#artata

[kyoryu]

pass me the sauce that makes you stupid please

[plantboxes]

the saint of devotion

[laisy]

What’s with Emil Smith Rowe getting a tattoo with “trust the process”in Spanish? Is Artata now branding our boys?  

[lamilanomagazine]

Grammichele (CT): sparatoria in piazza, 40enne pregiudicato colpito alle gambe da 2 proiettili

Grammichele (Catania): sparatoria in piazza, 40enne pregiudicato colpito alle gambe da 2 proiettili La Sezione Operativa della Compagnia Carabinieri di Caltagirone e la Stazione di Grammichele, hanno eseguito una misura cautelare nei confronti di tre caltagironesi di 26 e 23 anni, rispettivamente in carcere per il primo ed ai domiciliari per il secondo, nonché dell’obbligo di dimora nel comune a carico di un terzo componente di 24 anni, in relazione ai reati di lesioni personali aggravate in concorso mediante l'esplosione di colpi di arma da fuoco, detenzione e porto in luogo pubblico di arma comune da sparo, emessa dal GIP del Tribunale di Caltagirone, Teatro del fatto di sangue, verificatosi il 24 settembre dello scorso anno, fu la piazza Carlo Maria Carafa del comune di Grammichele quando, un pregiudicato 40enne del posto, intorno alle 22.00, fu attinto ad entrambi gli arti inferiori da due colpi di pistola esplosigli dal 26enne, che si trovava in compagnia degli altri destinatari della misura cautelare. La vittima del ferimento, anch’ella gravitante nel contesto criminale grammichelese, recatasi per le cure del caso presso il pronto soccorso dell’ospedale di Caltagirone, aveva inizialmente fornito agli inquirenti una reticente ed artata ricostruzione dell’evento, circostanziandolo in un episodio ad opera di ignoti invece asseritamente accaduto in una zona periferica del comune di Grammichele, a suo dire, verosimilmente conseguenziale ad una relazione amorosa dallo stesso intrattenuta con una donna del posto. Solo l’immediata attività info investigativa, supportata anche da attività tecnica, svolta dai Carabinieri, in uno stato del procedimento nel quale non è intervenuto il contraddittorio con gli indagati, ha consentito approfondire la conoscenza dei fatti che, per puro caso, non hanno coinvolto anche inermi cittadini ed addirittura una bambina di pochi anni presente sul posto. L’acquisizione dei filmati dell’impianto di videosorveglianza di un esercizio commerciale, infatti, ha documentato le fasi della sparatoria fornendo ai Carabinieri contezza sull’identità degli assalitori, tutti visivamente riconosciuti dai Carabinieri della locale Stazione. Il 40enne in particolare, come sarebbe emerso nel corso delle indagini dalla Sezione Operativa della Compagnia, proprio quella mattinata avrebbe avuto un acceso diverbio con il 26enne ed il 23enne, ciò per aver personalmente notato la presenza della propria figlia in auto con i due. In quell’occasione l’uomo avrebbe intimato alla figlia a scendere dall’auto, quindi avrebbe schiaffeggiato i due ragazzi sottraendo il veicolo al più giovane, come per dargli una lezione. Nella serata, poi, sarebbe avvenuto l’incontro tra i tre destinatari del provvedimento cautelare e la vittima, nel corso del quale quest’ultimo avrebbe riconsegnato l’autovettura al legittimo proprietario, salvo poi rimanere ferito dai colpi di pistola improvvisamente sparatigli dal 26enne a distanza ravvicinata. L’esecuzione di una perquisizione presso l’abitazione dello sparatore 26enne, ancora, ha consentito ai Carabinieri di rinvenire due pistole entrambe di proprietà del nonno convivente di quest’ultimo delle quali una in particolare, una Beretta semiautomatica cal. 7,65, in attesa degli accertamenti tecnici di laboratorio del RIS Carabinieri di Messina, sembrerebbero compatibili proprio quella utilizzata nel fatto di sangue. L’accoglimento da parte dell’Autorità Giudiziaria della ricostruzione investigativa della vicenda, fornita dai Carabinieri, ha consentito l’emissione del provvedimento per la cui esecuzione è stata necessaria una prolungata ed attenta attività tecnica, finalizzata al rintraccio dei destinatari. Infatti, se la notifica del provvedimento di obbligo di dimora nei confronti del 24enne non ha posto, ai Carabinieri, particolari problemi, diversa è stata per gli altri due che, invero, hanno preferito darsi alla fuga facendo perdere le loro tracce. La Sezione Operativa della Compagnia Carabinieri di Caltagirone, raccordandosi con la Polizia tedesca, ha fornito utili elementi per l’esatta localizzazione del fuggiasco 23enne che, infatti, è stato rintracciato ed arrestato in Germania nella citta di Weinheim, mentre il 26enne, che avrebbe materialmente sparato alla vittima, è stato arrestato presso il porto di Palermo appena sbarcato da un traghetto proveniente da Genova.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[yuukei-yikes]

