Sora puttered around the kitchen, unable to keep still her nerves were frayed so. Even during breakfast, she kept rising from her seat between bites and busy herself with more preparations. There were so many things to consider! They would need someone to collect their mail while they were away, water house plants, see that utilities and rent were on automatic payment. How embarrassing would it be to return from the Digital World, triumphant and full of hope...only to come home to an eviction notice and debt?
"Shit," she murmured, scooping a few more mouthfuls of rice into her mouth before rushing into the next room to retrieve her phone from the charger. She plucked it free from the cord and had to swipe through two dozen missed calls and messages before getting to the home screen. "I have to cancel my yoga classes and gym membership before we go," she shouted as means of explanation for her sudden departure. She dialed the number from memory and pressed the phone to her ear. "Any word from Yamato and Mei-? Yes, hello, my name is Sora Takenouchi, I need to cancel my membership. I'm going on a-err...trip out of the country." No use in explaining herself to the front desk and risk getting roped into a big conversation. News of the attack traveled far and wide in the night. It was no coincidence that a lot of the messages and calls she had received in the ensuing hours were from people she had not spoken to in some time.
Typically, none of them were from Yamato or Mei. At this point, she would have taken a text from Gabumon if it meant they were on the way to the rendezvous point.
She cradled the cell between her cheek and shoulder and filled a plastic spray bottle from the bathroom tap. While on hold, she sprayed down the plants in every room, willing Honda-San, their upstairs elderly neighbor to get back in touch with her about seeing to the apartment while they were away.
"What? No, I was holding for a manager to cancel my next appointment and membership-, yes I can hold again." Muzak filled her ear so suddenly she jerked her head away from the receiver. It was a bad cover of a Teen-Age Wolves tune. "You have got to be kidding me..."
She poked her head back into the kitchen long enough to gobble down a few more bites of cooling rice and pickles, not bothering to sit this time.
Her phone buzzed in her hand with a new notification, but it wasn't Yamato or even Honda-San. It was an update from one of her social media apps and the headline told her everything she needed to know without reading the article: Yamato Ishida of the Teen-Age Wolves (and others) had beaten a giant monster at the climax of their concert. Was it real? A stunt? A product of hallucinogens in the drinking water? Either way, a media circus was gathering like storm clouds on the horizon. Whatever they did, the Digidestined would need to depart asap.
Sora turned to voice this thought to Tai but the words caught in her throat. He was the picture of calm and collected, casually munching away on his breakfast without a care in the world. As if they were taking a trip to the country for a long weekend and not a world where they would have no way of anticipating what would come next...
Yet, she broke into a smile then a wide grin when she spied the goggles in the ticket of his hair. A trick of the accessory and her own nostalgia regressed him, and he looked so much younger. Could they really find that innocence and strength again? The question made her heart ache. Yet, she smiled all the wider.
"I love you so much," she shook her head, starting to lean in for a kiss...then quickly straightened up, speaking into the phone again.
"No! Not YOU! Are you a manager? Oh, for crying out loud!"
Yamato hefted the duffel into the middle of the floor with the rest of the baggage. Would they really be able to lug all of this through the chaos of the Digital World? If things were really as bad as he feared, would it be wise to weigh themselves down with so much gear? He wondered briefly about repacking the bag and throwing a few things out. How many pairs of pants did he really need over there? He had worn the same jeans and shirt for ages during their first visit. Then again, he had been a prepubescent boy in those days and sweat glands had been kinder.
Still mulling the decision over, he stuffed his cigarettes and lighter into the breast pocket of his jacket and patted around for his phone. Mei's urging had sparked the search and when he came up empty, he glanced around the room, hunting for his missing phone until realization broke on his face like the dawn.
"Oh shit..." He bent down to scoop up the fragments of his cell phone from the floor and held them out to Mei sheepishly. "Um...can I borrow your...?" He spied the promotional phone still in its box on the coffee table. "Never mind." He fished his sim and memory card free from the wreckage and binned the rest. After jamming the slivers of plastic into the appropriate slots and turned the device on, he was surprised to find it fully charged.
While waiting for the device to complete its activation process, he internally scolded himself. They were wasting time now, all because he had turned into a petulant five-year-old and threw one of his toys. Had he ever been that immature, even as a kid? He honestly couldn't remember. Most of his life pre-junior high was a bit of a haze now, like glimpsing distant figures across a foggy street. He could only conjure up vague shapes of memories, malformed and possibly not even his own.
Yoshi was prevalent in most, usually grinning at him from behind the business end of a syringe.
"My Golden Boy has to be on stage tonight...I need you to be perfect..."
The crest bearer of Friendship...and this is the company I kept? That was my best friend?
It took a long moment for him to realize he was starring at the home screen of his new phone and a steady flood of new messages, emails, missed calls and updates all muscled their way onto the tiny screen at once, fighting to be next in line. Shaking himself out of the past, he thumbed his way through the index of contacts, finding Tai's number and hammered out a quick text message with trembling thumbs.
Shit, brother, sorry. Rough night and rougher morning. We're leaving now.
At least it wasn't a lie this time. Yamato gave himself a few brownie points for that one. Perhaps it was even a sign of things turning around. Did he dare hope? He looked to Mei, untested Digidestined of Balance (whatever THAT meant) and her tagless and crestless Digimon.
