#Santa Agumon
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Merry Christmas to you all!
Christmas message from the Digimon Web Twitter:
🎅🎁 ❄️ #メリークリスマス 💕⛄️🎄
良い子にしている幼いデジモンを探すサンタ姿のアグモン。プレゼントいっぱい届けるために、カーゴドラモンとともに夜空を飛び回るぞ。素敵なクリスマスをお過ごしください🥳
Agumon disguised as Santa searches for young Digimon who have been nice. He will fly through the night sky with Cargodramon to deliver lots of presents.
l hope you have awonderful Christmas!
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Have you been a good monster this year?
Santa Agumon might bring you a big present! 🎁
#Digimon#Digital Monsters#Digimon Adventure#Agumon#Santa Agumon#Yagami Hikari#Kari Kamiya#Santa Claus#big yellow dinosaur lizard dude#Christmas#happy holidays#art#fanart#bw#colored
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Bracket 19/64
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#digimon#digimon adventure#digimon adventure last evolution kizuna#matt ishida#yamato ishida#tai kamiya#taichi yagami#agumon#garurumon#christmas#santa#santa claus#anime#christmas spirit#kizuna#holiday season#anime christmas
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『 All Agumon 』
🦖 DotAgumo
🦖 Agumon
🦖 Agumon - X
🦖 BlackAgumon
🦖 BlackAgumon - X
🦖 YukiAgumon
🦖 BushiAgumon
🦖 Agumon Hakase
🦖 Nise Agumon Hakase
🦖 ToyAgumon
ENG:
-Yes, I know that there aren't ALL the Agumons. But I wanted as many as possible to be there and to represent all its variants. Because there are many Agumons. Some I didn't do (one that exists for obvious reasons) the others because it's Agumon with a Santa Claus hat, for example. And Agumon (Bond of Bravery) I consider it an evolution.
Even so, I've put as many as I could in the drawing, including the Savers version Agumon.
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ESP:
-Sí, se que no están TODOS los Agumons. Pero quería que estuviesen la mayor cantidad posible y que representaran a todas sus variantes. Por que hay muchos Agumons. Algunos no los hecho (uno que existe por motivos evidentes) los otros porque es Agumon con un gorro de Santa Claus, por ejem. Y Agumon (Bond of Bravery) lo considero una evolución.
Aun así he puesto a tantos como e podido en el dibujo, incluso el Agumon versión Savers.
🔍 Zoom 🔍
#Digimon#Agumon#AgumonX#BlackAgumon#BlackAgumonX#YukiAgumon#SwonAgumon#AgumonHakase#NiseAgumonHakase#BushiAgumon#DotAgumon#ToyAgumon#digimon fanart#DigimonFanart#デジモン#アグモン
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Best Fire Power Character Round 1 Group 4
Here are the links for the round:
Marius de Romanus (Vampire Chronicles) V.S. Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)
Keyleth (Critical Role) V.S. Hikaru Shidou (Magic Knight Rayearth) V.S. Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Korra (Legend of Korra) V.S. Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire) V.S. Heat Miser (The year without a Santa Claus)
Little Mister (Critical Role) V.S. Ray (Ninjago)
Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) V.S. Lavagirl (The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)
Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) V.S. Charizard (Pokémon) V.S. Bowser (The Super Mario Bros)
Veth Brenatto (Critical Role) V.S. Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire) V.S. Calcifer (Howl’s Moving Castle)
Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender) V.S. Agumon (Digimon) V.S. Ember McLain (Danny phantom)
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I'm @hallowed-nebulae secret santa.
They wanted something related to Digimon World Re:Digitized, so I drew Taiga and Agumon. I hope you like it!
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Merry Digi-mas, @smackins ! I was your Digimon Secret Santa!
(This is my writing blog, but my main is @animegenork - I know it's confusing)
I had to think about this one quite a bit, as I mostly dabble in writing rather than art, and what can I do with Digimon lines and writing? ;w; Not much...
But! I took a peeksie around your blog and saw your icon was Kunemon (excellent choice), and your letter said you also love Tentomon! An idea took shape, and the result was this little crossover fic! I hope you like it, and I hope you have a very merry holiday season!
Thank you to @digisecretsanta and @sluggybasson107 for the excellent hosting of this event! 💕
So Much for Rescue
Word Count: 1508 | Universe: Survive x Adventure [Tri] Crossover | Characters: Ryo Tominaga, Kunemon, Koushiro Izumi, Tentomon | Dedicated to smackins
Ryo pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes for the fiftieth time that day. The others had suggested that he go outside and take a breather, maybe clear his head a little. It wasn’t working in the slightest. Not only had Kunemon followed him outside—the thing was like a ninja! He could barely hear him move!—but his head was still swirling with all the thoughts that kept bombarding the sides of his skull like bullets. Ha! Bullets! That was the last thing he needed to be worrying about right now!
Beside him, Kunemon sat quietly, his two front legs folded quietly in front of him. Resting his cheek on his right hand, Ryo peered down at him, narrowing his eyes. He supposed he was getting used to the weird creature, but it was hard. What did “Kew” even mean? How did the other monsters even understand any of that? He could barely wrap his head around where they were, much less try and figure out why this monster who spoke in chirps was following him around all the time. “Are you ever gonna be able to talk?”
Kunemon turned his head toward Ryo, his head tilting the slightest bit. In a way, that was fair—Ryo couldn’t remember if he’d interacted directly with Kunemon besides the screaming in the first few minutes. Since then, he’d only ever tried talking to the other kids… or to himself. After a few seconds, supposedly of making sure Ryo had indeed been speaking to him, Kunemon’s beak parted, and he let out a simple “Kewkew!” in response.
“Wish I had a translator around for this,” Ryo muttered, sighing. Besides the fact that he was probably going to get jumped at any moment, going off alone had been a terrible idea. Especially with this horrible communication problem between him and Kunemon.
“Guess we should go back,” he surmised, pushing himself to his feet and dusting himself off. Kunemon appeared to raise himself up on his legs, but it was hard to tell, considering he was so close to the ground compared to Ryo himself.
As they turned toward the school building, there was a popping noise behind him. Ryo nearly leaped six feet in the air. He whipped around so fast he nearly fell over. Kunemon made a chittering sound and leaped in front of him, not that his presence reassured Ryo at all. Where was Agumon and Takuma when he needed them?
A ball of blue light appeared out of nowhere, floating menacingly in front of them. It gradually widened, and Ryo took a nervous step back. In a few seconds, the blue sphere was more of a mirror-like shape, round and glowing. Kunemon scuttled near it, and if Ryo didn’t know any better, he’d say the little guy was sniffing the… whatever it was. Portal? It looked like a portal. But why would there be a portal here?
Did it lead back home?
There was a strange buzzing noise, and a large red insect came flying out of the portal. Ryo yelled and ducked down, using his arms to cover his head. Kunemon made a screeching noise, and a voice said, “Whoa! Sorry! I didn’t know there was anyone here.”