there is not a punchline.

[nullxvii]

a messy sketch dump of my fan apprentice, Cruz! drawing him is so much fun......

can you guess whos his main love interest??? mmm???

[marikabi]

La sottoccupazione

Sembra sia l’argomento del momento (Crozza ci ha dedicato mezza puntata di venerdì 6 ottobre), eppure di sfruttamento e sottoccupazione l’Italia soffre da almeno 40 anni.

Solo che prima non c’erano tutte le leggi a sdoganare e a legittimare lo sfruttamento (da ultima, la riforma scolastica che introduce l’alternanza scuola-lavoro. Se si potessero pagare le ore degli studenti con i pur maledetti voucher, ciascuno di loro guadagnerebbe una cifra tra i 1500 ed i 3000 euro). 

Chi pre-liberalizzazione di Stato utilizzava ed imponeva il nero rischiava molto di più e globalmente si tendeva a limitarne il ricorso. Oddio, la Campania si è sempre mantenuta sul lavoro nero: il riconoscimento ufficiale fu ad opera del solito grande Massimo Troisi, in un suo sketch degli anni Settanta.

Sfruttamento per sfruttamento, a differenza di allora, l’Italia non aveva il c.d. Pacchetto Treu (la madre degli attuali guasti al mercato del lavoro) a sancire la fine delle assunzioni regolari, i voucher erano solo quelli delle agenzie di viaggio e il costoso ed inutile JobsAct impensabile, come impensabile allora era il profilo il Presidente del Consiglio che l’ha fatta votare in Parlamento.

La liberalizzazione costante del mercato del lavoro non ha portato più lavoro, bensì più sfruttamento, nonché ha diffuso la cancrena della sottoccupazione.

Le decine di tipologie di lavoro atipico hanno distrutto l’idea che il lavoro possa essere attività remunerata, oltre che dignitosa.

Mi sento di ribadire che tutti i lavori leciti sono dignitosi se adeguatamente remunerati. L’unico lavoro privo di dignità è quello non pagato, quindi non riconosciuto. (Il volontariato è altra cosa, anche se spesso il volontariato viene pagato e riconosciuto.) (La stessa nulla considerazione si ha per il lavoro di cura famigliare delle donne: non è remunerato, quindi, non è riconosciuto, seppur preteso come atto dovuto da una certa inestirpabile condizione d’inferiorità cui sono antropologicamente relegate le donne.)

Cosa diventeranno mai le migliaia di giornalisti/stagisti/bortaborse/tirocinanti costretti a lavorare gratis con la speranza di un posto di lavoro in futuro? Il mio pensiero--per quanto riguarda il giornalismo--è che in un futuro pressoché immediato, fare il giornalista sarà appannaggio di chi potrà permetterselo economicamente (nel senso che vive di altro lavoro), e chi vi scrive è l’esempio più prossimo, a voi che state leggendo.

Dietro ogni tentativo di lavorare gratis per avere una speranza di impiego regolare, c‘è sempre la sottoccupazione, ovviamente anche questa sfruttata.

Le vignette che accompagnano quest’editoriale (da cinismoilustrado.com e prugna.net) sono più esplicative di qualunque altra indignazione pubblica. 

Che si sogni di fare l’astronauta o il pompiere, non ci sarà posto per quasi nessuno. E nessuno sogna di fare il cameriere o il volantinatore, figure molto richieste dal mercato.

