A/N: Ok, there is no excuse. I am such a bad author. It's not even funny. I am way more than just sorry. It was really all my fault that I didn't finish the story long before now, and I am so very sorry. I really can't say it enough. It's just that now since I have harder classes ((Algebra, Latin, Biology… Gym counts, too, on some level)) I've had no time what-so-ever. And I'm so very sorry about that. But, heck, some peeps want me to succeed other than just being a writer and whatnot ((I want to be an animator)), so I have only a limited amount of time on the computer at my house. I have to wait until the weekends to go over to dad's. And even there I only have 30 minutes on the internet and I have to worry about my step-brothers wanting to be in the comp.
And that just sucks.
But, I really hope that this chapter isn't as sucky as I think it is. I kind of rushed this a little, and I hope Kyle and Angel don't sound too weird. Please review, and don't hate me. I'll probably change some things to make it better later on.
…Well, now that I have time to think some, I wouldn't really call myself a bad author, just a really bad estimator. I'm REALLY bad at that. ((In Math and real life)) I really wanted to say that I'm so sorry for the wait. And, since I'm such a nice person, I'll wait for the long explanation at the end of the story so you won't have to worry about it! It's that nice of me?
((Silence is heard))
((Karimons' smile drops some)) Isn't it? ((She looks at all the unhappy Takari lovers' faces and crossed arms and gulps))
Well, anyhoos, um, well, I really had a reason, I really did. It was skool, mostly. I hate skool. It sucks.
((A cough is heard, but nothing else))
…As I'm sure that all of you know that. Yeah. Moving right along here, just to let you know, this chapter is much longer than the others. My longest chapter was chapter 2, and it was 16 pages on Word. Though this isn't long by much, it's still pretty packed down with words, being at 20 pages long at font 10. It won't be the longest one I'll have, but let it have it's famae for a bit. FAME! It's fame in English, dangit! AUGH!
…Sorry, I have been having Latin moments ever since I started taking it. Though my Latin teacher will be proud, this is not the time or place thingy. But, anyhoos, just don't get bored with me just yet. And, please, stay with me 'til the end. I really want to finish this, and I want to make you all happy and stuff, so please, stay with me. I will try and stay on one subject since now I'm getting my homework done in class and some days don't have homework at all except Algebra or Latin. Never Biology. Anyhoos, I want to say I am so very sorry to all of you who are reading this, and I want to say that I will start writing my chapters out before I type them. I think that's why it took so long. Shame on me.
((SIDE NOTE: ((Don't you just hate those?)) If you don't know, all the things that Kyle and Angel do ((think, speak of, etc.)), these are all actions that their new bodies are doing. It's sort of a survival thing, if you think about it. If you were changed to the opposite gender, wouldn't your new body sort of change its' actions to survive in this new body? I know that sounds weird, but it kinda makes sense. Kinda.))
And, another thing. While the original story is happening, another little side story will be taking flight behind the scenes. And it will lead into my next story. And, the hero of that story will be…
DAVIS!
Didn't expect that, huh? Yeah, the next story I'll do will be all about Davis and some girl. But, she isn't an original Digidestined nor a new one. You've never met her. So ha. You'll just have to wait and see.
And, btw, Davis isn't a total loser. I'm sorry if I made him seem like one. He really isn't. He will become much better as the story progresses. We just have to get rid of a few things right now.
But, as they say, the show must go on!
Chapter Five – All In A Day's Work
'Grr…Man, where is she?'
He stared at the apartment complex for some time, his eyes never leaving that certain balcony of that certain apartment where that certain someone supposedly lived… He hadn't seen her in a while, and was very worried. He just didn't know why she hadn't called him in such a long period of time. He missed her calls, her e-mails, her sweet voice on the other line or her calming words across the computer screen. He wondered why they weren't there for so long. And it angered him some. But, with Davis, less was always more.
'God, where the freak could she be?'
He crossed his arms and slouched. She hadn't been in school for a little over month now, and he worried about her. She never missed this much school, as she was a perfect attendance student and all. He didn't know why she wasn't there, and he did question why. Though one thing he did know was that he missed her, and a lot. He missed her beauty, her grace, the way she moved, and her wonderful glowing smile…
Davis sighed. In more than one way he missed Kari, but his teacher had said she had moved or something of that sort. Even TZ moved! It just struck him odd, seeing as they had moved all of a sudden, without saying a word to any of the other Digidestined or their friends at school, but it wasn't his place to say. It just seemed a little weird. He growled. He just hoped that jerk wasn't with his precious angel…
"It's not like she likes him or anything," he murmured, bringing his leather jacket closer to his body to block out the unwanted cold. The weatherman was particularly off on the forecast today; the dark clouds making the spring season feel like some freakish winter surprise. 'Sunny skies my foot,' he thought. 'They're never accurate.' The weather was never right lately. What would be sunny skies turns into pouring rain and what was supposed to be a cold front turns out to be almost record highs heats. And that was all in the last four weeks!
Lately…
Lately nothing was right to him. Besides the fact that his other half was missing, other things had been happening. Weird things had been happening. He would see things… things that weren't really there or weren't supposed to be there. He thought, maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe the Digiworld had a flux in the dimensions somewhere. Yeah, that had to have been it. But when those "things" looked at him and started towards him, how do you really differentiate between illusion and reality? And when they would reach out to him… It was like when the Digimon from the other world came to the real world and only Yolie and Joe could see them at first, those five some years ago. But… he was the only one who saw them. Maybe he was going crazy. Maybe he was making things up in his mind because he missed Kari so much. Or… Or maybe something in the Digiworld was ruptured and it was affecting the real world? He may have been the only one seeing things, but at least he wasn't the only one feeling the difference. Everyone, Digidestined mostly, if not only, could feel it. Like, something was missing. Something big. Something they should all really know about. For some reason, he had been feeling... What was the word, the word he wanted? Frantic? Worried? Anxious, lately?
'Desperate,' his mind chimed. He didn't understand it. He didn't understand any of this. How was he supposed to understand something that he didn't know what it was in the first place? Like you were supposed to understand the confusing matters of the "beyond". He snorted. Yeah. Beyond was a perfect word for it. Beyond this world. Beyond this universe! …Beyond him, his understanding of it. Completely, that is. All he knew was that this… 'feeling', if you may, was something that he should pay attention to. Closely.
"Unlike the crappy weather station," he mumbled, a gust of white breath escaping his lips in a sigh as he brought his jacket closer to his soccer honed body. It was absolutely frigid, at least a high of 45. And it was at the least a 10 minute walk home.
Home…
A place he didn't want to be sometimes. It wasn't that it was a horribly awful place; his parents loved him more than anything in this world. It just has been… rather rough on him as of late. As he thought about it, it made less and less sense. He had been having nightmares for the last month or so. People always asked him if he had slept that night. No, not slept well, slept at all. And he'd reply yes, but he knew they could see the bags under his eyes and knew he hadn't. They would never know what went on in his dreams. He would make sure of that. It was weird, though. He never lost sleep over a dream before. But, the weird thing is that these… nightmares… They almost started around the same time that Tk and Kari began to miss school. He never had nightmares; Lord knows how much he sleeps. But mostly, what he had seen… He shuddered, not out of the cold, I assure you. He didn't want to think about it.
"No… NO! Oh, please, God, noo! Somebody heeelp meee! Somebody!
…(sob)…anybody…"
He closed his eyes. He really, really, didn't want to think about it. But it kept slipping in there every now and again. Especially when he didn't want it to. It even happened when he was at soccer practice, and it was so sudden that he lost his footing and missed the goal completely, something that he hadn't done since elementary school. His coach worried about him, as he was the star player, and even said that he couldn't come back to practice until he had gotten a full night's rest. He wasn't sure when that would be, but he trusted his coach, as much as he wanted to punch him in the face. He still didn't know why this was happening to him. All of the bad stuff usually happen to the original Digidestined. Why was it happening to the newbie?
But… It was the dreams… It was her…
She… the girl in his dreams… she was so… He sighed. He didn't have a word or explanation for what he saw. And he didn't want one. The first word that came to mind when he thought of it was "fragile", but that didn't even come close. He just wanted to forget what he saw and be done with it. But, every time he did, the dreams would get worst and worst, the screaming more and more, all the way to the point where he would wake up crying out in fear, the dreams so very vivid and real. Maybe… he should pay attention to this. For once.
"Unlike the weather," he growled.
He forcefully tore his bitterness away and off of the weatherman (as well as how much he wished it were a beautiful woman saying the weather so that he would actually watch the news) and his own problems to the problem before him: Tk. He didn't want to have to worry about the dreams until he had a reason to. So he switched his anger onto something he could understand. "Why would she want a wimp like him anyways? It's not like he's attractive to anyone. All he is is blond hair and blue eyes. Nothing else." He smiled. Of curse she wouldn't want TS, or whatever his name was. He thought he was hot stuff, even if he was the star quarterback of the football team. And so what if he could sing and play the guitar or whatever and was starting a band. And so what if he was the best basketball player in their school, not to mention in Odiaba. And Tokyo. And Japan. And so what if he was chased by all the hot, gorgeous girls in school. Yeah… So what?
His smile slowly evaporated into nothing. He had to admit. TH was (he forced this through) pretty smooth with the ladies. He didn't seem really the type to go after any of the girls he knew, or didn't, at least out in the open, even when the best of the best was right under his nose. Davis sneered. There was no WAY that TR would be the one for Kari. No way. She needed the best of the very best. And who was that, you ask? Well, wasn't it obvious? The best of the best was…
"Tk," Davis sighed, wrapping his coat yet tighter to his frame. As much as he wanted to deny it, Tk was… better than him. In many, many ways. He was the best at basketball, football, karate, as he soon found out, and even whooped him at soccer! Davis was devastated the first time that Tk had beaten him at his own game. It was something he never wanted to relive…
"Yo! TZ! C'mere!"
Tk sighed, then lazily turned around to face Davis and his 'pack'. He shook his head. He didn't even have to guess who it was. Anyone dumb enough to think that TZ was the same as Tk would of had to have been him.
"What is it this time?"
Davis sneered and eyed Tk for a bit. There was no way he'd win this. "Oh, nothing really," he said casually. "I just thought I'd have a little… tourney, that's all. Nothing really all that hard. I mean, if you can get this, then it really can't be that hard to understand!" His pack snickered. There Tk gave him a look.
"No."
