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angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2018-03-01 04:48 am
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2018-03-01 04:48 am
[01 OOM] o hai Sora
Taichi and Jyou are already waiting when Yamato, Takeru, and Koushiro arrive at the meeting spot -- and they’re not alone. Mimi is with them, and while Yamato can’t help but feel relieved about that, it makes him hang back nevertheless. The whole reason she was separated from the group in the first place was because he lost his temper, after all.
His gaze also slides over to Koromon, hopping at Taichi’s side. He’d been Agumon when they’d last met -- he must have had to evolve to MetalGreymon again. It meant that between the six of them, the only people whose partners could evolve to Adult and fight right now would be Jyou and Mimi.
Taichi is, as usual, utterly oblivious to any tension, making a beeline for Yamato. “Where’s Sora?”
“We didn’t see her,” Yamato says. “We were hoping you’d ran into her.”
Taichi shakes his head. “Where could she have gone?”
Mimi raises her hand, uncharacteristically nervously, as she steps forward to join them. “I -- think I might’ve seen her. Back at Gekomon’s castle. But … it could have been a dream …”
“Actually, even when I was about to eat those mushrooms, the voice that told me not to sounded like Sora’s,” Koromon says.
“But if Sora’s been with us all this time, why’s she hiding?” Takeru asks.
“There’s no way for us to know. We can’t know what she’s thinkin’,” Yamato says, furrowing his brow and lifting his digivice. On the map, there are six dots lit up in one place, and one a little way into the forest. “We’ll just have to catch her.”
---
They don’t find Sora.
They do find a very angry Flymon, however, a truck-sized wasp with a seemingly endless supply of poison stingers that it’s more than happy to pepper the clearing with.
They’re in the middle of trying to find a place to take cover when Taichi and Yamato are both caught in the open, with Flymon swooping down towards them, and their digivices let out a long, rattling chirrup as Koromon and Tsunomon fling themselves forward.
“Koromon, evolution! Agumon!”
“Tsunomon, evolution! Gabumon.”
A few bolts of flame from the two of them ward Flymon away, but it isn’t long before it’s swooping in again.
With a deafening cry, Birdramon swoops over the clearing, trailing embers, before twisting up into the air, spiralling up high before spreading her wings and releasing a storm of flames towards the clearing below.
The group find cover, diving behind rocks and into clusters of trees. Flymon isn’t so lucky, and disintegrates on impact, as Birdramon swoops about again and back towards the forest.
Taichi immediately sets off in that direction, with Yamato close behind, and Takeru sprinting after them. It isn’t long before Sora is in their sights, sprinting towards the river. Yamato flicks a hand at Taichi, gesturing him to circle around, and Taichi vanishes into the woods.
Sora stops dead in her tracks as Taichi swerves in front of her, just in time for Yamato to catch up behind her.
“Why’re you running away?” Yamato asks, trying and failing not to let on how much the strange behaviour worries him. He thought she’d gone looking for Taichi, surely she should be happy to see him back, right?
Takeru hurries up behind Yamato, settling at his side. “Sora-san, do you hate us now?”
Sora shakes her head. “That’s not it, I …”
Yamato frowns. “Sora …”
He doesn’t get a chance to say any more, as Piyomon lands at Sora’s feet, looking up at her. “Why don’t you tell them?”
Sora shuts her eyes. “A while after we left to find Taichi, we met PicoDevimon. He told us about our Crests.”
Taichi blinks at her. “Our Crests?”
Sora nods. “They each have a different meaning. For example, yours is the Crest of Courage, Taichi, and yours is Friendship, Yamato-kun.”
Friendship? It almost doesn’t register. It doesn’t seem apt, somehow. Yamato can see why Taichi would have the Crest of Courage, easily, but he can’t reconcile anything about himself with the virtue apparently ascribed to him by whoever made these Crests.
“What about me?” Takeru asks.
