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Chapter One: The Reunion
He couldn't believe he was really doing this. Marcus stuffed his hands in his pockets. Today was the reunion with Thomas. He walked steady down the sidewalk, a million thoughts running through his head. Why the hell was he doing this? It was years since he had seen Thomas and the flashbacks of their huge fight filled his mind. He wondered if Thomas changed since he knew he himself had changed. Marcus's once long brown hair was now cut to barely the top of his earlobe and he ditched the whole vest look years ago. His dark brown eyes glanced down at his outfit, the black t-shirt with the words 'Against Me!' on the front and a picture of a panther on the back, matching nicely with a pair of acid faded jeans in which a small rip on his left knee was forming. Marcus let out a small sigh as he looked down at his gray sneakers and saw their beaten-up form. He had them only for a month now and they were already in bad shape.
He jerked up his head quickly from his shoes as he was about to hit a street pole. Marcus quickly dodged the thing and then begins to slow his pace as he realized he was only a four shops away from the café where he was to meet Thomas. Marcus pulled his hands from his pockets and started to fiddle with his Digivice which hung on clip attached to one of his belt loops. Staring at the small gadget with its mix of red and white, he was a bit depressed that he had leave Agumon at home but safety was a factor as Thomas was still a threat in his mind plus Digimon were still not truly accepted yet. His meeting with Thomas soon came as he found himself standing in front of the café door.
With a deep sigh, he swing open the door and entered the café. Marcus paused near the door as he scanned the door for Thomas. There he was in the corner of the café, sitting in the last booth. He looked like hell. It wasn't shown by his clothes or anything but the look in his eyes. The once clear blue eyes were now dark then ever and slightly dull. He didn't like it so far.
Thomas was bended over a cup of coffee when he heard the door and looked up. His outer expression didn't change but you could sense he was shocked. He was very shocked. Marcus was far from what he expected to see. He expected to see Marcus the exact same, hair and all. Though he shouldn't say much as he changed as well, He grow an inch or some taller, he was extremely thin and a bit underweight. He had streaked his short blond hair with black highlights though the curved, neck-length blond hair was almost the same. Thomas was wearing all white, white long-sleeved T-shirt, white pants, and a pair of white dress shoes. He looked like almost an angel excluding the black streaks. Thomas fiddled with the rim of his cup as Marcus walked over and stared down at him. "I am surprised you are on time, Marcus." he said as he stared up at this long- lost comrade.
Marcus just smiled and slipped into the other side of the booth, looking over at Thomas. "Well as we both can see a few of our habits and other things have changed." he replied before his attention was taken away by a waitress who walked up to the table. "I can get an ice tea please. Make it unsweetened if you please." He said and smiled at the young girl before turning back to Thomas. "So...how have you been?" he begun, hoping to make some pleasant small talk the whole way. He didn't want start up a talk about the past which would probably start a fight and both of those would storm out. Not the best idea in the world.