***Pata 1/2!***
Chapter 2
(on this end, anyway)
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Digimon or Ranma 1/2.
***
The rushing wind sent chills down Patamon's back, shivering atop Kabuterrimon as the mighty insect Digimon flew through the air, his horn splitting the clouds above him. Patamon drew her blanket closer around her, but it did little good. The blanket was wet from the springs, and it's icy moisture was like sandpaper being violently rubbed across her alabaster skin. She looked up in her misery at Takeru and Hikari holding eachother for warmth, both not as much as a shiver running down their backs. She was tempted to crawl across Kabuterrimon's exoskeleton and try and share the heat for comfort, but she suddenly remembered that her... Transformation was still new for both Hikari and Takeru.
Thus, the overly-sensitive Digi-girl huddled on Kabuterrimon's back, utterly misrable.
Koushiro, also lacking any kind of heat exchange, shivered as he typed on his laptop, occasionally making a comment to Kabuterrimon about their course and speed. He sighed heavily, then noticed that Patamon was in much the same predicament. Deciding to cut his buried in the computer act, he carefully scooted over and wrapped an arm around the girl. She stared at him with her ice blue eyes.
'GAH! Don't think about ice right now,' Koushiro scolded himself.
"I, erm, couldn't help but notice how cold you were," he said simply. Patamon nodded, then pushed her lithe body as close as she could to Koushiro's. Koushiro was suddenly very happy his cheeks were wind burned-It hid his blush. Patamon sighed as she wrapped her arms around the young computer genius's neck, making him feel quite warm despite his obvious discomfort.
That had been his aim, after all.
"Well, might as well get the most out of our metabolisms," muttered Koushiro as he wrapped his arms around Patamon's waist. She smiled as she snuggled into Koushiro's chest, murmuring a thankyou. Koushiro couldn't help but admire the beauty of Patamon's new form. Her skin was smooth and flawless, the contact point between her epidermis and his heating up unearthly fast. Her hair was silky and held an unusual comfort within it's locks. Though inexperienced in matters pertaining to romance and the like, Koushiro felt drawn to her. He ran his fingers lightly over her head, enjoying the softness of her hair. She muttered something, then looked up into Koushiro's eyes.
"Koushiro?" Koushiro froze, lost in Patamon's confused eyes. He couldn't help it as his face instinctively closed the gap between them.
"Koushiro? Izzy, what is it?" Upon hearing his nickname, Koushiro snapped out of his trance, a mere inch or so from making personal contact with Patamon's lips. Her inviting, absolutely sexy lips parted slightly...
'NO! Cease this at once!' His logic kicking in, Koushiro quickly muttered an apology as he pulled back, setting his head upon hers in a very parental fashion, closing his eyes and attempting to fall asleep. Patamon was extremely confused, to say the least. She had, in her original form, watched daytime TV while Takeru was at school, and some of the more, shall we say, drawn together characters had had such an event occuring. Of course, it was usually slowed down thanks to post-editing work for dramatic emphasis, and ended with the two kissing deeply-
"Koushiro?" Patamon murmured, giggling despite herself. Koushiro had feelings for her? Well, that was what all the couples on the soaps said before launching into a tongue war. Patamon wasn't disturbed at all about such feelinggs. In the Digital World, relationships between two males, two females and siblings were all perfectly alright, unlike here in the human world. She'd actually been attracted to a few of the DDs, Izzy included. And now, in a mode where such things might be possible in this judgemental human world...
"I'm might learn to enjoy this form," she muttered as she snuggled deeper into Koushiro's chest.
*****
"ARGH! This'll never do!" Tailmon tossed the picture away onto an ever growing pile of placards illustrating various wedding dresses. The wedding planner, a small Bakemon, grinned nervously as the cat Digimon sighed in exhaustion.
"I can't believe it! I've looked through the entire catalogue, and not one of them suits me at all! Haven't you any others?" Moaned Tailmon, covering her eyes tiredly, pressing her face to the table. The Bakemon rummaged about in his breifcase, but also sighed, taking an exasperated expression as well.
"No ma'am. I'm truly sorry, Miss Tailmon. I've given you 999 different styles of wedding dress, from over 100 designer lables, and you've hated them all. Perhaps, you'd like a custom created version?" Tailmon looked up, a placard stuck to her face. She pulled it off, and stared at it.
"I don't think I've seen this one," she said, cocking her head. The Bakemon floated to behind Tailmon and examined it.
