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Guilmon dug deeper into the hole of his stone shed before finding the extra-large bento box he had buried there a few days ago. He opened it up and smiled widely when he saw the bread inside, shaped like his head which he brought outside to where Culumon was waiting for him.

"Yay! It's bread!" Culumon cheered.

"Yeah! Bread!" Guilmon laughed. "It's melon bread too so it tastes even better than regular bread."

"Yay!"

"Yay!"

A third voice joined in as his little dark figure dropped down from the tree branch from above, nabbing the bread and leaping right back. "Yay!" Guilmon and Culumon froze up and looked upwards to see Impmon waving the bread back and forth. "I got the melon bread!"

"Impmon!" the other two pouted. "Give that back!"

"Mm… Nope!"

The Tamers were still at school at the moment so there was no human to jump in and stop the little demon from taking a large bite out of the bread much to the shock of the other two. Guilmon started trying to climb up the tree while Culumon floated to the top and attempted to take it from the stronger Digimon but failing miserably.

"Impmon, you meanie!" Culumon whined.

"Too bad! You snooze, you lose!" Impmon smirked.

Guilmon hopelessly slid down the trunk of the tree. "Sorry, Impmon!"

"Eh?"

"Pyro Sphere!"

"Whoa!"

The tree branch broke and Impmon plummeted the ground, landing face first and dropping the bread which landed in Guilmon's waiting claws. Impmon was not happy about that situation though as he started throwing his own fireballs at the red raptor who started running away with the bread held in front of him. They ended up running past the shed with Culumon following from right behind them.

"Wah! Impmon, stop!" Guilmon yelped.

"No!" Impmon snapped. "Not until you give that bread back!"

Guilmon shook his head frantically. "But it was mine in the first place!"

The three of them may have been on this ridiculous chase but they still kept in mind that they were not allowed to be seen by anyone in public unless it was a Chosen Child or someone with the knowledge of the existence of Digimon. So as they stayed hidden in the trees, they ended up running past a music building affiliated with a local university. They slowed down when they heard a pretty sound coming from inside with the window open.

"Pretty," Culumon swooned.

Guilmon frowned. "You don't like it?"

"No," Impmon sighed. "He said 'kirei' not 'kirai'."

"Oh… Well they sound similar," Guilmon defended before taking a large bite of the bread, giving the rest to Culumon.

The three of them were all naturally curious and Culumon, despite spending five years in the human world, still does things without thinking much of them so he drifted towards the open window of the music building. Guilmon did the same and it wasn't long before Impmon followed suit. The three of them slowly peeked inside and saw a young woman at a grand piano, playing a song that was melodic and harmonious.

"Wow," Culumon sighed dreamily.

Guilmon sniffed the air, noticing a familiar scent. "Yoshi?"

"That police woman from DATS?" Impmon blinked.

When the young woman slowed down, playing the last few notes, she stumbled and screwed up, pressing on the wrong key but to most outsiders of the music world, they wouldn't even notice. Which was true of the three Digimon as they all began cheering, causing her to turn around and revealing that it was, in fact, Yoshino Fujieda.

"You guys?" she said. "What are you doing here?"

From inside her Data Burst Digivice, Raramon spoke up. "You guys know you shouldn't be outside in public."

Culumon's ears retracted into his head as Guilmon's own drooped downwards. "Sorry… We didn't mean to…"

Yoshino sighed, making her seem older than she actually was though it was probably due to stress from fighting Digimon while trying to maintain her normal life as a police officer. Running around Tokyo (sometimes other cities in Japan) trying to catch criminals and digital anomalies wasn't easy. But when she was playing the piano, it didn't seem like any of that stress was on her shoulders.

As she was about to chastise them for making the mistake of coming out in public, they heard people coming around the corner so in a flurry, she dragged them inside the building and shut the windows. She also drew the curtains so that those students wouldn't be able to see inside.

Yoshino peeked through a little opening to the outside and waited patiently for them to pass by before exhaling in relief. "You guys need to be more careful! If someone saw you then who knows what could've happened."

Guilmon and Culumon nodded, both understanding the impertinence of staying hidden. If not, then authorities or officials that didn't know about Hypnos and DATS could try to take them away and experiment on them or worse, work towards their annihilation. Or they could send a human in hysterics and other might see him or her as clinically insane, screaming about monsters that shouldn't exist in real life.

