Disclaimer-I don't own Digimon. Spoiler in chapter if you haven't watched the series before.
Dedication-These are rare, but I have to put this up. Dedicated to Pekkle...happy birthday.
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Find Out Your Reality
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If there was one thing she wouldn't tolerate in her house, it was a messy room. She had planned on cleaning Kouichi's room that day, anyway, along with Kouji's. Exactly what kind of zoo they had created, she had no idea.
Ms. Kimura held back a yawn, determined to finish cleaning before she did anything. First Kouji's, she thought absentmindedly, heading to her younger son's unofficial room. Opening the door, Tomoko sighed. Nothing that even hinted a mess.
She was impressed. Usually, Kouji's room was the mess she had to clean up. Kouichi's had scattered papers in one corner, a closet full of things she had no idea about and a desk cluttered with items he never bothered to clean up. "I'll dust Kouji's room later," Ms. Kimura murmured, shutting the door with a silent click.
Her gaze traveled to Kouichi's room, only a few yards away. A sigh escaped her. What she wouldn't do for sleep at the moment. Maybe I should just let Kouichi clean his room himself, she thought, taking a step forward and then stopping. That wouldn't do, and she knew it perfectly well. He deserved a break.
Smiling slightly, she walked over to his room and murmured, "How strange boys can be. I wonder why he went to Kako's...? Well, I always knew this would happen." For some odd reason, a familiar tune picked up in her head, and she could do all but ignore it. Ms. Kimura hummed softly, cracking open Kouichi's door and observing the mess that was his room.
Suppressing a laugh, Ms. Kimura walked into the room, placing her hands on her hips and observing the magnitude of the mess. She sighed and shook her head, bending down to pick up a paper that had fallen on the floor. "What's this?" Tomoko stood up straight, eyes widening as she examined the paper. Duskmon...? What is this? A game? Puzzled, she picked up several other papers that had been crumpled up and thrown onto the floor.
The once cheerful expression on her face darkened into a frown.
Someone cleared their throat. Ms. Kimura's eyes widened as she dropped the papers and turned around.
A grumpy Duskmon stood there, perfectly calm. "Uh...could you possibly tell me where Kouichi is...?"
The lady blinked once.
Duskmon stared.
Finally, Ms. Kimura shook her head. "I'm in some dream, am I right?" she guessed, feeling her forehead.
That works, Duskmon thought, nodding and affirming, "That's correct." Why make the moment more awkward than it should be?
"Very well, then. Um...whatever you are-"
He quickly interrupted, "Duskmon." If there was anything he hated, it was being called a thing or anything other than his name.
Ms. Kimura smiled, much to his surprise. "Very well, then, Duskmon. Would you help me clean the house for the time being?"
He had no choice but to comply.
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It was too much. He couldn't take it anymore. Kouichi jumped to his feet unable to bear the guilt of not going after the D-Tector. He shut his watering eyes, wondering exactly why they were watering. Am I that emotionally unstable right now? His brain was definitely in place, but the only guess Kouichi could make about his behavior was that pulling himself together had certain side effects.
Annoying side effects, he thought unhappily, stuffing his hands in his pocket and opening his eyes. The tears spilled out, annoying him further. All Kouichi could do was ignore the stares he got and head straight to his father's house.
The walk was a quiet one for the most part, though the beginning had been awkward. He had managed to stop the tears. Even though Kouichi knew the reason why this was happening, it still felt strange. To have two parts of him coming together...
And to know Duskmon only had days left.
Guilt pounded at Kouichi mercilessly. He kept walking, though, looking straight ahead. Minutes later, when he reached the house, the tears came back.
This time, they were no side effect. They were his own.
I feel like a baby, Kouichi thought, wiping his eyes and trying to keep calm. He didn't want to lose Duskmon. Half-heartedly, he brought out the key and opened the front door, removing his shoes and shutting the door as soon as he was inside. Quickly ascending the stairs to his brother's room, Kouichi wondered what he really wanted to do.
He could tell there was more in his mind, but having two clashing personalities fighting to become one inside of him, he could hardly tell what his other side was thinking. There wasn't a slightest hint of whether the intention was good or bad.
The climb up the stairs seemed slower than it was. It could have been because Kouichi had his mind on other matters that when he reached the door to Kouji's room, he spent minutes with his hand hovering over the doorknob, staring blankly at the door. Just as his hand was about to close around the doorknob, the door opened itself, revealing a bleary-eyed Kouji.
