21Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Sekirei
Author's Note: This story start out as some random story I write down while fooling around while listening to Persona 3's ending song 'memory of you' (I think the song fit perfectly for Takehito X Miya's relationship). But after giving the story some thought, I think there's some untapped potential for a Digimon X Sekirei crossover fanfiction. So I decided to publish it, and write a full story of this concept.
In term of story, this won't be a Mars hit Earth incident where character from one franchise suddenly travels to another franchise and they meet. It'll be an else world/alternate universe where Digimon Adventure's timeline and Sekirei's timeline converges into one cohesive entity. This means some of the character from Sekirei has slightly altered background in my story (for example, both Seo and Takehito used to be Digidestined before they are involved in Sekirei Plan).
I'm a bit confused about the exact timeline and some character's age in Sekirei continuity, so I'm making a lots of assumptions and the timeline in this story (One assumption I makes is Takehito's age is close to Seo and by extension Daisuke who is 29 during 2020).
Since this is a Digimon X Sekirei crossover... I'm pretty sure most people will be interested in character pairing I'm going with... For the Digimon Supporting cast:
Takeru X Hikari (I'm probably one of the few mega Daisuke fans who think those two has more chemistry together than Daisuke X Hikari)
Taichi X Jun (I got into this pairing after reading two really cute Taichi X Jun stories in Chinese community)
Yamato X Sora (They are official, and honestly I don't see anything wrong with them having feelings together)
Ken X Miyako (Once again, official pairing and I don't see anything wrong in this)
All the others I won't elaborate in this story. Feel free to imagine your favourite Digidestined happily together with the perfect man/woman for him/her.
And in term of pairing in the main cast: Daisuke X Miya (A man child who refuse to grow up and a widow who lost her first love... what could possibly go wrong!)
Minato X Harem (Something I won't change from cannon Sekirei, unless Miya does end up with Minato like some of the community predicted)
Haruka Shigi X Harem (Seriously, Minato need a male friend around his age instead of just get surrounded by girls, and I think this character compliment Minato's personality well).
And without further ado, this is my attempt at creating a cohesive Digimon X Sekirei story.
For most people who live in Tokyo, Izumo Inn is a traditional and somewhat unremarkable budget hotel that has a run down feel to it. It doesn't look particularly out of repair, but a two story wooden structure is sure to look old when you drop it in a jungle of metal that is the modern metropolis of Tokyo city. Perhaps it is due to this mismatch of style, most people who happen to stumble through the street tend to give the old inn a curious look as they go on with their busy city lives.
Although today, most walk by has a different reason to give the inn a curious look. A delicious smell of pork chop is emitting from the kitchen, reminding most pedestrian how good it is to have a hearty meal in their stomach rather than grab a bite at anything fast to adjust to their busy daily schedule.
"Finished! This will be my greatest creation yet!" In the kitchen, a man near his thirties dressed in a light blue T-Shirt, loose grey pants and a white apron exclaims with excitement as he wipes away the sweat on his forehead.
Daisuke Motomiya, age 29. Former Digidestined of Miracle, honorary member of Sovereign Defender – the most elite taskforce within Digital Defence Force – and leader of Miracle Generation. Now, he is a simple full time noodle cart owner, and a part time Izumo Inn caretaker.
He no longer has his messy hedgehog like spiky hair nor does he still wear the pair of goggles Taichi Yagami passes down to him. Just like Taichi, he has passed the goggle down to a new generation of Digidestined, defending the lives of both Real and Digital World.
"It's ready Daisuke? Smells good…" A blue, child like dragon walks into the kitchen. The dragon has a pair of red eyes, a golden 'V' shaped mark in between his eyes, white mouth and white belly. As if trying to compliment his dialogue, the small dragon takes a deep breath. Daisuke's Digimon partner Veemon shares many trait with his human partner, and that include the love of good ramen over the years.
"You bet it's ready, and you bet it's going to be good. Go gather everyone; we are having Pork Chop Ramen for breakfast!" Daisuke gives a thumb up as he gives a confident grin to his brother like partner.
"Righto! Miya-San! Homura-San! Uzume-Chan! Blanc-Chan! Ramen is ready!" The dragon of miracle disappears from the corner of kitchen with a puff of smoke as he starts to loudly call out most resident of Izumo Inn.
A soft giggle finds its way into Daisuke's ear. He turns around once again, and finds a beautiful girl wearing pink and violet coloured belly top and Capri pants in front of the door. She has long brown hair, brown eyes and an amused looking smile on her face.
