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Meanwhile, Miyako tidied up a bit and wondered what she could make for both of them to eat. She didn’t have many supplies, so they might be stuck eating instant noodles. It was the easiest, quickest, and one of the cheaper things that she could afford. Taking a few cups of instant ramen out, she got to work on boiling the water, getting enough for her, Ken, and the digimon of course.
She was quiet for the most part as she worked, but the smile still remained. She quickly got the pot before it boiled over, and filled each cup with water and the other necessary things. Part of her still couldn’t believe that she had found one of her friends, and the other part was happy. It was also another distraction. Yes, the girl was curious as to what had been going on with her friend the past little while, but she didn’t want to make things upsetting, so any questions would probably come later. Tonight, she just wanted to feel at least a little happy.
Ken poked his head back out of the bathroom, redressed and looking much better without the dirt and exhaustion on his face. Revitalized, his stomach quietly gargled at the appreciative smell of food. He wandered over to her, and would have asked if she needed any assistance, but from the look and smell, it seemed she had it under control. It was simply ramen, but you wouldn’t hear Ken complaining.
Wormmon, now awake, comment from Ken’s shoulder, “that does smell good, miss Miyako.”
Ken nodded his agreement. “Yes. Thank you for this.”
Ken looked around again at Miyako’s humble abode, but decided that questions could wait for later. He and Wormmon had a long day, and just being able to sit down and eat something that wasn’t out of the trash was life saving. He sat himself down near the table politely, eyes drawn to the technology. While he waited, he fiddled with a part, fitting pieces together.
“It’s no problem,” she said softly, turning to them. She was happy to help, she really was. If she ever saw someone in need, whether they were injured or needed food, she always tried to help in anyway she could without getting either one of them in more trouble. “I’m sorry it’s not much, I didn’t realize we were running low on supplies.”
That was a half-lie. They were low, but that was because Miyako didn’t eat much on a good day so naturally she didn’t have much food around. Hawkmon flew over to rest on the couch, occasionally watching her partner.
A couple minutes later, Miyako had walked over with two cups of instant Ramen, holding out one to Ken and one was for Wormmon. “Here you go,” she said, smiling slightly once more.
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Hawkmon looked ready to move in front of her, but she shook her head, looking down at him, before her gaze went back to Yamato. He didn’t recognize her? Well, she wasn’t too surprised… it had been a long time, after all. But still, purple wasn’t exactly a common hair color.
“It’s me, Miyako,” she replied, taking a single step back at the sight of the knife. She really should get something to defend herself, not wanting to rely on her partner for everything. She didn’t think she could handle a gun, but something.
It seriously was Miyako? It wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him? Of all the freaking - why did everyone show up now after ten years?! Naturally, Yamato lowered his knife. Especially after he realized that was Hawkmon next to her.
“I… didn’t recognize you… the glasses,” he said in lue of an apology. He wasn’t really sorry that he got defensive. If it ended up not being Miyako, he would have been in trouble.
This was just insane. Who was going to pop up next? Takeru? Jyou? Koushiro? The freaking Easter Bunny? Not that he wasn’t happy, of course. It just seemed odd that he was suddenly running into everyone after ten years of searching and coming up with nothing. He almost wanted to cry.
“Oh… It’s okay. I got rid of them a while back after switching to contacts,” she said as she rubbed the back of her neck. She let herself relax a little, watching him curiously. She didn’t see Gabumon or anyone else with him, so despite being curious, she didn’t want to upset things and put a little smile on her lips.
“Were you planning on staying here overnight? I have some extra room if you’d like to stay with Hawkmon and I,” she offered. “The digimon haven’t discovered the building yet, so it’s safe for now.”
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She nodded, the little smile still lingering on her lips. If it had been a few years back, she might have almost felt excited for another reason, but now she felt happy that at least one of her friends were still alive. “It’s not far, just a few minutes away.”
Hawkmon was looking at them curiously as Miyako spoke, having relaxed so he was just sanding beside his partner. They began to lead Ken and Wormmon toward their current home, Miyako silent for a good portion of the way. She certainly wasn’t the loud, energetic, talkative girl that she had once been.
