our bones, underfoot

by Aiko Isari

It makes it all so much worse, the knowing, the caring, the recognition, and the acknowledgment. Because he can't really save her partner no matter where and when but he can save her and he's going to try.

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37.

In his first life, Daigo was no stranger to gunshots. His life, admittedly, been a little extreme. Though he'd also had a gun-hammer wielding puppet on his first trip and survived so well, he had a few battle scars to show for it and a lot of plans.

Those plans are the only thing that get him to shout in time, MegaloGrowmon's tail whipping and diverting the bullets. A Demon Lord's bullets. Holy crap what digimon did he really make? What had he been thinking with cannons and fire and blade arms?

… Ok he'd been thinking his partner was the coolest thing ever, but still.

His partner is managing to hold off the demon bike, which is good. He's not managing to hold off the Demon Lord at the same time. That honor goes to Kato-san and Leomon.

Dread pools up in Daigo's gut and somehow, he knows. He just knows. And he can't help it.

They rage at the possibility.