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Love Potion #37: Part II-
P a s s i o n a t e D i s a s t e r

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Author's Note: Since I had such a big response I'm doing a Part II. ^^; I don't have a lot to say, just enjoy-and for heaven's sake, REVIEW! -^^- Btw, a big thanx to everyone who reviewed and/or answered the question at the end. Yes, as if you didn't know, it was JUN and YAMATO. I'll try to think of question for this one too...^^; Thank you again!

Disclaimer:
I do not own Digimon or any of it's supporting characters. I do, however, own this fic and it's original theme. I also own the fortune teller. -^^-

Warnings: Pretty much humor/fluff. Rated PG-13 because of..how should I put this...hints at sexual attraction. If you can't get into the movie theater w/o your mom in tow, don't read on.

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Hikari swallowed nervously, breathing out and then, slowly, back in again. The small, scarlet bottle was sitting just a few inches away from her waiting hands, resting steadily on the smooth countertop of the apartment's only bathroom. It stuck out, a beam of light running through the scarlet colored glass and reflecting in mirror. Her hands were shaking a little, and she clasped them together firmly, swallowing a second time.

Hikari's make-up bag and it's many contents were spilled out over the counter, crowding the bottle back into it's semblance. Sticks of lipgloss and small compacts for her foundation and eyeshadow were lying open, halfway used. Hikari herself was wearing general dating attire-her favorite khaki capri's and a red silk tank-top with pretty oriental embroidery and beads hanging off the edges, the bottom of the top ending just a few inches above her waist. She was already almost ready to go, most of her make-up applied, her hair with it's red flower clips almost ready to go. The only thing left was the damn red bottle.

Again, Hikari reached for it. Her hands were shaking, a bead of sweat running down her neck.

This is stupid.., she thought, It's just a stupid potion...it probably won't work an-

Then, suddenly, the cordless phone she had dragged into the bathroom before just in case someone-namely Miyako-should call, rang.

Hikari dropped her hands, relieved. She grabbed the mini-cellphone and quickly clicked the Talk' button.

Moshi moshi?, she asked quickly, almost hoping it was Takeru calling to cancel or delay their date that was starting in roughly thirty minutes.

Konnichi-wa! It's me, Miyako., the voice spoke over the other end. It sounded cheerful at first, then choked, sounding very much like her- nervous.

, said Hikari, surprised and relieved at the same time, I thought you were supposed to meet Koushirou at the restaurant tonight!

I am. In fact, I'm here....I'm calling from a pay phone. Thank god, he hasn't shown up yet. I'm starting to regret this bottle thing.

Me too., said Hikari, What did you have to tell him?

I told him I need help with computer technology, said Miyako rather guiltily, Because that's his major. When he asked why I suddenly needed help three quarters of the way into the semester, I told him I had something to tell him too.

Hikari nodded silently, sighing. Are you going to go through with it? Your potion?

Miyako, on the other end of the line, lightly bit her lip and twisted her fingers around the cord of the payphone. She sighed, staring at the bottle in the other hand.

, Miyako said quietly, stilling fingering the rim of the cap, But I just feel...I don't know, weird. Using a freaky love potion to make him tell me how he really feels. I mean, slipping something in a guy's drink is something more like Jun would do.

Hikari laughed, remembering the outraged Jun in the Potion shop. I know. But, still, it's pretty harmless. I mean, this stuff probably doesn't even work for all we know. And if it does, I'm sure it doesn't really work as well as Lady Reiko said it would.

Yeah, you're right Hikari-chan., said Miyako, her voice suddenly brightening, Besides, it can never hurt to try. Good luck with yours, anyway.

, said Hikari. You too.

, said Miyako, her voice wavering over the staticly air balance of the pay phone, I'd better get going before Koushirou gets here. Ja ne.

Ja ne., said Hikari quickly. There was a click on the end, a signal that Miyako had hung up. She sighed and pressed the Off' button on her phone, clicking it off as well. There was only one thing left to do.

The bottle.

, thought Hikari, Here goes nothing...

Hikari breathed out and grabbed the bottle, holding it gently in the palm of her left hand. She slowly unscrewed the cap, the Potion's musty smell of herbs and thick fumes drifting up towards her nose. She lifted up the bottle, very carefully, and let a single drop fall onto her skin. Then, just as she raised it for the second drop, something happened.

Hikari dropped the bottle.

The thin glass of the bottle slipped out of her hands, it's contents spilling out down her shirt and sifting through the palms of her hands. The bottle fell farther, the red glass shattering at her feet as the remaining liquid splashed out on the floor.

Hikari looked down at it in horror, then raised her arms back up to her chest. Her hands were dripping with the brownish-colored liquid, the thick smell of it overpowering her. The liquid had spilled all the way down her shirt, staining the red fabric a darker shade then normal, damping wetness sticking to her skin.




, said Lady Reiko, a serious expression on her face, Just one or two drops. That's ALL you need. If you, say, put the whole bottle on, he'll be all over you. Literally.