Davis was taken back. He didn't expect him to say that. As competitive as he was, that was something he wouldn't usually say, especially if it were he who was calling the shots. "What! What do you mean 'no'? I haven't even said what we'd be doing yet! You can't just say "no" and be done with it!"
"Davis, it's as plain as day. You want me to play you in a soccer match, probably against you and your teammates, with some sort of handicap, perhaps having my hands tied behind my back or something, so that you can hope to humiliate me in front of Kari, as she is headed over here anyways. Am I right?" Tk said, sounding as bored as if he had just watched a three hour movie about Eubacteria (pronounced "you-bacteria" ) or how we supposedly evolved from monkeys, whichever came first. ((NOTE: Darn you, Biology… You make me pay attention too much! I HATE YOOOOOUU!))Davis just stared at him, a blank stare his way. How did he know!
"How… What makes you say that we'd be having a soccer match, huh? You just assume that since I am the best soccer player in our school and district that that's the only thing I think about? Huh! Well… You're wrong!" With that he laughed a hearty laugh.
His laugh soon faded then stopped and his smile dropped as he remembered he was wearing his red and blue soccer shorts, not to mention a white t-shirt with a little soccer ball in the corner with wings on it. Plus he had his favorite soccer ball in his hands. He sweatdropped. So much for a surprise…
"Well, since you figured it out, I guess the surprise is off. Yes we will be having a soccer tourney, so be ready. We won't be so easy on you!" Davis taunted. His pack then laughed as they went to get ready.
"Yeah. I'm so scared of you. I'm sweating bullets now. I'm so nervous I'm about to pee myself, right here, right now. Goodness, how will I ever beat you, Davis?" Tk said as sarcastically as he could, his eyes wide and a shocked look on his face. He then smiled widely as Davis glared at him. Davis then snorted. There was no way that he would ever win this. How could a blond haired, blue eyed pretty boy as himself beat 6 people, plus him? A scrawny guy like TQ wouldn't stand a chance against them! There was no way. No freakin' way…
"So, you ready to start?" Davis said lightly, or as lightly as he could. TG was getting to him, but he wasn't about to fall that easily. Tk just looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure. Whatever you say, Motamiya," he grumbled. Davis then smirked. He then went over to his teammates to arrange the little "tournament", if you wished to call it one. With what they had in mind, there was no way that he would win. Plus, once she showed up, it would prove that he was, indeed, better than TY. (And what was with his stupid name!) TX was always boasting about how good he was in karate, so… why not see just how good he was. He had only been in there, what, three weeks? That's not long enough to be boasting about your "so-called" skills. Davis, as he made his way over to his gang, looked over at the growing crowd to see if that certain someone was there. And, who should show up, in all her glory and grace…
"GO TK!"
…was Jessica.
Davis cringed. As much of a rival he was to TL, he still felt a lot of pity for him. There was absolutely no reason a girl should be obsessing over a guy as much as she did. He even heard TM talking to a friend about hearing things at night. You know, the things one usually doesn't want to hear? Those noises that make your skin crawl and you just know that some deranged fan of some sort is somewhere nearby? He said it woke him up around 1 in the morning almost every night. He didn't bother to see who it was because he didn't want to see who it was. And for some reason heard a soft sniffing noise, like someone was smelling something in his room, then wake up in the morning with one or six of his clean boxers missing from his dresser drawer. Of course he'd go to Jessica the next day and she'd be happy, and he would ask if she had been near his house and she would, of course, deny it completely. Though TY knew the answer, you just… don't… think about things like that. With that he shuddered. And, at that very moment, Miss "Popular" was bounding out into the middle of the field, her flip-flops slapping against her dainty little feet, singing Tk's name like some warped lullaby, and trying to get him to hug her. He, of course, was trying so very hard to fight the urge to run away screaming, and was doing a terrible job at it. Davis sighed.
"Hey! Jessica! Jessica!" Davis looked back at the crowd to see if Kari was there. She wasn't, probably going to a teacher for extra credit, as she did that. "Jessica! Jessi—" As he looked away to check if Kari was there yet, he didn't notice just how close she had really gotten to Tk, and almost missed what happened next. All of a sudden a cry rang out over the field. It wasn't a girly one, surely, but more of surprise and dread. Davis snapped his head towards the sound, and just about lost it. In the bad sense. "JESSICA! GET OFF TM'S FREAKIN' LEG! HE NEEDS THAT TO PLAY SOCCER, YOU KNOW!" Davis practically screamed halfway across the field at the distraught Tk. Jessica, pouting, reluctantly let go of Tk's quite crushed leg and saved him the trouble of having to either shake her off, rip her from him, or beat her off with a stick. Tk, a sigh escaping his lips, sent Davis an "I owe you another one" look to Davis, who nodded.
Though he saved Tk from yet another painful happy-happy fun moment with Jessica, this was getting in the way of their "fun". And Davis hated it when things got in the way of his business. Even Kari wouldn't get in the way of soccer. On certain occasions, that is. And, so sorry to say, this was one of them. Even if she had been the one bounding out to cuddle him, if you would call what Jessica did, even he would (lightly) yell at her to kindly remove herself from TO so they could do this. It was taking too much time. And, even now, after an agonizing five minutes, he was tired of waiting.
"Can we start now?" Davis yelled out to him, impatience written all over his tanned face. Tk closed his eyes, trying to get the circulation back to his leg, and was about to say something back when a shout rang out.
"GO TK! YOU CAN DO IT!"
Their hearts jumped as both Tk and Davis looked out into the crowd to see Kari standing there, smiling and cheering Tk on, much to Davis's dismay. He then took back what he had just said. There was no way she would get in the way of things. But… Why wasn't she cheering him on? He was better than that wanna-be! Why would she waste her breath and energy on him? He wasn't worth any of it! None, what-so-ever! Her beauty, her grace… She shouldn't waste it on the unimportant. What was she thinking? What was she doing? Why was she doing that! Why…
He glared at the grinning Tk, anger he had never felt before surging through his adrenaline pumped veins. He had the nerve… The total nerve to even wave back at his beauty. He wasn't about to be bested by some lowly unappealing loser like TF. There was no way. But his besting would have to wait.
"You know what, Davis?" Tk suddenly said, taking a quick look at Kari, then looking Davis square in the eye, never breaking the contact. "I realized something. There is absolutely no reason why I should do this. It's just a petty game to see who's got the best skills or the biggest balls, which you don't, and there is no reason why I should. You, as I said before, just want to humiliate me in front of Kari. She won't put up with it, I won't put up with it, and it's stupid." As he said this, he began walking off the field, every step making Davis more and more power hungry to make a fool of him. He had waited long, too long for this to happen. And he wasn't about to pass it up. And as Tk made his way to the side lines, he finally snapped.
"What's the matter? Scared? Scared to lose!" Davis became angry. He yelled over to his retreating back, "C'mon and play me, you freakin' coward!"
Now, taking a look back at that moment, he realized what an idiot he really was as he had no idea that Tk 1) hated to be called a coward, which was quite obvious, nor did he know that 2) he had taken a lot more karate than was really said, and his senses were a bit heightened…
Tk stopped, whipped around, and glared hard at DavisDavis just smiled.
"I knew that would get your attention," he said smugly. Taking a glance at Kari, he smiled, then turned to Tk.
"Now, let the games begin!"
Tk shook his head. He was getting annoyed with Davis at this point. The game hadn't even started and he was already tired of him. He adjusted his arms, as they were tied behind his back, as he predicted, and had no idea where he was going or which direction was the right one. He sighed, grinding his teeth a bit in frustration. Not only had Davis tied his hands behind his back, he had also blindfolded him as well. Yeah, some game. He just hoped he didn't run into anything…
"C'mon, TI! Move it already!" He heard Davis say to his left. He turned his head, then turned it to the front as Davis ran in front of him, most likely to the ball. He waited a bit before he moved. He heard the crowd boo and cheer, depending on who they were, and heard Kari yelling encouragement to him on his left. He smiled. If he knew Davis and his gang well enough, they'd most likely take the ball over to him, do some move, then run off with it, leaving him to fumble in the darkness. But he wasn't about to fall for that.
Not this time.
And, right on cue, he heard someone dribbling the ball towards him. From the speed of them, he figured it was either Kazuyi, the second fastest person on the team, or Takima, the third fastest. Though, it didn't matter which one as they were identical twins and they were both fast. He then felt someone jet past him on his left, and knew it was Davis. He was probably going to pass it to him. Tk then readied himself. When they passed it…
Davis saw Tk hesitate a bit, probably thinking of what to do. But there was no way that he would get the ball. Takima was the hardest hitter on the team, and at the moment he had the ball. Takima then passed it to Juki, then Kami, and then to short little Hikuru. With this play, there was no way that TN would get the ball. There was no way!
But, naturally, there was.
Just as Takima got the ball again and was about to pass it to him, out of nowhere he was on the ground in a daze and a buzzer went off as Tk somehow was on the other side of the field and just made a goal. Davis's jaw dropped. How did he…? But they… How?
"You… you cheated! Didn't you?" Davis cried in anger, his face red in frustration. He then growled like a dying animal, his anger almost to the max. How did he score without him knowing! A vein almost popped as he glared at Tk as he made his way over to the middle of the field for another go. He smiled. "What? What did you do? You can see through the blindfold, can't you? Can't you!" Tk laughed at Davis's anger. "Ah, it's so amusing to me when you're angry. Nope. I didn't cheat. To be truthful, it was all pure luck." He admitted. He then showed a little smirk that made Davis even more enraged. Something was in that smile… Like he knew something that Davis did not, and frankly it ticked him off like nothing else. Davis stared at him for a tad bit, then turned away in anger and went to try for the ball again. They weren't going to let this… this cowardbeat them again. Not again, not ever…
Three Minutes Later
"I give up…" sighed Kazuyi, trying to catch his breath and sitting on his duff in the middle of the field. He and the other five members nodded. Davis looked at them, a disgusted look upon his face.
"You're just going to let him beat you like this? Without a fight! C'mon! It's only been three minutes! I mean, it hasn't been that long! And he isn't even that much ahead!" His teammates looked at him, looked at the scoreboard that read 0-19 then looked back at Davis, their eyes wide with a pained look asking him why he would make them do such a thing. Davis looked back at the scoreboard, then turned back with a smile on.
