Author's Note: Oh wow! If you're readin this, thank you thank you thank you sooooo much for stayin around for chapter 2! Eheh, anyways just read on…
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(my notes)
Disclaimer – If I owned Digimon, this would be an episode, not a fanfiction.
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From his balcony Yamaki looked down at the city. This was usually where he went when he was deep in thought, and tonight was no exception. It all started this afternoon…
Yamaki was minding his own business; he was adding more functions to his program, Japan Online, or JOL for short. Though it had already sold over a million copies across Japan Yamaki still thought that some functions could be added. Functions like his special virus killer, Juggernaut. Just as he was adding on the final touches on it the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Yamaki. I'm a representative of the Digimon Card Game Corporation."
"So, what do you want?" this guy annoyed him.
"Well, we were wondering in you wanted to hold the Digimon Card Game Championships this year." That brought Yamaki to attention.
"Excuse me?"
"Well every year we have the tournament held by a different company, we were wondering if JOL would like to hold it this year."
"I'll think about it."
He hung up. He had some thinking to do.
He had been up there all day long. It wasn't as if Yamaki hated everything digimon, it was just that he didn't see the point of sponsoring a tournament where he would gain nothing. He wasn't into the card game so it wouldn't even entertain him.
"Yamaki, what's wrong?" without even turning around he replied.
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. Anyways, I finished adding Juggernaut to JOL for you."
"When will it hit the markets?" Business took his mind off his troubles.
"Don't know."
He felt her arms go around his neck. He calmed down a little bit.
"Yamaki, please tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing. Some idiots want me to sponsor some tournament." She looked surprised.
"Then why didn't you tell them where to shove it?"
"It was the Digimon Card Championships."
"Oh, then I guess you'll be here for a while. Mitsuo, after you've thought this out get some sleep, ok?"
"Yeah, sure." He grumbled.
She started walking back to the apartment, she faintly heard him say "Thanks, Reika" before she went back inside, a smile lingering on her lips.
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By the next day Yamaki had reached a decision. He would do it. But, there was one fatal flaw with every single one of these tournaments. They were so damn predictable! Every year Ruki would sweep the competition right out of the tournament. Some years the other tamers would enter but they never fared any better; she's held the title for 5 years!
"Hello! You've reached the Digimon Card Game Corporation! We're not here so leave a message, thanks!"
"This is Yamaki Mitsuo, the CEO of Japan Online, I've decided to take you up on your offer. JOL will hold the Championships this year."
While he was thinking last night Yamaki had found a way to make the tournament more interesting, for him as well. All he had to do now was make a call.
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"Hey Juri." She looked up.
The bell had just rung and, as usual, Ruki came in late. Juri couldn't understand it, Ruki acts like she doesn't care about school but she still manages to keep a 4.0 average as if it was nothing. The teacher noticed the exchange.
"Kato, Makino. Go stand outside." Juri looked at him desperately.
"But-But, I wasn't-!"
"Out! Now." Juri sighed in defeat.
"Yes, sir."
Juri looked at Ruki, she was smirking. It was nothing new for her to be sent outside, but to a good girl like Juri, who had never been sent out, this was frightening. When the door finally closed on them Juri looked at Ruki in anger.
"Ruki! Why'd you do that? You know I've never been sent out!" she looked at her.
"Don't worry, Juri. It's nothing major, we can just sit here and talk for 20 minutes or so."
Juri looked down at her dress. It wasn't so bad out here, she thought. Maybe 20 minutes of girl talk would be ok. But this definitely was not about to become one of her normal habits!
"Alright, I guess. Hey Ruki, what do you think of this dance thing we're doing in gym?"
"I think it's stupid. But, the swing dancing looks pretty fun, though."
Juri had noticed the swing dancing. Yesterday the teacher had told the pairs to observe different kinds of dancing to get a preference of what they wanted to learn. Her and Takato had decided to go with ballroom dancing. Kazu and Kenta, on the other hand, tried to impress their partners by signing up for break dancing.
"I see, did you and Jenrya sign up for it?"
"You bet. But, the teach said that we'd only learn the basics. No flips."
"That sucks." Was the only reply Juri could think of.
"Tell me about it. So what are you and gogglehead doing?"
"Ballroom dancing. Don't you think that Takato would look gorgeous in a tux?"
"No, not really."
Ruki rolled her eyes.
"Ruki, can I tell you a secret?"
"What? That you like Takato?" Juri looked up in surprise.
"How did you know????" Ruki looked back at her.
"I have my ways."
Eventually the two were let back into the class, Juri apologizing all the way back to her seat. Ruki looked at the clock, 10 minutes 'til 1st period ends, guess he forgot about us for a while, she thought.
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"Grandma! I'm home!" Ruki yelled.
"Ruki? Why are you home so late?"
"Oh, I had to… deliver a letter."
"Oh, ok." Ruki sighed.
As much as she hated her mom there came a time where her assistance would be required. Ruki had hoped that time would never come to pass, unfortunately, it did. It was the day Rumiko had been waiting for, the day where Ruki actually came to her for something.
"Hey mom?"
"Yes, Ruki?"
"I was wondering… how much would it be to take swing lessons?" Rumiko's eyes widened considerably.
"Swing? As in swing dancing?"
"Yes." Ruki had a bad feeling about this.
"OH MY GOD! Mom! Get in here! Ruki wants to learn how to dance! My little baby's growing up. I'll have to get the best, the lessons could even be here…"
Ruki wound up blocking out the rest of it. But hell, she wasn't complaining. She'd be learning how to swing like a pro. But did her mom have to make such a big deal about it?
