The Secret Life of Akane Ichijouji

Disclaimer: It's not midnight here yet; this still counts as my 1-year anniversary update! (G: What does that have to do with the disclaimer?) Um, nothing I guess. ^_^;;; Oh, and Digimon's not mine.

A/N: For this story, I'm naming Ken's kids Akane, Sammy, and Koro. (Thanks for the last one, Settiai.) Also, this was started a while back ago when FFN actually told the number of reviews in a fanfic's summary.

BTW, this story's dedicated to anyone who knows what it's like to be a closet fanfic writer. ;-)

Chapter 1 - Busted

It was just another average night at the Ichijouji household. Ken had come back home late from work, Yolei had scolded him because his dinner had gotten cold, the kids snuck out of kitchen before their mom had another fit…the usual.

And as usual, fourteen-year-old Akane Ichijouji shut herself up in her room after taking special care that her brothers were preoccupied with something else, whether it was doing homework or chasing around the family's digimon.

The indigo-haired girl went online as soon as her computer was booted up and typed in the address of the web page she made sure to visit whenever she had the chance to be alone.

"fanfiction. net"

Even before the site had fully loaded, she clicked on the button that would lead her to the Anime section and then the one to the Digimon category. Scrolling through pages and pages of stories, she spied the one she was looking for—

Yolei's Reward by Kaiser'slittleprincess
Summary: How does Ken reward his wife after a hard day's work? Read to find out. *LEMON*

—another of the many stories she had written late at night after her family had gone to bed.

She stole a quick glance at the number of reviews before clicking on the link to open them.

15 Reviews

Not bad for a story that's only been up for twenty hours.

She rapped her fingers on the desk in excited anticipation as the reviews page loaded.

'Let's see what my loyal readers have to say this time,' she thought smugly to herself.

After what seemed like eons to the glass-wearing girl, the page finally loaded, and she quietly read the reviews to herself.

xxxlemonygirlxxx
wow, that lemon was sour alright, but really sweeeet 2. WRITE MORE!

KenXYoleiluvr
that was gr8, kep writing more.

Ken's _gurl656
cool loved it put up another chapter.

Akane was about to read more of the reviews for her story when she heard a knock on her door that nearly made her jump out of her skin.

"Akane, honey, you there? It's me, dad. Can I come in?"

Oh shoot!

Aloud, the oldest of the Ichijouji children replied in as calm a voice as she could muster, "Oh, yeah, sure Dad, in a sec."

She immediately moved her cursor over to the upper corner of the page to close it, but just when it was mere centimeters away, Akane found that her cursor wouldn't move anymore.

"What the—oh crud!"

She tried to move her mouse around and typed some commands on her keyboard, but it was no use—Her computer had officially frozen.

"Is everything all right in there, Akane? Maybe I can help."

Before the girl could object, Ken had opened the door and walked in.

'Darnnit! Why couldn't I have asked for a lock on my door?' Akane thought to herself in a panic. 'No time for regrets now; I gotta think of something.'

Her eyes alighted on the power switch of her monitor.

'Of course!' Akane instantly hit the switch, and her screen went black. Sighing in relief she leaned back against her chair.

"Akane," Ken's voice boomed over her shoulder.

Uh oh.

"What was that you were reading?" he asked, glaring at the black screen.

A drop of sweat trickled down the back of her neck as she turned around to face her father. "Um, nothing important, Dad, really…heh, heh," she answered nervously.

Something told Ken that this was anything but unimportant. He didn't become a detective for nothing. "Akane, turn the monitor back on," he commanded.

'Oh, man, I'm in trouble now.' The long-haired girl thought of a number of ways to get out of this, but with her former genius father's observant eye on her, none of them would have worked.

Sighing in defeat, she raised a shaky hand and switched on the monitor.

Akane nervously drummed her fingers on her leg as her father read what was on the screen over her shoulder.

After an agonizingly long moment of silence between them, Ken ordered her sternly, "Akane, restart your computer and show me where you got this from."

A jolt ran up the girl's spine. She was in for it now.