Lo sfruttamento e la sottocupazione determinano un dolore privato che non ha la stessa evidenza pubblica dell’indignazione politica (quasi sempre ipocrita, visti i recenti scandali parlamentari) e la soluzione è più lontana di qualunque distanza i nostri giovani possano mettere tra l’Italia ed il Paese estero che li accoglierà.

Se si deve studiare per finire a fare i camerieri ed i commessi (queste sono le tipologie di impiego che fanno innalzare le statistiche dell’occupazione patria, sapevatelo), tanto vale non studiare proprio (siamo il penultimo Paese per numero di laureati; il 38% degli iscritti non porta a termine gli studi) ed ancorarsi a quei ‘privilegiati’ dei genitori. Oppure, espatriare, con grande ed artata indignazione mediatica dei nostri governanti.

Se rimangono in famiglia, i nostri figli verranno chiamati NEET o nel migliore dei casi ‘bamboccioni’. Se espatriano, saranno chiamati ingrati.

Se saranno ‘fortunati’--come me--troveranno un lavoro assolutamente non adeguato ai loro titoli di studio (il 30% degli attuali occupati in Italia è in realtà sottoccupato, mentre il 35% possiede un titolo di studio non inerente all’attività svolta) e spariranno dalla considerazione generale, incanalandosi in un’altra via crucis: il pensionamento quale estrema unzione.

Ne parlavo qualche sera fa con i miei ex compagni di liceo. Con quel tipo di maturità, all’epoca, non c’era (e tutt’ora non c’è) nessun impiego adatto. Quindi, si era costretti comunque a continuare gli studi. E abbiamo studiato tantissimo, noi di quella generazione. Qualcuno di noi forse è in pari tra lavoro e titolo di studio; altri no, ma rarissimi tra i nostri coetanei in tutto il Paese abitano le stanze del potere, dei governi, delle amministrazioni, delle università, luoghi in cui o sono più anziani o più giovani, spesso cooptati o figli-di.

L’Italia ha condannato socio-economicamente il ventennio dei Millennials; ha costretto i T-Q a sottoccuparsi nel peggior modo; forse la GenZ potrebbe avere più fortuna in un’Italia quasi disabitata (i baby boomers nella tomba, gli altri, expat); ha annientato pure la mia generazione, quella ora più piena di sottomessi travet, spenti contabili, rassegnati funzionari, demotivati docenti, sconsolati avvocati, che abbiano sognato da architetti o interpreti parlamentari, da docenti universitari o primari ospedalieri, da direttori editoriali o caporedattori, e così via. 

La precarizzazione del lavoro ha ridotto drasticamente anche le tutele di chi un lavoro ce l’aveva già, compreso il pubblico impiego, al quale--con buona pace dei soliti e strumentali luoghi comuni--è stato sottratto il contratto (nonostante la natura privatistica) e--nel caso degli statali--la tutela sanitaria (i giorni di assenza per malattia vengono detratti).

Gente come me alleva figli già disillusi e sconfitti. Mio figlio, però, aggiunge anche rabbia alla sua condizione di Millennial socio-economicamente condannato, quando infuriato mi sottolinea spesso che ho avuto troppa sfortuna, lavorativamente parlando, che si riverbera sul suo misero futuro.

I guasti del mercato del lavoro in Italia sono antichi. Ad una nazione senescente e in via di desertificazione si aggiunge la piaga dell’abbassamento di aspettative e di istruzione/cultura. siamo condannati ad una ingloriosa fine.

Nel suo ultimo libro, Retrotopia, Zygmunt Baumann racconta che in Australia il 75% della popolazione attiva nutre ottimismo per il futuro, mentre in Francia l’ottanta per cento della popolazione ritiene che vivrà peggio dei decenni passati. Che la crisi abbia la sua colpa, è indubitabile, ma che il pessimismo europeo (e soprattutto quello italiano) sia mantenuto dalla miopia dei governi e dall’avidità di chi è già al potere è altrettanto ineccepibile.

© Orticalab

[rdmfavcpls]

Worst Timing

Title: Worst Timing

Category: Digimon

Pairing: Takumi/Yuuko Nokia/Yuugo Ami/Arata

Rating: T

Summary: Ami and Takumi are twins that moved away six years ago. They moved back to where their friends are at and as a reunion, they all go to the beach to celebrate and reconnect. However, four of the friends start dating leaving two of them alone, which they aren’t that mad about

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the digimon franchise.

