A/N: Buenos dias, amigos! It is I, Tajeri Lynn once again, here now to deliver you out of boredom with the fourth installment of "Takato Wong"! Anyone who reviewed my fic from FFN will have the opportunity to read the continuation of the series while the site's in limbo. Extremo Luchadore will not keep the fans waiting. Why be struck down by FFN's problems when one such as I can deliver the entertainment to your home? So, here it is, Chapter 4 of "Takato Wong"!

Phase D: Brief Relax

Man. What a bad night that was. All that comfort of Asaji being my technical assistant was jarred by another panic attack of Yamaki's. And it didn't get any better. Riley walked across us with the whitest white I've ever known, something like an eerie hue of snow.

Janyuu Wong came to me bearing heavy problems. The government agents babysitting Hypnos were outraged that Yamaki had concealed his problem for so long. Within minutes of the incident, they gave Riley and us the big ultimatum; either we get the job done by the end of the quarter or Hypnos will be shut down for good. Gee, exactly what good can come out of that?

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"Hey, Henry," Takato shuffled a wandering hand over the bunch of disks in his casket.

"Hello, Takato," Henry sat on his bed, finally waking up at 9:30am. It was Henry's bedroom, and while the young Jenrya occupied this living space exclusively for himself, he also had the only home PC in the apartment. That occasionally meant Takato dabbled mornings in typing keys up and down. Henry didn't really have trouble while Takato was typing noisily. When he finished having cool dates with girls, the thrills had all the soporific he needed.

"HELLO, TAKATO!" screamed Terriermon in a tone that nearly blew an ear drum to heck.

"Yagh!" the resonant voice of Terriermon sent Takato careening off the wooden arm chair, his sock-laden feet twitching from landing brown hair-first.

"Terriermon, that wasn't terribly funny," Henry chided.

Terriermon smiled evilly. "Your receptions are becoming warm as ice, you know that? Lucky you got me around to spice up your life."

Henry pointed eyes up at the ceiling and sighed. "If that's what you call lucky, I don't want to know what's not!"

"Hew-wo, everybody," Susie arrived into the room. She sat next to Takato and queried in her womanly voice. "Takato, we're gonna bake that cake this morning, like you promised?"

"Cake? Did someone say cake?!" Terriermon popped up. "How long were you keeping this a secret, Takato?"

"It wasn't a secret to begin with, Terriermon. Didn't Henry tell you about it?" Takato eyed his stepbrother, having entrusted him with the duty.

"Pff! Why would he?" Terriermon glared, paws on his wee hips. "All Henry did yesterday was go out with Jeri. He didn't even get some!"

Susie opened her eyes. "Get some what? Cookies and cream? Nope, he didn't get any, that's for sho! Hee hee!"

"Mmmgh! I'm NOT going to get some until I get married, okay?" Henry bitterly replied. "And marriage can wait. College is more important." Henry went to the bathroom to get going with a 20-minute shave.

Terriermon watched his master depart hurriedly. "Sigh. Gone are the days when youth ran wild, huh, Takato?"

"I-don't think we ever saw those days, Terriermon…" Takato chuckled. "There…just save it to disk…and done! Okay, everybody, time to put your mittens on."

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"My mitts suck!" Terriermon bemoaned, as he tried pushing them in. Everyone had a proper niche in the kitchen. Usually, Takato led the way while it was up to the rest to set forth the necessary supplies for bakery heaven. Terriermon continued wrestling with his oven mitts. "Urr…Uhhh! They got shrunk the last time they were in the wash!"

"Terriermon, you don't wash those gloves everyday," Henry lectured again. "Not like anything in the cake's got food poisoning."

"Easy for you to say, health inspector! You took us to an oyster bar and we all got sick! And when I got on your bad side, you hit Jeri, who was right behind me! Yeesh, when you see red, you're always seeing the wrong person."


"Not anymore-!" Henry chased a screaming Terriermon outside of the kitchen.

