Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Birds of a Feather ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Tailmon put forth a Herculean effort not to sneeze, but failed; lucky no one woke up. After rubbing her nose, the catlike Digimon opened her eyes, and couldn't decide whether she wanted to sigh or groan.

 

Piyomon's tail feathers were in her face.

 

She would have rolled over and gone back to her dreams (or nightmares, depending) but one twist of her head and she knew it was useless. Hawkmon, just as feathery, just as itchy, was on her other side.

 

Tailmon twitched her tail, pausing briefly to enjoy the weight of her Holy Ring back in its proper place. The logical solution, she knew, was to get up off the cold ground and go cuddle with Hikari. But her sleeping bag was just as itchy, and hot, and Mimi already had, darn her. Mimi's current hairstyle was twice as bad as Hawkmon and Piyomon's feathers put together.

 

Option two: sleep somewhere else, away from the birds. Curl in a tree and sleep peacefully for once. No itchy feathers, no snoring big brothers, no dinosaur drool.

 

But she was warm, and she was used to the company. She and Hawkmon were often of a mind (probably because sometimes shared one) and Piyomon was a little childish, but ultimately lovable. And cute. Except for the tail feathers.

 

Tailmon finally made up her mind and sighed. It was ridiculous. It violated every law of nature. Not only were they birds, but they were Child-level birds. She should not be snuggled up warmly between them. She should be stalking, pouncing, and making them chirp for mercy

 

Or at the very least, waking them up and telling them to mind their stupid feathers.

 

The sensible part of Tailmon's brain reminded her that she was glad that life was no longer a struggle, that she had time to cuddle with Palmon and the birdbrains. Of course, the cynical part added that now it was just a struggle against Vamdemon and his myriad evolutions, but that was beside the point. Hawkmon was enough like her, serious, mature. She had touched his mind, his heart, and she liked what she saw. Devotion, nobility, pride, caution.

 

Though Poromon, while cuter, was another story.

 

And Piyomon… she resisted batting at the pink and blue tuft in front of her nose. Piyomon made the greatest effort, with Agumon and Patamon, to welcome her into the Chosen Digimon's tight-knit group. They had been together their whole lives. Particularly Tentomon, Patamon and Piyomon herself; there was a sort of winged camaraderie there. While she knew the other seven liked her (but thought she could use some defrosting), Piyomon made the real, genuine effort. With Palmon gone, they bonded as the fairer Digimon. And they made a heck of a team, Angemon or no Angemon. Agumon and Patamon had Taichi and Takeru pushing them (because the boys would kill them if they upset Hikari), Gabumon was reclusive (and away), Palmon was shy (and away), Gomamon was loud (and away) and Tentomon, though likable, could be a real headache with those wings.

 

No one, save Hikari, was quite as good as pulling Tailmon out of her darker memories than Piyomon.

 

The Adult finally felt overcome, and swiped at Piyomon's tail feathers playfully. Maybe in retaliation. Either way, it woke the pink bird; she gave one “Piyo!” of distress before turning around.

 

Tailmon smiled roguishly, flashing her canine teeth (and wasn't that a rotten name for them?). Piyomon pecked Tailmon affectionately on her paw, before lifting a wing invitingly.

 

And this time Tailmon groaned. Because she would be fuzzy warm snuggled under Piyomon's wing. Piyomon was soft and very, very agreeable to being cuddled.

 

But those darn feathers!