~~Story Begins~~

~~Six years ago~~

“We will see each other again, right?” a young girl with pink hair spoke crying as they stood at a subway station.

“Of course,” another young girl said with red hair.  “I promise to come back, besides we will keep in touch as well.”

“You had better come back,” the last of the girls said with straight black hair spoke. “I don’t think many people will be as true as a friend you are to me or to my brother.”

“This sucks,”  a boy with long black hair spoke, “Why can’t you two stay here? Why do you have to move?”

The boy with red spiked hair sighed, “We begged to stay, we really did, but Mom and Dad said they have to move for work. I don’t know why we have to move as well.”

“Just don’t forget about us,” the last boy with short black hair said.

“We can’t,” the two red hair twin spoke together. “You are our friends.”

“No one can replace you,” the red haired girl spoke.

“Ami, Takumi, it’s time to go,” a voice shouted from the train causing the two red hair kids to wave good-bye before running towards their parents. 

~~Present Day~~

“Arata!” a female voice spoke before a pink jacket arm wrapped around his white jacket’s arm. The lady was wearing a blue dress and grey stockings, her pink hair done in pigtails and her wrists were covered in bracelets, her grey heels clicking across the sidewalk as she walked alongside the man who never stopped moving. “Guess what?’

Arata had long black ragged looking hair, his grey eyes were narrowed in annoyance at his newfound companion, his white jacket had a hood with blue stitching that matched the body suit he wore underneath, “You’re annoying?” He questioned taking a guess that he knew was wrong. 

“Jerk, I am not annoying!” the female responded with a huff. “I just got a message from Ami.”

“Is she coming to visit again, Nokia?” Arata asked looking at the female.

“Hehe, your attitude always changes when Ami is involved,” Nokia chuckled enjoying the reaction she got from the grumpy Arata who quickly look away. “The answer is no by the way.”

“...” Artata stayed silent.

Nokia spoke between her giggles. “Ami is moving back. Takumi is still thinking about it.”

Arata looked at Nokia as she unwound her arm, “It’s been awhile since any of us saw Takumi, why is Ami moving back?”

“Ami got a job with Kuremi Agency in Nakano,” Nokia spoke. Keeping the thought the grump person next to her could also be another reasoning as to why Ami is moving. “However, Takumi is helping her move so I’m planning a date at the beach with them and the Kamishiro twins. Want to join?”

“I don’t see why not, just don’t expect me to swim,” Arata spoke shoving his hands in the pocket.

“No fun,” Nokia pouted. “Now i just need to find my darling Kamishiro twins and let them know the good news. I’ll see you later.”

Arata smirked, he won’t swim unless she asked him too.

~~On the train~~

“Are you sure about this?” a red spiky hair boy asked, digivice goggles keeping the hair out of his blue eyes, he was wearing a black shirt with two yellow circles featuring AWA Studios and black cargo pants and brown straps.

“Of course I’m sure, Takumi,” the female companion spoke, her red hair pulled into a side pony tail where her digivice goggles wrapped around, she was wearing a yellow shirt with black sleeves and two circles in the same fashion as Takumi’s only in black with AWA Studios, a grey backpack was down on the ground where her grey shoes were at, contrasting against her yellow socks and the short grey skirt. “I miss hanging out with everyone everyday, plus if I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t take on the job offer.”

“It justs feel weird you making this decision without talking to me about it,” Takumi spoke crossing his arms.

“Than move with me,” Ami spoke not buying the act her brother usually uses to make her feel guilty. “You know for a fact I have always wanted to move back. Besides, you haven’t came back and hang out with us in what a year?”

“So?”

“What happened a year ago? That fight you had with Arata,” Ami spoke.

“We had a disagreement over something,” Takumi spoke.

“What sort of disagreement?” Ami questioned. “Every time I ask Arata about it, he freezes up and leaves. You don’t usually hold a grudge against someone either.” She received no response. “Fine, but I still want to know what happened. The two of you were super close before.”

“We just don’t see eye-to-eye anymore,” Takumi responded with a roll of his shoulders looking out the window.