That left Takato and Susie alone as the master and his digimon began destroying the room more so than nine cats.

"They're weally good friends, aren't they?" Susie smiled, feigning innocence to her older stepbro.

"I'll say," sighed Takato. "Thanks to their cooperation, that's four less hands for the both of us."

"Better make it two less hands! Open the window up, please, thank you!"

Susie ran toward the source of the melody. "Hey, it's Calumon!"

"Yep, Calumon…" Takato had been aware of Calumon's habits in the real world. Unlike Terriermon, Calumon was safe from many of Shinjuku's criminals, especially the Crazers. Being the freaky digimon fans that they were, the Crazers worshipped Calumon wherever they saw him, praising him as the deity of evolution that would help them fulfill their quest. Calumon didn't know whether their quest really was true, but he was glad that the Crazers kept offering him food, be it a candy bar or something fresh out of a fried chicken restaurant. But nothing did ever taste as scrumptious as Takato's legendary wares.

"Open up, open up, open up!" Calumon danced across the window. "Making more yummy yum treats, yes you are! Hmm hmm!"

Takato called from the oak kitchen table while Susie climbed herself to the window. "Hey, Calumon, since you love cake so much, why don't you help us make a cake you'd really like?"

"Hooray! I'm gonna bake a caake! I'm gonna bake a caake!" Calumon sang a reply.

Susie was more than happy to oblige when it came to opening the window for Calumon. Unlike Terriermon, Mr. Evo himself loved dressing pretty and going out into Susie's world of shopping malls, playgrounds and veggie-bistros. He came to the Wong apartment every weekend, well aware that by then his flat little nostrils would detect a whiff of something warm, sweet and fresh for the eating. Calumon was no doubt grateful that Takato had never strayed from bakery, even though it now became a hobby rather than a job. But in the mind of a digimon who simply savored Takato's wares, what indeed was the difference?

Riiiing!

"Ooh…The oven's done? I thought I was gonna bake a cake!" Calumon moaned, ears shrunk back to diminutive convenience.

"No, Calumon, that's not the oven. That's the phone!" Susie explained, pointing up to where a white phone was nailed to the wall beside the refrigerator.

"I'll get it!" Terriermon grabbed the receiver, hoping to observe an excuse from his million-dollar insult.

"No you're not!" Henry continued the merciless chase. Terriermon obviously ditched the phone for his life, and before running, captitalized on Henry's slip on the floor by raising double birds who began hopping up and down visibly. Henry seethed and dashed through the door, knocking a garbage can that went "kin-kang-kong!" as it was sent into the living room for the first time in 20 years.

"Argh, I'll get it!" an irate Takato resolutely grabbed the phone hung against the refrigerator's right plane. He set up a bag of unbleached flour, a rough cardboard carton of eggs, and a couple of measuring spoons chained together by a lone metal ring. Breathing a sigh of calm, Takato whipped the phone to his ear. "Yeah, hello?"

"Hello, Takato."

"Oh hi, Asaji," Takato spoke, resting the receiver carefully between his right cheek and his respective shoulder. "What's up? I mean, what's going on?"

"Don't worry, Takato. I know what's up. And what's up is that I need…um…a little warm up, of sorts….Preparation for the real world, you know?"

"Warm…Up? You don't mean…"

"A date, Takato. It's just that I haven't dated in so long, and I need someone familiar to get that old groove back again. Add to that, we can learn about our histories since the Shinjuku Shock. There's so much I'd like to know about my favorite, er, memorable student."

"Whoa, a date? Ah, gee, Asaji, you sure? You know, a date could be fine and…"

"A date? Oooh! Takato's got a goil-fwend!" Susie teased in that lisping tone again. The lisp was a favorite shrinking weapon of hers, as in shrinking egos.

"Takato, who's that?"

"That's Susie, my sister, sort of. We're at home, baking a cake."

"Don't forget about me!" Calumon spoke up. "Hello, strange little voice box! Are you a digimon? I'm baking a cake!"

