A/N:let's get one thing straight here, I am insane. My maturity level is much lower than the levels of most people my age. I wrote

this fic to be a romance, but it starts out to be a*little* angsty. So.

//- she's being a little too serious, here. What are you on, V-Chan?

Nothing!!! I swear!!!!!!!!!!

//.- give me the vegetables.

*innocent* what veggies?

+//- i won't give you inspiration any more.

NNNNNOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! _fine_, _here_ *pouts* stupid Squibbles, Health Food Nazi.......Why do I have to have a muse, anyway...

//- *sigh* this is an unusual fic. be forewarned. the char.'s might be a _LITTLE_ OOC.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DIGIMON!! PS: bite me.

0o0 why did say I liked vegetables?

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What Walks Through the Heart Ch.1: Enter Mikae

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Lonliness. That was what it all added up to in the end. He was always alone, and it would stay that way for as long as it took him to die, and beyond. Why did he remain in the Land of the Living, then? He had no will for it, and derived his only pleasure(a half pleasure, for that was all he could achieve) from inflicting pain upon others. Dying shouldn't be hard, should it? All you had to do was cut yourself, maybe beat yourself up a little, right? He'd tried those tecniques before, and more, all of the attemts had been unsuccessful exept for a few scars. He was just data, right? It shouldn't be that hard to die, when all you were was data, an erased file was all it took, but that hadn't worked on him either. Why should it be so hard?

"Hey! You!"

Impmon turned, torn form his thoughts by the harsh voice. He took in the suit, the hair, the shades, and the attitude the guy had quickly. It wasn't one of the Tamers. Then again, why would they bother with him? They were too busy with the crazy chinese zodiac digimon poping up all over the place. This must be the human who had headed the Jauggernaut project. He snorted, this one wasn't even worth his time to respond to.

"Hey! You answer me when I talk to you!" Yamaki grabbed Impmon roughly by the arms.

"Leggo o' me! Ya got my attention, already, Sheez!" That was the tone of superiority he had worked so hard to get. It masked the desolation that was constantly with him. It made him feel more secure. The less digimon, and humans, who knew what he felt inside, the better. He didn't want the pity of anyone, least of all humans. The voice never left him, now. It had become him.

"Are you listening to me?" Impmon glanced at him,. Small Beans.

"Yeah."

"Good. I'm going to propose a partnership with you." the guy said, letting Impmon go.

"Ya what? I thought you hated digimon."

"I do. I just want to see if what the children say is true about digimon, that they feel pain." The man smirked.

"And how will you do that?" The guy was full of it. Yamaki's smirk got wider, pulling a large rock out of his pocket. Impmon backed up.

"I'm going to do it like _this_!" he threw the rock at Impmon's leg.

"@!#$ %&*@~ ##@$$!" he hadn't been able to dodge it in time!

"Ow!"

'Ow'? What was the guy saying ow for? He wasn't the one in a great deal of pain, here. He looked up. The guy now had a large bump on his head, which was covered with both hands, and was bent slightly. Impmon shifted his gaze to Yamaki's assailant. She had red hair, a rare thing in Japan, and olive colored skin. She was tallish, had green eyes, and from the size of the bump on the guy's head, reasonable strength too. Yamaki ran off yelling something about how he was going to rid the earth of the taint of digimon and the girl should stop playing with fire. Impmon wasn't paying him any mind. What he _was_ paying mind to was the fact that the girl was examining his injured leg. And by examining, he ment running her hand down the wound. He blushed without knowing why.

"What are you doing?!" He said, trying to cover up his brief moment of weakness.

"Broken."

"Huh?"

"Your leg is broken." She raised her head to look at him, her dark emerald eyes serious. "What could have posessed that man to break your leg?"

"Uh......" Blink, blink. Blink, blink. "Wha-?"

"C'mon, there are supplies at my house. We'll take care of that leg of yours."

