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Digimon Tamers: Lost Identities.	By : LiquidPhazon Category: Digimon > General > Digimon Tamers (Season 3) > Digimon Tamers (Season 3) Views: 7444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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----Meanwhile, in Shinjuku Park----
The utility shed that had been Guilmon’s home, and the unofficial hangout for the Digimon Tamers had undergone several changes over the years.
After Hypnos persuaded the city to give them control over that section of the park, the red dino Digimon had completely transformed the shed, replacing the fence with a proper door, even running electricity and water to the concrete structure.
Guilmon had completely dug under and around the shed, carving out small rooms that were lined with furniture for his partner and guests to rest and hang out.
Just hanging directly over the wooden entrance to Guilmon’s home was a painted sign reading: Guilmon’s Pad, with a crude drawing of his face.
At the moment, Guilmon, along with Takato, Henry, and Terriermon were down in his home, chilling and waiting on Rika, Renamon, Jeri and Hiromi to arrive.
Takato, taller, and a slight muscular frame sat in a chair strumming on his guitar.
The leader of the Digimon Tamers had let his hair grow out a little, now just a little below his neckline, as always he wore his trademark yellow goggles, though now they started to show their age, but he would never get rid of them.
Just opposite, sitting at a table was Henry, busily typing away on his laptop.
The half-Chinese, Japanese boy had gone through changes of his own, taller, about the same size as Takato, but with a slim yet toned build.
His blue hair was cut short, in a manageable style, and now he wore glasses, something that was inevitable, given that his family had a history of poor eyesight as they got older.
Terriermon, Henry's smart mouth partner lay sprawled out on a couch Kazu’s mother had wanted to throw out a few years back.
The horned bunny was fast asleep snoring a little; completely worn out from stuffing himself with burgers he and Henry picked up on the way, sleeping it off.
And then there was the owner of the home, Guilmon who was busy doing push ups in the corner, silently counting to himself.
Ever since he had matured, Guilmon took better care of himself, all thanks to an encounter with WereGarurumon, a comrade and brother in arms to the late Leomon.
Guilmon had always wished to be like the great lion warrior, WereGarurumon taking it upon himself to train the young Rookie in the Ways of the Warrior.
And In just two years, Guilmon impressed his Master, becoming a much more stronger and powerful warrior, Leomon would have been proud.
“Sixty five... Sixty-six... Sixty-eight...”Guilmon grunted out, sweat dripped down his face and to the ground as he continued.
“You missed Sixty seven, boy.” Takato chuckled out, correcting the mistake of his Digimon partner, while still referring to the little name he called Guilmon during their adventures.
“Huh? I did?” Guilmon asked, stopping for a second and groaned. “Aaahh nuts! I’m going to need to start all over again.”
“Ha ha, Guilmon, I think you’ve done plenty. Sixty five is a good number to stop at.” Takato commented, however, Guilmon just shook his head and said in reply. “One hundred a day is what my Master always said.”
“I think WereGarurumon only told you that, because at the time, you were pretty chubby.” The Gogglehead replied with a laugh.
“I think you can cut back a little. Besides the others will be getting here soon. We gotta rehearse for that gig.” Takato then said.
Two days ago, Jeri had told the young band that she had booked a performance for them at a small bar that a friend of her father's ran, it was going to be the first time they had actually performed for someone, most of the time they just jammed, playing for themselves, but encouragement from Yamaki, or all people convinced the group perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to play for a real audience.
Henry, at the mention of the others coming, stopped what he was doing, checking his watch he frowned a little.
“You know Takato, actually Hiromi and the others should have been here by now. I know they had gone to that cafe to check out that job opportunity, but Hiromi insisted that they wouldn’t be long.” He said, sounding a little worried for the girls.
“You do have a point there Henry, but then maybe they went and did a little celebrating? They might have gotten the job.” Takato suggested in reply, trying to remain thinking positive, however, Henry just frowned, adjusted his glasses and told the brunette. “I doubt that. Hiromi would have called me to break the good news.”
“Well maybe the job interview is taking longer than expected?”
“Hhhhmmm... maybe, but still...” Henry replied, still hesitant, but was unable to say another word, for a voice then burst out. “Yo, yo! What’s up fellas?”
Kazu, now tall and lean with his hair past his shoulders, chimed out as he was followed by Kenta; the boy had grown a little, but now he was the shortest out of all the male Tamers.
“Are we gonna jam or what?” Kazu asked.
“Of course we are!” Takato replied, before he informed them. “But Rika, Jeri, and the others aren’t back yet.”
“Psshh, who cares Chumley? We can still jam without our lead singers and keyboard player. Come one, let’s get a set going I’m feeling pumped.” Kazu said enthusiastically.
“Ok, Ok we’ll go ahead and jam out till the girls come. Say, where’s Guardromon?”
Kazu didn’t reply just yet, he sorta laughed, before scratching the back of his head.
“Oh him?” Kazu asked, trying to explain the reason for his Digimon’s absence. “Heh heh... well looks like he got himself into a bit of trouble again.”
“Let me guess, he was out in the rain last night and his joints rusted?” Henry inquired, looking over at Kazu, who was about to reply, but Kenta interjected.
“Actually he let his batteries recharge by taking a nap under a tree where a flock of birds were resting after most likely eating a full meal.”
