Forgotten Sea Wave - [Tatsuya]

Tatsuya let out a growl as he vanished from the bridge, being suddenly tossed on the cold ground by an unknown force. Quickly standing up, he was about to begin looking for everyone... when he noticed that something wasn't just right. After a brief second, he managed to discern that feeling: his body had shrunk at least twenty centimetres! -What the...? -he muttered, only to discover that his voice was now much lighter and far less mature. Taking a look at his features, a feeling of deja-vu striked him.

A voice then talked to him... but it felt different. It was much more calm and gentle than it was before. -Careful in harming peoples surrounding you... most of them are memories... yours... you'll only can begin your test once I said so... for now, rest easy... relax and keep yourself from recklessly lashes out at something... Now, have fun... -it spoke, before vanishing. The screen then popped up, with MetalGreymon X appearing on the other side.

-Tatsuya! Are you okay... Wait, why are you so small now? -the dragon asked, knowing that it was his partner, but still taken aback by the huge difference. The Kazan looked around, finding a mirror conveniently set for cars to advance from a nearby cross without being blinded by the buildings. A younger version of himself greeted his look.

-"Of course! This had to be when I was twelve years old...! Which means, this is..." -he began thinking, tilting his head around. There was a building that looked like a dojo, making him realize that he was right indeed. The name-plate spoke "Mukaido" to anyone that looked at it.

He couldn't quite make out when had he heard such a name, but shrugged, nonetheless. He needed to get to work right now to join the others again. -"It looks like I've shrunk, pal. Don't worry, I'm still me" -he thought. In his head, his voice resonated as deep as usual, so his partner smirked.

-"Well then... what am I supposed to do?!" -he asked himself, or rather, the voice.

Tatsuya was then startled by a girly voice calling out for him, making the teen let out a surprised gasp as he tilted his body towards the source. His eyes then met a sea-coloured-eyed girl with black hair, but... there was something wrong there. He could see her face perfectly, but at the same time it was just as if his head made it blur, preventing him from recognizing her. She wore a summer dress, sandals, and had her hair tied into a pony tail. She felt awfully familiar, for some reason he couldn't discern at that time. The young boy didn't know what was going on, but the newcomer just kept speaking.

-What are you doing here? The dojo won't open until nine, you know? Or could it be that you're too eager to test your new moves? Couldn't sleep before testing it? So you do have those kind of moments, too, huh? -the eleven year old girl teased him with words that rang a bell on his head. That moment could've been described as the perfect definition of a deja vu, but the young Kazan wasn't even close to gues why. He could at least discern her smirk from the blur that was her face.

Still, his next words wouldn't be those of his usual self. Rather, he backed off slightly, looking at her with a suspicious, yet very surprised gaze. Hooded Yuuki had told him that most of the people he'd meet would be memories... why was she different?

-Your face... who are you? And how is it that you know me? -he asked, much colder than he used to. He might had shrunk, but in his mind, the events of Yuuki's trial were still fresh. He had to be very careful in order not to fall in a trap... without MetalGreymon X by his side, and his body being much younger, he was a lot weaker than before.

So it did seem that the girl knew him, because she then began asking if he was okay or if he had hit his head, the concerned voice tone making him feel a little more at ease. He wasn't in danger, at least not at that time. However, as she pronounced her name, it was quickly censored for the teen, as it was suffocated by a sound like a great wave crashing into a cliff, making Tatsuya question himself what could be going on at that time. She had to be a memory, that was clear, but...

He didn't have time to think about that. Not when Yuuki and the others needed him, so he decided that he'd play along at that time, just in case it was needed in order to continue. -Of course I'm messing with you. It's me we're talking about, ain't it? -he playfully stated, with the voice ringing inside of his head yet again, explaining a little about that vision to the teenager. So, he was required to separate the truth from the lies, as if the dark Yuuki was playing a mind game on him, one which he had to get out as soon as possible, because even if the figure told him that he wouldn't be penalized for taking his time, his friend in jeopady would.

-Damn, I hoped I could play the amnesic a little longer, but you caught me immediately! How's that? I'm such a terrible liar, right? -he stated, still unsure of what the girl's reaction would be at that given moment. Looking at the Dojo, at least the family name had been revealed. However, how could she know that it wasn't open?

-I hope Shishou won't get too hard on us today... how can you handle all this training? I love it, but it's still sooooo tiring -he muttered, obviously joking. He couldn't know she was the daughter of his master...

A concerned look was drawn on Tatsuya's eyes as tears rolled on the girl's cheeks. He didn't know who she was, or why was she even crying; everything he could remember about her was that two sentences he had told her. Then, if that was the case, why? Why did his chest ache as the unknown teenager cried? Gasping a little at her reaction, the young Kazan's body moved on its own, drawing the girl closer to him. Not knowing what else to say, he attempted to fix what he had done.

-Hey... I'm sorry. I was just messing with you, I promise. I didn't think you'd start... crying. Are you okay? -he asked her. Now that he thought about it, how the hell was he interacting with his own memories? Perhaps he was talking to her at that time, and it hadn't happen back on its own time? Or was that the mind game he thought it was? He felt like discarding the first two, but... if it was a mind game, why did it feel so real? Even when Hypnomon had played with his mind, it had been a little unnatural.