"Not gonna happen."

"I have a feeling you don't trust me." She sighed.

"Gee, what was your first clue?" He replied snidely.

"Hmmmmmmm....................."

"What?"

"I was just wondering if those toddlers over there would take care of poor widdle baby's booboo better than I can."

Impmon started to look uncomfortable. "Blackmail." He accused.

"Yep!" She winked at him. He looked away, hiding his face. He didn't want this human to see him blush at the gesture she probably thought of as something that wasn't very personal. After a little more bantering, he finally gave in. He said that he would go to her house, and he would stay there as long as it took him to heal, seeing as it was too dangerous to live outside by himself with an injury as serious as his, But that was where it ended!!!!!(A/N: Yeah, just keep telling yourself that, Mr. Impy- mon!

*evil grin*^O^)

************Later******************

"OW!!!!!!!!!"

"Hush! Or do I have to stuff a rod in your mouth?!"

"That hurt!"

"If you hadn't moved so much, IT WOULDN'T HAVE HURT!"

"ahem."

"WHAT?!?!?!?" They said at the same time.

"Do you have everything under control, or do you NOT need my help?" the 'intruder' asked. The girl was the first one to recover.

"Mom! You're home early!" She exclaimed. Impmon just stared blankly.

"I'm sorry for not telling you that I'd brought a friend home-" 'Friend?' Impmon thought. 'She thinks of me as her friend? She barely knows me!' "-but it was an emergency. See, he has a-"

"Broken leg." Mrs. Takana finished for her daughter.

"How'd ya know?"

"Yeah, how?" Impmon echoed, curious.

"Your friend is favoring it." She pointed out. Both the girl and Impmon smiled sheepishly. She had forgotten for a moment that her mother was a vet.

"Well, shall we get started, Mii?" Her mother asked.

"Let's!" She answered, smiling. Impmon backed up, looking _slightly_ nervous as the two females descended upon him.(A/N:shakin' lika a fuzzy miraka)

***********more later***************

Impmon opened his sharp green eyes blearily, the effects of the anesthetic the mother and daughter team had used on him were finally beginning to wear off. He sat up, causing the room he was in to swirl crazily. He looked around. It was dark outside. 'Musta slept longer than I thought I did.' The room was obviously on the upper story of the house, and was decorated in all shades of medium colors, not bright, but not dark either. Then he thought of the girl who had gotten Yamaka off his back and had brought him home. She had called him her friend, he remembered. No one had called him that since, since ever, really. Not even the Tamers he had run away from some years back had called him her friend. Not even Partner, come to think of it. She and her brother had always given him conflicting orders against one another, confusing him. The fighting had gotten to the point of hurting him whenever he didn't follow an order correctly. At long last, he had run away, seeking freedom from the pain that house had brought him.

Shortly after that, he had begun to feel lonely, but he wouldn't go back. Never back to that place. Finally, it got to the point of trying to kill himself with his obsession to grow stronger, to prove to Them that he didn't need a Tamer, that he didn't need anyone. But now, now someone had called him friend, and a human at that. He hadn't even known her that long. Come to think of it, he didn't even know her name, besides the little hint her mother had given when she had called her 'Mii'.

He lay back down, his head protesting every minute he stayed sitting up. Rolling over, he saw the girl, asleep on a mat next to him. He took this opportunity to examine his 'savior'.

She had light red hair that reminded him comfortably of fire*, and it looked soft, and her skin shone in the light of the moon, giving her an almost etheral glow. It was now that he noticed the white scars on her neck and arms, and he had little doubt that there were more under her faded nightgown. Where could she have gotten those injuries? It was then that the girl woke up to Impmon's eyes staring into her own. She blushed slightly.

"You're up." She stated.

"Yeah." He replied.(THEY WERE _TIRED_! THEIR BRAINS WERE _DEAD_! GiVE THEM A _BREAK_!)

"Why was I asleep, anyway?" He asked.