Henry made a face when he realized just what happened to the machine Digimon, causing him to gag. “Oh man, I don’t need anymore details.”
Kazu nodded.
“You’re telling me. It was pretty bad, so now Guardromon is at that carwash two streets over now.” He then told Henry and the others.
“Well, shall we play something then?” Takato asked as he got to his feet, feeling eager to play.
“Sure, let’s jam!” Kenta exclaimed, from out of his front shirt pocket, MarineAngemon appeared, apparently napping, he chimed in with his partner, though he didn’t play an instrument, MarineAngemon had helped Kenta work on his drumming skills, especially keeping in time with the beat.
The group practiced for about a good hour, playing out a tune Kazu wrote a year ago, to the boy’s surprise Rika was actually impressed with what he wrote, along with the lyrics.
However, despite their skills, without Rika’s voice, their songs felt like they were lacking part of its spirit it didn’t sound quite the same, Takato took the most notice out of all of them as he found her singing to be soothing to him.
Call it corny, but the amateur guitarist could feel her voice touching his soul. When he told Guilmon that, he expected him to laugh, but to his surprise, Guilmon agreed.
That was the same time Takato found out his partner had a crush on Renamon.
As they finished up the set, the mood was a little darker than before, to which Terriermon, who had finally awoke from his food coma, was the first to speak, resting on top of the familiar perch of Henry’s head.
“Wow, guys that was pretty good, but a little I dunno? You get what I’m trying to say Henry?” Terriermon questioned.
His partner in question was deep in thought, while rubbing his chin, trying to think of a response.
“Hhhmm I have to agree with yah on that. Something just seemed off.” Henry then admitted.
“I believe you are perhaps referring to spirit, or soul.”
Back from the carwash and with a fresh coat of wax, Guardromon added in his two-cents. “You guys have the rhythm, but lack spirit. Most likely due to Lady Nonaka, Lady Katou, and Lady Renamon not being here. This does mark the first time you all have played without them present, before they had joined.”
“Yeah, I hate to admit it guys, but without the Ice Queen, Renamon and Princess Chesty here. We do kinda suck.” Kazu sighed out, taking off his bass guitar, setting on the stand.
“Hey why do you got to keep calling Rika and Jeri that?” Takato asked his friend, who only replied with a snort.
“So what? They aren’t here! I only use those names around you guys.” He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, before he had to ask, sounding slightly worried for his wellbeing. “And you’re not going to tell either of them are you?”
“No... but still...” Takato grumbled out.
“Ha! Hey you had your chance with her Takato, but you blew it with Jeri, and Rika? I don’t get why you want to defend her. I like her and all, but she can be a real...”
“Don’t you finish that sentence!” The brunette yelled out, much to the shock of everyone, save Guilmon.
“Ok! Ok! Geez Takato, I’ll lay off. Wow I know you too have gotten close, but your acting like you’re in love with her or something.” Kazu commented.
“N... nothing like that!” Takato said back, his cheeks flared up a bit. “It’s just that using that word to describe a woman.”
“He’s right Sir Kazu, do you recall the time you called that woman at the grocery store that word? She slapped you good. Perhaps if you refrained from using that word, and the other colourful ones you enjoy using know, then maybe you could attract those females you keep say you have fawning over you.” Guardromon said, causing Kazu to sigh.
“Wow, thanks for that Guardromon.” He said sarcastically.
“Why of course, I’ always here to help you.” The robot Digimon nodded in his partner's direction, giving him a salute, not picking up on the sarcasm.
“Speaking of, shouldn’t Rika and the others been her by now?” Kenta inquired, looking at his watch and commenting. “It’s getting pretty late.”
Henry checked his phone for any messages, shaking his head when there were not, not even a text, while Takato felt a twinge of worry in his gut, checking his own phone in case perhaps if either Rika or Jeri left him one.
“Nothing, not from Jeri, or Rika. Guys I don’t like this.” Takato said with a concerned expression.
“Whoa, chill dudes! I think you both just might be overreacting a bit.” Kazu said, before trying to reassure his friends. “You don’t think anything actually happened to them? Do you forget just who we are talking about here? You got Renamon, that ninja fox, Hiromi, who last I check could kick butt with her martial arts skills. And last but not least the Digimon Queen herself. Even if she and Renamon don’t form Sakuyamon, she can just stare down a perp.”
“He’s got a point there, and who knows, Rika could be on her period, you know how cranky she gets. But then how can one tell?” Terriermon giggled out, only to receive a knock on the head from Henry.
“Tact, Terriermon, Tact...” Henry told Terriermon, who just smiled and said in reply. “Momentai Henry, Kazu’s right. You need to both calm down.”
“You might be right, but I don’t think it wouldn’t hurt to go check up on them. Jeri did give me the address to the cafe. How about we go check it out? What do you say Henry?” The Gogglehead then offered to his friend, who agreed.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check.” Henry replied.
“Fine, you guys got check it out. Me, Kenta, Guardromon, and MarineAngemon will hang back here till you all get back. And when the girls show up, I’ll call just to tell you so.” Kazu said.
“Thanks Kazu.” Takato said, pulled on a grey hoodie, before heading for the door.
“You coming boy?” He asked his Digimon.
“Do you have to ask? Of course I’m coming, if Renamon is in trouble, I want be there to help her.” Guilmon stated, following his Tamer and determined to see if the vixen Digimon was all right.
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