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fizzingwizard · 3 years

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I decided to cap my favorite bits from onkei-kun’s translation of the Digimon Adventure novel so I don’t keep forgetting them. Because there are so many gold nuggets. I remember being 13 and there were all these “I rewrote Digimon!” fanfics where fic writers went episode by episode “improving” things... mostly they were not improved. (I wrote one for 02. It was not an improvement either lol). The novels, though, really do make the original show even better.

I’m starting from the beginning because that’s usually where you start!

Chapter One

File this under: Kids, where is your mom, like ever?

This insight into Yamato ;_; His parents decision regarding the kids has made him feel like he’s not really part of a “family” anymore, but since it wasn’t a decision he made himself, he continues to think of them as family and feels rejected and resentful. No wonder he cherishes Takeru - the one family bond that remains pure he has left.

Capped this because 1) i find it hilarious that they not only bothered to give this random kid Keiji a name, but even a self-appointed epithet, and 2) I love how it shows how everyone knew Taichi and Sora were so in tandem, to the point that Sora, at least, gets annoyed xD

Also Sora’s dry humor throughout is so awesome.

the internet in 1999:

step 1) have a phone line available, 2) double click your browser icon, 3) dial to connect to the Internet, 4) ANNOYING NOISE WARNING, 5) research words “bookmark” “search engine” homepage”

well done grandma. seriously I’m having flashbacks. *drinks red bull*

TRAINER wants to fight!

Koushirou: >:[

Trainer: Sorry... I’ll just be going...

Taichi: Hmm, he looks about to keel over when a strong breeze picks up. Not inviting him to my birthday party

Sometimes Mimi gets genuinely scared, other times she’s like this. Not really sure if there’s rhyme or reason to it, but I think it’s more that she lives in Mimi World.

Chapter one Taichi is very shrieky.

I now feel so much for Yamato later on when he thinks he’s losing his brother to Taichi...

Sora: the type who instantly forgets about her own feelings the minute someone else is distressed :P

This is the kind of charm that’s missing from the reboot.

I mean.

Taichi and Koushirou’s relationship is kind of strange. At first, it sounds like they don’t know each other that well, and are just in the same club. But then it turns out Koushirou can tolerate Taichi. And that he even came to the camp on Taichi’s invitation. That seems like more than just a casual relationship despite their being in different years. Anyway, it’s been ten minutes and they’ve already formed their own “Explore and Discover” sub-team.

EXTRA EXTRA PUKAMON’S BREATH SMELLS LIKE FISH EXTRA EXTRA

It’s not Koushirou who’s obsessed with aliens. It’s MIMI. And she even knows about the Magellanic Clouds. ;____; If I’d read the novels when the show was first airing, Mimi, who annoyed me in the show when I was a kid, would have probably been my fav.

;__________________;

She’s unexpectedly the absent-minded professor of the group.

Starfleet, I’d like to introduce your new wunderkind. Move aside, James T Kirk

So now they’ve all met their partners and figured out something’s not right.

Takeru: This is so cooool! Yamato: it’s a dream. Sora: Freaky... but the crying baby is cute Koushirou: There is a logical explanation. It must be... a theme park. That abducts children as part of its marketing plan... yup that checks out Jou: aaaauggh monsters are real!! Taichi: ??? i am confusion Mimi: ALIENS

The running order!

1. Taichi’s the first to dash off, but Sora catches up with him easily. 2. Koushirou might not be as fast, but he’s doing okay. 3. Yamato would be faster if he didn’t carry Takeru ;___; Not sure how he’d compare with Taichi/Sora but he’d at least be third. 4. Jou in laaaaaaast plaaaaaaace

Sora’s the first one to make a save! I so wish this had been in the show. (But, if it had been, odds are Taichi would have been given the role since it was the first episode yadda yadda. So I guess I should count my blessings.)

bahahahaha

Koromon: (´-＿-｀●) farewell my friend... I go to my death with honor...

MILK WENT UP MY NOSE

why... I forget if he explains it later but srsly... why wouldn’t you tell your friends “hey, my sister mentioned Digimon today, what a coinkidink!”

In this passage, Taichi admires both Koushirou’s logic and his large vocabulary. Thus, a ship sets sail.

also:

99 Taichi: This Koushirou kid sure is smart... I’ll keep my thoughts to myself though, don’t want to look like a fan boy 2020 Taichi: Koushirou is so SUGOI I can’t believe how SUGOI he is hey Sora have you met my SUGOI friend Koushirou he’s super SUGOI

Others: Please sir, may we have some more?

Jou: What! No!

Sora: What about young Oliver?

Jou: STARVE.

