Saturday / May 5 / 5:00pm / Bakery ; Yamato’s Birthday Party
Yamato was also speechless. Patamon? Patamon beaten up? Oh no… Yamato honestly was glad to see Patamon, but he knew Takeru wasn’t. After what his brother had told him about why the two weren’t together anymore… No, he knew Takeru would be leaving. He wanted to stop him, to wrap him up in a hug, but he got the feeling Takeru wouldn’t appreciate him doing that, so he stayed put. He didn’t care about presents, and he really doubted he’d be angry about whatever Takeru got him, unless it was really expensive of course. But he nodded anyway as his brother spoke to him and offered a small smile before Takeru walked out.
He’d probably go looking for Takeru later, but Yamato knew Takeru needed some time. So instead, Yamato walked over to Tentomon and took Patamon up into his arms. Patamon looked so… hurt. He wasn’t sure what to do.
“Do you have a first aid kit?” he asked as he turned to Mimi, trying to think of some way to help him. What was he suppose to do? Digimon weren’t people. Did he try to fix it like he would a person’s injury? He wasn’t really sure. And he wasn’t Jyou. That’s who they needed right now. Hopefully, Patamon would be ok with just a little rest.
And after that, he’d go find Takeru. Hopefully his brother would be a little calmer then.
Koushiro simply watched as the blond casually ignored him, said his farewell of some sorts to Mimi and his brother, and walked out the front door. He should’ve expected this kind of response from him, considering he was so reluctant to giving him the information in the first place. Perhaps he gave him a false lead to try and steer him in the wrong direction then? That was also a possibility. In any case, Takeru wasn’t going to take back Patamon it seemed. Well, for the time being, anyway. In the meantime, Takeru just needed to grow up.
Although he was rather relentlessly cold towards Takeru, he felt ashamed that he was the reason that this party suddenly headed downhill. If it was a get-together dedicated to him, it would have been a bit more justified, but it wasn’t, and the time and effort that Mimi spent decorating her bakery was now wasted.
To make matters worse, Takeru had gotten his brother a present. That meant that each person there besides the guest of honor brought something to the table, yet the only thing he brought was conflict and a more than tense atmosphere. So not only was Takeru’s mood ruined, but Mimi’s, since the party was essentially a failure, and Yamato’s as well, because his own brother had left for something he had done.
While Yamato and Mimi rushed to try and provide any help to the injured Digimon, Koushiro went through all of the possible consequences as a result of the night in his head. For one, things were already shaky with Mimi, ever since the night where he… Yeah. And they hadn’t talked much after that either, which was bound to continue with this stunt he just pulled.
Yamato… He was never one to talk much about anything to Koushiro anyways, so he didn’t worry too much about that. But his brother Takeru. He knew where he lived - he gave him the apartment in the first place. Koushiro wondered if he’d go as far as to reveal his residence to the Digimon somehow by dropping a clue here and there to ensure that they find it. Sure, he was a friend in the past, but with the current situation as a whole with MaloMyotismon, nobody could be trusted. With anything.
He’d talk to Takeru first and assess his mental stability. If he proved to be explosive and unwilling to communicate efficiently with him, he’d pack the little things he had and leave the apartment the same day. If not, then he had the liberty of staying. It’d come down to what exactly was going through the guy’s mind.
For now, treating Patamon was the top priority. Fixing him up would mean a greater force on their side against MaloMyotismon, and that’s exactly what they needed. Only if Jyou were here, he’d know what to do. He did become a Digimon doctor years back, and there was little chance that he forgot the practice.
“I guess we can just treat his cuts with some antiseptic and wrap him up with some gauze - that is, if Mimi has any of that.”
[ Moments flew by, turning into minutes. Takeru looked far from happy, and that wasn’t happening. Suddenly everything was tense - leaving Mimi confused at the turn of events. He had just got his partner back, and now he was quiet. The silence was what was making things tense. Mimi could assume from this point things weren’t going to go good.
And she was right. Takeru wasted no time announcing the fact that he was leaving. It was immature, it was wrong. Koushiro just did a good thing and of course she was angry. But she held it back for the sake of keeping things less tense than she’d end up making it by lashing out. She had good reasons too — more than one. She didn’t even get a chance to talk back, yelling or not. Like that, he was gone. Mimi wondered how he could do it that easily. Surely he’d feel some major shame. Maybe not in the moment, but it WOULD hit him hard.
