Dead Fish

They're playing Dead Fish. Gomamon just seems to be doing too good of a job.

Gomamon and Jyou K/Joe

Rating: K+

Genre/s: General/Humour

They lay still, all looking rather ridiculous save those already eliminated from the game. Some of them, like Matt, had only agreed because there was nothing else to do to pass time and they were not getting any more walking done until they'd had a bit of a break.

Mimi had been the first to go, having rolled over in the only grassy spot to find a comfortable position as soon as Patamon finished counting...incidentally onto Gabumon's tail, causing the poor digimon to shoot up and almost fall into the water where Gomamon could just be seen under the surface.

Tai and Agumon both got twitchy soon after, getting themselves eliminated as soon as the bird's eye view (or bat's eye more accurately) spotted them. They made enough of a fuss to make TK crack up...which probably saved Sora as she was quite close to yelling at the pair.

Then Biyomon gave up, complaining about a cramp in her wing.

'How do you sleep them?' Palmon asked.

'I don't feel my wings when I'm asleep,' the pink bird pointed out. 'And you're out.'

'Whoops. She had forgotten 'dead' constituted no talking.

Tentomon started snoring them, leading the eliminated into a brief discussion as to whether the bubble counted as movement. But in the end, seeing as the dead did not sore, he was woken and eliminated.

That left Izzy, Sora, Joe on the uncomfortable rocky ground.

Then Sora sat up, rubbing her back and wincing. 'I think I prefer camp mats. At least I won't wind up with permanent spine curvature.'

'Permanent spine curvature?' Joe asked immediately, following suit.

'Gomamon has a rather large statistical advantage,' Izzy said at the same time. 'Not having a-'

'All right,' Tai interrupted. 'Gomamon's won. Let's just call him up.'

But when they did, the mostly white figure they could barely see did not respond.

The other thirteen were torn between various levels of amusement, exasperation and panic (Joe). After all, despite being water-friendly, Gomamon had proven that he couldn't breathe under water for prolonged periods of time.

Just as Joe was going red and spluttering his panic while some others tried unsuccessfully to calm him, Gomamon looked up, noticed the crowd, and resurfaced.

'So, who won?' he asked cheerfully, prompting his human partner to pluck him out of the water and shake him.

'I was so worried about you, and you ask who won?' Joe half-yelled.

'Wow Joe, don't have a panic attack,' the other said calmly, used to his partner. 'I was just chatting to one of my friends down in that air bubble.'

'An air bubble? Fascinating.' Izzy of course.

'So, who won?'

'You did-' Tai began to say, before being interrupted by Patamon.

'It wouldn't be really fair if he won,' the bat-digimon pointed out. 'We couldn't see what he was doing down there, and he just admitted he talked.'

They glared at the digimon, who grinned sheepishly. 'Whoops?'

'So, who won then?'

They looked at each other. 'Izzy or Joe?'

Eventually, they shrugged, calling it a draw. Except Gomamon and Joe, the former noticing the latter was still rather flushed, and deciding an instant dunking was in order.