U/N: Sooo... I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here. I wanted to write this type of story for a while, but a bunch of ideas were running around, and I guess this is what happened. I stuck with third person to get a feel of different writing styles, so let me know if that works people who may potentially review this.

It isn't edited. I just wrote it... so the honorifics or whatever they may be called are likely off a little, and the first person-third person may slip a little, let me know if you spot anything so I can tweak it. I just wanted to try third person.

The story was basically formed from the idea that I wanted to do something that involved Miyako since she seems to be my favourite character, though I can't be sure really... it keeps changing.

Anyway, I hope you like it and review—and yes, I do realize that it's very cliché high school drama type thing, but I was thinking of pulling in different types of high school cliché drama stuff with each different character (Not sure if I'm doing all twelve, I know they'll all be there—heck they're almost all in this chapter—but so far I know I'm doing Miyako, Koushiro, Takeru and Taichi. I don't know yet about the others.) Like I was saying though—review :D (Specifically about things like description... that's I think where I'm lacking the most in writing...)

And... Sorry about the general name—can't think of one xD

Title:Digimon Adventure ~Negative 01~

By: Urazamay King

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.

Chapter 1: Promises You Don't Intend to Keep

Miyako Inoue stared at her reflection in the foggy mirror as she wrapped the damp white towel around her long thick violet curls. She ran wiped the mirror clean half-heartedly and barred her teeth into the mirror. She had been running late today so she'd stuffed a pop tart down and hurried into the shower. Her teeth were clean, but she figured that she would rather be late than unsanitary, so she picked up her tooth brush and hurriedly uncapped the toothpaste, only to have it slip from her wet fingers in her haste.

She groaned but decided that she didn't care about that cap. She never much liked it anyway.

After a few minutes her teeth were brushed and her hair was as dry as it was going to get, so she threw on a the gaudy green school uniform she had been forced to wear.

She rushed from the bathroom, a hairbrush in hand, pulling through the rough tangles of hair as she ran into her bedroom. She scanned the room for a bandana to throw over her hair, but was unsuccessful. Using her sixth sense she knew it was going to be a bad hair day. Because every day was a bad hair day. So she knew she needed something.

She crept out of her bedroom and slid her stocking feet across the firm wooden floor and slipped into the one across the hall, poking her head in first to ensure that her older sister Chiziru was still asleep. She didn't expect much else. It was a school day, so she knew Chiziru would 'accidentally' sleep until three o'clock.

The room was a mess, as always, but it was better that way. She'd never notice that one of her hats was missing. As Chiziru breathed heavily and loudly, her face squashed against her pillow, Miyako searched her room, throwing aside dirty clothes that smelled like they hadn't been washed in months. Finally she found a hat. It wasn't her favourite, and it clashed with her uniform, but it would do. She slapped the beret onto her head and then, as quietly as she could, exited her sister's bedroom.

The moment the door clicked shut she moved almost in a panic as she tore down the wooden stairs two at a time, holding the railing tightly. She was at the front door a second later, slipping a pair of shoes over her socks and her bag over her shoulder.

"Miyako?" It was her mother, speaking from the source of the smell of cookies. "Could you remember to get the mail on your way in from school?"

"Yeah, sure!" She called back. "I gotta go though! Bye Mom! Love you!"

She was sure her mother had said that she loved her back, but she'd slammed the door shut, and rushed through the carpeted hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator where a short elderly woman was slowly working her way on. Miyako waited impatiently, having only the faint hum of the elevator music to tide her over. Eventually though she managed to get into the elevator and watch the silver doors close.

It was the same thing every morning. A simple routine. Get in the elevator, click the round number one button, and then rush off to school to sit there all day, and then come home and do homework.

It seemed rather ludicrous to Miyako, but she knew that if she questioned the system too much she'd just end up like Chiziru. A very smart girl who just so happened to enjoy doing nothing. All day. Every day. An empty shell of what could have been, a sad reminder that life could have been better. But a helpful lesson for Miyako nonetheless.

Soon Miayko was walking along the wet sidewalk at a quick pace, cutting through the damp, foggy spring air. The air itself smelled like flowers and rain, but there was a strange smell coming from the local car repair shop. As always.