Yamato: Curse the bourgeoisie...

And thus an OTP was born x’D

The others have mostly come to terms with the fact that their initial hypotheses/rationalizations about this strange world are unlikely to be the case... except Mimi, whose idea was the most far-fetched. She STILL think it’s aliens bahaha

#digimon #digimon adventure #digi novel

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words-are-like-colors · 7 years

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Title: Tattooed To Misaki {3} “Pineapples”

Originally Posted On: July 31, 2016

Word count: 3422

Rating: M

Relationship: M/M

Parts: 3/11

Tags: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki, Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Mikoto Suoh, Tatara Totsuka, Tenkei Iwafune, Nagare Hisui, Tattoo, Saruhiko is a tattoo artist, AU, Misaki is part of Homra gang, Jungle, Fluff, Cathedral, Slowish Build

Summary for Chapter 3: Ha ha Misaki is a little angry that his friends keep joking with him about Saru while Saru is still uncomfortable with Mikoto. Eric gets his tattoo finally.

Notes: I've just realized I've been using USDs opposed to yen. Sorry ‘bout that. Edit: I’ve fixed most mistakes [currency, names, and some grammer] but not all versions [archive, this page, and original posting] are updated correctly. Please send me a message or ask telling me what needs to be fixed. Thank you :D

Yata angrily kicked the oven door shut. What’s wrong with everyone?! Do they have to spoil everything for me? Just because I think he’s… hot doesn’t mean they have to tell him everything! He plopped down in a chair and watched the oven, not taking his apron off.

“Misaki?”

“What?” he huffed, not moving his eyes away from the oven. He was still angry, but he could tell that it was Saru talking.

“You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.” The artist grabbed a chair and pulled it over to Yata. He sat down with a soft thump.

Yata shrugged, his mood still sour. “Fine. Like I said earlier, I noticed that you don’t have any tattoos.”

Saruhiko’s wrist invaded his vision. A small black outline was printed on it. “What’s that?” Yata tilted his head a little and realized it was a monkey. A small fit out laughter erupted from him. “A monkey. A saru.” He laughed again, then stopped, remembering how Saruhiko had called his father an asshole for the name.

“Tsk. I was forced to get this.” Saru slipped the arm band back over the tattoo.

“I’m sorry,” Yata said softly, honestly ashamed for laughing at him. The gang member had already forgotten about his bitterness towards his friends… was it because Saru was here with him?

Yata watched as the taller man shrugged and crossed his arms. “So?” Saruhiko prompted him to say something.

The skater glanced around for a topic and saw the muffins baking in the oven. “You like muffins?”

“No.”

“Well…. Try mine!” Yata watched him. “I made plain because I didn’t know what you like.”

Saru nodded. “Maybe I’ll try a bite….” he muttered softly.

“Okay!” Yata smiled. “You like it here?”

“It's….. nice, I guess.” Saruhiko shifted a little in his seat so he could sit cross-legged.

“That’s good.” Bing!

Yata jumped up from his seat and brought out the muffins.

Fushimi sat off to the side as he watched Misaki show off his aura. The artist sighed and nibbled on one of Misaki’s muffins—his 10th one, since Misaki wouldn’t stop making them. “So. Fushimi.” Fushimi looked up to see Kusanagi, the only person in the bar that really seemed responsible.

“Yes?” Fushimi took another little bite out of the muffin, finishing it off.

“How’s your business going? Have you heard of Kuroh Yatogami’s shop?” The bartender leaned against the counter, cleaning off an glass with a cloth.

Fushimi shrugged. “I’ve heard of him in passing.”

“He’s the usual guy we go to. Everyone here but Yata goes to him.”

“Why didn’t Yata go to him?” The younger man was actually curious.

Kusanagi shrugged. “I tried to ask him about it, but he kept his mouth shut for once.”

Fushimi glanced at the kid in question. A red aura surrounded him. Misaki pumped a fist in the air and yelled that it was the first time that the aura hadn’t gone out on its own. Mikoto replied that it was because of the increased amount of emotion for him to feed off of. Fushimi clicked his tongue. “I was wondering…. Has he always been this hyper and excited?”

Kusanagi thought for a moment before answering. “No. He doesn’t usually get this hyped up about something. I mean, yes, he gets excited occasionally, but never about something this particular. He started acting like this…. a week ago, to be exact. Yata-chan kept on saying that he wanted a tattoo from a certain artist. I’m assuming that’s you.” The bartender put a glass on the counter. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you free.”

Fushimi shrugged. “Anything not too strong.” He watched as Kusanagi started to make him a drink. “I’ve never seen him before last night. It surprised me how determined he was to get one.” The artist glanced back at Misaki for a moment, then noted that it was getting darker outside. He had lost the track of time.

