Category: Digimon

“You call this a party?” Takato handed the girl at the counter her change and smiled brightly for her benefit – despite the odd look she was directing over his shoulder. “Have a nice day!” Then he turned and faced his impatient-looking friend. “I never called it a party. You called it a party!” Hirokazu…

Juri pushed herself on the swing a little, watching Ryo’s feet dig into the dirt. He probably wouldn’t be happy when he heard that she’d gone to the tournament yesterday, even if she begged out of playing by using the excuse that she’d forgotten her cards and didn’t want to use any replacement set. She’d…

Takato stared at himself in the mirror. Well, not really at himself. He was looking at Jenrya in the mirror, and Jenrya’s face had a mixed expression – of resignation, of guilt, of embarrassment… but mostly of determination. Okay. Jenrya seemed to draw himself up a bit as Takato took in a deep breath. Here…

Something was laughing. Kenta frowned to himself, not quite awake yet. There were a few things wrong with the laughter he was hearing. One would be the fact that it sounded like it was coming from nearby – and no one should be in his room at that hour. After all, it was a school…

I’ve never really been a big fan of Valentines Day – which doesn’t matter much when you’re an elementary school student. But, this being my first year in junior high, somehow it’s supposed to be a Big Deal. I guess that anyone who makes it through the day without being noticed is really, really lucky.…

“I guess it worked out okay…” Miyako frowned a bit, then added, “It still would’ve been better if I’d planned it myself, of course, but it turned out all right for a situation born of almost complete chaos.” Hikari smiled. That one is best left alone. “I think it was relatively mild for our group.”…

Brooding was not an activity that Hikari believed should be allowed to make a person look sexy. In Ken’s case, brooding happened too often already – and not with good results. But she had to privately admit that he did look good leaning against the wall outside of the dance hall with his hair being…

“This is totally not my fault,” Daisuke asserted, face set stubbornly. His brown eyes met Miyako’s squarely and without the sort of eager-to-please-fall-all-over-himself nervousness they’d always held when he’d been in love with Hikari. No wonder she’d missed this. Miyako sighed. “Like it matters now,” she reminded him, and gave his clothing a tug. “Come…

Iori had to admit, allowing himself to get caught up in Daisuke’s plotting had been a bad idea right from the start. He’d known it then, and he knew it now – oh, how he knew it now. How could he not, sitting on the lid of an out-of-order toilet with his legs neatly crossed…

“That outfit,” Miyako said flatly, directing a peevish look through the crowd at her rival, “is a totally unfair advantage. It’s like… it’s like cheating. It’s a festival dance – you should have to wear a yukata to a festival dance. It’s like a rule.” “Not exactly,” Hikari pointed out, slow and cautious. She had…