~-Daisuke-~
~-Kinari Ichijouji-~
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. yada ya. I am making no money whatsoever from this story. yackity-shmackity. Don't sue because I warned you.
Prologue
Daisuke rolled out of bed early that morning. As usual, he grabbed his fine golden framed glasses and rested them in his spikes. He had switched to glasses about a month ago because he felt they gave him a more sophisticated, yet more innocent look. And he was far from innocent.
He dug through his closet, trying to find his best shirt for today. Today, was Hikari Yagami's birthday, and he felt he had the best present she would ever receive. He settled on a deep blue button up shirt, left unbuttoned on top of his grey sweater. He slipped into a pair of baggy blue jeans and slid the glasses down over his eyes. Just like his former ways, he went into the bathroom to make sure that his hair was still somewhat spiky. That was part of his attractiveness.
Almost instinctively, he ran down the stairs, three at a time and cracked an egg into the frying pan on the stove.
Unlike Daisuke, Takeru slept in that morning. Ever since he became a member of "Sayonara Organization" he hadn't cared much for his looks, or for girls. If he messed up while on a mission. He wouldn't need to worry about girls or what he looked like for too much longer. He yawned and propped himself up against the headboard at lunchtime.
He quickly pulled a rolling bedside table over towards the bed and picked up a small dialer. A small hologram appeared and he quickly muttered, "The plan goes into action in two hours. The diamond will be ours."
The hologram disappeared and Takeru pulled on the typical black shirt, black pants and black. gloves?!? How could gloves be considered typical?!? He must be up to something.
He slid a dark pair of sunglasses over his pale skin and left the apartment, which he called home.
Daisuke barreled up to his room and picked up the small velvet case that held the gift he had bought for Hikari. He knew Hikari loved him. Ever since the digital world. five years ago. Her love for Takeru dimmed as he began to spend less time with the group. and now, hardly any.
He ran down to the large door and swung it open. Almost running into the garage, he lifted the door just in time. He looked over his sparkling silver beamer, a gift for his sixteenth birthday, before climbing into it. As he sped onto the freeway, he checked the ring again.
Three jewels encrested on a fine gold band. The perfect gift. A large red jewel, which Daisuke assumed was a ruby and two smaller blue ones on either side, which he assumed were sapphires. If anything, this would be the best gift ever. As long as it got to Hikari.
BTW: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE WHEN THE DIGIDESTINED ARE THE FOLLOWING AGES
DAISUKE: 18
TAKERU: 18
HIKARI: 18
MIYAKO: 19
IORI: 15
KEN: 18
TAICHI: 21
YAMATO: 21
KOUSHIROU: 21
JYOU: 23
MIMI: 21
SORA: 21
~-Kinari Ichijouji-~
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. yada ya. I am making no money whatsoever from this story. yackity-shmackity. Don't sue because I warned you.
Prologue
Daisuke rolled out of bed early that morning. As usual, he grabbed his fine golden framed glasses and rested them in his spikes. He had switched to glasses about a month ago because he felt they gave him a more sophisticated, yet more innocent look. And he was far from innocent.
He dug through his closet, trying to find his best shirt for today. Today, was Hikari Yagami's birthday, and he felt he had the best present she would ever receive. He settled on a deep blue button up shirt, left unbuttoned on top of his grey sweater. He slipped into a pair of baggy blue jeans and slid the glasses down over his eyes. Just like his former ways, he went into the bathroom to make sure that his hair was still somewhat spiky. That was part of his attractiveness.
Almost instinctively, he ran down the stairs, three at a time and cracked an egg into the frying pan on the stove.
Unlike Daisuke, Takeru slept in that morning. Ever since he became a member of "Sayonara Organization" he hadn't cared much for his looks, or for girls. If he messed up while on a mission. He wouldn't need to worry about girls or what he looked like for too much longer. He yawned and propped himself up against the headboard at lunchtime.
He quickly pulled a rolling bedside table over towards the bed and picked up a small dialer. A small hologram appeared and he quickly muttered, "The plan goes into action in two hours. The diamond will be ours."
The hologram disappeared and Takeru pulled on the typical black shirt, black pants and black. gloves?!? How could gloves be considered typical?!? He must be up to something.
He slid a dark pair of sunglasses over his pale skin and left the apartment, which he called home.
Daisuke barreled up to his room and picked up the small velvet case that held the gift he had bought for Hikari. He knew Hikari loved him. Ever since the digital world. five years ago. Her love for Takeru dimmed as he began to spend less time with the group. and now, hardly any.
He ran down to the large door and swung it open. Almost running into the garage, he lifted the door just in time. He looked over his sparkling silver beamer, a gift for his sixteenth birthday, before climbing into it. As he sped onto the freeway, he checked the ring again.
Three jewels encrested on a fine gold band. The perfect gift. A large red jewel, which Daisuke assumed was a ruby and two smaller blue ones on either side, which he assumed were sapphires. If anything, this would be the best gift ever. As long as it got to Hikari.
BTW: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE WHEN THE DIGIDESTINED ARE THE FOLLOWING AGES
DAISUKE: 18
TAKERU: 18
HIKARI: 18
MIYAKO: 19
IORI: 15
KEN: 18
TAICHI: 21
YAMATO: 21
KOUSHIROU: 21
JYOU: 23
MIMI: 21
SORA: 21