Timidly, she did as she was commanded, all the while feeling her father's gaze burning a hole in the back of her head.

After a several excruciating minutes, Akane managed to get back online and went through the same process as before to get to the page of reviews.

However, right before she could open up the page, Ken put a cold hand on hers and stopped her.

"Wait. Let me read this," he said gravely, tapping the screen over the title of the story.

Silently she clicked the link, and a message popped up saying, "This page contains mature content not suitable for readers under the age of 17. Click 'OK' if you are at least 17 years old."

Ken's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull, but he didn't say anything. He just moved the cursor over to the "OK" button and clicked on it.

As Ken skimmed her not-so-innocent little story, Akane simply sat in her chair petrified and watched her father turn brilliant shades of white and red every other paragraph.

Finally, after centuries of silent toture for Akane, he finished reading and stood up straight.

"Akane," he said lowly, apparently trying to keep his temper in check, "why are you reading things like this?"

"I…uh, er…um, a friend of mine told me to read it for her?"

She took a peep at her father's face out of the corner of his eye. From the looks of things, he wasn't buying it.

"Akane…" he said sternly.

Darn, she hated when she was right. 'Hey.' An idea struck her. 'Maybe he won't believe the truth then.'

Aloud, she squeaked, "I, uh, I wrote it?"

"You wrote this?!"

'Me and my bright ideas.' The girl flushed a bright crimson and meekly nodded. She knew if she lied any further, her father would somehow find out and punish her even more severely than he would now.

"How the heck would you know about stuff like this?" he asked harshly. "You're only fourteen, for Pete's sake!"

Akane quickly turned around in her chair. She knew exactly what he was implying by that question, and she was not about to let her father think that she wasn't a virgin anymore. "It's not what you think, Dad," she defended hastily. "I didn't do any of this stuff myself—I swear. I got all of it by watching you and Mom—."

The indigo-haired girl immediately clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized what she had let slip, but it was too late. By the look in her father's inhumanly wide eyes, she could tell that she had just dug herself a deeper grave.

"You did what?!" Ken exploded. Even the Digidestined of Kindness could keep his cool for so long. "You watched as Yolei and I—oh gods!"

Ken immediately started pacing around her room as an apprehensive Akane simply sat glued to her chair in dread of what her father, the former Digimon Emperor, would do to her.

After walking around a few times muttering to himself in shock, Ken came back and asked his daughter wildly, "How many times did you see us…do it?"

"Only a few times after you conceived baby Koro—that's all!" Akane yelped in her defense. "And only when I was in desperate need of inspiration."

If Ken were a dog, he would be foaming at the mouth now as he growled, "That's it, young lady! You're grounded for two weeks, and as long as you're under my roof, no more story-writing for you, understand?"

That wounded Akane deeply. No more writing, ever? She was about to stand up for her rights as an author, but the enraged look in her father's face drained away all the courage she had left.

"All right," she conceded miserably.

"Good!" He stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him, which made Akane wince.

Seconds later, he opened the door and popped his red-faced head back in. "But let's not tell your mother about this, okay?"

Not wanting to draw anymore of her father's wrath, she quickly nodded and waited for him to shut the door before returning to her thoughts.

"…as long as you're under my roof, no more story-writing for you, understand?"

She rested her head in both her hands. "No more story-writing as long as I'm under his roof…?" she murmured.

Suddenly, Akane sat up, a light bulb going off over her head. "But what if I'm not under his roof?" Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out a black, floppy disk.

Akane chuckled to herself. She wasn't the daughter of the former genius Digimon Emperor for nothing.


G: Uh…ok…
Gwen: Gaia, is this another of your spur of the moment ideas?
Gaia: ^_^ Gee, how'd you guess?
G: *groans* You know what this means…
Gwen: Yeah, we have to work on both this and "There's No Rest for the Wicked."
G: Not only that, we might not see the next part of this any time soon.
Gaia: Hey, you don't think I'd leave my readers high and dry like that, do you?
Gwen: Well…
G: Do the words, "I wouldn't put it past you" mean anything to you?
Gaia: Not really.
G: Figures.