~The friend of the two gazed
on at their figures as they walked off into the unknown. He picked up his tired
feet and started after them.
No, boy, I have something
special for you, it said and immediately the young lad felt an immense pain
searing through his body…
Yagami Taichi groaned and
thought of what he'd be doing if that stupid Fujiyama hadn't run off with that
girlfriend of his. He fidgeted like he was playing some soccer game with his
friends. How had he consented to become a mannequin?
"Oh give it up Taichi; stay like
this until I get a pin or two to hold up your skirt," Hikari said with an evil
look in her eye. "Until then, hold it up."
"OKAAAAAA-SAAAN!" Taichi yelled,
"Make her stop!"
"Taichi! You're a big boy now,
you can stand there for a few more minutes."
Another groan escaped his lips
as he dropped his right arm back down to his side. He had always seen movies
where the brother had to stand up on a stool for hours while their sister or
mother or some female relative would pin and sew and prod until they couldn't
take it anymore. Taichi would laugh at the sight, but never thought that he
would be in this position himself. It was awkward and uncomfortable, plus he
was wearing a skirt…a pink skirt…a frilly pink skirt.
He shuddered at the thought.
Pink, his least favorite color; was Hikari's most favorite. They were exact
opposites Hikari and he; she hated his favorite color (a deep earthy sienna),
she thought Daisuke a good friend, he, a nuisance. Taichi loved soccer, she was
sick of it, he liked hard rock, and Hikari loved pop. Her temper was slow; he
could explode at any second, when she was mad it stayed, his anger was
fleeting. Even with the differences, which could have gone on forever, they
loved each other…and they loved getting each other angry. It was almost hard to
believe that Yamato and Takeru, the only two siblings that were never mad at
the other, teased and taunted each other as much as Taichi and Hikari did.
Sora was wrong; Fujiyama's disappearance was
definitely fishy. How could the teacher had fallen in love when his looks were
about as lacking as Jun's? Speaking of whom…
Remembering the fact that he
never did tell Sora the white lie he told Jun to get her away from his best
friend, made him grin. Taichi wished he had had Hikari's camera when he broke
the 'news' to Jun. That look was priceless. Yamato would have killed to see it
again, it was almost worse than the look that she had on her face when he had
saved the rock star from their date.
Then again, Yamato would have
killed him when he found out what he had told Jun. Unless of course it was
true…
'Naaaah.'
"I'm back Taichi-chan!"
"Yeah, now could you hang up the
phone for me?" he asked tossing her the black receiver.
"Lazy-bones," she muttered as
she put it back.
Taichi snorted. "You try moving
around in this! It's frilly…pink…huge!"
"Just how I like it, now, you're
going to stay like this for a while!"
"Nani?"
"I have to go out with the other
digidestined to the digiworld and while I'm gone you can't take this off!
Okaa-san knows already and she won't let you weasel out of it! HA! Iteki
masu onii-chan!"
"AII! Come back here
Hikari or I'll-" but she was already out the door. His mother came in the room
giggling. "Okaa-san, why is my imouto so mean to me? It's not fair!" he whined
using a little baby's voice.
"Wakataimas," she said as she
set down her cup of tea, "here, let me help you out of this fix. I did the very
same thing to my onii-chan once, but he was a little more agreeable than you."
"Uncle Greg in America put up
with this?"
"No, of course not, he
complained and then, a little later, got me back ten times worse," she
reminisced as the frills came off one by one.
"What did he do?"
"I'll save that for a later
story. Why don't you call Sora-"
"Mataka?! She'd think I'm nuts."
"Then call Yamato!"
"I talked to him earlier today
too."
"Jyou?"
"Studying for his exams."
"Try to visit Koushirou then."
"He's helping out Miyako-san and
the others if I know him. Always trying to help out, or at least prove his
intelligence."
"Mimi?!"
"Long-distance okaa-san.
Otou-san would kill me when he saw the bill!"
"Aii, then get into your room
out of my sight and do your homework you un-agreeable boy!" she said before
giving him a little whack on the rear.
Taichi headed over to the room
he shared with Hikari and plopped down on the lower bunk. Putting up with
staring at the dirty boards for thirteen years wasn't too fun, but he knew she
loved the top bunk and he was probably too heavy for it anyway. Besides, this
gave him an excuse to put up little glow-in-the-dark stars all over the wooden
beams, which had been fun to do and they still were enjoyable to look at. He'd
rearrange them every month or so, putting on new putty each time they lost
their stickiness.