~~At the beach~~

Nokia was splashing her friend, Yuuko Kamishiro who was wearing a white swimsuit, Nokia was wearing a two piece swimsuit in a pink color with frills. “Come on Yuuko, fight back!”

“I am holding onto the beach ball, Nokia!” Yuuko responded angrily trying to use the ball as a shield. “Yuugo, hold this!” she threw the ball towards her brother who was wearing black swim trunks, his black hair cut short as his black eyes looked nervously between his blue eyed girlfriend who was looking for a challenge and the angry black eyes of his sister.

Arata Sanada just smirked from his spot on the beach, his white coat on over top of his blue jumpsuit but underneath it, he did have a pair of blue swim trunks on. He leaned against the tree trunk he was near by and watched as his friends played in the inviting looking water.

“I see you haven’t changed much,” a voice spoke from beside him causing Arata to look over to see Takumi.

“So, you decided to join today too?” Arata asked looking back at their friends.

“Mainly to talk to you, I thought I told you to stay away from Ami?” Takumi asked as the one who they were speaking about sneaked up on Nokia and scared her.

“It was a mistake to tell you that I have a crush on her,” Arata spoke. “However, I will not quit hanging out with her. She is still a friend. She keeps asking me about the fight we had a year ago.”

“Same here and she’s still clueless,” Takumi responded. “Who's the one in the white?”

“Yuuko,” Arata commented.

“She’s grown.”

“Usually what happens when you miss out on a year of hanging out with us,” Arata responded.

The two boys were silent watching as the four friends played in the water, “Ami is a hacker now,” Takumi spoke causing the other to look at him.

“You and Nokia are the only two that aren’t then,” Arata responded. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it seems like no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the two of you to stay away. Just protect her, okay?”

“Are you giving me permission to date your sister?”

“Absolutely not, but I cannot stop her from hanging out with you alone,” Takumi spoke gritting his teeth.

Arata refrained from laughing, Takumi is acting the same way Yuuko was when Nokia and Yuugo started dating. “Whatever you say, but from the way you are talking, makes me think that my feelings for your sister are returned back to me, which means I have a chance.”

Takumi stomped his foot, “Dangit, I put my stupid foot in my mouth.” Ami looked over upon hearing Arata laugh and seeing her twin brother talking to himself. A smile appeared on her face, hoping that the friendship they had was starting to be repaired.

“Is that Takumi?” Yuuko asked upon seeing the other red haired boy.

“Yes, I tell him he needs to take better care of his hair but he ignores me,” Ami responded throwing the ball towards Nokia who wasn’t paying attention. “Do you want me to go get him?”

“Yes, I would like to have some stern words with him,” Yuuko spoke.

Ami chuckled and got out of the water dodging the beach ball, Nokia had thrown at her, she threw the ball back towards Yuugo and smiled shaking her head, “Takumi!” she called out grabbing her towel. “You promised Mom you would swim.”

“Continue swimming for me,” Takumi spoke back. Ami shook her head. “Seriously?”

“Not my fault, Yuuko wants to scold you, besides if you don’t go, not only are you getting a scold from Yuuko,” Ami said standing in front of her brother, “but you will also have Mom being mad at you. She will take away your games and cancel the preorder of the new Monster game you have been raving about.”

“Ouch, man,” Arata spoke. “That is almost like a sin with all those special pre-order bonuses.”

“Tell me about it,” Takumi said with a grumble taking the shirt off since he was just wearing his swimming shorts as shorts. “Mom would do it too.”

Ami looked at Arata, “You come too, there is zero reason as to why you shouldn’t be having fun.”

“Obviously,” Arata spoke as Takumi headed towards the ocean, “I am not dressed for it.”

“Obviously, that’s your problem,” Ami spoke putting her hands on her hips as she wore the one piece yellow swimsuit with ease. “You knew we were hanging out at the beach, thus you should have came prepared.” 

Arata smirked at the lady in front of him, “Oh, what would you do if I didn’t come prepare?”

“You would be swimming in that outfit you are wearing,” Ami spoke bending down to where she was level with Arata, “However, I know you came prepared so you are getting into the water.”

