standing outside in front of Starbucks. Sven Kingston. Suddenly my cell phone rang. "Hm? A text message ..." I mumbled to myself as I opened it. "Strange, unknown sender ... Is that even possible?" And above all, how did this person know that I knew Japanese? Okay, admittedly quite a few knew that. It was a hobby of mine that I proudly announced to anyone who wanted to hear it or not. But my knowledge did not go very far. But it was enough for this SMS.

ス タ ー ト を し ま す か ・ (sutaato wo shimasuka?)

-YES

-NO

(Do you want to start? Yes / No)

What did that mean?

"Oh, damn it! I'm late again!" I cursed as I ran out of the house. It was Friday afternoon and my class would be gathering in front of the White House in ten minutes to see it. So once again a totally lame school trip. Nevertheless, I unfortunately had to be present, I just couldn't afford to skip again to ride my motorcross bike, otherwise the teacher would give me a 6. No chance of ironing that out again. It's just stupid that I would have 15 minutes to get to the White House by bus. If I got this one. Otherwise it could take forever. So I ran to the end of the street to catch the bus that was supposed to leave in a minute, when my cell phone decided to ring. Great. That too. I answered it, but only when I finally got on the bus, completely out of breath. "Hello?" I asked puffing. "Hey, this is Jodie. The school trip has been canceled, two girls are causing a riot and are being taken away by FBI people, I tell you, you should have seen that.They really turned on the blonde and the FBI guy. "I groaned. Then I ran for nothing." So, tell me Jodie, couldn't you have told me that earlier? I'm already on the bus ... "" Oh, I'm sorry. Well, do you want to go to the mall instead? "asked the girl on the other end of the line." Sure. "I answered immediately. Jodie knew that she didn't have to suggest something like that to me twice. 15 minutes later my only real friend met us in the mall near the White House.

"You should have seen Mrs. Landman panicked into hysteria. It wasn't until the FBI arrived that she calmed down a bit. And when the girl argued with the agents about whether or not she had diplomatic immunity, I did." I wasn't surprised if our dear teacher would have passed out with foam at the mouth ... ", Jodie told me about the events at the meeting point. "I would have really loved to see that. It's a shame that I wasn't there." I said simply about it, because I really didn't have much more to say about it. "Well, it was kind of weird. When she pushed around on a blue part in front of the one she got into the boss's black car and then seconds later all the cell phones on the square rang, I thought it was strange." Why did you ring the doorbell? ", She had finally aroused my curiosity, even if I didn't show it properly as always. "Well, it was a text message. But the funny thing was that everyone in our class got the same," she continued. "Hmm ...", I said approvingly, as she continued to speak. "Oooh ... Fly, you should have been there. There was such a cute guy on the property of the White House, such an Asian, Japanese I think. I couldn't speak to him, he was too far away for that, but he was sooo sweetie ... ", meanwhile I only listened with half an ear. When Jodie was on the move, nothing stopped her flow of words. And that's exactly what she was right now. Absolutely on the move. But she was the only one who could see behind my facade of indifference. It was also my only contact with the outside world at the time. Though she probably just likes to hang on to me because no one else is listening to you. I didn't really do it either, but at least I let her finish. Which could take forever. So I took out my cell phone. Strange, she said they all got text messages. Me too? I checked that quickly. And sure enough. It was true. There was a text message. Without a sender. And probably a mystery.

Do you want to start?

-Yes

-No

Strange. I looked up. Jodie still hadn't stopped and babbled wildly at me. In the meantime I stopped listening at all and looked into a small restaurant in front of me without seeing anything. But then something caught my eye. A girl, probably around my age, 16, also stared at her cell phone.Then she looked up and looked me straight in the eye. There was something indefinable in it, but then she looked at her cell phone again and pressed something. I wish I knew something, suddenly flitted through my thoughts, but I chased the thought away again. Nonsense, it was none of my business. But what should I do with the text message in front of me? That sounded interesting. Whatever it is, it was the beginning of the summer vacation and I hadn't planned anything yet. So why not. So I hit "Yes".

