.Author's Note.

This is a two-shot written by request of Dragonmaster789, who came to me months ago with the request and who has been really patient with me and my slow writing. The OCs here are not mine - they are the creations of Dragonmaster.

To anyone else reading this, requests are still closed, despite this request's completion.

I hope you like this, Dragonmaster and anyone else who ends up reading this!


To Fight

"I get off at seven. Why don't we—?"

"Yoko!" An irritated Ayeka Jurai stomped her way over to the table her younger twin was serving, her pale blue eyes flaring and the bun containing her blue hair bouncing with every step. Securing her nimble fingers onto his earlobe, she dragged him from the customer with little refinement in the maneuver. Her voice dropped down to a scolding whisper as she frowned at him and made certain his attention was on her. "Ryoko, flirting with customers will get you fired, and my calling you out on it will get me fired. No matter how you spin it, nothing good will come outta this."

Ryoko tucked his serving tray under his arm and gave his scowling sister a warm, reassuring smile. "Actually, I'd say getting a date is a very good thing, Aya." He laughed lightly, his golden irises going into hiding as he did so, and turned to head back to the table, walking away with that stride of confidence. "You'll get in trouble if you don't get back to work, sis."

Ayeka huffed in exasperation and crossed her arms across her chest. Leaning back against the counter, she heard the bump of the device clipped to a loop of her dress slacks hitting against the pastry display case behind her. The sound snapped her back into attention, and pulling out her little notepad and pen from her back pocket, she headed to newcomer customers while murmuring, "Well, might as well not get fired today…"

With hours passed on by, time clocks punched, and bodies wearied from long hours, the Jurai twins began the short walk home. Ayeka let her short hair down from its bun to sweep across her face and touch her shoulders ever so lightly. It was when her hair was like this that the lavender streaks mixed in with the natural blue became prominent, when the streetlights could beam down upon it and the wind could toss it about freely in the dark.

In the midst of her mind wanderings, she was abruptly pulled out of her mind by a sudden grin sent her way from her brother. It was a rather goofy smile, all in all. His dark bangs hung in disheveled clumps upon his forehead, their tips almost reaching his eyelashes, and his lip was pulled up on one side more than the other. Ayeka knew he was about to speak, but she thought more would come out than just the two words that did, "Guess what."

She turned her nonchalant face towards him and bent an incredulous eyebrow. She took very little pleasure out of guessing games, if any. She gave him a little leeway, though, since he was her brother and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "What is it, Yoko?" she sighed, sliding her hair-tie around her wrist.

He was almost-overly pleased that she even decided to pursue the conversation. After having to be social the entire day at the café, usually she was quiet the rest of the night through to make up for it. "Well, I—"

"Wait."

Ayeka's crystalline eyes were trained to their quaint, little house which had just come into sight as they rounded the corner. She noticed it the instant it came into view, and instantly froze, her gaze locked onto the building. Something wasn't right. She unclipped the lavender and white device from her belt loop and questioned severely to the being inside it, "Do you sense anything wrong?"

She and Ryoko traded glances, and even before receiving an answer, they ran for their house. They slowed once their feet touched the yard in front and saw the front door wide open. They proceeded cautiously, eyes moving about faster than their feet while scanning for any peculiar details. As they climbed the few steps up onto the porch, a female voice spoke up from the metal device in Ayeka's grasp, "You're not going to like this, Aya…"

The twins again looked at each other, but longer this time, and Ayeka scowling with a good idea of what this bad news was and Ryoko clearly trying to hold back a growing distress. The golden-eyed twin was first to walk through the door, and Ayeka lingered outside. She scanned the doorframe and the door, looking for signs of a forced entry. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as far as she could see, and when she glanced inside the house, the interior seemed to be as it was when they left for work that morning.

"He's gone."

Ryoko's face was solemn as he returned to the entrance. He pulled out the device identical to his older sister's, albeit with a different color scheme. "He promised me he would behave and stay inside, so I let him remain Realized. I should've taken him with me."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. We have to go and find him." Ayeka looked to her device, staring down at the figure displayed in the screen with furrowed brows. She pressed one closed fist against her hip, trying not to eat away her own patience before the search even began. "Can you sense him? Is he somewhere in the vicinity?"

