Boku no Rhythm wo Kiitekure [open]

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The rain had its ways in being wonderful.

Not only was it a great time for slumber, for those that were at home, or deserve the rest, after a long day of work, but was also one rich with opportunity.

Digimon weren't much known to be a real thing, outside of those who hadn't somehow stumbled across it, like in wards such as Shinjuku-Ku, where sights were common.

But with organizations involved with keeping these creatures and news a secret, it wasn't an everyday sight.

Though she did find herself wishing in her heart, that it might one day could be. There were many of them who weren't as bad as the more rampant ones out there.

Her own Terriermon being one of those. But she understood that change could be difficult, and that a secret like this, might be better off staying as one.

Introduce itself little by little, although in a less threatening way than what was going on.

That was partially the reason why she was even out here. She was dressed in the camo wear that her faction was known for, her face hidden by a gas mask, and her raincoat pulled over her head for extra measure.

It was a strange sight for certain, but it was the brink of the night, and raining, so most wouldn't be roaming out.

Pacing joyfully ahead of her, and wearing its own little raincoat, her Terriermon, had to have been enjoying the weather much more than she ever really could.

That was what she just loved about the Digimon, and many of the other more friendly ones they came across.

They held the sense of spirit that most just didn't have nowadays. Unconditional kindness to people around them. She wanted so much to protect its happiness.

"Not so fast, little one. You might end up falling."

She smiled as she watched it slow down, its arms reaching out to catch the falling droplets of water, which even while it was turned away from her, she knew it was amazed at. It didn't seem to rain much in its world.

She would likely be just as happy, being able to experience something as natural as the weather here. One of the reasons she also didn't want it to go too far on its own, is because they didn't know the ward too well.

Coming here in the first place, was because of business she had, with tutoring a kid who lived here, and whose family was paying quite well for her to go and do so.

She was booked for a good couple of days, but just because the area was unfamiliar to her, didn't mean she would stop her usual patrolling around a ward.

There could be rampart Digimon roaming around here, or one that might just end up appearing here in the real world. Either way, she knew she could help.

Members of her faction had their own interests to look out for. Had the tendency to be under the radar, which she did actually agree with for the most part.

But conditions like these, especially when it came to the chance of giving her Digimon happiness, was just too perfect to go and ignore. She had to go and take it.

Alleyways were the most likely a Digimon was likely to wind up in, as the streets were more obvious, and if that had been the case, she would have spot it.

There was hesitation in deleting a Digimon, if it didn't seem to be rampant, although it would have to act accordingly, if it truly didn't wish to be so.

"Oh! Enemy Digimon, spotted!"

One of her hands was holding onto her digivice, with five cards tucked underneath it, while the other was holding a large umbrella that would keep things dry.

The voice of Terriermon crying out what it usually did when it saw its fellow man, had made her eyes widen, as she joined it in an alleyway, where it stopped not too far.

A Digimon with particularly sharp yellow eyes was near a dumpster, and who she could only guess must have been dumpster diving. Though was it really hostile?

"Hiya, I'm a Terriermon!"

"If you're one of those trouble making Digimon, we're going to have to delete you."

Her Digimon would know what to do if it attacked.

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It was a sad thought, really.

The idea that these Digimon, whether rampant or not, found themselves having to look for scraps to eat.

She was sure if people had only knew of their existence, and treated them with the kindness she knew they had, it wouldn't have been difficult for it to get food.

But that just wasn't something that could be so easily done, even if it was to humanely prevent the alternative method of theft, or simple dumpster diving such as this.

Digimon didn't require sustenance, but the joys of actually eating, she knew was likely even more appreciated by these creatures, than humans ever could.

What was going on, even if there didn't seem to be a mess now, could prove to be one, if it hadn't found what it was looking for, like the others they came across.

She gave it a warning, her thumb pressed against the screen of the device she was holding, watching as it had let out a sigh, before it spoke. Though she knew an ability like that was natural, and had for about 4 years now, she always took interest when one did speak.

The tones were always quite different, and greatly displayed the kind of intelligence one had. Her own Terriermon, wasn't the brightest sort, but it meant well.

The response hadn't been what she had figured it would be, having assumed it was looking for food. Its answer had also had a certain implication to it.

"So you belong to someone then?"

"You have a Tamer, too? Can we meet them?"

Her head was slightly tilted to the side, and although she wore a gas mask to hide her face, the gesture should have been enough to indicate that she was curious, and not at all seeming to worry about its change in stance.

She was proud, actually, of being able to teach her Digimon of being able to pick up these kind of assumptions, based on what was being said.

It had also managed to remember to use the word 'them', rather than just announcing what it wanted to see. She wanted to pick it up and pat it on the head, knowing it was showing progress everyday, with its learning. But that could be mistaken for an attack.