“Yours is the Crest of Hope, Takeru-kun,” Sora says. “Koushiro-kun has the Crest of Knowledge, Jyou-senpai has the Crest of Reliability, and Mimi-chan has the Crest of Sincerity.”
The degree to which those all fit perfectly just makes Yamato even more certain that his Crest is some kind of mistake.
“And mine is Love,” Sora says, shutting her eyes.
Taichi’s face breaks out in a grin. “That suits you perfectly!”
“No, it doesn’t!” Sora yells, loud and abrupt enough that Takeru shrinks behind Yamato a little.
“B-but,” Taichi starts, clearly taken aback, “you’re always thinking of everyone else, and -- …”
“I don’t care about everyone else! You don’t know me at all, Taichi!” Sora snaps, before pulling back. “... Sorry. It’s just … my Crest won’t glow for me. Because I don’t know what love is.”
---
They settle nearer to the trees, in the shade. Yamato leans against a tree, while Sora and Taichi sit down.
“Man, I don’t get this at all,” Taichi complains. “Girls are so complicated.”
“Don’t make fun of her, Taichi,” Yamato murmurs.
“I’m just kidding!” Taichi protests.
“PicoDevimon told me that because my mother never loved me, I wasn’t -- capable of loving anyone else. That I wouldn’t even know what it looked like,” Sora says.
“Don’t be stupid!” Taichi exclaims, folding his arms. “PicoDevimon was obviously lying! He’s always lying!”
“No, he wasn’t lying,” Sora says. “My mother doesn’t care about me at all. She just cares about having an heir.”
“Your family is famous for flower arrangements, right?” Taichi asks.
“We’re an ie-moto family,” Sora says, nodding.
“What’s an ie-moto?” Takeru asks.
Yamato turns his head a little, murmuring so as not to interrupt Sora and Taichi: “It means Sora’s ancestors created a new form of art. Sora’s mother is a master who teaches it to others, and since only her family is allowed to teach it, Sora will one day take her place as master.”
“My mother doesn’t see me as anything other than the daughter of a flower-arranging school,” Sora says. “I even had to leave the soccer team because of her. She thinks our reputation as an ie-moto family is more important than anything, that’s just the kind of woman she is! So, if I was raised without love, then there’s nothing I can do about that!”
Taichi opens his mouth to say something, but Sora starts crying before he can. With a slightly panicked expression, he starts waving his hands.
“H-hey, don’t cry! Yamato, what do I do?”
“Don’t do anything,” Yamato says. “If she wants to cry, then let her.”
Eventually, it’s Takeru who steps in, taking Sora’s hand. “Hey, Sora? Thank you for warning us about those mushrooms.”
“We knew PicoDevimon was planning something, so we followed him secretly,” Piyomon explains.
“We were there at the restaurant, too. When there was an accident we could stop, we did, even if we couldn’t stop most of them,” Sora says, through her tears.
Yamato frowns, looking away. “I didn’t realise,” he says, softly.
“You didn’t have to hide from us, though,” Taichi says.
Piyomon shakes her head. “Sora wanted to be alone, but we couldn’t just leave everybody.”
Takeru nods, squeezing Sora’s hand. “I really like you, Sora, so don’t leave us anymore, okay? I don’t like it when my family -- I mean, when everyone gets separated.”
Sora blinks at him. Then: “Okay, Takeru-kun. I promise I won’t.”
They’re interrupted by Jyou yelling, and the rest of the group sprinting up the path towards them. Taichi moves towards them, waving.
“What took you so long?”
“Jyou-senpai fell into the river,” Mimi says.
“Mimi-kun kept sitting down and complaining that her feet hurt,” Jyou adds.
“All right,” Yamato says, pushing off the tree he was leaning against. “We need food and a campfire, I guess. Mimi, Koushiro, Sora, go and collect wood; Takeru, Jyou and I can go fetch water and fish from the river. Try not to fall in this time. Taichi’s on cooking duty.”
