Well, I don't know what to say because this oneshot started with this one funny idea and then... it kind of got away from my control. Plot twist and all that, it did on its own.

I think it still fall under the day's prompt.

And, I seem to be obsessed in writting Yamato's POV.

Disclaimer: The usual.

(Because every day is significant.)

August 14th: Overcoming Challenges & Obstacles

Yamato stared intently at the object in his hand, a frown marring his face as he tried to piece together the essentials of his task. In his pocket, there was a set of instructions, but… he was a trained soldier of Japan's Self-defense Air Force who'd recently become First Lieutenant after years of hard work, he could do this without following instructions.

It wasn't that hard. It couldn't be that hard.

Right? Right.

He looked again at the object in his hands, and then perused those lying about in front of him, all with a purpose in common and yet…

"Oh, there's one missing," he noted, and hurriedly stood up and trotted out of the room and into the adjoining one.

That was his second mistake.

Right where Yamato expected it was the last piece of the befuddle puzzle he had to solve. He picked it up, grimacing, but ultimately gathering his courage to prepare himself for what was to come. With an encouraging mental nod, he walked back to the previous room, thinking he would succeed. After all, he'd overcome bigger obstacles, harder challenges.

This was nothing.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he realized his faux pas; all color drained from his face as first: he noticed the unnatural silence in the room, and second: he realized his first, potentially catastrophic, mistake.

The baby-wipes fell to the floor.

His daughter wasn't lying were he'd left her, playing in her playpen. Nor in the room, as far as he could see or hear. And that's when Yamato remembered, what his wife said before going to that emergency meeting at the office.

"Don't let her out of your sight, Yamato, she's already crawling everywhere and the playpen it's not exactly restrictive to her."

For fuck's sake.

"HARUKO!"

.

When Sora had shaken him awake that morning, and then proceeded to place a sleeping Haruko into his arms, Yamato hadn't know what to do. In a half-awake daze, he'd sat up, careful to not jolt his sleeping daughter lest she started crying, and watched as Sora moved hurriedly around their room as she gathered her clothes and prattled about a sudden emergency.

He vaguely remembered Sora telling him to call for anything he might need help for, that she would be home before dinner, that he should make sure to never leave Haruko alone—to watch her, like a freaking hawk, because their baby was a mischievous little devil that had no sense of fear.

So, here he was now, practically turning over every piece of furniture in his room, hoping she'd just crawled under one of them—any of them. For fuck's sake, she was just a little baby! Where could've she gone in so little time?!

"Haruko! Call for Papa!" Standing there, amidst the disaster that was now his bedroom, Yamato felt dread gripping his chest. "God, please, don't do this…"

A familiar blip drew his attention to a corner of the room, where his digivice had fallen when he'd knocked over the nightstand. It blipped that familiar tune when it detected another Chosen nearby. Seeing made him recall that both Gabumon and Piyomon had gone back to the digiworld for a few days to avoid turning back into their baby phase.

Yamato took a step towards it, when it happened. His digivice glowed bright, and then a gust of wind surrounded him, before he could even think—there was a loud crash coming from the living room, followed by the sound of shattering glass.

He sprinted out of the room, remembering the last words said by his wife.

"Oh, and don't forget to lock the glass doors of the balcony; she knows how to open those too."

The living room was a wreck; it looked as if a tornado had passed through very slowly. The furniture was overturned, the pictures that used to be hanging on the walls were lying about, the SmartTV and his laptop lay broken before him. But none of that mattered, not anymore because Yamato could not tear his eyes off the swaying curtains, off the shattered glass strew about.

The empty balcony.

Jumping over an armchair, Yamato walked across the living room, his mind numbingly blank. His eyes barely blinked as he looked out into the sky. His hand reached over to grab the empty frame of the glass doors, squeezing until it hurt because he didn't want to believe what his eyes were seeing, what his brain was telling, what—

«God…»

"Papa!"

—happened.

Yamato spun around shockingly fast as his frantic eyes scanned the wrecked room, finding her peeking from under the overturned couch with a bright smile on her little face, and the air as well as his strength left him in one deep breath. He fell to his knees.

Haruko grinned at him from her place before retreating further under the couch, calling, "Papa!"

His hands shook as he crawled closer to the couch, and as started to lift it; he knew it was all the adrenaline leaving his system and Yamato just wanted to hold his baby daughter and be reassured of her safety.

The couch finally righted off to the side, Yamato turned to look at Haruko as his hands already reached for her—and he froze.

Haruko laughed as she called for him, raising her tiny hands in joy as her little body swayed in her excitement. For once, Yamato didn't register all those little details that, under different circumstances, would've had him grinning back at her. No.

No.

His attention was focused on the glowing digivice in her little hands, and the egg resting comfortably between her legs.

TBC.

Yeah. That.

It will be continued, in a way, this time in Sora's POV. But not till the end.

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