"You fainted."

"I fainted?" Hard to believe.

"You fainted."

"I fainted." Still hard to believe.

"I think that we've established the fact that you fainted. Time to move to a different subject."

"Which would be..."

"For me? Sleep. For you? Whatever."

"Sleep, I guess. I'm still pretty tired."

"Good choice. You're on your bed, I'm on mine. Crash time." She was silent a minute, then: "Hey, I never got your name."

"You're right." He agreed. "I'm Impmon."

"Cool name."

"You're the first human to say so. What's yours?"

"Mikae. Mikae Takana." That wasn't the kind of name you heard every day, but it was nice sounding, Impmon decided.

Then he noticed that Mikae was clutching a small stuffed toy. He could barely make out what it was because she was holding it so close. Impmon caught himself wondering what it would be like to be held like that, and berated himself. How dare he even think of being held by a human! They were cruel and stupid beings only fit for his amusement. But Mikae was different somehow. Smarter, more understanding, and definitly less demanding. And she had called him her friend..... He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"What's with the toy?" He asked, pointing at it. Mikae looked at it for a minute, then brought it out of the recesses of her arms. It was a small plushie of a tiger.

"This?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Long story."

"Long night."

"It's not interesting at all. Just some sentimental stuff."

"Not working."

"Thought so." Mikae took a deep breath. "My dad got this for me a few years back, when he was is one of his few sober moments. He was kind to me then. We had gone to the toy store down the street for my birthday, but it had been special enough for me that my father had remembered. He doesn't always remember things as clearly as he used to, and I doubt he even knows that my mother and I exist anymore. When I saw this tiger, I just had to have it. It was expensive and we had little money, so when I saw the price, I started to back off from it. But Daddy insisted on getting it for me, saying that I deserved it for being such a good little girl, and that it ought to make up for all the birthdays he had forgotten before. I was so happy, I hugged him tight and stumbled over my thank you's while he laughed. I've never been able to get rid of it, even when Daddy's drinking problem got worse. I couldn't get rid of it even when he started to hit me when he was mad." A tear started to roll down her cheek at this point. Painful memories of his own past flashed through Impmon's mind. "Even now, I couldn't bear to see Whin separated from me."

"Whin?"

"Yeah. Daddy said that it feels awful bad to not have a name, and that it felt lonely too. I wanted Daddy to name it, even when he said he wasn't good at such things, even when he didn't have the Ick in him. He eventually gave in, and named my tiger Whin.(Hwin)"

"He sounds nice."

"He was. But when he drank the Ick-"

"Ick?" Impmon asked, perplexed.

"It's what I called alchohol, and Daddy never discouraged me from calling it that. I never grew out of the habit, and I developed a few more habits that are looked down upon by the popular kids at school, so I'm a bit of an Outcast."

"What habits?"

"Well, first it was the Ick thing, then it was the refusal to do drugs, or anything the Popular kids who did do it pressured me to, because I had experienced first hand what it can make a person do. Then I got into Anime, and became one of the minority of people at shool who 'watched cartoons'. Those are some of the more widely known habits."

"What happened when your father got drunk?" Impmon asked, no longer able to repress his curiosity. He immediatly regretted his question when he saw Mikae shrink within herself a little and another tear made its way down her face. Impmon put out a hand and, hesitating for only a moment, wiped the tear away.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want to." He said, as surprised at the gesture as Mikae was. "No, I'm fine. It just hurts to remember, that's all." She took a deep breath and started again.

"When Daddy got drunk, he started to yell at Mom. Sometimes for no reason at all other than to yell. I hid in my room then, covering my ears with a pillow so I wouldn't have to hear the shouts. Back then, Daddy would never hit Mom. But as he drank more, the verbal fights got more and more brutal, and then one night... he hit her. Daddy actually hit her. Mom started to cry, Daddy had never hit her before. Then she always ran to her room an locked the door. When banging on the door and shouting at her to open up didn't work, Daddy would seem to calm down and say that he was sorry and that it would never happen again. Mom always believed him, even when that senario happened over and over. Even when the beatings got worse. She started to wear conceiling clothing and sunglasses to cover the bruises."

