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ankh,
hikari yagami

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Who: Ankh

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When: IC 7/25
Where: The zoo
What: A chance to talk about wings without so many emotions getting in the way
Rating/Warning: None

It wasn't usually a common sight to find someone, even a zookeeper, standing in an enclosure with a bird of prey. That said, it had been a somewhat more frequent occurrence at the one here since a certain Greeed with an affinity for birds had arrived. He was sitting on a rock by the fence, not far from the path where guests of the zoo could walk by and look in. His arm was the one that was clearly not human, armored in red and black with a sculpted bird along the back of it... and on the top of that was a real bird. A hawk, specifically, sitting there as calmly as if he were a tree.

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Hikari often gave off an aura that she was wise beyond her years. Most of the time, it was because of her silence. Those eyes. Always watching, always observing. They tended to hide the fact that...in the end...she was still only eight. With the mind of an eight-year-old, who saw certain connections in the simplest of terms.

Which meant, this time, it was her turn to elaborate what she meant:

"You transformed too. You grew wings."

...and that was all. The type of transformation didn't need to be the same, and he didn't even need to possess the same forms. Just the wings alone were enough, in her mind, to warrant such a comparison.

Well, if she'd meant anything more than that, it would have been stupid, because that was where the similarities ended. Still, he raised an eyebrow at it.

"Heh. I doubt that's the same thing." Though now he had an unpleasant image in his head of a cat with wings like his. Thanks for that, Hikari.

You're welcome.

"Well...no, I guess not completely the same thing. Angemon and Angewomon's wings are white."

She wanted to ask why his were so colorful. Very much. But...she was worried it would have sounded too rude.

He made some vague noise in reply to that. He also doubted that color was the only difference, but he didn't feel like getting into the details of exactly how these things she was talking about worked.

But whether fortunately or unfortunately for her, he could tell there was something she was holding back from saying. Something like that felt different from the kind of desire that could create a Yummy, but it was a desire nonetheless. Curiosity. He didn't mind humoring it for now. "What aren't you asking?"

Her head bowed. A child having been caught. Still...since he did ask...

"I...wanted to know why your wings look like they do. If...you want to tell me."

That threw him off a bit, between it seeming like a strange question to have that burning curiosity about and him not knowing how to answer it. He couldn't help laughing a little. "That was what you were so curious about?" Leave it to a kid.

She nodded.

Yup. That was all. Curiosity about the wings. What made them different. Where they came from. Why he had them.

Well, that just left him with the part where he didn't know how to answer the question. His wings looked like his wings. They'd always been that way. He glanced off to the side. "Who knows?"

Her head tilted slightly to one side. Confused.

"You mean...you don't?"

He raised an eyebrow, looking back at her.

"Why do your eyes look like they do, then?" That should be just as hard to answer.

If he wanted an in-depth, scientific response? Then, yeah, it would be just as hard to answer.

But for Hikari?

"Because Okaasan's eyes do. And Oniichan's." Her father's eyes were much darker, so while hers and her mothers weren't identical shades of brown, they were close enough to warrant comparison. "Isn't that why all people's eyes look like that?"

"Heh. Maybe..." So maybe that was easier to answer, after all. His origins were a little more muddled, and he even had a bit of a different answer about his eyes, since they weren't his to begin with. It all came down to not being human, or even being alive to start.

Gavina finished devouring her mouse and returned to where she had been perched on Ankh's arm. He gave the hawk a thoughtful look for a moment before he came up with an answer to the original question. "Birds have wings. I was just made that way."

"You're a bird?"

Or a...bird-like creature; after digimon, she would have been willing to believe most anything if the physical evidence were right in front of her.

He flinched slightly at the question. Not because of the words themselves, but because he'd heard it before from a different young girl, and that was an association that he had been trying very hard to forget.

"Why are you so interested in me, anyway?" Everything he said usually sounded a bit harsh, but his tone had picked up an extra edge that hadn't been there a moment before.

She heard the edge, but didn't understand where it was coming from. Had she...offended him? Was calling him a bird somehow offensive where he came from? If it was, she hadn't known and would apologize immediately.

"Because you seem interesting. Just like Tailmon." She glanced down at her companion, who was also looking at her curiously. Wondering where Hikari's interest came from. The young girl...she'd been interested in Tailmon as well. Even before they knew the bond connecting them. "She seemed interesting when we met, too."

It of course had nothing to do with that, but he wasn't planning on explaining it.

"You keep comparing me to the cat." And of course he was just going to keep calling Tailmon the cat despite her standing right there. "I'm not a-" he paused, glancing to Tailmon briefly. 'Cat' was probably not a sufficient word for talking cat that apparently transformed into something else with wings. "...whatever those are."

"Digimon. She's a digimon. Digital Monster." She initially clarified. "And that's okay. I'm not a digimon, either. But...you don't have to be the same to get along, right?"

Sure, it had been the similarities that initially drew her in. But there was more to it than that. Just like there was more to Tailmon than white fur, yellow gloves, and strange ring on the end of her tail. (...especially the ring.)

Well, that much, he understood, especially since most of the people he ended up getting along with weren't anything like him at all. But still, why was she so interested in him? And why vice versa? After the last time they met, he might have been just as happy to avoid her but here they were talking and he didn't understand why, himself. Especially when he couldn't help having those same memories resurface all over again. Or maybe it was because of that.

"So you like monsters?" Of everything she had said, it was the one thing he could find to latch onto.

A nod, at first, as if that much should have been obvious. Then, a thought occured to her. Lips forming a small 'o' as she glanced upward in thought, before pressing into a thin line. Her brows furrowed.

"Well...only the nice ones. I don't like evil digimon. They hurt too many people."

"So you think I'm nice, then." Maybe that would sound like a topic shift, but it wasn't really, as far as he was concerned. He may not be a digimon, but it wasn't wrong to call himself a monster.

"You see nice."

A little stand-offish, perhaps, but no worse than Yamato could be. And he had yet to try and kidnap her, which was already a major positive.

"Heh." There's some mix of emotions behind that sound that would be hard to individually pick out. He had hurt plenty of people, plenty with full knowledge of what he was doing. And one he hadn't intended to, a long time ago. She'd trusted him, too.

"What if you're wrong?"

Tailmon tensed up beside her, but HIkari...only stood a little straighter. Her eyes staring up at him, wide but not overly so. Watching. Thinking something over in her mind.

"Are you going to try to hurt me?"

He met that gaze, watching similarly. But it faltered at the question, and he looked away again.

"If I had a reason." He didn't have one, didn't think he would have one, but he refused to claim he wouldn't ever. Still, the words lacked force, and he had to wonder at himself about it. He used to say things like that to Eiji all the time without any doubt that he meant them. This felt different.

She smiled.

Not brightly, and not confidently. More of a soft, content smile, coupled with a slight nod of acknowledgement. His words didn't frighten her so much. They didn't sound like a threat--and she had been threatened enough times before by evil digimon to know what a threat sounded like. To her ears, it sounded more like...an uncertainty.

"Then I'll have to make extra sure I never give you a reason."