"Oh my, I guess I had 1,000 placards in there," said the Bakemon, blushing in embarrassment. Tailmon smiled thoughfully, then pointed at the placard with her claw.
"This one will do nicely, thank you." The Bakemon bowed, then hurriedly picked up all the placards and deposited them in his briefcase, which somehow held such a large amount of paper quite easily. Picking up his black fedora, the Bakemon bowed again, floating out the door of the small apartment. Just after him, Miss Kamiya entered with her arms full of groceries, staring after the small ghost muttering to himself about picky felines.
Miss Kamiya had grown used to the strange assortment of entities and creatures coming through her door and windows ever since the BailMyotismon incident, but the added hecticness of preparing a wedding for two Digimon was weighing heavily on her. Still, when she'd finally met Tailmon for the first time, they had become good friends, often sharing tea in the mornings as both were early risers.
Tailmon dragged herself to the kitchen counter, moaning in pain.
"Ugh... Headache." Miss Kamiya chuckled lightly as she pulled out the industrial-sized bottle of aspirin from the cabinet. She handed it to Tailmon, who groaned a thank you as she downed a pill or two.
"So, decide on a dress yet?" Asked Miss Kamiya. Tailmon winced, then nodded.
"Ow. I can't believe something so simple-sounding as a wedding is so complicated. How the hell do you humans actually put together your bonds with all this ceremony?" Miss Kamiya shrugged, pulling out some carrots and dicing them neatly.
"I'm not sure. I guess it's more the preparation for the wedding that seals the deal, not the actual ceremony itself. You and your partner endure all this hardship to either strengthen your relationship and make you closer, or drive you apart so that you don't end up making a terrible mistake. Besides, I doubt you'd want to get married in Vegas, right?" Tailmon cringed at the mention of that unholiest of places, then nodded weakly.
"Yes, I suppose so." A slight breeze caught Tailmon's attention, and she smiled.
"Hello, dear." Wiardmon sighed audibly as he floated out of the shadows, wrapping Tailmon in a warm embrace.
"How is it that I can evade detection by the Dark Masters themselves, but get caught by my own fiancee?" Tailmon gave him a peck on the cheek. Well, what was exposed that is.
"You just answered your own question," she purred, hugging her beloved closely. Wizardmon sighed happily, as Miss Kamiya smiled as the warmth and joy of the moment filled the room with it's splendor...
DING DONG! Tailmon and Wizardmon groaned simultaneously, the moment spoiled. Miss Kamiya shook her head in bemusement as she walked to the front door and opened it. She blinked at her daughter, her friends Takeru and Koushiro, the flying beetle Digimon known as Tentomon, and a black-haired girl she didn't recognize, dressed only in a blue blanket.
"Uh, hi Mom. How are you?" Miss Kamiya sighed and gave her youngest a big hug. She turned back in, the unspoken invitation answered as the weary travelers walked in behind her. Miss Kamiya pulled out a batch of oatmeal cookies her children had begged her to make word by word in the cookbook, and set them on the counter. Tentomon plunged into the snack headfirst, munching away.
"Mmmmm! Oh yes! These are so good!" Cried Tentomon as he gorged himself on the fiberous treats. Fast as her Lightening Paw attack, Tailmon grabbed a few cookies and handed them out to the other children, pausing in confusion at the black-haired girl.
"Um, I don't believe we've met?" The girl sighed.
"Actually, we have, Tailmon. It's me."
"Me who? I know many mes indeed..." The girl rolled her eyes at Tailmon's bad joke, while Wizardmon smirked to himself.
"She's-Er, well was, Patamon, at least physically," said Koushiro in a tone like he was discussing a mundane subject like phosphate mines. Tailmon nodded, smiled, then handed Patamon a cookie.
A nanosecond later...
"NANI?!! PATAMON?!!" Tailmon's eyes nearly exploded from her sockets, while Wizardmon fell off the counter in shock. Patamon smiled nervously, waving slightly at Tailmon, who appeared to be having convulsions.
"B-B-But h-h-h-how? T-t-t-t-t-t-t-!!!" Tailmon stuttered out, unable to form coherent sentences. The rest of the group sweatdropped heavily as Tailmon had trouble breathing. Wizardmon managed to snap out of his stupor and took Tailmon in his arms, patting her back and whispering soothing words into her ear. Tailmon took a very deep breath, then stared at Patamon, who blushed slightly from the intensity of her gaze.
"How?" Koushiro, knowing that his time had come, opened up his laptop and gestured for everyone to sit down.