"Veemon is such an energetic fellow isn't he? He's loud enough to wake the dead. Who knows, he may be able to actually drag Matsu out of her room." There's a certain pride along with cheerfulness in the girl's voice like she's giving the highest form of compliment to one of her closest friend.
"That he is Uzume, that he is. Come to the living room and try my newest Ramen recipe." Daisuke nods along with his fellow resident of Izumo Inn.
Uzume let out another giggle and shakes her head with a fake disapproval. "I'm going to grow too large to fit into any of my cloth if you keep on feeding me different ramen. And while we are on topic… you are going to get fatter than a pillar too, you silly ramen groupie."
"What can I say? I am the man I am, and I been dreaming of become a good ramen cart owner since I'm small. And you can't stop someone like me form living his childhood dream. Let's go, there's good food waiting to be eaten." Daisuke lets out a hearty chuckle as he throws away his white apron and grabs the handle on the cooking pot with two towels.
"So I been curious, why did you dream of being a ramen cart owner? It's a little… simple for someone as extraordinary as the leader of the 'Miracle Generation'." Uzume gives a shrug as she walks toward living room together with Daisuke. 29 years old Daisuke doesn't like to boast about himself as much as during his younger days. Still, his more adventurous life is not a secret within the wooden wall of Izumo Inn.
They do have a professional peeping tom living in the shape of a 'hentai-glass' with them after all. Plus the photo stand where 11 years old Daisuke amongst his Digidestined friend in his room is kind of a dead give away.
"Ha! As much as I like to talk about how awesome I am, I wasn't always like that. I had a pretty unremarkable childhood before 4th grade so dreaming about being a noodle cart owner is not too strange. But I'll tell you the long story later if you are interested." Daisuke gives Uzume a grateful nod as she holds the door open for him.
"The noodle is here guys... eat up, and tell me what you think about this new recipe!" Daisuke exclaims once again with pride and confidence in his voice as he set the pot down on the table. Around the table sit three humanoid and one child dragon.
Veemon is currently holding hand with a short girl dressed in a peculiar looking white nun outfit. What makes it peculiar is the hood she wears look like a bunny with a cute face and long floppy ears. Despite her rather human like appearance, the girl is actually a rookie level Digimon just like Veemon.
Her name is Sistermon Blanc and she is the partner of the late Takehito Asama, owner of Izumo Inn.
"So Matsu still won't come out of her room?" Daisuke gives a shrug as he start to fill everyone's bowl with ramen, "No matter, I'll just bring her share to her door."
"So, Daisuke…" A blue haired woman wearing the traditional cloth of Japanese shrine maiden gives Daisuke a kind smile. She carries the grace and aura of a mature woman, yet one would find her face looking quite young. If she wears something more modern instead of that traditional clothing, one may even mistaken her for a teenager. "This is the secret recipe you been working on for the past week I presume?"
Miya Asama, the wife of the late Takehito and current owner of the inn. It makes her the employer of Daisuke, since he is kind of the unofficial caretaker (and chief when it comes to noodle) of this place.
"Yes it is! I'm pretty confident in this new pork chop ramen, but I know you are a much better chief than I am. So feel free to point out how bad my taste might be. Just try not to step on my poor, poor ego too much." Daisuke says as he hands Miya a bowl of steaming hot noodle with a goofy and boyish grin on his face.
"We'll see." Miya gives Daisuke a reassuring smile as she starts to eat her noodle slowly while Veemon chumps down the treat as if his life depends on it.
"This is… really good! Then again, it shouldn't be a surprise considering how successful your noodle cart business is." Uzume let out a high pitched yell as she softly punches Daisuke on his shoulder.
Homura, the silver haired host club worker and the last member in the room gives out a nod in agreement.
"Thanks guys, although I want to hear some… professional comment from our land lady here." Daisuke gives Uzume a smile and then returns Homura's nod. He turns toward Miya with an even bigger grin on his face like a child waiting for his candy.
Miya looks thoughtful for a moment as she wipes her mouth with a napkin. She raises her eyes to meet Daisuke's eye, which is full of anticipation.
"It is very good; the pork chop gives your noodle a wild… almost savage sensation of flavour which explodes in the mouth. And you added just enough spice to balance out the flavour of pork chop to make it not too salty, but not too bland either."
"Of course, since I'm an awesome noodle chief." Daisuke raises his right arm to throw a triumphant uppercut into the air. But the smile fades from his face, remembering how Miya likes to criticize his cooking. "There's a 'but' isn't there?"