Looking up, Ryo saw the red insect thing land on the ground. Upon closer inspection, it seemed more like a robot bug than a full-fledged insect like Kunemon. Was this another strange creature? “Wh-what are you?”
“I’m Tentomon. And this is—Koushiro-han! Hurry up!”
“You’re the one who went flying through before I could check that the portal was stable.” Another voice sounded from the other side of the portal, a distinctly human voice. And Ryo was right, because out of the portal stepped a boy about his age, maybe a year or two older, with dark red hair and dark eyes. The boy was wearing his summer school uniform, a white collared shirt and a navy-blue tie paired with navy blue slacks and green shoes. He wasn’t familiar, though, which meant he probably hadn’t been on the camping trip. So much for a rescue operation.
“Oh, a person. Tentomon, are you sure we calibrated the portal correctly?” The boy opened a laptop computer he’d been holding under his arm, a frown crossing his face once he (assumedly) realized he had no connection. “That’s odd. If this was the Digital World, I would be able to connect.”
“Maybe this isn’t the Digital World, Koushiro-han!” Tentomon buzzed, gesturing his claws (were they claws?) at Kunemon and Ryo. “At least, I haven’t heard of more humans showing up there.”
“What the hell is the Digital World?” Ryo blurted, glancing back and forth between the two strangers. “Does it have anything to do with what’s going on around here?”
“I’m afraid not.” Koushiro closed his laptop and gave Ryo a guilty smile. “I think I accidentally opened a portal into a completely separate dimension from the one I intended. Well, I always suspected that was possible, what with the various gates, but to think I ended up in a totally different universe is…” He scratched the back of his head. “I wish I knew how I did it.”
Kunemon turned to Ryo, who hung his head in disappointment. “So definitely not a rescue party.”
“Rescue party?” Something flashed across Koushiro’s expression, and it was enough that Tentomon peered up at him. “Why are you waiting for a rescue party?”
Ryo gestured helplessly toward the school building. “The others and I are stuck here in these woods with these weird monsters, and we keep getting attacked every five seconds by something! Just last night we had to deal with a huge spider that nearly ate one of us!” Dokugumon’s face flashed in his mind, and he covered his eyes with a hand. “This place sucks!”
Above him, he heard Koushiro chuckle. “Are you laughing at me?”
“No, no.” Koushiro hid his smile behind his hand. “It’s just… This all sounds remarkably familiar. I went through something similar, you see, when I was in elementary school. About six years ago now.”
Kunemon let out another of his chirps, though this one sounded surprised and confused. Exactly how Ryo was feeling. Glancing up at Koushiro, who politely sat across from him, he murmured, “You’ve been stuck like this, too?”
“I have. And we were all much younger than you.” Koushiro lips turned up in a weak smile before he looked at Tentomon, placing his hand gently on the head of the robo-insect (Ryo still wasn’t sure which he was). “But we had our partners, and they kept us safe. They still keep us safe, even years later.”
Ryo looked at Kunemon. “Partners, huh.” He tentatively reached his hand out and placed it on Kunemon’s head, eliciting a delighted “Kew!” from the creature. The beginnings of a smile caused Ryo’s face to twitch at that. This wasn’t so bad. “I wonder if you’d be able to keep me safe, Kunemon. Not that I can understand you.”
“Tentomon, do you know what Kunemon is saying?” Koushiro turned to his partner creature, who began buzzing in thought.
“Sort of. He said, ‘Oh!’ in a surprised way. I think he’s not used to physical affection. But he seems to like it.”
For the first time since he’d gotten into this mess, Ryo let out a little chuckle of his own. “After all I’ve put him through, he deserves it.” His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Koushiro once more. “Do you think we’ll be able to make it out of this?”
“That’s up to you.” Koushiro placed his hand over his heart. “It’s up to you and the others to decide whether you’re going to make it out of this. You can’t just sit around waiting for it to happen.”
Ryo nodded. “That makes sense.” He looked at Kunemon and smiled. “Think we’re going to make it out of this, Kunemon?”
“Kew!”
“He says, ‘Let’s do it!’” Tentomon translated.
Koushiro pushed himself to his feet, and Ryo scrambled to do the same. “I should get back. I need to recalibrate the portal.” He held out his hand. “I wish you luck.”
Ryo took Koushiro’s hand and shook it. “Thanks. Good luck with your, ah, portal.”
“Thanks.” Koushiro turned toward his portal, and Tentomon saluted before flying through. “Oh, and by the way.” The boy turned back. “What was your name?”
“Ryo. Ryo Tominaga. Nice to meet you.”
“See you around, Ryo.” Koushiro stepped through the portal, and faster than it had appeared, it shrank in on itself until it was completely gone.
“Let’s head back, Kunemon.” Ryo slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled down at the little creature. Koushiro was right—working together was probably better than screaming and being afraid all the time. Now to put that into practice.
Scuttling along after him, Kunemon did a little hop, his beak turned up in what Ryo could only assume was a smile. “Kew kew!”
Ryo decided he liked the sound of that, whatever it meant.
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[HOLIDAY EMOJI DRABBLES] 🍪: Our muses baking cookies together // with Masaru @cpirits
(@cpirits's muse Masaru baking cookies with Shunya, feat. their partner!)
The weekend provided a good time to do something nice for himself and his parents before the holidays hit, and what better to do something nice than with a friend? This person he met from a Digital Zone had grown accustomed to them rather quickly! What was the idea for doing something sweet? Baking cookies! That's what!!
Faitomon could be heard making the actual dough, while Agumon can be seen managing the taking and placing trays of sugar cookies onto the counter! In addition to carving the shapes after the dough was ready to be cut into. Meanwhile, the tamers were decorating the cookies on the kitchen island!
(Cut here for the sake of people's timelines!)
"So, Masaru-san... Did you ever do this with your mother?" Shunya asks, while painting a decent Christmas tree with green, brown & yellow frosting/icing. "Hm? Oh yeah, when I was younger. My mom is quite an awesome cook, so it was something I looked forward to doing around this time of year!" Masaru on the other hand, had gotten a gingerbread guy, and the result was... Very amateurish, to say the least. Not like his family cared about the quality of the art...
"You can say that again. Though it'd be even better if my sister were still here..." The blond-haired male sighed sadly... Christmas was something he looked forward to with Yumeno. With her missing in his life? It makes it hard to focus... Without thinking of her anyway.
However, Masaru quickly patted the teen's back with a good amount of force. Snapping him out of that depressive spiral of thoughts. "Oi, Shunya-san... Focus on the now! Not much you can do until you figure out a way. Though..." Masaru sets down his piping bag with a bit of a reminiscing smile. "I know the sort of thing you feel. I also have a younger sister, who I want to protect, no matter the cost. If that sense guides you, then you beat the hell out of those guys that took her!" The tamer grinned with a fist punching into his palm.