"Why didn't she sic the police on him?" Impmon asked, spellbound by the young girls story.

"'Cause she still loved Daddy. Then he started to get mad at me. When I came home one day with a bad report card, he yelled at me. It steadily got worse. He'd start to yell at me for no reason. Then he started to hit me. He'd throw things at me sometimes, when he was really mad. That's how I got most of these scars. At one point, it got bad enough for me to want to kill myself."

Impmon starred at Mikae. She had wanted to kill herself like he had, and had been thinking about doing just a few hours ago? Impmon slowly took hold of one of Mikae's wrists. It hung limply in his gloved hand. Still looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, he turned it over, and looked down. There were three long, white scars standing out near the top. He took the other one and turned it over. The same thing. He started to get a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. What had seemed a way out of life before, now looked grotesque and tainted on Mikae's arms, for they were all over her forearms, wrists and hands. He looked away.

"Like I said," She stated softly. "I was always a bit of an Outcast." He looked up into her eyes, and made a decision. He then turned his eyes to his own hands, and began to remove his gloves.

Mikae's eyes widened at the sight of so many scars. Her hands flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. Impmon gazed up at her, his eyes revealing much more of what he felt than he knew, and told her everything that had happened to him since before he had run away from his Tamers. The tale lasted long into the night.

"I guess..." He finished. "I guess both of us can be Outcasts." Ending the story that he had told no one else, until this moment.

His eyes widened when Mikae unexpectedly threw her arms around his neck, giving him the first hug he had ever recieved. After a while, he put his arms around her in return, giving her the hug she desperatly needed from him. The hug was important to her, showing her that he would be there for her no matter what she did. That she wouldn't become an Outcast yet again.

The mere fact that he had tried to commit suicide like she had made her feel less alone than she had felt in a long time. When she released him, and he realized that he should let go as well, they bid each other goodnight, and went to sleep again, a little closer together than before. As he drifted off, Impmon made a sleepy promise to Mikae that surprised both of them, and the secret listener outside the door.

"I won't let anyone hurt you Mii. Not ever again."

"Thank you, Impmon." Came the reply from the mound of sheets that was Mikae. Neither of them had noticed the nickname, and they wouldn't remember this promise, but they would both sense something between them long after the night was done, a bond so strong, the Devas couldn't have broken it if they had tried. But one person did hear the promise, the nickname, the entire conversation, and had witnessed the hug.

Mrs. Takana smiled softly as she turned off the hallway light, and closed the door to her daughter's room, thanking God that He had sent this small creature to them. This was the first time Mikae had shown any emotion other than anger or sadness ever since her father had left them.

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As the weeks flew by, Impmon's leg steadily began to heal. He and Mikae spent a lot of time together swapping stories.

They slowly became real friends, faithful to one another to a fault. They got to the point that whenever Mrs. Takana wanted to speak with either of them, she knew that when you found one of them, the other was sure to be close by. Mikae went to school as usual, and when she was gone, Impmon went off to be by himself and basically didn't speak to anyone until she got home.

One day, Mikae came home fighting tears. All Impmon had to do was give her a concerned look and ask her what was wrong and she spilled everything. Evidently, rumors had been circulating the around school that said she was a worthless whore and that she'd sleep with anybody, if they payed her enough. That in itself wasn't so bad. She could ignore the insult that the head snob had obviously started. What had hurt her was the fact that the one person at school that she had thought she could trust had supported it right in front of her. When Mikae had confronted her about it, she had said that she had known that it wasn't true. She said that Mikae had gotten too confident for her to control and that she had to make her minipulatable again somehow. Which was why she had cooked up the rumor with Stephanie.