Kusanagi nodded and put the drink in front of him as Misaki bounced over. “Saru! Did you see that?”

“Yeah. It was cool.” Fushimi didn’t mean it, but Misaki’s bright smile was enough to make it true.

“Thanks.” He noticed the glass. “Why does he get two without pay?”

The bartender looked at him. “Actually, you paid for the first one, I got the second one.”

“When did I say I would be paying for it?” Misaki sat down in the barstool, a confused look on his face.

“Last night, before we nearly stifled you with a pillow.”

The skater blushed. “I didn’t realize I said that.”

“Well you did, so I get a free drink from you.” Fushimi took a sip out of his teasingly.

Misaki gave him a soft glare. “It’s not like I can pay for it.”

The artist looked at him. “Why not?”

“I have just enough to get by before my next pay,” Misaki said sheepishly, ashamed that he didn’t have the money.

“Not my fault,” the taller man muttered. “You wanted that tattoo when you wanted it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped.

“Let’s see…” Fushimi started to list things off. “You didn’t come in with an appointment, you didn’t have an ID, which meant I had to do extra work by messing with your PDAWatch, you demanded that I give you the tattoo, you carelessly plopped down in my chair, you—”

“Alright! I get it.” Misaki crossed his arms with a pout. “Is there any other way I could pay you? Like you give the money back for extra fees and I do something for you?”

Fushimi thought for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. You have to do at least 200 dollars worth of quality tasks. You can’t just give me 200 candy bars.”

Misaki brought his watch closer to Fushimi, who took his PDA out. They did a quick transfer before putting them away.

“Misaki.” A light voice sounded from behind them. Both of them turned around to see Mikoto standing there, Anna sitting on his shoulder. “Make sure you walk your boyfriend back home,” she teased lightly.

“He isn’t my boy—”

“It’s the polite thing to do,” she said, cutting him off. “Good night, Fushimi-kun.”

“Night…” Fushimi glanced at Mikoto and Anna walking up the stairs for a moment before turning away back to his drink.

Kusanagi sighed. “Well, I guess it’s time for all of us to go to bed. Can’t cause too much racket with them sleeping.”

Misaki frowned. “I wanted to spend more time with Saru though!”

“Then why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Fushimi looked at Misaki, who turned to him, blushing. “Could… I spend more time with you tonight?”

“No.” The artist didn’t hesitate. He needed to sleep and get ready for the shop tomorrow….. But he did feel guilty for saying no. He didn’t know why, but he did.

“I guess Eric and I will be seeing you on Tuesday, then.”

He did look upset, so Fushimi said, “Make me a batch of those muffins or something.” After a moment he added, “To make up for some of the money… and you don’t want me eating just energy bars, right?”

That made Misaki smile again. “Okay! I’ll be back in a bit.” He jumped off of the stool and ran back into the kitchen.

Misaki came back out not too long after carrying a plate full of muffins and a black container. “A batch of muffins and some Yata-rice.” He proudly put them on the counter.

“Yata-rice?” Fushimi looked through the transparent lid. It looked edible, Fushimi concluded.

“Yep! I was trying to make something that Kusanagi told me about with Kamamoto, but I messed up a little, so now we have Yata-rice.” He smiled smugly, prideful of his work. “Oh, and also you have to heat it up if you put in the fridge.”

Fushimi nodded and stood up, picking up the “Yata-rice”. “Misaki, help me bring this to the car.”

“Okay! Good night Kusanagi!” Misaki chimed while picking up his muffins.

“Good night, boys.” The bartender waved as the two walked outside.

Misaki hopped over to the car and put the muffins in when Fushimi opened the door. “Um… Saruhiko?”

Fushimi glanced at him after putting the “Yata-rice” into the car.

“C-can I… Uh…. C-can….” The shorter man was a blushing mess, stuttering over his words. He had pulled off his beanie and was twisting it in his hands.

“What?”

“Nevermind! Forget it. It’s just nonsense.” Misaki blushed more, looking away. “Just good night. Have a good night.”

Fushimi looked at him for a moment, his hand braced on the open car door. “Okay. Night, Misaki.” But before closing the car door, he said, “17,000.”

Fushimi did eat some of the muffins and “Yata-rice”. He wasn’t planning to, but Misaki had made it for him. So for dinner, Fushimi popped open the “Yata-Rice” container. Steam bloomed out of it because of the microwave.

The artist looked at the “Yata-rice” for a moment before taking a bite. It actually tasted good, or maybe it was because the only food he had eaten recently was Yata’s muffins… still, he was grateful for something nice after a day of work. Fushimi glanced up at his laptop and took another bite. With his free hand he clicked on a website.