The location was a small apartment on the other part of Odaiba, quite a distance from where she had previously lived with her family. Upon entering, Miyako kicked off the shoes she wore at the door, leaving the door open for Ken and Wormmon. It was a small area, with one bedroom, a little living area and an almost smaller kitchen and bathroom. Some things didn’t work, like some of the lights and whatnot, and it was clearly an old building, but it was something the other digimon hadn’t come across yet, it seemed. Technology was everywhere. Not exactly up to date either. On the small table in the main room sat an old looking computer that was taken apart. Miyako seemed to be repairing it, but what was the purpose there?
“It’s… not much, but it’s home for now,” she said as she turned to them, smiling a bit. “Make yourselves comfortable. I think everything in the bathroom works, too, if you’d like to get cleaned up.” It had been working before she left today, anyway. She was paying to keep this place up and running with the little money she made from her jobs and help from the resistance group. Considering she was a digidestined, that gave them hope, if only a spark.
Ken followed along behind Miyako just a few paces, not too close but also not straying far. He knew the area, but probably not as well as she did. He was only mildly surprised that she didn’t speak much to him, recalling her enthusiasm towards him from years ago. But he also understood, and just taking comfort in each other’s presence was enough. He himself was quiet and thoughtful, eyes scanning around, making mental notes.
Wormmon, having decided that there was no danger, fell back asleep in Ken’s arms, still tired. Glancing down at his partner, Ken felt very glad for this reprieve. The fly to Odaiba had taken more out of the digimon than expected. Ken squeezed the caterpillar close in appreciation, then smiled at Hawkmon with the same feeling of thanks.
Ken entered Miyako’s home behind her, taking off his muddy boots, revealing the fact that he had no socks on. He stepped into the main area, looking at all the technology in wonder. He was, for just a moment, reminded of his time as Kaiser, the only other time he could remember being surrounded by such an abundance of technology. But then he snapped his attention back to his host. Her suggestion to get cleaned up didn’t sound like a bad idea. He felt a bit self-conscious, and rude, for entering his friend’s abode in such a sate.
“Thank you..” he smiled kindly at her. “And please excuse me.” He accepted her offer, and stepped into the bathroom to freshen himself up.
Ken flicked the lights on, wrapping Wormmon in his cape and setting the bundle out of the way. His gaze was pulled towards the mirror, where his reflection looked back at him, haggard and sunken. He didn’t stare at himself for too long, always just a little fearful of seeing the Kaiser’s face there, or his brother’s.
Ken shook his head and splashed water over his tired eyes.
Meanwhile, Miyako tidied up a bit and wondered what she could make for both of them to eat. She didn’t have many supplies, so they might be stuck eating instant noodles. It was the easiest, quickest, and one of the cheaper things that she could afford. Taking a few cups of instant ramen out, she got to work on boiling the water, getting enough for her, Ken, and the digimon of course.
She was quiet for the most part as she worked, but the smile still remained. She quickly got the pot before it boiled over, and filled each cup with water and the other necessary things. Part of her still couldn’t believe that she had found one of her friends, and the other part was happy. It was also another distraction. Yes, the girl was curious as to what had been going on with her friend the past little while, but she didn’t want to make things upsetting, so any questions would probably come later. Tonight, she just wanted to feel at least a little happy.
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When she was a little bit closer, she got a better look at the person. It was a guy, and he seemed to be alone. Hawkmon was wary however, ready to jump in front of his partner to protect her if need be. Her heart jumped when she thought she recognized the familiar head of blonde hair. It was a risk, but she walked even closer.
“I… Is that you?” she spoke up when she was close enough for him to hear her. Her heart had begun to pound. “Yamato?”
After so long of going around the city, had she finally found someone? After years of searching and thinking the worst, not knowing if the other digidestined she had once considered her dear friends were either dead or alive. Perhaps there was hope yet.
