Category: Digimon

Life doesn’t get much worse than this. I’m sixteen years old, I had a stupid crush on one of my good friends, and I can’t get over it. What the hell is wrong with me? Sometimes… it feels like I’ve gone through love and hatred and indifference and caring to their most extreme degrees. It’s…

(Koushiro’s pov) “So… what do we do when he wakes up?” I glance over at Taichi wearily. “Figure out what you’re going to do with us, I suppose.” He leans back, face carefully neutral. A few hours ago, I probably would’ve called it a blank look. “I’ll have to talk to Ken about that,” he…

“I don’t think he meant to let some of those things slip,” Taichi is saying. He takes a sip from the mug of cider he had the barmaid bring him – my partner doesn’t believe in drinking on assignment, and especially not early in the morning. “He told me directly that he and Daisuke have…

(Koushiro) I can say with absolute certainty that I do not like this. Not at all. In behind me on the horse, Daisuke shifts, trying to balance without hurting himself. Fortunately, it’s not necessary for me to be an expert rider – as I haven’t ridden one myself in quite some time. That may be…

 (Ken) “Ichijouji! Hold up!” I stop in my tracks, nearly tripping over the thick carpet in the palace wing reserved for highborn “royal” mercenaries. The voice that just barked out my name in a commanding tone that I know all too well belongs to my superior – and, incidentally, the man who trained me in…

The moon was clear and almost full in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the yard outside a small, respectable-looking house. Something dropped to the ground with a muffled thump, half-hidden in the shadows. The silver veil of the moon seemed to shiver slightly as a boy climbed out of the window after his possessions…

“We’re not the same,” Hikari said – and that was that. Not the same. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I stood there watching her pack – leaning against the doorway to what had been our room – and I didn’t really know what to say. Except for one question… “Why?” She stopped…

Yamato approached Koushiro’s place of work trapped in the throes of something akin to complete and utter boredom. With Taichi gone, and Takeru and Daisuke otherwise occupied, he was left to his own devices – and that started to wear thin after a while. Yamato wasn’t interested in getting involved with mortals the way his…

“Typical, Taichi…” Yamato sat alone at the same café that his best friend had confessed to taking his love interest on their first “date”. He was half keeping an eye on Sora, who was chatting with one of her more enthusiastic henchmen at one of the tables, and half musing about the short list that…

Koushiro stared at his employer in dismay. “Are you sure?” Jyou lowered himself into his chair with a long-suffering sigh, looking absolutely wretched – as he had for the past month and a half. “I’m really sorry about this… everything seems to be going wrong,” he moaned, burying his face in one hand. “That’s okay.”…