"Now, it all started when-" DING DONG! A collective sigh rolled through the room as Miss Kamiya chuckled and answered the door. A small bustle of activity later, and Jun entered with Taichi hugging her arm. Taichi had been her boyfriend as of late, a decision that many thought had stemmed from a need by both for revenge on Yamato and Sora's relationship. Surprise surprise, however, that the two seemed made for eachother as they had exchanged the flaunting cover for a jealosy-inspired conspiracy for true love.
"Ohayo all! Who's the new kid?" Koushiro opened his laptop again as Patamon cleared her throat, and with two small nods, related their tale. Every detail was fused into the minds of all present, with Koushiro giving the scientific explanations to all of Patamon's basic storytelling. Both subconciously agreed to gloss over the event on Kabuterrimon's back while they were in transit back home.
"Oh WOW! That's amazing! I can't beleive it!" Jun's estatic declarations summoned a storm of sweatdrops for most within hearing range. Taichi merely smiled dreamily at one of the things he loved about Jun. Jun stopped suddenly, then looked thoughtful. She then snapped her fingers, and pulled Patamon to her feet. She gave her newest 'girlfriend', as she put it, a huge bear hug before taking her hand. Patamon was a bit anxious about the look present in Jun's eyes.
"Patamon, as you're technically a permanent human girl now, you need the smarts! You require style and know-how! But, most of all, you obviously require clothes," stated Jun, gesturing towards the thin blanket that was starting to wear on Patamon's body. She blushed as a nose bleed appeared in Koushiro and Takeru, just before Jun started herding her into Hikari's room.
"Hikari! We must operate!" Declared Jun with a mellow dramatic flair. Hikari grinned as the two young women exchanged winks and evil smiles, making Patamon take on the expression of a lamb being led to slaughter.
"Uh, no girls, really! I don't need help! I like my blanket! Besides, er, I have to walk the goldfish or something-" Patamon's rather pathetic protest was silenced as the other girls grasped her tightly and dragged her into the bedroom.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Screamed Patamon , Tailmon smirking as she scampered in behind them as the door shut. All the males in the room sweatdropped, and tried very hard not to imagine what horrors of beauty and fashion Patamon was now experiencing. Miss Kamiya pulled out another plate of cookies, this time chocolate chip. She set them on the counter with five glasses of milk.
"Anyone want my "Post Beauty Salon" cookie platter?" She asked sweetly.
*****
It had been two hours since Patamon was dragged into the "operating room". Wizardmon, Taichi, Takeru, Tentomon and Koushiro were all bored stiff, having watched Dragon Ball Z reruns for some sort of mental sustenance. They were settling into watching Freiza getting a good ass whooping by Mirai Trunks when-
DING DONG!
"I'll get it!" Said Taichi, heading for the door. A few minutes later...
"Movie night!" Came the declaration from the rest of the DDs as they entered. Miyako was already on a sugar rush and babbling at high speed to a distressed Daisuke, Ken and Wormon settled into eating snacks along with most of the Digimon, Yamato and Sora snuggled as they assumed their TV veiwing position, and Iori merely walked in, still a bit awkward.
You see, Iori had undergone a growth spurt, testosterone increasing his height, build and strength to that of Yamato. It had also turned him into something of a hottie, his hair long and silky, giving him the look of a sensitive guy. Dreams were filled with him by girls five years his senior, which is why his quiet disposition had been retained.
"I've got Tenchi in Love, Endless Waltz, Princess Monoke, and Akira. Let's pop em' in!" Biyomon grabbed Endless Waltz, drooling momentarily over Duo Maxwell before Palmon rolled her eyes and put it in the VCR, though she too was wooed by the debonaire pilot of Deathscythe Hell. The rest of the Digi Destined sat on the floor or furniture, even while Taichi and Koushiro attempted to break it up.
"Guys, this isn't a good night. You see, um, Patamon's not quite-"
"Not quite what, Tai?" Asked Sora. Taichi tapped his fingers together nervously, while Koushiro cleared his throat. He tapped his finger on the laptop, which was quite effective in gaining attention from the group.
"What is it Izzy, huh huh huh huh? What is it?!" Miyako's sugar rush made Koushiro wince mildly. He wiped his brow, coughed, then took a deep breath.
"Patamon, yesterday, was carried by numerous cross currents across the jet stream into Indo-China, whereupon he happened to come in contact with a metagenic solution resulting in a complete genetic catalyst for evolution into a parallel species."
The group collectively blinked.
"Which means, what exactly?" Asked Daisuke. Koushiro sighed in exasperation.