The figure was getting closer. And the other one looked like they were ready to attack. Yeah, ok. He needed to get out of there. Yamato reached into his pant pocket and gripped one of his knives, then he sprang up from the bench to flee. He got maybe two steps away when the purple figure spoke.
He froze.
They knew his name? Who could know his name? Purple obviously made him think of Miyako, and he’d thought maybe it was her a few moments before. But it was just too coincidental. With his knife held in front of him, and standing in a defensive position, he answered.
“Who are you?” he asked, his tone harsh. He hadn’t meant to sound harsh, but he couldn’t really help it.
Hawkmon looked ready to move in front of her, but she shook her head, looking down at him, before her gaze went back to Yamato. He didn’t recognize her? Well, she wasn’t too surprised… it had been a long time, after all. But still, purple wasn’t exactly a common hair color.
“It’s me, Miyako,” she replied, taking a single step back at the sight of the knife. She really should get something to defend herself, not wanting to rely on her partner for everything. She didn’t think she could handle a gun, but something.
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Miyako felt like crying, out of joy of course. The first person she’d found after so long turned out to be the boy she used to have a little — or, maybe not so — crush on. Hawkmon flew down to the ground, staying near his partner after Ken had put the knife away, looking more at ease. He watched his partner, concern flashing in his eyes, but he blinked when he saw something on her face that he couldn’t remember seeing in a long time. A real smile. It was small, but it was there.
She took a few steps closer, nodding. Her heart wouldn’t stop beating fast. “Y-Yeah, I know. I’m happy you’re… okay.” Well, he didn’t exactly look it with all the mud and grime, and torn clothes, but she was glad he was still here… alive.
Looking around, she turned to him again. “Do you two have anywhere to be?” she asked, blinking. “It’s probably not a good idea to be out in the open like this and the place I’m staying at isn’t far. We could go there,” she offered.
“I’m glad to see you’re alright as well,” he nodded to her. She looked well off, if a bit skinny, but it was just so good to see an old friend. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the familiarity, the comfort of a shared past. How nice it was to let his guard down for once, even though he couldn’t be sure how much Miyako had changed after all these years.
When she asked his destination, he looked off into the distance as if to be able to see it somewhere on the dark horizon, smile gone and serious-faced. ”I do have a place…” He thought of the Odaiba Orphanage, of his parent’s house. “But when I get there isn’t important.”
He turned back to her, lips twitching up at her offer. ”Yes, that sounds like a good idea.” Everything else could wait, even his hunger - the comfort of knowing that at least Miyako was still alive filled him with hope.
Maybe this meant the others were alive as well.
She nodded, the little smile still lingering on her lips. If it had been a few years back, she might have almost felt excited for another reason, but now she felt happy that at least one of her friends were still alive. “It’s not far, just a few minutes away.”
Hawkmon was looking at them curiously as Miyako spoke, having relaxed so he was just sanding beside his partner. They began to lead Ken and Wormmon toward their current home, Miyako silent for a good portion of the way. She certainly wasn’t the loud, energetic, talkative girl that she had once been.
The location was a small apartment on the other part of Odaiba, quite a distance from where she had previously lived with her family. Upon entering, Miyako kicked off the shoes she wore at the door, leaving the door open for Ken and Wormmon. It was a small area, with one bedroom, a little living area and an almost smaller kitchen and bathroom. Some things didn’t work, like some of the lights and whatnot, and it was clearly an old building, but it was something the other digimon hadn’t come across yet, it seemed. Technology was everywhere. Not exactly up to date either. On the small table in the main room sat an old looking computer that was taken apart. Miyako seemed to be repairing it, but what was the purpose there?
“It’s… not much, but it’s home for now,” she said as she turned to them, smiling a bit. “Make yourselves comfortable. I think everything in the bathroom works, too, if you’d like to get cleaned up.” It had been working before she left today, anyway. She was paying to keep this place up and running with the little money she made from her jobs and help from the resistance group. Considering she was a digidestined, that gave them hope, if only a spark.