Miya lightly shakes her head while smiling at Daisuke's energy and boyish antic.
"The pork chop's wild flavour is both its strength and its downfall. While the flavour explode in the mouth, it leaves a somewhat… greasy or even bloody after taste in the mouth. It won't be too much problem for young people who enjoy strong flavour, but it's likely to turn away customers who are older, or those who prefers a more… refined taste."
"Damn! I knew I could mess up somewhere, but I didn't expect this recipe to be a complete failure…" Daisuke let out a frustrated growl as he slumps on the floor looking depressed.
"I won't say it's a complete failure since it'll probably catch on with a younger customer base, but have you considered… adjust your recipe into a kind of Shoyu ramen?" A light bulb flashes in Daisuke's head at Miya's suggestion.
"Of course… Of course! Using it as a dressing for a Shoyu ramen instead of the main ingredient would reel the flavour back in but still keep most of the flavour of the pork chop! It's so simple, yet so smart!" Daisuke jumps up from the floor and start to jump up and down to everyone's amusement.
"I'm glad you gained some inspiration." Miya smiles at Daisuke again before she let out a surprised look as Daisuke suddenly jumps over the table and lands besides her.
"Thank you so much Miya-San! You are so wonderful!" Daisuke cheers loudly as he suddenly picks Miya up by her waist and starts to spin her around.
"Smells good… Is Daisuke cooking his noodle again…?" A loud male voice suddenly booms in the hallway as the door is open by a gruff looking man. He stares at the scene in the room with wide eyes and slacked jaw like everyone else.
"Well… look at you two like a big happy family…" The gruff man's sentence is cut short as a cooking knife 'magically' appears on the wall right besides his face.
The gruff looking man, Seo Kaoru is another friend of Takehito just like Daisuke. Although their friendship is more… interesting.
"Daisuke… Would you kindly put me down?" Daisuke trembles as he looks up at Miya's face. If her rather cold tone is not enough to inform Daisuke she's a little upset, then the demonic visage appearing behind her face is a pretty good indication.
"Yes ma'am! Right away ma'am!" Daisuke gulps hard as he quickly, but gently put Miya back down on the floor. Being Takehito's good friend, always paying rent on time, and being overall helpful make Daisuke much more welcomed in Izumo Inn than the gruff man that just come in. Still, Daisuke really doesn't feel like tempting fate. It's not like he never receives a savage beating from Miya either…
Daisuke let out a squeaky sound as Miya's foot touches the floor. "Please don't kill me…"
"As for you scum…We have nothing to feed a trash like you, leave now." instead of scaring the former Digidestined of Miracle who just turned pussy cat, Miya turns her face to face Seo. It's apparent she is quite upset and angry at Seo.
If someone as brave as the leader of Miracle Generation (Not to mention thick-headed too) would whimper at Miya's fury, surely Seo knows better than to provoke her even further.
…Right?
"That's just cold to an old friend don't you think Miya? Besides, I see there's plenty enough noodles left, more than all of you could possibly eat…"
Seo seems to suddenly realize something as he starts to laugh very loudly to the point of holding his own stomach. "You thought I meant 'husband' and 'wife' when I said you two looks like a big happy family didn't you? I meant brother and sister like…"
Never mind… apparently Seo is either more foolhardy or even stupider than Daisuke, possibly both.
"I'm going to… huh… bring Matsu her noodle! It's getting cold." Feeling the room temperature drop, Uzume suddenly grabs a bowl full of Daisuke's pork chop ramen and runs out of the room.
"I'll help you; I can heat it up on the way." Homura grabs a pair of chopsticks and runs after Uzume.
"Oh… look at the time. I need to go to work now. Right Veemon?" Daisuke looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist and then quickly turns to his Digimon partner Veemon.
"Right! Let's go Blanc-Chan!" Veemon yanks Sistermon Blanc up her foot and quickly follows Daisuke out of the room. Behind them, an agonizing death scream could be heard echoing in the hallway…
"Rest in peace Seo, I'll be sure to bring lots of noodles to your grave." Daisuke mutters a prayer under his breath for his fallen comrade.
The day goes fairly normal for Daisuke. Lots of customers buy lunch from his famous 'Noodle Noodle, Come Get Your Noodle' cart. Turns out in addition to serving great noodle, being somewhat of an internet celebrity due to his previous exploit as a strong Digidestined tend to net him a lots of traffic.