"Y-Yeah. That's actually a good point... Thank you Masaru-san." Shunya replied with a kind smile. Resuming his focus on decorating the cookies. As they were finishing that last batch of cookies, Faitomon had finished making the last of the dough. "I have finished making all of the dough needed to make the cookies, my lord." "Aw sweet, thank you!" Agumon was about wrapping up cutting up the cookies himself. "Almost done myself, Aniki!" "Heh, great job Agumon!"
After that, the pair would join Shunya & Masaru in decorating the cookies. Faitomon decorated with excellence and precision, while Agumon's style was... very childish to say the least. "Faito-san... You really remind me of Gaomon! With how you act and speak!"
"Hm? Well, while I do not know this specific Gaomon you refer to, I am quite honored to make you reminisce over someone you care about. If he has mannerisms and prose akin to my own, I think the two of us would get along splendidly." "You even bore me with how you talk..." Masaru chuckles some, overhearing the conversation.
It took a lot of effort, and some sweat was made... They all managed to decorate every single cookie with barely enough supplies to finish it all off. You had some of the classics, a tree, a snowflake, a candy cane, but there were some specific things like a Santa hat, an elf, Santa's head, and even his sleigh! With a whole slew of other shapes as well to give a nice variety to the pallet.
"Whew... I think we are done. You guys are more than free to take some to eat. There is more than enough for me, Faitomon, and my parents to have over the month..." Faitomon nods. Raising an arm up like a typical butler does. "Please help yourselves, as a courtesy for taking time out of your day to do this with us." "Heh, don't mind if I do~!!" Agumon obviously eats a cookie rather quickly, and his eyes widen over the texture of the cookie.
Soft but fluffy, sweet but not sickly, and the right amount of resistance without being too hard or soft... The reptile fell in love rather quickly. So much so, he quickly tried to eat the ones that they were going to take. "OI! Agumon!! Save some for me and not hog them all to yourself!" "But they're sooooo good Anikiiii!!!"
As they were fighting, Shunya shrugged his arms and shook his head with a slightly defeated smile. "I guess some things never change..." More so referring to his own group of tamers, but still... This was the type of thing that he has gotten used to. Both Faitomon and Shunya wanted it to keep it that way.
#cpirits#Faitomon [IC]#Shunya [IC]#Gao [Drabble]#(Sorry this took me a bit to get out!!!)#(I hope you like it!!!)
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digimon adventure masterlist
*header: @/earlgreymon
requests open! characters and ships under the cut
digimon adventure written works (all)
digimon secret santa 2021
the four times takeru takaishi confessed his feelings (and the one time he did not) [takeru x hikari] • AO3
events/compilations
2022: mimato year • it’s just like in the movies •
multichapter
the surviving crowns [yamato x mimi, takeru x hikari, taichi x sora]
oneshots
you can’t always protect yourself [taichi x sora]
stalker [yamato x mimi]
drabbles
reincarnation au [yamato x mimi]
group project turned chaos [slight taichi x sora, slight yamato x mimi, slight takeru x hikari]
the hunger games au [takeru x hikari]
headcanons
taichi x sora [ i • ]
yamato x mimi [ i • ]
takeru x hikari [ i • ]
*last updated: 03-29-2022
characters (adventure/zero two/2020): taichi, yamato, sora, koushiro, mimi, jyou, takeru, hikari, daisuke, miyako, iori, ken
characters (adventure/zero two/2020): taichi, yamato, sora, koushiro, mimi, jyou, takeru, hikari, daisuke, miyako, iori, ken
characters (digimon partners; adventure/zero two/2020): agumon, gabumon, piyomon, tentomon, palmon, gomamon, patamon, tailmon, v-mon, hawkmon, armadimon, wormmon
ships (adventure/zero two/2020): taichi/yamato, taichi/sora, yamato/mimi, jyou/mimi, takeru/hikari, ken/hikari
characters (tamers): takato, ruki, jenrya, juri, kazu, kenta, shiuchon, ryo
characters (digimon partners; tamers): guilmon, renamon, terriermon, leomon, guardramon, marineangemon, lopmon, cyberdramon
characters (frontier): takuya, koji, izumi, junpei, tomoki, koichi
ships (frontier): koji/izumi
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Wishing you all a Merry Christmas! May Santa Agumon bring you all what you wanted!
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Here’s a digimon that apparently has been completely absent from the franchise since 2006 in the DigiWindow toy and Digimon Pocket Wars mobile game. It wasn’t even its own digimon, it was part of Atamadekachimon and neither even have trading cards.
Other Digimon that debuted in the DigiWindow and Pocket Wars include Santa Agumon who was in Soul Chaser, BushiAgumon who was more recently in in Digimon Pendulum Ver.20th and the fourth booster of the 2020 Digimon Card Game and Yoxtu!Yoxtu!mon who is in the same boat Atamadekachimon was in before appearing in this episode. Keep an eye out for this one, it may yet appear as well (I really am not expecting the cosplay agumons to show up except as maybe just outfits for Agumon).
#digimon adventure#digimon adventure reboot#digimon adventure:#digimon adventure psi#digimon adventure 2020#digimon#minidekachimon#Digimon Adventure Ψ#Atamadekachimon#Why do the hands look like sonic springs? It's Shobonyan all over again...
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Pochitchi and the car with an impossible name are still alive. The cat became an adult yesterday.
Agumon became Greymon as I wanted. Gabumon became Vegimon because I forgot to overfeed him enough for Garurumon. Oh well XD
My tama friends became a Righttchi, which is a really hard name to pronounce. But i love him.
Also he was visited by Santa yesterday.
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Fighter’s Pass Vol. 2 Ideas
As we learned from today’s Smash Bros reveal of Byleth, there will be 6 more additional fighters to be added to Super Smash Bros Ultimate in the form of the Fighter’s Pass Vol. 2. This has gotten everyone in a frenzy, discussing over which characters Sakurai and his team have picked this time. With that in mind, I want to share 6 possible characters I’d like to see in Smash, and why they’d fit
1. Filia (Skullgirls)
Hailing from from the Canopy Kingdom, Filia was once a normal school girl, that was until her own hair became possessed by the parasite, Samson, which resulted in amnesia. Filia, when coming into Smash, would have alot of attacks based on the symbiotic relationship between her and Samson, dishing out swift attacks like the Ringlet Spike and the Hairball, which work as her neutral and side special respectively. Her Final Smash would be the Tricobezoar, an attack that has Samson transform and shoot out a massive hairball from his mouth.
2. Travis Touchdown (No More Heroes)
Travis Touchdown is an anime and pro wrestling young man that lives in Santa Destroy, California. After winning the Blood Berry, a bean katana, off an auction on the Internet, Travis soon becomes an assassin, and is ranked 11. Travis then decides to slash his way to the top of the United Assassin Association by fighting the other 10 ranked assassins. Travis’s moveset makes the most of his signature weapon, the Blood Berry with deadly moves like the Death Blow and the V2 Chip. For his Final Smash, Travis boards the might mecha, Glastonbury, and unleashes a devastating pink beam of energy.
