tried to crack a smile, when he heard the little cat in his arms purring. He had found it in a bin and had felt his heart aching immediately. Even though almost everyone thought he couldn't have feelings, Yang couldn't help but feel sorry for the cat; he often found abandoned cats in the streets, but he had never rescued a cat in a bin, and couldn't believe a human could do something so awful and cruel.

"Sssh, everything is OK, now," He whispered, sweetly petting its grey fur. It loved being petted and hanged on Yang's white cardigan with its claws.

He didn't know what to do: he already had a cat at home, and surely his sister wouldn't accept another one. He decided that, after coming back home, he would take a photo of the cat and post it on his secret blog, which had found home for a lot of cats. He winced, thinking what would happen if someone spotted him with a cat in his arms.

Yang silently yawned and continued walking on the lovely street, which was near his school. He had to admit Japan had fabolous landscapes: pink flowers everywhere, mountains, rivers...At least, there was a good point in living there, he thought, enjoying the rare quiet atmosphere of that place. He couldn't hear anything; sometimes the wind blew, but it was so fast that he couldn't catch its sound. Peace, that's what he wanted. However, after three minutes a strange noise ruined everything. Yang was a type who got annoyed easily, especially when something abruptly entered into his calm life. He kept on walking, but at the same time he tried to understand what was making that unpleasant noise: it sounded like a broken CD, which was continuing spinning even though it couldn't work. He shook his head: no, it obviously couln't be that. Maybe a trolley? He wanted to know the source of the noise, but he also knew he couldn't turn his head.

What if someone saw the cat?, he repeated in his mind once more. He absolutely didn't want his classmates to find out he could also understand cats. What would happen, if that happened? They might isolate him even more. Yang let the cat lay the soft head on his shoulder just like a baby, and avoided to think about his classmates. He noticed the noise was becoming louder and louder, like a train arriving at the station, and suddenly he realised he should get away from there. However, after two seconds the noise completely disappeared, and he found himsef turning his head from the right to the left.

"Ni hao, Yang-Chan!"

Oh, that was the source then. He didn't even have to move his head who see who she or he was; he knew that joyful voice well.

"Please, could you call me Wen?"

"I see. You haven't got used to our life style yet, have you? You still want people to call you Wen, since in China first names are precious and can be used only by relatives."

Lee Itsuki, class B, sixth grade like him. That was the nth time she was trying to talk to him that day. Not that he didn't want to talk to her, but he wasn't so accostumed with talking to people, especially girls.

"So you want me to call you Wen?"

He nodded and silence followed. No, he wasn't good at handling conversations at all; nevertheless, she didn't stop talking; it was incredible she could think about a lot of topics to talk about.

"Y'know, this morning I've seen you durinf the P.E lesson: you're good at running, very good," She added, suddenly looking at the ground. They weren't walking on the lovely street anymore.

"T-thanks, I think."

She giggled and her little ponytail ended up on the head, giving her a funny look. Immediately, she pushed it in its right place by bending her head.

"You're so cu-ehm, cool!"

A quizzed expression appeared on his face. She was always like that; she always began saying something and then switched a word with another. Maybe she was those kinds of people who talked a lot and sometimes confused words with another one. He decided not to say anything, but she didn't want that conversation to end yet.

"Oh, My God!"

He frowned, doubtful, but after a second he froze, realising what she was pointing at with that too long striped sleeve.

"Ehm..."

"Oh, My God, Yang-Chan, what an adorable cat! Nya-nya!"

He just looked away, feeling ashamed, since he had forgot about hiding the cat. Did she have brain powers?

"Is it yours?"

"No..."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

That conversation was something he had to be ashamed too: it looked like a tennis tournament: asking and answering, asking and answering.

"Then you've found it somewhere: it's a stray cat!," She stopped for a second, violet eyes staring into space. "Are you into rescuing cats, Yang-Chan?"

His black eyes betrayed the fear he was feeling.

"Hm," She bended her head. "What's the matter?"

