A/N: Sorry it took me forever to update! University is keeping me way busier than I expected. Anyways, I'd like to thank the people who reviewed. I was intending to use the Japanese plot and the Japanese names of the main characters and non-Japanese setting for the rest of things, because I'll probably mess honorifics up completely, but I decided to give a shot to writing the fic in Japanese format. That's why I've made small changes in the first chapter (including switching Lucy's name to Mikan). I've used character search in order to find other Tonami fics, but unfortunately mine is the only one featured. As for the English dub, it isn't completed yet. Anyways, enough with notes!
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2. A brief argument
Tohma Norstein. The sound of the name echoed in Nanami's ears, bringing back old memories. She recalled all the feelings she'd experienced because of him. The curiosity at finding out someone of the same race as her. The insane, well-hidden excitement of the moments she'd tried to fascinate and corrupt him. The anger and the denial when he'd slapped her hand away, as if she was some mischievous child. The obscure humiliation and guilt she'd tried to hide by fighting against him…
Tohma coughed. "Hm, Madam, are you still there?" he asked.
"Yes. Excuse my silence… I was… recalling what your name reminds me of," said Nanami, lying without lying, unsure whether she should reveal her identity or not.
"I see. Well, as you've obviously been told, I have called because-" Tohma said before Nanami interrupted him.
"Tohma-kun… it's me, Nanami" she said, glad that she had made a decision.
"Nanami-san?" she heard him gasp. He made a small pause. "Sorry, now I was the one who stopped talking… oh, my, this is… unbelievable!"
"It is," she admitted. It's better to regret doing something than not doing it, she thought, attempting to justify the words she'd said a few moments ago.
They both stayed silent for a couple of moments, seeming to have forgotten why Tohma had called in the first place.
Nanami tried to get back to her senses. "So… what exactly is the problem with my company?" she asked.
"Let me get straight to the subject," Tohma said confidently, as he got back to a subject he knew how to handle. "The materials you use for the videogames are cancerous. You must stop using them. You may replace them, or you may stop producing those games completely; I don't know what you'll do, but you'd better do it quickly".
"That's something I have to discuss with my superordinates," said Nanami.
"You should. Moreover, there are cases of people who've needed psychological support due to being addicted to your videogames. Many such cases have been reported, and we cannot ignore that".
Nanami smiled at hearing him sounding so business-like and impersonal. She'd bet that he'd practiced those words many times before attempting to call her company. "That's something that is often said about products of many videogame companies. Why are you specifically calling ours?" she asked.
"Didn't you listen to what I've just said? Some of your customers have needed to see a doctor in order to overcome their addiction to those videogames of yours!" Tohma said furiously; he wasn't speaking calmly and collectedly anymore.
"Always a defender of justice, huh?" Nanami teased him to make him angrier.
"Nanami, that's not some mind game! It's about people's health, for crying out loud!"
"And what are you planning to do about it?" Nanami asked.
"I don't think we can discuss this on the phone…" said Tohma.
"Wonderful. Why don't you drop by my office for a coffee?" Nanami suggested casually, smiling slyly. Of course, that's more than an invitation for a coffee… it's an invitation to a kind of battle, she thought.
She heard him taking deep breaths. "I will. Is it okay if I come at around 4 pm?" said Tohma.
"Sure. Do you know the company's address?"
"I know how to find it. See you" Tohma said and hung up.
Nanami put the earpiece back to its place, smiling triumphantly. She was glad she'd already got him angry, and more than glad for getting a chance to meet him once again.
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Tohma chastised himself for agreeing to see Nanami, yet he knew he couldn't have done otherwise. The issue with the videogames was serious and, as far as he knew, there wasn't any other person in the constitution that could possibly handle Nanami.
He'd dealed with her once, and successfully… but this time he didn't have his Digimon partner anymore. Things would be much easier if Gaomon was still there; Gaomon would snap at Nanami if she mocked them too much, Gaomon would remind him he should do his duty, Gaomon would bring him back to his senses if she tempted him too much…
As memories from their last battle popped in his mind, he tried and failed to block them; he couldn't help recalling her flawless face, her smooth, seductive voice, her perfect body that at certain moments wasn't covered enough…
No, he tried to stop his thoughts. Nanami had been killing Digimon because she was bored; she found it amusing to kill. She was a genious, so why didn't she try to earn money without causing harm? Because she didn't care, and probably because she liked causing harm, Tohma thought angrily. Yes, good. Anger. A nasty feeling, yet one he could deal with.
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Another author note: I've made Nanami recall her emotions, while I made Tohma recall memories related to his senses. That's not because of their personalities, but rather because I've read in a psychology magazine that females are more likely to recall emotions and males are more likely to recall more tangible memories. Nanami's emotions though are actually more "sinful" than Tohma's memories, and when Tohma remembers things he considers "wrong", he tries to block them.