3. Knight (Hollow Knight)
A mysterious bug with an equally mysterious past, the Knight travels to the ruined kingdom of Hallownest, as if some unknown source had called upon it. The Knight, despite its small size, would use its nail, but can use the power of Soul to deliver some dangerous attacks like the Abyss Shriek.
4. Sandaconda (Pokemon Sword and Shield)
Yep, this is the Pokemon I basically want to see the most in Smash. Ever since SwSh’s release, Sandaconda has grown alot on me. So much so that it’s become one of my favorite Pokemon. I’ve even made an entire moveset for this guy (https://www.deviantart.com/mr-ultra/journal/SSBU-Walking-on-the-Sandy-Side-821633544) For more in depth about Sandaconda in Smash, read the article above you.
5. Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine)
Since Smash has been giving alot of love to certain indie titles (Undertale and Cuphead) why not add a character from one of these games as a fighter? Not only Bendy would be our first indie rep, he would also be our first horror game rep as why (Trust me, once you go down into Joey Drew Studios, it’s not gonna be pretty) As for his moveset, Bendy would reley on his Ink Demon form, and his Final Smash could be transforming into Beast Bendy, similar to both Ganondorf and Bowser’s respective Final Smashes.
6. Adeleine and Ribbon (Kirby)
Let’s face it, we’ve haven’t had a new Kirby rep since Dedede and Meta Knight’s inclusion since Brawl, and what better choice for a new character from the Kirby series which fit into the following1. Haven’t been turned into a Spirit2. Very popular and highly requested3. Has an entire moveset from Star Allies to base on for their moveset here. As for their Final Smash, Adeleine would take a page out of Kirby’s book, and unleashes the Crystal Gun with Ribbon in tow, a reference to the fight with Zero 2 at the end of Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards
-Honorable Mentions-
.Agumon
.Shantae
.Heavy
.Urshifu
.Crash
.Phoenix Wright
Will any of the characters make it in? Probably not. But I would eat my shoes if any of these guys get revealed
#super smash bros ultimate#fighter's pass vol. 2#filia#skullgirls#travis touchdown#no more heroes#knight#hollow knight#sandaconda#pokemon sword and shield#bendy#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the dark revival#adeleine and ribbon#kirby#Ultra Ramblings
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Winter Wonderland
Secret Santa for RyokosDetermination from the Digimon OC Discord, the Link is their DeviantArt since they don’t have a Tumblr and I don’t have a DeviantArt ^^’
Happy Holidays Ryoko! Hope you like your gift even if it is a little short :))
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How Ryoko got tricked into this situation is completely and utterly beyond her, she’s pretty sure Dorumon and Miya knew all about it but both of them have completely disappeared off the face of the Digital World so it’s not like she can ask them.
She looks out on the snow covered pasture surrounded by trees; she’s somewhere in the forest close to the first digital gate Davis and the others went through months ago. She’s sure she has snowflakes in her brown hair, tied in the usual loose pigtails and half covered by a little green beanie picked out by her sister. She thinks it’s much colder in the Digital World but she can’t really tell, wrapped up in jeans, a fleeced flannel, and a big coat that almost swallowed her whole.
She sees him across the clearing, wearing that weird blue and yellow coat he wore the last two winters and Agumon nowhere in sight. She goes over to him quietly, boots kicking up a path through the snow and offering a small, shy smile to the snowdrops in his hair.
They don’t talk, they don’t really need to, their presences with each other enough to stave away any cold that could try and seep through their many layers of clothing. She doesn’t think she’s heard the Digital World this quiet before, every time she’s been here there’s always been some kind of fight, tiny and inconsequential or not, going on, but now it’s quiet, simple ambiance highlighting their walk.
They come to a small village, one she doesn’t think she’s seen in a while but clearly full of Digimon very aware of human world customs. The place is decorated like any of their homes, lights and pine trees and ornaments made of whatever materials the local Digimon could find and morph into charms.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes, unconsciously looping an arm through his that are stuffed in his pockets.
He hums, resting his head atop hers and looking out over the small town with a light smile. Odaiba is beautiful during the holiday season, but this, this is cozy and like a place she would absolutely like to stay if not live in were she to live by herself for a while.
They stay as it snows, splitting up for a little bit to look around and talk with the locals about what they’re doing for the holidays. As it turns out, the Digimon are all the partners of those digidestoned from all over the world, Tai even encounters a chirpy little Floramon he apparently met with TK in Paris. The whole place is like something you’d see as a small model in a snow globe, like a story book town, a little winter wonderland.
She thinks back to the first holiday season they all spent with the younger kids, the fact that they all brought their Digimon in from the Digital World and how happy everyone had been, including her, Dorumon was probably the greatest gift she could’ve possibly asked for, even her sister enjoyed her partner’s company. The winter after that hadn’t been as surprisingly exciting, but everyone had grouped together like the little family they are.
He takes her to the edge of the town closer to evening, they look out across the horizon and he gives her a gift, well two, the first is small, a wrapped up stack of treats a young Frigimon has been selling. The other, small yet big in her heart, a soft kiss framed by snowfall with a backdrop of a festive little village.
The definition of a winter wonderland if she could describe it as anything she wanted to.
#digimon#digimon adventure tri#taichi yagami#tai kamiya#my writing#secret santa#digimon oc#i tried#i hope you like it#i dont normally write for other people
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Merry Digi-Christmas!
This is my Secret Santamon gift for @escapingtheirony who requested a post-series MimixMichael story! Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy it.
I couldn’t help throwing in a few of my other favorite pairings as well. And I sort of went more PG than G? Hopefully it’s not too strong for you. (If it is you can tell me and I’ll edit it.) I had a lot of fun writing this. But it’s very unedited so typos galore I’m sure. I have this weird habit of just leaving entire words out sometimes?
Wishing you all a wonderful 2018.
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Following the events of 2002, the Chosen Children’s Christmas party turned into an excuse for them to get together when circumstances otherwise kept them apart. By the time Mimi was 20 years old, it had grown into a grand tradition. Even with the whole gang scattered this way and that - the older kids attending different universities, the younger ones busy with school and clubs — during Christmas they all made what effort they could to spend time with their old friends. Getting the Digimon together was also a benefit. Though Palmon, at least, never complained if much time passed before she saw one of the other Digimon, she was always thrilled whenever Mimi penciled in a gathering on the calendar.
It was Christmas Eve towards the end of her second year of college, the night of the Christmas party, and Mimi was closing up the quirky crepe shop where she’d been employed since moving back to Japan. “Quirky” was an understatement, at least according to Taichi. They served nearly any flavor combination, from squid ink to bacon fat and jelly bean. The menu was right after Mimi’s own heart.
She was outside unplugging the colored lights they’d strung around the three foot tall passionfruit and chicken liver crepe statue to make it “festive” when a familiar voice hailed her.
“Fancy meeting you here, my dear.”
