Author's Note: Hey all! My followers might remember me uploading this fic a few years ago. Well, I was re-reading it and decided it was crap. But I liked the idea I had come up with, so I'm rewriting it and making it not crap. Please, read, review, and of course, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON. If I did, Tamers wouldn't exist. -.- So please, owners, don't sue me.

Chapter 1

"Have you noticed Daisuke lately?"

"Yeah, he looks pretty off today..."

Takeru and Hikari had just sat down in the corner of the small cafe they had all met at for lunch. Daisuke was still in line with the rest of the Chosen Children, waiting for his sandwiches. Hikari noticed he looked paler than usual, and he had dark circles under his normally bright chocolate eyes. His dark cinnamon hair was even messier than usual; it looked as though Daisuke hadn't even bothered to put in the minimum effort to contain its unruly nature.

Daisuke got his sandwiches from the girl at the counter and meandered over to the table, sitting down nest to Hikari. Takeru silently glared at him; even after he and Hikari had become official, Daisuke had continued to flirt with her, and it annoyed Takeru beyond belief. But maybe that's why he did it, Takeru thought, rolling his eyes ad taking a sip of his tea. Today, though, Daisuke just sat quietly, picking at his sandwiches halfheartedly.

The others soon joined them, chattering away loudly and munching on their lunch. Even Ken was talking animatedly with the others, where he was usually quiet and reserved. The only one who was quiet today, though, was Daisuke, who finished his lunch and lay his head on the table, blocking the others out.

After a few minutes, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and heard a voice say his name. After a couple times, he realised it was Ken. He looked up, his eyes foggy and unfocused. He realised everyone else had gone, and looked around confusedly.

"Dai, are you alright?" Ken asked, a concerned look on his face.

"Huh? Yeah..." Daisuke replied vaguely. "Where'd everybody go?"

"Takeru and Hikari had plans for the weekend, Iori had a Kendo lesson, and Miyako went to Iori's house to work on his computer, so it's just you and I." Daisuke tried to ignore that last bit, but his stomach jumped a little and his heart lightened.

"So what are we gonna do then?" Daisuke asked, stretching and readjusting his goggles.

"Well, I have some schoolwork I have to finish up..." Ken started, but seeing the downtrodden look on Daisuke's face, he quickly added, "but it can wait a little bit."

"Great!" Daisuke said, suddenly sounding like his normal, cheery self. The two cleaned up their plates and left the cafe, walking out into the sunny spring air together. There was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the breeze was warm and inviting. It was the perfect day for anything.

"So, what do you want to do Ken?" Daisuke asked as they walked down the sidewalk together.

"I don't know...you pick something," Ken said. Daisuke rolled his eyes; that was always Ken's response. Today, he wanted to do what Ken wanted to do.

"Aw come on, Ken, you always make me pick!" Daisuke cried, feigning anguish. "It's your turn!" He stared at Ken, pleading with his eyes.

"Well..."

"Well what? Come on, what do you want to do?"

"Well..." Ken paused for a moment. "My parents are out of town for the weekend. They left me some money and the car..."

"Okay, so...what?"

"Well...we could go camping or something," Ken suggested. He looked at Daisuke warily, as if he was waiting to get shot down and told it was a bad idea.

"Great!" Daisuke said happily. "Camping it is! We'll bring Chibimon and Minomon too! We'll be gone the whole weekend and I won't have to listen to Jun whine about boys the whole time."

Ken laughed, then said, "We're closer to your house, you should pack your things. Then we'll go to my house and get the car."

"Sounds like a plan," Daisuke replied. They walked to Daisuke's apartment, chatting about their plans for the weekend—Daisuke already had it in his mind that he was going to fight a bear and domesticate it so he could bring it home and ride it around town. Ken made it plain that he would not drive Daisuke to the hospital if he actually did this, because he'd deserve to get mauled at that point. The two of them laughed at the thought, then finally made their way up to the apartment so Daisuke could pack.