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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: What We Lack Part 19 Pairing: Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 4,236 Read on AO3 Summary:

Quirkless.

They're the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole and @amaisenshi for reading this over and letting me freak out always.

The door echoed loudly in the living room when Shouto stepped back into his house and Momo's chair scraped across the floor of the kitchen. "Shouto," she gasped, rushing towards him as she cupped at his cheeks. "Are you okay?"

He glanced at her worried eyes, unsure of how to answer the question, so instead, he peered over her shoulder, looking at the empty table. "Did Yuuta go back to the dorms?"

"M... mhm..." she whispered.

"I see," he said, unable to move. What was he supposed to tell her? He couldn't protect Arata from the man who had caused him so much pain... had caused her so much pain. And really he was just a failure of a parent.

"Shouto..." she whispered. "Talk to me. Whatever you're thinking, you know you can tell me."

They had always been able to tell each other everything. When he wanted to hide his emotions away from everyone, Momo had always been able to pull him from his shell... So why was it so difficult for him to speak out loud now?

"I..."

Her fingers brushed through his hair and she stood on her toes to press her lips to his. "No matter what you say, I'm on your side."

Would she be? Would she truly be okay with him basically allowing their son to train with Endeavor?

He swallowed and pulled away from her, making his way to sit on the couch. He collapsed down, burying his head in his hands and shook his head.

"I don't know what else I can possibly do," he said, glancing away from her.

Her lips tightened and she slowly walked towards the couch, taking a seat next to him. "Shouto... what happened?"

He curled his hand over the edge of the couch, squeezing hard into the cushion. He couldn't hide this from her. "I went to his house."

"I assumed," she said.

"I spoke to him about training with Arata," he continued. "I asked him to leave him alone and..." Shouto trailed off.

"Is he using him? Did he hurt him? Was it him that somehow convinced Arata to train with him instead of us-"

"No," Shouto muttered, cutting her off. "It's... all Arata. Arata went to him. Just as he said."

"And your father isn't... manipulating him into this?" Momo asked softly. There was a small part of Shouto that wished that were the case. Then he could justify forbidding Arata from going to see the man.

But no. His father was right.

And that was the worst part of all of this to swallow.

"No," Shouto said quietly. "He claims he's just pushing him... he told me... by me trying to stop him, I wasn't any better of a father than he was."

"What?!" Momo gasped. She lifted her hand to Shouto's chin, turning his face towards her. "Todoroki Shouto, your father wishes he was half the father you are."

Wrapping his fingers around Momo's, he sighed. "Is he really wrong?"

"Of course he is-"

"I'm trying to force Arata... I'm trying to control what he does when my father, as much as I hate to admit it, hasn't technically done... anything wrong," Shouto muttered.

"No, you're not trying to control him. You're trying to protect him-" Momo argued but Shouto shook his head.

"No... It's really not any different. I just think about how horrible that man was to me and how awful he was about training. I think about Arata training with him and how he must be pushing him to all sorts of limits and I just want him to stop. But I can't... I can't stop him. If this is what he wants, who am I... to deny him that..."

"You're his father. You know so much more about your father than Arata does. Even if he's not hurting him now, who is to say he won't eventually!" Momo argued. She wrapped her hand around his, squeezing it gently. "I love you, Shouto. You've been nothing but a wonderful father to these boys. I understand you don't want to push your opinions or thoughts on them... but it's okay to protect them sometimes... that's our job as parents."

Shouto sighed, shaking his head. "Unless my father physically harms him... Arata needs to figure this out on his own."

"Still... it doesn't sit right with me." She stood up and began to pace around the room. "After everything Endeavor has done to you... and to me and to the boys even... I just... I can't imagine this going well. I don't want to wait for him to come to us crying..." she whispered. "I want to talk to him."

Shouto pushed himself off of the couch, standing next to her. "Maybe you'll get through to him when I won't. If I talk to him, he'll assume I'm being biased."

"Perhaps," she whispered.

Shouto sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He made his way to the kitchen, pulling a cup down from the cabinet. He was exhausted and he just wanted Arata to realize how foolish he was being. He swallowed, pouring water for himself as he chugged it down.

There was a time when Arata was so small and eager. He would constantly show off the various types of crystals he could make. Shouto wished he could pinpoint when the excitement the young boy held turned into anger and frustration. Maybe then he could better help to understand his son...

"Shouto..." Momo began, slowly approaching him. "Are you okay?"

He curled his fist against the table. Momo was such a worrier when it came to their children and she was concerned for him for some unknown reason. He shook his head. "I just don't understand... why he would choose my father over... us..."

"Maybe one day he'll explain it to us... but I can promise you... I won't let that man hurt our son the way he hurt you," Momo said, taking Shouto's hand and squeezing it.

"No... I won't let him do that either. I won't let my father manipulate this situation to his will. I promise." He leaned down and pressed his lips to Momo's forehead. "I will protect our sons, no matter what."

"Me too," she whispered. "We'll have to be careful and monitor him from here on out."

Shouto nodded. As much as he didn't want to pressure Arata into anything, he wouldn't let his father get away with hurting anyone else in his life.