So she hadn't budged beyond her curiosity, and in the moment of her Digimon's question, the patter of the rain seemed much more louder in her ears.

"I'd have to say that Tara's right. If you're not a Digimon that just came into this world, and you do have someone you can call a partner, then you're not like the others we met. A meeting would be fruitful, since we don't know the area too well, and we're looking for more wild Digimon to battle."

The mask that she was wearing, although made it a bit more muffled, couldn't hide the fact that she was a female. One who spoke with a rather careful tone, relieved that the Digimon seemed to admit he wasn't trouble.

Why else would he be delivering trash? A task like that required someone to have given it first. This person in charge of it, might also very likely accept the experience that came with two Digimon fighting each other.

Though she wasn't really going to force it, if they didn't want to either. They would just have to go elsewhere.

There were plenty of Digimon, around.

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She was open to new experiences.

To be corrected by a Digimon, wasn't particularly new, as both these creatures and humans had perspectives they wanted to share, which would not normally be heard.

But it was a good measure in continuing to see how much intelligence one of these guys actually had.

This particular Digimon spoke in a certain dialect, and one which was rather consistent with theatre plays.

She found it charming, even though it was meant to have corrected her thoughts of these creatures.

A lot of which she knew somewhat resembled the animals of this planet, and depending on its intelligence, was something she couldn't help but see them as.

It was wrong, as the Digimon actually was correct that they weren't owned, but creatures that worked alongside them. Though habits could be difficult to break.

"Ah, I'm sorry. It's easy to assume, with how most Digimon on their own, are ones we've fought."

"I own this coat!"

While she had bowed apologetically upon hearing the criticism, her Terriermon had chimed in, using the word it recognized, and correctly referring to itself.

She still remembered times when its speech was more of the reverse, referring to things like objects, as if it was its own entity, rather than just something lifeless.

"I see. That's a bit disappointing, trying to look around for a guide."

With the pattering of the rain, and her Digimon's own antics, as it took interest in the coat it had mentioned, she could hardly say she felt bothered by the exchanges.

But she wasn't the type to worry about such things either. Verbal matters were always rather picky, knowing what offended someone, likely wouldn't with another.

Her cards and digivice was pocketed away, as she had noticed the Digimon seemed to be pocketing his own piece of weapon. An action she had saw as rather positive.

"Of course. Too much rain would normally make the regular creatures here sick."

"Drinks are nice."

The suggestion for tea as a sign of good will, was always something which could prove beneficial. For the Digimon it was getting him back to where he had been.

While for them, it was temporary shelter from the rain. Her Terriermon nodded as if something wise had been said, and she assumed it pictured water.

There wasn't really much she introduced it to, when it came to drinks, although with good intentions, seeing the creature as young for its age.

"Thank you. We're apart of the Web Troopers, and the Nightmares have really been the only other group with a standard dress. It's not something that has to be followed, but it does provide protection for our identities."

In her eyes, and she knew it was likely the same for the other factions, her own had meant well with what it did.

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Happiness was a virtue.

For the Terriermon, it was the simplest things in life that most would just brush off as nothing interesting.

They just couldn't step back and see from the Digimon's perspective of things. It wasn't the brightest, she wasn't expecting it to really be filled with knowledge either.

The Digimon was young, as far as it had acknowledged itself, and she was more than willing to teach it.

And a lot more than she could ever do, when it came to those she had tutored in her more personal life.

She could take the long-eared creature, nearly anywhere she liked. Share the kind of memories that her friends just couldn't always be around to help create.

Things were different, with it around. Her life was different. It wasn't just work and studying anymore, where she had to endure the dull moments of life alone.

She could create them now, and have someone just as willing by her side, to go along with it.

The sight of her Terriermon proudly shaking its coat as it had chimed in, she felt was deserving of a hug.

To be able to recognize what it owned like that, was only something which would continue to have it become much more like a person, than just the Digimon it was.

She hadn't missed the snorting from the other Digimon, who was more than adept at communication.

Lots of qualities that if it weren't for the appearance, would fit right into the regular society here.

Only a slight smile, which he wouldn't be able to see anyway, was given at her Terriermon's gesture.

She found the best thing to ever really do when it came to something she disagree with, was to smile.

Nothing which several of these she personally knew, would actually go for, but that was just them.

Conflict wasn't something which always had to be necessary, if there wasn't any signs of a need.

"It seems like it, doesn't it? But our involvement began because there was already others in the first place. Approaching things without support, would have proved difficult."

Beyond what connections she had made, nothing was really keeping them from leaving the faction.

The time that they had already gave, which was already four years worth, had been experience enough, to make it on their own if they so wished to go and do so.

