Okay, it is definitely time for me to finish this thing, before 2016 ends. So, I hope that you enjoy this epilogue-verse bit of slice-of-life fic. Yes, I said 'epilogue-verse' (put the torches and pitchforks down please) (I... please) and I actually intend to remain compliant to everything the finale showed us with this. That's right - no Takari, suck it.

... I just alienated any and every possible audience for this, didn't I? Well, in any case, I wish you all good reading.


14:53, August 15, 2027

Tokyo, Edogawa, Best Of Best Worlds Restaurant, Manager's Office

"You don't have to hang around here," said Davis, jovially, to the preteen. The thirty-something man was regarding the bespectacled girl with amusement mixed with slight concern.

Asuka hummed cheerfully to herself, studying the holographic screen attentively. "No, it's okay, Uncle Davis," responded the dark-haired girl in the tank-top and shorts, with a slight grin on her face. "I wanna see how you work, and it looks fun."

The business-suited man studied his non-blood niece briefly. "A shame she's too young for an internship," thought the former hero. He thought there was something more to it, but didn't want to pressure her into disclosing it. "Well, if you're sure," he cracked a grin, "I'm hardly going to turn down free help around here."

She responded by way of a brightening smile, and then she turned to look at the projected screen. Over it was a calender for the current month, arranged as a list of blocks, and various listed appointments. The Ichijouji girl read the entry for today, and read that there was somebody applying for a booking.

"Uncle, call me a Shellmon lost on a race-track if you want," voiced the girl, "but what's a booking?"

The short-haired man inspected the calendar briefly, to find what had incited the question. "It basically means that they're hiring the place for something, like a wedding or a company party- oh," he ahhed at noticing that there was an appointment in less than five minutes.

Right then, the door a bit ahead of the desk opened up. A Renamon stood in the doorway, then stepped aside to let a human man - garbed in a green suit, not of especially remarkable build or haircut by the standards of his species, looking in his early twenties - enter the office.

"Please," greeted the manager to the visitor, gesturing to the chair by his desk, "take a seat."

The blond quietly walked over to sit himself down in it, idly observing the young girl who was giving him a greeting wave of the hand. "Well, to just skip straight to it," started the man, with a note of unease in his voice, "my girlfriend and I want to tie the knot. As a minimum, I'll like to hold the reception here, and the wedding too if that can be arranged."

A pensive frown formed on his face. "That's certainly something we can accommodate, but I'll like to ask what species the lucky lady is," he paused, then hastily added, "not to sound biased, but our indoor facilities aren't really built to suit the biggest kinds around."

The man gave a nod, the same happy-neutral look on his face. "Keep it together," he told himself, mentally stuttering the thought. "Yeah, this is Davis freaking Motomiya, a hero and a legend if ever there's been one, but he's just a man like yourself. Keep it together, you can handle this." "She's, erms, she's a MetalGreymon, if that'll affect anything, Mister Motomiya sir."

Elsewhere than where Asuka Ichijouji and her non-blood uncle were spending this early afternoon, another pair of people were spending their day with a different sort of activity.

In the Digital World's museum section, much was quiet and inactive, and only a few people were paying that region of the virtual realm a visit at the moment. In a large hall, in the wing dedicated to the legendary Digidestined and their many exploits over the years since the start of the millennium, a young child stood before a raised platform.

The boy was little more than nine, and a scrawny brat for his age; his garments were a red jacket, gray pants, and a pair of goggles around his maroon hair. By his left side was a DemiVeemon, the only other living thing in the area. Upon the platform were four figures, each different from the others and all made of the same silver marble.

The front pair was a man and a woman, both of which were humans. They stood side by side, both with folded arms and defiant looks upon their faces. Behind them were two Digimon of the Mega level, each three times larger than the humans before them, and equally resembled dragons and knights. The dragon-knight on the right had a cannon-weapon pointed dead ahead at an unseen enemy, whereas the dragon-knight with the woman stood with raised arms and wrist-worn laser swords at the ready.

Around the pair, a number of paintings were arrayed upon the walls - each one depicted the figures of the statue, either the two dragon-knights or all four, in the heat of battle against some manner of foe, or else, standing triumphant over a battlefield filled of eggs.

"So this is," the boy quietly marveled, "what mom and dad did when they were young?"

The tiny blue wyvern looked around, undisguised interest in his eyes, at the art pieces. A twinge of dismay crossed his mind, at the fact that most of them were familiar sights already.

"Lookie over here, Akitoshi," spoke the dragon to her boy, dragging him off by the hand to a painting four paintings down the left wall from the statue of his parents and their partners. Veemon held her hand out to the image hanging on the wall. The human youth studied the painting.

What it depicted was a battle fought in a wasteland beneath an orange sky. Of the combatants, Akitoshi recognized only his aunts Kari and Yolei; the other three - the humanoid plated in golden-and-grey metal, the pink-furred dragon and the white-dressed sword bearer who stood side by side against the third - were unknown to him.

"I dunno what I'm looking at," admitted the boy.

"It's from way back," exposited the azure wyvern, eager to share the trivia, "in two-thousand-nine. That's Valkyrimon, that's our Hawkmon's Mega form, and that's Magnadramon, Gatomon's Mega. The guy they're fighting is Reapermon."

The boy listened, half-interested. He quickly went over to another painting among that particular row, one that depicted Dinobeemon, Angemon, Angewomon, and Shakkoumon, at the center of a Devimon army.

"What's this one from?" asked the child human.

"Dunno," admitted the Veemon.