Late afternoon comes fairly quick and his customers start to diminish. It's too late for lunch, and still too early for dinner. Daisuke doesn't mind, as he counts changes while takes a short break before dinner time starts.
A little distance behind his noodle cart, Veemon is spinning with Sistermon Blanc while holding both hands together with her as if they are trying to invent a new style of dancing. Veemon's energetic and loud laughter combined with Sistermon's soft giggle brings a grin to Daisuke's face. It's good to see Sistermon becomes happy again after losing her human partner.
Daisuke couldn't help but think about Oikawa's Digimon partner Datirimon. Taichi has offered to find him another partner after he becomes the commander of Digital Defence Force but Datirimon declines because he can't forget Yukio. Last time Daisuke checks up on Datirimon (although he did grown into another form by then), the little guy is working in Digital Defence Force as an operator doing his best to assist peace keeping between the two worlds.
While Digimon tends to get involved in direct combat more than their human partner, it's also a fact that human are much more fragile than Digimon. Daisuke could just image how hard it is for Datirimon and Sistermon Blanc to lose their friends. In Datirimon's case, at least Oikawa give his own life to help bring balance back to the world, but in Takehito's case…
Daisuke raises his head and glares at the MBI tower with distain before he spits on the ground. To think a good man, not to mention a good Digidestined is killed due to the action of a madman who lives a demented dream…
It makes Daisuke feel sick to his stomach.
"Daisuke… you are making that scary face again." Veemon's voice breaks Daisuke out of his furious trance. He gives Veemon an apologetic look while rubbing his brother like partner on the head.
"I'm fine now, sorry about that partner. Let's grab a bite before dinner shift start shall we?" Daisuke turns to his cart as he scoops up some hot ramen into three bowls, and hand one to Veemon and Sistermon.
"Daisuke, there's (slurp)… something I wanted to ask you for a (chump) long time… But I'm a little afraid to ask you." Veemon raises his face to look at Daisuke between eating his ramen.
"Where did this come from partner? I thought we went through too much to keep secrets between us." Daisuke lets out a hearty laugh while grinning from ear to ears.
"Well… it's what Seo-San said before…" Veemon looks a little hesitate before he finally works up the nerve to open his mouth. Unfortunately his effort is interrupted by a loud phone ring.
"Sorry buddy, let me get the phone." Daisuke says as he set the noodle bowl on his cart while fish out his smart phone and almost shout into the phone with explosive energy. "Hello, Motomiya Daisuke speaking."
He expects the call is from Taichi, Ken or Miyako. But to the noodle cart owner's surprise and joy, another old friend's voice come out from the other side.
"Hello Daisuke, I see you are still your cheerful self."
"No way! Takeru! You goddamn Blondie! I miss both you and Hikari so much!" Daisuke jumps up from his joy which makes some passing by look at his direction with curiosity in their eyes. It's not often to see a fully grown adult behave in such a child like way over a conversation on the phone.
"Haha… I miss you too, you silly hedgehog head. Oh wait, I can't call you that now since you cut your hair short."
"Admit it! You are jealous of my better hair do than your hair cut. Too bad I have to cut it short because of sanitary regulation."
There's a silence over the phone. "Such a long time has passed since we become friends... Eighteen years ago you probably wouldn't even know what sanitary means."
"Hey! I was not that stupid back then… am I?" Daisuke hears Hikari yelling a loud 'Takeru' on the other side of the phone.
"Sorry about that Kari," Daisuke feels a bit down hearing Takeru calling Hikari her old nickname but the joy of talking with his old friends quickly washes over any negative feelings. "…and sorry about all the teases Daisuke. We haven't met face to face in what… five years?"
"Four years and eight months actually, I haven't seen the two of you face to face after your weddings because you guys went on your honeymoon to Greece and then settled down in France remember?"
"Right… how could I forget you cried like a baby during our wedding?" Takeru lets out a light chuckle over the phone.
"Hey!" Daisuke gives another exaggerated protest over the phone. "I'll let you know I was not crying on your wedding. I was giving my eyes a workout and sweating manly sweat."
There's another, louder yell of Takeru's name over the phone. Apparently Takeru is starting to annoy Hikari a little. "Sorry about the teasing old buddy. I guess I just miss you… and the good old days when we used to fight over every little thing. Those were the days right?"
"Me too T.K., Me too." A warm smile forms over Daisuke's face as he finally says Takeru's acronym nickname correctly. Unfortunately the rather warm and fuzzy silent moment over the pair of friendly rivals is broken by Daisuke when he decides to throw in a sarcastic comment. "I'm glad at least one of us grows out of our childish rivalry."