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After a few minutes of walking, it was Hawkmon stopped first and looked around. This caused Miyako to blink and look down at her partner, tilting her head. “Is something wrong?”
He was silent as he smelled the air, then turned to look up at her. “Someone’s nearby, in the park. A human.”
“Eh?” She blinked again. She knew she shouldn’t get her hopes up, but she couldn’t help it. A part of her hoped it was one of her friends. It couldn’t be someone who worked for MaloMyotismon, right? She’d like to think that, but luck hadn’t exactly been on her side lately. Still, curiosity got the better of the purple haired girl and she took a couple of steps closer. Maybe there was someone on the bench.
The figure was moving towards him. Not much, only a few steps, but it still got him on edge. Upon closer inspection, he realized there was another figure nearby. Was he being surrounded? Were there others that he couldn’t see around? Yamato grabbed his backpack, ready to book it the moment things seemed like they were getting hairy. If that figure got any closer to him, he was out of there.
Honestly, he should get up and discreetly move away… but he was still curious. Maybe it was the color purple. It sort of reminded him of someone, but that would be way too much of a coincidence he felt. So what, he moves into a new part of the city and finally runs into everyone after all these years? Yeah right, not possible. He was probably going to get himself killed or captured by not running.
When she was a little bit closer, she got a better look at the person. It was a guy, and he seemed to be alone. Hawkmon was wary however, ready to jump in front of his partner to protect her if need be. Her heart jumped when she thought she recognized the familiar head of blonde hair. It was a risk, but she walked even closer.
“I… Is that you?” she spoke up when she was close enough for him to hear her. Her heart had begun to pound. “Yamato?”
After so long of going around the city, had she finally found someone? After years of searching and thinking the worst, not knowing if the other digidestined she had once considered her dear friends were either dead or alive. Perhaps there was hope yet.
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Miyako was on her way back to her apartment, Hawkmon trailing close by. She’d probably move soon, not liking to stay in one place for too long, but she still had some work to finish before she did. She thought it would be what she’d be doing all night. Working kept her busy, and she didn’t want to let her mind wander. She was wearing a long, black dress with straps that went down to the start of her shoulders. The dress itself went down just a little past her knees, her hair tied up into a ponytail. She certainly looked different without her glasses. It probably wasn’t that great to wear in the cold-ish weather, but she didn’t have anything else on her except a couple dresses she had managed to get.
She walked down the sidewalk, defenseless aside from her partner should anyone try to attack. But this area seemed quiet for the most part, and he didn’t seem uneasy, so that put her at ease, if only for the moment. She was a little hungry, not having eaten anything in a while. Maybe she had something back at the apartment she could make. Her eating habits weren’t that great. She could go a day or two without eating a thing, and it usually took someone to force her to eat, which ended up being Hawkmon most of the time. She didn’t know who was taking care of who here, it seemed more like he was always looking out for her.
It was only when she was a few steps away, however, did she notice someone. Her heart jumped. He did… look familiar. It couldn’t be though, could it?
She jumped when he’d suddenly turned around, a knife in hand. Hawkmon was quick to act and flew in front of her protectively, but she was startled when she saw him holding a very familiar digimon, her thoughts and hopes confirmed as to who he was.
“K-Ken?” she asked softly.
Adrenaline was pumping through his system as Ken pulled out his knife, mind shifting into overdrive, preparing each nerve for anything. His fingers loosened around the hilt as he registered the woman in front of him, taking in how under dressed she was, looking defenseless and generally harmless. His first thought was that she seemed familiar, but not immediately so; she looked like she could have been one of the caretakers from the area.
But before he could let his defenses down, they flared back to life as a bird digimon put itself in front of Ken’s knife point, clearly in a gesture of protection, but Ken was too used to associating digimon with ‘enemy’ to let his guard down. Not until he was able to recognize Hawkmon and realize exactly who was standing in front of him.
She spoke his name, and his eyes just widened. Wormmon stirred out his arms, obviously sensing that something was going on, and hopped up onto his partner’s shoulder. Ken put the knife away and stood up in a straight, non-threatening manner, a kind look sliding onto his face.
