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What with everything going on, it's a bad idea for people to go around outside on their own. Make sure you've got a friend with you at all times, and preferably one who knows how to take care of both of you if necessary.

That said, if anyone living in or around the high school needs an escort, I volunteer ♥ Just drop me a line here.

Damn the timing....

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"With any luck, yeah, we'll be fine." Tsuzuki took a step back, leaving the door clear for Takato to follow him. "You're ready to go?"

The boy steps out, closing the door behind him. "I think so."

"This way, then!" His shoes tapped against the linoleum as he headed for the front door of the high school. It was safe inside; outside, there were the monsters, and whoever or whatever had been killing.

He stopped at the door, looking cautiously outside. A cloudy day - as usual - but the courtyard seemed clear to the street.

Turning, he tossed the boy a smile. "It probably won't be too dangerous, but if we run into something, run for a safe spot right away, okay? Unless-" Making assumptions never worked out here. "You don't know how to fight, do you?"

Takato quickly follows, his sneakers squeaking a few times as he half-trots to keep up. He pauses behind Tsuzuki at the door and peers curiously at the landscape outside. Again the boy is oddly reminded of what was left of his home after the D-Reaper.

"Okay, I understand. And don't worry! I've gotten pretty good at running away from monsters."

The boy shakes his head, unconsciously reaching for his digivice at the reminder. "Not without Guilmon. I think I might be able to remember a little bit from when we were Dukemon, but I've never tried fighting by myself. Or without being able to carry Gram or the Aegis."

"He helps you fight?" The more Tsuzuki heard about Digimon, the more he was convinced that they had to be some kind of alternate dimension's shikigami. He'd have to introduce Riko to these two someday.

The rest of the boy's explanation went right over his head. Aegis? Dukemon? It was a story he'd have to ask for some other time.

For now, he began walking towards the street, hands still in his pockets and every sense alert for the movements of anything around him. He might still be bereft of his powers, but he had his mortal senses. Right now, they told him that the street was safe.

Takato runs to catch up, looking around the area cautiously.

"I think it would be closer to say I help him fight. I can share my energy with him so he can get stronger. And I can give things like wings and weapons and special attacks when he needs them."

"So how did someone your age end up in as many fights as it sounds like the two of you've been through?" Tsuzuki asked, curious. No monsters visible on the street; he set a pace just brisk enough not to force the boy to jog, and lifted his face to the weak sunlight through the clouds.

They didn't get out enough in this place. Sure, there were monsters, but... he'd have to drag Hisoka up to the roof for a picnic some afternoon.

"We never meant to get into fights. Guilmon was like a baby when we first met and I hated fighting. It just sort of happened that we had to learn what to do when we were attacked. And then the Wild Ones kept getting stronger and stronger, so we had to get stronger too." Takato walks down the street cheerily, a step behind Tsuzuki. Just being outside like this was enough to raise his mood.

"Wild Ones?" Tsuzuki stopped, question fading from his mind as a faint scrabble from one of the side alleys caught his attention. He raised a hand for quiet, craning his neck to see what had made the sound.

After a moment, he made out the shapes of a couple of barrels in the alley's shadow, and let his breath out in a sigh. "Never mind, it's just those spiders." Pointing at the innocuous-looking barrels - no reason to pass up an opportunity to warn the kid - he explained, "Those things sprout legs and attack if you get too close, and they'll explode if you hit them too hard. It's better just to give them plenty of room."

Suiting action to words, he edged over to the middle of the street. No worries about traffic here; there weren't even any other people around.

Takato tenses worriedly at the raised hand, quietly glancing around the street for cover. He sighs when it turns out to be a false alarm and follows his new acquaintance's lead toward the center of the road.

"Thanks for the warning! I wonder if those were the mean exploding monsters Guilmon was talking about."

"Could be! There are a few others that spit energy beams." He hoped they wouldn't encounter any of those. Barrel spiders were as bad as he wanted to face... especially with that faceless murderer out there.

He picked up his pace a little. The faster they finished the errands, the fewer things they'd meet on the way.

"Really? I wonder how many different kinds of monsters there are?"

Takato trails off, trying to remember his fights against any digimon who could throw energy blasts. Surely there must be some way to fight them without digivolving or using cards. After a couple of moments he blinks and runs to catch up at the faster speed.

Tsuzuki shook his head. "Good question. I just know I haven't seen them all." There was the intersection, and there was the department store, on the opposite corner. He pointed it out.

"That's the department store - these are the restaurants over here. You'll want to be extra careful inside."

Takato looks over at the indicated stores ands nods, memorizing the information.

"Why? Is it dangerous?

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