Sunflowers: Hey, hey, hey! DEAFiant is BACK!

Matt: (devoid of all enthusiasm) woohoo.

T.K.: (cute as ever) Matt, don't rain on her parade. She's exited about this.

Matt: Why should I be? I'M NOT IN IT!

Sunflowers: Come on Matt, you'll like this one. Disclaimer T.K.!

T.K.: Sunflowers does NOT own Digimon. If she did, Kari and I would have gotten married and kissed at the end of episode 13. She'd also have used the money earned to replace the TV she broke after seeing that episode. Something about a shoe and a girl screaming "KISS HER YOU FOOL!" (Raises eyebrows at the author)

Sunflowers: (pointedly looks away) In case any of you have forgotten;

"yadayada" is talking

"yadayada" is sign language

Yadayada is writing but you won't really see that much of it this time

ANYways, read on!

FICTIME!FICTIME! FICTIME!FICTIME! FICTIME!FICTIME! FICTIME!FICTIME! FICTIME!FICTIME!

Chapter 1:

Princess Akesato clutched onto the arm of her love, the great warrior Yuma. Tears were flowing down her lovely face.

"My brave samurai, please throw not your life away so freely. For if your body should decay, suffer the same fate, my heart shall."

Her brown haired champion took both her hands in his and said; "If my life were mine to give, sweet princess, I would think not twice of heeding your words. But, as one of your lord and father's army, every breath is forfeit to his will. I am bond by blood and honor, dear hime(1), the choice is not mine to make. But always remember that, with every beat this most unworthy heart makes flows more and more love for the most beautiful maiden the sun had ever shone on. I loved you yesterday, I love you more today, I shall love you even more tomorrow and for every tomorrow till the very sea goes dry."

And with that, he kissed her for the last time.

………………………………………Kari's Point Of View ………………………………………………

I wish that Davis wouldn't eat sardine sandwiches. Or that he would at least buy a chapstick.

It was very hard to concentrate on my role when Davis was slobbering on my lips. But, being an actress, I held my breath and pretended it was someone less gruesome. Freddy Krueger maybe?

The spotlight finally dimmed and I rushed off stage so the scenery could be changed. I saw T.K. come backstage, struggling to lift a large back-round by himself.

I hurried towards him, trying not to trip over them hem of Princess Akesato's kimono. I grabbed one side of the back-round T.K. was carrying and lifted. No wonder he was struggling, it was heavy. He smiled at me, relieved, and led the way to where the other props here placed.

I adjusted my hold on the heavy decoration and looked at it properly, smiling. It was a beautiful piece with snow-capped mountains and frost covered fir trees. It was the same back-round I had seen T.K. paint the first day I moved here, in November. A whole string of events followed, ended by the best Christmas of my life. It was now June and the last night of our performance 'The Winds of Change' (1). After this; summer!

T.K. and I finally set down our burden. T.K. brushed his honey-blond hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind his ears, unknowingly making his hearing aids visible.

T.K. was born deaf. His hearing aids only enhance enough sound for him to have 10 of normal hearing. In other words, he can only hear REALLY loud noises. I don't mind though. Deaf or not, T.K.'s the sweetest, funniest, most talented person I've ever met, besides being a real hottie. We've been together for over six months and I'm only getting happier.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the said boy tapping my shoulder.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready? The last scene will start soon." He signed. I nodded at him.

"Yeah, I'd better go." I headed over to the make-up department. Partly because I needed a touch up, partly because Davis was coming backstage. I really didn't want to deal with him.

Mimi, who is mine and T.K.'s friend, pulled out her mascara wand and started working on my lashes. Stage make-up has to be caked on and exaggerated, or else no one in the audience could see its effect. Mimi hurried and finished my eyes all of five seconds before I was due onstage. The final act. I took a deep breath.

Showtime.

…………………………………………… (The Wind's of Change's POV) ………………………………………………...

The battle was won. The war was over, but not a single smile graced anyone's face, for the great warrior had fallen.

Minagawa Yuma had been wounded by swords, axes and been shot by three arrows, one of which remained embedded in his shoulder. And he, despite Death itself dragging his movements, managed to behead the evil general Shan Yu before finally falling.

Yuma the Brave defended his country to the end.

His body, at that moment, was being bathed with tears from his Princess. Rivers of salty sorrow streamed down her cheeks. It took many men to drag her from her beloved's corpse, the grieving girl screaming for her samurai.

When she did break free, she ran to his side and picked up his sword. The katana felt incredibly heavy in her delicate hands. She grasped the handle, turned it and plunged the blade into her body. She collapsed onto her dead lover and her soul joined his for eternity.

………………………………………………. (Kari's POV) ………………………………………………………….

I stayed collapsed over Davis until the music keyed up, signaling that the play was over. The auditorium was echoing with thunderous applause. I love being onstage.

We, me and the rest of the cast, took our bows, as did the crew from backstage. I couldn't help but wish that T.K. could hear the audience cheer. They were screaming for the crew as much as the actors. But I saw the smile on his face and could've sworn that he did hear them. Maybe seeing it was enough.

After everything was put away (And I was wearing contemporary clothing) I took T.K.'s hand and we stepped down to the floor.

The second I got offstage, a six-foot-one blur, seven feet if you include the hair, launched itself at me at hugged me so hard I thought I'd pop. It was, of course, my brother Tai. After Christmas, he finished his semester and decided to spend the summer with us. At that moment, however, Tai was… crying? What the-

"Kari! That was beautiful! 'Till the sea goes dry!' Oh! Why did they have to die! Does the playwrite have no heart?" He said, sobbing. Whoa, never pictured this. Tai always seemed to be a 'Borat' and 'Rambo' kind of guy. Who'd have thunk it?

Sora, my brother's date, looked at me and said; "Tai, it's a tragedy. Of course they have to die. He's been like this since the curtain opened."

My mom clapped her hands together. "I know just what'll lighten him up! I made cabbage cobbler for dessert!" Tai abruptly stopped crying, his sorrow replaced by nausea.

Mom didn't notice though; "For supper, I wanted to make peanut butter-yam-and-chicken lasagna, but I ran out of noodles." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "So I used ham slices! It should really set off the flavour of the feta-cheese."

Before she could continue, T.K. pressed his ever handy notebook into her hands. She read it and looked very disappointed.

"Oh, I see. Kari, you should have told me that you and the other prop hands were going out for pizza." 'What?' I thought. 'T.K. and I are the only prop peopl… oh I see.' T.K. had just saved both my life and stomach. Trying not to look like the story was news to me, I nodded.

"Don't be sad mom, this just means there's more for Tai!" The said older brother looked at me, horrified. My mother smiled.

"That's right sweetie! Tai loves my lasagna!"

They turned to walk away before my dad stopped and said; "Oh! Kari, don't forget to keep tomorrow free, Tai's friend's coming in."

I had forgotten about Tai's roommate. The guy was supposed to spend the summer with us seeing as his dad was working on a TV project in Belgium. If he's friends with Tai he's got to be nice.

I pushed any thoughts of our guest out of my mind as T.K. and I wandered to the pizza place for a large pepperoni pie.

I didn't realize just how much would change.

FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT!FICOUT! FICOUT! FICOUT!FICOUT!

Glossary:

'The Winds of Change' doesn't really exist. I made it up. Just in case anyone's bored and wants to look it up, don't. It is also the closest thing that I write that'll ever resemble a tragedy.

Sunflowers: Wow! That was FAST!

Matt: It's really sad if you're so exited about that

T.K.: Just ignore Moody Matty and review please

Sunflowers: Crème brulé to all reviewers! Get 'em while their digital sugar's still hot!