The Servants [Hayagawa and Nadia]

[nadia]

Chop.

Chop.

The chicken fell into neat slices with each motion of the blade. Nadia dumped the neat chunks into the saucepan, which was brimming with a delicious-smelling curry sauce. Rice steamed nearby. Nadia Singh was not dressed to impress by any means. Old green t-shirt that was too big and blacks running shorts. For the moment, it was just her and Tokomon, cooking away. Well, Nadia was cooking. Tokomon was trying to hijack ingredients for himself.

Nadia's apartment suited her lifestyle. Small kitchen connected directly to an equally small living room. There was an old burnt-orange couch that looked like salvage and one overstuffed but nice beige armchair that was likely imitation suede. One hardly noticed the white walls as shelves covered most of it, lined with hundreds of books. There was no television. One bathroom, one bedroom. It was furnished quaintly - a double bed with a pretty Indian quilt over cheap sheets. More books. A lamp on a single bedside table and a small closet that comfortably contained Nadia's limited wardrobe.

But it was home. And she was having company tonight. It was unusual for her, she supposed. She'd only met Hayagawa-kun a few times since she begun studying at the university. Being in Social Work, their paths crossed on occasion. Not to mention their bond in that they'd both bought Digimon and digivices from A.I.R. No forcing Tokomon to hide.

"Tokomon, stop." Nadia said flatly, referring to the bunch of bananas he was trying to sneak from the countertop. "You can eat when we all eat."

The Digimon seemed to deflate, pouting. He scurried off to the couch to do more advanced pouting.

Nadia was fixing curried chicken over rice. It wasn't at all Japanese, but she hoped Hayagawa-kun was interested in foreign foods. She'd top it with bananas, nuts, coconut, pineapple..

The Indian girl smiled and swirled the chicken in the saucepan. She was looking forward to the evening.

[hayagawakiyoshi]

"Child, you are slow. That ugly vixen from the- oh, what is it- well nevermind that. She invited us to dinner. Are you daft boy? What the hell is that you're wearing?" Viximon circled around Hayagawa-kun as he adjusted the tie around his neck. He had switched from his normal suit after work to a nice pair of pants, a nice shirt, and a black tie. The fox digimon stopped in front of him and looked him up and down. "It looks as though you are heading out again for work, not visiting the home of an ugly vixen. Boy, you are seriously daft. Why are you so prim and proper? It's just a house visit."

Hayagawa just rolled his eyes and continued to get ready to visit Nadia. He was used to Viximon's critical remarks by now, having originally been very insulted by the fox digimon when he had first gotten her from the A.I.R. market. That had been where he had met Nadia as well, and found out she was going to the local college for social work. "I'm getting dressed like this because it's polite to be dressed this way when visiting the home of another person, Viximon."

The small, round fox stared at him getting ready, figuring humans were foolish for dressing so properly when visiting the home of another. "I will never understand you foolish humans. You dress properly for work, and for visiting, and yet you laze around in nothing but shorts when alone at home."

Hayagawa slightly blushed as he pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys and digivice from beside the door. "Enough of your own foolishness, Viximon. You better be polite over there. We are guests in their home; there is no room for your antics." Hayagawa opened the door and Viximon swept past him into the hallway. She headed outside and for the small car that was parked outside the even smaller apartment complex. The round fox digimon waited patiently for Hayagawa to open the passenger door for her and once he did she promptly jumped up, struggling to get inside. Huffing she pulled herself up and took her seat. Hayagawa shut the door behind her and headed over to the driver seat. Getting in, he started up the car and backed out into the street. "Would flowers be too much? Dammit, I'm not good at this." Hayagawa frowned and looked at Viximon. The digimon looked back at him.

"Don't look at me, you young fool. You got yourself into this mess. Anyways, I barely know anything about you humans, how should I know if getting flowers would be the appropriate action to take?"

Viximon had a point there. He decided he would just stop and get a small bouquet before arriving at Nadia's home. Hayagawa drove off, trying to decide what kind of flowers to get. Viximon just rolled her eyes at the flustered young man.

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[nadia]

Nadia looked at her watch. "Jeez, better get changed. She turned all the burners on low heat. There was much more actually cooking to do, but dinner wasn't quite ready. She stepped away and headed for her bedroom, calling out to Tokomon as she did so. "If something catches on fire, warn me, okay?"

Her partner grumbled a begrudging 'yes' that sounded more like "If it pleases you, my liege" in the most sarcastic tone known to man. Nadia ignored it. It was going to be hard to have a pleasant evening if he had that attitude the whole night. She turned to her closet and rifled through her well-rounded wardrobe. She picked modestly - just dark washed jeans and a black-and-white striped shirt. Casual, but not as casual as before. Upon returning to the kitchen, Nadia was pleased to see a lack of smoke or fire damage. She poured the rice into a serving bowl but kept the chicken on the stove so it'd stay warm.

"Maybe Hayagawa-kun will bring his partner over, Tokomon." She smiled over her shoulder at her Digimon. "You'll have someone to relate to."

"Oh. Great. That's just what I need. After years and years of wishing and wishing - "

Nadia sighed with a smile. He was more of a handful than she ever anticipated.

[hayagawakiyoshi]

Viximon sniffed the bouquet of flowers, making a face at the smell. "These flowers smell nothing like the flowers in the digital world. These smell like weeds and grass." Hayagawa looked down at the small fox digimon sniffing the flowers. She had stayed in the car while he had ran into the store to pick up some flowers for Nadia as a gift of appreciation for inviting them over for dinner. Well, that's because these aren't from the digital world. These are daisies, and these ones are lilies, and those two big ones are sunflowers. I would have gotten roses but..."

Shrugging, Hayagawa plucked one of the sunflowers from the bouquet and bent the stem in a loop. Viximon watched the human curiously as he tied the end of the stem to the flower, and set it around both her ears, sitting on her head like a tiara. The sunflower was turned to the side next to her left ear. Out of the three kinds of flowers Hayagawa had named, Viximon had actually liked the smell of the sunflower, but Hayagawa hadn't known that. All throughout the careful process of making the flower tiara, both were quiet. The small fox digimon stared up at the flower around her head, quietly deciding what to make of the large yellow plant. "It looks cute on you." Hayagawa said quietly, setting the bouquet down and pulling out from the store.

Viximon laughed. "It's a weed. A lady like myself deserves something better than a weed." The fox digimon gently shook the plant from her head and it fell beside her onto the seat. She would remember to pick it up later when they went back home.

The drive to Nadia's home was quiet, the radio playing softly in the background. Soon the duo pulled up to the apartment and exited the car. Hayagawa had the bouquet in hand, and Viximon stood beside him. "Well?" she asked, looking up at the human. "You're not seriously going to stand there the entire time, are you boy?"

Hayagawa looked down at her. "I just remembered I forgot which apartment is her's." He blushed, embarrassed.

Viximon sighed angrily, glaring at Hayagawa. "Boy, you are incompetent! Wouldn't you have the sense to look up where the vixen lives? Obviously not!" The small fox digimon stalked up to the building and looked along the height of the building. "Idiot child." she muttered.

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