Sometimes the first school wasn't the right one. And it didn't necessarily mean he didn't belong in any school.
She knew she'd get sick if she ate it all, but the soft squishy pink looked too appealing to resist.
Juri's memories of her mother were indistinct and dull like a once bright cloth washed too many times.
Ryo found himself rediscovering a side of the real world that didn't translate over to the Digital one.
"You had this sappy dreamy expression on your face," Hirokazu chortles afterwards, as they sit around eating lunch. "So did Juri. Dreaming about your kiss last night?"
Akari didn't remember signing up to be Taiki's babysitter, but somewhere along the line she'd become exactly that.
Light Fang and Night Claw are tangled in a mess of blood and mangled bodies and no-one quite knows why they do this, or keep on doing this. Or the ones who know don't say, and all everyone can do is try and play their cards to the best of their ability with the knowledge they have and the pawns at their disposal.
It was easy to mistake him for a cat in the dark, but it wasn't a mistake she should have made.
In the fragile peace between Hokuto's death and the coming of Kamui, there was still hope and hopelessness. A sympathiser of the Seals, and an Angel.
[drabble collection] Fifty moments, one hundred words each, looking at the twins after the Digital World.
Gigi might have been her driving force, but it was Black who was her main inspiration.
He'd amassed a lot of things during his travels, but none of what Gatomon had shown him.
It was easily her worst ever. And not just because of the accident.
She spent the night at Chief Glare's house after escaping the infested DARKmoon. And had coffee with his partner Ophanimon in the morning.
The door to their dream was right there, but still unreachable without wings. And humans weren't given wings.
Once the Brave Snatcher is completed, time will start moving again.
Beneath the guise of a game is two friends: one trying to cope and the other trying what she can to help.
[AU] Kouji only learnt about the lives of his mother and brother when they were dead, when buried things couldn't pass through the earth to the grave and had to come back up again. But just as neglecting the living leads to a death beyond sight, delving too deep into the lives of the dead can cause the soul to flake away inside.
It wasn't a particularly memorable event, but definitely an awkward one. Only because neither of them really knew what to do without the terminal separating them.
Raining, shattering, glass only begets more pieces. Pain only begets more pain. Despair only begets more despair. And all of those shut out the light and leave space for the darkness. After Leomon's death, it's Jeri and her breaking heart - and the hole the D-reaper sneaks in to.