Impmon saw red. How _dare_ anyone do that to Mikae! Oh, they were going to PAY as soon as he could go outside!

************One week Later*********************

Impmon's leg was finally good enough for him to walk on it for hours without getting tired. He made an excuse to go outside in the late morning. Mrs. Takana had an idea of what he was planning, but she didn't say anything about it. Truth be told, she had wanted to do somthing about Stephanie and Minni for a while now. Mikae went to school as usual at 6:40. Impmon left at 9:00.

Outside, Impmon made a beeline for the school that Mikae had said she went to. He found her class and made himself comfortable in a nearby tree.(A/N:Convenient, ain't it?) He observed her go through her day until, when it was just beginning to get dark, he saw her meet a girl who clearly made her uncomfortable in the park halfway home. He got closer and listened to their conversation.

"So, Mikae. How're you doing? Getting any business?" the girl asked with an evil smirk that Impmon would have been proud of if he wasn't so biased against her. Mikae just looked away.

"I see you're not the grateful type Mii. I tried to help your business along and what thanks do I get? None." The girl looked like she was enjoying herself. 'Not for long.' Impmon thought gleefully, thinking of the fun he was going to have.

"Shut up, Minni." Came the soft reply. The girl clearly hadn't been expecting that.

"What did you say?"

"I said shut up." Mikae repeated, gaining confidence with every word. Impmon silently cheered her on.

"I don't _have_ a business, Minni. So stop pretending that I do."

"Oh you don't, do you? Is that why I saw you in the park the other day with an older man?" A crowd had started to gather at this point. Impmon frowned. What was Minni getting at? He thought that Mikae had been with her grandfather all day Saturday. Nice guy. Thought Impmon was a kid at first,though. He remembered when the old man had first come.

**********Flashback*********************

(A/N:Am I annoying you yet?)

Impmon looked up sharply. Someone was coming. Mikae and her mother had been especially busy today with the cleaning. Something about her grandfather coming. The person was at the door now, so Impmonmade himself scarce. It wouldn't do to have the old man see him. The chime sounded and the two womenmade their way to the door, fixing minor details on their way.

"Ojiisan! You're here!"

"And were would I be, standing on your doorstep Mikae-chan?" The old man was fairly tall, and had kindblue eyes and a warm smile. Mikae turned to where Impmon was hiding. How she always managed to knowwhere he was at all times was still a mystery to him.

"Come on out, Impmon! I want you to meet Ojiisan." The old man turned to where Mikae was lookingcuriously.

Impmon stepped out from the shadows and looked up at Mikae's grandfather apprehensively.

"So _you're_ Impmon! I've been hearing a lot about you from my grand daughter!"

"You have?" Impmon looked curiously at Mikae, who was trying to shush her Ojiisan in vain.

"Yes! I can barely get her to stop talking about you! I started to think that you were some sort of superhero or something! You do look like a nice lad." He looked at Mikae, and gave a slight nod. She looked quickly at Impmon, then left the room. Impmon's suspicions rose dramatically.

He looked back at the old man, and raised an eyebrow.(A/N:didn't know he had one, didja?^-^)Her grandfather looked suddenly serious.

"I heard about what you did for her a few weeks ago." Impmon opened his mouth.

"No, her mother told me."

"Then..."

"I know you're not a human, that you're some sort of data thing. I'll never understand that technological mumbo-jumbo. Never was any good with computers, anyway. We expected something like what Mikae was planning on doing, and probably _was_ doing, but not as serious as it was. A week after your arrival, Mikae's mother found a forgotten list in her bedroom. It was a list of things she needed for a suicide." The old man stopped there for a moment, and looked to the ground. To Impmon, this was no surprise. He had seen the scars, after all. Her mother probably knew nothing about those.

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about you presence here being revealed to anyone. I've kept my fair share of secrets, some worse than this one. I can keep another just as well."