The stars glowed even without
the absence of lights; that month he had made a Bakemon out of the plastic
pieces, just to frighten Hikari the night he had done it. She had been sleeping
there while he slept over with the team. While the scolding afterward was
severe, even Hikari had to admit (after much prodding) that it was funny.
Yamato and Sora cracked up at the thought that little, wise and mature Hikari
had screamed bloody murder at the image of such a wimpy and weak digimon.
The thought made him remember
Yamato's current mood, depressed. When was the last time the blonde had
laughed? Surely not even in the last two weeks. Even at the beach he had been moping
about, and when Sora finally got him to come back to the group, he only smiled
once, and that was because of a joke at Jyou's expense.
It seemed to him that Sora had
been the only one who could get through to him. Taichi had tried, of course,
but nothing but the cheery fire-eyed girl would do. Naturally, they were all
worried, himself and Sora the most, but, "If something worked, let it work,"
Taichi had said because everyone surely enjoyed at least the slightly happy,
exuberant Yamato more than any other current version of him.
Groaning once again, Taichi
realized that if only Sora could get through to Yamato, then not even Takeru
could get through to him. They were going to have to think of something to do
to get him out of this mood. Thinking about Yamato's depression was depressing
in itself and he rolled out of bed onto the ground and crawled over to his
soccer ball.
He threw it up into the air and
then quick as a flash, got up to bounce it off of his forehead a few times.
Unfortunately, he had miscalculated the throw and it hit the ceiling, making a
large thump that gave him both a shout from the neighbors upstairs and some
reprimanding from Mrs. Yagami. The soccer ball bounced off of the top of his
head, which hurt, and fell perfectly into his outstretched hand.
"Go outside to play soccer! How
many times do I have to tell you before you're twenty-one and living at
college?"
"I dunno okaa-san, guess!"
"TAICHI!" she yelled, but he was
already out the door and bounding down the steps to go outside before she could
get to him. It was fun being a kid and Sora and Yamato must have just forgotten
how to be one.
'They're both so depressing and
serious; I'd rather be fooling around with Daisuke-kun and Iori-kun than
listening to both of them. Speaking of which…'
The Yagami boy got out the
digivice he always kept in his pocket and rushed over to the electronic store
near his home. He made his way in, hiding his soccer ball up his shirt (which
got a few suspicious looks from customers), and held it up to the last computer
in the back.
"Digiport, open," he whispered
as the familiar symbol came up on the screen. A large white flash came from the
monitor and Taichi turned around just in time to smile at an American and wave
before completely disappearing.
The strange feeling of atoms
being downloaded gave him the chills every single time he went, but, soon
enough he was in the digiworld…in the air!
"AII!" Daisuke yelled as Taichi
fell right on top of him. The other younger digidestined laughed at the two as
Taichi helped Daisuke up onto his feet.
"Just decided to drop by!" he
said, receiving a few groans from the kids.
"Onii-chan," Hikari said getting
a little suspicious, "how did you get out of the skirt?"
"Oh that? I used Yamato-chan as
my mannequin!" Takeru smiled.
"Jun-chan was mine," Daisuke
said.
"Okaa-san must like me more than
you, she helped me out."
Miyako giggled, "Ken-san here
was my mannequin!"
"Baka," Ken hissed embarrassed.
When people were especially annoyed with Miyako, they called her by her
'nickname', which she hated more than anything. "I thought you'd keep it a
secret!"
"You should never trust Miyako,
Ken," Iori commented with a rare laugh, "she couldn't keep a secret if you paid
her!"
"Iori!"
"Miyako!"
"Iori!"
"Miyako!"
"IORI!!"
"MIYA-"
"All right you two," Takeru said
rubbing his temples. He looked over to Taichi who shrugged while he juggled the
ball between his two feet for a few seconds before heading it to Daisuke, who
juggled it like a hackysack as well and then kicked it to Ken. Ken bounced it
off of his chest before kicking it back to Taichi with the back of his foot.
The ball went between the three before Hikari jumped in front of Daisuke and
kicked the ball over to Miyako who bounced it off of her helmet back to Ken.
Laughing, the older boy kicked it over to Iori who caught it and dropkicked it
over to Daisuke. The ball went in a wild direction towards Takeru, who, almost
out of instinct, caught the flying sphere with a SMACK!
"I think we've got ourselves a
game!" Taichi said. "I've got Miyako-san and Takeru-kun. Ken-san, take Hikari-chan
and Daisuke-kun. Iori-kun, why don't you be the substitute. Here's how we'll
play: Every five minutes, we all rotate our positions, so everyone will get to
play. I'll be the first to rotate out."