“Miyako… it’s really you.” He just smiled, looking at her and at Hawkmon, seeing them in a different light. He could recognize the friend from so long ago in her.
He looked generally ragged in comparison to her; clothes grey and worn, cape wrinkled from travel and use, boots muddy. His hair was pulled back into a pony-tale like hers, but was tangled and messy. But under all the grime, he still looked kind.
“I haven’t seen you in so long…”
Miyako felt like crying, out of joy of course. The first person she’d found after so long turned out to be the boy she used to have a little — or, maybe not so — crush on. Hawkmon flew down to the ground, staying near his partner after Ken had put the knife away, looking more at ease. He watched his partner, concern flashing in his eyes, but he blinked when he saw something on her face that he couldn’t remember seeing in a long time. A real smile. It was small, but it was there.
She took a few steps closer, nodding. Her heart wouldn’t stop beating fast. “Y-Yeah, I know. I’m happy you’re… okay.” Well, he didn’t exactly look it with all the mud and grime, and torn clothes, but she was glad he was still here… alive.
Looking around, she turned to him again. “Do you two have anywhere to be?” she asked, blinking. “It’s probably not a good idea to be out in the open like this and the place I’m staying at isn’t far. We could go there,” she offered.
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Ken gripped Stingmon’s arm with one hand and tugged his nylon cape around him better with the other as the cold, high-altitude wind threatened to whip the cloth away. As soon as the the dark-haired man and his partner could see the glimmering lights of the city, they decided to land, tired from flying all day.
It was very dark when Ken and Stingmon touched down on the outskirts of the city in a quiet, unpopulated area. Ken unfurled his cape now that the wind wasn’t blowing in his face, and caught Wormmon in his arms as his partner devolved out of exhaustion.
He planned to walk around and into the city to look for food and to refresh his mental map. It was late but rather nice out, and it felt good to stretch his legs. But whenever he walked past the shadows of a stranger, his eyes would dart around, fingers twitching, and he Ken gripped Wormmon close.
His ears perked when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Keeping his face blank up until the other was just on his heels, Ken, in one swift movement, pulled out his knife and turned around to face the person.
Miyako was on her way back to her apartment, Hawkmon trailing close by. She’d probably move soon, not liking to stay in one place for too long, but she still had some work to finish before she did. She thought it would be what she’d be doing all night. Working kept her busy, and she didn’t want to let her mind wander. She was wearing a long, black dress with straps that went down to the start of her shoulders. The dress itself went down just a little past her knees, looking slightly torn and dirtied at the bottom. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, and she certainly looked different without her glasses. It probably wasn’t that great to wear in the cold-ish weather, but she didn’t have anything else on her except a couple dresses she had managed to get.
She walked down the sidewalk, defenseless aside from her partner should anyone try to attack. But this area seemed quiet for the most part, and he didn’t seem uneasy, so that put her at ease, if only for the moment. She was a little hungry, not having eaten anything in a while. Maybe she had something back at the apartment she could make. Her eating habits weren’t that great. She could go a day or two without eating a thing, and it usually took someone to force her to eat, which ended up being Hawkmon most of the time. She didn’t know who was taking care of who here, it seemed more like he was always looking out for her.
It was only when she was a few steps away, however, did she notice someone. Her heart jumped. He did… look familiar. It couldn’t be though, could it?
She jumped when he’d suddenly turned around, a knife in hand. Hawkmon was quick to act and flew in front of her protectively, but she was startled when she saw him holding a very familiar digimon, her thoughts and hopes confirmed as to who he was.
“K-Ken?” she asked softly.
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It was a few hours away from sunset, and the day had been long for Miyako. She’d been in one of the apartments on the other side of Odaiba for most of it, fixing up computers to get them working and possibly — no, hopefully — open a gate to the digital world. They had one computer up and running, but they needed more than that. That’s why Miyako was there. Put a computer in front of her, and normally she’d have it working in a day or so. But with the limited tools they had these days, it was harder than she’d thought. Oh well, it was a good way to keep her mind off of other things. As long as she kept herself focused on her work, and the group’s goal, her mind wouldn’t wander, her heart wouldn’t start hurting.