"Ok, so he beat us with his arms tied behind his back. And with a …blindfold on. But that still doesn't really mean anything! That just means that we have to try harder, that's all! No harm done!" He noted on the sweat running down his teammates faces and their shirts dark with sweat. He then looked over at Tk whose shirt was as dry as if it had just come out of the dryer. He cringed.
"Well… um… well, uh… he, uh… he doesn't count, and…um... well…uh…he's just…dumb. Yeah," Davis said triumphantly, pumping a fist in the air. He had an air about him that was as if the matter was something that wasn't important and gave them a smile that said he has no idea what to say. His teammates just shook their heads, their' "fearless" leader at a loss for words.
"Maybe Kari shouldn't have come to the game," Makota sighed, running a hand through his short, sweat soaked hair. He was the goalie on the team, and was ever faithful. So he had no trouble speaking his mind, especially to the star player. "She's probably boggling his mind. Man, she's like LSD to him. We already know how much he likes her and how much she does not like him. Dude, you need to get yourself a new love interest. Either that, or a new hobby. You can't just keep going after the poor girl. No wonder she cringes every time you come near." The other five nodded, holding deep sympathy for Kari. Davis just looked at him. "How would you know she doesn't like me? She could be denying it for all we know! You never know! People change! And it's not like she likes TS or whatever his name is."
"It's Tk."
He then froze. That sweet voice… That tenderness hidden within those beautiful tones… Could it be…? He then slowly turned to look right in the eyes of Kari and Yolie. Yolie was smirking while Kari was looking him straight in the eyes. She had her hair done up in a ponytail, her uniform skirt and ribbon on her shirt blowing slightly in the wind that passed by. She didn't look at all intimidating just standing there in front of him, so why was he sweating his socks off? "Davis, how long has it been since you've known Tk? And you still don't have his name right?" She giggled, making Davis's heart jump. At least the intimidation was off. "You should listen a bit more. You know he gets a little agitated when you get it wrong. I should know. I am his best friend after all." At that she merely shrugged her small shoulders. Davis chuckled nervously, his teammates sighing. It was all hopeless. "Yeah, I guess I should listen a bit more often, huh?" Kari then smiled, the warmth and radiance almost blinding Davis. He loved it when she smiled… The grace… The beauty…
"Kari! Hey, Kari! C'mon!"
Davis's smile lessened as Kari looked back to wave at Tk. Then all after that was a blur. He faintly remembers hearing her say something about a report over at Tk's and then she was gone. Again… Leaving with the one person he never wanted to see her with. But, it wasn't as if they were together or anything. Right? She had said herself she was his best friend. That didn't mean they're lovers or anything. Then, before he knew it, he was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process his thoughts. Why was everything going all downhill? Why… Why wasn't anything working like he wanted them to? Why… Why was everything so wrong? Why…
Why must this be… so painful…?
He then sighed, long and loud. Nothing was working the way he wanted it to. Nothing was going the way he wanted it to. Why was this happening? Why… He shook his head, it throbbing from all this thinking. He hardly thought this much at school. Plus, as he looked at his watch, it was close to 6. His mom wanted him home around 6:10, so he had to be leaving. He had to be in bed (mush to his dismay) around 9, so he had to leave. Curse you, nightmares… He took one last look at the apartment, let out one last heartbroken sigh, and turned to leave. But before he did, he snuck in one last look. He frowned.
'I promise you, Kari,' he thought. 'I will be with you. Always.'
"What is happening, Jakuomon? Any progress?"
Jakuomon bowed before his master, bringing his head down by his knee as he bent his left knee to the floor. He then looked up at him.
"Yes, My Lord. All is well. They have not had a chance to switch back, let alone figure out about our "other" plans. Four of the older Destined know, but they are all at a loss. The parents know as well, except Hope and Friendship's father, but they are powerless to stop us anyways. They don't know what to do, and will be all the more easy to exterminate once it is complete." At that he smiled. Deshmon smiled as well, something he had been at loss of for some time. Not with MaloMiyotismon taking over everything… A thought then hit him.
"What about our subject? What have you on that?" Jakuomon stood. He smiled lightly. "Oh yes, the subject. They are taken. There was no resistance and I easily took them over. They would jump off a cliff if I told them to." With that he smiled in full. Deshmon smiled at his servant. How easy he was to order around. It was a lot easier then when he was younger. He shook his large head. That was in the past. He's gotten over it by now. And if not…
"I want you to watch the youngest, and watch them closely. Do not let them interfere with our plans in any way. If they come close to doing so, intervene. I don't care how you do it, just keep out of sight. When this is all over with, then the extermination…" He chuckled a bit. "I will leave that to you. You have been deprived of this for a while, so I'll let you have a little… "fun", for, oh, say a few days?" He laughed at that.
"Those pesky little Digidestined won't see this coming. They never do. And the poor, helpless baby Destined will wish for me to kill them with what I have in store. Especially Hope," Deshmon laughed. "All I have to do is torture his love Light, and he'll be willing to do anything as long as we stop. I would, of course, end his suffering by killing him. But not all deaths are as swift as one would think. I will make him remember that. I will make that known all too well." With that, he bowed to Deshmon, and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. Deshmon chuckled to himself. Yes, all was going according to plan. The switch, and then there will be the anger, and then the separation… Yes, all was well.
And he will not fail. Not this time. Not ever.
Angel's POV
God… Mom is going crazy with the clothes. I have enough clothes in here to fill a small dump truck! Either that, or a small continent. But, you know, after I think about this, I can't really say anything. She was blessed (or cursed) with two boys, so her obsession with girls' clothing is understandable. But that doesn't mean that she has to go all psycho on me. Oh well. I don't mind. I guess. It's just all the pink… Me no like pink. Pink is bad on me. I prefer… green. Green and yellow. I just really like those colors. And, with some compromise, we've worked my wardrobe into something we can all like.
…After about a three hour speech on how much I hate pink and I had to be as descriptive as I could, describing how my skin would melt and bubble off if I were to ever wear pink in public again. Her face got a little pale, and she told me to stop, but I think I got my point across. Goodness, my throat is still sore from that. But she lightened up on the pink, thankfully. And I got rid of that stupid skirt and boots and shirt. I hate that. Not to mention whenever I walk down that street the people from Hot Topic always look at me, look at the store, then turn their backs, most likely laughing or trying to keep it in. Ahhh… The not-so-nice memories. But it doesn't matter all that much. I have all these new clothes, and I have all my friends and family around me to help me through this. And, thankfully, I haven't had "the problem" yet. I just hope it never happens…
But it's not like that's going to happen to me, after all. I'm not really supposed to be a girl in the first place. So why would that happen to me? Ha! I doubt it'll ever happen! Not to me! Hahaha! That is just too freakin' funny! Hahahahaha! Have that happen to—Haha! Haha! Ha ha… ha… ha…
………
I'd better shut-up before anyone or anything hears me. Don't want to jinx myself now. Whoo, that would be bad. But I really doubt that anything like that would happen to me. Enough bad things are happening, and I really don't need something like that to help make things worst. It's already hard enough that we have to go "re-meet" the other Destined. It's going to be really kind of hard, you know? Meeting all of our friends all over again, making friendships that we've had for years. Doing something like that… That will be very hard. But, I just hope everyone doesn't find out. I especially don't want Davis to find out. He'll be absolutely crushed, no, devastated to find Kari the same gender as him. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about anyone being upset about me being the way I am. It's not like it really matters anymore. It does a little, but it's not a big thing like it was when everyone first found out. So there's no real shock left. And no one really cares anymore, as sad as it really is. Well, actually, I do have someone, and only that someone, who cares.
ME!
I mean, come ON! Why wouldn't I be shocked or scared about this? I'm a freakin' GIRL! I know I shouldn't be all this worked up over it since I've been like this for the past month now, but it's still big to me! I… I don't know what to do! I… I'm so confused now! I don't know who to turn to, I… I don't know where to go for help on this. It's not like I can go up to someone and say, "hey there. Say, I was wondering if you can help me since I was originally a boy and now I'm a girl. Do you have any magical powers to change me and my best friend back?" Yeah. They'd lock me up in the psych-ward and throw the key into the EastSea. Oh, goodness. What do I do? I… I can't do this, I… I'm so lost… I… I…
I'm hungry.
(Blink) (Blink) Wow, that was fast. That's been happening a lot lately. First I'll be all happy and giddy and hyper and then I'll be ranting about something and totally outraged and then the next second I'll be laughing my arse off. Must be a girl thing. I guess I'm just getting used to all of this. It's almost as if my body is going on auto-pilot. I don't understand why it does some of the things it does, but I feel more comfortable afterwards, as weird as it sounds. My body is adjusting, I guess, so that's a good thing. It would be a bad thing if my body rejected all of these changes. Yeah… Changes… Sometimes change is a bad thing. And I found that out a little too late…
But I'd better go. Mom wants to go shopping for shoes today. There is no way that I'm going to fit my size 12 men's shoes anymore. I'm now around size 7 ½ women's. And that is pretty dang small. So, I'd better be goin'. I just hope everything turns out Ok.
"Angel, just try it on…"
"But… But I don't want heels! What about what happened last time!.."
"Honey, we aren't going to go outside until we have the right shoes, Ok? Just try it on…!"
"But… B-but.."
"Now, Angel."
" (Whimper) "
"Now."
Angel's eyes got wide and she gulped. So much for bribery. She found out the hard way on what happens when "Mommy dearest" says things in that tone. She looked down at the black heels that Nancy wanted her to try on. She sighed. She was tired of all the shoes. And she was starting to get a blister on her little pinky toe, too. But her mother knew what was best, so she should at least trust her.
For now.
She sighed inwardly, but slipped her dainty little feet into the boots, then stood up. They were black, stitched together with cream colored thread. The front had a buckle over it and was hard-heeled. She didn't like hard-heeled shoes very much, but she had to admit. Shoes that would originally be around 40 are now 20.15. That ain't too bad. She started to walk in them for a bit just to get used to them and trying not to fall off them. Becoming a girl had done a lot on her height. Before, as a boy, she was a proud 5"11'. Now she was a squandering 5"3', looking as if someone had taken her legs, lopped off a good 98 of them, and sewed what was left of her back on. ((NOTE: I'm not cracking on peeps who are 5"3'. I'm 5'3". I'm making fun of myself. I do that a lot.)) She wobbled a bit, but got back into it. She had gotten used to heels after trying on Sora's and Mimi's as they both have size 7 ½ shoes.