Kana, Miyako's best friend spread a rumour about Minoru-San and how he and his son would hide away in the basement and do some heavy, dangerous drugs. The police had investigated them on more than one occasion because the rumours had grown so out of hand, but they'd never been caught.

About halfway to school, a pink shingled house sat on a corner with a colourful picket fence lining the yard. There were many exotic animals living in the house, ranging from colourful birds to dangerous snakes. The family who lived there had come to be known as the town-joke. Miyako felt sorry for them, and refused to make fun of them with her friends, but she secretly agreed.

There was something weird about that family. Miyako never saw anything but a very bright, friendly smile on the woman's face, and even know, she was out and about, watering her colourful flowers with her pet goat wandering about around her. The man of the house was a very gruff looking man, but he too wore a smile on most occasions. It was the son that was really out of place. Miyako knew him from school, and had never, not once seen a smile on his face.

She wondered vaguely what his name was. She had heard it before on occasion, as her friends would speak of him in such an unsightly way... but she couldn't quite place it. He was in the computer club with her though, for the two days she had stayed signed up. Her new friends told her immediately that it was very 'un-cool' to be in the computer club. She missed it though. She had been in the computer club in her last school, and no one ever told her it wasn't cool—though no one really talked to her either.

Her only friend had been a younger boy named Iori. He lived a few doors down from her in the apartment building, and he'd tried to hang out every now and then, but Kana and the others told her very pointedly that he wasn't a very cool kid. Being cool had many rules, and Miyako had never been very good at following them.

She came back to her senses just as she had been about to walk through the 'Dark-Alley'. That's what the neighbourhood kids had dubbed it. The walls were roughly six feet high, made of stone that had been spray painted so many times, with so many profanities overlapping one another that it had become entirely illegible. There were trees lining the wall on the other side, each of them dead from the toxic fumes and whatever else was in the air, leaving only dry, brittle branches to hang over the wall like claws.

Down the alley was where a group of kids known as the 'Gang of six' the 'kids-with-no-future' the 'GangStars' or more commonly, 'Hooligans'. They weren't people that anyone would want to mix with. Well, apparently. Miyako had never met, or even seen any of them. She'd heard them once passing by in the dark street outside her home at night, but that was it.

She realized she was staring when her attention was caught by her schoolbag slipping down her arm. She caught it before it fell into a puddle and then hurried off toward the school.

It wasn't long until she was throwing open the peeling blue doors of the high school, and stepping onto the rug in the door where she stomped off any leftover mud. As one would usually do with such a mat.

She noticed there was a red haired boy setting up a table in the middle of the lobby. He was piling flyers that Miyako didn't have time to look at, but there was a sign hanging from the table that read 'save school clubs'. She wasn't part of any school clubs, so she didn't know anything about whatever issue was rising, nor did she care. She was late for class. Again.

She ran along the stained tiled floor of the school, rushing through the twists and turns of the hallways until finally she was standing in front of her classroom door.

She swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in her throat as she reached for the metal door knob. Finally she sighed and pushed the door open, wincing instantly as she felt the piercing eyes of all of the students snap directly in her direction, desperate for something—anything—more interesting than the work they'd been assigned.

Akimoto-Sensei turned sharply from his place by the chalkboard, only to let his brows furrow, and his eyes to narrow, forming the most vicious of glares. Miyako knew from experience that he wouldn't say anything until the end of the class, so she walked slowly to her seat, feeling all eyes watching her all the way as she walked through the desks to the back of the classroom where Kana sat, a wicked grin plastered across her face as her blonde hair was held tightly back into a very neat bun.

Miyako sat down as quietly as she could next to Kana as she leaned across the aisle and whispered nearly inaudibly, "Are you ever on time?" Miyako shook her head in reply with a small smile, hoping to avoid any conversation to prevent any further conflict with the teacher, but Kana quickly added "Nice hat." Before retracting into her seat where she continued scribbling through her notebook, copying down the work on the board like the rest of the class.

Miyako followed suit instantly, and actually managed to work solidly for about ten minutes until she started to lose focus.