It was an experience to see how Masaru woke up his Digisoul. The stupid thing was that he had to punch a Digimon to wake it up. I offered myself innocently with a small wave of the hand. He hesitated. We'd never get out of here like this. So I set out to provoke him. "Don't you dare to hit a girl because I could possibly be stronger?" I asked innocently, but if I judged him correctly from what I knew from the series, he would respond. I was right about him. He just continued to underestimate me. He struck, but aimed past me. That wouldn't help either. So, with one swift movement, I turned right into his line of fire. He realized this with a start, because he had only wanted to scare me and not really hit me. But it was too late for him to slow down. Otherwise that would throw him off balance and he would be lying next to me, face first, in the dust if he didn't fall off the ledge. And he was too surprised to distract the blow.[I]Batsch! At the last moment I had raised my hand to absorb the blow. Amazed Masaru looked at me while the awakened Digisoul blazed in his fist. This time he recovered faster and transferred his Digisoul to his Digivice. Agumon immediately had enough energy and turned into Shinegreymon. Meanwhile, I took my D-Heart and digitized again to Luminamon. Fortunately, now that Masaru had got used to the idea that I could become a Digimon, that didn't bother him. "How come you can digitize?" He asked out of curiosity. "I'm half Digimon," I said with a smile. “So did Kurata ...?” He didn't have to ask his question completely, I knew what he meant. So I shook my head. “No, my father was a Digimon and my mother was human.” Masaru probably noticed that I needed the past and didn't go into it any further. "Where to?" I asked into the silence after a while. "First east for a while and then north to almost the coast," he said. “Aomori?” He nodded. Then I could kill two birds with one stone. The sanctuary of the Souls was on Kousan, which was just on the way. "Masaru-kun. Can we go to Gaburieru's?" I asked for the older man's approval. "Hmm, of course. But why?Why do you even want to go to Aomori? "he asked after a moment." I want to pick something up. And to your second question: let's say I want to know more about the DATS ... But let's not waste any more time. If I'm not back in Lumina in the evening, Kouji rips my head off. "I said, shaking myself. Just to Gaburieru would take an hour from here. From there to Kousan, at whose foot it was, about half an hour. But Aomori was really on the coast and that wasn't such a hop From there back to Lumina. Questioningly I looked over at Masaru and Shinegreymon. He nodded to me, so I flew off and it didn't take long at the slow pace that I had started for the first time before they had caught up with me.

The wind rushed through the leaves and I imagined what the forest I was in might look like. It was summer so it would be green. Whatever that was. But I imagined this color to be very vivid. In contrast to gray. I was told stones were gray. And these unbearable exhaust gases. Gray had to be a terrible, lifeless color. Colors were a mystery to me. Me who has never seen her. I carefully ran my hand over the rock on which I was sitting and quickly found what I was looking for. My color palette. My little brother was so lovely and mixed the color of the cherry blossoms for me. I took the brush in one hand and the blossoming branch of the little sakura next to me in the other. I carefully traced the contours of the petals and then the flower itself. A picture immediately emerged in my mind's eye and I tried to paint this on the canvas that my dear Otouto had set up for me. After a while, I found that the picture was ready. So I gave a high whistle to call my favorite kitsune, my dog ​​and constant companion. After all, I wasn't sitting far from the house. That was the advantage of living in Tokyo, but still quite cut off on a large property that borders the forest. "Nee-chan? Are you finished?", My brother asked hesitantly, "Should I take something from you?" He knew only too well how angry I got when someone other than Kitsune tried to help me. But sometimes it just couldn't be done without help. So I smiled at him. "Yes, could you maybe carry the Maluntensielien into my house?" The expression on my Otouto's face brightened. He must have expected that I would bark at him again. I sighed. I had to change something about it, I knew that. I wasn't always allowed to bawl at everyone who wanted to help me. They only meant well. Even if they made me feel absolutely helpless. In the meantime I wasn't anymore. Even if it was different when I was a child. I had learned to deal with it. More awkward than other children, but I had been able to speak earlier because I didn't have many other external impressions.I heard my brother's footsteps approaching and realized that he was staring at the picture. I would not have been trusted to paint and draw such beautiful pictures when I had to be helped with so many other things. Many of my pictures were hanging in our home. I often followed it with my fingers to get an idea of ​​it. I