'Nifty,' she thought.
She was walking about the store, Nancy just soaking in what she hoped to have but never did. She wasn't sad all that much that she didn't have any girls. Even though she had hoped in having one, she still loved Tk and Matt like nothing else. As she thought about it, she would prefer them being boys than having them been born girls. What would Kari and Mimi have done? She smiled. Yes, she was happy that they were boys. She still wondered, though, as to what they would look like as girls. For Tk, she didn't need to worry as he was, unfortunately, one right now. But Matt… What about him? After thinking of possible outcomes, she stopped. It was hurting her head too much to think about that. Matt? A girl? No way. Too many bad things would have happened had Matt been a girl. Too many… But she was thankful he was a boy. Girl or boy, she loves him as much as she loved him the day he was born. Though sometimes she wished that he wouldn't be so difficult to handle sometimes. But that was the way that he was. And she is living through it every day. Same goes with Tk, or rather, Angel. They were both crazy, if not Angel more. And she hasn't had a complete breakdown, now has she?
A scream rang out in the store and the sound of a display case falling to the floor filled her ears. She slowly closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. Not out of embarrassment, but to cover the huge smile filling her features. Her shoulders were shaking, trying so hard to conceal the laugh that wanted to and was breaking through her defenses. She might want to take back that last comment. Within seconds Angel showed up, shoes in hands, breathing hard and a beat red face as well.
"Mother, we are leaving. Now," was all she said, attempting to keep her voice in check (as well as not burst out crying) and trying to ignore the clerks behind her cleaning up the shoes and as they tried to hide their laughter. But they were doing a lousy job at it. Angel breathed in deeply to calm her racing heart. "Please? Can we just go?" She then turned to pleading, trying to leave as fast as she could and escape the humiliation. It wasn't her fault that the heel of her foot caught on the display case. She tried to pull it out and act like nothing happened, but before she knew it, her face was, yet again, face down on a hard surface and she made a fool of herself. Again. 'Kyle never did this…,' she thought, pouting. Hearing her whining, Nancy straightened up, breathing in as well as to try and hide her own smile. She then straightened up and went to address her.
"Ok, let's go. Honey, I am so sor—" But once Nancy saw her face, her laugh came up as a cross between a cough and a snort and a smirk cracked as she had to cover her face again to hide the laugh forming. But Angel knew what she was doing. And was not all too pleased, to say the least. "Mom! This isn't funny!" She whined, stamping her feet on the carpeted floor in a short tantrum. Nancy then straightened up, and tried once again. But the same happened. Her shaking shoulders gave her away. Angel was getting tired of this. This was not fun, nor funny, at all. She was about to say something when a sign to her left caught her eye. She craned her neck over the shelf to see what it was. She then dropped the shoes she had in her hands and walked over to the display. Nancy, as she was finally able to pull herself together, looked up to apologize. "Angel, I—" But Angel was not there. Her heart jumped a bit. Where was she? Had she left the store? Where had she gone? She didn't mean to make fun of her like that. She should have apologized when she had the chance. But… where was…
"Hey, Mom?"
Nancy's heart just about melted right then and there. She stood up and went around the shelf of shoes to find Angel looking at another display case. As she looked at her now daughter, she noticed something… in her eyes… She looked at the sign that Angel was eyeing and read "Any type of Boots, 60 off". She chuckled. That was pretty good. She looked over at Angel, her eyes a glow, and smiled. She had always wanted someone to be as into shoes as she was. It wasn't like she could go to a shoes store with Matt and the boy Tk and have a good time. This was, somewhat, of a blessing. She had wanted a girl, and she got one.
But…
She loved Tk. Her Tk. Her boy, Tk. Not Angel. Even though Angel was still Tk, she… She sighed ever so slightly. She missed her little boy. She missed the days when he was only 8, wanting to be out there in the world and discover new things. She missed it when he would come to her, his eyes wide, asking her, "Mommy, what is this?" or "How does this work?" or, "Hey Mom! What are the birds and the bees?" She then cringed. Well, that wasn't a very… shall we say, enjoyable, experience. But she had enjoyed it because she had spent time with her son, and that was plenty alright. But, she looked over at Angel, her eyes looking over the different shoes, she realized how much she really wanted a girl.
"So, which boots are you going to get?" Nancy then probed, trying to steer her thoughts away from sadder ones. Angel looked over the boots, put her finger to her chin in thought, then took a pair off the shelf. She smiled.
"This one."
She said it more to herself than to Nancy, and didn't even bother to have her look them over as she sat down in one of the seats nearest to her, ripped off the top of the box, and took out the boots she wanted. Nancy looked at them just before they went on Angel's feet. They were black, soft-heeled boots, something that Angel would gladly accept, no matter what type. And they went all the way up to the knees. That wasn't something she really wanted on her daughter, but it looked like she didn't have much of a choice. As she looked them over more, they somewhat reminded her of Mimi's shoes when she was 16, those almost 5 years ago. But they barely had any heels and didn't have the buckle over the toes. You could tell they had heels, but, not by much. As Angel laced, yes, laced, up her soul mates, she looked up and smiled a smile that warmed and tingled Nancy all over.
"Mom, can we please get these ones?" Angel asked, her voice hinting a hidden tone of pleading. Nancy looked at them, looked at Angel, then looked back at the boots. She then slowly looked up into Angel's crystal blue eyes, and sighed over so softly. Her eyes were such a clear blue that she could have stared into them for hours and never tired. She cared for her, and wanted the best for her as well. And, as she was her mother, she would make the right choices because she loved her so much that she would do anything for her. She then looked at the price as any loving and smart mother would. Her eyes then slowly grew wide.
"10,410.52¥ for a pair of boots? What is that? I am NOT paying almost that much for a pair of boots that will only last two weeks! No way!"
…Well, almost anything.
"Mom! C'mon! They aren't that flimsy!" Angel protested. Nancy shook her head. "No, Angel. I am not wasting 10,000¥ on boots when I could be putting it to good use! Like putting that aside and adding it to your college money! It's a total waste!" Angel made a pouty face, one that made Nancy wish she was never a girl.
"But Moooom! Please! These are the only ones I'd ever wear! I don't like any of the other shoes in here or the other store or the other store! Please? I'll make it up to you! I'll…" She tried to think of something that could possibly make up for the lost 10,000¥ she would spend if she actually got them. "I'll… clean the house for 6 months!" Nancy shook her head.
"Wash the car?" Another no.
"Pay your taxes and bills and balance your checkbook?"
Nancy just crossed her arms. Angel gulped. She looked up in thought and tried to think of something else when something caught her eye. She looked over at it as Nancy started her own little speech. "Angel, dear, I know you really like those shoes, but you have to realize that some things you just have to give up. I know that you don't like hard-heeled boots, and I can understand that. But there is nothing wrong with a nice pair of sneakers. You can run in them, you can walk in them without trouble, and you can just relax and won't have to worry about 10,000¥ down the drain. Please, Angel. Just get another pair." As she said this, she didn't notice that Angel was paying absolutely no attention to her as she stood up and looked at the sign over the shoe display.
"Yes, those are really cute shoes," Nancy continued, not noticing Angel was looking elsewhere, "and I know that you love them to bits. But please, let's look around some more, Ok?"
"Mom…"
"I'm sure there are some really cute Sketchers or Adidas around here."
"Hey… hey Mom…"
"And I'm sure they'll be a lot less expen—"
"MOM!"
Nancy looked over at Angel, her eyes set on her, but her pointer finger pointing upwards. Nancy's eyes followed the direction, then raised her eyebrows at the sign she saw.
"Oh."
"All boots, any size... 7.29¥ and up," it read. She looked very surprised. She was almost speechless. This was something that one would not expect.
…Well heck, how would you feel if a pair of boots that would have taken almost half or more from what you had in your wallet at that time was now less than 10 of its original price! I say that's pretty dang crazy, if you ask me! And that's exactly what Nancy thought. She just looked at Angel, thought about it briefly, then replied,
"Ok!"
Angel beamed. She had a feeling she would get something that she wanted. And all it took was a little looking. She usually wasn't this observant, but it paid to be once in a while. And she was ever thankful for it. She then wiggled her toes in her boots, lightly playing with the blue shoes laces.
"Say, Mom," she said in a playful tone. "You think I can get another pair of shoes here?" She asked as she took them off to be paid for. If she had gotten these boots for such a sweet deal, what says she can't get another? Nancy just looked at her, her motherly role kicking in. "Angel, just how dumb do you think I am? If you want shoes, go get a job and get some." With that she gave her a loving smile. Angel just looked at her as she put the boots in the box and went to go pay for them. So much for that idea.
Kyle sighed. They were a bit late. It was 5:15 and they were supposed to be there at 5. Nancy was never late, but then again, she had Angel with her. And with how late that girl can be, they could be from three hours to three decades late. And today was not a day to be late. If you were late on this day, then you might as well dig your own hole 6 feet under.
Today is Mimi's birthday.
Let me rephrase that. Today is Mimi's 21st birthday. And she hated it when people were late to any occasion, especially hers, unless you had a reason, of course. Matt was happy that he had had his birthday earlier on in the year, and didn't have to worry about it. But, he couldn't think of any reason why Angel would be late. She told him she and Nancy would be shopping for shoes that day, but he doubted that shoes would take three hours to find. It didn't take him that long to find shoes. So why should it take her that long? It had only taken him 15 minutes to find his shoes. It isn't really all that hard to get a decent pair of shoes, now is it?
"Are they here yet?"
He looked over at the impatient Mimi, clad in her birthday outfit and tapping her manicured foot on the carpet. Her birthday "suit" consisted of a pink and white almost tie-dyed spaghetti strap shirt, the bottom flaring out around her waist. The chest of it dipped down slightly, and it tied in the back. She then wore a black skirt (that showed off much leg, but no one was about to say anything) that also flared out, and a pair of black open-toed sandals that tied around her ankles that sat unoccupied by the front door. She had her toes and fingers painted a metallic pink, and she had her hair in a messy bun, two strands hanging down into her face. Her face was done to perfection for the occasion; she had on bright, rosy blush on her soft cheeks. Her eyelashes were thickly mascaraed ((NOTE: Is that… even a word…? O.o)), though it wasn't overkill. Her luscious lips were glossed with pink lipstick, the soft tone the color of Sakura blossom petals floating through the soft spring breeze. She had a mixture of white and pink eye-shadow and, to finish it all off, a pink jeweled pendant and earrings to match. To say the least, Mimi looked absolutely beautiful. But, with her sour look, she looked more possessed than dashing.