Taking his seat in class, Yuuta tried to focus, but after the disaster dinner last night, he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. Class was important right now too, the sports festival was coming up this weekend and the last thing Yuuta wanted to do was lose focus now. It was difficult, with Arata being so upset and him blurting out his feelings for Shouhei to his parents... really everything felt like a little bit of a mess.

"Okay, spill it," Shouhei said, turning around at lunch to tap on Yuuta's desk.

"Spill... what?" Yuuta squeaked, his voice already giving him away.

Shouhei rolled his eyes. "Yuu... I'm not stupid. I think I can tell when something is wrong with you."

Yuuta's cheeks immediately flushed.

"Dinner last night was a disaster," he muttered, not wanting any of their other classmates to hear.

"You wanna go up to the roof?" Shouhei asked, gesturing towards the door. "We can eat lunch up there."

"Yeah," Yuuta nodded, pushing away from his desk.

Shouhei wrapped his hand around Yuuta's, pulling him towards the exit of the classroom. Shouhei was so confident and uncaring, Yuuta's cheeks flushing as they held hands all the way up to the roof. The brown-haired boy walked with such conviction, looking ahead to get to the roof so they could talk.

Yuuta kept glancing around at all the people staring at them. Or maybe they weren't staring, maybe they were just looking in their general direction? It was hard to tell, but Yuuta needed to stop his thoughts from spiraling out of control... always a difficult thing, especially when every weird look felt like it was aimed directly at him.

There were sure to be some murmurs, but Yuuta was mostly happy they had figured things out for themselves, and told their parents.

Well... Yuuta had told. He didn't know if Shouhei actually had.

"So," Shouhei said, swinging the door to the roof open, "tell me about this dinner of yours!"

"Ugh..." Yuuta muttered. "It's... Arata."

Sighing, Shouhei plopped to the ground and pulled out his lunch. "Again?"

"Y-yeah..."

"What happened now?" Shouhei said, shoving rice into his mouth.

"Well, he's been training with our grandfather."

"Endeavor?! Really?!" Shouhei practically choked.

"Well yeah, but you know we never see him. Dad hates him. For good reason too, I don't blame him," Yuuta sighed. "So I don't really know why Arata chose to train with him."

"Cause he's strong as hell!" Shouhei laughed. "Your brother is so fuckin' desperate to be better than me and you and everyone else. He's like... worse than my Dad about being number one."

Yuuta twisted his lips. "Shou-kun... no one is as bad as your dad."

"Okay, okay," Shouhei said, waving his arms back and forth. "Maybe not that bad, but he is insanely focused. So I guess it makes sense he would choose Endeavor, your parents aren't as intense in that way..."

"Maybe... I know he's really stressed about the sports festival... I think he wants to win it."

"Hah! Like I'd let him do that," Shouhei snorted.

"Ugh... I really don't want to deal with him if he loses," Yuuta sighed.

"So you just going to let him win?" Shouhei asked, raising his eyebrow.

"No! Of course not!" Yuuta said, shaking his head. "I just... at dinner last night... he finally told Dad and they got into a huge argument. Arata just left and Dad... I'm pretty sure he went to Grandfather's house. I'm pretty sure it's all my fault."

"Did you do that thing where you blurted out the secret you're trying really hard to hold in?" Shouhei smirked.

"Not exactly," Yuuta muttered. "I blurted out the fact that me and you are dating and Mom and Dad were really excited and for some reason that really upset Arata and he stormed away and then him and Dad fought." Yuuta puffed out his lips, the thoughts rushing through his brain. "I have no idea what's going to happen."

"So you told your parents about us?" Shouhei asked. Of course he would hone in on that part of the story.

"Yeah," Yuuta chuckled, not minding the subject change. "My Mom was so happy. I'm pretty sure she's going to scream to your mom once you tell her."

"Oh, I told my parents this weekend too. Dad was... shockingly not surprised. I think he was more upset he would potentially have to spend time with your dad more. Mom was excited and I’m sure she’s gonna call yours," Shouhei said.

Yuuta couldn't contain his laughter. "I guess we were worried for nothing."

"Yeah, after the fact, it seems silly to have thought any of them would've cared," Shouhei scoffed, laying down on the ground.

Yuuta peered over him. "I'm happy we told them though. It makes me feel less nervous about one thing at the very least."

Shouhei brought his hand up to Yuuta's head and stroked his fingers through the black and white locks. He pulled him down into a kiss, gently brushing their lips together. Shouhei always suckled on Yuuta's lower lip, holding him in place a moment longer. It made Yuuta's stomach flip flop. "You got nothing to be worried about, Yuu," Shouhei whispered. "You're gonna be kick ass."

A small huff of air left his lips. "Thanks, Shou-kun."

"I'm gonna kick both you and your brother's asses at the sports fest," he smirked and Yuuta let out a long laugh, rolling his eyes as he lay down next to him.

"Whatever you say, Shou-kun," he smirked, kissing his cheek. There was a small part of him that hoped Shouhei won, just to show Arata it wouldn't matter... and of course then maybe Yuuta would only have to fight one of them...

It was only a few days away and he still felt so massively unprepared.