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Impmon brought his attention back to the conversation between Mikae and the blond girl.

"I was with my grandfather all day, Minni."

"Oh, _really_?"

"Yes, really."

"Oh, and I suppose that you haven't been busy all year?" The girl said in a tone that plainly said that she thought of 'busy' in a severely perverted way.

"No. Not busy the way you mean it."

"Oh?"

"My mother and I have had a guest over for the past month and a half."

"What _kind_ of guest?" The girl sneered.

That was it. He, Impmon, had had it. This Minni girl was gonna pay. Then he was going to hunt down the other half of the conspiracy to earn Mikae a dirty name. Impmon jumped down from the branch he had been occupying, landing lightly on the soft grass. The blond girl gasped, backing up. Apparently, she remembered him terrorizing her and a group of her friends a while back.

He grinned evilly. _This_ was going to be _fun_.

"W-what are you doing here?" Mikae looked at him curiously as the girl stammered. He just shrugged.

"I'm here to undo a little lie you seem to have started about my friend here." Impmon guestured to Mikae.

"She's your friend?" Impmon nodded.

"He's your friend?!" Unsure of what was going on here, Mikae nodded.

"He knows about the rumors?"

"Yes, I told him about a week ago."

"Why hasn't he done anything before now?"

"He's been too weak. Some jerk broke his leg and he's been healing at my place." The crowd that had gathered was now beginning to make noises of approval. Apparently, their idea of a slut did not include helping small 'kids' when they were hurt. Sensing somehow that she was losing her popularity power, Minni made a frantic jab at Mikae's pride.

"So you've been having fun together? I should have known. You're not going to fool me, Mikae Tanaka. You're never going to fool me again, you perverted freak." Minni crossed her arms, pretending to pout and cry, while her eyes smiled gleefully.

Impmon began to laugh. Starting to lose her confidence at his mirth, Minni opened her mouth. Impmon shook his head, and she shut it fast.

"You've lost, girl." He stated, still laughing. Minni uncrossed her arms, and an angry look stole across her face. "You lost this little fight before it even began."

"And _how_ did I do that?" She asked, finally speaking. Didn't they teach kids anything in school? Like knowing when you're defeated?

"Not everyone believed you." She opened her mouth again. Impmon interupted her.

"Mikae knew it was not true and I knew it was not true. And I think you'll find that there are those who'll doubt you're word, girly. You're not the best of liars, ya know."

"How could that be? I planned this perfectly, down to a fault! The lies were all believable, Mikae isn't friends with anybody else, she couldn't tell anyone! Her only choice would be to come to me for comfort, and then I would have complete control over her agai-" Minni stopped before she finished her sentence, and she glanced around at the disapproving faces of the crowd she had wanted there before, but was now wishing had never formed. She had let ther secret out.

"I-I mean-" Impmon interrupted her yet agin with his laughter. Her eyes whipped to his face, and widened when he snapped his fingers to create a small fireball.

He stopped laughing and lowered his face and eyes so that he was giving her the most demonic look in his arsenal of evil faces, using the shadows of the dying day to his advantage.

"I want you to leave Mikae alone, Minni. And I want you to repair the damage that you've done to her." Deciding to pull a brave face, she brought herself to her full height, meeting his eyes and challenging him. This 'conversation' would determine who had the upper hand, and who would have the most influence on her and her popularity in the days to come. He would not lose this contest.

"And how are you going to make sure that I do?"

Impmon glanced around at the faces in the crowd, and recieved nods from the ones that had not believed the lies, and those who had stopped believing them when Minni had let her tongue slip. He would be notified if Minni did this again, to anyone. His gaze settled on Minni once again.

"I have my ways." The fireball on his finger started to grow larger. Minni was losing. He saw her glance travel across the blank faces around her and showed a little of the fear that she had stored within herself. She did not know who had allied themselves with Impmon, and who was with her. Impmon raised his finger.