"Hmph," Impmon scoffed. "I don't like having to hide all the time. Why can't our existence be common knowledge?"

He knew why.

After the events of Yggdrasil and Parasimon, humans went ballistic, millions rallying for the destruction of their kind. And when Daisuke's group tried to keep humans in the know of Digimon, they did the same thing, protest outside of computer stores as if it was their fault that Digimon existed. Thus, Gennai, the government, they pushed to erase or modify the memories of humans to keep them blissfully ignorant much to the bitter distaste of the Chosen Children.

"It's not fair to you guys, I know," Yoshino breathed.

Impmon turned away, arms crossed. "And we're the ones protecting their butts from the bad Digimon out there."

Raramon escaped from her partner's digivice and started lecturing Impmon about how while there were many closeminded humans, there were also good ones out there that tried their best to understand Digimon. Impmon blatantly mocked her by moving his lips to mimic exactly what she was saying and she didn't notice until she finished.

While Raramon and Impmon started arguing with each other, Guilmon and Culumon looked up at Yoshino.

"That was really pretty before," Culumon giggled. "Can you play it again?"

Yoshino turned away from her partner. "I don't think so." She walked over to the piano and closed the keys. "I messed up several times by either pressing the wrong key or pressing it with the wrong amount of pressure. I may be rusty but I still have a trained ear for this kind of thing."

"Really?" Guilmon cocked his head. "But you looked so content and happy."

Yoshino frowned; their eyes were on her back. "I looked happy?"

"Well, you sounded happy." Guilmon corrected. "And if you were really upset by the fact that you were playing it wrong, then you would've stopped. But you looked like you were enjoying yourself and completely, uh… What's the word? To be into it?"

"Immersed," Impmon answered, pushing the floating seed out of his face. He walked up to the grown woman. "Even though we didn't see your face, we could guess that you were totally immersed in the song. It really was good though, don't sell yourself short." He made the compliment without making direct eye contact or even facing her, but that was just the type of Digimon he was.

Yoshino smiled. "It makes me happy to hear that."

"Why don't you play piano more often?" Culumon questioned. "Touma has a piano in his big house, right?"

He does but Yoshino hadn't actually played in a long while. That day was the first in several years.

In general, it was hard to sit down on the bench and touch the black and white keys because it brought back so many difficult memories. It made her remember her two older sisters who died a while a back in a fire. They never did catch the culprit of the blaze but people were certain someone had done it intentionally. That's why Yoshino became a cop, she wanted to catch this guy one day or at least protect others.

But for their deaths, Yoshino blamed herself.

The Fujieda sisters came from a prestigious family and each of them were taught how to play piano and went to the finest schools. But where the eldest daughters excelled, Yoshino fell short which was where her inferiority complex came from because after her sisters, great expectations fell upon her. Yoshino resented them and wished for them to disappear though she regretted that desire later in life.

Someone must've had a grudge on the Fujieda family because in that fire, they lost everything worth monetary value. Yoshino had been out with her mother and when the pair came back, they saw the fire trucks and the roaring flames but they were too late. Her sisters were trapped inside and they suffocated to death from the smoke. It was awful.

They had to start over, the Fujiedas. But by then, it was only the parents and their youngest daughter, the one who could never achieve anything as great as her sisters. She was the one who could not replace their beautiful, talented, intelligent, and favored offspring no matter how hard she tried.

So she avoided the piano to forget.

But when she went to this university after getting a report of a Digimon appearance in the music building, she saw the instrument. After taking care of business, Raramon asked her partner to play that first song when the seedling Digimon appeared.

"Why?" Yoshino had asked.

"Because I want to hear it," Raramon had answered.

Now, Yoshino slowly lowered herself onto the bench like she had done just a few moments before and opened up the keys again. Her hands delicately laid themselves upon the keys as she started playing that melodic sound once more. Her movements smooth and beautiful like her sisters.

The Digimon watched in awe as she played and when she finished, she started crying much to their surprise. Only Raramon knew the real reason for her tears while the others profusely told her that she did amazingly.

But Yoshino wasn't saddened. No, when she was playing, she was reminded of her sisters sitting on either side of her, playing the song with her. They kept playing the wrong keys but they did it on purpose because it gave them a chance to laugh about it.

Umeko and Ran Fujieda both loved playing the piano but the one thing they loved more was their beautiful, talented, intelligent, and favored little sister, Yoshino. And together, all three of their laughter mixing in the air together, was more melodic than any song.