A hand snaked into Arata's hair, the thick fingers curling into a fist as it yanked his head back and slammed his face down into the ground. He winced, the pressure from Enji's hand impossible to fight against.

"G-Grandfather... please..."

He tried to ignore how violent the man could get when Arata didn't perfectly execute the moves Enji called for. It didn't matter if it hurt or he struggled, it was going to make him stronger.

"You're weak, Arata," he snarled. "The sports festival is barely a few days away. What do you expect to happen? Do you expect to win as you are now?"

"I'm gonna try my damn best-"

"Trying isn't good enough," Enji hissed, loosening up on his grip as he stepped over his grandson. "I saw your father the other day," he said.

"Y-You did?" Arata stammered, wiping the small amount of blood from his lip.

"Mhm. He knows you're training with me and he's not happy about it. I was surprised to see you here today," Enji said.

"...I'm not going to give up on this just because of my father," Arata spat, his body trembling. He was freezing, having used up so much body heat... and he wished his grandfather could use his fire to help him, but he knew that would be seen as weak.

Swallowing, Arata pushed himself up, his arms trembling. He had to make more fire crystals, he had to be able to make them rapidly in battle, especially against someone like Shouhei, who could move as many inanimate objects as he pleased, as long as he touched them.

"So your father doesn't want you to stop?"

Admittedly, Arata hadn't talked to his father since the dinner a few nights ago. They were going to come to the sports festival... and then he would show them how useful Enji's training had been.

"Mm... he does. But he can't stop me!"

"He can, but he won't. Shouto is weak, weaker than you, Arata," Enji said.

Arata swallowed, glancing up at Enji’s tall form, looking down on him. Another shiver ran down his spine and Arata was certain that had nothing to do with his body heat.

He'd never viewed his own father as weak. Shouto was hard working and incredibly talented with his quirk. He was a hero constantly being praised, and he'd even made the number one spot a few times.

Of course, Arata didn't view Enji as horrible as Shouto made him out to be so... maybe this was Enji's weird form of payback. He viewed Shouto as weak since he didn't fully follow Enji's training.

"My... dad isn't weak-"

"He is!" Enji's voice boomed. "He's weak because he cares too much for other people. He cares about that woman of his-"

"My mother?" Arata frowned.

"Yes. Your mother is why you have such a difficult time with your quirk. You inherited that weakness from her."

"My mother isn't weak-"

Slap!

The sound resonated in the room as Enji slapped his hand against Arata's cheek.

"Listen to me. Your parents... they do not know how to be real heroes. Nowadays, the system is a farce," Enji scoffed.

Swallowing, Arata cupped at his cheek. Enji was being so damn aggressive today. "Yes... Grandfather," Arata whispered.

"The sports festival is this weekend. What are you goals?" Enji asked, leaning towards Arata who planted his feet firmly against the ground, not wanting to seem any weaker than Enji already thought him to be.

"I'm going to beat Yuuta," he growled. "And Shouhei."

"So you've made this personal?"

"I-I mean I plan to win the whole thing but... I want to prove I can do just as well as Yuuta."

Enji sighed. "You can't focus on your brother. I know. I know what it's like to focus on one person, how tempting it is, but you have to understand that never works," he said. "It will only slow you down. Focus on winning, on making crystals rapidly and using them properly against your opponents. Have you been studying the quirks from the others in your class at your school?"

Arata nodded quickly. "Of course, I've been watching them during training."

"How is your body temperature?" Enji asked, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

"It... feels low," he admitted.

"Regulate," Endeavor demanded. "The second you feel cold, you have to battle against it."

Arata swallowed. The problem was, it always felt like he was going to pass out if he battled against the cold too hard. "Okay," he nodded anyway, not wanting to go against Enji. It would just get his face slammed to the ground again.

"Once you can get your heat back up, we'll continue," Enji said. "Try not to waste more time. Remember you came to me to train and the sports festival is just around the corner. I can keep training you, but this will be your first moment in the public eye. You’re a Todoroki. You're a legacy hero, and both you and your brother will be watched very closely. This could be the start of a very promising career, if you perform well. You could be offered many internship deals. Of course you could use the help of myself and your parents, but I believe you would prefer to get it on your own merit."

Swallowing, Arata nodded quickly.

"Good. Then start running laps," Enji instructed. "Get your body heat up."

"Right," he said, pushing himself up slowly to head to the backyard where he could get run more freely.

Arata couldn't help but feel an immense amount of pressure weighing down on his chest, and his entire body.

He had to succeed.

There was a knock on Sayuri's door and it made her jump. She didn't know why she was so jumpy lately, but she shook it off, closing her laptop partially. "It's open."

Ochako peeked her head in, smiling. "Hey sweetheart, it's just me!"

"Hey Mom," Sayuri said, leaning against her chair. She knew her mother was worried about her, but lately she had mostly talked to her father. Well, that usually meant her mother knew she was fine, since her parents couldn't seem to keep a damn thing from each other. Their goddamn honesty was honestly annoying.

She just didn't really know how to talk to anyone about her frustrations.

"I wanted to see if you... were doing okay?" Ochako asked, slowly making her way over to Sayuri's bed. She took a seat on the edge, smiling at the girl sitting at the desk.

