ハザードのテイマー

So I have this weird headcanon that the tamers all get tattoos reminiscent of their partners when they get older. It started out with Ruki, and then kinda spread through the rest of them.

So Ruki has the most. She got the thigh swirlies when she was 16, without her mom’s consent (needless to say she was grounded, and the fake ID she’d used to get the tattoo confiscated and cut to pieces). When she turned 18 she got the symbol on her stomach, which was taken from Taomon’s design. Takato and Jen went with her that time and got their tattoos. Ruki decided to get yin-yang symbols on her hands last, but it’s very difficult to find tattoo artists who will ink visible parts of your skin like the hands and face. Ryo bet her she wouldn’t find one within 2 months, but when she did he had to go get his tattoo along with her.

Okay wow that was long.

Jen’s tattoos are on his biceps, and are modeled after the faces on SaintGalgomon’s missiles.Takato’s is Guilmon’s hazard symbol. It’s a little off center from his stomach, so when his arm is down it covers at least half of it.

Shaochung’s is really just sharpie, but she plans on getting it done! It’s the chinese character for Rabbit, which I assumed was the emblem on Antylamon’s chest, because the wiki pictures wouldn’t give me a very good view.

Juri’s are Leomon’s scars, to represent that she’s been wounded and healed (or something, I don’t really know). Hirokazu’s is that weird wheely thing that was on Guardromon’s chest. Kenta’s is just a heart. You can kinda tell I had no ideas for these three

Pretty Boy Ryo’s tattoo is of Cyberdramon’s wings, which here are poorly drawn and not raggedy at all because weird perspective pose.

"But it can’t be everyone, right?" he inquired, wanting to force the other to consider some positive aspects to his life, if there were any. "There are definitely still people who believe in the Takato from back then. It’s not like you’re a national criminal running on an insanity defense. You’re still you."

Terriermon, who was atop Guilmon’s head, looked over at Takato and happily cheered, “Momentai! Everything will be fine!”

Jenrya couldn’t help but smile at his Digimon’s response to the conversation at hand. His carefree and lax nature was a stark contrasting personality to his own, but the pair miraculously served as perfect complements to one another.

“You’re over here…what do they call it? Courting chaos? Yeah. You’re over here courting chaos, treating it like a normal conversation.”

"Guess you can say that," he finally said after collecting his thoughts, crossing his arms across his chest. "But me being calm doesn’t have anything to do with your mental state."

Jenrya tried his best to hold back a slight chuckle at the other’s accusations, ultimately letting out a small smile. “I’d like to think you give me a bit more credit than that. You said so yourself, I’m calm because I can logically think about things.”

As far as Jenrya was concerned, this relationship could still prove to be useful in the end. He may still be able to profit from pretending, from “caring,” from exploiting a small vulnerability he saw in the Tamer. He just needed to capitalize on it.

He looked over at Guilmon, frowning. He remembered when Guilmon would wake in tears, wrestling at his blankets, whimpering over the things he’d done as Megidramon. Takato could do little to comfort each and every time.

The blue-haired male scratched the back of his head when Takato began rambling, unable to decipher what he was trying to convey. The guy clearly wasn’t sane mentally, which was made even more obvious by his sudden shortness of breath.

“Sick physically, not so much. Eating a lot more.” He didn’t seem bothered. “Although everyone else says my brain’s taken a road trip. You must’ve heard or you wouldn’t be so calm—but that’s you, isn’t it? Calm. Always calm.” He shook his head.

Leaving the two Digimon to catch up on their own, Jenrya began approaching the other Tamer, albeit reluctantly. It would be socially deemed as rude for him not to. Upon reaching the brunet, he held out his right hand for a handshake, much preferring that over an awkward hug.

“Nothing’s ever alright with me,” he answered, as if Jenrya should already know that. He shook his head. “I don’t know. That’s weird, huh? I don’t know. Usually I know. I don’t remember but I know. Now I don’t remember and I don’t know. Where’s all this led to?”

Albert Einstein once defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Taiki was never quite sure if he agreed with that, because wasn’t normalcy, in theory, the common thing that happened over and over again? There was a very small line between those two things.

It was completely fascinating to see a person that completely embodied this idea.

Taiki watched the crimsone-eyed boy mutter to himself, something nonsensical as his eyes darted around, examining his surroundings. He’d been warned many times before about Takato, that he was too crazy, to dangerous, to insane to deal with.

He could agree with the fact that Takato, at the very least, had psychopathic tendencies, but didn’t they all? This boy just chose not to hide that side of him like the rest of them did.

After speaking to him a couple of times, Taiki couldn’t help but notice a pattern, something that he wondered if anyone else did. Takato was actually very, very much in his right mind, as in he didn’t seem to have any real mental illnesses or anything like that. Of course, without proper tests, that was impossible to tell, and Taiki doubted Takato would go to the hospital for tests just for his own curiosity.

It fascinated him how much realism there was to Takato’s words. Sure, it was best not to stray to close to him, but whenever he spoke, there was a tone of truth, acceptance. He could see people for what they really were and had no problem calling them out on that. He didn’t live in a world of material wealth or denial. He accepted what he was, he accepted his reality and who everyone else was (acceptance and liking were two very different things - after all). 

"He’s crazy." "A psychopath." "There’s something wrong with him." "Something off." "He’s evil." "Too dark." "He’s insane."