Title: Move *Omake*

Category: Digimon

Pairing: Ami/Arata

Summary: Ami might never see her friends again. Two part chapter taking off my My Birthday Countdown prompt: Move

Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise

~~Story Begins~~

Chapter 1

"She moved?" Arata asked himself staring at the note. The teacher walked in and Arata carefully folded the note up and placed it back in the envelope.

Two years passed since Ami moved without telling any of them. It stung, after everything they've gone through, she didn't tell them. However upon closer inspection of their individual notes, they realized each of them was different. Nokia, the air head that she is believed Ami was trying to tell Arata that she loved him, but that wasn't important. Yuugo's letter had the answer as to why Ami didn't tell them that she was moving, because she was scared of their reactions, she didn't have the courage to do it in person.

Arata couldn't understand how Ami could do everything she did when saving their real world and the digital world and yet be scared about telling her friends that she was moving.

He kept her letter, keeping it in his pockets even when his outfit changed color, instead of a white coat with a full body blue suit, it was now a blue coat with a darker blue full body suit. He takes the letter out once a day to read it, at least.

Today was different, today he was mad at the letter, it lied. She lied. He has all of the time zones in Canada and it has been a week since she turned eighteen. She wasn't here, she wasn't back. He threw the letter on the floor, he sometimes did that it, but it changed today.

He forgot in his small rage mode, that he was in a classroom and not at home. He forgot that at any moment, someone could see him throw the letter, could pick it up and mock him with it, read it outloud to their buddies. So when he turned his body to get off of the chair he was sitting on - he needed that letter, it was his lifeline to keep going - he wasn't expecting to see someone kneel down to get it.

Red hair was tied into a regular pony, the ends of it touching below her shoulder blades, pale skin contrasted strongly against the black shirt that had holes on the top of the shoulders (a fashion design Arata has zero idea for the reason behind it was). When she stood up, he could see a belt digivice wrapped loosely around her slim waist, the yellow color of it clashed against the black shirt and her black mid-thigh skirt.

She handed it back to him, her bright blue eyes stared at him, "Would it be okay if I sit here?"

"If you wish," Arata said quickly grabbing the letter from her. "I won't talk much."

"That's fine," the female said as she sat down next to him. "I won't be here much. My job takes me away sometimes."

The teacher walked in, saw the way the students were sitting, and rearrange them to where there was two students per table. Five tables had two students making the class a total of ten students, a small class.

"Since this is a small class, we'll get to know each other quite fast. The reason as to why I wanted two to a table is because the person you are sitting by, will be your class partner. I understand that some of you are excused from class due to jobs and situations. Your partner will be the one in which you will need to rely on to get the notes missed and the assignments so turn towards your partner and introduce yourself to them, explain if you do you have a job, when will be a good time to visit to drop the material off and where. Explain what you do, maybe you'll find some common interests with each other. Take this opportunity to start building a new friendship," the teacher said.

Arata looked at the female who looked back him, "I guess, I should start first?" she asked and Arata could hear some pain in her voice.

"If you want, I mean, I can always introduce myself -"

A slight smile appeared on her face but it vanished as she shook her head. "That won't be necessarily," she said. "As I already know who you are, Arata." His eyes narrowed at her and her eyes glanced at the letter that he still had in his hands. "I'm surprised you took such good care of the letter. Nokia's was completely wrinkled and some of the words were smudged."

"Ami?!"

"Ah, so you do remember who I am," Ami said with a smile. "I was starting to get worried there."

"You're back!"

Ami smiled more with a nod. "Officially back and I am so looking forward to getting out of black."

"You look amazing, different but amazing," Arata said.

"I have the right to kick you now, the only thing that's different is my hair length and style. I do not look that different," Ami said with a frown.

Arata laughed, "Your skin is paler than before and you are wearing all black minus the belt. You don't act the same either."

"I'm still me. My true personality has been buried for two years just to make my mother mad," Ami said. "It might take a while for the old Ami to reveal herself again."

"Welcome back."

"I'm glad to be back."