"Yup, doing fine," she shrugged.

"Well, that's good to hear," Ochako smiled, but Sayuri could see her mom was disappointed she didn't seem to be ready to talk about anything.

"Yup. Just workin' on some homework."

"Anything exciting?" Ochako asked.

Sayuri let out a soft sigh. "Mom, I know you're in here to ask me something, you have a weird look on your face."

Ochako sighed. "Nothing gets past you, huh?" She pushed herself off of the bed and approached her desk chair. "I wanted to talk to you about this weekend."

"This weekend?" Sayuri asked tilting her head. As far as she knew, nothing was going on...

"Mhm. It's the sports festival and the school called to ask us how many tickets we wanted. Your father and I are going but... you are by no means obligated to come with us, okay?" Ochako said slowly, as if each word was pushing down on fragile eggshells harder and harder.

Sayuri swallowed. Did she want to go? Of course she did. It was tradition to watch it every year and actually getting to see it in person sounded incredible! Plus her brother was going to be in it so obviously that was something she was excited for.

And yet the idea of watching sounded painful; like her heart was twisting from the inside out.

"I..." she trailed off, glancing to her desk as she twisted her lips. "I'll come. No yeah, I'll... I'll... come. I wanna see Shou suck ass."

Ochako snorted, rolling her eyes. "I really hope that's not what happens."

"Yeah, yeah," Sayuri said, turning back to her desk. She couldn't look at her mom, not when her heart was trembling so hard in her chest.

"Really? Are you sure you're okay with coming? I don't want you to feel forced," Ochako said, gently running her fingers over one her blonde pigtails.

Sayuri sighed. "Yes. I'm okay. Mom, I'm not going to break watching people use their quirks."

"I know honey, but you've seemed so frustrated lately-"

Slamming her fist down against her desk, she watched her mother jump. "I'm fine, Mom!" she snapped. "I-I want to go. I wanna see it in person at least once.. and..." she trailed off, hating the way the tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"Sayuri..." Ochako said, kneeling down in front of her. "It doesn't make you weak if you feel you can't handle it. I know this has been hard on you and your father and I have been all worried about Shou moving and starting at U.A. I just wanted to ask-"

"I-I want to go!" she sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I do! It... it just sucks... to know you'll never get to come watch me there," she whispered.

Ochako cupped at her cheeks, gently brushing her thumbs over her tears. "Oh baby girl... you know your father and I are going to watch you do other amazing things. The sports festival is fun, but it's not everything. You'll be wow-ing the world in other ways. I just know it. You are your father's daughter after all," she winked.

"How can you say that when Dad has one of the strongest quirks!" she whimpered. "It just... It just doesn't seem fair! I know I keep complaining about this and I'm so fucking sick of it! I'm tired of wanting a quirk and feeling like it's unfair that I don't have one. I'm just tired of feeling this way," she yelled. "I get reminded of it all the damn time and I can't take it anymore."

Ochako immediately stood up, wrapping her arms around her daughter. She knew she couldn't cry with her; this wasn't the time. She pulled in a deep breath. "It's okay..." she said softly. "This is why I asked. I didn't want you feeling miserable if you came."

"I-I wanna come..." she mumbled, pressing her face against her mother's shoulder. "I just wish I didn't have to feel this way."

"I wish I could help you feel okay," Ochako said. "I know that doesn't sound helpful, and it's not like I can possibly understand everything you're feeling, but your father and I are here to support you every step of the way. Until you know exactly what your place in this world is, you might... have to deal with this for a bit. But no one wants you to grin and bear it. if you need to scream, scream. If you need to cry, cry."

Sayuri sniffed and nodded. "It just... it sucks."

"It does," Ochako chuckled. "It really does. If I could give you my quirk, I would in a heartbeat. I hate that I can't."

"It's okay... some days I think about how cool it'll be to help Melissa and work with her and Kazu. And some days I wonder if the world just wants to torture me and throw every cool quirk I don't have in my face," Sayuri muttered.

Ochako smoothed the soft bangs which curled over her forehead to the side. "That's normal. When I was your age, I used to wonder if I even had what it took to be a hero."

"Yeah right," Sayuri snorted, rolling her eyes.

"It's true! I was so worried about money and wondering if I could really even fight with my quirk. Some days I felt like I could conquer the world and some days I thought for sure I was going to fail. We all have our ups and downs. Even now I sometimes expect to make some sort of stupid mistake and end my career."

Sayuri chuckled. "I doubt that you'll make a mistake now Mom. You're one of the top ten heroes."

Leaning forward, Ochako kissed her forehead. "Even heroes make mistakes."

"Yeah, I know," Sayuri sighed. "I really do... wanna go."

"I know you do," Ochako said. "And you know what? If while you're there you need to scream or cry, I'll be right there, to help you with whatever you need."

Sayuri cracked a small smile. It didn't make it much better, but it did help a little. "Thanks Mom. I'm... looking forward to it."

"Good," Ochako smiled.

Sayuri wasn't sure how much of her statement was the truth, but the more she thought about it and said it, the more true it would become, and maybe she could start to let go of feeling like something was missing from her life.