Startled, both brothers pointed at each other with their mouths open. "Y-you!" chorused the boys. A smile appeared on Kouji's face as he further opened the door. "Hah, so I could get you into the house more than once," he chuckled.
"Shush. It was for business," Kouichi grumbled, trying to not look happy as he stepped inside. He shot another look at his brother and frowned. The bandana was off, he had bed hair and Kouji's eyes-they were red. The frown deepened and Kouichi, trying not to sound suspicious, asked, "Were you crying?" Instead of a gentle inquiry, it came out as more of a demanding question.
Kouji winced and shrugged, looking away from his brother and returning to his desk. The older twin frowned and headed straight for the closet, wasting no time in dragging out all four boxes. He caught the attention of Kouji, who seemed grumpy now that his bandanas were being dragged out by his brother. He scowled, "Get your own bandanas!" That being said, Kouji didn't budge from his seat.
Sighing, Kouichi replied, "Business." He then proceeded to pick a box to open. Already, Kouichi had opened two boxes that had each carried a single D-Tector. He had no idea how his own D-Tector was conceived, but guessed that it didn't matter so long as he had his D-Tector. He had already opened the two to his right, but each box to his left he guessed held either bandanas or bandanas and the possibility of a D-Tector. It could have been that Duskmon had merely mentioned the D-Tector to get his mind off of things, further extending his white lie to everyone else.
He picked the closest box on his left and opened it.
Nothing.
Losing faith, Kouichi turned to the last box, wondering if he should open it. There were more things than that on his mind. Why was he doing this? Why couldn't Kouji be in his place? Was he being selfish for wishing so? But the question in his head that seemed the most significant was asking why this was happening. It made no sense for Lucemon to just up and appear four years later. He could wait a few generations and be at full power again for sure.
Was it for revenge?
Suddenly standing straight, Kouichi turned his gaze to his brother. Revenge? Revenge. Possibly the most informed of them all, Kouji was probably the only one who truly understood Lucemon's motives, if any.
With renewed hope surging through him, Kouichi opened the last box, smiling slightly at the green shine around the D-Tector. He grasped the green and white D-Tector, pocketing it quickly. The shine lingered a while longer before disappearing just as Kouji turned his head. Closing up the box, Kouichi carefully placed the boxes back in the closet and shut the door, leaning against it and folding his arms across his chest. Kouji rose an eyebrow before turning back to whatever he was working on, scribbling madly.
"Say, Kouji, why would Lucemon want to bug us now?" Kouichi inquired, pretending to examine the ceiling if Kouji chanced to turn around.
Kouji continued to work with his paper, muttering, "He wants revenge. We ruined his plans and even if he goes down trying, he wants to ruin us in the worst way possible." Stopping what he was doing, Kouji swiveled his chair around, leaning back and cocking his head to the side. "That's a good question, actually. Any other kid would have done the same. I think Lucemon has more incentive for revenge than meets the eye," the bandana-less boy said slowly, thinking about the facts himself.
The other twin was about to ask another question when Kouji suddenly shot up. "Oh shoot," the younger twin muttered, glancing at the clock. "I need to get home. Who knows what the heck is happening there."
The color drained from Kouichi's face. Of course, he had forgotten about yesterday night's events. Pushing off the door, he raced out of Kouji's room and nearly down the stairs when he remembered what happened last time he had done so. Gripping onto the handrail tightly, Kouichi zoomed down the stairs, waiting when Kouji called him to stop and quickly followed him to the first floor.
"Hurry up," Kouichi ushered impatiently as Kouji picked up his bandana that lay on his kendo bag. It took him a few seconds to put it on, but after much fumbling, the bandana boy was ready to go, kendo bag slung over his shoulder.
Kouichi threw the door open and raced out, not bothering to wait for Kouji who, burdened with a kendo bag, had to lock the door and race after his brother.
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"Duskmon, would you dust off the counter for me? Thank you."
Duskmon, the corrupted digimon of Darkness was reduced to dusting a house for the mother of the chosen warrior of Darkness in order to keep his identity safe. He let out a sigh and obliged, feeling slightly awkward. What would Lowemon say?
Agunimon and the others would laugh, he was certain.
"Mom, we're home!" Kouichi yelled, running in to find Duskmon dusting a lamp with a distasteful look on his face. "D-Duskmon...?"
