Author's note: Um, yeah, so I was too excited to share the second part with you to wait a whole week to post it. Hope you guys have as much fun reading as I did writing it. Love hearing from you all, especially you crazy fellow Daiyako fans and converts. ;)

The Bomb

There was something to be said about the digital world's uncanny ability to change their clothes. At one point in the past, Daisuke had wondered if it were possible to pause the strange sensation of being downloaded long enough to see each other naked. Koushiro had rolled his eyes when he asked, so he hadn't bothered worrying about it again.

Until now.

The stupid thought had wormed its way into his head the exact moment he held his D-3 up to the computer. And when he stuttered, "Di-di-digi-," Miyako had elbowed him aside (she was obviously still pissed off about his brief stint of cross-dressing) and opened the portal for them.

She stormed ahead of the pack once everyone had managed to untangle themselves from each other and Daisuke found that the fresh air of Digiworld wasn't nearly as welcome as the hideous pilot pants that made up Miyako's digital wardrobe. From this angle, with her heavy helmet and gloves, she could still pass for a twelve year old – one that certainly wasn't past wearing training bras. Someone who certainly wouldn't be wearing nothing on her torso but lavender and lace.

Their digimon came parading over a grassy hill and Miyako bent over to scoop Hawkmon into her arms.

Wait, were her pants always that tight?

Were his?

...

...

"You're being weird."

Her stupid helmet was peeking over a rock and her new trendy glasses looked completely out of place smashed beneath it.

Daisuke sunk further into the river and squeaked when icy water met with the skin of his back.

"I mean, you're always weird, but you're definitely being weirder," Miyako continued, heaving herself onto the rock between them. Daisuke turned his back on her and rubbed a damp hand on his cheek, trying to cool it.

"What the heck are you doing in there?"

"Fishing," Daisuke said when a school of minnows started nibbling on his shin. "Go away."

Veemon dived in the water beside him and came up sputtering and fish-less. "Yikes! The water's freezing."

"Exactly," muttered Daisuke.

"With what?" Miyako asked, not having heard. "Your hands?"

"Yep, I'm that awesome." Daisuke could feel her rolling her eyes. "Bye!"

"You guys are supposed to be helping us serve lunch at the Yokomon village. Hikari wants to know what's taking so long."

"Catchin' fish."

"Daisuke, get your ass out of the water."

He took another much needed step and tried not to cringe when the water soaked further up his shirt. "No."

Veemon scrambled to the shore, shivering. "Maybe we should get a pole..."

"I'm good." Daisuke made a show of grabbing at the tiny fish around his feet and when a larger one swam by he snapped his hand into the water, throwing himself off balance. Icy water went through his ear canals directly into his brain, causing an instant headache. He came up sputtering in time to hear Hawkmon's dismay.

"My dear, has he lost his mind?"

And where Daisuke expected a snappy insult, Miyako remained silent. He didn't dare turn around in fear that the imaginary version of her would make its reappearance. And because he thought of not thinking about it, all he could think about was lavender lace and all the the things it held in place. Daisuke wiped frigid water from his eyes and made another dive after the fish.

The water in his ears warbled her shouting his name. He held his breath and actually managed to grab the fish by the tail. With a whoop of victory he emerged from the water and juggled the slippery thing until it slapped him with a fin and found its way back into the river.

"Are you insane?!"

Daisuke wiped his nose with his arm, leaving a slimy trail and tried to ignore the chattering of his teeth. "Al-Almost had it!"

"Get out of the water right now! You're going to freeze to death!"

"Y-yo-yokomon l-love fish," Daisuke said, taking another step out.

"We brought them sushi!" Miyako screamed. "Veemon, do something!"

"Uh... there's plenty of fish in the sea? Maybe we should try there. OW!"

"I meant go get him!"

"But it's cold!" Veemon protested.

"I-I'm g-g-g-goo-fine! I'm f-fine!" Daisuke jerked his arms into the water again and came up short. "D-damn it!"