"It means that he is now a she! And a she-"
"Human," interrupted Patamon from behind Koushiro. Koushiro blinked as the entire group looked around him.
And gaped.
Standing there, in a blue dress that stopped at about mid-thigh, stood Patamon. Her skin was clear and pearl-like, not a sickly kind of pale at all. Her hair, still in the form of her previous body's ears, was nevertheless silky soft and elegant, with definite bounce and volume. She had on a small amount of make-up, only enough to accent her heart-shaped face, but the subtleness made her that much more beautiful. Her neck was adorned with a simple silver chain with a small gem matched to her eyes. Blue before, they sparkled even brighter than sapphires. She smiled nervously as she fidgeted a little, feeling the gazes of everyone in the room.
All were astonished, but the males in the room even more so than usual. Not a jaw was closed among them.
"Um, well," said Patamon with a slight stutter,"why don't we continue?" There were a number of vigerous nods throughout the room, as Jun and Hikari smirked to the sides of Patamon in a Charlie's Angels-like pose.
"Um, where can I sit?" Patamon inquired timidly. At once there were offers all around.
"How about here?" Asked Daisuke, still amazed as he patted the spot next to him.
"No, no, really now, why not here?" Offered Iori on the couch.
Takeru sighed, and rolled his eyes. Patamon, though in this form, was still his best friend, and thus he took her gently by the arm and led her to the second couch, setting her there as he too sat, wrapping an arm protectively around Hikari. Hikari sighed happily as she snuggled into Takeru's side, as Patamon tried to stay erect.
Jun took her seat next to Taichi as the two commenced a cuddlefest, while Sora and Yamato were content to hold eachother. Koushiro picked up the remote as he switched off the lights, and with a BLIP! activiated the TV, commencing the movie.
"Oh great," moaned Jun,"we forgot the munchies!" Daisuke shot up, pulling Iori and Ken with him.
"We'll get them!" He said cheerfully as he dragged Iori and Ken with him, both secretly oggling Patamon in the dim light of the TV. Koushiro also accompanied them, having a feeling that this had more to it than snacking materials.
Once within the confines of the kitchen, Daisuke pulled all of them into a conspiratory huddle, grinning like a love-sick school boy.
"Man, Patamon is HOT!" He started out. There were vigerous nods all around as Daisuke smirked.
"She is a creature of beauty," sighed Iori, smiling in a slightly dazed fashion.
"She's incredible," breathed Ken.
"She cuddled with me on the flight here," smirked Koushiro. The other three stared at him in astonishment.
"Believe me, she did," swore Koushiro,"by Einstein's beard." Daisuke's jealous face slipped into place, but was set aside.
"Probably only a warmth technique," rebuffed Daisuke,"as she's going with me!"
"Bull, Motomiya," argued Ken,"I will ask her out and leave you three in the dust!"
"Never! I've actually found a use for this growth spurt, and I'm not letting it get away!" Declared Iori. Iori, Daisuke and Ken began growling at eachother, tempers beginning to flare. Koushiro rolled his eyes.
"Oh please," he stated,"you're acting like immature brats. She hasn't expressed any interest in any of you."
"Oh, and you have?" Koushiro glowered, then sighed as the others did the same.
"Why are we getting so worked up over her?" Mused Daisuke.
"She's attractive, and we've all seen her-er, when she was a him, to be courageous and wonderful. We're attracted to that, I'm guessing," said Ken, looking at his cohorts all around.
"Well, why not a little wager?" Asked Daisuke with a small smirk,"Whoever gets her first, i.e. as a girlfriend, wins whatever he wants from the other three." The others all looked thoughtful. And they say I'm dumb, thought Daisuke in glee.
"Intriguing."
"Fascinating."
"Comprehensible." Everyone looked at Ken, who shrugged.
"What?" Daisuke continued his smirk.
"Then we're agreed? Whoever gets her as their girlfriend, nice and steady, wins absolute servitude from the others, right?" THe others nodded vigrously.
"Then may the best man win,"uttered Koushiro.
"HEY! Hurry up with those snacks! The Gundams aren't getting any younger!" The foru all scrambled in a mad dash, bumping into eachother as the groped for the items in question, each smiling in soon-to-be triumph.
******
R&R, please! And, check out the third chapter on Taro MD's side! In the reveiws, feel free to vote for whom you think Patamon should go with, though I'm still turning this into a Pata/TK/Kari triangle with the guys trying to woo from outside.