“You’re on cooking duty,” Taichi replies. “You’re the one who’s got experience as a chef, right?”
“And you’re the one who missed three months worth of cooking duty.”
His gaze also slides over to Koromon, hopping at Taichi’s side. He’d been Agumon when they’d last met -- he must have had to evolve to MetalGreymon again. It meant that between the six of them, the only people whose partners could evolve to Adult and fight right now would be Jyou and Mimi.
Taichi is, as usual, utterly oblivious to any tension, making a beeline for Yamato. “Where’s Sora?”
“We didn’t see her,” Yamato says. “We were hoping you’d ran into her.”
Taichi shakes his head. “Where could she have gone?”
Mimi raises her hand, uncharacteristically nervously, as she steps forward to join them. “I -- think I might’ve seen her. Back at Gekomon’s castle. But … it could have been a dream …”
“Actually, even when I was about to eat those mushrooms, the voice that told me not to sounded like Sora’s,” Koromon says.
“But if Sora’s been with us all this time, why’s she hiding?” Takeru asks.
“There’s no way for us to know. We can’t know what she’s thinkin’,” Yamato says, furrowing his brow and lifting his digivice. On the map, there are six dots lit up in one place, and one a little way into the forest. “We’ll just have to catch her.”
They don’t find Sora.
They do find a very angry Flymon, however, a truck-sized wasp with a seemingly endless supply of poison stingers that it’s more than happy to pepper the clearing with.
They’re in the middle of trying to find a place to take cover when Taichi and Yamato are both caught in the open, with Flymon swooping down towards them, and their digivices let out a long, rattling chirrup as Koromon and Tsunomon fling themselves forward.
“Koromon, evolution! Agumon!”
“Tsunomon, evolution! Gabumon.”
A few bolts of flame from the two of them ward Flymon away, but it isn’t long before it’s swooping in again.
With a deafening cry, Birdramon swoops over the clearing, trailing embers, before twisting up into the air, spiralling up high before spreading her wings and releasing a storm of flames towards the clearing below.
The group find cover, diving behind rocks and into clusters of trees. Flymon isn’t so lucky, and disintegrates on impact, as Birdramon swoops about again and back towards the forest.
Taichi immediately sets off in that direction, with Yamato close behind, and Takeru sprinting after them. It isn’t long before Sora is in their sights, sprinting towards the river. Yamato flicks a hand at Taichi, gesturing him to circle around, and Taichi vanishes into the woods.
Sora stops dead in her tracks as Taichi swerves in front of her, just in time for Yamato to catch up behind her.
“Why’re you running away?” Yamato asks, trying and failing not to let on how much the strange behaviour worries him. He thought she’d gone looking for Taichi, surely she should be happy to see him back, right?
Takeru hurries up behind Yamato, settling at his side. “Sora-san, do you hate us now?”
Sora shakes her head. “That’s not it, I …”
Yamato frowns. “Sora …”
He doesn’t get a chance to say any more, as Piyomon lands at Sora’s feet, looking up at her. “Why don’t you tell them?”
Sora shuts her eyes. “A while after we left to find Taichi, we met PicoDevimon. He told us about our Crests.”
Taichi blinks at her. “Our Crests?”
Sora nods. “They each have a different meaning. For example, yours is the Crest of Courage, Taichi, and yours is Friendship, Yamato-kun.”
Friendship? It almost doesn’t register. It doesn’t seem apt, somehow. Yamato can see why Taichi would have the Crest of Courage, easily, but he can’t reconcile anything about himself with the virtue apparently ascribed to him by whoever made these Crests.
“What about me?” Takeru asks.
“Yours is the Crest of Hope, Takeru-kun,” Sora says. “Koushiro-kun has the Crest of Knowledge, Jyou-senpai has the Crest of Reliability, and Mimi-chan has the Crest of Sincerity.”