There was only one person who talked to her like a mid-century film star, and that was Michael Barton. Mimi squealed, jumping straight up in her excitement and tripped over the cord of lights. Michael grabbed her before she could swan-dive onto the sidewalk.
“That happy to see me?”
“Michael!” She pressed his cheeks between her winter-pink fingers until he had fish lips. “What are you doing here! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming!”
“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” he answered as best he could. “Wow, Mimi, your hands are so cold.”
She dropped them to her sides. “Well, sorry about that.”
He took one back and kissed it. “I didn’t say I minded.”
“Look who’s turned into Casanova.” She found herself blushing, a thing she didn’t often do, especially not because of Michael’s dated courtship techniques. Lately things between them had… kicked up a notch, though. Where before there had only been play and youthful flirting, now there was something more serious. More grown up. She hadn’t quite decided how she felt about it, but ready or not, there it was.
“Why did you think I pestered you for your work schedule last week? Let’s go celebrate. Drink champagne — you’re legal now, right? — stay up hideously late.”
“Not that I’m not ecstatic to see you, but I wish you’d told me. I kind of have plans.” She made a pouty face. Part of her did feel bad that he’d come all this way, from America, but… still. He should have warned her.
Michael seemed at a loss for a moment. “Oh, really? What plans?” he asked with a sheepish grin.
“Christmas party with my friends.”
“Ah, I see. Well, in that case I’ll go back to my hotel. Hopefully I can see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, but — wait.” She grabbed his arms as he turned to shuffle off. “You can come with me!”
“Are you sure your friends won’t mind? I’m sure you haven’t planned for an extra mouth.”
“No, of course not, it’s just Taichi-san and the gang. And Taichi-san and Daisuke-kun are bottomless pits, so we tend to prepare more food than you’d think.”
“Ah. So you’re saying I should pick off their plates?”
“Trust me, it’ll feel like a buffet.”
They laughed, and Michael waited while Mimi finishing locking things up. Then they trudged shoulder-to-shoulder through the crisp Tokyo night.
~~~~~ (continued below)
The party was to be held at Taichi and Yamato’s apartment this year. After picking up Palmon and Betamon, Mimi and Michael headed straight over. Mimi rang the doorbell. Yamato answered. He took one look at them and let out a long groan.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, we’re already trying to cram twelve people in here and now you bring guests?”
“Just the one,” Mimi replied defensively.
Michael waved. “Hi, Yamato. Long time no see. Don’t worry, you can just perch me on top of the fridge. I’ll play the part of the Elf on the Shelf.”
Yamato shook his head, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “Koushirou already took the fridge.”
“… What.”
“Don’t ask me. We —”
“Hey, who’s at the door?” Taichi suddenly materialized out of Yamato’s shadow, swinging an arm around his friend’s neck while he took a long gulp of something in a plastic cup. “Mimi-chan! And… Mitchell!”
“Michael.”
“Michael! Yeah yeah, I knew that! What’re you standing around here for? Is our welcome mat so interesting?”
Mimi and Michael glanced down. “There… isn’t a welcome mat,” Michael said slowly.
With a serious expression, Taichi nodded. “Exactly. Makes you pause for thought, doesn’t it?” He then thrust his cup into Michael’s hand. “Here you go. Stop being a wallflower and come inside. It’s like a clown car in here, watch out that you don’t end up with your nose in someone’s arm pit.”
“Taichi-san, what’s in this?” Mimi asked, peering into the cup while Michael took an experimental sniff.
“… Uh.” Taichi turned his head and yelled to someone in the kitchen area. “Miyako-chan! What’d you put in my cup!”
“Melon soda and Sprite and iced tea,” Miyako’s voice shouted back.
Taichi shrugged at them. “The brewmeister has spoken.”
“There’s no alcohol?” Michael asked.
“Nah, too many of us are still minors, so all refreshments are G-rated.” Yamato snorted at Taichi’s explanation. With a snigger, Taichi added: “’Course, later, when the babies go home, you can have a go at our private stash if you want.”
“Works for me.” Michael took a deep swallow of the mixture. He frowned thoughtfully, gazing into the depths of the cup, then let out a huge burp.
“Attractive,” Mimi deadpanned. “Just the kind of man I always dreamed of.” She snatched the cup out of his hand and wrinkled her nose in scrutiny. “Hmm… this needs gummy bears.”
Michael chuckled. “Whatever you say, toots.”
“What’s that?” Taichi asked. “Toots.”
“A terrible nickname,” Mimi sighed, sounding very put upon.
“A classic,” Michael objected.
“Oh my god, close the door!” Sora suddenly rammed through them and wrenched the door shut. “It’s like 0 degrees outside. Hi Mimi-chan, hi Michael. You two are gonna get it!” She boxed first Taichi, then Yamato about the ears.
“Hey, you all said we had to play host and invite people in!”
“Yeah, you never said anything about having to close the door!”
They ran off with Sora hot on their heels, leaving Michael and Mimi staring after them. After a pause, Michael said: “And here I thought you were the weird one of the group.”
“Who, me?”
~~~~~
Yamato’s less-than-warm-welcome was, after all, rather justified, Michael thought upon observing just tiny the apartment really was. A small living area, with an adjoining kitchenette, toilet, and bathroom that wouldn’t even have filled the entire hallway at his house in New York made up the party area. Decorations were sparse — a bit of crepe paper garland, a Snoopy doll wearing a Santa hat, and on the desk, a snowglobe that held a miniature of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. (“I gave them that,” Mimi informed him proudly.) Yamato and Taichi’s bedroom had been cleaned and opened up to provide more space, as it was only separated from the living room by a pair of sliding doors. In order for all thirteen people plus Digimon to fit, they all had to cram in against the walls, and pick their way carefully through a designated walking lane down the middle whenever they had to get up.
“How do two people share rooms here?” Michael asked, somewhat in awe. He drew his long knees up to keep his toes out of the walking lane.
“Oh, it’s common in Japan. Besides, there’s usually more than just two,” Takeru supplied. “Aniki’s bandmates spend a lot of time here most days.”
“Yeah, and I get banished outside,” Taichi complained.
Yamato knocked his shoulder. “Not like you’re ever here anyway.”
“College keeping you busy?” Michael asked with a smile.
Shaking his head, Taichi started passing around a bowl of chips. “College is meh. Koushirou is the reason I never sleep anymore.”
“I think you sleep plenty,” Koushirou said. (He had, indeed, claimed the fridge. It was in the living room rather than out by the kitchenette, and he’d placed his portable router on top of it, drawn up the only chair Michael could see, and was sat there typing away on his laptop. According to him, “the wifi signal craps out if I set it up anywhere else.”)
Looking confused, Michael took the chip bowl as it came to him. “Why is that?” He glanced at Taichi, then at Koushirou, tapping intently on his keyboard. “Oh, I remember — you two are dating, aren’t you?”