"This cannot be happening," Miyako groaned. "I swear to God if I have to come in there to get you I'm going to hurt you a lot worse than a cold!"

"D-don't! Don't c-come in here!" Daisuke waded after another fish and felt an odd sense of relief that all he could think about was how incredibly freezing he was. "I-I'll b-b-be out in a min-minute."

"He's gonna be awhile," said Veemon. "That's what he always says when he's in the bathroom."

"Sh-shut up, Vee!"

"He's never just a minute."

"Aughhh!"

In Daisuke's final attempt to catch a fish he really had no interest in catching he found that the river bottom had given way beneath him and he was suddenly over his head, swimming in water that he was sure should have been iced over. It stabbed into his lungs like thousands of tiny icicles and his leg immediately cramped when he tried to kick to the surface. He came up just to spit water from his mouth and hear Miyako screaming belligerently, "Get out—!" before he went under again.

His arms locked and panic took over so fiercely that he forgot how to swim. He bobbed up and down, desperate to feel ground beneath his feet. Floundering, he managed to come back up for another breath, this time hearing a garbled, "stupid!" and "swim!" before he sunk.

Daisuke crazily kicked the only leg that wasn't being shot with electric waves of pain and by sheer luck got into shallow water. He pushed off the river floor with his good foot and coughed up a mouthful of water as soon as he broke free of it's grasp. Shamefully he began to trudge along in the muck, only becoming aware of the panicked splashing ahead after he shot a stream of snot out one nostril. He was sure some were still hanging from his nose when he looked up to see Miyako waist deep in the water coming toward him.

"Are you crazy!?" she shrieked, her lips already turning blue. "It's like an ice-cube in here!"

Still coughing, Daisuke swatted at the string of mucus hanging from his face. He tried to find some excuse to defend himself, but his teeth were chattering so violently he couldn't speak.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"F-f-pfff," he sputtered when she grabbed his shirt collar and started to drag him out of the river with super-human strength (something Daisuke had come to call Miyako-fury over the years).

"Veemon!" she snapped.

Daisuke looked up to find his partner sitting casually on the rock with Hawkmon, completely unconcerned.

"You guys really shouldn't be in there," Veemon said, "It's freezing."

"Ugh!" Miyako gave Daisuke a ridiculously strong tug and then her hands were on his back, shoving him onto the shore. After wiping away another trail of snot, Daisuke let himself fall face-down in the mud. From the corner of his eye he watched as Miyako ripped off her helmet and used it as a pail, flinging cold water onto their partners with a frustrated scream.

Then the Miyako-fury turned on him. "You could've killed yourself!"

Her blue lips chattered as she screamed and wrung out the bottom of her vest, which had blown up like a balloon from all the water it was holding. She slid down the its zipper and the shirt beneath clung so tightly to her skin that Daisuke was very very grateful he felt like a popsicle. He turned away and got a mouthful of dirt. Spitting and feeling sorry for himself, he curled his body into a shivering ball.

"Get out of the mud," Miyako spat. "You're going to get hypothermia."

Something about being wet and cold and having his entire vision of Miyako distorted by her stupid brother and her stupid bras made Daisuke revert into the equivalent of a tantruming two-year-old. He shook his head in protest and managed to get out a, "N-n-NO!"

Miyako tugged at his arm, but he yanked it back. There was a brief respite and then what air he had managed to get back in his lungs was knocked out by her fists. She hammered his back and started spitting out frustrated curses. He stubbornly took his beating until a sharp blow to the kidney finally made him snap.

Daisuke flipped onto his back and grabbed her wrists. "STOP HITTING ME!"

The anger on her face quickly slipped into something he didn't expect.

"Oh, thank God!" she gasped.

Daisuke jerked his hands backwards, releasing her and she immediately wrapped her arms around him.

"I thought you were in shock," she cried. "Don't scare me like that!"

Daisuke froze, more than being frozen, and it was only then that he realized how hard he was shaking.

"Veemon, grab me his jacket!" Miyako shouted upon releasing him. "Seriously, Daisuke, why in the world were you swimming? It's December! The Yokomon don't need any freaking fish!"