"Not yet," Kyle sighed. "But I'm sure they'll show up. They wouldn't miss this for the world." He then smiled at her in an assuring way. "So just wait a bit. They'll show up." He then went back to looking out Matt and Mimi's bedroom window. He decided to wait in there so that both he and Angel could "meet" the other Destined together. As Mimi looked out the window as well she sighed. She hated waiting. Much more than she hated quantum physics in high school. Oh, so much more. She silently fumed. She hated it when people were late. But, as she thought a bit, they probably had a reason in being late. A reason she didn't understand until they got there. Maybe their car broke down or got a flat tire. Or maybe they got hurt or something. After she thought a bit, she then grinned a little. Or maybe they found a major shoe sale at a store or something. That, my dear friends, is something she can understand. But, with Angel, you never really know.
She then stood over by the window, leaning on the window sill and looked down at all the people passing by her. She almost envied them at times. So… untainted, by all of this. All of this… chaos, madness, even destruction at times that goes on backstage. They have no idea what really happens in the Digiworld. And it might be best that they never do. She sometimes wished she could be a little more… "normal", I guess. She often found herself thinking of such things without meaning to. What would she have been like had she not been taken to the Digiworld those 9 years ago? What kind of person would she be today? Would she have met all of the people she knows today? Most likely not, she thought sadly. She never would have met all the people (and Digimon) who have shaped and made her life better. Sure, she had a wonderful life, but… She shook her head. It was so much better now. She never would have met Sora and Kari and Tk and Tai and Ken, Michael, Davis, Yolie, Willis, Cody, Joe, Izzy, Palmon (she pouted at that), the Digidestined all around the world, but mostly… Matt. She frowned in sadness. She never would have met the one man in her life that really touched her like he has. No man could ever make her happy when she's sad or cheerful when she's angry or pleased when she's depressed like he did. She smiled lightly. Nor did anyone know what type of chocolate did her in when it was "that time". He knew her like the back of his hand, and vice-versa. She loved him more than life itself, and she would do anything for him. She would even die for him, a million times over.
And, at that very moment, the love of her life was waiting for all the Digidestined to come. He stood by the front door, sighing every twenty seconds as this was tiring. But, once the Destined they were waiting for came in, his mood changed.
"Wow, Angel!... Wow! You look… great! I know I'm kind of saying this to my little brother, and that's just kinda wrong, but you look beautiful!" Kyle's ears perked up at the word "beautiful". He didn't mean to; as of late it was as if his… body, was taking over. It didn't really matter all that much as they might be like this for some time. He then heard a nervous little chuckle. "Thanks, Matt. I hope I'm not too over the top…" He heard Matt laugh. "I doubt it. Mimi will go bonkers when she sees—"
"Oh my god, Angel!"
"—you."
Mimi had left while they were in mid-conversation. She nearly took Angel out when she saw her, too, as she jumped on her in her hyper frenzy. There was giggling, much, much giggling, then footsteps as they headed to the bedroom where Kyle waited. At that Kyle's heart sped up a little bit and his face felt a little foggy. He didn't know or understand why he was feeling this way, but it was getting worst as the footsteps got closer. Why was he feeling like this? What was happening to him? Was he… Was he actually nervous about something? Was he actually nervous about seeing Angel? Was it what Matt said that made him so anxious? What was it? Who knows, but he had to find out soon for the footsteps got closer and closer…
"That is such a kawaii shirt! Where did you get it?"
"Oh, I got it at this one store, oh, down by Shinjuku, you know, that one clothing store?..."
…closer and closer…
"Oh, those pants are so cute! You have to let me borrow them!..."
"Only if you let me borrow that one spaghetti strap!..."
…his heart felt like it was about to explode…
"…Where's Kyle? Is he…"
…she was coming… his heart was hammering… so fast…
"Oh, he's in here…"
'Oh boy,' he thought. 'Here it comes…'
The door handle turned, and Kyle's heart just about stopped. But… why? 'Kyle… Kari… whichever, you shouldn't be feeling this way. Angel is your best friend. Nothing more! It's not like she thinks of you that way… You're just… Kyle. Just Kyle. Nothing more.' With that in mind, he slowed his breathing to calm himself. There was no reason why he should be so nervous. No reason. What-so-ever.
The door opened, and in came both Mimi and Angel, laughing and giggling as they were before. Kyle gulped. Just as Angel came in and locked eyes with him, he felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach with a 200-pound bag of bowling balls, the very air within him being forced out. She looked… After about 30 seconds of silence in his oh-so empty head he realized something. He didn't have a word for her. He couldn't think of a word for her. His brain's function cycle was not working at all. His brain at the moment was about as useful as oil was to a house fire. He wished he could say something, anything, to her, but he couldn't get the words out. And he was getting nervous again. Angel, seeing his look, blushed like anything. She really wished that he would say something, anything, to her. She didn't know why, she just did. After a bit, she looked down at the floor and drew circles in the carpet with her toe.
"Um, Kyle?" Mimi probed after much silence. "You, uh, gonna say something?" Kyle looked over at her, a lost puppy sort of look on his face. He needed help. And fast. Mimi knew what he meant. "Uh, Angel," she said quickly. "He thinks you look great. He's just too speechless to say anything. That's all." She then smiled. "No harm done!" Both Kyle and Angel sighed inwardly. And as Kyle's brain began to cool off and work properly, he actually took a really good look at her. And, boy, did he get a look at her.
The first thing that he noticed on her was her shirt. ('Oh, God, I'm turning into one of those perverts at school…' he thought hopelessly). It was a short sleeved dark green V-neck that was stretchy. It didn't have any real stand-out features to it, but it didn't need to. She then had on a white cami with ruffles and metallic looking sequins across the top of the chest so you could see it (and notice it more) and it was underneath the first shirt. She then had on a pair of dark blue stretchy flares that flares out a lot and probably went plenty over her shoes, he though, as you couldn't see her feet, as small as they were. The pants had cargo pockets on each thigh and knee, and the words "Mudd Jeans" very finely embroidered on each pocket with gold thread. She then had on a digital watch and a bracelet with the words "Angel" on it. She had on a dark green stretchy chocker with a silver pendant in the shape of angel's wings. But what really got him was her face. Given the chance, he could stare at her for hours and never tire. But, what was he thinking? She was just a friend. Right?
He looked at her face again. She had on clear lip gloss with a hint of pink in it (Nancy probably thought of it), and light pinkish blush as well. She had on mascara and white eye shadow ('Once we change back, I'm doggin' her on this one,' Kyle thought with an inward chuckle), and if he looked in the right angle, he could have sworn she had on glitter, something she would NEVER, EVER wear. Her hair was styled so that her bangs were to the left side, clipped with two (who knew) green bobby pins. He smiled. She did indeed look beautiful. He then looked away as his face got really hot. He didn't need to have her see him blush. That was a severe no-no.
Then was Angel's turn to check him out. She raised her eyebrows. He was looking very good that day. She wasn't saying that he looked like crap every other day; he looked better on his bad days than her on her good days. And that, in her opinion, was no lie. She then looked him over. He had on a red shirt with a long sleeved black shirt underneath, his fingers just barely reaching the tips of the sleeves. The black shirt had almost a Celt-ish looking design up the sleeves, the "hooks", if you may, winding up and around the sleeves in a black and silver flame, and the red shirt had what appeared to be a dragon up its left side. The dragon, also made up of silver and black, wound up the left side of his shirt, winding to the back, where it (as Kyle later showed her) had its' claws outstretched and it howling to all who dared test it. He had on black cargo pants, enough pockets in there to hold almost 10,000¥, and black socks. He didn't bother to wear any really elaborate jewelry like she did, as he was a guy (though some did, like Matt…), but he did wear a necklace and an earring in his left ear. The necklace had two silver beads on each side, then a pendant in the shape of two crescent moons molded on one another. It was strung around his neck on a black cloth string, and looked great. The earring was a small loop, etched with in was the Japanese kanji consisting of the words, "Sono eiki dzuki kadai takai tsuyoi dzuki issai (The courage to stand tall is mighty to all)." Angel then sighed inwardly, the air within her feeling as if someone had either pulled a plug on her lungs or sucked them dry with a vacuum cleaner. She had no idea Kyle would look so… so… What was the word she was looking for? Stylish? Creative?
'Hot?' her mind coined in, something she wished it didn't do sometimes. She then looked away as Kyle looked over at her as her own face got hot. Why was she thinking of this? Sure, he was attractive. Very, very attractive. But it wasn't like he felt that way for her anyways. All she was was a best friend. A "I'll-be-there-for-you-until-you-find-someone-better-for-you-then-you're-gone" best friend. It wasn't like she was attractive and whatnot. All she was was blue eyes and blonde hair. That was it. She had heard someone say that Davis had called her that once. Maybe it was true. Her heart felt heavy. How much more of this could she take? How much more pain was there to endure until it got too much and her heart just… gave up? Gave in? What would she do? Would she follow her heart and go after him, or the latter, just give up without a fight? She thought about this, dimly aware that Mimi was talking to Kyle, and frowned a bit. Giving up without a fight seemed so much easier. But she knew she couldn't live like that. What would she have done if she had given up when Piedmon had cut the rope she and Kyle were on when they were 8? What would she have done if she had given up when they had fought any of the other Digimon who were against them? Demon? Puppetmon? MaloMiyotismon? What would have happened to them? To her? To Kyle? Nothing, that's what. It all would have ended had she given up. Ended with Piedmon's victory and the end of the Digidestined as well as the Digiworld and real world. But she didn't, and that's why everything and everyone is still there. So, what makes this situation any different?
'We're talking about my best friend here, not some blood-thirsty, demented, happy-go-lucky "It" wanna-be,' she thought bitterly. But, she wouldn't give up. Not now. Not ever. Unless, of course, he liked someone else, then she'd have to back off. But she just hoped he didn't. But, then again, what were the chances of him liking her? Not a whole lot, to be truthful, but there was no reason she shouldn't at least try. She sighed lightly. She would try, whether she was up to it or not. It was in her blood, or whatever you wanted to call it. And she wouldn't give up without a fight. Looking at the clock that read 5:20, she bit her lip. The other Digidestined were to be here in 10 minutes. At least she had something to occupy her mind other than her relationship problems.