#todomomo #kacchako #oc kids #BNHA #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #uraraka ochako

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rdmfavcpls · 7 years

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Worst Timing

Title: Worst Timing

Category: Digimon

Pairing: Takumi/Yuuko Nokia/Yuugo Ami/Arata

Rating: T

Summary: Ami and Takumi are twins that moved away six years ago. They moved back to where their friends are at and as a reunion, they all go to the beach to celebrate and reconnect. However, four of the friends start dating leaving two of them alone, which they aren’t that mad about

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the digimon franchise.

~~Story Begins~~

~~Six years ago~~

“We will see each other again, right?” a young girl with pink hair spoke crying as they stood at a subway station.

“Of course,” another young girl said with red hair. “I promise to come back, besides we will keep in touch as well.”

“You had better come back,” the last of the girls said with straight black hair spoke. “I don’t think many people will be as true as a friend you are to me or to my brother.”

“This sucks,” a boy with long black hair spoke, “Why can’t you two stay here? Why do you have to move?”

The boy with red spiked hair sighed, “We begged to stay, we really did, but Mom and Dad said they have to move for work. I don’t know why we have to move as well.”

“Just don’t forget about us,” the last boy with short black hair said.

“We can’t,” the two red hair twin spoke together. “You are our friends.”

“No one can replace you,” the red haired girl spoke.

“Ami, Takumi, it’s time to go,” a voice shouted from the train causing the two red hair kids to wave good-bye before running towards their parents.

~~Present Day~~

“Arata!” a female voice spoke before a pink jacket arm wrapped around his white jacket’s arm. The lady was wearing a blue dress and grey stockings, her pink hair done in pigtails and her wrists were covered in bracelets, her grey heels clicking across the sidewalk as she walked alongside the man who never stopped moving. “Guess what?’

Arata had long black ragged looking hair, his grey eyes were narrowed in annoyance at his newfound companion, his white jacket had a hood with blue stitching that matched the body suit he wore underneath, “You’re annoying?” He questioned taking a guess that he knew was wrong.

“Jerk, I am not annoying!” the female responded with a huff. “I just got a message from Ami.”

“Is she coming to visit again, Nokia?” Arata asked looking at the female.

“Hehe, your attitude always changes when Ami is involved,” Nokia chuckled enjoying the reaction she got from the grumpy Arata who quickly look away. “The answer is no by the way.”

“...” Artata stayed silent.

Nokia spoke between her giggles. “Ami is moving back. Takumi is still thinking about it.”

Arata looked at Nokia as she unwound her arm, “It’s been awhile since any of us saw Takumi, why is Ami moving back?”

“Ami got a job with Kuremi Agency in Nakano,” Nokia spoke. Keeping the thought the grump person next to her could also be another reasoning as to why Ami is moving. “However, Takumi is helping her move so I’m planning a date at the beach with them and the Kamishiro twins. Want to join?”

“I don’t see why not, just don’t expect me to swim,” Arata spoke shoving his hands in the pocket.

“No fun,” Nokia pouted. “Now i just need to find my darling Kamishiro twins and let them know the good news. I’ll see you later.”

Arata smirked, he won’t swim unless she asked him too.

~~On the train~~

“Are you sure about this?” a red spiky hair boy asked, digivice goggles keeping the hair out of his blue eyes, he was wearing a black shirt with two yellow circles featuring AWA Studios and black cargo pants and brown straps.

“Of course I’m sure, Takumi,” the female companion spoke, her red hair pulled into a side pony tail where her digivice goggles wrapped around, she was wearing a yellow shirt with black sleeves and two circles in the same fashion as Takumi’s only in black with AWA Studios, a grey backpack was down on the ground where her grey shoes were at, contrasting against her yellow socks and the short grey skirt. “I miss hanging out with everyone everyday, plus if I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t take on the job offer.”

“It justs feel weird you making this decision without talking to me about it,” Takumi spoke crossing his arms.

“Than move with me,” Ami spoke not buying the act her brother usually uses to make her feel guilty. “You know for a fact I have always wanted to move back. Besides, you haven’t came back and hang out with us in what a year?”

“So?”

“What happened a year ago? That fight you had with Arata,” Ami spoke.

“We had a disagreement over something,” Takumi spoke.

“What sort of disagreement?” Ami questioned. “Every time I ask Arata about it, he freezes up and leaves. You don’t usually hold a grudge against someone either.” She received no response. “Fine, but I still want to know what happened. The two of you were super close before.”

“We just don’t see eye-to-eye anymore,” Takumi responded with a roll of his shoulders looking out the window.

~~At the beach~~

Nokia was splashing her friend, Yuuko Kamishiro who was wearing a white swimsuit, Nokia was wearing a two piece swimsuit in a pink color with frills. “Come on Yuuko, fight back!”

“I am holding onto the beach ball, Nokia!” Yuuko responded angrily trying to use the ball as a shield. “Yuugo, hold this!” she threw the ball towards her brother who was wearing black swim trunks, his black hair cut short as his black eyes looked nervously between his blue eyed girlfriend who was looking for a challenge and the angry black eyes of his sister.

Arata Sanada just smirked from his spot on the beach, his white coat on over top of his blue jumpsuit but underneath it, he did have a pair of blue swim trunks on. He leaned against the tree trunk he was near by and watched as his friends played in the inviting looking water.