"That's too complicated," Takeru
said. "Why don't we just get Koushirou-senpai to come and play? He's nearby
with Tentomon; they're not doing anything important."
"Okay, I'll get him!" Daisuke said heading the
leather orb over to Taichi, who started the juggling again. Ten minutes later,
Taichi took his long-time friend on the 'Greymon' team and Ken put little Iori
in the goal-box to play for the 'Kaiser's'. Taichi thought it was great that
Ken had gotten so past his time as the Digimon Emperor that he could joke about
it and even mock his former position.
"Let's GO!" he yelled as he
passed the ball to Miyako, who kicked it to Koushirou. Ken stole the ball from
him and gave it a hard kick straight at Takeru, who caught it and threw it
straight at Taichi. The game was long and heated and ended with a score of one
to one, a successful tie.
Sweaty and exhausted Taichi
shook hands with Ken. "Great game Ichijouji-san."
"You know, a month ago, I never
would have done this. I probably would be trying to kill you."
"Yeah, and a month ago I
wouldn't have been able to come here with you guys. I probably'd be stuck with
mountains of…shimatta!"
"Taichi!"
"AII! I have tons of homework due
tomorrow! Bye!" Taichi said grabbing the soccer ball from Daisuke and running
up to the tree where the Digiport he had opened was.
"WAIT! Taichi, use the other
Digiport, on the ground!" Hikari yelled after her brother.
He scrambled down the tree again
and dove headlong into the TV. Taichi crashed headfirst into Koushirou's
rolling chair in his room and fell on the ground.
"Ouch," he muttered and got up
rubbing his head. Turning back to the computer screen, he didn't have time to
duck when his soccer ball was thrown into his face. Taichi let out a yell, but
then covered his mouth and scrambled underneath Koushirou's bed as he heard
footsteps.
"Koushirou?" Taichi heard the
Izumi's mother call. "Koushirou? Koushirou? I must be hearing things… Where did
this come from?" she thought aloud as she walked out with the Yagami's favorite
ball. "It must be one of his friends', I'll just give it to him when he comes
home."
'No!' the Yagami boy thought as
he punched the hard wooden floor.
After a few minutes had passed,
he came out of his hiding place and snuck out the door without Mrs. Izumi
seeing him. As nice as she was, she was certainly quite hard of hearing, or
blind, or just wrapped up in her work. Sora could get like that, so involved in
whatever she was doing to suddenly become blind to the world around her. It
didn't happen often, just when she was reading.
Magic, yes, that would be his best friend's demise. Someday she
would be reading a book and all hell will be breaking loose and all she'll be
able to do is sit there in her favorite big chair at her house and read about
some dragon terrorizing some town in an author's mind. Or, she'll be that
author writing about the dragon. He could just imagine that happening.
"Leave
me alone! I'm writing a new novel! I don't care what's going on! Shh!"
He smiled. That could definitely
happen. If there was a world where she could find all of that magical stuff,
where she could meet a unicorn or even a Chimera, where she could be a princess
or a sorceress, where the trees talked (not including that ugly Cherrymon that
Yamato had talked about) and she could confide in a singing bird to spread a
message throughout a kingdom, she'd be there in a flash. And of course, Taichi
and Yamato would be right there at her side.
But real magic? Spells and such;
were all baloney. Taichi knew that better than anyone. His okaa-san had always
told him that magic was the day that he and Hikari were born and Ms. Takenouchi
always said that her first kiss was magical. Mr. Ishida told him once that the
first time he had gotten his job done without any mistakes and he had done
great in front of the camera, it was magic. Agumon told him that the first time
he saw Taichi, it was magic. But none of that was the kind of magic that Sora was
interested in.
"Okaa-san! I'm home again!"
"Is Hikari with you?"
"No, I saw her though, she's
still playing with the others."
"It's getting late, if she's not
home in ten minutes-"
"Okaa-san!" his little imouto
called, "I'm home!"
She put another plate on their
little table and Taichi saw a saucer laid out for Miko. "Good you two, dinner's
ready."
"Stir-fry again okaa-san," their
otou-san whined as he kissed her cheek, "you're losing your touch!"
"Hush up, you! Set a good
example for the kids."
He bounded over to the table
like a kid and sat down at his place, picking up his chopsticks and banging
them together. "Gimmie food!"
"I thought okaa-san said a good
example, otou-san!" Hikari laughed as she sat down at the table across from
Taichi. "You're behaving like Taichi!" He gave a little expression of being
shocked and then leaned back to watch the anticipated conversation between his
two children.
