A/N: All right, getting slowly closer to the halfway mark! (this fic is going fast, go fic go!) To everyone reading this, thank you. And thank you, guest. I'm glad you like this one the most. Here we go, guys!


7.

What throws off the egg shell is a black blob. With ears. It looks like a pillow.

"Bota," Taichi says, pointing at it. Hikari blinks. "Bota Monster."

It doesn't take that very well, and rams into Taichi's chest and sends him tottering back on his butt. Taichi plops on the floor and stares, wide-eyes and befuddlement. Then his little face scrunches.

Oh no. Hikari makes to grab his collar-

But Taichi screeches like Miko during a bath and throws himself at it. Its amber eyes widen and that's all it manages before it's hit by all the wrath of a hyperactive, unhappy four year old. It makes a noise of alarm as they roll around on the toy-covered floor. Hikari watches, hands raised, trying to figure out how to pull one of them away from the other.

Nothing comes to mind except throwing Miko at them... which works, sending the black blob into Hikari's arms and Taichi cowering on the bed. He's whimpering, cheeks with tiny red streaks. Hikari plops the bruised blob to the ground and goes to get a cloth.

"Not crying," he sniffles as Hikari dabs the scratches.

"Not at all," she agrees, watching Miko purr from the dresser, pleased with herself. The blob blinks its big eyes at her and Hikari tilts her head at it in return. Then it takes a deep breath, puffing up... and blows bubbles in her face.

Wiping the soapy froth from her face, she glares at it the best she can. "That is not how you ask for things."

"You use please," Taichi adds, looking thoroughly put-out.

"Boooo~" it says in reply, blowing bubbles again.