How am I supposed to keep focus with him sitting right there? Miyako thought to herself as she watched the boy in the front row. His skin was tanned, his mouth was formed into a goofy grin, even then, when nothing funny was happening. His dark, chocolate brown eyes were staring out the window to the foggy soccer field. Was that all he ever thought about? Soccer?

"Motomiya-Kun!" Akimoto-Sensei shot loudly, dropping a large text book onto his desk. "You can play outside during lunch time, but during my class time I expect your full attention."

"Yes sir." He said in his smooth, velvety voice as he adjusted the popped collar on his school uniform. He turned back to the board and then searched aimlessly for his pencil. He shrugged the mystery off and settled with staring out the window once more. He had caught the eye of Akimoto-Sensei but was saved by the bell as it rang loudly through the classroom.

Everyone around me stood and gathered their things before heading off to their next classes. Daisuke lingered a little longer than the others as he lazily scooped his things into his arms and headed out of the classroom.

"You should watch where you stare." Kana pointed out with a sharp hiss to her voice, "He's going to catch you one day." There was a strange knowing look in the way Kana was staring at Miyako, and it made her feel uneasy.

She felt my face turn red instantly as I looked away, closing my notebook. "I-I don't know what you're talking about..." She said quietly. She could tell her lie was feeble, but she stuck to it anyhow, unwilling to let Kana know another one of her secrets. Not after what happened last time.

"If you say so." She said, her eyebrows raising. "I'll see you at lunch. See you Miyako." She headed to the door, but shouted a quick, "Good luck!" Over her shoulder before leaving.

I turned to see Akimoto-Sensei staring straight at me. "Miyako..." He sighed, "How many times do we have to do this?"

"At least once more?" Miyako tried, but he didn't see any humour in her statement, nor did she. He shook his head and sat down in his chair slowly, creating a long and awkward pause before slowly glancing up at her through his thick glasses.

"Unfortunately, due to lack of school budget, there is no one to watch over Detention," He explained finally in his airy voice. He straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair the way he did when he was thinking of the solution to something. Finally he nodded, "We will be having a new student join us tomorrow, I'd appreciate if you could show him around."

"That's my punishment?" Miyako asked, both confused and relived. "Is he cute?" His face dropped suddenly and Miyako's turned bright red. "I'm sorry!" she assured him.

"Just see to it that this boy doesn't get lost on his first day." Akimoto-Senpai said firmly before motioning for me to leave the classroom. "Now hurry along. I don't want you to be late for your next class as well. We only have so many new students." Miyako laughed at his joke and politely let herself out of the classroom, hurrying off to her next class.

She wasn't late for the next class, but she also paid very little attention. They were nearing the end of the semester, and before the review for the final examination the class each had to make a presentation about a historical event of their choice.

The teacher's pet had gone that day, talking about a war that had happened in the early twentieth Century which thoroughly uninterested Miyako.

"Thank you Hikari!" Was all the instructor managed to say before the bell rang. She had talked all class. The whole time. Miyako rolled her eyes and threw her things into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder and stalking out of the classroom. "Miyako!" She heard the teacher call for her, but she knew she would only be asked if her presentation was ready for the following week. Which it wasn't. She'd get it done though.

Soon enough she was standing in the lobby of the school where she and Kana met up every day. In the center of the room that boy was still standing by his table, holding the flyers out to try to hand them to random students. Miyako glanced quickly for Kana, and when she didn't see her she strode through the throng of students to stand at the table.

"Hello!" She said, catching the boy's attention.

"Hey!" He said brightly, turning toward her, only to have his face fall suddenly. "Oh. It's you."

Miyako shook that off as him just having a bad day. She held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Miyako Inoue."

"I know who you are." The boy said sharply. "You joined the computer club for a couple of days. A bunch of kids joined because there was a girl there... A 'real live girl' as they had called you." He used his fingers to illustrate his quotations, "And then you quit. And so did all of the others. You ruined the Computer Club."

Miyako let her hand fall as his gaze bore through it. "I didn't know." She said quietly, "I'm so sorry."

"No you're not." He said, "You're just like everyone else at this school. You follow what they tell you. You're a sheep. And here comes your shepherd now." He pointed down the hallway and Miyako followed his pale, boney finger and let her eyes fall upon Kana who was strutting through the hallways blowing kisses at random boys. "You'd best get back to the barn. You wouldn't want her to set the dogs after you."

