First Chapter
Djali whistled as she cleaned up downstairs. Kazuo was sleeping, as usual with his girlfriend's son, Kenny Osamu sleeping on his stomach. Djali thought she heard audible snores from the room upstairs.
They had just moved out of their apartment, into a large room over Djali's café. She had cleaned up the café a bit, leaving the potheads and their marijuana outside. Sure, she still had a fine variety of liquors, but she began to card people, a method that she learned about over in America. The green haired maiden knew she couldn't have fixed up her place without much help from –
"Ooooo! He's soo cute! Can I have your autograph???"
"No! Leave me alone!"
"Can you sign my shirt??"
"All of you! Leave me!"
"PLEAAAASSSEEEEE!!!!!!"
"I'll get a restraining order!"
"Ooo! That's so mature!"
"Aahh! Leave!"
"Please –"
"Damn you! No!"
"I love it when you're mad..."
"AH! STOP-RIGHT-NOW!!"
"I'm in love with you!"
"I'LL BEAT YOU IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH MY SOCCER GEAR!!"
"Now, you wouldn't do that..."
"File a case for harassment, I will!"
"But that's what Tony Vincent said to me!"
"LEAVE!!"
Djali watched in amusement as Ken Ichijouji managed to sprint away from about five girls, all at least two years older than him. The blue haired boy was experiencing ragged breathing as he opened the door, bolted it, and pressed his back against it to prevent possible entry.
"Djali, these psycho-fangirls will be the death of me! Osamu had it lucky!" Ken said, ending with a smile between sadness, fear, sarcasm, and mixed joy.
"Don't worry, it's been a slow day; no-one else will bother you."
"Do you need any help around here?"
"Nah, I just was dusting..."
"Are you sure no-one will come?"
"Possibly just some friends of mine."
"Whadda you think we should do to kill time?"
"Simple. BlackJack21."
"How do you play?"
"It's fairly simple, basically luck."
Simple. Apparently, as luck would have it, Ken Ichijouji was losing, and he began to regret letting Djali deal. Dealer always wins, he thought bitterly.
"I say we raise the stakes a bit..."
"Djali, I'm losing..."
"Every time you lose I get to put one of my pretty little lavender beaded bobby pins in your hair. When you win, I'll turn every round into a month that you get to help K. Osamu with soccer, and the little 'Rocket' that I have with me."
Ken thought for a moment.
"But, it still sounds like your winning, and I would love to teach Sakura and Sam how to play soccer..."
"You're not up to the challenge?"
"What challenge? How about we play Poker?"
"Can I still put the bobby pins in you're hair?"
".... Well... yes."
"Okay! Poker it is!"
After many rounds and lavender bobby pins later, Djali was beginning to lose.
"Dammit! I loved Poker too!"
"You're just not up to the challenge..."
"Dussel..." she muttered.
"Hey, I know Deutsche too..."
"My father taught me."
"Internet."
"That too."
More rounds later....
"Djali, how do you impress a girl?"
Djali thought for a moment, but then Kazuo appeared, with Ken Osamu, asleep in his arms, yet again.
"Complement her – constantly! Tell her she has nice hair, beautiful eyes, tell her she's pretty –"
"And, my love, did you tell that to all the girls or just me?"
"Ali, only the pretty ones."
"Am I not the most beautiful?"
"You are truly!"
Ken coughed loudly.
"So, is that what I am to say to her?"
"Ja!"
Ichijouji took the younger Ken off of Kazo's arm and held him, gently, like a brother would. Like 'Samu would.
Broadwaypoetess: Don't own Digimon, if I did, Osamu would like being next to me.
Sam: Damn you, American fan!
Broadwaypoetess: See, he's single; Ken isn't.
Ken: I like being with Yolei...
Broadwaypoetess: As do I like Kenyakos...
(Tony Vincent enters)
Tony: Why do you torture me?
Broadwaypoetess: I do what now?
Tony: I'm in this; you don't own me! I'm a living breathing person – and you're warping my life!
Broadwaypoetess: No, I'm not. Fanfic readers, I don't own Tony, if I did, he'd be very very happy!
Tony: No, I WOULD NOT!!
Broadwaypoetess: *gasps* Double negative! You love me!
(Kaiser enters)
Kaiser: At least you're over the Ichijouji obsession...
Broadwaypoetess: Who says I am? *sits on the Kaiser's lap*
Kaiser: Off! Off – you cow!
Broadwaypoetess: You say that now, sweetie, but believe me...
(Kaiser pushes her off)
Broadwaypoetess: Hey, Osamu...
(Ichijouji Osamu runs off this fanfic)
Broadwaypoetess: Well, you weren't gonna be in this one anyway! *sits back on the Kaiser's lap*
Kaiser: Off, woman! *pushes her again*
Broadwaypoetess: Hey Tony....
Tony: Stop! Don't tell anyone about me ever again!
Broadwaypoetess: Not even your website...? *whispers* http://www.tonyvincent.com
Tony: Especially my website! Women stalking me all the time... ugly ones at that!
Broadwaypoetess: Are you implying that I'm ugly?!
Tony: No. Nononononono... yes.
(Broadwaypoetess screams and lunges at Tony with a baseball bat. Tony leaps out of the way and leaves the fic. Broadwaypoetess looks around and sits back on the Kaiser's lap. Before the Kaiser can shout, Broadwaypoetess slips him a drink with a horse tranquilizer already inside. The Kaiser looks dazed and falls off the couch.)
Broadwaypoetess: Uhmn... I'll just set you down in my room...
Kaiser: Okey Dokey...
Broadwaypoetess: I'll write again. Oh yeah, don't own Tony's site, don't own horse tranquilizers...
(Side note by B'waypoetess. A great Ken site would be http://www.geocities.com/enigmaichijouji/Ken.html ! Why? Just because! This is not an EmShatas/B'waypoetess owned site, it's simply a great Ichijouji Ken site. (The author is a Kenyako supporter! Whee!) Go on the site!)
Broadwaypoetess: I don't own the right to advertise, either.
Ken: Why do you think my hair is blue?
Broadwaypoetess: I think you look cute with blue hair – and didn't the Kaiser have blue hair?
Ken: I wouldn't know...
Broadwaypoetess: Well, I like saying you have blue hair!
Ken: But, it's black.
Broadwaypoetess: Bluish tint! I also don't own the rights to Ken's hair...
Ken: Damn straight!