#fallingdarknesswarrior

"Kouji...?"

Kouichi could feel the other's weariness as surely as he felt the earth beneath his feet, shared by proximity. With every step, gravity seemed to be clawing at his eyes and shoulders and heels. The warmth of his brother's presence kept Kouichi buoyed, but something sharp like worry entered his blood from where his fingers met Kouji's. A glance at their grasped hands, and then to his twin's face. Sometimes it was still strange to see a manifestation of his mirror image, instantly recognizing the expressions and emotions. Yet, he wasn't sure what he should say...

"You could stay over, if you want. You can always stay at our place."

His fingers in Kouichi's held fast, and he sighed. Maybe he had tied his bandanna too tight? He had a headache. Finally looking at his twin as they walked, Kouji spoke up.

"Wormmon, I told you to shut the fuck up and stop squirming."

Of all the partners in the digital world, he'd been burdened with the stupidest one. That was his only thought as he jostled his backpack in a pointed warning, no regard given to the passerby who might hear the small squeak come from within. Obviously Wormmon couldn't be out in plain sight, but odd behaviour from a random child's backpack wouldn't get anyone's attention.

The Masks We Wear [THIS WAS ON PURPOSE THIS WAS ON PURPOSE THIS WAS ON PURPOSE LMAO]

  “ Through a fresh wind… This digivice will purify you into a beautiful and just soul! Digicode scan! ”

The unlucky troublemaker's Digicode unwrapped from its body, the strings following Fairymon's D-Scanner. What was left was a confused digimon, probably manipulated by the many Dark Area demons into causing havoc. Maybe it'd become a kinder creature this time.

Mission accomplished, it was time to rest. The Digicode now dissipating Fairymon's form, revealing a golden-haired girl, who giggled and clapped her hands.

" Commozione!! And I didn't even need to make all the mess the boys make! With a bit of strategy and care, any villain can be defeated without destroying the village they're attacking. "

"Ah, excuse me..."

After what felt like ages of searching, she finally found the book Angoramon wanted... only for someone else to be standing in front of the shelf. She tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, too impatient to wait.

“Hello, Doctor Kimura.” She doesn’t look sick despite being here for a doctor’s appointment. Unless you count a lack of distinct facial expressions as a symptom of something.