“I see you haven’t changed much,” a voice spoke from beside him causing Arata to look over to see Takumi.

“So, you decided to join today too?” Arata asked looking back at their friends.

“Mainly to talk to you, I thought I told you to stay away from Ami?” Takumi asked as the one who they were speaking about sneaked up on Nokia and scared her.

“It was a mistake to tell you that I have a crush on her,” Arata spoke. “However, I will not quit hanging out with her. She is still a friend. She keeps asking me about the fight we had a year ago.”

“Same here and she’s still clueless,” Takumi responded. “Who's the one in the white?”

“Yuuko,” Arata commented.

“She’s grown.”

“Usually what happens when you miss out on a year of hanging out with us,” Arata responded.

The two boys were silent watching as the four friends played in the water, “Ami is a hacker now,” Takumi spoke causing the other to look at him.

“You and Nokia are the only two that aren’t then,” Arata responded. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it seems like no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the two of you to stay away. Just protect her, okay?”

“Are you giving me permission to date your sister?”

“Absolutely not, but I cannot stop her from hanging out with you alone,” Takumi spoke gritting his teeth.

Arata refrained from laughing, Takumi is acting the same way Yuuko was when Nokia and Yuugo started dating. “Whatever you say, but from the way you are talking, makes me think that my feelings for your sister are returned back to me, which means I have a chance.”

Takumi stomped his foot, “Dangit, I put my stupid foot in my mouth.” Ami looked over upon hearing Arata laugh and seeing her twin brother talking to himself. A smile appeared on her face, hoping that the friendship they had was starting to be repaired.

“Is that Takumi?” Yuuko asked upon seeing the other red haired boy.

“Yes, I tell him he needs to take better care of his hair but he ignores me,” Ami responded throwing the ball towards Nokia who wasn’t paying attention. “Do you want me to go get him?”

“Yes, I would like to have some stern words with him,” Yuuko spoke.

Ami chuckled and got out of the water dodging the beach ball, Nokia had thrown at her, she threw the ball back towards Yuugo and smiled shaking her head, “Takumi!” she called out grabbing her towel. “You promised Mom you would swim.”

“Continue swimming for me,” Takumi spoke back. Ami shook her head. “Seriously?”

“Not my fault, Yuuko wants to scold you, besides if you don’t go, not only are you getting a scold from Yuuko,” Ami said standing in front of her brother, “but you will also have Mom being mad at you. She will take away your games and cancel the preorder of the new Monster game you have been raving about.”

“Ouch, man,” Arata spoke. “That is almost like a sin with all those special pre-order bonuses.”

“Tell me about it,” Takumi said with a grumble taking the shirt off since he was just wearing his swimming shorts as shorts. “Mom would do it too.”

Ami looked at Arata, “You come too, there is zero reason as to why you shouldn’t be having fun.”

“Obviously,” Arata spoke as Takumi headed towards the ocean, “I am not dressed for it.”

“Obviously, that’s your problem,” Ami spoke putting her hands on her hips as she wore the one piece yellow swimsuit with ease. “You knew we were hanging out at the beach, thus you should have came prepared.”

Arata smirked at the lady in front of him, “Oh, what would you do if I didn’t come prepare?”

“You would be swimming in that outfit you are wearing,” Ami spoke bending down to where she was level with Arata, “However, I know you came prepared so you are getting into the water.”

“I will, but not right now,” Arata spoke, “Because I really don’t think you want to intervene in that.” He pointed towards their friends causing Ami to turn around.

The sight she saw was Yuugo and Nokia walking away with the beach ball, Nokia laughing behind her hand while Yuugo was shaking his head, trying not to smile at his girlfriend’s comments. Yuuko was right up in Takumi’s face, her hands clenched into her fists as she scolded Takumi.

Ami sighed and sat down next to him, “You’re right, Takumi deserves it through.”

Arata smirked at her, “So, you’re a hacker?”

“Yeah, got introduced into it by Yuuko, when I somehow entered Kowloon. Tried to get me to join Zaxon too, roped Yuugo into trying to recruit me.”

“Didn’t work?” Arata asked looking ahead.

“They wouldn’t have been able to give me the answers I’m looking for,” Ami responded. “You didn’t join either if you are the other “irregular” Yuuko mentioned.”

“You got me,” Arata said placing his hands behind his head. “I didn’t join Zaxon either, went ahead and started my own group. Want to join?”

“Thank you for the offer, but no. I don’t think any group can give me the answers I’m looking for,” Ami spoke.

“Are you on a self-enlightenment journey or something?” Arata questioned as Yuuko got done yelling at Takumi.

“I guess you can call it that,” Ami spoke causing Arata to look at her, her eyes down casted.

Arata nudged her causing her to look at him, “Hey, if I can help you find whatever you are looking for, let me know. I’ll do my best to help.”

Ami smiled, “Thank you, but like I told Kamishiro, Nokia, and my own brother, you wouldn’t believe me.” Arata frowned at her, “Hey, you should let me know what days you are free so you could check out my apartment.”