His head was crying out for a drink and it would only get louder and more belligerent as the day went on.
No, Yamato...you're crest definitely was not Hope...
"Shit," she murmured, scooping a few more mouthfuls of rice into her mouth before rushing into the next room to retrieve her phone from the charger. She plucked it free from the cord and had to swipe through two dozen missed calls and messages before getting to the home screen. "I have to cancel my yoga classes and gym membership before we go," she shouted as means of explanation for her sudden departure. She dialed the number from memory and pressed the phone to her ear. "Any word from Yamato and Mei-? Yes, hello, my name is Sora Takenouchi, I need to cancel my membership. I'm going on a-err...trip out of the country." No use in explaining herself to the front desk and risk getting roped into a big conversation. News of the attack traveled far and wide in the night. It was no coincidence that a lot of the messages and calls she had received in the ensuing hours were from people she had not spoken to in some time.
Typically, none of them were from Yamato or Mei. At this point, she would have taken a text from Gabumon if it meant they were on the way to the rendezvous point.
She cradled the cell between her cheek and shoulder and filled a plastic spray bottle from the bathroom tap. While on hold, she sprayed down the plants in every room, willing Honda-San, their upstairs elderly neighbor to get back in touch with her about seeing to the apartment while they were away.
"What? No, I was holding for a manager to cancel my next appointment and membership-, yes I can hold again." Muzak filled her ear so suddenly she jerked her head away from the receiver. It was a bad cover of a Teen-Age Wolves tune. "You have got to be kidding me..."
She poked her head back into the kitchen long enough to gobble down a few more bites of cooling rice and pickles, not bothering to sit this time.
Her phone buzzed in her hand with a new notification, but it wasn't Yamato or even Honda-San. It was an update from one of her social media apps and the headline told her everything she needed to know without reading the article: Yamato Ishida of the Teen-Age Wolves (and others) had beaten a giant monster at the climax of their concert. Was it real? A stunt? A product of hallucinogens in the drinking water? Either way, a media circus was gathering like storm clouds on the horizon. Whatever they did, the Digidestined would need to depart asap.
Sora turned to voice this thought to Tai but the words caught in her throat. He was the picture of calm and collected, casually munching away on his breakfast without a care in the world. As if they were taking a trip to the country for a long weekend and not a world where they would have no way of anticipating what would come next...
Yet, she broke into a smile then a wide grin when she spied the goggles in the ticket of his hair. A trick of the accessory and her own nostalgia regressed him, and he looked so much younger. Could they really find that innocence and strength again? The question made her heart ache. Yet, she smiled all the wider.
"I love you so much," she shook her head, starting to lean in for a kiss...then quickly straightened up, speaking into the phone again.
"No! Not YOU! Are you a manager? Oh, for crying out loud!"
Yamato hefted the duffel into the middle of the floor with the rest of the baggage. Would they really be able to lug all of this through the chaos of the Digital World? If things were really as bad as he feared, would it be wise to weigh themselves down with so much gear? He wondered briefly about repacking the bag and throwing a few things out. How many pairs of pants did he really need over there? He had worn the same jeans and shirt for ages during their first visit. Then again, he had been a prepubescent boy in those days and sweat glands had been kinder.
Still mulling the decision over, he stuffed his cigarettes and lighter into the breast pocket of his jacket and patted around for his phone. Mei's urging had sparked the search and when he came up empty, he glanced around the room, hunting for his missing phone until realization broke on his face like the dawn.
"Oh shit..." He bent down to scoop up the fragments of his cell phone from the floor and held them out to Mei sheepishly. "Um...can I borrow your...?" He spied the promotional phone still in its box on the coffee table. "Never mind." He fished his sim and memory card free from the wreckage and binned the rest. After jamming the slivers of plastic into the appropriate slots and turned the device on, he was surprised to find it fully charged.
While waiting for the device to complete its activation process, he internally scolded himself. They were wasting time now, all because he had turned into a petulant five-year-old and threw one of his toys. Had he ever been that immature, even as a kid? He honestly couldn't remember. Most of his life pre-junior high was a bit of a haze now, like glimpsing distant figures across a foggy street. He could only conjure up vague shapes of memories, malformed and possibly not even his own.
Yoshi was prevalent in most, usually grinning at him from behind the business end of a syringe.
"My Golden Boy has to be on stage tonight...I need you to be perfect..."
The crest bearer of Friendship...and this is the company I kept? That was my best friend?
It took a long moment for him to realize he was starring at the home screen of his new phone and a steady flood of new messages, emails, missed calls and updates all muscled their way onto the tiny screen at once, fighting to be next in line. Shaking himself out of the past, he thumbed his way through the index of contacts, finding Tai's number and hammered out a quick text message with trembling thumbs.
Shit, brother, sorry. Rough night and rougher morning. We're leaving now.
At least it wasn't a lie this time. Yamato gave himself a few brownie points for that one. Perhaps it was even a sign of things turning around. Did he dare hope? He looked to Mei, untested Digidestined of Balance (whatever THAT meant) and her tagless and crestless Digimon.
His head was crying out for a drink and it would only get louder and more belligerent as the day went on.
No, Yamato...you're crest definitely was not Hope...