Saturday / June 23 / 1:21am - Shopping District.
[ She felt stupid, after what he said. It was a slap in the face, and she was glad that he really didn’t slap her. Her face was fine, but she couldn’t find the words. Was this real? Did Takeru, did everyone know her secret? Did everyone hate her for it? She was already on the verge of tears. His laughter didn’t make this easy, and she couldn’t even stand to look at him.
Palmon was staring at him — angry expression. Almost ready to attack. She was about to, since Mimi said nothing. Mimi was just there, standing still. Like nothing was happening. Like she couldn’t believe this. Palmon was going to take action and she started to run at Takeru. But then something changed. She was gone, no longer besides Mimi. She didn’t know where she was. “Mimi…”
Mimi looked up as soon as the scenery changed. She couldn’t see anything, not Palmon, not what the room looked like. Not even Takeru. But she could hear him, and that was unsettling. She had no comment to make, didn’t want to hear his words. Things were getting somewhere, and now he just crushed everyone’s ambitions. ]
A dark chuckle sounded in the darkness around Palmon. “Things could have been different Palmon,” Takeru murmured to the digimon, almost in a sad way, “You could have been a good asset, like myself, but Mimi-chan needs to be taught a lesson.” With that it was like invisible ropes grabbed at Palmon, stringing her up in the air with no way to escape.
“Mimi,” Takeru called out so that Mimi could hear him. “Are you scared yet? You should be. You’ve gotten confident over the years. Confident that you could poison the digimon that visited your shop, that you could fight back some how. I used to be confident like that but I was wrong. And soon, you’ll learn that you’ve been wrong too,” he explained to her. When his words finished it was like a light seemed to appear, illuminating the bound Palmon. She was all that could be seen in the darkness, nothing else but the plant-like digimon fighting against her bonds.