"Hey, guys," she finally said after a little bit," don't you think we should be getting ready for the others? It is 5:20," she looked at the clock again, "5:21 now, and they'll be here in a few minutes." Kyle and Mimi looked at each other, and nodded. "I'll go out and get the food ready. You two just stay in here and… "prepare"," Mimi said with a wink, one that neither got. As she closed the door, they slowly looked at one another, then looked the opposite way. Kyle's heart was beating fast, so very fast again. What else was he supposed to do? He was left alone in the same room with the one girl in the entire known universe that he cared for, and he was supposed to be calm about it? That's not how it works, most of the time anyways. But, as he snuck a look at the bashful Angel, he realized that, maybe, this won't be so hard.
"So, um, Angel," Kyle said, trying to break the ice, "what are we gonna do? I mean, since we have to re-meet our friends and all." Angel looked up from playing with the hem of her shirt. She then looked up in thought. "Well… We have to play roles, after all. It's not like we want to go through the trouble of having to tell more people what happened to us. Plus, I don't want any unwanted problems to occur." Kyle looked at her confusedly. She just raised an eyebrow in a knowing sort of way. He then replied, "Ah." One thing you shouldn't let happen: Have Davis find out what has happened to them. Bad things would happen that they really don't need to deal with. Especially with all of the problems they have now…
"Like I need any more problems," Kyle mumbled to himself. Angel looked up at him. "Did you say something?" Kyle flinched unnoticeably, then replied, "I was just saying how we didn't really need any more problems than we have already. And having Davis know about this would make things almost unbearable." Angel nodded. Kyle sighed. At least she hadn't heard him. "But what are we going to tell them? We have to be connected to, well, Tk and Kari. Kyle and Angel have to fit in there somewhere." Kyle nodded, as weird as it sounded. How would they be connected to their "old" selves? This had to take proper planning. You can't just say one thing and not have proof. After about a second of thinking, the two looked at each other, then smiled. The definitely had an idea. A good idea.
And if this didn't float well, then who knows what will.
"…So who's this chick that you wanted everyone to meet, Matt? You going for someone else now?"
Matt merely side glanced at the young yet dumb Friendship and Courage bearer, annoyance written all over his youthful face. "No, I'm not going for anyone else. I'm plenty fine with Mimi, thanks." He said the last part with a slight grumble of bitter irritation. He hated it when people asked him that. No, he wasn't going for anyone younger or prettier, and no, he wasn't going to leave Mimi. Not after all the things they've been through. There is no way he would leave her. And he stood by that. He wasn't sorry he was being rude. People were asking that same old question. And it was getting rather tiresome.
"Well, is she coming or not, Matt? And what about that guy you were taking about, Tai? What about him? Is he cute?" Yolie had asked that question. She was standing over by the food table with Ken, talking and laughing about past happenings. When the topic of the missing "acquaintances" came up, she jumped right in the conversation. She did that a lot. Tai shook his head and went to explain that they might be a little "late", so to speak. Matt looked over at Yolie and Ken. They were so good together. Right after the ordeal with MaloMiyotismon, they had gotten together for obvious reasons. And they've been together ever since. Ken, at the moment, had an arm around Yolie's slender waist and was talking with Cody. He looked over at her when she asked the question. "Geez, Yolie. You've got boys on the brain 24/7. Is there ever a time you don't?" He said lightly as he sipped his punch calmly. Yolie looked over at him, an amused look on her face. "Only when I sleep. …Oh, wait, dreams count then, too, don't they? Then," she merely shrugged her shoulders in an "Oh well!" sort of way, "nope!" With that she smiled sweetly at him as he shook his head and laughed. Cody then looked over at Matt. "What time did you say that they were to be here? Are they supposed to be here at any specific time?" Matt looked at the clock. 5:56. By now, as they had planed, Kyle and Angel should have walked around the block, oh, 20 some times, so they should be heading up here pretty soon. He sighed inwardly. Those two… They had been through so much lately. Especially with the switch, if you would call it one. They were so stressed out about all of this, and they had a reason to be. If he were to ever switch genders with Mimi…
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…Let's… just… leave it at that. He didn't want to be paranoid about seeing her as a male person. That… just… isn't right. He shuddered. Mimi? A guy? His precious angel with… no curves? Or luscious lips? Or her big…um... beautiful eyes? He caught himself on that one. One small slip… Mimi had developed some sort of way of knowing what Matt was thinking. And, to be truthful, it weirded him out. Like nothing else. When she was with him he would either get a kiss on the cheek or a slap in the face, depending on what he was thinking. Sometimes he didn't even know he was thinking it! So he had to be extra careful on what he thought, as dumb as it sounded.
"Matt? What's wrong?"
He jumped where he stood and whipped around to find Mimi looking at him with her "big beautiful eyes". He smiled and tried to play it off as nothing. "Oh, I'm just thinking about when our "guests" will be here. They should be here sometime soon, right?" He then looked over her dainty little head to look at the time. Mimi wasn't buying it. "Matt," she said in the "what did you do?" type of tone, "what's wrong? You've never been this jumpy when I'm around." Matt chuckled nervously. "It's nothing, Meems, I wasn't doing anything, honest." He tried to cower away, but he was caught between the wall and his advancing girlfriend. He then slouched and tried to get as far away from her as possible. He could tell, in her eyes, that she knew something… something he should know… She looked into his eyes for a bit, squinted a little, then blew it off as nothing. "You'd better not be thinking anything bad, Yamato Ishida. You know how I feel about that." She then gave him the "you would never hurt me, right?" look that made Matt feel instantly bad. It's already bad enough that it was really effective when she used his full name. "Mimi, I would never think or do anything that would hurt you. I love you more than life itself. I know that I sound like I'm trying to butter you up by saying that, or when I'm saying that I'm saying that," he shook his head to clear his scrambled thoughts from saying that, "but I'm not. I really do love you and I always will. Remember that." And as he stood he playfully poked her nose and she giggled. Mimi sighed a sigh that meant "I'm glad you're telling the truth" with a hint of "or else" on the end. "I'm glad to hear that. I know you would never lie to me, especially on my birthday and all, so I have no real reason to be mad." She then cocked her head to one side, looking like a puppy expecting a treat. Matt almost hated it because she looked so cute like that.
"I love you too, Matt. Remember that," she cooed to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and kissing him. Matt just about melted inside. Her lips were so soft… One of the many joys of Mimi Tachikawa. He let out a satisfied sigh and brought her closer to him. The mood was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Nothing could or would ruin the moment. They could stay like that forever.
"Aww! Look at Matt and Mimi!"
"Aw, such a Kodak moment!"
"1,000,000¥ says it's a boy."
…That is, if 8 other people weren't present. The two lovers, unwillingly, pulled apart and glared somewhat amusedly at their joking friends. Tai just shook his head. "Geez, you two. If that had gone on any longer we might have had to call an ambulance." Matt was confused by this. But he wasn't about to be outwitted by Tai. "And, why, might I ask, is this, oh sarcastic one?" He retorted, not willing to be bested by his so-called rival. Tai just chuckled whole-heartedly. He then pointed to Matt's left hand.
"Because if that thing had gotten any higher, something you two wouldn't want yet might pop out instead," he said lightly, everyone either laughing their heads off or blushing a deep crimson. Mimi's face got bright pink as she gently removed Matt's hand as it, shall we say, got a little too carried away as it was planted right on her rear. He blushed his own color of scarlet. He then looked away in anger.
"You don't have to be so sarcastic, Tai," he snapped, a vein almost popping in his forehead. He was still plenty angry they had ruined "his moment". "Don't tell me you haven't gotten carried away with Sora." Tai shrugged his shoulders. "Heck, I know I can get a little carried away. I just don't do it where children are present. They don't need to see that." He then smiled. "Yet." Matt was about to say something when he caught sight of the "children" that were referred to. Yolie, Davis, Ken, and Cody were all looking at him, looks of either amusement or, in Cody's case, pure horror. Matt sighed. He then glared at Tai's laughing form and was about to flip him something else that children shouldn't see yet when there came a knock at the front door. Four pairs of ears perked up as there came yet another knock. They knew who it was. At that Matt looked at Mimi, who looked to Sora, who looked to the pigging out Tai as he made his way to the nachos and cheese, a chip halfway to his mouth. They then looked to Matt as he was the one who orchestrated this. He sighed.
"Fine, I'll get the door," he sighed. He then somewhat walked/jogged to the front door, took in a deep breath, and opened it…
"What are you saying? That I have a big forehead? What the crap is that! You can hardly see it!"
"Nope, nope, you've got too big a forehead. It looks like Flat Rock up there…"
The two laughed, Angel lightly punching Kyle in the arm and carrying on what they had been talking about for the last 20 or so minutes. They had walked around the block several times, not enough to smear Angel's make-up ("I swear… if I ever wear this much make-up again, I'll melt," she had whined) but enough to make others think that they had walked some distance. And here they were, standing outside Matt and Mimi's apartment, waiting for them to open the door. And were they ever nervous.
"I almost don't want to go in there. I don't want to see them," Angel said quietly, a sad look on her face. "I don't want to have to do this all over again. It's… it's not fair." Kyle looked over at her. Her hair overcast her eyes, making her look sadder than he thought she was. He smirked a bit. "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure, since they don't know it's us, that they'll be "understanding" with our "predicament". It's not every day that something like that happens." Angel still had her shoulders drooped slightly and a downcast look on her young teen face. Something then in Kyle's brain went off like a siren. He didn't know why it did, but something told him to put his arm over her shoulders. He didn't like the idea, but she was sad, and he had to make her happy. Case in point. It sounded so easy, but in doing it? In the short battle between logic and feelings, feelings smacked the crap out of logic and won the battle. Obviously. He slowly slipped his large arm over her small shoulders and gave her a quick hug before letting her go. Angel, confused by this, looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"You looked sad, so I felt that you needed a hug, that's all," Kyle shrugged. Angel smiled slightly, then a huge grin. "Thanks, Kyle. I needed that." It was like a huge weight was lifted and Kyle sighed inwardly. One point for Kyle. At least it worked. And, since he did that and succeeded, what said he couldn't with this? With that in mind, he raised his hand to the door, looked at Angel, then knocked. They waited on baited breath.
Nothing happened.
