Saturday / May 5 / 5:00pm / Bakery ; Yamato’s Birthday Party
[ Mimi wasn’t bad enough to take all the credit for herself. Plus there was the fact that they were brothers, so she would look kind of bad. Lastly, she wanted them to be happy, and they were. With eachother. Mimi couldn’t get in the way of their relationship like that. It would be plain rude!
“It’s more than a good idea, Takeru.” She just HAD to correct that statement. Even if it wasn’t that fun yet, it would be.
Yeah… Koushiro’s presence here was her fault. She had asked him to come, without thinking about it much. In fact, she still wasn’t thinking of the consequences that involved him. Mainly because she was glad that he was here, and that was usually enough to distract her from everything else.
Looking back over at Takeru, she quickly answered his question. “Let Koushiro get settled first!” And that was that for the moment, because her attention went right to Yamato when she heard his compliment.
“Thank you! It took a good few hours, so I’m glad you like it. It tastes better than it looks.” The batter did, anyway. That fact was purely an assumption, though. Mimi didn’t really eat the cake herself. Yamato would get first slice, since it was his birthday and all. But yes, she was quickly in a good mood again, and hopefully that erased whatever leftover tension there was lingering in the room.
Once Koushiro speaks up, she gives him her full attention. She hadn’t really got a chance to look him over, but now she does. And he’s dirtier — dirtier than usual. Mimi doesn’t have to think long to know that something went down. The cuts he has on himself just strengthen that thought. Before she gets a chance to express how worried she is, he goes on and she falls speechless, waiting for him to finish speaking before she does.
She remains speechless, even after he stops talking. She’ll speak, but she waits for the others to speak, since this is really a moment for Takeru to talk to his partner. Interrupting things was something Mimi tended to do without thinking, but she would never do that in this situation. Since Koushiro has no gifts, she was going to announce that they could go on with the cake, but she decides to wait on that because of those reasons. ]
Takeru had not been expecting anything like this. Mimi’s reassurance that the party had been a good idea and that fact that his brother actually seemed happy about things so far were scattered from his mind the moment Koushiro started talking. His eyes zoned in on the small orange body as Tentomon brought it in. Knowing exactly who it was. His partner, who he had not seen for years and had not wanted to see. Here, in the Bakery, crashing the party that he now clearly knew had been one of the stupidest ideas he had ever had.
His fists clenched a little as Koushiro finished his little, not so heart-warming speech about how it was a time of ‘celebration’ and he shouldn’t fight with Patamon. How dare Koushiro even do something like this? It was bad enough when he had been pestering Takeru about it non-stop but to bring him here? He knew that Koushiro did not know the real reasons behind why he had Patamon weren’t together anymore, the only person he had told so far was his brother, but any normal person would have seen how much it upset Takeru and stayed away from it. But not damn Koushiro and his little ‘if we work together we can save everything’ idealism.
Not making any move to take Patamon or saying a word to Koushiro he turned to the others. Because if he did talk to Koushiro he would end up yelling at him and ruining the party or beating him up which he had a feeling would not be appreciated by anyone but him. He gave a weak smile to his brother, the only one who might have an inkling of what Takeru might be going through this moment, “Your present is behind the counter. You can get mad at me about it later, I’m sure you will.” He then looked to Mimi, she was going to be so mad at him for doing this, “I’m sorry Mimi. I promise I’ll pay you back for all the decorations and everything.” Without another word he turned and walked straight out of the Bakery, without a second glance at Koushiro or his own fallen partner.
He had not really wanted to leave, it would probably ruin the party, but any way he looked at the situation the party was ruined now, at least for him. He knew it wasn’t really his party, it was Yamato’s, but he would be the worst person to have around now if they wanted to have a good time. He wasn’t that good at pretending not to fall apart. Was it childish of him to run away, probably? But he’d never claimed to have grown up properly after all that had happened.
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.”