Story: Date

Category: Digimon

Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe

Rating: T

Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn't have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.

~~Story Begins~~

Chapter 7 ~ Welcome Home

Arata tried to go back to living a normal life without worrying about Ami since that dreaded phone call a week ago, but it was hard. He went up towards Ami's apartment and turned the handle staring at it as it turned. It was unlocked.

"I know I locked it this morning, didn't I?" Arata asked himself.

He slowly opened the door and peeked into the apartment, looking around. He saw everything was intact. He took his shoes off, not even noticing two different pairs of shoes were already there. He was focused on the sounds he heard coming from further in the apartment that were coming from the kitchen.

He walked to the kitchen and slowly peering around the corner and-

"Want a cookie?" a woman asked peeking around the corner towards him with a smile on her face. Her brown hair was up in a bun with two pens and a pencil sticking out, two strands framed her oval shaped face and frameless rectangular glasses rested on her nose where dark brown chocolate eyes were staring at him.

"Excuse me?" Arata questioned. Did people break into other people's apartments to make cookies?

"Do you want a cookie?" she repeated.

"Whether or not he wants a cookie is completely irrelevant," a more familiar voice spoke from inside the kitchen. "You are not getting any more cookies, Mother."

The lady went back into the kitchen, Arata following out of pure disbelief (he didn't believe his ears), and saw Ami sitting at the table.

"But Ami-" her mother said.

"No, Mother. You have had your limit for today," Ami said shaking her head. "I am not going to put up with a sugar hyped mother, not now at least. You can share with Takumi and then it will be his problem. You two can be on a sugar hype for two days for all I care." Ami looked at the time, "You had better get going before you are late to your meeting."

"Can you believe this Sanada?" her mother asked bringing the confused boy back into the conversation, causing his attention to turn from the tired Ami who seemed to be in a slight amount of pain to her mother. "My own daughter is telling me how much sugar I can have! I'm her mother!"

Arata shrugged, "I have told her that she is the mother of the group."

Her mother shook her head, "That doesn't surprise me." She than hugged Ami's neck being careful of the back of her daughter's head. "Poor girl has to raise herself since my job keeps taking me abroad."

"It's fine, Mom," Ami said with a small smile. "You should really get going, you have a meeting with your boss shortly."

"Stupid, idiotic airheads," her mother grumbled and Arata held back a snort of laughter. "They know about what happened in NYC, but no, they can't give me time off to take care of my own daughter."

Arata had a harder time holding back laughter, her mother sounded like a little girl who couldn't get the toy she so desperately saved her money for only for the store to be sold out.

Her mother pressed her forehead against her daughter's, "You promise to take it easy, if you need anything you either let Sanada know or you call me. You will follow the doctor's orders they are -"

"Mother, you are going to be late," Ami said. "You tell me to do this every time you had to leave the hotel room in NYC, I know what I can and can't do."

Her mother huffed but kissed her daughter's head. She got up and looked over at Arata, "My number is on the fridge, if you have any problems, if Ami is having any problems, or if she's not listening to you, just call. The doctor's restrictions on what she can and can't do are on the fridge as well."

"Mother!" Ami said sharply. "You have twenty minutes to get to your meeting that starts in fifteen minutes!"

"I'll see you two later!" her mother yelled as she ran out of the apartment after grabbing her shoes.

Arata just stood there, staring at the door in stunned silence before finally finding his voice, "That was some introduction."

"She's like that," Ami responded standing next to Arata. He didn't even hear her move. "She means well." She looked over at Arata, who was still staring at the door. She could see he was trying to process over what just happened. "Sorry, about coming back home earlier than originally planned."

His gaze moved over to Ami and shook his head, "It's fine, perfectly fine. How are you feeling?"

"Terrible, but I'm happy to be home. Before you ask, we got back around noon so -Ah!" Ami said as Arata grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his chest before letting go as he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other held the back of her head gently. He had successfully trapped her arms to where she couldn't break away (not like she wanted too), and his neck was pressing down onto her shoulder, hiding his face from hers. "Arata?"

"Don't scare me like that," he said softly, afraid if he spoke loud enough, she'll vanish.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too," Ami responded letting the taller one hug her. "Arata, we aren't crazy. Suedo did exist, I have copies of the proof."

His held on her left only for his hands to hold onto her shoulders, "How? All traces of his existence vanished."

Ami shook her head, "Only in the New Tokyo, this Tokyo. Digimon didn't appear in other countries, the door between the worlds wasn't big enough." she said as she looked at Arata. "The notes might be able to tell us how we can go back to the Digital World. It will be a long shot, I mean 85% of the documents date back before I was even born!"

Arata pulled her back into a tight hug, "You are something else."

"No, I'm just extremely lucky," Ami spoke. "Will you help me?"

"You don't even have to ask."