She had to take a few breaths though, to calm down. It wasn’t that hard for her to go from happy to pissed off. Seriously, it was like this party was giving her major mood-swings. Drama wasn’t what she wanted to go down in this party, but it was happening. Mimi couldn’t have prevented that, but she could let it go. For now, and that was the best way to go about it.
Opening presents and actually having this party wasn’t something that wasn’t on her mind at the moment. Patamon was hurt, and they had to do something. Takeru was heartless for leaving his partner because of petty issues. Patamon needed him because of the injuries. Everything was just going really bad at the moment, and Mimi was panicking enough as it was.
No, they didn’t have any kits here. Shaking her head, she sighed. She hated to say no, but it was true. This bakery wasn’t really a place of accident. Not on Mimi’s end. Or Palmon’s. Speaking of her partner, she was paying attention to Patamon, very worried herself. Mimi wasn’t saying anything, but that didn’t stop Palmon from commenting on the situation. And it wasn’t very nice. True, but she was making things kind of worse herself.
“My apartment has one, I think.” She eventually added, having to think about that. “Do one of you wanna go fetch it?” They both knew where she lived, and it wouldn’t do them any good if they went together. “Yamato, you should go. Me and Koushiro could stay here and watch Patamon while you look.” Mimi and Koushiro were another thing that made things tense — even if Yamato didn’t. Besides that, Mimi had a feeling Koushiro would want to talk to her. Or even explain himself. That was more of something Mimi wanted herself. It could work out though, so why not? ]
Takeru slumped against the wall of an alley a few blocks away from the Bakery. He squeezed his eyes shut to stop the world from spinning and tried to calm his breaths that were coming in short pants. He knew he was having a panic attack and he hated it. He had been lucky to keep calm looking long enough to get away from the party. Seeing Patamon always did this to him, triggered a panic attack like this. It had not happened often, there weren’t many Patamon flying about after all and the only other digimon that could trigger one in him was a Devimon and there weren’t many of those either. Still, it made him feel like a weak and horrible person when it happened. All he could think about was what had happened with Patamon and how scared he had been and how much guilt he felt for doing that to his partner.
After maybe ten minutes or so he finally started to calm down. His mind wandered to what might be happening at the party. They probably hated him. Well, not his brother since after his explanation the other night he knew Yamato would understand but the others would hate him. He hated the fact that he actually cared about what they thought of him, it was so easy for his old friends to just tear him down because despite how much he had changed they still seemed to think of him as the little kid they had first known. The child that started crying when things went wrong, that everyone in the group felt they had to protect because he was the baby. He knew that in many ways Mimi and Koushiro still thought of him that way.
He shoved himself away from the wall with a frown. Fine, they could hate him if they wanted to. It wasn’t like he could change their minds anyways, he doubted even if he explained to them what had happened it would change anything and he did not want to explain something that hurt him so much to someone he didn’t fully trust anyways. His brother was the only one who fit that description. He didn’t know what Mimi’s reaction might be to the story of what had happened but Koushiro would undoubtedly just tell him to get over it because they needed him and Patamon to fight the good fight as it were. What bullshit.
Whatever though, they could hate him. He didn’t need them anyways. Did he want them as friends? Yes. But did he need them? No, he didn’t. He had gotten along fine before without them and he would continue to do so.
Meanwhile, at the Bakery…
Patamon stirred in Yamato’s arms. His eyes blinked open blearily as he tried to bring focus to his surrounding. What had happened? He remembered fighting, and losing, and then the rush of air like flying before he blacked out. As the store came into focus he looked up at who was holding him, prepared to try and get away if it was an enemy. But it was Yamato. Patamon’s eyes teared up a little at seeing an old friend after so long. His eyes traveled to the other people in the Bakery as they seemed to be discussing what to do to help him. There was Mimi and Palmon and Koushiro and Tentomon. It must have been Tentomon and his partner who saved him because they were the only ones who could fly.
Patamon wondered for a moment if Takeru had been there. From the pensive and somewhat angry looks on the faces of everyone he probably had. Patamon was glad that he had left though. That had been a confrontation he’d been avoiding for years, as much as he missed his partner. They had their reasons to be apart, reasons that clearly no one here knew about. Which meant it was time to go before they tried to pry answers out of him. This was between Takeru and himself and everyone else could just fuck off about it.
With a grunt Patamon launched himself out of Yamato’s arms, only managing to glide over to a table. He panted a little to catch his breath before looking at everyone. “Thank you for saving me but I should be going now,” he said quietly. He doubted it would be that easy though.