Taichi’s expression didn’t change, but he flushed scarlet to the tips of his ears. But Koushirou didn’t appear to have heard him. There was a loaded break in conversation while Michael struggled to figure out if he’d said something wrong. Then Miyako could take it no longer.
“How was your flight, Michael?” she burst out.
“Uneventful. There was some terrific turbulence a couple hours over the Pacific, the lady next to me dropped her glass of —”
“Agumon!” Gabumon tore across the room to the snack table, where Agumon had sneaked up dangerously close to the Christmas cake. “That’s for later! Don’t be greedy!”
“But it smells ready!” Agumon whined.
“Dinner first.” Hikari smiled. “Or you’ll spoil your appetite.”
“No I won’t.”
That was probably true, but Hikari only made a shushing noise and ushered them away.
“Man,” Jou heaved a sigh. “I wish I could just jump on a plane any time I felt like it and go visit my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend lives down the road from you,” Yamato pointed out.
“Still, I get the feeling I spend less time with her than Mimi-kun does with Michael.”
Gomamon stopped munching on the chips long enough to say: “That’s because there are so many books in your place that your girlfriend can’t find the door.”
While Jou and Gomamon wrestled, and the others were occupied with egging them on, Michael seized his chance. With caution, taking care not to be noticed, he let his hand creep across the wood-paneled floor and into Mimi’s lap, and laced his fingers with hers. Mimi glanced at him quickly, the waves of her bright, thick hair bouncing. Then she smiled, and squeezed back.
Michael couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. He didn’t know how long their eyes stayed locked, only that it was long enough for someone to notice, if they hadn’t all been occupied placing bets on who had a better chance at winning a thumb war, Jou or Gomamon. (“Hello, Gomamon doesn’t even have thumbs.” “Sure but still — the other player is Jou.”)
All except one — Sora. Whose warm brown gaze shifted over them as she stood in the opposite corner, sipping tea from a mug. Her brow raised, but when she lifted the mug he saw she was smiling.
~~~~~
The night wore on. Body heat and an electric space heater kept them warm (the apartment didn’t have an air conditioner and Taichi and Yamato claimed to be too cheap to buy one). There was some kind of hot pot for dinner that Yamato had made, to which Taichi had contributed rice, fried horse mackerel, and pickles as sides. It was a serious meal.
“Comes from so many of us being foodies,” Mimi told him.
And the food didn’t stop there. The Christmas cake was cut around eleven o’clock, Sora had brought delicate homemade matcha cookies, and Daisuke announced well after twelve that he’d also brought enough instant ramen for everyone to have a midnight snack. Of the humans, only he and Taichi ate any of it, but the Digimon were only too happy to keep right on eating.
Michael had hoped there would be mistletoe. He looked around but couldn’t find any. He decided to ask Hikari.
“Mistletoe?” She stared at him uncomprehending. Then — “Oh… the stuff that if you’re caught standing under it with another person, you have to kiss them? It’s not so popular in Japan.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Why did you want it? Do you need it to kiss Mimi-san?”
Michael’s cheeks reddened. “Well, I’d heard that people in Japan are more private about displays of affection — of course Mimi isn’t like that at all, not in New York anyway, but seeing as I’m a foreigner and guest here —”
Hikari laughed. It sounded like the tinkle of a wind chime. “Oh, you don’t have to be so careful among friends. Come on, Michael-san! Can’t you tell just by watching that we love a party?”
“Are — are you sure? I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else even holding hands, and I know a bunch of you are dating each other.”
“Yamato-san and Sora-san have been busy keeping the party running smoothly.” Hikari held up her fingers and started ticking off each couple as she spoke. “And before you got here, Daisuke-kun and Ken-kun were making out on Oniichan’s futon. To tell the truth, the only reason Takeru-kun and I weren’t in on the fun is because we feel awkward with our brothers around,” she added.
Oh, that was a good reason.
“Alright, I believe you. But what about Taichi and Koushirou? I felt like I made everyone awkward just by asking about them…”
“Well. The thing is, Oniichan and Koushirou work together — Digital World stuff. I don’t know about all of it. That’s what Oniichan meant when he said Koushirou-san keeps him busy. But as it happens…” She leaned in, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oniichan asked Koushirou-san out a while ago, and he said yes. But the next time Oniichan mentioned it, Koushirou-san acted like he didn’t remember it happening. So things have been a little… strained, I guess? They still see each other every day, but I know Oniichan’s really confused, and wondering if Koushirou-san changed his mind and that’s why he won’t discuss it. So as of now they’ve never actually been on a date.”
“Oh — Mimi had made it sound like —”
“Yeah, I’m guessing Mimi-san got a little too over-excited. She tends to do that sometimes.”
Mmm, much as he loved her — “Yeah, she does.”
Something gleamed in Hikari’s eye. “Mistletoe wouldn’t be a bad idea. We don’t have any, but…”
She darted off. Somewhat bewildered, Michael started to stroll back to his corner with Mimi, only to find she was no longer there. There were very few places to hide, so he didn’t have to look long before he discovered her just about climbing over Ken while she strung some fallen garland around him. Daisuke was helping gleefully.
“Ah,” Michael coughed. “Do I want to know?”
“We’re decorating,” Mimi told him.
“Yes.” Daisuke nodded. “Isn’t Ken beautiful?”
Ken turned to Michael with a look of longsuffering. “I’m told I’m substituting for a Christmas tree.”
“We need a star for his head,” Mimi declared. Then she looked up at Michael, as if expecting him to produce one out of thin air.
Michael stared back at her. Perhaps long exposure had inured him to her many idiosyncrasies, or maybe she’d just matured over the years, but she didn’t often surprise him with her whims anymore. He couldn’t resist scanning the room in case any alcohol from Taichi and Yamato’s stash had been served without him noticing. “I, uh… here?”
He handed her his crumpled napkin.
Mimi’s face fell. “I’m sure Ken-kun doesn’t want your used napkin on his head.”
“It’s not used!” Michael waved his hands. “It’s not used,” he repeated to Ken, who bobbed his head reassuringly.
“Sora-san!” Mimi yelled. “We need a star for Ken!”
Sora made some reply, but Michael didn’t catch any of it but sheer exhaustion.
Mimi pouted. “Well, you’re no help.”
“Taichi-san!” Daisuke cried. “We need a star.”
Taichi pushed Yamato into his lap. Daisuke blinked down. “… I meant a star that could fit on Ken’s head.”
“TaichiImgonnamurderyou,” Yamato mumbled into his thigh.
“Are you sure there isn’t any alcohol here?” Michael whispered to Jou somewhat desperately. But he might as well not have spoken — Jou had fallen asleep with his face half-pressed against the balcony window, mouth slack and glasses askew, as several Digimon raced back and forth picking scraps off his forgotten plate.
Michael went back to his partner. “Betamon, am I having a good time?”
Betamon’s eyes shone as he looked up with his mouth full of cake. “Mmmphhggg!”