"Well..."

"Oh, Yang-Chan. You're a cat boy: that's so cute!"

"Cute?"

"Yeah, you're so different from the other boys who would even kick some poor stray cat. You're becoming more interesting as the days are passing by. Lovely!"

The Chinese boy looked confused: too many japanese words in a few seconds, he couldn't elaborate them in his brain. Was she serious?

"Yang-Chan, that's unusual! You're an ordinary biy with a rare soft spot for cats! Aww I lo-like you even more! As a guy...No, I mean as a person!" She was definitely out of control, he thought. She was spinning with her rollers like some kind of classic dancer, and the cat in his arms didn't like that fuss. He gently pressed its ears.

"Lee-Kun..."

"Geez, no, I'm Itsuki! What is Lee Kun?!"

"Lee-Kun, don't speak loudly. Someone...Someone could hear you," He whispered, feeling the blood rushing in his tanned cheecks.

Itsuki calmed down, looking at him carefully. That was creepy, he said in his mind.

"Now I've understood. You don't want others to know that, as you're afraid of being insulted even more."

Yang didn't know how to answer her. How could she understand how he was feeling?

"But Moumantai", She simply said, using one of the numerous Chinese words she knew. She really could soeak Chinese well. "You're you, and you deserve to be free and be yourself. Unfortunately, I know the reason you're always alone, every child of our school knows. However, who cares."

He was speachless, like always but in that moment he couldn't speak not just because of his poor skills. He had always wondered why she wanted to spend her spare time with him, even if she had lots of friends, who were better than him. He would have liked to ask her for an explanation, but she started speaking again.

"Yang-Chan, we can't be friends with everyone, I've learned it myself. Nevertheless, there will always be someone who appreciate you the way you are. I know you will find him or her."

She would have also liked to say, "Maby you have already found her", But she bit her tongue and slightly blushed.

"Lee-Kun," he managed to say. "I'm speachless," He admitted and Itsuki laughed heartedly.

"See? That's what people should like about you: you're shy and adorable," His surprised expression scared her and she began wondering the reason why she had said that. However, instead of trying to fix what she had done, she stared at the cat.

"Yang-Chan, may I pet it?"

"If you want, you can, but you have to call me Wen."

"What about Wen Yang?"

"I may accept that."

Itsuki petted the cat's grey fur with the long sleeves of that baggy cardigan she loved so much, and felt its heart bwating steadily. Yang looked at her and the cat, realizing he could feel peace and calm even with if someone was next to him. Maybe Lee-Kun wasn't so bad, even if she was japanese. She was a chat box, but was a good girl. Moreover, she was amazing at understing what people thought about. He couldn't believe he was accepting to talk to her more in the following days. He wanted to say to her Thank you, which was what normal people often said to each other; he wanted to ask her if she could take care if the cat, but in that moment they reached the park gate.

She stared into his pitch black eyes without fear and smiled, "Will you tell me if you find another stray cat? I like animals, especially cats. Then I love racoons, but also dogs, tanuki, penguins..."

"I will," He still couldn't believe he was normally talking to a japanese girl. Japanese children and adults had showed themselves as people Yang would never like to hang out with. He remembered his father's girlfriend's vanity, his mother's boyfriend's bravado, his sister's boyfriend's self-importance, and in the end his classmates' behaviour. Was Lee-Kun like those people? He didn't know that, but in the unconscious he hoped she wasn't.

"Yang-Chan, I have to go."

"Me too," He frowned.

Itsuki couldn't understand if he was serious or was joking.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Only family members can use your first name, I know. Sorry, Wen-Kun. Anyway, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow, then," He said, showing how unaccostumed he was to social relationships.

She skated to the park gate, but then she suddenly turned her head and shouted.

"Neh, Wen-Kun! Someday I'll be able to call you Yang-Chan too".

It might be a day that was very far in the future, she thought, but she was sure someday he would realise she had entered in his life and had become a very important part of it.

"I'll wait for that future. I'll wait patiently."