Wanting to change the topic of the conversation, he looked at her with his now much more immature, yet still warm gaze, and grabbed her shoulders. -Hey, I know I'm a little soon, so how about this? To compensate, we can go for a walk now. How does that sound? Even if I wanted to train, I kinda... -he began, but realized he couldn't tell the girl anything about Yuuki's trial.

-I kinda let my sports bag home! Plus, I don't feel like training today... I'm still a little hurt from yesterday's practice. Also, I'll let you smack me a little for being an idiot. Is that fine? -he playfully asked the vision, awaiting for her answer.

So she was really hurt, after all. The young teen felt bad, because his words had managed to make another person cry... that had only happened a few times before, specially when he left someone in another country. However, he had that assumed, meaning that it wouldn't have the least effect on him. Just how many surprises would that blurred image have for the Kazan? -You-you're just messing with me? Y-you jerk... Bakatsuya, you made my heart almost broke into pieces! You idiot... you really big idiot! Honestly, I don't know what to do with you!

The boy then spoke, his voice and gaze holding a great deal of warmth. -I'm an idiot, I know... I can't help it. And I know your father hates cowards... but is it a cowardly act to take the daughter of a martial artist for a walk, not being afraid on the effects it could have on me afterwards? I'd say it's pretty daring, don't you think? Either way, yeah, I got hurt after the practice. Ya know, I couldn't sleep, so I began practicing a little yesterday night... and well, to be honest, I tripped with one of Ryuu's toys -he completely made up the story, but it was definitely convincing. Something casual, that could happen to anyone.

Still, she wanted to know where would he take her. -Does it really matter? It's just walking around for a while, talking, having a good time. You don't have to go anywhere fancy to have fun, right? -Tatsuya told the girl with the blurred face as he smirked. He couldn't think of a good place to go, so he'd just let it be for the time being.

Tatsuya was very surprised by the highly concerned tone the girl's voice took as he mentioned his body aching from his falling. The memory began bombarding him with questions about how much did it hurt, where, and if he wanted her to massage that part of his body. The teen smiled at the girl. For some reason, she seemed to care a lot about him, awakening a warm feeling in his chest. -It's okay, it's only my shoulder. It hurts a little if you touch it, but if you're worried... I'll let you do it -he smiled to the young teenager.

The topic then changed to them going for a walk on their own, without telling anybody. When the young female asked if he would take the blame, he smirked. -Aha. It's not a problem for me, anyway. Maybe your dad will make me do some push-ups, but I'd say it will be worth it -he said, knowing that he wouldn't have to do anything since the trial would end before that time came. As she pinched his cheek, telling him that they should get going, he followed suit with a soft chuckle.

It was then when the voice spoke to him again, introducing him to the details of his trial. -And now the trial will start... you'll start to point zero of this girl found out that you're lying... you'll start to point zero if this girl find you've forgotten her... You'll win should you remember everything about her. Try to discern her teasing from her true self. Afterward, you shall move to the next phase with your friends -it told him before fading again.

Tatsuya's eyes darkened for a second, but quickly became to his usual self as he moved alongside the girl. He looked at her black hair, which reminded him of that of Avery's, yet the latter's was longer. -So, what should we do? We have the entire day for ourselves, so... should we pull off a classic and go to the beach? Since Miami's beaches are amazing, it could be a good way to spend the day.

Tatsuya smirked as the girl told him that he needed to lay down in order for her to give him that massage. With a playful look, the teen addressed her again with a wide grin. -Then we can go to the beach, as I told you, and... -he began, but she interrupted him, explaining that she wasn't good with crowded places, specially if they wore swimsuits. She then followed by telling him that she preferred to spend the time somewhere quiet, without anyone bothering them. No cheesy scenes whatsoever.

The young Kazan chuckled. -Cheesy? Me? Perhaps it's you the one who has got amnesia, instead of me! You know I'm not a cheesy guy, in fact, I'd say I'm the complete opposite kind of guy, am I not? -he began, and winked an eye. He then remembered that in Miami, there was a spot that wasn't usually crowded, one to where he always went when he wanted to be alone or to relax for a while. Although scarcely, he had visited the place enough times to remember the way through the streets. After all, if the whole world right there was a memory, it made sense.

-It's somewhere private. People don't know the spot, but I do. It's nice and comfy, empty most of the time. You know this city always has people in every single place, but not that one... at least, not that I've ever seen them. Perhaps some older teens go at night to do their stuff, but I dunno. So, do you want to come, or have you a better idea? I'm open to suggestions -the twelve-year-old Tatsuya asked the mysterious girl.

It was then when she asked him if he would bear all the suffering of the hard training and push-up routines her father would gave him. Smirking, the dark-brown haired boy answered her question. -Of course, the harder the training, the stronger I'll become. We'll also have a great time, so... I can endure that, and more -he told her, although he was a little surprised she had called him "hero".