"Yeah, he's around here. I can't really pinpoint his location; he seems to be in motion. My apologies, Aya."

Ryoko made sure to close and lock the door behind him. His eyes filled with resolve. "Then let's split up; we'll cover more ground that way. The bikes are at the garage, so we'll have to go on foot." He squeezed his sister's arm. "If anything happens, don't hesitate to call me. Anything can happen when the sun goes down."

He received in response a silent nod and with nothing else to be said, they crossed the yard together, gave each other one last glance, and then departed quickly. Ayeka clipped her device to its loop again and sped up to a run. If someone found him before they did, they'd have a big problem; that was for certain. And who knew what sort of problems he'd already caused while running amok in the middle of the city?

"Aya, I sense him. He's close."

Ayeka heard the voice ring from her device but said nothing. She turned corner after corner, eyes and mind in full motion, and then—wait, when did she get to this part of the city? She came to a total halt and turned about abruptly, peering around and huffing in effort to catch her breath. How long was she running for, anyway? It didn't seem like that long, yet… What road was this? It wasn't even vaguely familiar to her with its flickering streetlights and cracked sidewalks; she watched a black cat saunter across the road with a mouse dangling from its mouth and made a face.

She pushed her fingers through her bangs and looked about. All seemed relatively peaceful; well, as peaceful as this city could get. The city was always bustling; if it wasn't one thing, it was another, and thus Yokohama was kept in relative liveliness every waking hour.

"Well, what do we have here? Looks like this little girl is lost."

Ayeka spun on a dime at the gruff voice. The man who had spoken stood less than three yards from her, a step in front of four men alike in his shadiness, and emitted a caution-worthy air. The dark-haired girl instantly stiffened at the sight of them lined up and all watching her with piqued, intense interest. She ground her teeth and mentally cussed, not taking her eyes off of them. As if situations couldn't get any more cliché…

Remaining silent, she affirmed her stance and reached for that device hanging off her hip. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal, but not once did she peer down at it for reassurance. She wasn't nervous; she didn't need that sort of reassurance. She could handle it with no problem. Her bright eyes were daring them; blue flames ignited within her irises.

"Don'tchya know that only cowards pick on girls?"

Her head snapped aside at the new voice, her gaze instantly locking on a teenage boy around her age with brown hair and hazel eyes, clad in a red button-up over a simple white tee and jeans. He approached smoothly and took up a place beside her, albeit a half-step ahead of her. Her eyes trained onto a familiar device in his grasp.

She frowned. "I don't need your help. I can handle this myself."

The boy gave a short laugh. "I wouldn't be so sure." He glanced back at her, grinning and continued speaking jocundly. "See that guy right there; he's got a mean right hook. And that guy there? He keeps a knife on him at all times. And that guy—"

Cutting him off, she was no more impressed than vexed, "And exactly how would you know this?"

He seemed overly pleased that she asked. He thrust his hands onto his hips and didn't hesitate to whip out a can of cheekiness. "'Cause I'm Marcus Damon; I'm the number one ultimate fighter in Japan! And it just so happens I beat these doofs last week and—"

This time he was cut off by someone else. Someone else entirely.

"BOSS!"

Marcus turned at the name—causing Ayeka to give him a skeptical look. Was he this boss?—and running up to them was the source of the voice that had wailed. And that voice belonged to a yellow dinosaur with red training braces that looked like he was freaking out majorly. It may have been because of the fact that flames were leaking out of his gaping mouth, because he did not look too happy about it.

And if the situation in its entirety wasn't deranged enough, between the appearances of the fire-breathing dinosaur and the Marcus Damon, the once-threatening guys decided to back off while no one was looking (as they didn't know if a better fate would be fighting a dinosaur or fighting Marcus) just so they could live another day.

But, in actuality, no one realized the men's disappearance, as the yellow reptile had other issues in mind. "Boss, that salsa Sarah made is really spicy! My mouth is on fire!" On cue, he sneezed, releasing a demonic combination of fiery inferno and snot.

Which nearly fried Marcus Damon on the spot.

"You aren't kidding, Agumon!" Caught between a grin and a disturbed expression, the brown-haired teen gave the dinosaur a friendly bop on the head. "My mom knows how to make a mean salsa!"

"Why do you have a Digimon?"