“I will, but not right now,” Arata spoke, “Because I really don’t think you want to intervene in that.” He pointed towards their friends causing Ami to turn around.

The sight she saw was Yuugo and Nokia walking away with the beach ball, Nokia laughing behind her hand while Yuugo was shaking his head, trying not to smile at his girlfriend’s comments. Yuuko was right up in Takumi’s face, her hands clenched into her fists as she scolded Takumi.

Ami sighed and sat down next to him, “You’re right, Takumi deserves it through.”

Arata smirked at her, “So, you’re a hacker?”

“Yeah, got introduced into it by Yuuko, when I somehow entered Kowloon. Tried to get me to join Zaxon too, roped Yuugo into trying to recruit me.”

“Didn’t work?” Arata asked looking ahead.

“They wouldn’t have been able to give me the answers I’m looking for,” Ami responded. “You didn’t join either if you are the other “irregular” Yuuko mentioned.”

“You got me,” Arata said placing his hands behind his head. “I didn’t join Zaxon either, went ahead and started my own group. Want to join?”

“Thank you for the offer, but no. I don’t think any group can give me the answers I’m looking for,” Ami spoke.

“Are you on a self-enlightenment journey or something?” Arata questioned as Yuuko got done yelling at Takumi.

“I guess you can call it that,” Ami spoke causing Arata to look at her, her eyes down casted.

Arata nudged her causing her to look at him, “Hey, if I can help you find whatever you are looking for, let me know. I’ll do my best to help.”

Ami smiled, “Thank you, but like I told Kamishiro, Nokia, and my own brother, you wouldn’t believe me.” Arata frowned at her, “Hey, you should let me know what days you are free so you could check out my apartment.”

A change of subject, something that Ami always did when she started showing sadness, Arata smirked at her, “I’m free most days, just got to let me know when you would like me over.”

~~Months later~~ Ami was logged into a private EDEN forum that Arata, Yuuko, and Yuugo had all created together. She was bent down onto one knee as she wrapped some gauze around her Garurumon paw. She heard a ding signalling that someone signed into the forum. 

“There, does that feel better?” Ami asked looking at her Garurumon who tested out its paw before nuzzling Ami who was smiling as she rubbed its head. “That’s good to hear.”

“Life is never dull with you around,” she heard Arata spoke from behind her. He stood next to her, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Got anything planned later on today?”

“No, after the battle and everything that happened today, Kyoko is giving me the rest of the day off, why?” Ami asked as her Gomamon came running up to her which she picked up and held, her arms underneath his front flippers. She dashed the hope that he was going to ask her out on a date instead of just hanging out, it’s even been a month since the two of them just hung out one-on-one.

“Well, I was just wondering if you -” his digivice started to ring causing him to cuss and turning around before answering it. “Hello?”

“Some of Zaxon hackers have leaked our plans for the raid on person of interest 1,” the hacker spoke.

“Shoot, okay, I’ll be there to try and do damage control, just don’t screw it up,” Arata responded hanging up on the call. He turned around to face Ami.

“Most be important if they called you in,” Ami spoke with a smile. “Go ahead and go. They need you.”

Arata ran his fingers through his hair, “Thanks, I’ll try to talk to you later.”

He logged out, heading towards only he knows. Ami held onto her Gomamon tighter, the smile disappearing from her face as she looked over Gomamon’s orange mohawk. Garurumon nudged her back gently before nuzzling her face, feeling the sadness their mistress was feeling.

“Hey,” Gomamon spoke looking up at Ami, “Why don’t we all hang out at the Digital Farm? I can show you all the water tricks I’ve been learning!”

“That sounds like a great idea,” her Garurumon agreed. “It will be a snap to get you around all of the Digimon Farms you have while riding me.” Ami smiled at her two digimon, “Thank you guys, I would like that but you two will need to rest. I didn’t mean to get the two of you injured. I wonder how Pumpkinmon, Devimon, and Greymon are doing now. I didn’t mean to make them faint during that final battle with Jimiken.”

“They will be happy to see you,” Garurumon spoke sitting down. “Especially Pumpkinmon.” “Than let’s go!” Gomamon said as he pointed his flipper towards the logout area causing Ami to laugh as she followed the direction her digimon was pointing in.