Ms. Kimura turned to her sons with a bright smile on her face. "Kouichi, Kouji," she greeted the two boys, looking up from dusting the TV.
A snort flew out of Kouji's mouth. Immediately, he patted his brother on the back and whispered, "Good luck explaining." He quickly walked off, bursting into gales of laughter.
Noticing the look of growing anger on Duskmon's face, Kouichi let out a nervous laugh. It would take more work to explain this than he thought. Drawing a breath, he summoned up every ounce of courage he had and murmured, "Mom, I need to tell you something."
His breath hitched when she nodded and placed the duster down. "I know," she murmured softly.
How do I explain? This is too much, Kouichi thought, his heart breaking in two at the sight of his mother. "Y-you see, Duskmon is...uh...a digimon. And...a-and well, he's...kind of how I met Kouji," Kouichi started awkwardly.
She was silent, waiting for him to continue. There wasn't the slightest hint of emotion on her face. Tomoki was stolid. It made Kouichi wonder if she was the reason he could do that; she definitely could hold out longer than he could.
"It started a few years ago. Four...yeah. Uh...w-well, I was following Kouji because..." Kouichi stopped. Why had he been following Kouji? Was it because he had wanted the family together again, or was it for his own selfish reasons? He really didn't know. All he knew was that out of impulse, he had followed Kouji. The boy drew a breath and continued, "I followed Kouji, but I didn't really make it into the elevator in time, so I..." He reddened and mumbled the next part silently.
Duskmon covered up his laugh with a snort. "Brilliant, Kouichi," he commented, adding an applause.
The tinge of red still stayed on Kouichi's face. "And then Cherubimon somehow forced me to digivolve into Duskmon, and I had no control over Duskmon, so he did exactly what Cherubimon wanted him to do, which was murder-er...destroy-I mean...well, get rid of Kouji," Kouichi said quickly, noticing his mother's grip around the duster tightening dangerously. Even faster, he related the next few parts, "But Kouji managed to digivolve and beat Duskmon, so I was freed from Cherubimon's control, and then I think he was mad at me after I told him about you and our dad and the divorce and everything-then I got Lowemon and my D-Tector after fighting this sort of shadow of Cherubimon's. See, it's a cool D-Tector." Clumsily, Kouichi yanked his D-Tector out of his pocket, causing Tomoki's to fall to the floor. He winced, picking up the fallen D-Tector and laughing nervously. His heart was pounding in his chest as he showed his mother both. "S-see," stuttered the boy, "this one is Tomoki's and this one is mine."
Kouichi felt sick to his stomach. He felt like he had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar and ended up breaking it on accident. And to cover up his mistake, he had eaten all the cookies and saved two in his pocket. But it was obvious that he had done it-there were chocolate stains all over his mouth. He hadn't actually done that as a child, but the more the silence grew, the more he felt like he had.
Realizing he hadn't related the rest of the story, Kouichi stuffed the D-Tectors back in his pocket. "Oh, and Duskmon's good now, if you can call him good. H-he's disappearing...because...of some problems, so that's why he's visible and the others aren't. And I lost part of my fractal code, but I got it back and I can see them...all..." He grew nervous as his mother stepped towards him, growing closer by the second. Swallowing, Kouichi clenched his hands into fists, trying to inflict pain to himself by stomping on his left foot with his right foot so the tears at the corner of his eyes wouldn't spill.
Stopping in front of her son, Ms. Kimura sighed. In one smooth movement, she slapped Kouichi across the head, a small frown on her face. "I tell you to relax, and you worry. I tell you to not endanger yourself, and you do. You always do the opposite of what I tell you to, Kouichi, thinking that it'll make everything easier for me. Don't you know it only makes things worse?" she lectured him softly. "And please, if you're going to deal with the likes of..." Looking up at Duskmon, she rose an eyebrow and wondered how to term him.
"Duskmon," the digimon and Kouichi offered in unison.
Not really caring for the name, Ms. Kimura continued, "Yes, Duskmon. If you're going to deal with things like him, at least don't leave this world without my permission." A smile broke through her frown and she placed a hand on Kouichi's head, ruffling his hair affectionately. "And clean up your room. It's a mess," she added, disappearing into the kitchen.
Kouichi held back his tears as he turned around to Duskmon. "I...It worked," he mumbled, amazed. The digimon just shrugged, trying to hide his own excitement. But by some connection, Kouichi knew his exact feelings. "Oh come on, Duskmon," the boy laughed, "you're happy, too."
