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See, /this/ is what I do when I can't get anywhere for real. x_x
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"A Gabumon, huh? Curious."
Yamato shifted uneasily, nodding his bowed head. Ayanokouji eyed him and the blonde could feel hazel roaming over him.
"And you're father is also named Hiroaki, not to mention you're nearly a blonde version of him. ....I would say the coincidence is too much; I put a lot into searching for him, without a single lead. But...." The CEO looked thoughtful, almost wistful. "...Did he marry Natsuko?"
Yamato forced his head up to face Ayanokouji; if they were the same, then green-haired man needed to have eye contact, as much as he didn't want to. "They're divorced now, but... they still talk on occasion."
The silence was founded off of a thin sheet of expensive glass; one word would cost so much...
"Yamato?"
The blonde flinched, but otherwise kept up his courage.
"If your father is my Hiroaki, then.... if you would, please tell him, 'Aya-san says 'ho.'"
Psst! I heard him call Yama a 'ho!
Really? I can't hear a thing!
Can't see a thing either.
Kou-saaaa~ Do something!
I can't do anything, Miyako!
Both in the room blinked as the tiny voices broke past the barrier of the door. Yamato glared at it and stalked over there, grabbing the handle and throwing open the door. As expected, eleven different shapes hung for a moment, before they poured into the room, one on top of the other like an avalanche of bodies. Yamato's eye ticked.
They blinked simultaneously, and blinked again, before one wiggled himself free of the pile and stamped over to Ayanokouji. He was pouting, but not your regular pout. This pout was one of accusation and scrutiny. "What right do you have to call /my/ Yama a 'ho?! Are you trying to get him in the sack because he looks like some guy you once knew?! Tell me!"
Taichi's outburst left a quiet of its own, before Ayanokouji doubled over in laughter. The brunette's expression fell into disbelief and confusion, his jaw slack at the site of the laughing CEO. An arm wrapped around Taichi's waist and Taichi let Yamato drag him back to the pile; he never saw the smirk on the blonde's face.
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Dinner was over, and Ishida took to clearing the table and washing dishes, all the while telling Yamato to make sure he did his homework. He never noticed how quiet his son had been, passed it off as nothing without seeing it. But when Yamato didn't move from the table, Ishida new something was up. "Never pegged you as the type to think so much on a weekend, Yama."
Yamato jerked his head up at his name. "Wha-- oh. ...Oh. No.. it's okay. It's not much, nothing to worry about."
Ishida lifted an eyebrow in his direction as he turned on the hot water. "Yama, you may think I don't know you that well anymore, but some things never change, even after years of not having enough time for you. You still have that expression when something's eating at you. How about enlightening me?"
Yamato pursued his lips together. "Dad, why... why weren't you bothered by Gabumon's presence when Vamdemon attacked the Real World? You acted as though he was a friend, rather than an evil creature..."
Ishida never missed a beat in washing a plate. "The Bakemon that attacked the station were more frightening than Gabumon. When I came home in rags, yes, I was surprised. And I was about to start attacking him, thinking that he was evil and... doing something to you, but.... you looked so content, happy with you beside him, like you were connected in a special way. And you were. That's how that night went."
So how did you know his name? "Dad?"
"Yes?"
".....Aya-san says 'ho."
"Aya-san?" For a moment, the Keeper of Friendship thought that it meant nothing, and his father wasn't the one Ayanokouji was looking for. It sent a pang of disappointment through him, like he'd let Ayanokouji down... But the sound of a plate crashing against the rim of the sink and bouncing down to the floor, breaking into a hundred pieces, suddenly reassured him. Ishida rounded and put his hands on the table, wide eyed and purely shocked. "...Ayanokouji?"
Yamato didn't say anything; his mouth didn't seem to work. But that was alright, since Ishida did the talking for him. "You-- you know Ayanokouji?? You've seen-- Where?! Where do you--?!" His breathing was harsh and heavy and turned his back to Yamato again, threading his fingers into his bangs tightly... Yamato didn't know what to do.
"Aya-san...."
The blonde's ears perked. /That/ sounded better, at least on his guilt. It was full of sorrow, devotion, maybe admiration. His father had to know what he knew. "Koushirou tracked him down after Gennai spoke to him of the first Digidestined. ...You were apart of that group, Dad. And you also had a Gabumon."
"....I did." Ishida swallowed, memories he wanted to forget assaulting his mind. "I had a Gabumon, but the time I joined them, it was late in the journey. Ga-- .. My Gabumon only made it to Champion level. Centarumon. ...All the screeching of our Digi-formers nearly drove me out of my mind when we had to go up against Creepymon. And Centarumon wasn't anywhere in their league. I was useless to them.
"But when it was over, I was taken back to the Real World almost immediately. ....Never found any of them."
Yamato's heat sank as he heard the other side to the tale of Hiroaki. Vaguely, he wondered what would have happened if the other Alpha-destined had had any kids. Were the very children he travelled for months with only a second choice method? "He's in Tokyo, a CEO of some business or another. ....He was very interested in finding you."
"Heh." The sound was empty. "I'm not too surprised. ...He twisted my perceptive of life right around. I had a crush on your mother back then, but it was Ayanokouji who kept me company. I.. I think I might have..." He trailed off; Yamato had a feeling how it would have ended however.
