1. Befuddled
He meets her after a fight.
Agumon sees her, says she's pretty like Sayuri. He really needs to get the damn frog out of referring to his mother that way, it's freaking rude. Still, the comment's not wrong. She is pretty.
Well, as much as he knows about that. If Chika were here, she'd point out he knew nothing about it because he just 'didn't get girls'. Why would he want to anyway?
She isn't freaked out by him, by his fists or Agumon just blowing up into GeoGreymon and throwing Ogremon like Yuka with her first toy. (That last picture had been hilarious and worthy of homesickness.) She just watches, silver hair over her face in messy bangs and matted knots. It's almost as bad as his hair. Her dress is matted and dirty and her green eyes are like the bottom of a pond.
Masaru can't help but think of Tohma's little sister, only messier.
Agumon, being Agumon, runs up to greet her, big claws waving and eyes so bright and good-natured. Tohma needs to stop sending him books – he's actually reading the things now.
"Sup?" he says in greeting. She tilts her head. "You here 'cause the Gate opened?"
The Gate doesn't really open, at least as far as Masaru knows, but transmissions go through. Data packets, flash drives, things he can figure out how to open. His dad's idea, probably. His dad is still way smarter than him. Then again, he hasn't cracked a book in years that wasn't fictional. He hopes the Gate opens soon. He needs new clothes and would, now that he's thought about it, kinda like a bath that isn't done in a river.
She stares at him, bright eyes curiously wandering over his hands and feet. Masaru fidgets. He's never liked being stared at in general, especially when he can't punch whatever's what's looking at him. Then she smiles, big and bright with pure white teeth that makes the clouds above look gray.
"Hello, Masaru," she says. "It's been a while. Do you remember me?"
He doesn't, not really. Then he gets a good look at her, a real good, long look. There's a staff in her hands, he realizes, one of those that he'd always associated with tabletop gamers that always got their teeth kicked in. It looks like a polished tree, with a weird bulb at the top… that is totally not a bulb, oh crap.
It looks like a crystal. It is a crystal.
He looks up at the messy girl, who looking at her now, he sees someone older than his sister an close to his age and well then, what the actual hell was going on?
"Ygg….drasil." The syllables fall out of his mouth.
She nods. "I was, yes. My name is Norn. It took a while to find you."
"But you're God," he blurts out. "I broke your face." Agumon next to him seems torn between getting into a fight and being just as confused. Not the first time they've synced up on something. "We broke your face," he corrects.
She giggles, and the sound is way too human, what in the world. "You did. And I was." 'Norn' waves a hand. "Knowing that, why is it so surprising that I'm here?"
Well. She's right about that.
A/N: Don't tell me to stop, I won't stop. Imma keep going before I go to bed, hehehe. Yes I know what this pairing is. I'm enjoying it.
Challenges: One Ship Boot Camp - prompt - sliver, Pairing Diversity Boot Camp prompt - maximum and Diversity Writing Challenge (Digimon) J1. write a collection of ficlets under 1000 words