Miyako sighed and made her way through the park, not liking how quiet it was, not that she was asking for something to happen either. She’d been pretty much forced by Hawkmon to take a break, as she’d been working nearly all day. Of course, she’d been hesitant, stubborn, but so had he, and here she was. She wore a long, dark violet spaghetti strap dress that went down a little passed her knees and matched her hair color perfectly, and her hair itself was flowing free behind her back. Without her glasses, replaced by contact lenses, body slightly taller and thinner now, the violet haired digidestined was certainly quite beautiful. Her outfit may not have been the best for the current month and season, but it wasn’t that cold yet, and she didn’t plan on being around here for very long. Hawkmon was staying close behind her, keeping alert for any signs of danger. He knew she needed a rest, but every now and then she would come around other parts of town, in the hopes that she’d find… well, someone. Anyone. She wasn’t going to give up on finding them that easily.
Yamato rubbed his hands over his face as he sat down on a park bench. He’d finally managed to buy a coat, but of course now it wasn’t cold enough for him to need one. He still wore it, though. Next to him was his backpack filled with the few things he’d managed to replace after being robbed. He had everything with him because he was moving again. Not to a different area, but just out of that damned basement. A digimon patrol came too close to finding him the night before, so he high-tailed it out of there as soon as the sun came up. He just hadn’t found somewhere else to stay yet. Luck was not on his side.
The park was eerily quiet, something Yamato noted with a bit of apprehension. He didn’t like it. It was getting to the point where he thought it best if he moved on, but he spotted a figure walking around several hundred yards away from him. He couldn’t really make out many details, just the color purple. Something told him to stay and watch the person even though he felt like he should get the hell out of dodge.
After a few minutes of walking, it was Hawkmon stopped first and looked around. This caused Miyako to blink and look down at her partner, tilting her head. “Is something wrong?”
He was silent as he smelled the air, then turned to look up at her. “Someone’s nearby, in the park. A human.”
“Eh?” She blinked again. She knew she shouldn’t get her hopes up, but she couldn’t help it. A part of her hoped it was one of her friends. It couldn’t be someone who worked for MaloMyotismon, right? She’d like to think that, but luck hadn’t exactly been on her side lately. Still, curiosity got the better of the purple haired girl and she took a couple of steps closer. Maybe there was someone on the bench.
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It was a few hours away from sunset, and the day had been long for Miyako. She’d been in one of the apartments on the other side of Odaiba for most of it, fixing up computers to get them working and possibly — no, hopefully — open a gate to the digital world. They had one computer up and running, but they needed more than that. That’s why Miyako was there. Put a computer in front of her, and normally she’d have it working in a day or so. But with the limited tools they had these days, it was harder than she’d thought. Oh well, it was a good way to keep her mind off of other things. As long as she kept herself focused on her work, and the group’s goal, her mind wouldn’t wander, her heart wouldn’t start hurting.
Miyako sighed and made her way through the park, not liking how quiet it was, not that she was asking for something to happen either. She’d been pretty much forced by Hawkmon to take a break, as she’d been working nearly all day. Of course, she’d been hesitant, stubborn, but so had he, and here she was. She wore a long, dark violet spaghetti strap dress that went down a little passed her knees and matched her hair color perfectly, and her hair itself was flowing free behind her back. Without her glasses, replaced by contact lenses, body slightly taller and thinner now, the violet haired digidestined was certainly quite beautiful. Her outfit may not have been the best for the current month and season, but it wasn’t that cold yet, and she didn’t plan on being around here for very long. Hawkmon was staying close behind her, keeping alert for any signs of danger. He knew she needed a rest, but every now and then she would come around other parts of town, in the hopes that she’d find… well, someone. Anyone. She wasn’t going to give up on finding them that easily.
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