A change of subject, something that Ami always did when she started showing sadness, Arata smirked at her, “I’m free most days, just got to let me know when you would like me over.”

~~Months later~~ Ami was logged into a private EDEN forum that Arata, Yuuko, and Yuugo had all created together. She was bent down onto one knee as she wrapped some gauze around her Garurumon paw. She heard a ding signalling that someone signed into the forum.

“There, does that feel better?” Ami asked looking at her Garurumon who tested out its paw before nuzzling Ami who was smiling as she rubbed its head. “That’s good to hear.”

“Life is never dull with you around,” she heard Arata spoke from behind her. He stood next to her, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Got anything planned later on today?”

“No, after the battle and everything that happened today, Kyoko is giving me the rest of the day off, why?” Ami asked as her Gomamon came running up to her which she picked up and held, her arms underneath his front flippers. She dashed the hope that he was going to ask her out on a date instead of just hanging out, it’s even been a month since the two of them just hung out one-on-one.

“Well, I was just wondering if you -” his digivice started to ring causing him to cuss and turning around before answering it. “Hello?”

“Some of Zaxon hackers have leaked our plans for the raid on person of interest 1,” the hacker spoke.

“Shoot, okay, I’ll be there to try and do damage control, just don’t screw it up,” Arata responded hanging up on the call. He turned around to face Ami.

“Most be important if they called you in,” Ami spoke with a smile. “Go ahead and go. They need you.”

Arata ran his fingers through his hair, “Thanks, I’ll try to talk to you later.”

He logged out, heading towards only he knows. Ami held onto her Gomamon tighter, the smile disappearing from her face as she looked over Gomamon’s orange mohawk. Garurumon nudged her back gently before nuzzling her face, feeling the sadness their mistress was feeling.

“Hey,” Gomamon spoke looking up at Ami, “Why don’t we all hang out at the Digital Farm? I can show you all the water tricks I’ve been learning!”

“That sounds like a great idea,” her Garurumon agreed. “It will be a snap to get you around all of the Digimon Farms you have while riding me.” Ami smiled at her two digimon, “Thank you guys, I would like that but you two will need to rest. I didn’t mean to get the two of you injured. I wonder how Pumpkinmon, Devimon, and Greymon are doing now. I didn’t mean to make them faint during that final battle with Jimiken.”

“They will be happy to see you,” Garurumon spoke sitting down. “Especially Pumpkinmon.” “Than let’s go!” Gomamon said as he pointed his flipper towards the logout area causing Ami to laugh as she followed the direction her digimon was pointing in.

~~Next Day~~

Arata was tired, the battle with the rogue Zaxon hackers taking a toll on his team plus Kerisamon, but they got their damage control and everything will be proceeding as planned.

He walked on the sidewalk, running his fingers through his hair. He wanted to hang out with Ami, without distractions, but of course, something came up and Ami was understanding of him needing to leave. He noticed how nothing truly came up on her end.

He put his hood up and walked on the sidewalk in Shinjuku. He stopped as he noticed Ami talking to a man that seemed calm. Ami placed her hands behind her back with a bright smile on her face. The man just shook his head at her.

“You are a weird one,” the calm man said placing his hands on his hips. “Why do you come out of your way to talk to me? Do you just come here to bug me to get help with your homework?”

“Yep,” Ami responded.

“That will only make people - the police - suspect me more,” the man responded and Arata narrowed his eyes. There was a bad vibe coming from this guy and Ami is just talking to him like normal.

“Sooo?” Ami questioned. “I’m their secret weapon’s assistant and my boss plus Matayoshi can vouch for you. So come on please!”

“Are you like this to everyone you meet after a case?” the man asked.

Ami shook her head, “I don’t know. I’m still new to the whole business but I did some asking around about you. You see, since I have a job, my school allows me to take online classes, but the thing is, there is no class sessions where the teacher explains what the material is over, so I really need help with the material.”

“You found out that I have a teaching degree that I don’t use,” the man said shaking his head.

“You caught me,” Ami said with a smile. “So, please.”

“Fine,” the man said with a sigh. “Saturdays are the only days in which I have off so will Saturday mornings work?”

“Anytime that is fine with you will work with me,” Ami said. “My boss is really easy-going about it unless an emergency case comes up than I will let you know in advance.”

“Never thought I would use my teaching degree, but thanks,” the man said. “Now get out of here.”

“Yes sir!” Ami said before running off.

Arata was so engrossed in eavesdropping on the conversation, that he didn’t notice Nokia sneaking up behind him. “So, did you finally ask her?” Nokia asked causing him to snap his head towards her.

“What are you talking about?” Arata asked narrowing his grey eyes.

“Have you asked Ami out on a date?” Nokia questioned crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you chickened out again and just asked to hang out with her?”

“Something came up last night, I don’t think I was even with her for three minutes before I got called away,” Arata spoke narrowing his eyes at her.

“You have Takumi’s permission finally after getting my boyfriend involved and you still haven’t asked her,” Nokia said angrily.

“I’m trying,” Arata snapped before walking away, not seeing Nokia’s smirk.

“Good, it’s about time I hit a nerve with that geek,” she said to herself.