Yeah Dad. ..I think he does too.
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"A Gabumon, huh? Curious."
Yamato shifted uneasily, nodding his bowed head. Ayanokouji eyed him and the blonde could feel hazel roaming over him.
"And you're father is also named Hiroaki, not to mention you're nearly a blonde version of him. ....I would say the coincidence is too much; I put a lot into searching for him, without a single lead. But...." The CEO looked thoughtful, almost wistful. "...Did he marry Natsuko?"
Yamato forced his head up to face Ayanokouji; if they were the same, then green-haired man needed to have eye contact, as much as he didn't want to. "They're divorced now, but... they still talk on occasion."
The silence was founded off of a thin sheet of expensive glass; one word would cost so much...
"Yamato?"
The blonde flinched, but otherwise kept up his courage.
"If your father is my Hiroaki, then.... if you would, please tell him, 'Aya-san says 'ho.'"
Psst! I heard him call Yama a 'ho!
Really? I can't hear a thing!
Can't see a thing either.
Kou-saaaa~ Do something!
I can't do anything, Miyako!
Both in the room blinked as the tiny voices broke past the barrier of the door. Yamato glared at it and stalked over there, grabbing the handle and throwing open the door. As expected, eleven different shapes hung for a moment, before they poured into the room, one on top of the other like an avalanche of bodies. Yamato's eye ticked.
They blinked simultaneously, and blinked again, before one wiggled himself free of the pile and stamped over to Ayanokouji. He was pouting, but not your regular pout. This pout was one of accusation and scrutiny. "What right do you have to call /my/ Yama a 'ho?! Are you trying to get him in the sack because he looks like some guy you once knew?! Tell me!"
Taichi's outburst left a quiet of its own, before Ayanokouji doubled over in laughter. The brunette's expression fell into disbelief and confusion, his jaw slack at the site of the laughing CEO. An arm wrapped around Taichi's waist and Taichi let Yamato drag him back to the pile; he never saw the smirk on the blonde's face.
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Dinner was over, and Ishida took to clearing the table and washing dishes, all the while telling Yamato to make sure he did his homework. He never noticed how quiet his son had been, passed it off as nothing without seeing it. But when Yamato didn't move from the table, Ishida new something was up. "Never pegged you as the type to think so much on a weekend, Yama."
Yamato jerked his head up at his name. "Wha-- oh. ...Oh. No.. it's okay. It's not much, nothing to worry about."
Ishida lifted an eyebrow in his direction as he turned on the hot water. "Yama, you may think I don't know you that well anymore, but some things never change, even after years of not having enough time for you. You still have that expression when something's eating at you. How about enlightening me?"
Yamato pursued his lips together. "Dad, why... why weren't you bothered by Gabumon's presence when Vamdemon attacked the Real World? You acted as though he was a friend, rather than an evil creature..."
Ishida never missed a beat in washing a plate. "The Bakemon that attacked the station were more frightening than Gabumon. When I came home in rags, yes, I was surprised. And I was about to start attacking him, thinking that he was evil and... doing something to you, but.... you looked so content, happy with you beside him, like you were connected in a special way. And you were. That's how that night went."
So how did you know his name? "Dad?"
"Yes?"
".....Aya-san says 'ho."
"Aya-san?" For a moment, the Keeper of Friendship thought that it meant nothing, and his father wasn't the one Ayanokouji was looking for. It sent a pang of disappointment through him, like he'd let Ayanokouji down... But the sound of a plate crashing against the rim of the sink and bouncing down to the floor, breaking into a hundred pieces, suddenly reassured him. Ishida rounded and put his hands on the table, wide eyed and purely shocked. "...Ayanokouji?"
Yamato didn't say anything; his mouth didn't seem to work. But that was alright, since Ishida did the talking for him. "You-- you know Ayanokouji?? You've seen-- Where?! Where do you--?!" His breathing was harsh and heavy and turned his back to Yamato again, threading his fingers into his bangs tightly... Yamato didn't know what to do.
"Aya-san...."
The blonde's ears perked. /That/ sounded better, at least on his guilt. It was full of sorrow, devotion, maybe admiration. His father had to know what he knew. "Koushirou tracked him down after Gennai spoke to him of the first Digidestined. ...You were apart of that group, Dad. And you also had a Gabumon."
"....I did." Ishida swallowed, memories he wanted to forget assaulting his mind. "I had a Gabumon, but the time I joined them, it was late in the journey. Ga-- .. My Gabumon only made it to Champion level. Centarumon. ...All the screeching of our Digi-formers nearly drove me out of my mind when we had to go up against Creepymon. And Centarumon wasn't anywhere in their league. I was useless to them.
"But when it was over, I was taken back to the Real World almost immediately. ....Never found any of them."
Yamato's heat sank as he heard the other side to the tale of Hiroaki. Vaguely, he wondered what would have happened if the other Alpha-destined had had any kids. Were the very children he travelled for months with only a second choice method? "He's in Tokyo, a CEO of some business or another. ....He was very interested in finding you."
"Heh." The sound was empty. "I'm not too surprised. ...He twisted my perceptive of life right around. I had a crush on your mother back then, but it was Ayanokouji who kept me company. I.. I think I might have..." He trailed off; Yamato had a feeling how it would have ended however.
Yeah Dad. ..I think he does too.