~~Next Day~~

Arata was tired, the battle with the rogue Zaxon hackers taking a toll on his team plus Kerisamon, but they got their damage control and everything will be proceeding as planned.

He walked on the sidewalk, running his fingers through his hair. He wanted to hang out with Ami, without distractions, but of course, something came up and Ami was understanding of him needing to leave. He noticed how nothing truly came up on her end.

He put his hood up and walked on the sidewalk in Shinjuku. He stopped as he noticed Ami talking to a man that seemed calm. Ami placed her hands behind her back with a bright smile on her face. The man just shook his head at her.

“You are a weird one,” the calm man said placing his hands on his hips. “Why do you come out of your way to talk to me? Do you just come here to bug me to get help with your homework?”

“Yep,” Ami responded.

“That will only make people - the police - suspect me more,” the man responded and Arata narrowed his eyes. There was a bad vibe coming from this guy and Ami is just talking to him like normal.

“Sooo?” Ami questioned. “I’m their secret weapon’s assistant and my boss plus Matayoshi can vouch for you. So come on please!”

“Are you like this to everyone you meet after a case?” the man asked.

Ami shook her head, “I don’t know. I’m still new to the whole business but I did some asking around about you. You see, since I have a job, my school allows me to take online classes, but the thing is, there is no class sessions where the teacher explains what the material is over, so I really need help with the material.”

“You found out that I have a teaching degree that I don’t use,” the man said shaking his head.

“You caught me,” Ami said with a smile. “So, please.”

“Fine,” the man said with a sigh. “Saturdays are the only days in which I have off so will Saturday mornings work?”

“Anytime that is fine with you will work with me,” Ami said. “My boss is really easy-going about it unless an emergency case comes up than I will let you know in advance.”

“Never thought I would use my teaching degree, but thanks,” the man said. “Now get out of here.”

“Yes sir!” Ami said before running off.

Arata was so engrossed in eavesdropping on the conversation, that he didn’t notice Nokia sneaking up behind him. “So, did you finally ask her?” Nokia asked causing him to snap his head towards her.

“What are you talking about?” Arata asked narrowing his grey eyes.

“Have you asked Ami out on a date?” Nokia questioned crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you chickened out again and just asked to hang out with her?”

“Something came up last night, I don’t think I was even with her for three minutes before I got called away,” Arata spoke narrowing his eyes at her.

“You have Takumi’s permission finally after getting my boyfriend involved and you still haven’t asked her,” Nokia said angrily.

“I’m trying,” Arata snapped before walking away, not seeing Nokia’s smirk.

“Good, it’s about time I hit a nerve with that geek,” she said to herself.

~~Later that Day~~

Ami was in her apartment, twirling a pencil in her between her fingers as she tried to find the homework assignment she was working on when there was knocking on her door. She rolled her eyes thinking it was her brother who was supposed to come back for the weekend until Monday due to school.

“It’s unlocked,” she called out writing down the answer she found for the question. The door opened and shut as she automatically found the next answer, “How was cultural fest?”

“Couldn’t tell you, my school doesn’t have it until another month,” a voice spoke from behind her causing her to lean against the couch and look up at her visitor. “I’ll let you know when it’s over.”

“Arata! What are you doing here?”

“Visiting you, I did knock,” Arata said crossing his arms as Ami turned around on the couch.

“I thought you was Takumi, he should be due back today, What can I do for you today?” Ami asked with a smile.

“What’s this about you asking someone for help with your schoolwork?” Arata asked.

“I thought that was you I saw,” Ami said. “Anyway, he’s someone who I encountered on a case that was possess by a Digimon. He’s a good person, just misunderstood.”

“Possess by a digimon?” Arata asked. “Is that even possible?”

“I’ve had a case where a digimon was collecting EDEN accounts,” Ami spoke. “So yes, it is. Digimon aren’t just programs. Nokia seems to believe me.”

“Strange how she became a hacker,” Arata said shaking his head. “You two idiots would believe they have feelings.”

Ami glared at him, “You will understand someday.”

“Yeah, sure,” Arata spoke. “Look, I came here to ask you a question.”

Ami tilted her head, “Oh?”

Just than his digivice went off again causing him to groan, “Not again.” Ami smiled, “Go ahead and go, you are a very popular man.”