~~Later that Day~~

Ami was in her apartment, twirling a pencil in her between her fingers as she tried to find the homework assignment she was working on when there was knocking on her door. She rolled her eyes thinking it was her brother who was supposed to come back for the weekend until Monday due to school.

“It’s unlocked,” she called out writing down the answer she found for the question. The door opened and shut as she automatically found the next answer, “How was cultural fest?”

“Couldn’t tell you, my school doesn’t have it until another month,” a voice spoke from behind her causing her to lean against the couch and look up at her visitor. “I’ll let you know when it’s over.”

“Arata! What are you doing here?”

“Visiting you, I did knock,” Arata said crossing his arms as Ami turned around on the couch.

“I thought you was Takumi, he should be due back today, What can I do for you today?” Ami asked with a smile.

“What’s this about you asking someone for help with your schoolwork?” Arata asked.

“I thought that was you I saw,” Ami said. “Anyway, he’s someone who I encountered on a case that was possess by a Digimon. He’s a good person, just misunderstood.”

“Possess by a digimon?” Arata asked. “Is that even possible?”

“I’ve had a case where a digimon was collecting EDEN accounts,” Ami spoke. “So yes, it is. Digimon aren’t just programs. Nokia seems to believe me.”

“Strange how she became a hacker,” Arata said shaking his head. “You two idiots would believe they have feelings.”

Ami glared at him, “You will understand someday.”

“Yeah, sure,” Arata spoke. “Look, I came here to ask you a question.”

Ami tilted her head, “Oh?”

Just than his digivice went off again causing him to groan, “Not again.” Ami smiled, “Go ahead and go, you are a very popular man.”

Arata walked out with a sigh, thinking his group of hackers were sometimes idiots as they got breached again. “One of these times, I will ask.” Ami sighed as the smile fell, it was getting so easy to hide her emotions from everyone, even her own brother. She couldn’t hide it from her Digimon friends or Kyoko however. Maybe it was better if she didn’t move back close to home.

~~Two Days Later~~ Arata was walking down the streets of the Shibuya, trying to find Ami, his digivice on silent and all missions pressed forward or held back. He was bound determined to finally ask Ami out on a date. Kyoko said she was at the studio records store taking on a case.

He entered the music shop and saw Ami talking to Reiko Tawa, “Let me talk to my manager about it,” Reiko spoke. “If you think staying inside the store will help find the culprit then I’m sure he’s up for it.”

“Thank you,” Ami said bowing slightly.

Reiko left to talk to her manager and Ami was looking at the strange album, “I didn’t know you was into that type of music,” Arata spoke standing next to Ami.

“It’s hard on the ears,” Ami responded, “However, I can see how she likes it.” She looked at him, “Did you come here to buy music?”

“Naw, Kyoko told me where you was since I would like to talk to you,” Arata spoke.

“The last couple of times you said that, your digivice went off,” Ami pointed out.

Arata’s eyes narrowed, “Yes well, if they screw up than they have to fix it. I am unavailable to them right now.”

Reiko came back with a bright smile, “My manager agreed to it! He’s allowed us to stay the night here.”

“Wait, us?” Ami questioned.

“Well, yeah, I’m joining! I want to meet the person who is making those albums,” Reiko said.

“It could be dangerous,” Ami tried to counter.

“Than all the more reason for me to join you in case you get hurt,” Reiko said. “Please let me join, I have always wanted to know what it will be like to stay the night here.”

Ami thought about it, “Okay, but if gets too dangerous, you run, okay?” “Okay!” Reiko said excited. “I can’t wait.”

Ami waved bye at her client as Arata and her left the store, “Sounds like fun,” Arata commented.

“I’ll let you know when it’s over,” Ami spoke. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

Arata shoved his hands in his pockets, “I was wondering if you would like to go out on an actual date with me?”

“A date?” Ami questioned looking at the taller teenager.

“Yes, a date. You know what Nokia, Yuugo, Takumi, and Yuuko do on the nights we usually hang out together,” Arata explained a smirk.

“I know what a date is,” Ami explained, “And I know what they do on a date. I’m not stupid.”

“Now, you are just absent-minded some days,” Arata responded enjoying bantering with her. It was sorely overdue and missed. “So yes or no?”

“Yes,” Ami said happily. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask and I think I just started dashing my hopes in you ever asking.”

“It’s what I’ve been trying to ask and say the last couple of times I’ve talked to alone,” Arata spoke. “Tonight you have that stake-out, tomorrow you have that tutoring with that one man, so how does tomorrow afternoon?

“Tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect,” Ami responded with a smile.

“Good, meet me outside of Broadway,” Arata spoke thinking, “Around 3:00. We’ll decide on what to do then.”

“Sounds good, maybe now Gomamon won’t want to drown you,” Ami said chuckling at Arata’s reaction.

“Shouldn’t that seal be digivolved by now?” Arata asked.

“He can, it will be into a giant walrus but he prefers being held,” Ami said giggling.

“You’re digimon are protective of you,” Arata spoke. “How ever will I gain their trust?”

“Mirel has already talked them down,” Ami said. “She’s good about that. So I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00. I need to go inform Kyoko of the plans for this case.” She ran off towards the office and Arata went his way, a genuine smile on his face.

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