But why turn down a place of belonging? Following after the Digimon, as he had led them out of the rain, and into shelter, the difference was rather noticeable.

The patter of the rain had grew only fainter, as she closed the door behind them, and what splatter of rain was on their clothing, would likely dry up with time.

She had taken off her gas mask, holding it near her arm, as she helped the Terriermon out of its rain coat, not wanting it to wear such a thing indoors.

Stroking around its head, she had turned it around to where it would seem they would be sitting together, its coat carefully draped over her own one.

"It's a nice place. Thank you for having us."

She gave it a short bow, while the Digimon's eyes had lit up.

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It seemed like a quaint place.

Although any home really would, when one didn't know anything about it. From what she could see however, there wasn't really a reason to go hiding anything.

The place was reasonably small, recalling how the Digimon had mentioned living with an old man, who for whatever reason, thought it wise to take it in.

Whether it was due to some onset of age, she was rather curious about, seeing as the man was accordingly blind enough for it not to worry about it being seen.

There were of course other rooms leading towards who knows where, but the small table that was around, really was enough for a quick stay like this.

Some time away from the rain, was all that was really necessary, and while they hadn't already been here for too long, it did feel like it was working.

But a big part of this feeling had likely lied in how long she usually had to wear her gas mask, when out in public this late of the evening, with her Terriermon.

It was nothing she couldn't bear if needed, but to be away from something like hiding her identity, was nice, even if it was something that was just temporary.

With her host just being a Digimon, and the real owner of this home having a visual disability, she would hardly say she was worried about hiding away.

Moments like these were rather rare as well, so she was enjoying it as best as she could have, before they would have to go back out there again.

"If you don't have honey, we could just go with green tea. Biscuits would be more for Tara, to decide on her own. I'm not one to eat more than necessary."

"Sweets? I like snacks too."

The Digimon, who had gone over and stared at the door leading into another room, turned away upon hearing the conversation going on. Honey, was what it associated with sweets, out of all the things she had introduced.

Though it was at least better than having the Terriermon associate the word with candy. The Digimon would no doubt take quite some time to even chew through any biscuits the other Digimon could bring out, as it nibbled more than anything else. Like a pacifier.

"Though don't let us trouble you, if it's too much. Being away from the rain, is already quite rewarding."

She had added onto her Digimon's response, as she watched the other Digimon move around from her position at the table. Next to her, she had taken off her slingbag, and placed the relatively wet objects, ontop.

He was swinging that tail of his rather awfully fast, for someone who had resigned to the idea of having to fight them if needed, when they were outside earlier.

Was it actually more nervous than it seemed? Her Terriermon had sat across from her, putting its hands onto the small dining table, which took her attention.

Who could resist grabbing those little hands?

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Chubby wasn't the right word for it.

The arms of her Terriermon, she didn't think were larger than it really should have been, so a better description would have had to be flabby, for what she was feeling.

It was just so soft, and the way the Digimon followed her movements as she moved its arms, was adorable.

The table in between them was currently pretty barren, allowing her to freely just hold its hands, slowly moving it from side to side, as if it was a conductor of an orchestra. A rather amusing thought if she ever had one.

"You remember this, don't you? Just pretend this was his stick."

She curled out a single fingertip, suddenly giving this particular hand more attention than the other.

"I do. It was a good show."

"What did you like about it?"

"When he went like this."

The Digimon stopped its arms, and as she moved her hands away, it began to move them on its own.

Long and fast, that single fingertip still sticking out, it brought back memories of what the Digimon was referring to. The conductor of the performance they had watched on TV, had sped things up at one point.

A decision which had the Terriermon leaning forward in her arms, when they had watched it together.

Recalling could always be a tricky thing for it, so for the Digimon to hold attachment to something like this, easily placed a smile onto her face, seeing it.

The sight of its ears suddenly twitching, and it turning away from her, had gotten her attention as well.

The cause of the Digimon's curiosity, seeming to be rather faint sounds of crunching, if she wasn't mistaken. The guy must have really needed it.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, sir!"

If there was one thing about this particular Digimon she noticed, even with all the shakiness she had seen, it was its intelligence.

Possibly the most mannered she had ever seen, and she could very well empathize with any pride he must have felt being different.

Her Terriermon hadn't hesitated in grabbing the biscuits, and she did enjoy the tea for what it was, as the food didn't partake her interest.

Not because it didn't look appealing, but it had always been a habit of hers to eat at particular times, or very little when out with friends.

Something which they would have attributed to being the cause as to why she could feel so troubled on some days, more so than on others.

But it was her life, and what mattered more to her than anything else, was giving her Terriermon memories that it would look back on fondly.

"It's very well done. How long have you been in this world? A lot of people would have trouble preparing something like this."

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