“Time for games!” Hikari announced, striding into the center of their cramped circle. Her hands were full of disposable wood chopsticks. “Let’s play Ousama Game!”
Suddenly Michael wished there was alcohol.
~~~~~
The clock struck one a.m. Everyone stared at their chopstick. In spite of the lack of heat in the room, more than one person was sweating.
“So…” Daisuke glanced around. “Who’s the first king?”
After a moment, Yamato sighed. His head dropped in his hand as he raised his chopstick.
Takeru whistled. “Nice going, big bro!”
“Shut up,” Yamato grouched.
Taichi smiled big. “What’s your command, my liege?”
Yamato seemed to think, though Michael got the impression he was more feeling sorry for himself than coming up with some great plan. “Number two and number six, finish your drinks.”
“Whaaaat,” Mimi whined. “That’s boring! Besides, all we’ve got is soft drinks!”
“When you’re the king, you can make the rules,” Yamato snapped back.
Shoulders drooping, Mimi took an unhappy glance at her cup and knocked it back. “Whatever, I’m number six.”
Koushirou said he was number two, and polished off his oolong tea without any fuss. The chopsticks were collected and drawn again. Michael laughed softly to himself, having drawn number five for the second time in a row.
“Ooooh, I’m the king!” Miyako said with excitement. “Let’s get things started! Numbers five and twelve have to kiss!”
Mimi let out a whoop. “Yeah, that’s my girl!”
“And not just a little peck on the cheek! I want to see passion!”
Ah. Now he understood Hikari’s plan, though so far it wasn’t working out quite how she’d hoped, Michael guessed. With an easygoing smile, he lifted his number five chopstick. “That’s me. Who’s the lucky number twelve?”
“That would be me.” It was Taichi who answered, laughing so hard he was barely coherent. “Oh man, Michael. I gotta apologize. My breath smells like fried fish.”
“Here.” Yamato passed him an Altoid. Taichi popped it in his mouth, then leaned forward, expressive lips puckered.
Unable to keep from grinning, Michael peeked at Mimi. She mimed dip-kissing the air. With that for encouragement, Michael put his hands on Taichi’s shoulders and kissed him full on the mouth. He heard a few of the girls cheer, and someone — Yamato, he thought — gave a hum of approval. Seeking to draw out their laughter, he kept going, climbing over Taichi until he was just about on top of him. Taichi didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact it felt as if he was shaking with silent laughter. One of his broad brown hands crept up Michael’s leg and squeezed his butt.
That sent the group into hysterics. Michael and Taichi finally broke away, both with silly grins and flushed cheeks.
“Welcome to Japan,” Taichi said when there was a break in the laughter. “What do you think of our traditional greeting?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure if I’ve mastered every nuance.” Michael frowned in mock disappointment. “Maybe we should keep practicing.”
“No, you will not.” Michael’s heart fluttered as Mimi inserted herself between his legs. She leaned towards him, breath tickling his nose. “That was fun and all, but now I’m jealous. If you plan to practice, practice with me.”
Mimi was so pretty. He never forgot how pretty she was. He’d thought so in junior high, when they’d first met, and the first seedlings of puppy love sprouted. And he’d thought so while she experimented with makeup, a new hairstyle and color every month, because she made everything seem so much fun that how could he help it?
In middle school she hadn’t taken his crush seriously. In high school she’d put off him strongly enough that he’d stopped asking, tried dating other girls. After all, he was good-lucking, and friendly, and the son of a famous actor — most girls were flattered if he paid them attention. To say Mimi’s rejection made him want her all the more would be a mischaracterization. Michael thought he was made of sterner stuff than that. It was just that he genuinely had more fun with her than with anyone else, and whenever he thought he’d got her out of his system, there’d she be again. And finally, their senior year of high school, she’d accepted his feelings and agreed to one date. The one turned into two, then three, and so on, until they found themselves celebrating their three year anniversary and unable to remember a time when it was different.
He loved her, and he thanked the heavens every day that she loved him back.
Mimi settled into his lap and drew his head down. Michael didn’t hesitate as their lips met. Her body molded against his, warm and melty, the fuzzy stuff of her sweater tickling his neck as her arms wrapped around his neck. Like he’d done so many times, he lost himself in the enticing pressure of her pink lips, her lashes butterfly soft against his jaw.
At last they parted, both breathing a little faster usual. She gazed back at him, and gave a little laugh.
He was thinking about something to say when Jou poked his arm and handed him a couple of chopsticks. “If you two are ready to join the rest of us,” Jou said with a wry smirk.
Red-faced, Michael took the chopsticks — eight and thirteen — and handed thirteen to Mimi. She seemed comfortable where she was, curling up against his chest as she inspected her number.
Iori was the new king. His decree was for numbers one and four to exchange socks for the duration of the game. This became entertaining when it turned out that one was Daisuke and four was Hikari, and Hikari’s powder blue cat-face socks in no way fit on Daisuke’s much larger feet. Hikari flat out refused to put on Daisuke’s, which were red and green and Christmassy, but more than anything smelly. They were instead draped over the TV set.
Next Ken drew king, and set numbers twelve and three (Takeru and Miyako) in a competition to see who could recite “Jugemu Jugemu” all the way through the fastest. Neither could remember all the words, so it ended in a draw.
Sora challenged numbers ten and eleven (Daisuke and Yamato) to name as many animals in English as they could. Yamato beat Daisuke soundly. Daisuke implored Michael for help, but perhaps having imbibed a bit too much of the social culture here, Michael responded: “Sorry, I like to watch you suffer.”
Daisuke got his chance for revenge the very next turn, savagely declaring, “Numbers seven has to give number two a piggyback ride!” But seven turned out to Taichi, and two was Hikari, so in the end it was a pretty poor attempt at vengeance.
They played a few more rounds, until most everyone had had a go at being king. Taichi held the record for taking the most commands. Only Mimi had yet to be King, so for the last round, it was decided that the king stick would go to her regardless. As the other chopsticks were being redistributed, Mimi stretched and climbed out of Michael’s lap, announcing that she had to take a bathroom break.
“You can’t wait until your turn is over?” Sora asked.
“I’ll be quick.”
She was, in fact, quick — too quick. How she’d had time to do anything more than open and close the bathroom door was anyone’s guess. Michael watched her with narrowed eyes as she made her return, visiting around the circle before she finally sat down next to him. There was a glint in her eye that spelled danger. But before Michael could quiz her, Mimi had picked up her king stick and straightened.
“Her royal highness Princess Mimi decrees —” She flourished the stick theatrically, leveling an imperious gaze on her gathered friends “— that numbers five and nine must kiss.”
Yamato stuck a finger in the air. “We already did that one. No repeats.”
“Since when?”
“Since now.”
Mimi’s lips scrunched to the side. “No, you can’t just make up rules.”
“Yamato, it’s cool.” Taichi covered up a yawn as he spoke. Many of the paty guests were flagging by this time, their Digimon partners already passed out in their laps. “I’m five. This is like, the eighty-fifth command I’ve got tonight. What’s one more kiss?”