Gotta go! Ja ne!
Chapter 2
(on this end, anyway)
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Digimon or Ranma 1/2.
***
The rushing wind sent chills down Patamon's back, shivering atop Kabuterrimon as the mighty insect Digimon flew through the air, his horn splitting the clouds above him. Patamon drew her blanket closer around her, but it did little good. The blanket was wet from the springs, and it's icy moisture was like sandpaper being violently rubbed across her alabaster skin. She looked up in her misery at Takeru and Hikari holding eachother for warmth, both not as much as a shiver running down their backs. She was tempted to crawl across Kabuterrimon's exoskeleton and try and share the heat for comfort, but she suddenly remembered that her... Transformation was still new for both Hikari and Takeru.
Thus, the overly-sensitive Digi-girl huddled on Kabuterrimon's back, utterly misrable.
Koushiro, also lacking any kind of heat exchange, shivered as he typed on his laptop, occasionally making a comment to Kabuterrimon about their course and speed. He sighed heavily, then noticed that Patamon was in much the same predicament. Deciding to cut his buried in the computer act, he carefully scooted over and wrapped an arm around the girl. She stared at him with her ice blue eyes.
'GAH! Don't think about ice right now,' Koushiro scolded himself.
"I, erm, couldn't help but notice how cold you were," he said simply. Patamon nodded, then pushed her lithe body as close as she could to Koushiro's. Koushiro was suddenly very happy his cheeks were wind burned-It hid his blush. Patamon sighed as she wrapped her arms around the young computer genius's neck, making him feel quite warm despite his obvious discomfort.
That had been his aim, after all.
"Well, might as well get the most out of our metabolisms," muttered Koushiro as he wrapped his arms around Patamon's waist. She smiled as she snuggled into Koushiro's chest, murmuring a thankyou. Koushiro couldn't help but admire the beauty of Patamon's new form. Her skin was smooth and flawless, the contact point between her epidermis and his heating up unearthly fast. Her hair was silky and held an unusual comfort within it's locks. Though inexperienced in matters pertaining to romance and the like, Koushiro felt drawn to her. He ran his fingers lightly over her head, enjoying the softness of her hair. She muttered something, then looked up into Koushiro's eyes.
"Koushiro?" Koushiro froze, lost in Patamon's confused eyes. He couldn't help it as his face instinctively closed the gap between them.
"Koushiro? Izzy, what is it?" Upon hearing his nickname, Koushiro snapped out of his trance, a mere inch or so from making personal contact with Patamon's lips. Her inviting, absolutely sexy lips parted slightly...
'NO! Cease this at once!' His logic kicking in, Koushiro quickly muttered an apology as he pulled back, setting his head upon hers in a very parental fashion, closing his eyes and attempting to fall asleep. Patamon was extremely confused, to say the least. She had, in her original form, watched daytime TV while Takeru was at school, and some of the more, shall we say, drawn together characters had had such an event occuring. Of course, it was usually slowed down thanks to post-editing work for dramatic emphasis, and ended with the two kissing deeply-
"Koushiro?" Patamon murmured, giggling despite herself. Koushiro had feelings for her? Well, that was what all the couples on the soaps said before launching into a tongue war. Patamon wasn't disturbed at all about such feelinggs. In the Digital World, relationships between two males, two females and siblings were all perfectly alright, unlike here in the human world. She'd actually been attracted to a few of the DDs, Izzy included. And now, in a mode where such things might be possible in this judgemental human world...
"I'm might learn to enjoy this form," she muttered as she snuggled deeper into Koushiro's chest.
*****
"ARGH! This'll never do!" Tailmon tossed the picture away onto an ever growing pile of placards illustrating various wedding dresses. The wedding planner, a small Bakemon, grinned nervously as the cat Digimon sighed in exhaustion.
"I can't believe it! I've looked through the entire catalogue, and not one of them suits me at all! Haven't you any others?" Moaned Tailmon, covering her eyes tiredly, pressing her face to the table. The Bakemon rummaged about in his breifcase, but also sighed, taking an exasperated expression as well.
"No ma'am. I'm truly sorry, Miss Tailmon. I've given you 999 different styles of wedding dress, from over 100 designer lables, and you've hated them all. Perhaps, you'd like a custom created version?" Tailmon looked up, a placard stuck to her face. She pulled it off, and stared at it.
"I don't think I've seen this one," she said, cocking her head. The Bakemon floated to behind Tailmon and examined it.