"Although it was fun while it lasted… Anyways, I have good news for you. I finally secured the right to publish my book with a large Japanese publisher. Hikari and I are coming back to Japan next week, for good."
"That's great! Veemon will be happy to see both Patamon and Gatomon again too!" Daisuke turns his head to his Digimon partner. "Takeru and Hikari are coming back to Japan next week to settle down. You can finally meet face to face with your old friends again."
"Yeah!" The child like blue dragon jumps up and down with joy before he picks Sistermon Blanc up and spins her around just like Daisuke does to Miya in the morning. "I'll have to tell them about Blanc-Chan, Oh happy days! I'm sure they'll both like Blanc-Chan so much!"
"I can hear Veemon over the phone, he's that happy to see them both huh? Anyways, it's going to be just like old times."
"Yep! Just like old times. You know what? We should have another fist fight just for the heck of it to celebrate."
"Same old place? By the river bank?"
"Same old place…" Before Daisuke finishes his sentence someone a female voice comes from his phone.
"You and Takeru are not going to have another one of your silly fist fights! Especially not for such a silly reason!" Somehow, hearing Hikari's angry voice make Daisuke imagine her eleven years old self pouting at him when he did something wrong back in the days.
"But Hikari~, that's how we guys bound: With our fists!"
"I don't care that's how you knuckleheads bound! I won't have you both come back with bruises all over especially not for this occasion where we finally come back to Japan after five years!"
Daisuke let out a defeated groan, he knows he doesn't have what it takes to make Hikari upset. "Alright, but you have to let the two of us have a guys night out. If I can't settle it with good old T.S. with a fist fight then I'll at least have to drink him under the table."
"Do what you must… just make sure there's going to be someone to bring the two of you back home safely afterwards." Hikari let out a frustrated sigh over the phone, she obviously know Daisuke won't make any more compromises. Trying to change the subject, she decides to ask Daisuke about his career. "How's your noodle cart business?"
"Great! Never better actually. I'm living the dream and making big dollars. I think I already saved enough money to expand my business to get another noodle cart or two… I just need to find good people to recruit into my Motomiya Noodle Empire."
For a second, Daisuke thinks about Seo. Sure, the gruff looking man looks just like another dead beat free loader living off his girlfriends but he's actually a better cook than Daisuke himself and his heart is mostly in the right place. With some proper incentive, maybe Daisuke could drill him into a good noodle cart operator like himself.
"I'm happy to hear about your career success… but Daisuke… don't you think it's time for you to… settle down a little?" Daisuke frowns at Hikari's hesitation of the bringing the topic of settle down for him. He knows very well she means for him to find a good woman and get married.
"I'll do that, if I meet Ms. Right." Daisuke let out a soft sigh. He really doesn't want to think about this right now. Especially not talk about it with Hikari of all people.
"Takeru and I are… happy together. Both of us want you to find someone who will make you as happy as the two of us."
"Yeah… me too. But settle down with the wrong person won't make me happy. You know this very well right Hikari?" Daisuke blurt out what's on his mind without thinking and almost immediately regrets his bad decision. He becomes especially sad when he hears Hikari sobbing over the phone.
Knowing Takeru, he probably just pulls Hikari into a warm embrace to comfort her and this makes Daisuke let out a smile. At least Takeru always knows how to make Hikari feel better. He does not take the news of the two of them officially become a couple in the best way when he's young. Now that he's older, and hopefully a bit wiser he's just glad Hikari is together with Takeru rather than some random guy who doesn't understand the bound all of them share.
"…I'm sorry."
"What for Hikari? Both you and Takeru are my good friends. I won't trade anyone of you for the world. I want to see both of you happy together. Heck, I want to see the two of you happier then me. Tell you what; next week when the two of you come back to Japan, I'm going to treat the old gang to the best restaurant in Tokyo for our happy reunion. So don't have any tear on your face for this occasion ok? Tear doesn't go well with your face."
"I'm looking forward to it… We will see all of you next week then."
"Yeah… see you then." Daisuke hangs his phone up as he let out a soft sigh and slides the phone into his pocket. Settle down with someone… he thinks about it for a second but then shakes his head.
And then he hears a loud explosion in the distance. Daisuke quickly turns toward where the sound comes from and sees some smoke rising over a residential area. Not a stranger to such occurrence, Daisuke knows it's either another Digimon emerging in real world to cause problem or some Sekireis doing their usual shenanigans.