They looked at each other again, their timid side glances showing how nervous they were. After about a whole minute of complete nothingness, Kyle knocked on the door again. Again, nothing happened. And, just when they thought that nothing would happen, the door slowly began to open…
Davis's POV
I have no idea what had happened.
And that isn't saying much, really.
I went from talking to Joe about one thing to looking at the new comers. I don't know why I was particularly interested in them, they were just some kids who wanted to meet Mimi and everyone. It's not like they were really interested in me much. I'm the dumb one of the group. What's there to want to know?
Davis looked over at the new comers with little interest. Other than the fact that he could only hear Matt telling everyone about them since Yolie and Ken were in his way, he didn't care much. He just wanted to be back at home. He wanted to come here and wish Meems a happy birthday and all, but that was it. Sure there was food, but he wasn't all too into food right now. He just wanted to be at home, thinking about his lost love. He wasn't the type to get depressed. He rarely was sad. But… this was an exception. A big one. He didn't care for anyone other than her. She was Light. She was his beacon at the end of a long and hard tunnel. No one cheered him up like she did or made him feel so complete. She loved everyone, and everyone loved her.
So why was she gone?
'It just… Grr, it just didn't make any sense!' Davis's mind cried. It yearned for her, to hear her sweet words run through his ever vacant mind. It needed her, more than anything else. She was so loved… so why was she gone? Tai didn't say anything about the disappearance. So… maybe she wasn't really gone? Perhaps, she had just taken a short vacation to some place, perhaps to the other side of Japan? Or, maybe… she had gone to France with…
"No," he mumbled. "That can't be true."
And he just kept thinking like that. He wasn't about to think that Kari, his precious angel, would go anywhere with that loser. Even if it was for one day, TJ didn't deserve any hour, any minute, any second of her. No one did. She… was too perfect for everyone. Too perfect for anyone. Him included. But, he just… was hurt, that she was gone all of a sudden. He just hurt… all over.
"…Everyone…"
It just about killed him inside, if it hadn't already.
"…this is…"
No one could make up for the loss of his…
"…Angel…"
'…Angel…?'
At that moment he decided paid attention to them. What was her name? He then looked up from his thoughts to actually get a good look at the intruders. And, at once, he found why they had called her Angel.
It was the hair that stood out mostly to him. It was so golden yellow… it reminded him instantly of Matt and TY. It shown every time she moved (as little as it was), and looked like the purest gold. She had rather pale skin, though her cheeks were rosy pink, probably from blush, but it looked somewhat natural. She had on pink lip gloss, as he noticed the slight shimmer on her lips. She wasn't wearing something as out there as Mimi, but it was still nice. But, what really got him was… her eyes. They were the most crystal blue he had ever seen. He wasn't sure exactly where to place them.
"…she's related to me, so be nice, Ok?" Matt was saying, using that "big brother" like tone that said he'd kill any guy who even shed dead skin cells on her. She smiled weakly. "Matt, you don't have to be so over-protective… I'm 17 after all…" Davis raised an eyebrow. That was really weird. It wasn't all that often that you met someone who was your age, just like that. She looked a little shy, her arms behind her, looking down and shrinking back a little, but this was the first time any of them had met her. So that was understandable.
"…and this is her best friend, Kyle. He…"
Another person? Hmm… this might be interesting…
Davis craned his neck to see the other newcomer. He raised an eyebrow. He wasn't the kind of guy he saw a lot these days, or much paid attention to. It was all the black that kinda teed him off. He then noticed the skater shoes. 'A skater boy, huh?' he thought. Taking a look at Angel, then, what was his name, Kyle? Taking a look at the two, you wouldn't think that they knew each other. She was wearing all bright happy colors. He was wearing the "I'll kill you in your sleep" colors. How would these two know each other? It must have been a freak accident that these two met. Kyle was the polar opposite of Angel, he having shoulder length dark chestnut hair and crimson eyes.
'Just like Kari…' he thought, a pang in his heart. He must be related to her. Somehow. And he wanted to know how. It almost intrigued him. He wanted to know. He had to know.
But he wasn't the only one who wanted to know Kyle and Angel.
"Wow… And how do you two know Matt?" Izzy stepped up and said. He had grown a lot than just being a scrawny little 16-year old. He had begun to work out a little, his arms stretching out his shirt slightly. It wasn't huge muscle like most of the other male Destined had, it was more like lean muscle, mostly like what the teen males had. He was rather modest about it, and didn't like to show it off unless he had to. Not even to the ladies! But, recently there had been reports that he had been "seeing" someone. He denied it completely, but he seemed… more at ease lately. His flaming red hair was ever present, a little goatee on his chin and a thin mustache over his mouth. He wore a large black turtle neck and khaki pants. He had his left ear pierced and a silver stud in place. He looked older that way, no matter if he was a young adult, and he hated to be looked down upon by just his looks. Once he opened his mouth…
"It looks like you are, but I have to be sure. Are you related to Matt in some way, Angel?" That came form Joe, as observant as he was. He, too, had grown some as well. He had his hair short again, and had the same glasses as before. It made him look "intelligent", he said to others who asked. He, too, had a mustache, but was seriously considering shaving it off. He didn't want people to think of him as a "rowdy" person. Izzy took slight offense to that, considering they both had moustaches. But it was quickly settled, since they both were such good friends and all. Joe was on his way to becoming a true doctor, and was also said to have been spotted with a "lady friend" of sorts. He denied it as well, but with a slight blush. He mostly kept things like that a secret, but something didn't seem right… He wore that day a white collar shirt, the first two buttons undone and a white shirt underneath. He had the sleeves unbuttoned as well, and the bottom two buttons undone. He wore black pants, rather baggy for a spawning doctor of sorts, but he didn't want to be a stiff old coot like the doctors at his academy. He wore a silver necklace with the kanji "The will of all to do well may heal all wounds" inscribed on a small silver tablet in the middle.
"You look a lot like Matt. And Tk, wherever he is. Perhaps a cousin?" Ken asked, never taking his hand from Yolie's waist nor his hand from his punch. He had short hair now, something that everyone was shocked by and that Yolie was sad about, but quickly got used to. A few strands of his ever present midnight blue hair fell over his eyes, making the girls ("Does Yolie really count as just one girl anymore?" Davis had asked once. "Probably not," Ken had sighed) go crazy. He didn't understand why, but Yolie was fine with it anyways. His voice was deeper, as they had all been through their own puberty moments. He was much taller now, almost 6 foot, and was afraid that he made the 5'6" Yolie feel short, which she did, but didn't tell him. He wore that night, as it coincided with what Yolie wore (it was her idea), the dark black collar shirt slightly opened and the silver tank top showing underneath. He had on midnight blue pants, baggy, and a necklace with a tablet, a dragon curling its way around it and the kanji ((NOTE: Gotta love that Japanese kanji… I think I'm doing overkill, though…)) for "Sono Isei Haji Temae (The Power Holds Us)", while Yolie, as petite as she was, wore something of the likes, but not so much. She, too, wore a black collar shirt, but it was open all the way and the silver spaghetti strap from within was revealed. She also wore dark blue pants, but hers' were jeans and were stretchy. She also wore a necklace, but it was a chocker, and the tablet that had Ken's dragon now held Yolie's White Tiger, the kanji for "Chin Haji Sono Isei (We Hold The Power)" on it instead. Ken wasn't all too hot on the idea of matching, but one look in her eyes made him change his mind. And quickly.
"And how do you tie into all of this, Kyle? You certainly don't look like Matt. You look like… Tai. Are you related to him in some way?" Cody had piped up. He didn't want to be too dressy for the occasion, so he decided to wear a nice cream colored dress shirt and dark khaki pants. He didn't want everyone to notice what was on his wrist, so the dress shirt was long sleeved. On his right wrist was (forcefully) a pink bracelet with the words "I heart you, Cody!" on it in big elaborate letters and pretty pink hearts and ribbons holding it together. A girl had latterly jumped him on his way home from school and tied that to his wrist. But, as much as he cut at it, it wouldn't come off. He went to the girl and asked how to take it off, and she replied that her grandmother gave it to her to give to the boy she would be dating, and apparently there was no way of getting it off. That just made Cody's day a whole lot better. He didn't like the girl one bit. The fact that she was Jessica's younger sister, Erika, made things worst than they needed to be. They acted just alike, though Cody had no love interest to fall back on. So he was pretty much screwed, to say the least.
"It's scary, though. He looks more like Tai than me…" Davis shook his head. He then slouched and leaned against the food table. He didn't want to be all to fancy at the party either, so he wore a red button down short sleeved shirt with a long sleeved white shirt underneath, the sleeves covering his large hands by much. He also wore a pair of black pants with flames up the side, intertwining around the pockets and seams. He had his ever present goggles, but they were by the door. He didn't feel like wearing them, as they reminded him too much of his dear missing love interest, and he didn't want to think about it. But, with this new girl, maybe he'd consider wearing them.
"Now, now, no need to bombard these two with all these questions. I'm sure they'll answer them in due time. Let's get to know them first," Mimi spoke up from the corner. She then glided over to the "newcomers" and embraced Angel. "Well, Angel, it's very nice to meet you," she said with a smile. Angel smiled as well. "It's very nice to meet you, too, Mimi. Matt told me a lot about you. I actually thought you were his wife or something." At that she turned her head and smiled sweetly, a smile that hinted a little something to him. At that Matt glared at her. Angel turned to everyone, and began her "story".
"Yes, I'm sure I look a lot like Matt and all, and there is good reason for that. I'm his younger cousin, like one of you suggested. I still wonder where Tk is, though… He's my favorite cousin. And I miss him." She then frowned in sadness. Davis looked with sympathy (not for Tk, though) as she straightened up and started again.
"Anyways, I moved to Colorado with my mom and dad to be with friends over there. I stayed there for a couple of years, then when we decided to move back here my dad died. He loved Colorado so much, that we decided to stay there a few more years. By now it had been six years since I'd been back here. I missed all of my family over here, but we were caught up a little by money for a time since my dad died and all. But my mom got a new job, and we were able to move back here. Then, right when we were in the process of coming over here, we had to make an emergency landing when all of the Digimon world stuff started happening. So we stayed in Florida for a few months, then were able to come back here after this was all over with. But, yet again, we moved back to Colorado when it was all over with." She smiled. "Yeah, we move a lot. But," as she looked over at Kyle, she smiled, "one reason I wanted to move back here was to be with my best friend Kyle here. He had stayed here while we moved, but I was able to come back and all. He stayed in contact with me the entire time, and I'm thankful. I didn't have that many friends in Colorado, so I'm happy to be back." She sighed. "The sushi sucks down there anyways." She smiled as everyone laughed.
