It's been a long while since I've updated this one. Sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this short chapter because inspiration was weak. But I want to complete all fifty prompts and I needed a break after my Children of Time series. Leave a review!

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Kiichi glanced around the crowd of first-years, excitedly waiting to be inducted into Yagami High where they would start the next chapter of their lives. The boy was nervous, as he was sure the rest of his peers were. Well, maybe not Tagiru, standing with the rest of class 1-E, who seemed to be incapable of keeping still as he visibly vibrated with excitement.

A while back, he didn't think he would be standing here. On the concrete, in front of the high school, dressed in his new uniform with a white dress shirt, black slacks, and black tie. The chairman was welcoming them to their community as the cherry blossoms dropped down into their hair and covered the ground.

Falling. That was the sensation he had momentarily felt once.

Had it not been for his friends, old and new, he wouldn't be able to stand with them at the opening ceremony. He was happy, to have stopped falling. But not because he came to an abrupt stop on the ground, the ocean, the concrete, the asphalt, or anywhere else.

Floating. That was the sensation he felt now.

As Kiichi walked through the halls of his new school, he noticed one of his senpai and a fellow Chosen Child out in the hallway. The brunet was sitting against the wall with his sketchbook on his knees, drawing something on a new page.

Before Kiichi could get the artist's attention, another one of his senpai did. "Takato?"

The Tamer looked up at the blond boy that had spoken to him. "Takeru-san!" Takato greeted. "How's your first day back been?"

Kiichi didn't really want to butt into their conversation. But at the same time, he felt rather curious about what Takato was drawing. When Takeru inquired and Takato turned the sketchbook around, the blond's eyes widened and mouth opened a little upon seeing it.

"Is that me, Hikari, and Daisuke?" Takeru asked.

Takato nodded. "I got the idea while rewatching the Digimon show. I'm going to be adding Miyako-senpai and Iori-kun as well, catching Ken as he's falling."

This was intriguing to Kiichi because that's exactly how he felt, literally and metaphorically. Jyou may have been the person who saved him when he jumped out from the soaring Locomon, but it was Tagiru and the others, his friends, who kept him afloat. To him, they all had beautiful white wings that allowed them to fly and touch the heavens. He hadn't reached that point yet.

The first-year turned to look out the window, realizing that they stood on the fourth floor. If he slid open the glass and dropped down now, he would be dead upon impact. Or at least severely injured. But he no longer felt like doing that anymore. There was a time when he would be walking on bridges or stand on rooftops and an overwhelming urge to jump took over. Other time, he'd be walking on the street and wondered what it would be like if he stumbled into traffic.

Who would be at his funeral? Would there be empty seats? Only his fellow Hunters and family members?

There was this image that he could shake of there being possibly dozens of people but the thought of them being there only due to obligation existed. Just because they were related to him by blood or by the fact that they all knew of the existence of the Digital World. Would any of them be there because they wanted to be there?

Everywhere he looked, every person he saw, had wings. But him. He hadn't reached that point yet where he could fly. However, just because people have wings, doesn't mean they have to use them. There are some people that like to walk on the ground with others until they're able to take flight with them.

"What are you thinking about?" Takeru called out.

"Are you having fun today?" Takato chuckled.

Kiichi glanced over at the pair and smiled.

People with wings didn't have to fly. They could be lifting up the people that can't. And for the people that are falling, they can be caught by people who want to catch. It has nothing to do with obligation or requirements, it's because they like being with them.

"Truthfully, I'm a little nervous," Kiichi admitted to them. "But… I'm excited to see what the future brings for me."

Takato tapped the side of his head with his index finger with a big smile on his face. "When you close your eyes and try to see your days here at Yagami, what do you see?"

Kiichi didn't know how to respond so instead, he just did as he was told. He closed his eyes, feeling the breeze from the outside, and the presence of his friends standing behind him.

There was Tagiru joining the soccer club like he said while also trying to remain involved in basketball at the same time. Yuu was volunteering to be class A's representative and already getting a head start on studying for college. Ryouma and the rest of his group eating together outside with the flowers with new friends they made. But what did he see himself doing?

"I just see myself living life day by day," Kiichi confessed.

"We see the same things for ourselves," Takeru chuckled. "Maybe we think about what we're going to do the next day or one hour later. But we can't really see ourselves doing a bunch of various things one year or after high school. We can barely believe that our first year is over."

Takato nodded in agreement. "You don't have to know right now. But keep imagining the possibilities and you'll be able to reach them. Suzie once told me this. Imagination is the power to see a fantasy but courage is the magic that turns them into reality."

Kiichi wondered if he should tell them that he also saw them with wings. They had the power to take flight and reach the dreams that have made residence in the clouds. Whether it was becoming a reporter like his mother or breaking away from one's parents and starting a career in art, Kiichi knew they could fly out and grab it.

He's not there yet. Becoming a conductor still seemed distant with the people making fun of him and his parents wanting something bigger for him. But at least he wasn't falling behind anymore.