And knowing how tirelessly the Digital Defence Force is working to keep the peace. The second possibility is much more likely.
"Let's see what we can do about that explosion brother." Daisuke says with a smirk on his face as he takes out his D3 and give a nod toward Veemon.
"Right brother!" Veemon nods back at Daisuke and then turns back to Sistermon Blanc. "Watch our noodle cart for us Blanc-Chan."
"I will. Be careful Veemon." Sistermon gives Veemon a worrying look before she nods her head.
"Don't worry Blanc-Chan; I doubt they'll be more dangerous than some of the baddies who got their butt kicked by me!" Veemon says with pride as a blinding white light envelops his body. Once the light fades, in the child like dragon's place stand a majestic quadruple beast covers in dark blue armour with a lightening shaped blade on his forehead. Daisuke hops on the back of Raidramon – Veemon's armour form – like his old adventure days and the storm of friendship sprints and jumps toward the explosion site with blinding speed before all the on-lookers' eyes.
It only takes Raidramon a couple of minutes to reach the fighting site and Daisuke sees some figures in the distance. A woman with messy blue hair, an eye-patch on her right eye and wearing a long black jacket is fallen on the pavement with cracks of spark on her body. There's a sheathed katana not far from her which looks like it belongs to the woman.
Daisuke raises an eye brown at this. The woman, who's definitely a Sekirei must be very cocky to think she can take on two opponents without even unsheathe her weapon.
That or she gives up defending herself before the fight even begins.
A little further, two women who look identical and wears dominatrix like outfit is aiming at the downed woman with electric spark in their hands. They both fire a bolt of lightening in unison with the intention of finishing the blue haired woman off.
Raidramon doesn't need Daisuke to tell him to interfere. He opens his jaw and fires his own lightening bolt cancelling out the income attack. Before the two women realize what just occurred in front of them Raidramon fires another electric shock from the horns on his back and draw a black line between the twins and their target.
Both of the twins look up at Raidramon who touches down on the ground a short distance behind the blue haired woman on the pavement. They understand Raidramon's earlier attack is only a warning shot and not a simple miss due to bad aiming.
They are also aware of Raidramon's lightening based attack is more powerful than what they can conjure up without their Ashikabi present. After all, this is not the first time Daisuke and Raidramon interferes with them.
"Hello there Hibiki and… Hikari." Daisuke shakes his head for calling out one of the twin's name. He can never get used to calling #11's name due to how different her personality is to Hikari Yagami.
"You again Motomiya! What is your problem?!" Hikari, the woman in violet suit fumes as she screams at Daisuke. They are well acquainted due to Daisuke and Seo's long time friendship but she's definitely not happy to see Daisuke running around butting in to her affair.
"My problem is you Sekireis are trying to kill each other over this 'game' for the amusement of some mad dog with a brain tumour who happens to have too much money lying around in his pocket or something. Seriously, what kind of a creepy sicko gets off by watching bishoujo and bishounen kill each other? Leave now, before Raidramon and I make both of you go: Team Rocket blasting off again!" Daisuke rolls his eyes at the thought of a certain weirdo with grey hair and glaring glasses and then gives the twins a determined glare.
Whenever Daisuke thinks about Minaka he has to try his best to resist the eager of storm into the MBI tower and beating the ever loving crap out of him.
Hikari let out a frustrated growl as her sister grabs her arm to stop her from starting a fight with Daisuke and Raidramon. She knows better than her more aggressive sister that they stand no chance in winning without Seo.
That plus Raidramon is not even the most dangerous form Veemon can take. The few times the twin Sekirei sister of lightening sees Daisuke and Veemon in full action makes them believe the Digidestined of Miracle can fight on par with the strongest Sekirei if he goes full out.
"Let's leave when we still can Hikari, I really don't want to be electrocuted…" Hibiki shudders as she remembers the first time the two of them have a fight with Raidramon thinking they can best the storm of friendship. The result is… unpleasant to say the least as the sisters have a taste of their own medicine.
"Fine! I'll remember this!" Hikari reluctantly agrees as she jumps away with her twin sister while leave some empty threat at Daisuke.
"Goodbye~! I'll tell Seo you two said hi, if he survives an extremely pissed off Miya-San." Daisuke's shout almost make the sisters fall out of the sky.
"Now… let's get this lady some medical attention shall we? Guess we are closed for dinner…" Daisuke steps off Raidramon and looks at the unconscious on the ground before carrying her onto the back of Raidramon. He mounts Raidramon again, as the quadruple armoured dragon speed off into the distance once again.