A/N: I was bored. Here's the first ever Digimon fanfic I've ever had the mind to type out, and finally a reason for people to ask me to beta(because there was honestly no reason before).
Assume this is in their early... days... as Hunters, since there's... what, one year in between arcs? Obviously they've been at it for a while before Tagiru happened.
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"This is a bad idea, isn't it?"
Ryouma stared at the wall, trying not to wince when he felt Airu brush his hair back. Ren wasn't looking at them, instead focusing his gaze on the single poster Ryouma had in his room.
"It really is." The capped boy said, leaning back on the bed. Airu huffed in annoyance.
"It is not, I think you'll look great!" She said, clapping her hands together happily. Opposumon nodded along, floating around the room. Ryouma vaguely recalled telling them not to let their Digimon out, but he decided he couldn't talk since he allowed Psychemon to wander around as he pleased.
It's not like his parents new the Digimon was there anyway. He always managed to stay hidden, despite his bright coloring in their otherwise colorless house.
"How did you even get in my room?" He asked with a defeated sigh, absently tugging at his pajama top. It was too early to deal with Airu's antics, he didn't even want to know how she managed to get Ren out of his house.
"You don't lock your door." Ren said dully, scrolling through the contents of his MP3. Dracmon snickered next to him, and Ryouma inwardly cursed them both.
Airu stepped away for a moment, walking over to the desk that she'd littered with various accessories and a piercing gun, which he eyed nervously. He reached down to scratch Psychemon behind the ear when the Digimon brought his head up to look at his partner, lying on his stomach under the chair.
Airu turned around, smiling widely.
"Alright, what color do you want?"
"None."
"Ryouma."
He sighed irritably, allowing himself to slide down on the chair. He doesn't care what it might do to his spine, Airu is being Airu, and she won't let him go back to sleep until she gets what she wants.
Well, if she was going to be difficult, he could too.
"Blue." He said, and when she turned around to search for one that met her standards, he quickly said; "Actually, green."
He heard her hum in response, dropping what she currently held and looking back at her collection. When she reached forward, he coughed.
"Red might look better though." She made a sound of annoyance, but didn't respond. "Oh, but you like pink right? Maybe it'd suit me too."
"Why not orange?" Ren added, realizing what Ryouma was doing. He hummed in approval.
"Oh! Why not yello-"
Airu slammed her hands on the desk, scattering the earrings laid out. Opposumon immediately went down to pick up the ones that had landed on the floor while Dracmon cackled heartily. The blonde turned to glare at him.
"You're doing this on purpose!" She said, pointing accusingly at him. He turned away, hiding a smile.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." When she didn't respond, he looked back and almost jumped when he saw her stomping over.
Alright, so she took maybe two or three steps. His room wasn't that big.
"You're getting silver." She huffed, smacking at his head lightly so that he tilted it. He quickly glanced at Ren, who was giving him a pitying stare.
"Ren."
"Hm?"
"If I die from the shock, take Psychemon and run."
"Oh don't be such a baby!"
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A/N: I love the Young Hunters arc, no matter how much the majority of Crunchy(and the Digimon fandom in general, it seems) doesn't. They're all adorable, I love Ryouma, and it would have been a great slice-of-life addition to the Digimon series... if they'd ended it as such instead of suddenly throwing three episodes of PLOT at us. Seriously, no buildup? You can do better than that, Toei.