"Happy you didn't screw up," Duskmon retorted, folding his arms and looking away grumpily.
It didn't take long for Kouichi to really understand how Duskmon worked. Ashamed of his feelings, thinking it would cause all his strength to seep away, Duskmon hid his true self behind a hard shell of cold darkness. There was only one other person that Kouichi compare him to.
No wonder Kouji hates him so much.
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"Yes. Okay. B-but meet with him? Isn't that kind of soon?" Kouji slammed his hand down on the textbook in front of him. "It is soon! That's stupid! Don't threaten me with Biology homework! Argh...you're worse than Kako and Hideki combined! Yes, I know that's disgusting, but you misinterpreted it!" he snapped into the phone. There was loud laughing coming from the other side of the line. Positively irritated, Kouji hung up, muttering, "Why her?"
A knock on the door startled Kouji, causing him to push over a stack of papers onto the floor. He barely managed to stop their fall. "C-come in."
Kouichi walked in with a tired, but happy smile.
Stacking the papers back up on the desk, Kouji asked, "It worked?"
Falling down on his brother's bed, Kouichi chuckled, "Do I really need to say?" He sat up and noticed the phone. "Made a call?"
Kouji nodded. He didn't want to explain, but she had told him to. "Ms. Kawai...called for a digi-meeting today," he muttered with some difficulty.
"Where is it?"
"Kako's house."
The older boy froze. Shifting uncomfortably on the bed before standing up, he mumbled, "Oh. Um, so I have to go?" Eyes glued to the ground, Kouichi prayed he didn't.
Kouji rose an eyebrow. "You don't want to go to Kako's house? Why?" he asked, suddenly intrigued by Kouichi's sudden change in mood. Naturally, he would have thought that his brother would have loved to go over to the Sakai residence. It surprised him greatly that it was in fact the opposite.
Cheeks flushed a faint tint of red, Kouichi mumbled, "Well, her stepfather came home...and...um, so I wasn't very welcome there, you see. So you understand perfectly, right?" Kouichi put on a bright smile. "Just tell her I had some difficulty making it there because...uh...I...I got caught up talking to Saito in the bookstore or something!" he suggested instead.
Rolling his eyes, Kouji stood up and grabbed the back of his brother's green jacket, yanking him back in the room. "Aren't you forgetting something?" asked the bandana boy, voice icy.
"Forgetting something?" Kouichi repeated dumbly. A second later, his mouth hung open. Since when was he one to be so elusive, or clueless for that matter? Another sign of this whole mess, he thought, turning away from his brother and shutting his eyes. "Oh, yeah, um, give Tomoki his D-Tector for m-"
Angrily turning his brother around again, Kouji screamed, "YOU give it to him!" Amazed at his brother's sudden lack of control, Kouichi stared at the younger twin, blinking and awaiting an answer. Again, weaker than before, Kouji snapped, "You give it to him. You have to go, okay? I hate being the only one who actually understands. I can't take this alone. You have to go." He repeated himself again, twice more before Kouichi whacked his head. The younger twin scowled. "What was that for?" he snapped.
Kouichi hid a smirk. Taking out Tomoki's D-Tector, he replied, "For being a broken record. Is everyone else going to be there?"
"She's calling them right now. Oh, and then we get to surprise Hideki and Kako by dropping over as a group. She said if we bring cake, Kako will cave in, and that's more than enough with you around. Oh, did I just say that?" Kouji asked, voice heavy with sarcasm. Folding his arms and gazing up at the ceiling, he commented, "Wow, my tongue's going crazy today."
"You...darn...bandana brain!" Kouichi screamed, lunging at his brother, hands outstretched to clamp onto the younger boy's throat.
Wide-eyed, Kouji let out a yell as the collision came, along with severe tickling and demands for an apology.
Meanwhile, from the door, Duskmon watched the two brothers as the tables turned and Kouji managed to throw his brother off, threatening to burn his cap when he found it at Kako's house. Kouichi threatened to immediately burn all of his brother's bandanas, and the two boys burst out into laughter. The complexity of the simplicity of human emotion greatly amazed Duskmon. Had it been that, the entire time he had been a separate entity from that of Lowemon, there was an emotion that had driven him to go straight to Ophanimon and ask her to allow him to help Kouichi? Was he like the others?
Was he…weak?