"Oh my, I guess I had 1,000 placards in there," said the Bakemon, blushing in embarrassment. Tailmon smiled thoughfully, then pointed at the placard with her claw.
"This one will do nicely, thank you." The Bakemon bowed, then hurriedly picked up all the placards and deposited them in his briefcase, which somehow held such a large amount of paper quite easily. Picking up his black fedora, the Bakemon bowed again, floating out the door of the small apartment. Just after him, Miss Kamiya entered with her arms full of groceries, staring after the small ghost muttering to himself about picky felines.
Miss Kamiya had grown used to the strange assortment of entities and creatures coming through her door and windows ever since the BailMyotismon incident, but the added hecticness of preparing a wedding for two Digimon was weighing heavily on her. Still, when she'd finally met Tailmon for the first time, they had become good friends, often sharing tea in the mornings as both were early risers.
Tailmon dragged herself to the kitchen counter, moaning in pain.
"Ugh... Headache." Miss Kamiya chuckled lightly as she pulled out the industrial-sized bottle of aspirin from the cabinet. She handed it to Tailmon, who groaned a thank you as she downed a pill or two.
"So, decide on a dress yet?" Asked Miss Kamiya. Tailmon winced, then nodded.
"Ow. I can't believe something so simple-sounding as a wedding is so complicated. How the hell do you humans actually put together your bonds with all this ceremony?" Miss Kamiya shrugged, pulling out some carrots and dicing them neatly.
"I'm not sure. I guess it's more the preparation for the wedding that seals the deal, not the actual ceremony itself. You and your partner endure all this hardship to either strengthen your relationship and make you closer, or drive you apart so that you don't end up making a terrible mistake. Besides, I doubt you'd want to get married in Vegas, right?" Tailmon cringed at the mention of that unholiest of places, then nodded weakly.
"Yes, I suppose so." A slight breeze caught Tailmon's attention, and she smiled.
"Hello, dear." Wiardmon sighed audibly as he floated out of the shadows, wrapping Tailmon in a warm embrace.
"How is it that I can evade detection by the Dark Masters themselves, but get caught by my own fiancee?" Tailmon gave him a peck on the cheek. Well, what was exposed that is.
"You just answered your own question," she purred, hugging her beloved closely. Wizardmon sighed happily, as Miss Kamiya smiled as the warmth and joy of the moment filled the room with it's splendor...
DING DONG! Tailmon and Wizardmon groaned simultaneously, the moment spoiled. Miss Kamiya shook her head in bemusement as she walked to the front door and opened it. She blinked at her daughter, her friends Takeru and Koushiro, the flying beetle Digimon known as Tentomon, and a black-haired girl she didn't recognize, dressed only in a blue blanket.
"Uh, hi Mom. How are you?" Miss Kamiya sighed and gave her youngest a big hug. She turned back in, the unspoken invitation answered as the weary travelers walked in behind her. Miss Kamiya pulled out a batch of oatmeal cookies her children had begged her to make word by word in the cookbook, and set them on the counter. Tentomon plunged into the snack headfirst, munching away.
"Mmmmm! Oh yes! These are so good!" Cried Tentomon as he gorged himself on the fiberous treats. Fast as her Lightening Paw attack, Tailmon grabbed a few cookies and handed them out to the other children, pausing in confusion at the black-haired girl.
"Um, I don't believe we've met?" The girl sighed.
"Actually, we have, Tailmon. It's me."
"Me who? I know many mes indeed..." The girl rolled her eyes at Tailmon's bad joke, while Wizardmon smirked to himself.
"She's-Er, well was, Patamon, at least physically," said Koushiro in a tone like he was discussing a mundane subject like phosphate mines. Tailmon nodded, smiled, then handed Patamon a cookie.
A nanosecond later...
"NANI?!! PATAMON?!!" Tailmon's eyes nearly exploded from her sockets, while Wizardmon fell off the counter in shock. Patamon smiled nervously, waving slightly at Tailmon, who appeared to be having convulsions.
"B-B-But h-h-h-how? T-t-t-t-t-t-t-!!!" Tailmon stuttered out, unable to form coherent sentences. The rest of the group sweatdropped heavily as Tailmon had trouble breathing. Wizardmon managed to snap out of his stupor and took Tailmon in his arms, patting her back and whispering soothing words into her ear. Tailmon took a very deep breath, then stared at Patamon, who blushed slightly from the intensity of her gaze.
"How?" Koushiro, knowing that his time had come, opened up his laptop and gestured for everyone to sit down.