"That just goes to show you
where I get it from!" Taichi smiled. "It's not me, it's genetics. I want you to
remember that the next time that you find a little wasabi in your lunch
disguised as sushi!"
"How do you suppose to do that?"
"I'll ask our boy of culinary
delights, Yamato-san, to make me a special batch of wasabi."
"He'd never-"
"If I pay him he will!"
"Taichi! Hikari! Now you two be
quiet and eat your dinner!"
The young male of the family ate his dinner as fast
as he could, gave a large and rude burp on purpose, got scolded, and then rushed
to his room to start on his second-year trigonometry homework. Math hadn't
always been easy for him, but 'trig' as Mimi referred to it, was about the
easiest arithmetic he had ever done, and he understood it about as well as
Koushirou did. He could hold this over Yamato, who was struggling, and Sora who
still couldn't quite remember the difference between cosine and sine, even
though this was the second year they had taken the subject. They weren't held
back, as his okaa-san had thought when she discovered he was taking it again,
but only in their second year of trigonometry, so later they didn't have to
take it and they could move onto the 'exciting world of calculus'.
Finishing in less than ten minutes, he moved onto
his bed, and into his foreign language homework. English was a hard language,
having so many different rules for everything and then so many exceptions to
the rules that it made his head spin. Mimi was lucky that she could learn so
fast; Taichi wouldn't be able to survive in America for long. Plus the language
was so boring to listen to. At least Japanese was pleasing to the ears, not
hard and shrill. Even Mimi, who had tried to find at least one word that was as
beautiful as her native language, had to admit that it was mind-numbing and
harsh.
'Fix what's wrong in these
sentences…I have much expectations for the group…boring…I have
many expectations for the group…' Taichi thought as he yawned. He was tired
from all of that soccer playing and the English wasn't helping his situation.
'It's only seven, maybe I'll take a nap and then wake up later to do my
homework…yeah, that's what I'll do…'
It had been a long tendency of
Sora, Yamato and his to fall asleep while doing boring homework. Their parents
had complained about it the one time all of their families had gotten together
for a big picnic in the real world. That was probably one of the best days of
his life, that picnic. He fell asleep remembering all of the fun he had there
and completely forgetting about setting his alarm for eight thirty…
~*~
Rusty once again found himself
running top-speed to the cat door at his home. The time before had been for a
very different reason, but since Miko was his mother, he wasn't banned from
exiting and leaving at all hours, nor was the bottom floor's main door
completely shut. The humans never spotted the half-chewed door (courtesy of a
friendly bulldog) near the ground on the far side of the building; this
included any potential robbers. It was amazing how humans couldn't see how
intelligent animals really were (creating their own means of getting in and out
of a building!), having their own speech and culture. Animals could
communicate, a thing that Rusty did as soon as he bounded through the door.
Once again, the wind had somehow
beaten him to his home, but this time, it hadn't beaten him to Taichi. Rusty
bounded onto the boy's chest, waking him up from a dream with a yell. He saw
the boy bring his hand to mouth and freeze for a few moments, probably waiting
for the girl to wake up, a thing she never did. Sighing, he looked down at the
cat at his feet; he probably thought it was Miko.
The boy examined the tabby for a
few seconds before realizing that the cat he was going to kick wasn't
technically his. Then, the blue mist chose that time to come into the room and
curl around Rusty. It was incredibly cold but he simply walked out of it,
meowing to the boy to go. Searching the room, the wind surrounded its azure
glitter around the girl in the top bunk, a mistake. But it was not the biggest mistake
made; the teenager's eyes filled with fear for his littermate and Rusty knew
that when he had put his hand in the mist to wave it away that all of his
running had been for nothing.
Quickly, the wind circled around
him, smothering the boy in its magical sparkling and just like the others, he
disappeared. Three children gone in one night, and what would their parents do?
What could the cat do about it?
Animals were smarter than humans
thought, and they were able to communicate with animals that weren't entirely
normal by human standards. Rusty carefully, silently, made his way over to the
sweater in the corner of the room. He nudged the rather fat, white cat with his
face and when she awoke demanding an explanation, he began telling her of the
one thing she could do to save this whole mess...
::fin::
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::Japanese Terms You Might Not Know::
::Iteki masu=I'm off/I'm leaving::
::Okaa-san/chan=Mother::
::Wakataimas=I know::
::Mataka=Not again::
::Otou-san/chan=Father::
::Shimatta=a Japanese cuss word ^_^()::
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