Ayeka's solemn question was so quiet that Marcus almost missed it entirely. She was the only one to remain immersed in the gravity of the situation, rather than get carried away by other, invading topics. Her stare was pointed, her arms were crossed, and she was anything but pleased. After receiving a raised eyebrow from the boy in question, she repeated herself, more irritated this time, "Why do you have a Digimon?"

"Agumon's my partner and bud, not to mention my employee." At the last word, the dark-haired girl mentally questioned but remained entirely stone-faced. "I should be asking you questions. Like, why do you even know what Digimon are?"

She curled her fingertips into her opposite arms. "This isn't about me, idiot." She analyzed his face, seeing his and hers shared mutual irritation. She repeated herself once again, fiercer than the last. "Why do you have a Digimon?!"

He threw his hands up, and once again, Ayeka's eyes shot to the device in one instantly. "Look, I work for DATS—the Digital…uh…Digital…" He stopped and furrowed his brows. After a pause, he started over. "I work for DATS, so of course I have a Digimon. Agumon and me, we make the best fighting team!" He got an intense fire in his eyes and it seemed like he was going to start a big spiel, but then stopped, suddenly becoming suspicious. "So what's your connection to Digimon, lady?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." Ayeka pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. "But my name is not lady; it's Ayeka. I'll tell you that much."

Marcus scrutinized her for a second, but the sound of something beeping prevented him from doing anything more, as he quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small earpiece. He clipped it to his ear and pressed a button on it. "Yeah?" he questioned a bit grouchily, casting Ayeka a scowl that blatantly said, 'You're to blame.' He waited, holding that look and listening to whoever was speaking to him.

The dark-haired girl before him popped a hip and placed a hand upon it, impatiently waiting for him. The name of that organization he'd mentioned struck a little bit of a chord with her; DATS, he had said. She tossed around the name, trying to pinpoint where she may've heard the name before. Before she had thought twice, her device that matched the one Marcus had in his hand was staring her in the face from her palm. Are these the connection? Between Yoko and I, I know of no one else that has one of these…

As she stood in thought, Marcus grouchily ended his call, his teammate on the other side not too happy with him (but then again, when was he happy with him?), and stopped abruptly when he saw what Ayeka had in her hand. "Wait a sec, lady! Why do you have a Digivice?!" That look that he gave her at that second was one she could probably never imitate; she had a feeling that expression was Marcus-exclusive.

"None of your business," she scoffed, albeit a little too stubbornly.

Yeah. Just a little too stubbornly.

He suddenly grinned and casting his gaze only for a split-second towards his partner, he responded, "Yes, it is."

Flawless in motion, he snatched her Digivice from her hand, and with a fluid scoop, Agumon (still smoldering a little from the mouth) hoisted the unsuspecting girl up off the ground, his claws holding her tight about the waist. The brown-haired teen grinned, and whimsically reassured her, "I have full right to take you into custody so you don't wanna struggle too much."

If a single gaze could commit murder, there'd be a dead DATS member and his Digimon in one second. "No, you don't! What rights would you have?! You're no older than me!" She scrunched up her face and little wrinkles appeared on the bridge of her nose. Then against her better judgment and all ranges of self-defense she'd learned prior, the one thing she resorted to was kicking—no, it was more like flailing—her legs in hopes that she'd hit at least something.

"Well, you're obviously not planning on talking to me, so I'm taking you back to DATS HQ. Plus I can tell when a person is about to take a swing at me." His hazel eyes lingered upon her, revealing amusement in all of this. "You brought this upon yourself, lady."

"Boss, isn't this illegal?" Agumon piped up, but still holding Ayeka tight.

If Marcus's grin could've physically gotten wider, it probably would have. "Only if you get caught, Agumon!"

Muttering obscenities under her breath, Ayeka wasn't even relatively charmed by his lame excuse for basically kidnapping. Not that he wasn't exactly wrong in that she wasn't going to spill anything to him, nor would she have come kindly, but that was a different thing entirely to just assume that of her. "Again, my name is not lady."

"Mhmm…" Marcus didn't bat an eye in her direction at the remark. All of this was far too fun for him.

Well, she furrowed her brows and proceeded to glare at the back of his shirt, this guy's just a piece of work.