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angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2016-12-11 09:41 pm
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2016-12-11 09:41 pm
[OOM] Hot Springs.
“Ah, how long has it been since we went to a hot springs?” Daigo beams, glancing over at Maki. She keeps her eyes fixed on the road, her expression unreadable. “The first time, we forgot to decide when we’d get out of the baths. I got out of the water so early! But you, Hime-chan, you were in the water for ages.”
Maki gives him a slightly sharp look. He clears his throat, turning his head to look out the window. “I know today we’re going out of duty. Nothing else.”
He finds a file thrust against his chest.
“This is the latest analysis,” Maki says, looking back towards the road. “By comparing the areas of distortion, and the movement patterns of the Infected Digimon, we’ve reached a hypothesis.”
“The Infected Digimon are appearing to hunt a specific target?” Daigo reads.
“They say ‘a specific target,’ as if they didn’t know,” Maki replies derisively.
“I know,” Daigo says. “The Infected are after one of them, or one of their partner Digimon.”
---
The hot springs has a sauna, it turns out. Even better, it has an empty, quiet sauna, which is why Yamato ends up there, arms folded, eyes shut.
Of course Taichi would have the same idea, he realises when Taichi opens the door ten minutes later. Being depressingly alike is practically a fusion partners job requirement.
(He wonders, silently, if Takeru ever finds Iori as annoying as Yamato sometimes finds Taichi.)
You’re alone. Talk to him about Omegamon. Ask him why the fusion broke down. Do it now. Talk to him. Ask him why. You might not get another opportunity like this.
Except -- …
Except they’re in a fucking sauna, and having the ‘hey, tell me why Omegamon’s fusion broke down, is it because you have doubts, is it because you secretly hate me’ conversation while wearing a towel and sweating seems like a scenario dragged straight from one of Yamato’s nightmares.
But it’s fine. He can be mature about this.
He’ll just completely ignore that Taichi is even there.
Perfect.
---
It’s the first time Meicoomon has ever been in a hot springs. There’s so much food and so many lights and so much water, and steam so thick that sometimes she can barely see.
They’re in the gardens when the older humans, Maki and Daigo arrive. Meicoomon hangs back as Meiko talks excitably to Maki, as Mimi asks if Maki and Daigo are dating, as Daigo wryly says that they’re actually exes, and as havoc breaks loose as Maki snaps at him and Mimi yells in excitement.
Later, the humans start to split up, but the Digimon all stick together.
“Gabumon, you can’t go in the water with your fur on,” Tentomon says, tugging on Gabumon’s paw. “It’ll get covered in mould.”
“But if I take it off I’ll be … naked,” Gabumon protests.
“So what? I’m naked all the time,” Gomamon says.
“Yes, but I have standards,” Gabumon replies, very earnestly.
As the Digimon attempt to convince Gabumon to remove his fur, Meicoomon finds herself wandering away, padding through the wooden hallways of the hot springs until she isn’t sure where she is, or how to get back.
But the lights -- the lights are so pretty.
Meicoomon can’t stop looking at them, until the world starts to fall away, and all she can hear is something droning in the background, louder and louder, deafening -- …
“Mei-chan!”
She feels Meiko’s hands on her, and suddenly the droning is gone, and she can move again, as Meiko picks her up and cradles her close.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” Meiko says.
“Mei,” Meicoomon says softly.
“Don’t ever run off alone.”
“I won’t.”
Maki gives him a slightly sharp look. He clears his throat, turning his head to look out the window. “I know today we’re going out of duty. Nothing else.”
He finds a file thrust against his chest.
“This is the latest analysis,” Maki says, looking back towards the road. “By comparing the areas of distortion, and the movement patterns of the Infected Digimon, we’ve reached a hypothesis.”
“The Infected Digimon are appearing to hunt a specific target?” Daigo reads.
“They say ‘a specific target,’ as if they didn’t know,” Maki replies derisively.
“I know,” Daigo says. “The Infected are after one of them, or one of their partner Digimon.”
The hot springs has a sauna, it turns out. Even better, it has an empty, quiet sauna, which is why Yamato ends up there, arms folded, eyes shut.
Of course Taichi would have the same idea, he realises when Taichi opens the door ten minutes later. Being depressingly alike is practically a fusion partners job requirement.
(He wonders, silently, if Takeru ever finds Iori as annoying as Yamato sometimes finds Taichi.)
You’re alone. Talk to him about Omegamon. Ask him why the fusion broke down. Do it now. Talk to him. Ask him why. You might not get another opportunity like this.
Except -- …
Except they’re in a fucking sauna, and having the ‘hey, tell me why Omegamon’s fusion broke down, is it because you have doubts, is it because you secretly hate me’ conversation while wearing a towel and sweating seems like a scenario dragged straight from one of Yamato’s nightmares.
But it’s fine. He can be mature about this.
He’ll just completely ignore that Taichi is even there.
Perfect.
It’s the first time Meicoomon has ever been in a hot springs. There’s so much food and so many lights and so much water, and steam so thick that sometimes she can barely see.
They’re in the gardens when the older humans, Maki and Daigo arrive. Meicoomon hangs back as Meiko talks excitably to Maki, as Mimi asks if Maki and Daigo are dating, as Daigo wryly says that they’re actually exes, and as havoc breaks loose as Maki snaps at him and Mimi yells in excitement.
Later, the humans start to split up, but the Digimon all stick together.
“Gabumon, you can’t go in the water with your fur on,” Tentomon says, tugging on Gabumon’s paw. “It’ll get covered in mould.”
“But if I take it off I’ll be … naked,” Gabumon protests.
“So what? I’m naked all the time,” Gomamon says.
“Yes, but I have standards,” Gabumon replies, very earnestly.
As the Digimon attempt to convince Gabumon to remove his fur, Meicoomon finds herself wandering away, padding through the wooden hallways of the hot springs until she isn’t sure where she is, or how to get back.
But the lights -- the lights are so pretty.
Meicoomon can’t stop looking at them, until the world starts to fall away, and all she can hear is something droning in the background, louder and louder, deafening -- …
“Mei-chan!”
She feels Meiko’s hands on her, and suddenly the droning is gone, and she can move again, as Meiko picks her up and cradles her close.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” Meiko says.
“Mei,” Meicoomon says softly.
“Don’t ever run off alone.”
“I won’t.”