Mimi smirked at Yamato in triumph. Yamato rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Who’s nine?” Taichi asked, blinking sleepily around the group.
At first no one answered. Michael watched heads back and forth. Number nine did not come forth.
“Aw, come on.” Mimi stuck out her lower lip. “It’s the last round! Who’s going to give up in the last round?”
No one answered. A grin splitting his lips, Taichi scratched behind his ear. “I guess whoever’s number five really doesn’t want to kiss me,” he quipped.
“Me,” mumbled Koushirou.
It took a minute for it to register that he had spoken. Then they were all looking at him at once. “What’d you say?” Taichi asked, but already the heat was climbing in his face.
Slowly Koushirou raised his chopstick: number five. “It’s me.” His dark eyes were unreadable.
Taichi licked his chapped lips. “Y-You don’t have to. It’s just a game.” He gave an awkward laugh. “Right, Mimi-chan?”
Mimi looked like she might protest, so Michael put a placating hand on her knee. She peered up at him, and sighed. “Right,” she said reluctantly.
There were no doubts in Michael’s mind that Mimi’s “bathroom break” had been more about sneaking a peek at what numbers Taichi and Koushirou pulled so she could play matchmaker with her turn as king. For all her many wonderful qualities, she did have a penchant for meddling. At least, he thought, she did it mostly when she felt she could make all those involved happier, and not for vindictive purposes.
But Koushirou had yet to respond, and as the pause in the festivities stretched out longer, Taichi’s usual happy-go-lucky expression crumpled into disappointment, and then further into something like shame. He stood up, muttering something about putting the dishes in the sink.
“Koushirou,” he said before leaving, “don’t worry about it, ’kay? Honestly, it’s just a game, it’s not supposed to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
He picked his way between Yamato and Sora to get to the door that led to the kitchen, and had just opened it when Koushirou found his voice:
“I want to.” Koushirou’s whole face was cherry red. He didn’t seem able to look anyone in the eye.
Taichi stared at him with a look like a dead fish. Koushirou raised his head, voice wavering but clearly mustering all his courage to repeat: “I want to.”
In an instant, Taichi grabbed him by the elbow and hauled him out into the hall, closing the door behind them.
Mimi turned to Michael, a smug look on her face. Michael did his best to look stern. “You shouldn’t have done that, missy.”
She had the gall to look offended. “Done what? Show them how stupid they’re both being?”
“Mimi-chan, you’re not supposed to know who has what numbers in this game,” Sora sighed. Clearly she’d noticed what Mimi was up to as well.
“Oh, like I’m the bad guy here! Haven’t we been watching them pine for each other for way too long?” Her arms flew up in a gesture of exasperation. “It’s like a soap opera! The kind where no one admits their feelings until someone’s lying half-dead on a gurney!”
“Mimi-kun,” Jou groaned.
“At least, this way, they finally have to talk it out, am I right?”
“The idea that those two will figure it out on their own does seem kinda hopeless,” Miyako put in with a shrug. Beside her, Daisuke and Takeru nodded in agreement.
Yamato pointed, rather rudely, in Mimi’s direction. “Do me a favor and don’t chase a career in relationship counseling.”
“Shortcake,” Agumon mumbled in his sleep.
After that the conversation turned to other things.
~~~~~
By the time everyone went home, it was three in the morning.
“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” Michael accepted the bag of leftover matcha cookies as he said his good-byes. “I had a lot of fun.”
“No problem,” Yamato said. “Sorry our party ruined your date night.”
“Oh, no.”
“Next year we should do something that’s actually Christmas-related,” Mimi suggested. Michael laughed.
Leaning against the door jamb, Yamato quirked his brow at her. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Snowball fight?”
“Right, because it snows in December in Tokyo so often.”
“Well, baking cookies or… I don’t know, Michael, what’s a good Christmas activity?”
Michael blinked. “Uh… maybe Christmas carols?”
“Oh, that’s a good one! Yamato-san can play the guitar! And I can sing!”
“And the rest of us?” Sora asked, smiling.
“Eh, you can play the spoons.”
“I’ll spend next year practicing.”
Mimi grinned, and Michael tightened his grip around her shoulders. “Are Taichi-san and Koushirou-kun not going to come say good-bye?” Mimi asked.
“I’ll ask.” Yamato stuck his head into the adjacent room. “Mimi wants to know if you’re going to say good-bye.”
“Bye, Mimi,” Taichi’s voice shouted.
“See you,” Koushirou added. Neither seemed about to leave the position Mimi had last seen them, leaning side-bye-side against the fridge, Koushirou explaining some new MMORPG he was into and Taichi stealing every chance he could to plant kisses on the top of his head. She allowed herself a secret grin. Alright, so maybe her meddling had been out of line. But who was going to complain at this point?
Sora was planning to spend the night (chances were Koushirou would stay over too). Mimi and Michael were the last to leave, cradling Palmon and Betamon in their arms as their partners slept away. In the elevator, Michael bent over and kissed Mimi’s forehead.
“What was that for?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Just because.”
“I like that reason.” They reached the first floor. “I’d return the sentiment but you’re rather taller than me.”
“Another time, then.”
“Tomorrow?”
“If you so desire.”
“I do so desire.” Her arms were full of Palmon so she couldn’t hold his hand, but she walked as closely as she could, bumping shoulders every other step. “I hope you had fun tonight.”
“Oh, I did. Your friends are a riot. And Betamon loved the chance to spend time with your partners.”
“I think he loved the food, mostly.”
“That too.”
The road they were on was well-lit with street lamps and fluorescent signs. Even at this hour, there were a fair number of cars rolling by. Michael wondered if Tokyo ever slept. New York City never got any true silence either, he reflected. Maybe, for that reason, he liked that he and Mimi could walk home together like this, not saying a word. Just being together.
They reached her apartment. “I’m not sure if I should invite you up,” she said. “Seems like a waste since you booked a hotel and all.”
“I’ll go to the hotel tonight. We can… talk tomorrow.” He chewed his lip a moment. “I noticed you guys didn’t exchange gifts.”
“Oh, yeah, we don’t do that so much on Christmas here.”
“Well, I brought you something, but I think I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” His heart thumped in his chest.
“Aw, you shouldn’t have! I don’t have anything for you.” She looked crestfallen for a half a second. Then she pumped her fist. “Come early tomorrow, I’ll make you breakfast!”
“Alright.” His throat felt dry. “Tomorrow, then.”
“It’s a date. Good-night, Michael.”
“Good-night, Mimi…”
Feelings of elation mixed with fear as he walked to the hotel alone. Love, he figured, was like that — the very height of emotion. More than any other earthly thing capable of creation or destruction and difficult to predict which. He fingered the little velvet box that had remained in his coat pocket all evening. Tomorrow — he’d wait until tomorrow. He’d wait a hundred years for love, and tomorrow, he’d make sure she knew it.
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