"And that's Cally, my little brother," Takato groaned. He quickly squeezed a palm on the phone and called out, "Guys, start mixing the bowl of ingredients altogether! I'm busy talking to…my friend!"

A muffled giggle came from the other side. Takato blushed.

"Okay, Takato, I'm not going to waste your time. Feel free to do the baking again. Tonight at 8, the Shoma Cuisine, is it a date?"

"Yup, sure. See ya then. Guess I'm playing the teacher this time around, huh?"

"I know this stuff's your favorite subject. Bye, Mr. Matsuda," Asaji warmly bade farewell.

Click!

Takato sighed as he hung up. Matsuda was no longer supposed to be his name, and she still wasn't aware of that.

"Why is this spoon so flat?" Calumon held up a wooden baking spoon. "Putting the flour in the bowl's so hard."

Susie provided him a copper ladle, of which Calumon grabbed speedily and took to his own merry advantage. She had known much of the baking talents of Takato for the last decade. She looked back at Takato. "And I thought wittle Takato was afraid of cooties!"

"Uh, um, Susie, I'm not afraid of cooties. I thought you knew that since I started dating Rika."

actually she's just an old teacher. I mean she's kind of young, but I've known her for a long time," Takato replied. "Her name's Asaji. I bet you she jumped 10 years into the present, because she hasn't changed one teeny bit."

"Well, I sure haven't changed one bit," Calumon replied. "I'm still teeny-weeny."

"Only in terms of up and down," Takato chuckled. "You're growing right and left, Calumon. Keep eating my desserts and we're gonna need a bigger window for you."

"Weally big window! That's for sho'!"

 "Man, Asaji's like, one of the funniest teachers I ever knew. I remember how I once scared her by sneaking Kenta's hamster into her blouse, and man, she started jumping out of the classroom like Kazu left his firecrackers on the floor. Then the principal came and asked us why she was dancing in the hallway in her underwear, and next thing I knew, all of us ran over him to check her out. Oh gosh, the look on her face I'll never forget."

"Oh mon! What a cool story!" Terriermon said.

"That may be cool, but I'm not!" the piping red Henry continued running after him.

Terriermon screamed as if his mouth was his only dire weapon. "Yeah, then you suck, Henry! AAAH!!"

Takato grabbed the cake batter that Calumon handed upon his request. "Anyways, it's gonna be great meeting Asaji again. It's not really a date, Susie, just a little reunion, or something like that. She deserves to know where I've been in the past decade, what I've done. Too bad she lacks a sweet tooth. There's more than enough cake to go around for the rest of us."

"Don't worry!" said Calumon. "Just send the leftovers to my house! I was meaning to give you my map, Takato."

 "Uh, Calumon, this map shows your home to be in West Shinjuku Park."

"That's right. I made a tree house there, like the Swiss Army Robinson!"

"Wow!" said Susie. "Can we see your house after this?"

"Yeah, how bout after we eat our shares of the cake?" Takato slid up a blunt knife off the drawer. "Nami Asaji won't be for another 6 hours."

"Of course! You always make lots of yummy-yums for me. You're the best buddies I could ever have."

"Unlike me and Henry!" cried Terriermon, who managed a distance to huff and puff. "Someone call 9-1-1! He's acting like a gazelle in mating season!"

"Mating Season?! Terriermon!!!" Junks of flying pots and turned-over furniture threatened to turn the rest of the apartment room upside down.

"How long have they been playing tag?" a curious Calumon asked Susie.

Susie held an index finger to her chin in deep thought. "I don't know. An hour, maybe?"

"Hmm. Maybe they should play hide and seek."

Takato topped the batter with a basketful of strawberries. "Nah, Cally. Running around's good for them. About time they go on a diet."

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A/N: Everybody was worried that I had fallen flat and died. Well, fear not, luchadores, I am back and have given you this sneak preview, just in case you couldn't wait (and I know you couldn't…) Continue to post reviews and I will take them into consideration for the next few chapters! Adios, from Tajeri Lynn!