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Tomoki breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the package in front of him. He had gotten it well before February, but had yet to open it. It had come for him from his brother Yutaka, who had happened to be going to a fancy private school. Tomoki didn't complain and didn't really mind, either. Sure, it was lonely, but his brother deserved it.
It had all been so sudden. One moment, Tomoki was on the computer, ready to stop staring blankly at his inbox, and the next, his brother had e-mailed him, saying he had found something that Tomoki might be interested in.
Shinya had picked up the package and delivered it safely, but Tomoki knew that anything Yutaka sent would be of great importance and so waited for the correct time to open it.
Now was the time. He was sure. The meeting, the package...perhaps he could open it there. Drawing a breath, he picked up the book and called out, "I'm going out! I'll be back for dinner!" He knew his parents would hear. Of course they'd care, they just wouldn't say anything, wanting him to be happy.
Sometimes, he had realized what Yutaka had forgotten to mention when they were younger. Being a 'spoiled' son was worth everything.
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Kouji finally managed to convince his brother to come to Kako's house. They found Rai, Izumi, Takuya and Junpei in front of the Sakai residence. Izumi and Takuya were caught up in a romantic moment, Junpei in a book, and Ms. Kawai was staring at her watch impatiently. At the sound of their footsteps, however, she looked up and managed a relieved smile. "Well, that leaves Tomoki," she commented, dropping her hand to her side.
"Don't leave me out!"
The twins turned around and found Shinya beaming at them. Kouji let out a snicker and pointed to Takuya. Trying hard not to laugh, Kouji asked, "You brought your brother along?"
Reddening, Takuya pulled away from Izumi and stormed up to his brother. Before he could do anything, Izumi cleared her throat, placing her hands on her hips. Takuya reluctantly sulked away from his brother and instead beside Kouji. "I can't pummel him for an entire month," he grumbled.
"Ooh, nice, Izumi. Penguin suit will come soon. As soon as I figure out where I left it," Kouji murmured, staring at the sky thoughtfully.
"Hey, Shinya, where's Tomoki?" Kouichi asked, slightly worried. The youngest of the gang had never been so late before. Kouichi turned to fully face Shinya and ask again, "Wasn't he with you today?"
Shinya nodded, walking up to Junpei and ducking his head under the book to find the title. "He had to grab something at home before coming here, though. We got the call about ten minutes ago. I think he stored it away and forgot where it was..." Standing up straight, Shinya stuck his tongue out at Junpei. "Ew, Shakespeare," he muttered, pinching his nose shut.
To counter, Junpei made a face. "It's homework. Why don't you try reading it?" snapped the older boy, slamming the book shut and looking away angrily.
Kouichi just shook his head as the two began to argue. "Hey, Ms. Kawai. Hideki doesn't know?" he asked softly, staring up at the cloudy sky.
Giggling, Rai shook her head. "No, I know Gen is here and all, but that's just too bad for them. Besides, my place is...small, and I wouldn't want to bother any of your parents. Not only that, but it's convenient that Hideki and Kako both live here," she replied, leaning against the wall adjacent to the door.
"Sorry I'm late!"
Everyone turned to a panting Tomoki who held a package wrapped in brown paper in his hands. He straightened up and nodded to Kouichi slightly. A small piece suddenly clicked in Kouichi's mind and he brought out Tomoki's D-Tector, throwing it to the boy. "Kind of strange, considering we have yet to see Kumamon," he commented. Another piece clicked, and he winced, bringing out Marise's diary. Stiffly turning to Rai for help, he muttered, "Where's a brain when you need it?"
Rai winced as well. "Is that-"
"Yes," Kouichi answered quickly, putting away the diary.
"Oh, you really don't have your brain when you need it. Keep it out of Kako's reach and Hideki's eyes. He'll ruin us all and claim you're trying to give it to Kako," she muttered. Turning to the rest, she announced, "Okay, let's go! Who brought the cake to bribe Kako?"
Silence descended upon the group. "You were serious?" Takuya asked in a weak voice, turning pale. Kouji whacked the boy, yanking on the goggles, an action at which Takuya angrily responded to by kicking Kouji's shin.
Rai rolled her eyes and knocked on the door. To her luck, Hideki answered and she pushed him back inside and shut the door. Kouji stared at the door, an exasperated look on his face. Everyone else reddened considerably. A second later, Rai opened the door, a perfectly innocent and calm look on her face. "What's with you people? Get inside! And stop thinking...whatever you're thinking! All I did was take Kako's approach to the matter," she said defensively, fully opening the door to reveal a limping Hideki.
