tamerlogs | [Closed] Fruit Picking Shouldn't Be This Hard

Who: Hajime, Kouga, and their partners
What: attempts at gathering fruit for Ebidramon go awry
When: early April
Where: Material Jungle

Hajime hadn't really wanted to get involved any more than he had to, but Cutemon was another story. Cutemon wanted to get into all the things! Do all the things! And considering that Cutemon was this close to signing them up for babysitting duty, Hajime knew they had to do some sort of job. Going to retrieve some fruit from the jungle seemed as though it would be easy enough for Cutemon to handle and feel included, with the added bonus of getting a bit of time away from the ever-bustling Access City. Piece of cake, right?

It should have been a piece of cake, anyway. It's just that Cutemon decided he wanted to get the very best fruits, and when Hajime's back was turned, he found a really nice basket of really nice fruits! He did not realize they belonged to someone! And even when he tried to apologize, that apology wasn't good enough! The Diatrymon who owned the fruits was really not very happy with him at all.

Hajime has none of this backstory. All he knows is that he heard Cutemon yell, and then he turned to see a crying Cutemon running from a very angry Diatrymon. It is with this in mind that he quickly transforms to Chalice and charges at the angry Digimon, heedless of how any sort of effect this place has had on his powers might hamper a battle with an Adult-level Digimon.

Surely nothing can go wrong.

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It's lucky Cutemon ended up partially in between Hajime and Kouga. Hajime would have reacted pretty violently otherwise. As it is now, his transformation belt's back and he's got a card in his right hand. The left's moved to cover Cutemon. "The hell was that?!" He knows what it was, knows that look. The look of someone who's realizing he's looking at a monster.

Cutemon has stopped in his work and is just staring back at Kouga with big eyes. "He's my Tamer!"

Should he attack? Should he not? He's not sure. He also isn't sure what the other intends to do with that card, given the cards that he's seen already.

His jaw sets and he steps back again, giving Hajime a bit more space.

"I don't know what you are, but you're not a Horror. As long as you're not a threat to humans, I'll let you live."

"Kouga, what are you -" "Quiet. ... My job is to protect humanity from monsters. Horrors are the biggest threat. But if I find that you're a threat, I won't hesitate to cut you down, tamer or no."

He'd had to cut down other monsters before. Beings held together by spite... but not humans. With very few exceptions, not humans.

The card is there in case Kouga tries something; Hajime doesn't trust the other not to attack. He gently moves Cutemon out of the way and gets to his feet. Not like he's got any advantages in the height department, but it's the principle of the thing. "I would like to see you try."

Master of diplomacy over here.

"He's not gonna hurt anyone, you big meanie!" Cutemon looks fit to be tied. "You're the only one threatening to cut people over here! You're just as bad as Diatrymon!"

"I've cut down worse than you."

He looks down at Cutemon and sighs. He hates explaining himself, but maybe he does owe the little thing an explanation.

"My world's been threatened numerous times by monsters. Monsters that take human form. Your tamer isn't human. Humans don't bleed green." Not in his world, at least.

... Maybe they do in some other world, but he's banking on that not being true.

"Kouga, you're being mean!" Wanyamon huffs and growls slightly. "Even if it's your job at home, you're not there!" "That doesn't mean my responsibility stops!"

Before Hajime can bite back at Kouga with some remark that would paint himself as one hell of a monster in a heated fit of ego, Cutemon cuts in, stepping in between the two of them. "Hajime's protecting people too, you...you...poopyhead!" He's got his cheeks puffed up and he's looking pretty upset. "I dunno why you're making such a big deal over blood. It doesn't matter." He pauses. "Poopyhead."

What are you supposed to say after that? Hajime doesn't know.

The remarks don't seem to deter him in the slightest, and he just sighs. "It does matter, but I suppose I can't get that across to you." He doesn't have time to deal with pointless exercises. He finally sheathes his sword.

"Dodomon -" "Wanyamon." "Whatever. We're leaving. We'll find fruit to pick elsewhere." He meets Hajime's gaze and then finally turns, white coat billowing behind him. He takes a few steps away, careful to make sure that he keeps his senses aware in case the other tries to attack.

When the sword sheathes, Hajime puts away his card. His transformation belt vanishes. He remains staring at Kouga as Kouga leaves, though he doesn't try anything.

Cutemon pulls down one of his lower eyelids and sticks his tongue out at Kouga. It is the only respectable way to end this conversation.

Good. He's done with this. He's going to figure out what to do later. Wanyamon hops along, silent and upset. He looks back at Cutemon and frowns, before hurrying after his tamer.

Kouga doesn't look back, just disappears into the brush.

[Closed] Fruit Picking Shouldn't Be This Hard

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