Miyako wasn't sure how to respond to the boy just yet, so instead she grabbed one of the flyers off of the table and left him there to try desperately to catch the attention of the other students. Why was it that every time she tried to do something nice someone always got mad at her?

She read over the paper in her hands and smiled.

"Please help save the clubs here at school,

Or we'll all be stuck in this hell,

With these clubs we could play pool,

Or sit in a circle, our problems we'll tell,

We could play on computers with such joyful pride

Ripping off Zombie's heads just for fun.

Looking at maps and traveling worldwide,

Basking under the New York sun.

But if you don't help save a school club,

We'll lose everything this school has to offer,

We'll all be as interesting as a garden shrub.

Except the athletes because this school is prejudice.

—Come see me, Koushiro Izumi, outside the students council office tomorrow morning before school if you want to save our school. "

Miyako quickly shoved the flyer into her bag as Kana walked up to her with a smile, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. She really was pretty, but Miyako couldn't see why every guy would always stare at her as she walked by. She'd been told many different rumours about Kana, but she didn't trust a single one of them. Except the one that said Kana had tried to sleep with their math teacher. That one was true, and she got him fired.

Miyako supposed that Kana just had a reputation. She knew she'd never done anything promiscuous, but it seemed that every boy thought she had, and she seemed to bask in that glory.

"Ready to go?" Kana asked.

"Go?" Miyako asked. "Where?"

"Outside silly." Kana said with a grin. "We're going to go watch the soccer practice!" Miyako's face fell but there was no time to argue or question her, as Kana had wrapped her hand around Miyako's wrist and started dragging her out the front door. The door smashed open and crashed against one of the hand rails outside, knocking it over. "God this school is a dump." Kana grunted.

Miyako wanted to defend the school, but Kana was right. The school was a dump. The paint was peeling, the entire upper floor's electricity rarely turned on for a full day, and most of the toilets were permanently clogged. So many students had transferred schools that more often then not, each class had a split grade, each of Miyako's classes was shared with students from the grade below her. Including Daisuke—but he was only two months younger than her, so it was actually okay. The only thing that worked in the school was the athletic system. There were always a new supply of equipment, their showers worked fine—it seemed like every last bit of energy that had once gone into keeping the school afloat had gone straight into the athletic department.

Kana and Miyako left the broken hand rail laying in the damp grass, and hurried around the corner of the school, and toward the bleachers. There was no one on the field yet, but there was a group of mean looking girls sitting all along the front row of the bleachers themselves. They were the school's cheerleading squad which was evident due to their flawless complexions, their hair all pulled back into a ponytail and their need to move in a group.

Soon enough the boys soccer team had run onto the field. It seemed unfair that they got the afternoon off just to play soccer, but just like everything else in the school, it tipped in the athletics favour.

"WHOO!" The cheerleaders exploded into applaud and screams. A few of them even jumped out of their seat and performed messy, uncoordinated routines for fun. Only one of them sat quiet, her lips pursed, her legs crossed and her hands folded over top of them. She was wearing a short denim skirt, and a thin tank top with a letterman jacket that was far too big for her overtop of it.

Miyako turned to Kana who made a small squeaking sound. "I love her so much!"

"You'd better watch yourself." Miyako said with a roll of her eyes. "You're drooling."

Kana ignored her and stared toward the brunette girl who, upon closer examination had one pink streak in the front of her hair.

"Who is it?" Miyako asked. She'd never been much interested in anyone in the school besides Kana and Daisuke. Today she had already spoken to one other person. She was off to a good start today, though she didn't want to push her luck. Especially since it was already running thin. That one conversation hadn't gone so well in her favour.

"That's Mimi Tachikawa." Kana said as if it were obvious, which it probably was. "She's the most popular girl in school! She has been ever since she set foot in here two and a half years ago. She was cheerleading captain in her first year. That next to almost never happens!" Kana was squealing like a preteen girl raving about their favourite boy band. "I want to be her."

Miyako rolled her eyes once more. "You can do better."