The degree to which those all fit perfectly just makes Yamato even more certain that his Crest is some kind of mistake.
“And mine is Love,” Sora says, shutting her eyes.
Taichi’s face breaks out in a grin. “That suits you perfectly!”
“No, it doesn’t!” Sora yells, loud and abrupt enough that Takeru shrinks behind Yamato a little.
“B-but,” Taichi starts, clearly taken aback, “you’re always thinking of everyone else, and -- …”
“I don’t care about everyone else! You don’t know me at all, Taichi!” Sora snaps, before pulling back. “... Sorry. It’s just … my Crest won’t glow for me. Because I don’t know what love is.”
They settle nearer to the trees, in the shade. Yamato leans against a tree, while Sora and Taichi sit down.
“Man, I don’t get this at all,” Taichi complains. “Girls are so complicated.”
“Don’t make fun of her, Taichi,” Yamato murmurs.
“I’m just kidding!” Taichi protests.
“PicoDevimon told me that because my mother never loved me, I wasn’t -- capable of loving anyone else. That I wouldn’t even know what it looked like,” Sora says.
“Don’t be stupid!” Taichi exclaims, folding his arms. “PicoDevimon was obviously lying! He’s always lying!”
“No, he wasn’t lying,” Sora says. “My mother doesn’t care about me at all. She just cares about having an heir.”
“Your family is famous for flower arrangements, right?” Taichi asks.
“We’re an ie-moto family,” Sora says, nodding.
“What’s an ie-moto?” Takeru asks.
Yamato turns his head a little, murmuring so as not to interrupt Sora and Taichi: “It means Sora’s ancestors created a new form of art. Sora’s mother is a master who teaches it to others, and since only her family is allowed to teach it, Sora will one day take her place as master.”
“My mother doesn’t see me as anything other than the daughter of a flower-arranging school,” Sora says. “I even had to leave the soccer team because of her. She thinks our reputation as an ie-moto family is more important than anything, that’s just the kind of woman she is! So, if I was raised without love, then there’s nothing I can do about that!”
Taichi opens his mouth to say something, but Sora starts crying before he can. With a slightly panicked expression, he starts waving his hands.
“H-hey, don’t cry! Yamato, what do I do?”
“Don’t do anything,” Yamato says. “If she wants to cry, then let her.”
Eventually, it’s Takeru who steps in, taking Sora’s hand. “Hey, Sora? Thank you for warning us about those mushrooms.”
“We knew PicoDevimon was planning something, so we followed him secretly,” Piyomon explains.
“We were there at the restaurant, too. When there was an accident we could stop, we did, even if we couldn’t stop most of them,” Sora says, through her tears.
Yamato frowns, looking away. “I didn’t realise,” he says, softly.
“You didn’t have to hide from us, though,” Taichi says.
Piyomon shakes her head. “Sora wanted to be alone, but we couldn’t just leave everybody.”
Takeru nods, squeezing Sora’s hand. “I really like you, Sora, so don’t leave us anymore, okay? I don’t like it when my family -- I mean, when everyone gets separated.”
Sora blinks at him. Then: “Okay, Takeru-kun. I promise I won’t.”
They’re interrupted by Jyou yelling, and the rest of the group sprinting up the path towards them. Taichi moves towards them, waving.
“What took you so long?”
“Jyou-senpai fell into the river,” Mimi says.
“Mimi-kun kept sitting down and complaining that her feet hurt,” Jyou adds.
“All right,” Yamato says, pushing off the tree he was leaning against. “We need food and a campfire, I guess. Mimi, Koushiro, Sora, go and collect wood; Takeru, Jyou and I can go fetch water and fish from the river. Try not to fall in this time. Taichi’s on cooking duty.”
“You’re on cooking duty,” Taichi replies. “You’re the one who’s got experience as a chef, right?”
“And you’re the one who missed three months worth of cooking duty.”