Saturday / May 5 / 5:00pm / Bakery ; Yamato’s Birthday Party
[ 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.
“Yeah, I’ll go-” he started to say. But then he felt movement in his arms. Patamon was waking up. Yamato was glad about that, he really was. Good, the digimon was alright. Maybe he didn’t need first aid after all? Still, Yamato should run and get the kit Mimi had.
At least, that’s what he was going to do before Patamon bolted out of his arms.
“Wait,” he mumbled. “Patamon wait! Takeru told me what happened. But you guys need to…” Yamato sighed. Technically, he supposed, they didn’t need to do anything. Takeru and Patamon could do whatever they wanted, it wasn’t like anyone was forcing them. “You guys can get over this if you want to,” he corrected.
Mimi was probably pretty upset. This was one hell of a party. Hell being the key word.
Koushiro stared at Yamato. If they wanted to? He didn’t care what he was thinking, but there was no way he was letting Patamon simply fly away as if nothing happened. Koushiro wouldn’t let that happen. Before Patamon had a chance to leave, he ran to hold him in his arms.
“You’re staying here until you receive treatment. You of all Digimon should know you’re in no condition to fly, especially with Digimon of their caliber on your trail. I don’t know exactly everything that happened between you and Takeru, but that doesn’t justify you acting stupid. Sit tight.”
From the way Mimi insisted on getting Yamato to go to her house to pick up the first aid materials, it was clear that she wanted to get him alone with her to talk about something. The question then was, “what exactly was on her mind?” If it was about the incident a few days ago… He just hoped it’d steer away from that.
“Yamato, would you go? I believe Mimi requested it.”
When he finished, he realized how commanding he sounded, almost condescending. Koushiro had no intention of doing that, since it’d only lead to misunderstandings and even more conflict than there already was. He could only hope that Yamato wouldn’t notice, and if he did, that he drop the subject matter altogether.