"I suggest you start leaving, unless you want a singed designer skirt." Minni started to back up uncertaintly, and the crowd parted for her. To see what she would do, Impmon started to advance, and to take aim. Minni hesitated for a moment, and a moment was all it took.

"Bada _Boom_!" And the fire was thrown. As soon as it had struck the cement at her feet, Minni turned and ran from him squealing like a pig, and Impmon smirked to himself. It had been too long since he had done something like this. His contemplative mood was abruptly broken as Mikae threw her arms around his neck and the crowd started to congradulate him.

Apparently they had only went along with Mikae's former friend because she had been popular. Impmon blushed bright red when he heard Mikae whisper something that the crowd would never hear.

"Thank you, Impmon. You're my hero." Mikae smiled behind his head, "Do I sound corny, or is it just me?" She backed out of the embrace, grinning at him. He just shook his head dumbly, still in shock that she had called him her hero. No one had ever called him that before. No one. Mikae started to make her way out of the crowd, Impmon in tow, ignoring the slaps on his back, and failing to notice the young man who followed her with his eyes. The blonde eleven year old turned, and walked away with more on his mind than school and the 'fight'.

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"It was great, mom! I stood up to Minni, and when she started to get the upper-hand, Impmon jumped down!"

"He did?" Mrs. Takana asked, giving the subject of the conversation a sideways glance.

"Mmhmmm, and he made Minni stop spreading the rumors, and he made her promise to not do this kind of thing again!"

"She agreed?"

"She didn't have a choice. The crowd that had gathered had already been turned to us, and Impmon had one of his fireballs aimed at her."

"He didn't hit her, I hope?" This was when Impmon finally entered the conversation.

"No, I didn't. That woulda given 'er grounds to make Mikae's life even more miserable. I hit the ground near 'er feet. It made 'er run faster than she has in a while, I think." He said, smiling to himself at the memory.

"Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to cook a special meal for the hero of the house." Mrs. Takana remarked. Impmon's mouth dropped open. Both Mikae and her mother were starring at him when she said this. This made two people who thought of him as a hero! All he'd done was to make sure this wouldn't happen again, and now he was a hero. 'uhg, my head...trying to figure out his hero thing is givin' me a migrane.' Impmon excused himself from the room and went to the one he occupied. In it, he tried once more to figure out just why he was considered a hero by Mikae and her mother, and subsiquently, his headache only got worse.

After that, he just let it be. No sense trying to figure sit out anyway.

*****a few days later*****

Mikae hummed to herself as she walked home from shcool. Tomorrow was the last day of torture! The auburn haired girl was so wrapped up in plans for the summer, she didn't notice another girl crossing her path.

"Oof!"

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry! I wasn't paying attention, and..."

"Forget about it! I have more important things to do, anyways!" Mikae watched as the tomboyish girl with the short ponytail walked away, and shook her head. That girl needed to seriously get some anger management. Mikae shook her head again and started towards home.

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"Rika." The red head barely agnowledged the yellow fox's prescence.

"What is it, Renamon?"

"That girl had the scent of a digimon on her." Rika turned her head partway to her partner.

"Are you saying that she's a Tamer?"

"Maybe." Rika nodded.

"Keep an eye on her." Renamon nodded smartly and dissappeared.(A/N: And how else would she nod? She's one of the sanest characters there is in this show!)



To Be Continued.......(don't ya just hate me?) ;)

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//- She's finally back to normal. Yay. Somehow I just can't get excited. Oh, well. Oof!

*holds very large hammer and glares* And that's for not loving me enough to get excited. Review or don't. Go to the little purple

box. I'm going to go pout about the fact that no one loves me.

*trust Impmon to like fire enough to feel comfortable around it.

PS I don't know what Impmon's hands look like under those gloves, so I won't describe them. Heck, I don't even know if the gloves are removable!

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