A/N: Okay, I didn't realize this update would take so long, it's been way busy out here. Anyway, time to lead into something well and good and fun and aw, who am I kidding, it's gonna be a blast of evil. Here we go guys! Sorry for the uber late update and if I've missed your supportive comments, I'm really sorry! Thanks for everything .Please enjoy and drop a review, if you feel so inclined.

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"Takeru, look out!"

HolyAngemon, yes that is his name, that is his partner, look, Onii-chan, he did it all by himself, swoops in, misses the hat, but carries him from a blast of gunfire.

"Aww, come on, stay still!" Pinocchimon aims the gun again. "Stay still and play with me, Takeru!"

"I don't wanna play with you," Takeru shouts. "You're mean and rude and I can't play with guns and your friends are bullies who made Mimi-san cry!"

"Eh, what kind of logic is that?" Pinochimon puts the gun down and swings his hammer. "That's boring logic, Takeru! You don't want to bore me. I'm not nice when I'm bored."

"I don't think you're ever nice," Taichi shouts as WarGreymon dives, striking the hammer with his claws and making sparks burst into the air. PInnocchimon's body buckles against the weight and he grunts, swinging the dragon away.

"You're supposed to wait your turn like everybody else!" the puppet shouts. His red eyes are aglow. "You're not fun!"

"Dying's not fun!" Wargreymon shouts.

Yamato reaches Takeru by this point and kneels beside him. "Are you all right?" Did he get you?" His voice is frantic and cracks a little and maybe it's the crack that causes Takeru not to get angry and snap. Sora sees it in his eyes, a pain and anger and childish urge that Sora knows from herself.

"You don't understand!"

Sora doesn't think Yamato understands, but maybe Takeru doesn't either, because he wraps his tiny arms around Yamato's waist and nods. "Mm. HolyAngemon protected me."

There's something beneath that, another something that maybe Yamato only hears, because he doesn't let go of Takeru as he turns. His eyes hold a stormy feeling and his digivice flashes. Where Tunomon was, MetalGarurumon lunges.

His eyes aren't a warm red, but are full of anger.

"Yamato-kun," she says as Taichi yelps, falling away from ice.

"I have to protect Takeru," he says.