Who learns from who? Kouichi shook his head and waited until everyone else was inside before timidly taking a step towards the door. After a few more seconds, Kouji stormed out and dragged Kouichi in. "You're coming in too!" growled the bandana boy furiously.
Once inside, Kouichi found Piximon examining Hideki's shin. "Did she kick really, really hard?" came Kako's voice.
Suddenly embarrassed, Kouichi turned around to face the front door, tempted to run out and not come back. He had no idea how Kouji had managed to convince him to come. It must have been guilt, or idiocy, or-
"Hi Kouichi!"
Kouichi froze.
"Is he okay?" Kako asked, concerned.
Kouji stifled a laugh. The older twin tensed. Coughing instead, he replied, "He's...just...upset about Duskmon..."
Relaxing his shoulders, Kouichi let out a sigh.
Mercilessly, Kouji added, "And he's just completely embarrassed to be here. Nothing else." After this, he burst out laughing.
Kouichi turned around, furiously looking at the ground as a blush flew up to warm his cheeks. "L-let's just hurry this up," he muttered, storming into the living room and taking a seat by the end, placing his elbow up on the arm of the couch. The other arm rested by his side while his gaze was focused on the wall above Hideki.
Kako rolled her eyes and sat beside him. "Weirdo."
"You still didn't ask, did you?" Kouichi countered, turning to her with a glare on his face. All traces of the blush had vanished.
"Ask what?" Hideki inquired, trying to kick Piximon away as the digimon poked Hideki's shin with his staff.
Now her turn to blush, Kako blurted, "NOTHING!" The entire room stared at her. She laughed nervously and motioned to the couch. "Have a seat. I'll go...see what we have to eat," mumbled the girl awkwardly, dashing into the kitchen.
Rolling her eyes, Rai sat down beside Hideki, pushing him over slightly so he wouldn't take up so much space. As soon as everyone took a seat, she placed her hands in her lap. There was a knock at the door, and she took it as a sign to murmur, "Very well. Let's start."
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A dream. These past years had been a dream. But the dream had shattered. He had wanted to wake up. He had wanted to end the dream. He found reality. Harsh, cruel reality. It suited him well.
The man chuckled as he nearly tripped over his own feet. It was because of reality that he wanted to dream. It was because of the dreaming he wanted to be back in reality. It was an endless circle, one that would never end. Quite befitting of his name, as he often thought.
There was a small smile on his face. Cheerfully, he knocked on the door, nearly crashing to the floor when he found his leg refused to support him. Well, she had always told him how weak he was and he had always laughed it off in turn. He only supposed that a dream had made him weaker. To live in a world that wasn't his own, to have lived a lie...he was suffering the results of that.
No one answered the door. Not the least bit bothered, the man rung the doorbell. This time, the door was opened. "Hello, Gen," the man greeted the person at the door. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion, but it seems there's a meeting being held here that requires my attention."
Silence met him.
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A/N-
I have several stories to relate. One, One Piece finished off Chopper's story beautifully. I loved it-made me want to cry. Two, IGPX season one is finished! They should have cut the story off there, even if I would have been disappointed. But it was a really good ending. Three, I realized several things about TK that I didn't before. I've said this many times to other people, and I'll tell it to you guys-missing one episode of Digimon is missing a LOT.
Kouichi's explanation was difficult to write. And does it ever say what grade Yutaka is in? I think it might. He looks like he's in high school in the series...probably a college student, but I couldn't find any info. It's little characters like Yutaka that really matter, and when I don't get details right about them, I get depressed. It's strange, but I managed to wash away a lot of hurt and depression with this chapter. I think that's why the chapter has a lot more meaning than usual, especially with Duskmon and Kouji. Shortly after writing about Kouichi explaining to his mother, my mom called me to grate the carrots. I did...the wrong size. So she started yelling at me, and I got depressed about that. It's really very stupid, my life. Yesterday was utterly boring. I had no one to talk to.
I tried updating today, which will become yesterday when you read this, and Fanfiction was being annoying and not letting me upload the document. So it's late. I'm going to sleep now. Review responses will be tomorrow. Hopefully so will Mirai, Ishy.
I will warn you now (and you will thank me): NEVER SLEEP AT TWELVE AFTER WAKING UP AT 5:30. Especially two days in a row. But I did Chem homework with Aurel and Pekkle and Pekkle's house! Thank you both.
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