"No!" Kana slapped Miyako's shoulder, "There is no one better than Mimi Tachikawa! And don't you forget it—Ohh look there he is!" Miyako turned quickly to the field and saw that Kana wasn't lying for once. Daisuke was passing the ball back and forth with another player as they warmed up. He was wearing his jersey which had a large white number fourteen emblazoned on the front, but Miyako knew it should have read number one. He was so talented, kicking the ball back and forth... she wondered if he was also good at the game itself.

"So why were you talking to Captain Dorkula?" Kana asked. "In the lobby? I thought I told you the day we met not to disobey me."

Miyako nodded slowly and shrunk down in her seat. "I'm sorry." She said.

"I'll forgive you if you promise never to do it again." Kana said.

"I promise." Miyako nodded. She couldn't afford to have Kana not forgive her. She was her only friend.

"Good." Kana nodded. "But why were you talking to him?" She seemed genuinely curious, which was new for her, so Miyako straightened her back and actually decided to tell her something for once.

"He wants to save the school clubs and fix the wrong that was made with the athletics program." Miyako told her simply. "It's really a good idea, I just wonder what he's planning."

"You'll not help him." Kana said firmly. "Promise me you won't help him or talk to him. Athletics is our life Miyako. We need the money to be in their pockets."

"We've never been to a sporting match." Miyako pointed out, sure that Kana was just afraid of upsetting the balance. She couldn't tip the scale or Mimi Tachikawa would fall off the top of the pyramid, and that couldn't happen.

"I promise." Miyako found herself saying again. Why did she make so many promises to her friend when she didn't even understand them? It didn't matter much to her though because she'd gotten her wish. Today was different than most days, and she spent a full hour watching Daisuke play soccer—and he really was good. Eventually it was time for class again and the two girls finished up their lunch and hurried down the steps of the bleachers.

"Hold on!"

They were stopped by one of the cheerleaders who tapped Kana on the shoulders. "Your name is Kana Hinada right?" The blonde girl asked. Kana nodded, her mouth hanging open. The cheerleader smiled and nodded, "I like your hair."

"Thanks!" Kana gasped with delight. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of Miyako's head and her glasses flew off of her face, landing in the grass next to a rolling soccer ball.

Miyako snatched her glasses up and put them back on her face before picking up the soccer ball.

"Pass the ball!" Someone said behind her.

"Watch where you're kicking this thing." Miyako said harshly as she turned around and heaved the ball through the air toward the tanned boy who was standing in front of her. She froze as he caught the ball.

"I'm sorry... Miko, isn't it?" He asked.

"Miyako..." She corrected.

"Sorry Miyako," He said with a smile before backing up with a spring to his step, and then turning back to the game.

"He knows my name..." Miyako said under her breath, unable to keep the excitement to herself.

"Because you just told him." Kana said, rather unimpressed with her friend's display of total 'un-coolness'. "Just promise me you'll play it cool." Kana said, "The cheerleaders just complimented me—I think they want us in their group. So I'll just have to get together with a jock, and get a facial—and then BAM! We're one of them." Miyako was certain against all odds that the cheerleaders did not want her, just Kana. Which meant she'd be losing her only friend... "Just make sure you don't do anything to ruin my reputation. Just think about what Miyako would do, and then do the opposite."

Miyako bit her bottom lip to avoid a mean response, too afraid to spark up an argument between her and her only link to sanity, but she was mad with Kana for the rest of the day, not that Kana noticed at all. But it was because of this anger that she made a very daring decision on the walk home from school.

Kana had gotten in her mother's expensive car and bid farewell to Miyako, leaving her to walk home alone. She walked in complete silence until she reached the very colourful, animal friendly house of Koushiro Izumi.

He was outside in the backyard talking to his mother. He caught sight of her and the two stared at one another, eyes locked onto each other. Finally Koushiro gave up, and walked toward the fence-line where Miyako was waiting for him. She wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but words began to pour out of her mouth.

"I want to come to your protest." She said quickly. His face suddenly turned into a smile, but it fell just as quickly.

"You'll just ditch me like you did the Computer Club." He said.

"I promise you." She said. "I will be at your protest tomorrow morning."

And then his face had lit up again. Miyako had made two very different promises, and suddenly... she wasn't sure exactly which one she planned on keeping...