All during her lecture she was wiping away the mud from his face with the vest she had peeled from her torso and Daisuke was pretty sure his lips had gone numb. He shook his head and knew he was never ever going to give her an answer to that question, even when he thawed.

Veemon scurried up with Daisuke's bomber jacket and Miyako swiped it from him with a look that would probably kill a weaker 'mon.

"Take off your shirt."

Daisuke blinked at her. "Wha?"

"You aren't going to warm up with that wet thing on. Take it off."

He just stared.

"Do you need me to take it off for you?"

"N-no." Daisuke thanked God for the cold water that must have frozen the blood in his cheeks. He shifted so his back was toward her before peeling off his wet t-shirt. The cold air on his skin sent him into another round of shivering and he actually forgot his embarrassment when he felt the warmth of his coat settle over his back.

After a minute of shaking he managed to thread his arms into the sleeves.

"W-what ab-b-bout you?" he asked, still not daring to face her.

"I didn't get further than my stomach," she said before letting out an involuntary brrrr. "I'll just change when we get to the village."

Daisuke nodded, relieved, and ran a hand through his wet hair, suddenly feeling really stupid. The others were going to have a field day with the fish story, but what other reason did he have? He sure as hell wasn't going tell them he decided to take a dip in a frigid river because he didn't know where to find a cold shower.

After sniffing up some more snot, Daisuke ran his hands into his hair again, shaking away as much water as he could. He felt weirdly naked and zipped up his coat before realizing it had nothing to do with the lack of a shirt.

He shot to his feet. "My goggles!"

Miyako stood beside him, casting him a wary eye before searching the ground. Daisuke was frantically searching the water when he heard her ask, "Do you think they sunk?"

"N-no," he blubbered. "T-T-Taichi's gonna k-kill me."

"Wait, I see them!" Veemon said, bouncing on top of a boulder.

Daisuke followed the point of his partner's claw downstream and caught the glint of goggles floating along the current. He dove and grasped Hawkmon by the talon, chucking him into the sky. "Go get them!"

Hawkmon flipped mid-air and whipped around, his feather's ruffled so much that he looked three times his size. "I do say! A kind please would have gone over much more-"

"Aghhh, you're losing them!" Daisuke grasped his hair in frustration. "Fly you birdbrain!"

"Don't talk to Hawkmon like that!" Miyako said.

"B-b-but," Daisuke shuddered as the gentle current transformed into a rapid and the goggles got sucked under some foam. "GAH!" He grabbed his D-3 from his coat pocket. "Veemon, digivolve!"

There was a spark of blue that quickly fizzled out like an old firework. Veemon's stomach rumbled. "Can't," he said. "No lunch."

It was only after Daisuke started to run that he realized how badly the cold had affected him. His muscles ached and the skin on his thighs was raw and stinging from the ice water soaking his shorts. Not to mention a nose full of snot made breathing ten times more difficult than it should have been. He started cursing Miyako out loud, his voice shaking and hoarse, when he felt a gust of wind. He skid to a stop and Miyako glared down at him from atop Halsemon's back.

"Get on," she growled.

Daisuke tried to catch sight of the goggles and suddenly noticed the sound of rushing water had gotten louder. He begrudgingly grabbed Miyako's outstretched hand and took a seat behind her, his cheek squashing into her back when Veemon squeezed onto the end.

Halsemon took off and Daisuke shuddered, mentally cursing away the stupid images that were making a reappearance in his mind. "Goggles, goggles, goggles, goggles," he chanted before allowing himself to open his eyes to search for them.

From above the trees he could see that the river ended at a cliff and just at the peak of the waterfall were his goggles, bouncing in the rapids. "Shit! There, dive, dive!"

Halsemon gave an irritable huff and dove so quickly that the wind stung Daisuke's freezing cheeks. They were just feet away when the goggles were sucked under and Halsemon pulled up to avoid crashing into a stone.

Daisuke was clinging to Miyako for dear life and it took him almost a whole minute to realize what had happened. "Oh no. N-n-nooo no no no no no."