"Anyhoos, you're all probably wondering how I'm related to Tk and Matt. Aunt Nancy is my mom's sister. I have the same last name as Tk since my mom's a widow and everything. She still hasn't remarried… I don't blame her, though." She then smiled a very sad smile. But continued with her tale. "I have a feeling that you all haven't heard a lot about my mom, so I'll explain. Mom and Aunt Nancy got into a fight a few years back, and they didn't talk for a long time. Mom didn't want me to have any contact with them, so I couldn't do anything. It was all really stupid. Matt and Tk couldn't say anything about me since Aunt Nancy didn't want Mom to think they were spreading things about me. Yeah. It was all dumb. They had some fight over this and that, Mom won't tell me what it is, so I don't have any info. But I'm glad to be back and seeing everyone again."
Kyle then stepped up and took it from there. "Her life was hectic. But I'm glad that she came back here. It got kind of lonely. Yeah, I had friends here, but none of them could replace a best friend. Especially her, as crazy and short as she is." Angel's head snapped towards him and she hit him in the arm as he chuckled. "She was really sad not being here, and I'm glad she's here to stay. She didn't like any of the people at her school in Colorado, and Mary and Nancy have made up, so I'm happy she's not gong anywhere. I've known her since we were little kids. She lived in the same apartment complex as I did when we were really little, like, 4 years old. And we've been friends ever since, like she said. I lived with my parents, and they didn't like the neighborhood we lived in and moved to Kyoto, but mom wanted to be near the family, so we moved here instead. I'm glad, though, since I can see Tai and Kari a lot. But when Kari moved," Davis's ears became alert at that, "I was really sad about that. I still don't know why she moved, but… I think it was about someone bothering her or wanting to hurt her. They weird thing is that only she moved, and then the attacks, if you'll call them that, stopped. So I'm hoping that once they find the guy who did that, then she'll come back." Davis's heart just about burst. Someone was trying to hurt her? But why?
"Well, that would explain why she left. But then, why did Tk?" Joe asked, leaning up against a nearby wall. "I doubt that some chick was threatening to hurt him, unless it was Jessica, but then even she wouldn't hurt him." Kyle shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I've known Tk for a long time. He tells me everything, or as much as he can. I'm not his best friend, but I'm pretty close. But I didn't hear anything and he seemed perfectly fine last I heard him. And that was before he left. I'm sure he had a reason. I doubt he'd just leave and have no motive. But, since he's not here, he can't tell us anything. I know Nancy knows why he's gone, and it's their business, so I'm not prying." He gave a little "Sorry" smile, but continued with his side. "Well, since Angel told her side, I'll tell mine. As I said, we moved back here to be near family. My dad is Uncle Seito's brother. Those two became really close, especially after Grandpa died a few years ago." Everyone nodded understandingly as they all remembered how hard Tai's father had taken his father's death. He died at 64, but he lived a happy life. Kyle then lowered his head a little. "Dad didn't want to lose anymore relatives, so we moved closer to everyone. I'm thankful of that. And, since we're back here, we actually get to meet the "fabled" Japanese Digidestined, as Tai has told me about." As this all went on, all the way in the back, as Davis watched this, something didn't sit well with him.
"Well, since you're Japanese, why didn't you guys get chosen as one of us like we did? Wouldn't you two be one of the chosen as well?" He asked suddenly. Everyone looked at him, then at Angel and Kyle, who looked at each other. Angel then looked over at him, his heart jumping slightly. "Yes, I wonder about that, too, but I remember James, the Genai look-alike I had down in Colorado, Matt told me all about Genai a while back, telling us one time that even if we were born in Japan, we didn't have any qualities that gave us crests or abilities like you guys do. It was mostly because we didn't see what happened between Greymon and Parrotmon while you all did." They all nodded. Davis, not seeming satisfied, asked another question. "Ok, so you didn't see what happened when they were all younger. I didn't either, but I was still chosen. Why weren't you?" He added that last bit rather hotly. Angel just looked at him, then side-glanced at Tai. Tai, getting the "Is he always this annoying?" look, said, "Let's skip the question, and go for cake!" Everyone cheered except Davis, and headed over to the cake. Davis then lowered his head. He wanted to know… There was something about them… Something… different. And as Angel and Kyle headed over to the cake after putting on their house slippers, Angel lightly glanced Davis on his shoulder as she made her way over to the cake. She waited for Kyle to pass as she lingered a little. At that she leaned in and lowered her head until she was in his ear.
"I know you want to know more about me, Davis." she said levelly. It wasn't a harsh tone, but it stung a little. "I know you're hurting. I could see it in your eyes. I know you're curious to meet someone who is different and out of your comfort zone, whatever that might be. And also I know you want to know someone who was in contact with Kari before she went missing." At that Davis slightly lifted his head. Angel lowered her head a little bit more, but continued. "I know you like Kari; she told me of that a while ago. And, from what she has told me of you, you would go to the ends of the earth to find her and bring her back." She then lifted her head all the way, but turned it so the others wouldn't hear her.
"But, as she is missing, that doesn't mean that you have to bombard people who know her with questions that either they don't know or can't tell you. I'm one of those people. Don't get frustrated at me just because you miss Kari. I miss her, too, so you're not the only one. Please," she leaned in a bit closer, taking her voice down to a whisper, "let us be friends, not enemies."
With that she went over and clapped with everyone as they waited to see Mimi blow out her candles. Davis just sat there, his back to them and his arms crossed, just trying to process all of that. Not the only one… who missed Kari… He frowned. It wasn't that he thought he was the only one who missed her; there were tons of people who missed her more than he. It was… the fear that she might not come back… to him, to any of them. That is what he was frustrated about. But, as he looked over at the group, cheering as Mimi blew out her 21 pink candles, he spotted one cheering and smiling individual, and cringed.
It wasn't that he was afraid of letting go. It was that he was afraid…
…of moving on…
He sighed. He didn't know why this was happening, but… he knew one thing. That once Kari came back, he'd have, not only her to worry about, but other problems as well. He didn't want this to happen, but, for some reason, something happened every time he let his mind wander. Something… stirred, deep within him. Something so deeply rooted within him that it was frightening to think about what would happen had he not thought of this. And, it scared him, as tough as he thought he was. He really was nothing more than a little boy who was scared to face his problems. He didn't want to know the truth; he didn't care to know the truth. But, as much as he tried to run from his problems and pretend to be alright and strong, he… wasn't. He was nothing like Tai or Matt. He wasn't strong like them. He wished that he was, but he was just fooling himself. Yes, at times he was courageous and was ever faithful to his friends, but it wasn't true all the time. He… he was… afraid… of all the possibility… that, that Kari, even Tk, might… not come back. They were the two people that he was closest to, and now they were gone. He… was afraid for them. And he didn't know how to get rid of it. But, he did know one thing. After all of this chaos with Tk and Kari missing, and the weird weather, and the strange "sights" that he has been seeing, and…the dreams… he now knew of one thing that would help him get through all of this. He knew of some way to escape his distraught feelings and all of the chaotic thoughts that had been running through his hurting head. Yes, as much as he wanted to say no, this feeling did scare him. And every time he thought of this, he wanted to deny it. Yes… there was another now. Another being. Another entity. Another… "one".
Another… Angel.
And he was hoping that this time, there was no objection.
Ok, this chap took me WAY too freakin' long! I have no idea what happened! First, I'd be working on it, and then I'd get tired or something or get hungry or I'd do homework or something and then I'd forget. I have no idea what happened. It's sad though. Some teachers at my skool told my mom they think I have ADD or ADHD because I'm so forgetful. Dunno. Might be. ((J/k)) I think I might have an explanation, though.
Well… ((Cheezy memory musik starts as the scene fades…))
Sora: Here she goes with the long unnecessary explanations…
Zidane: I doubt they could be less than 150 words.
((Memory halts)) ((Karimon glares at him)) Hey, you ruined my memory sequence! DARN YOU! But, Ok, so my explanations are a bit… elaborate. But accurate, non the less. So, I'll sum it all up.
I got sick, stayed sick, got into it with a friend, nearly switched schools I hated mine so much, got sick again, got writer's block, was off sleep schedule, was getting bad grades, got back with friend, went to Semi-formal dance w/ boyfriend, was tired a lot, didn't eat well, didn't sleep well, is still having bad grades, had a bad dream about a demon clown (no joke, really…(shudder)), revolted against my "posse", has to sit with another group of friends (I'm friends with everyone), had festas and Latin homework, had Algebra homework and I suck at Algebra anyways, jammed my thumb on my writing hand playing volleyball, had lots of doctor's visits, had "the problem" multiple times, got into fights with the mother person, got kinda depressed for a bit, hurt myself without meaning to, had back problems, I reeeeeally really hated life, aaaaaaaand I think that's it.
((She then turns to her muses)) Ha. 149 words. I win.
((Testament raises an eyebrow, Sora gasps, and Zidane faints. Karimon smiled, her little vampire fangs showing)) You didn't think I could do it, huh? I'm just so great like that. Oh yeah! I'm good! I'm—
((She then trips down a flight of stairs that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. As she floated through the air, she silently cursed her random moments. Then she just kinda stays there, her face down in the hard cement that she landed on. She raises a finger)) That so did not happen.
Testament: Well, since she is giving love to the cement right now ((a growl is heard)), Karimon has something to say: She is so very sorry about the long wait. She has been working on this as much as she could, but many things have been getting in her way ((school, homework, her boyfriend (J/k))). So she wants to proclaim an official apology to all of the people who have been reading this. And she will be working on the 6th chapter as soon as possible.
Really.
Just… don't come to her house and beat her to death. She's not all too fond of that…
And sorry if anyone sounds gay, as she said, in here. It was really rushed, so yeah. Sorry.
((SIDE NOTE: If you don't know what the money amounts equal out to in English, here they are: 10,410.50Y equals 98.95, 10,000¥ equals 95.05 (rounded), 729.11¥ (rounded) equals 6.93, and 1,000,000¥ equals 9,504.79. Just to let you know. And sorry if the Japanese translations are wrong. I have no idea how to translate them properly. If anyone knows how to, let me know, please! Thank you!))