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Fandom: Digimon Frontier
Title: That Place
Character: Kouji & Kouichi
Word Count: 183||Status: One-shot
Genre: Family, Angst||Rated: G
Challenge: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, section A49, drabble between 151-200 words; Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo, prompt #083, here; Word Counts Set Boot Camp, #7, 183
Summary: Kouichi will always know this place. For how could one forget a place where they almost died?


Kouichi didn't have to look to know they passed it. His head tingled and sweat sprang up on the back of his neck. He would've known this place if he passed by it asleep or unconscious or... well... well, if he were dead.

"Kouichi?" Kouji turned back, then glanced at the stairway they'd just passed. He frowned briefly, then looked ahead of them. "That was it, wasn't it?"

Kouichi essayed a small smile. It didn't feel very nice on his lips, but how could it? This was, after all, where he nearly had died. If it hadn't been for his friends, for Kouji, then he would have. Died and stayed that way.

"Yeah." He shrugged, though, trying not to feel as if it made a big deal, though it had meant everything once upon a time. "But we don't have to stay. Come on. Let's go home."

Kouji watched him for a moment or two before nodding. "Right."

The two of them kept on going. Kouichi tried not to notice the silent shadows. But here, where they'd claimed him, it was hard.

The End

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