White and Black

[times. address. etc.]

Kuroh Yatogami has been in service for at least three years, taking over the business from his late “master” Ichigen Miwa. He specializes in tattoos while his assistant, Yashiro Isana, specializes in piercings. This pair has rapidly gone up in the charts as the most reliable and affectionate.

*note: If you have cat allergies, do not come in. We own a cat named Neko. Also, unnecessary hassles will be a fee, we don’t have time for nonsense.

Midway towards the end of the description of Yatogami’s shop, Fushimi bit into something weird. He looked into the dish to see pineapples. The artist gave his food the straightest face anyone had ever seen. I’m going to have to talk to Misaki about this. He poked the vile piece of food with a chopstick, then realized that he had already eaten some. He’s going to pay for that.

Fushimi pushed the dish away from him and turned his focus back to the computer. Pictures of the two men and the cat were posted. Yatogami had a lot of tattoos covering his arms; one poked out of his shirt and onto his neck. His hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. The other man was kind of cute (not as cute as Misaki, but Fushimi wasn’t going to admit that). There were a few black streaks in his white hair and three lip piercings on his right bottom lip. He had his head cocked and his tongue sticking out, flashing a peace sign as well. He looks too lively to be working with Yatogami, Fushimi thought.

A twirling noise came out of the computer and a little green box appeared in the corner. He clicked on it. The box expanded and the box grew bigger until it was 3x2. The was private message for JUNGLE.

Hello Fushimi.

Fushimi glanced at the username, then replied. Yes, Mikoto?

Mikoto wrote back, Congrats on making it to fifth place. Didn’t tell you earlier cuz I doubted anyone else knew.

Misaki knows.

Fushimi clicked on Mikoto’s profile while waiting for an answer.

Mikoto Suoh

Play time: 5 months

Place: 4th

Online?: Yes

Age: 24

Extra information: Mikoto is currently the leader of the Homra gang. He has been in 4th place for 3 months now and he does not want to move. Beware.

Mikoto replied, You to are close. Fushimi frowned at the spelling mistake.

No we are not.

Misaki is close to you.

Why are you speaking to me? Fushimi asked, frustrated as to why everyone seemed to think that Misaki liked and knew him so well.

-Mikoto Suoh logged off-

“Of course,” the artist grumbled before getting up and returning the “Yata-rice” to the fridge for the next day. He shut his laptop and plugged it in. He grabbed his PDA and headed into his bedroom with a yawn. Before getting onto the bed, he took off his pants and threw them into the corner; he did the same with his arm bands.

Fushimi took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, placing them on the nightstand. When he did, he noticed that his art notebook was open. He shoved his glasses back on and read what it said:

Here is my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX. I figured that you wouldn’t ask for it so yeah. Here you go! ~Yata.

There was a small crow next to the number that was poorly drawn (two circles with a triangle beak and stick legs), but strangely cute. Fushimi sat on the bed and put the number into his PDA, not intending to use it unless something important came up. But he hesitated before shutting off his phone. It would be…. nice to talk to him, Fushimi thought, even if it was just to annoy him about the food. Fushimi hadn’t had that kind of friendly human contact in a long time. Quite frankly, he really hadn’t had any friendly contact. Fushimi wanted to feel it again, the feeling of being mentally connected with someone.

He didn’t realize that he had clicked the call button until he saw Misaki across the screen and “outputting” written underneath. Fushimi was about to hang up when Misaki answered.

“Hey, Yata here,” a groggy voice mumbled through the phone.

Fushimi closed his eyes for a moment, stemming his nerves. He didn’t like talking over the phone; he couldn’t read the person’s features to tell how they were feeling. It was either text or face to face, nothing in between. “Hey… Misaki.”

“Saru? Hi!” The grogginess in his voice seemed to disappear. “It’s 2 am. What’s up?”

“Pineapples.” Okay. That was a good enough reason to call, right? Not just to hear someone’s voice.

“Huh? Pineapples.” There was a pause. “Or right! The “Yata-rice.””

Fushimi laid back on the bed so his legs dangled off the side. “18,000.”

“Did you just increase the price because I put pineapples in it? Did you even try it?”

“Yes to both.”

“Did you like it?” Misaki sounded like he was holding his breath.

Fushimi didn’t say anything for a moment. “Yes.”

“The you shouldn’t raise the price! I take it that you don’t like pineapples, but at least take it down to 1750! Pretend that the pineapple isn’t there.”

“I can’t pretend. But fine. 1750 since you answered your phone.”

