A/N: Thank you for everyone who have followed/faved and read this fic!^^ Here's the next patch, but unfortunately my Beta got sick earlier this week so only 3/5 drabbles are Beta'd at the moment. I will update the Beta'd versions of G & J as soon as possible! But without further delays, on with the stories. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Bandai and Toei.

2017-02-28 Updated to a wholly Beta'd version.


F is for fur

Ah-choo!

The young teen wasn't suffering from a flue, despite his heavy sneezing. The whole ordeal had started few nights ago with a relentless itching and today Takeru was going to get to the bottom of it. He had already pushed the blanket aside for airing and was now about to change the pillow case and the sheet. Last night the itching had accumulated, and no matter how many sheep he had tried to count he had been unable to sleep from the scratching and congested nose. Worse than that the itching had followed him at school, and he had suffered the whole day in clothes that seemed to want to make his life as uncomfortable as possible.

When he moved the pillow in the bright daylight the reason for his itch became obvious, the head side of the bed was covered with short orange-ish hair.

Takeru picked one of the hairs for closer inspection.

Either he was going bald prematurely or….

"Patamon!"

"Hmh?" The small Digimon turned expectantly to him as he walked into the living room.

"You wouldn't happen to be going through a molting?" The teen asked curiously, making the small Digimon to tilt his head.

"Molting?"

"A huge fur loss at once to create a new fur."

"I don't know, why do you think so?" The Digimon asked, clearly a little bit quizzical about his partner's question.

Takeru just motioned Patamon to follow and showed him the bed. "It's either you or me."

"And you are sure it's not yours?" Came the innocent reply, as the small Digimon flew up on his left shoulder and started to comb his scalp.

"Quite." Takeru huffed a laugh at his partner's antics, feeling like a monkey being groomed as Patamon's small paws poked his head.


G is for gravity

Takeru was, even according to the most modest appraisals, an optimist. Someone who would always be determined to look on the bright side of things or brush it off until things would work out. Of course, the feature didn't catch that much attention in his age – all kids pose a sense of innocence.

The childlike innocence often worked for his favor as it helped him to bond with Patamon – not that he himself thought about it that deeply.

But no matter, just like his parents would learn to live together again, everything would work out. It wasn't even a matter of a question.

But still, for some reason, somehow, the cool surface of the Digiegg underneath his fingers sowed a small seed of doubt in his mind.

Angemon had promised to come back. Surely Patamon would come back. And they could be friends again.

And others, even Yamato, had become more optimistic, determined to leave towards the continent.

So why, for the first time, did he feel like this? Like it could never become okay.


H is for heater

It had been quite chilly for a week, but now the temperature was clearly too low as Takeru woke up at 6 am when Patamon seemed to be wiggling his way inside his back, the small Digimon's ice cold paws poking his left shoulder blade.

After waking properly, the man wanted to snort over his partner's actions, knowing that the de-evolving was a clear sign of protest over the temperature.

Living in Gennai's old house was uncharacteristically cozy at best, but the building's insulation could definitely use some work. The old wooden floors and walls felt non-existent during the worst arctic winds.

Normally the in-between wouldn't even have seasons, but Takeru had requested that bit of normalcy over the place. As a result, Koushirou had spent many hours studying the coding and energy currents to achieve an imitation of the Japanese climate over the house.

Takeru got up from the large futon, making sure Patamon was left covered by the blankets and grabbed a morning robe while trying to take very light breaths of the freezing air, his feet protesting with every step.

Insulation be damned, he needed a heater – and a more reliable one than Angemon's wings.

That is if he could even make it alive to the kitchen to make some tea.


I is for injury

There was small tightness around Takeru's mouth, the corners of his mouth a millimeter downwards. His eyebrows were slightly drawn together, but every time someone walked past them Takeru's eyebrows shot upwards, not much, but the change was there. A hint of unamused sarcasm and irony, Patamon concluded, watching Takeru's expression while resting on his lap.

The young man didn't seem to notice the Digimon's gaze. Still, the Patamon was quite sure that Takeru wasn't really thinking of anything, emptiness being one of the keywords to describe his partner while they waited for Shou to call them in for a check-up.

Maybe not emptiness. But there was something in Takeru's expression that worried Patamon immensely. He had never been too keen on his partner's social face and habit to hide his problems from others, but something in the lack of glossy happiness was even more out of character.

More often than not, on the silent moments, Takeru's expression had started to become cold. There had been instances before, Patamon remembered, Daisuke's remarks and darkness had from time to time resulted in less than impressed face, but those weren't the case now – at least not directly.

It wasn't hopelessness per say, or anger, or depression, it was more of a lack of something. Lack of something essentially Takeru. And it worried Patamon immensely, because despite coaching Takeru to fight, to talk, to just somehow let out the negative energy, nothing seemed to be working. And Patamon was worried because he knew that whatever the result from Shou would be, there would still be something wrong.


J is for judicious

Takeru's rashness had made Iori uneasy. The young boy had contemplated that whether the same actions were committed by Daisuke, he might not have thought about it too much; Daisuke's temperament paved the way for a variety of reactions.

But Takeru was different. The boy was normally collected and friendly – if you forgot the small quips with Daisuke –‑ but the last few months had started to reveal that the blond-haired boy was less calm under the surface.

He had started to wonder what else Takeru kept under his mask. Was the friendliness just an act?

Iori had carefully brought his concerns up with the others, not with Daisuke though, something in the relationship between the two just told it might not be that good idea. However, to his disappointment neither Miyako nor Hikari had noticed anything particularly unusual in Takeru's behavior. On the contrary, both of the girls had looked a little perplexed that he was even asking such a question.

But as the days progressed he couldn't stop himself from noticing the flaring anger in the older boy. Even if he had found out that Takeru was driven by old traumas, the apprehension remained.

Something in Takeru's image had changed.


A/N: Regarding Injury I think it's quite interesting that there really aren't that many full face scenes with a cold Takeru. Every time (Angst!)Takeru is seen, he is almost all the times half-shadowed, some sort of resemblance with Angemon's face mask. For example in 02 when he was keeping the Digimon troubles from his mother we only barely see his face, in tri. 3 in Koushirou's office we once again only see Takeru's mouth when he is speaking with Joe. It's interesting combination with a character that is portrayed with a very animated expressions, or maybe it's just the convenience of Takeru's all over the place -hairdo, who knows. :D

Also with Heater I can't help remembering that Pokemon meme which stated how it's cute to sleep next to your Pikachu but terribly awkward to sleep next to Machop...