Fluffy: I'm..writing a story for this account...contributing..eh..o.o; anyways.
This is Digimon!
Yamato: FluffMistress doesn't own Digimon.
Takeru: Enjoy reading!
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"Takeru, time to come in! It's late!"
"Coming, mama!" Takeru stood, carrying a few stuffed toys with him. As he entered the house, Natsuko shut the door behind him.
"Go brush your teeth, okay? I'll be in to tuck you in in a few minutes." Takeru did as he was told, going to put the animals away and brush his teeth. As he was brushing his teeth, a small frown came upon his face. He noticed, now that he was 6, he realized something. He got down from the stool, going out to his room and sitting on the bed. As Natsuko came in, she frowned.
"Is anything wrong, Takeru?" She asked, noticing the slightly sad and regretful look on his face. She set the laundry basket down, before going over to the bed and sitting next to him.
"I..I won't have my imagination forever, will I? I'm scared...What if I still have it, but I'm not allowed to use it? Does Yamato still have his?" Takeru asked. Natsuko paused, then smiled. She stood, disappearing out of the room. A moment later she returned, phone in hand.
"Well, why don't we just call him and ask him, shall we?" Natsuko handed the phone over to Takeru after dialing the number. It rang three times, before a voice picked up.
"Hello?" The high, not-yet-even-starting-to-mature voice of Yamato spoke.
"'Nii-Chan..?"
"Takeru..? What's wrong?" Yamato asked. His voice held concern at his little brother's tone.
"I..Mom and me were talking about something..." Takeru said with an unreadable edge in his voice.
"Yes..?" Yamato made that tone that said, 'go on...?'
"Well..have you ever wondered if you wouldn't be able to use your imagination when you get older?" Takeru asked. For some odd reason, Yamato started laughing.
"What:? What'd I say?" Takeru asked. He didn't see what was funny with all of this. So, why was Yamato laughing?
"Heh, Takeru, you'll always have your imagination! No matter what! It all depends on how and when you use it! You may not even wanna use it when you get old like mama and daddy." He said. Natsuko scoffed at Yamato's words. Luckily, though, Masaharu was not home to hear Yamato's little 'slip'.
"Huh? Mama's not old..."
"Haha, my bad Takeru. Now, why don't you tell mama I love her, Kay? You should be in bed by now, Takeru-Chan."
"Oh..okay..Bye Yamato.."
"Bye Takeru."
Takeru hung up, handing the phone back to his mother.
"You okay now?" Natsuko asked as Takeru clambered under the blanket.
"Yeah! 'Nii-San made me feel better!"
"Alright, then, Takeru. I think you'll be better now, so get some rest. It's no use being scared of losing your imagination, when you have such a short time before you don't want to use it anymore; just...be yourself. That's all I ask of you, my son."
"Pinky promise?" Takeru pulled his pinky finger out.
"Pinky promise."