“Yay!” Fushimi listened to Misaki cheer goofily over the phone. After another moment of silence Misaki said his name.

“Yeah?”

“There must be another reason why you called.”

“There isn’t.” Fushimi went to click the “end call” button, but Misaki interrupted quickly.

“Oh. But stay on please. I’m awake so we might as well—”

“Talk. I know. You like to talk.”

“It depends…”

“Let’s not talk,” Fushimi decided.

“O-okay.” Misaki went silent.

The artist rolled over onto his side, his phone now on speaker so he didn’t have to hold it to his ear. He stared at the phone, the screen casting shadows on the sheets and walls. He closed his eyes after a moment, then realized that he could hear Misaki breathing. It was oddly comforting—hearing someone breathe, yet not lying next to them. An unknowing smile crept across his lips.

Fushimi closed his eyes and darkness rolled in.

Fushimi pressed his palms into his eyes. “God dammit,” he growled. He didn’t get a wink of sleep the night before, except for right after the call. The usual nightmare happened again. He hated it so much that he usually got only an hour or two of sleep a night—or just skipped it altogether. The artist normally would go home or into the backroom to rest if he had gotten no sleep whatsoever, but he was waiting for Misaki and Eric.

His last client had just left with a wave, so he looked at the time. He let out another growl, seeing that it was getting later and later and they still hadn’t come. “Misaki. What’s taking you so long?”

Speak of the devil, the front door opened with a little jingle and Misaki walked in, his hooded friend right behind him. The artist got to his feet and walked over.

“Hi Saru!” The shorter man smiled up at him. “We’re here!”

“I see that.”

Misaki itched at the back of his neck, a blush blooming on his cheeks. “Uh….”

“What?” Fushimi frowned at him, not understanding his sudden embarrassment.

“N-nothing.” He blushed more.

The artist leaned down teasingly. “Why are you blushing, Misaki?”

The red on his face was suddenly ten times darker than it had been a second earlier when Fushimi had leaned down. “I-I just remembered when…. I just…. I was just remembering how much I liked listening to your breathing.” The last sentence came out quickly, as if he had had to force himself to say it.

Heat crept up into Fushimi’s cheeks, remembering that he had thought the same thing.

“[Chihuahua is cute when blushing.]” Fushimi turned and looked at Eric in surprise, who had lowered his hoodie to reveal light blue eyes. He noticed Fushimi looking at him. “[You understand me?]” he said in English.

“[Of course I do,]” responded Fushimi, glad that the awkwardness between the gang member and artist was interrupted.

Both men smirked evilly at the same time. Clearly Misaki didn’t understand, because he was looking at both of them with a confused expression. Now the two of them had something against Misaki.

Fushimi moved away from Misaki and over to Eric. “Where?”

Eric grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt, then hesitated. He frowned and shook his head as if to push away certain thoughts, then he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, his shirt coming off with it. He quickly looked away and tapped his shoulder. “There.”

The artist nodded. “Okay.” He pushed him a little and he obeyed, laying on his stomach. Fushimi quickly scanned his body with his eyes, to see why Eric seemed so uncomfortable with taking his shirt off.

“I was a dog of Hikawa, okay?” the blond grumbled, knowing exactly what Fushimi was looking at. The artist was staring at the scars covering his back, mostly around his arms and neck.

Fushimi didn’t respond, but instead grabbed the photo from Misaki’s tattoo and started to copy the symbol down. Misaki had wandered over, his skateboard now gone. “Go sit,” Fushimi grumbled as he finished the sketch.

The skater did as he was told and sat in a rolling chair. Fushimi took out his phone and took a picture of the sketch for Eric. After a nod of approval from the gang member, Fushimi did the rest.

During the process, Misaki had repeatedly come over to watch—enough times for Fushimi to click his tongue, annoyed, and allow him to stay. His bright amber eyes were sparkling in amazement as he watched Fushimi work.

Eric sat up, now with a pad on his shoulder. “[Thank you, Fushimi-kun.]”

“[Welcome.]” The artist put his stuff away.

“This is so cool! Your whole job is cool!” Misaki spun around in the rolling chair until his orange hair looked like a blur.

“Slow down or you’ll hurt yourself.” Fushimi flashed him a look, but didn’t really mean it. He pushed away the little happy feeling that had erupted in his chest at Misaki’s words.

The blond put his shirt and hoodie back on and fished his PDA from his pocket. “How much?”

“10,000.”

He nodded, and was putting his PDA close to Fushimi’s to transfer the money when the front door swung open violently.

#fanfic: mine #k project #sarumi #mikototsu #Tattooed To Misaki #Tattooed Series

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