"Now, it all started when-" DING DONG! A collective sigh rolled through the room as Miss Kamiya chuckled and answered the door. A small bustle of activity later, and Jun entered with Taichi hugging her arm. Taichi had been her boyfriend as of late, a decision that many thought had stemmed from a need by both for revenge on Yamato and Sora's relationship. Surprise surprise, however, that the two seemed made for eachother as they had exchanged the flaunting cover for a jealosy-inspired conspiracy for true love.
"Ohayo all! Who's the new kid?" Koushiro opened his laptop again as Patamon cleared her throat, and with two small nods, related their tale. Every detail was fused into the minds of all present, with Koushiro giving the scientific explanations to all of Patamon's basic storytelling. Both subconciously agreed to gloss over the event on Kabuterrimon's back while they were in transit back home.
"Oh WOW! That's amazing! I can't beleive it!" Jun's estatic declarations summoned a storm of sweatdrops for most within hearing range. Taichi merely smiled dreamily at one of the things he loved about Jun. Jun stopped suddenly, then looked thoughtful. She then snapped her fingers, and pulled Patamon to her feet. She gave her newest 'girlfriend', as she put it, a huge bear hug before taking her hand. Patamon was a bit anxious about the look present in Jun's eyes.
"Patamon, as you're technically a permanent human girl now, you need the smarts! You require style and know-how! But, most of all, you obviously require clothes," stated Jun, gesturing towards the thin blanket that was starting to wear on Patamon's body. She blushed as a nose bleed appeared in Koushiro and Takeru, just before Jun started herding her into Hikari's room.
"Hikari! We must operate!" Declared Jun with a mellow dramatic flair. Hikari grinned as the two young women exchanged winks and evil smiles, making Patamon take on the expression of a lamb being led to slaughter.
"Uh, no girls, really! I don't need help! I like my blanket! Besides, er, I have to walk the goldfish or something-" Patamon's rather pathetic protest was silenced as the other girls grasped her tightly and dragged her into the bedroom.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Screamed Patamon , Tailmon smirking as she scampered in behind them as the door shut. All the males in the room sweatdropped, and tried very hard not to imagine what horrors of beauty and fashion Patamon was now experiencing. Miss Kamiya pulled out another plate of cookies, this time chocolate chip. She set them on the counter with five glasses of milk.
"Anyone want my "Post Beauty Salon" cookie platter?" She asked sweetly.
*****
It had been two hours since Patamon was dragged into the "operating room". Wizardmon, Taichi, Takeru, Tentomon and Koushiro were all bored stiff, having watched Dragon Ball Z reruns for some sort of mental sustenance. They were settling into watching Freiza getting a good ass whooping by Mirai Trunks when-
DING DONG!
"I'll get it!" Said Taichi, heading for the door. A few minutes later...
"Movie night!" Came the declaration from the rest of the DDs as they entered. Miyako was already on a sugar rush and babbling at high speed to a distressed Daisuke, Ken and Wormon settled into eating snacks along with most of the Digimon, Yamato and Sora snuggled as they assumed their TV veiwing position, and Iori merely walked in, still a bit awkward.
You see, Iori had undergone a growth spurt, testosterone increasing his height, build and strength to that of Yamato. It had also turned him into something of a hottie, his hair long and silky, giving him the look of a sensitive guy. Dreams were filled with him by girls five years his senior, which is why his quiet disposition had been retained.
"I've got Tenchi in Love, Endless Waltz, Princess Monoke, and Akira. Let's pop em' in!" Biyomon grabbed Endless Waltz, drooling momentarily over Duo Maxwell before Palmon rolled her eyes and put it in the VCR, though she too was wooed by the debonaire pilot of Deathscythe Hell. The rest of the Digi Destined sat on the floor or furniture, even while Taichi and Koushiro attempted to break it up.
"Guys, this isn't a good night. You see, um, Patamon's not quite-"
"Not quite what, Tai?" Asked Sora. Taichi tapped his fingers together nervously, while Koushiro cleared his throat. He tapped his finger on the laptop, which was quite effective in gaining attention from the group.
"What is it Izzy, huh huh huh huh? What is it?!" Miyako's sugar rush made Koushiro wince mildly. He wiped his brow, coughed, then took a deep breath.
"Patamon, yesterday, was carried by numerous cross currents across the jet stream into Indo-China, whereupon he happened to come in contact with a metagenic solution resulting in a complete genetic catalyst for evolution into a parallel species."
The group collectively blinked.
"Which means, what exactly?" Asked Daisuke. Koushiro sighed in exasperation.
