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Story 2

Searching for Pluto

Imperialdramon looked over the paper one more time. While Examon's penmanship skills left a lot to be desired, she could clearly see what was listed down here.

"Let me get this straight, you want to go to the human world… in order to find out what happened to one 'Sailor Pluto'. Is that correct?" the dragon spaceship digimon inquired as she set the paper down.

Examon nodded.

'You idiot.' the voice within them announced, unsure of how to even make sense of what their other part had decided was the best way to go about this. There had to be a bunch of reasons better for getting out of this job. But no, this idiot just had to go with the first thing that came to his mind. Better than writing something moronic like 'princesses' or 'candy'. How the hell had they become the one controlling the body to begin with? If they got their head stuck in a pickle jar, it would take them an entire day just to get unstuck. It was a fucking pickle jar. Even Crusadermon could get his head out. Even if said head was so far up Alphamon's unmentionables. Just the thought alone was too much to think about right now. No, he needed to just bide time till they passed over. Then the chance to break out of this prison would come and all would be right in the world. Or something like that.

"I don't see any reason why you couldn't go over." Imperialdramon continued, pulling a massive stamp and pad out. Inking her possibly oversized piece of wood, care is taken to actually stamp approval on the piece of paper. "Best of luck on your trip."

Examon nodded, exiting the makeshift hovel as he did so. So what if the other part of them didn't understand his reasoning for this? It was only a matter of time before they got pulled back there by their enemy. Better to do it on your own terms than that of Homeostasis.

"Let's go!" the dragon knight announced and headed to the far edge of the compound. Even with the storms and other weather patterns of the last couple years, the damage done by that crazy punching asshole. Did he really need to go that far? Couldn't it just be enough to punch the crystal once?

"I don't know… Maybe it would help if you actually didn't hyper fixate on writing fucking fanfiction about her." their other part announced, watching within as their vessel got to operating the Royal Knight-sized telephone booth. Quite a challenge when your wings make up 80% of your body in the horizontal direction and the actual body looks like a slender twig. "Just grab the dang phone."

Examon rolled his eyes and reached inside the booth. Spinning the dial around, he held the phone up to his head. The world began to spin around, the ruins of King Drasil fading out and the massive stretches of urban buildings taking its place.

"Thanks, idiot."

Examon's body shook about as cracks began to form. While he probably should've seen this coming from the get-go, it wasn't a huge deal in his mind. Now that he was free from the other part's influence, he could think about whatever he wanted to - Candy and getting back to his partner. But where exactly should he start? The city was massive and he was large. Well, he was no longer large or Examon for that matter. No, a little blue dracomon had taken his place, with a green one already heading off to parts unknown like the coward he was.

Letting out a deep breath, Dracomon got to walking. If he walked far enough, maybe something would come to him related to his partner. Heck, there was a chance that his human was walking about running errands. That would be a win-win in everyone's book. Except green Dracomon. He probably throw a tantrum about that. Even as Examon, they would do it constantly. Usually over the most meaningless things just for a reaction out of the other knights and anyone they were supposed to be helping. Maybe that was why he strived to be just like Sailor Pluto. Always helpful, even in the face of a possible temporal paradoxes and possible death. Sort of like the cardboard cut-out of her standing in the window of a store. A perfect place to start. Just needed to get insi-

As it turns out, getting inside means ripping the door right off its hinges. Setting it down beside the frame, he stepped on inside.

"Welcome to Anime World, could please not do the same level of destruction that you did to this door?" the cashier announced, trying his best to make out the little dragon digimon. Easier said than done while various popular anime songs blast out while overpriced anime baubles for all the mainstream anime. Yes, the main market is to the edgy teenagers. Fresh out of elementary school, but not quite have access to a level of disposable income that would permit them from getting the really nice stuff. Especially stuff like swords and ninja stars.

"Pluto." Dracomon announced and headed for the cut-out. Picking it up, this would be a cinch to get out of here and to his partner. A perfect plan if he had ever seen one. Actually working said plan to the letter, though? That remained to be seen. "Thank you!"

Heading for the doorframe, the little dragon digimon pulled the cut-out through. Or would've, if not for a hand picking up his tiny body. Looking up, he found himself looking at that of a familiar woman. Locks of green hair trailed to the waist, a pair of green eyes judging him. He had clearly messed up.

"Natalie?" Dracomon croaked, a sigh exiting the woman's lips. Hand pulling away from his body, time is taken to smooth out her blouse and pants. Both of which were covered in a mix of sawdust and wood shavings.

"What am I going to do with you?" Natalie remarked and looked to the discarded door. Propping it back up, her attention turned to the cashier. Scared out of his mind, they had taken to arming themself with a katana. Doesn't look like it cut butter, let alone a digimon. Even if said blade could, he was likely to be consumed by the little dragon digimon. "Sorry about that, Nick. If I had known this little guy would pop up, I would've grabbed him."

Nick's gaze swung back over to Dracomon and gulped. The katana was placed back on its stand, resheathed for good measure. Right next to the overly decorated shield hanging on the wall. Looks to be missing a sword. Probably sold to someone as single items rather than a set. An odd decision on the part of the store.

"Does that mean I'm off the hook for my missing woodwork assignment, Ms Blackwood?" Nick answered and got a look from the woman. Focusing on the cut-out, she got to moving it back to where it originally stood.

"No, you still need to complete your birdhouse. I will pay for the door once my paycheck comes in." Natalie remarked, focus returning to Dracomon. Setting him down, she grabbed hold of her partner's hand and pulled him outside. A million different thoughts surged through her head. Where could she even begin with the little guy? The moment after that weird bee lady captured everyone? He was one of the royal knights after all. They had to be sort of aware of what had happened. She would be very disappointed if he had been involved with the prior invasion.

"What happened to Pluto?" Dracomon answered, providing the answer to that question in his own unique way. Natalie took a deep breath.

"She died, so Sailor Moon did her magic stuff and she came back to life." Natalie answered, getting treated to a look from her partner. In retrospect, the answer was kind of obvious. Not that he really seemed to mind.

"Told you so." a voice added, Natalie and Dracomon turned around. A green dracomon was now staring the pair down. Nothing in the way of weapons, if one didn't count their fists. "See? You're just as much of a moron as I told you we-"

Natalie scooped the green dracomon up.

"We'll be having none of that language." the teacher remarked, letting out a deep breath after. Grading projects and writing lesson plans would have to wait. Right now, it was time to catch up. Maybe dole out a couple overdue punishments and figure out how much money it would cost to repair the door her partner broke. After that, maybe marathon Sailor Moon again. Yeah, that sounded quite nice.

Notes:

Having watched through Kizuna, I actually enjoyed it. Not perfect and definitely needed some breathing room, but a solid follow-up to Tri. Even if parts of it imply that Maki and Daigo were somehow unaware of *beep's* experiments, which doesn't make much sense.