Arata walked out with a sigh, thinking his group of hackers were sometimes idiots as they got breached again. “One of these times, I will ask.” Ami sighed as the smile fell, it was getting so easy to hide her emotions from everyone, even her own brother. She couldn’t hide it from her Digimon friends or Kyoko however. Maybe it was better if she didn’t move back close to home.

~~Two Days Later~~ Arata was walking down the streets of the Shibuya, trying to find Ami, his digivice on silent and all missions pressed forward or held back. He was bound determined to finally ask Ami out on a date. Kyoko said she was at the studio records store taking on a case.

He entered the music shop and saw Ami talking to Reiko Tawa, “Let me talk to my manager about it,” Reiko spoke. “If you think staying inside the store will help find the culprit then I’m sure he’s up for it.”

“Thank you,” Ami said bowing slightly.

Reiko left to talk to her manager and Ami was looking at the strange album, “I didn’t know you was into that type of music,” Arata spoke standing next to Ami.

“It’s hard on the ears,” Ami responded, “However, I can see how she likes it.” She looked at him, “Did you come here to buy music?”

“Naw, Kyoko told me where you was since I would like to talk to you,” Arata spoke.

“The last couple of times you said that, your digivice went off,” Ami pointed out. 

Arata’s eyes narrowed, “Yes well, if they screw up than they have to fix it. I am unavailable to them right now.”

Reiko came back with a bright smile, “My manager agreed to it! He’s allowed us to stay the night here.”

“Wait, us?” Ami questioned.

“Well, yeah, I’m joining! I want to meet the person who is making those albums,” Reiko said.

“It could be dangerous,” Ami tried to counter.

“Than all the more reason for me to join you in case you get hurt,” Reiko said. “Please let me join, I have always wanted to know what it will be like to stay the night here.”

Ami thought about it, “Okay, but if gets too dangerous, you run, okay?” “Okay!” Reiko said excited. “I can’t wait.”

Ami waved bye at her client as Arata and her left the store, “Sounds like fun,” Arata commented.

“I’ll let you know when it’s over,” Ami spoke. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

Arata shoved his hands in his pockets, “I was wondering if you would like to go out on an actual date with me?”

“A date?” Ami questioned looking at the taller teenager.

“Yes, a date. You know what Nokia, Yuugo, Takumi, and Yuuko do on the nights we usually hang out together,” Arata explained a smirk.

“I know what a date is,” Ami explained, “And I know what they do on a date. I’m not stupid.”

“Now, you are just absent-minded some days,” Arata responded enjoying bantering with her. It was sorely overdue and missed. “So yes or no?”

“Yes,” Ami said happily. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask and I think I just started dashing my hopes in you ever asking.”

“It’s what I’ve been trying to ask and say the last couple of times I’ve talked to alone,” Arata spoke. “Tonight you have that stake-out, tomorrow you have that tutoring with that one man, so how does tomorrow afternoon?

“Tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect,” Ami responded with a smile.

“Good, meet me outside of Broadway,” Arata spoke thinking, “Around 3:00. We’ll decide on what to do then.”

“Sounds good, maybe now Gomamon won’t want to drown you,” Ami said chuckling at Arata’s reaction.

“Shouldn’t that seal be digivolved by now?” Arata asked.

“He can, it will be into a giant walrus but he prefers being held,” Ami said giggling.

“You’re digimon are protective of you,” Arata spoke. “How ever will I gain their trust?”

“Mirel has already talked them down,” Ami said. “She’s good about that. So I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00. I need to go inform Kyoko of the plans for this case.” She ran off towards the office and Arata went his way, a genuine smile on his face.

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2017.01.07 Sola Fide Church | Nathania Artata (at Sola Fide Church)

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Local deity got lonely and started bringing loved ones come back from the dead a thousand years after the fact. Can someone do something? What do you mean she makes the rules around here?

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reverend daughter and her cavalier

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teen dipper and mabel, old dipper and mabel (inspired in what i thought the first time i read "reverse falls" many years ago)

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as a kid i hated that purple circle bitch and i hoped he wouldnt be in the new show but hmmm.... well played...

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Good episode

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dudeee.... me when i wash my mouth or whatever

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this is what i choose to believe