"Halsemon, let us down in the ravine, would you?" Miyako asked.

"No no no no no no no..." Daisuke slid off Halsemon's back and fell with a thump on the ground. "Th-they're d-d-destroyed, r-ruined, g-gone forever."

"Okay, that is it!" The shrill rage in Miyako's voice brought his mourning to a halt. "What is going on with you?"

"I, I l-lost Tai's g-goggles," Daisuke sniffed, snot flowing as freely as the waterfall behind them.

Miyako stood over him, her glasses fogged with pure heated anger. "I'm going to ask you one more time." She bent down and crossed her arms under her chest. For the first time since Daisuke's dip in the river, he went hot.

"What. Is. Going. On. With. You?"

"YOU!" he blurted, scrambling away from her and her angry bosom. "You and your stupid bras and your thongs and your old guys!"

"What?" Miyako looked taken aback and then even the blue of her lips turned red. "What?!"

"N-nothing." Daisuke dug out a yellow glove from his pocket and used it to wipe the snot from his face.

"Is this about you wearing my bra?" Miyako asked. She paused for a moment and Daisuke could see her retracing his words. Steam seemed to explode from her ears. "What the hell did Mantarou say to you?"

"Nothing!" Daisuke repeated, looking everywhere but at her. The waterfall behind them was so loud he could only feel his heart beating even though he was sure he should have heard it.

"Old guys?!"

"Goggles, goggles, goggles, goggles," Daisuke chanted again. And, at just the right moment, in the gurgling pool, he spotted them. "Yes!"

Popping to his feet, he tuned out whatever Miyako was yelling at him, determined to end her inquisition before it wound up in a very bad place.

Veemon was at his heels, raising a skeptical brow as they ran. "You are being weirder."

Daisuke clamped a hand over his partner's mouth and pointed at a stagnant pool of water gathered inside a group of rocks. Just beyond, mysteriously still afloat and in one piece, were Taichi's goggles.

After a quick search, Daisuke was reaching for them with the longest stick he could find and would have fallen head-first into the green-tinged water if Veemon hadn't grabbed his ankles.

"I'm going to actually, physically, with my bare hands, murder you if you end up in that water again," Miyako said, coming up behind them.

"Then help me," he grumbled, not taking his eyes off the goggles.

Miyako shoved Veemon aside and before Daisuke knew what was happening she was sitting on his legs. He turned around to stare at her, his shivering body heating to an almost unbearable temperature. Then, with near psychotic desperation, he began to stab the stick at the goggles repeatedly while yelling, "Get off, get off, get off, GET OFF!"

"I'm not going to move until you explain yourself." She ground her behind against the back of his thighs and Daisuke began to flail and kick until she squeezed his legs between her knees. "If you knock us into that water, I'm drowning you."

"Hawkmon!" Daisuke squeaked. "Get the goggles! Please, for the love of Digiworld, get them now!"

"Don't move a feather!" barked Miyako.

Daisuke made another ferocious stab at his heirloom and they floated further from his reach. "Veemon!"

Veemon gulped. "You're on your own, buddy. Sorry."

Daisuke seriously contemplated throwing her in. It would be easy, just a quick twist of his hips.

She wiggled on top of him and dug a sharp elbow in his back. "Talk! Now!"

He ground his face into the rock and, with a pathetic whimper, said, "You want to go out with older guys?"

She stiffened on top of him. "What?"

"Do you really leave your underwear hangin' in front of the TV?"

Miyako remained silent and it scared Daisuke so much that he kept talking, words spilling out his mouth like nervous vomit.

"How many bras do you need anyway? You don't vacuum in a towel when Mantarou's friends are over, do you? God, please don't ever shave in front of me."

In a strangely calm voice, Miyako said, "I'm going to kill him."

An odd little chuckle shook through her and Daisuke completely threw out the idea of turning over. Then her whole body convulsed in laughter. He was beginning to worry it would never stop when Miyako suddenly scrambled to her feet.

