Disclaimer: I am not the creator or owner of the Digimon Series. This is not being made for profit in any way shape or form.

Note to Readers: I hope you enjoy. Please review to tell me what you think.

This is dedicated to my first, loyal, and number one fan: Takatofan, who found me when I started as a writer under The New World. I owe it to him to finish this story which I had started back in 2003.

Davis tried to push his door open; however, it was being blocked by a huge mess of a room behind it. Frustrated, he ran into the door, forcing it open, and stumbled in. He spoke to himself, "Another OW! Day in this OW! Fuckin' OW! Messy OW! ROOM!"

Jun peeked around the door frame, "Then clean it up!" She slammed the door behind her before he could say or throw anything at her. Davis turned toward his desk, to finish his mission: to grab his backpack, when the sound of a metal spring went off. "FUCK! WHEN DID I PUT THE STAPLER THERE LIKE THAT? JUUUUN! She must have been in here again looking around in my stuff! Now my foot is BLEEEEDING because of her. Now, where are those fricken tweezers?" He scrambled around, throwing things around when he came across an old soccer photo. Tai, Ken, and himself were posing for the photo. He momentary stopped and forgot what he was frantically searching for. Picking up the photo he thought, 'I can't even remember a day like this.' He was looking at Tai, smiling brightly looking healthy. 'He doesn't look stressed at all.' He glanced at the floor and noticed the tweezers. Placing the photo aside, he quickly grabbed the tweezers, lifted his foot up, and pulled the staple out. Looking straight at the bloody staple, he laughed like a mad man, "HAHA HA HA! Did you really think you could win! If I could defend the Digital World and defeat Ken, what in the bloody hell (pardon the pun) made you think you could win?" He threw the tweezers with the staple somewhere in the room.

Jun was peeking in again, "Dude, you really need a life."

"I know! BUT I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT!" He threw his pillow at his sister, but she closed the door before it reached her.

Over at the Kamiya residence…

Kari was lying in her bed, shaking under the covers. She didn't know what to do. 'I have lost control of everything. If there was one wish, just one, please hear it: I want my father to leave my brother and my mother alone. I am sick of always being afraid of finding my mother dead on the floor when I come home.' Her memory played a flashback of the other night when her father while at the dinner table randomly took a bat to her mother's head. Needless to say, Kari's brain hasn't been her ally in these past weeks. She grabbed her head, feeling her hair between her fingers, 'I can't take it... stop please stop... I don't want to see this anymore…" The vision moved into the time she bumped into Davis at the park. In her memory, she can't remember what he said, his lips were moving nothing emitting from them, when she simply broke down crying. Maybe she wasn't even paying attention to what he said, maybe what he said wasn't at all important in triggering the meltdown, what mattered was she felt safe in that one moment when he just held her and told her everything was going to be okay. Temporarily she took that as truth, but as she walked away, she knew it was to be lie. 'I can't be weak like this anymore. My brother was his next target and I can't even find any courage to do anything…I am to afraid to even touch him.' The image of her hands trying to put cloth on her mother's shoulder to stop the bleeding of the compact facture provided by her father, lead to a blood curtailing scream. Her mother was in the hospital which cycled into the inevitable beat down of Tai, which happened just moments before.

'And to believe she tripped down the apartment stairs, how stupid can people be?'

At that moment, she heard the bedroom door squeak open.