A/N: what's with Takeru and Hitomi you ask?
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The next morning, after another quick breakfast, Mimi did come over, with the very detailed instructions on how to apply make-up, and after about twenty minutes of fiddling around, detailed instructions on how to do her hair. Happily, Hikari accepted these and studied them closely until they were memorized before going downstairs.
Of her before five days, she only had three left. Three days to learn how to dance. After a swift lunch, Hikari went back upstairs into Taichi's room (he was out) and surfed the net (Google knows everything!) on how to dance. Shockingly enough, this was done rather neatly and much less more messy then before. As in, she thought she might pass as a dancer if she kept this up!
But it was only one site, and the rest of the pages were booted off due to some sort of filter Taichi had put on the computer. Weird. Hikari erased her tracks in the history and cookie files, then shut down the computer, went downstairs, and sighed.
This was a BIG problem. Not only did she not have a date by now, but she still couldn't dance. Could one learn how to dance in just three days? God, she hoped so. After a while of biting her nails, Hikari suddenly thought; "Gatomon!"
Gatomon knew quite a bit, and maybe she could dance too? It was well worth a shot.
So she left a note for Tai saying where she was and what she was doing, rebooted his computer, and within twenty minutes was in the Digital World.
Gatomon was a very good listener, and wonderfully sympathetic too.
"I'll ask around." Was what she said. And it was so comforting to Hikari. 'I'll ask around'. That's was her partner's way of saying, 'I'll find a way to teach how to dance whether it kills me or not'. It was so sweet.
"Thank you so much, Gatomon," she whispered. "You don't know how much this means to me."
"Sure I do," Gatomon said with a smile. "It's all you've been talking about, this dance thing. But there's a catch; I want to come and have complete control of your camera." Broadened smile; so cat-like. "I want to catch some pics of ya dancing and kissing and having the time of your life."
Hikari laughed. "Done deal, girl!"
"Okay! So, you'd better get back and practice your make-up, and I'll ask around." Gatomon's smile never faded; it was wise. Hikari loved her partner very, very much. "Pick me up on the night of the dance, okay? I bet you'll be pretty busy learning how to dance before then."
"I guess," Hikari aid, not an inch of doubt in her voice. "Hey, if anything pops up, call me, okay? You know, that thing with our D3s that Izzy showed us?"
"You bet!" Gatomon said. "Now get, you!"
Hikari laughed again, gave Gatomon another hug, then went back to the Human World. Gatomon watched the TV screen she had disappeared at closely for a few seconds, gave a cat-like sigh, then looked up determinedly.
"OI!" She roared. A few birdromon in the distance scattered. Gatomon blinked, then took off at a run.
As she ran, she mulled over the Digidestined in her mind. The only ones she'd trust Hikari with. It wasn't long until she came to a conclusion, and changed course abruptly.
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Gabumon was lazing around in the sun (like a cat might, Gatomon couldn't help but notice) and snacking on an occasional fish in a small stream nearby. Gatomon watched him for a moment, then leapt smoothly down from the tree she had been in.
"Gabumon!" she called. "Gabumon, can you do me a favor, please?"
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.
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The next morning, after another quick breakfast, Mimi did come over, with the very detailed instructions on how to apply make-up, and after about twenty minutes of fiddling around, detailed instructions on how to do her hair. Happily, Hikari accepted these and studied them closely until they were memorized before going downstairs.
Of her before five days, she only had three left. Three days to learn how to dance. After a swift lunch, Hikari went back upstairs into Taichi's room (he was out) and surfed the net (Google knows everything!) on how to dance. Shockingly enough, this was done rather neatly and much less more messy then before. As in, she thought she might pass as a dancer if she kept this up!
But it was only one site, and the rest of the pages were booted off due to some sort of filter Taichi had put on the computer. Weird. Hikari erased her tracks in the history and cookie files, then shut down the computer, went downstairs, and sighed.
This was a BIG problem. Not only did she not have a date by now, but she still couldn't dance. Could one learn how to dance in just three days? God, she hoped so. After a while of biting her nails, Hikari suddenly thought; "Gatomon!"
Gatomon knew quite a bit, and maybe she could dance too? It was well worth a shot.
So she left a note for Tai saying where she was and what she was doing, rebooted his computer, and within twenty minutes was in the Digital World.
Gatomon was a very good listener, and wonderfully sympathetic too.
"I'll ask around." Was what she said. And it was so comforting to Hikari. 'I'll ask around'. That's was her partner's way of saying, 'I'll find a way to teach how to dance whether it kills me or not'. It was so sweet.
"Thank you so much, Gatomon," she whispered. "You don't know how much this means to me."
"Sure I do," Gatomon said with a smile. "It's all you've been talking about, this dance thing. But there's a catch; I want to come and have complete control of your camera." Broadened smile; so cat-like. "I want to catch some pics of ya dancing and kissing and having the time of your life."
Hikari laughed. "Done deal, girl!"
"Okay! So, you'd better get back and practice your make-up, and I'll ask around." Gatomon's smile never faded; it was wise. Hikari loved her partner very, very much. "Pick me up on the night of the dance, okay? I bet you'll be pretty busy learning how to dance before then."
"I guess," Hikari aid, not an inch of doubt in her voice. "Hey, if anything pops up, call me, okay? You know, that thing with our D3s that Izzy showed us?"
"You bet!" Gatomon said. "Now get, you!"
Hikari laughed again, gave Gatomon another hug, then went back to the Human World. Gatomon watched the TV screen she had disappeared at closely for a few seconds, gave a cat-like sigh, then looked up determinedly.
"OI!" She roared. A few birdromon in the distance scattered. Gatomon blinked, then took off at a run.
As she ran, she mulled over the Digidestined in her mind. The only ones she'd trust Hikari with. It wasn't long until she came to a conclusion, and changed course abruptly.
.
Gabumon was lazing around in the sun (like a cat might, Gatomon couldn't help but notice) and snacking on an occasional fish in a small stream nearby. Gatomon watched him for a moment, then leapt smoothly down from the tree she had been in.
"Gabumon!" she called. "Gabumon, can you do me a favor, please?"