"Oh my god!" she squealed.

Daisuke pressed himself flat against the rock and began to stab at the goggles again, even though they were floating away.

"Oh. My. God," she repeated. "You're jealous."

Daisuke shook his head furiously. "No, no I'm not."

"You are! You're jealous and you... oh... ew! No you didn't!"

Daisuke held his breath.

"You were so not fishing!"

"Yes I was!"

"Daisuke!" And then she laughed again, so hard that all the heat Daisuke felt melted into plain embarrassment.

"I cannot believe you!" Miyako guffawed. "You never had to jump into a river for Hikari!"

"I liked Hikari when we were eleven!" he cried. "I didn't—She didn't even have boobs!"

"I've had boobs for like, four years, Daisuke."

"I know! I mean, I didn't... I didn't notice before," he finished lamely. Then, when she stayed quiet he hammered his forehead on the rock and let his stick fall into the water.

There was a second splash and Daisuke lifted his head to see Hawkmon fly overhead, slime covered goggles clutched firmly in his talons. Miyako grabbed them with two careful fingers.

"Get up and take these, please."

Daisuke groaned and considered knocking his head against a rock again before finally conceding. He dragged himself over to her, his entire face red with shame and held out his hands without looking, waiting for her to drop the goggles into them.

But she didn't.

He looked up and his cheek scraped against the tip of her chilly nose. Then her lips, too warm for the frigid air, were pressed against his own. He went still as a statue and for a brief second could only think about how he should probably close his eyes, but he just couldn't stop staring. Hers fluttered open under her glasses and she pulled away.

"Whaa..." Daisuke swallowed and felt the tips of his fingers begin to thaw, burning and red.

Miyako was still holding his goggles and standing uncomfortably close, wiping at the dirty lenses as if nothing had happened.

"Why, why'd you...?" Daisuke stammered. "Did you just kiss me?"

"Yes, I did." She smiled as she met his eyes and he could see blood rush to her cheeks. "And because..." She handed him his goggles and they sat limply in his palm. "I just noticed you're a guy."

Daisuke's mouth opened and closed and then his lips were on hers again and they were kissing, really kissing, kissing each other. He must have dropped the goggles because his hands were in her hair and hers were sliding down his back and they were kissing way more than he imagined Miyako knew how to kiss, way more than he knew how to.

The bomb had gone off, his entire body an explosion. Suddenly he was pulling away, beet red, and started to scramble for the water.

He got yanked back, the fur of his bomber jacket wrinkled in Miyako's grip.

She said, "don't you dare," before kissing him again and promising into his mouth that she wouldn't look down.

...

...

In a small hut in Yokomon Village, Daisuke and Miyako found themselves huddled under piles of blankets and cupping huge bowls of vegetable broth in their laps.

"I can't believe you guys fell in the river," said Hikari, her warm eyes sympathetic.

"You can't? Really?" asked Takeru.

They both glared at him, shivering and sucking snot into their noses. Veemon gave a loud snort and Hawkmon placed a wing over his mouth apologetically.

"I'm not even going to ask," said Iori, grabbing two cups of tea from Armadillomon's shell and placing them in their hands.

Daisuke sneezed and Ken handed him a handkerchief into which he promptly blew his nose.

"You guys should probably go home and get some rest," Ken said. "We can take care of things here."

"Tomorrow," Miyako mumbled nasally. "I'm not walking back without my clothes."

Daisuke went red.

"They'll be dry in the morning," said Hikari. "Just try to get warm."

When everyone left, they both took long awkward sips of tea and Daisuke slurped loudly on his broth before sneezing half of it all over the hut.

Miyako's lip curled upward and then she broke down in a series of sneezes so violent and gross that she had to wave at Daisuke to pass the handkerchief.

"We're disgusting," she mumbled when her face was free of boogers.

Daisuke gave a loud sniff and sunk under his blankets even though his face was hot to the touch.

"Sick," he muttered.

Miyako tossed the handkerchief aside. "Still wanna make out?"

All Daisuke could do was nod.