"It means that he is now a she! And a she-"
"Human," interrupted Patamon from behind Koushiro. Koushiro blinked as the entire group looked around him.
And gaped.
Standing there, in a blue dress that stopped at about mid-thigh, stood Patamon. Her skin was clear and pearl-like, not a sickly kind of pale at all. Her hair, still in the form of her previous body's ears, was nevertheless silky soft and elegant, with definite bounce and volume. She had on a small amount of make-up, only enough to accent her heart-shaped face, but the subtleness made her that much more beautiful. Her neck was adorned with a simple silver chain with a small gem matched to her eyes. Blue before, they sparkled even brighter than sapphires. She smiled nervously as she fidgeted a little, feeling the gazes of everyone in the room.
All were astonished, but the males in the room even more so than usual. Not a jaw was closed among them.
"Um, well," said Patamon with a slight stutter,"why don't we continue?" There were a number of vigerous nods throughout the room, as Jun and Hikari smirked to the sides of Patamon in a Charlie's Angels-like pose.
"Um, where can I sit?" Patamon inquired timidly. At once there were offers all around.
"How about here?" Asked Daisuke, still amazed as he patted the spot next to him.
"No, no, really now, why not here?" Offered Iori on the couch.
Takeru sighed, and rolled his eyes. Patamon, though in this form, was still his best friend, and thus he took her gently by the arm and led her to the second couch, setting her there as he too sat, wrapping an arm protectively around Hikari. Hikari sighed happily as she snuggled into Takeru's side, as Patamon tried to stay erect.
Jun took her seat next to Taichi as the two commenced a cuddlefest, while Sora and Yamato were content to hold eachother. Koushiro picked up the remote as he switched off the lights, and with a BLIP! activiated the TV, commencing the movie.
"Oh great," moaned Jun,"we forgot the munchies!" Daisuke shot up, pulling Iori and Ken with him.
"We'll get them!" He said cheerfully as he dragged Iori and Ken with him, both secretly oggling Patamon in the dim light of the TV. Koushiro also accompanied them, having a feeling that this had more to it than snacking materials.
Once within the confines of the kitchen, Daisuke pulled all of them into a conspiratory huddle, grinning like a love-sick school boy.
"Man, Patamon is HOT!" He started out. There were vigerous nods all around as Daisuke smirked.
"She is a creature of beauty," sighed Iori, smiling in a slightly dazed fashion.
"She's incredible," breathed Ken.
"She cuddled with me on the flight here," smirked Koushiro. The other three stared at him in astonishment.
"Believe me, she did," swore Koushiro,"by Einstein's beard." Daisuke's jealous face slipped into place, but was set aside.
"Probably only a warmth technique," rebuffed Daisuke,"as she's going with me!"
"Bull, Motomiya," argued Ken,"I will ask her out and leave you three in the dust!"
"Never! I've actually found a use for this growth spurt, and I'm not letting it get away!" Declared Iori. Iori, Daisuke and Ken began growling at eachother, tempers beginning to flare. Koushiro rolled his eyes.
"Oh please," he stated,"you're acting like immature brats. She hasn't expressed any interest in any of you."
"Oh, and you have?" Koushiro glowered, then sighed as the others did the same.
"Why are we getting so worked up over her?" Mused Daisuke.
"She's attractive, and we've all seen her-er, when she was a him, to be courageous and wonderful. We're attracted to that, I'm guessing," said Ken, looking at his cohorts all around.
"Well, why not a little wager?" Asked Daisuke with a small smirk,"Whoever gets her first, i.e. as a girlfriend, wins whatever he wants from the other three." The others all looked thoughtful. And they say I'm dumb, thought Daisuke in glee.
"Intriguing."
"Fascinating."
"Comprehensible." Everyone looked at Ken, who shrugged.
"What?" Daisuke continued his smirk.
"Then we're agreed? Whoever gets her as their girlfriend, nice and steady, wins absolute servitude from the others, right?" THe others nodded vigrously.
"Then may the best man win,"uttered Koushiro.
"HEY! Hurry up with those snacks! The Gundams aren't getting any younger!" The foru all scrambled in a mad dash, bumping into eachother as the groped for the items in question, each smiling in soon-to-be triumph.
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R&R, please! And, check out the third chapter on Taro MD's side! In the reveiws, feel free to vote for whom you think Patamon should go with, though I'm still turning this into a Pata/TK/Kari triangle with the guys trying to woo from outside.
Gotta go! Ja ne!