Hikari gulped, staring down at her hands in shock.

This is stupid: , she told herself, swallowing nervously, It's just some old love potion. You don't believe in that stuff, remember? There's no way some musty smelling water's gonna do anything like that to Takeru. No. Way.

Hikari choked.

This was bad.

I could take a shower, she thought, trying to wring out her shirt desperately, Or just change the shirt. That's it. Just change th-

Then, as if to make the moment worse, Taichi knocked on the door.

You're date's here, Hikari., he said, his voice muffled through the wooden panel, Takeru. You'd better hurry up.

Very bad.

Okay, so maybe I can't change the shirt., Hikari thought, But there's still no way this is gonna do anything. Like I said, just weird smelling water. Not magical Potion.

She had a bad feeling about this.

Hikari took a big breath and breathed in, grabbing her purse and small cellphone and opening the door. Just as Taichi had said, Takeru was waiting, smiling, in their small entryway.

, thought Hikari, as Takeru stood up to greet her,

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Miyako sighed, staring at the bottle she held in her hands, hidden from sight under the counter of the restaurant booth. She turned it, watching the liquid spill inside to the left, then to the right, then to the left again.

I can't believe I'm doing this. A love potion, yeah, sure....but still, if it's supposed to even remotely work, it can't hurt...

Miyako sighed again, leaning back and holding the bottle still in her lap. This was so...

Excuse me? Ma'am?

Miyako looked up, startled, a young waitress standing over her and smiling.



Can I help you with something? A drink, or some food?, she said, pulling out a small waitress ordering pad.

, said Miyako, thinking, I'm waiting for someone...but..maybe some drinks. Two Cokes' please.

, said the waitress, jotting down the order, I'll be back in a second with that for you.

Miyako nodded, then turned her mind back to the problem at hand. The small bottle felt heavy in her hands, tilting as she ran the edge of her fingertip along the smooth glass. She looked at it for a minute, staring as she thought about Koushirou, until the waitress came back.

Here you go., she said politely, Two Cokes. I'll be back if you'd like to order when your friend gets here.

Miyako smiled, thanking her. The waitress walked away, a tray of food balanced in her other hand, leaving Miyako alone with her thoughts. Again.

Okay...well, are you gonna do this or not? Just put a few drops in...if it works, yay, if it doesn't, big deal. Okay? Just try it, it's not gonna poison him or anything...

Miyako shuddered, wishing she hadn't thought of that. Slowly, she lifted the thin bottle in her hand and unscrewed the cap, setting it on the table just near her elbow. She lifted the bottle, and leaned it, just barely, over the rim of the Coke.

She tilted it slowly, just barely letting the bottle curve under her hand. A few drops spilled out into the drink, disappearing in a small burst and blending easily with the brown liquid, then increasing into a small stream. Miyako choked, remembering it was supposed to be just a few drops , and pulled it up. A little more poured out, much more then a few drops, and the rest settled back into the bottle. Miyako picked it up, shaking the bottle lightly.

Instead of the sloshing sound of liquid in the bottle, she only heard a dim drip as a small amount of the potion rolled around, only a few drops' left.

Heh..heh....I guess I put a little more then a few drops of the stuff in it, huh?, Miyako thought, choking. She swallowed nervously, pulling the bottle back into her lap under the table and screwing on the cap. Oh well...it's not this stuff is gonna go into overdrive if I put in a little bit more then necessary. Right? Right.

She had a bad feeling about this.

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Hikari smiled, trying not to look nervous. Takeru stood, walking over to her, smiling himself. Taichi, thank god, had gone back into either the kitchen or his room, leaving the two alone.

You look wonderful, Hikari. Are you ready to go?, said Takeru slowly, running his eyes over her.

Hikari smiled wider, mentally choking as she bit her lower lip. So far, nothing had gone wrong...maybe the Potion was nothing more then a cheap perfume, a bad smelling perfume at that, in a pretty bottle.

I'm ready. Where are we going?, she said, relieved as Takeru stepped forward without showing any signs of being put under'.

I thought we might just go to my place and have supper together, my cooking. Just the two of us., Takeru said. Hikari smiled. They hadn't done anything like that in awhile.

That'd be wonderful., said Hikari. See, the Potion wasn't even doing a th-

Takeru stepped forward, reaching for a her hand, then paused. He froze, blinking for a minute, then lowering his eyes back down to her.

Do you smell that, Hikari? What is tha.....it smells so..., said Takeru, his voice dragging as he stepped closer her her. Hikari gulped, taking back everything she had said in the last five minutes.

, said Hikari hurriedly. She swallowed, smoothing her shirt and smiling.

, said Takeru. His eyes, his normally bright crystal-blue eyes, glazed over strangely. Are you sure? It's so...so...attra-

Yes! New perfume!, said Hikari. She was a bit flustered now...she had never seen Takeru look quite that way, so.....distracted.

, said Takeru. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her lightly on the neck, just were she had first dripped the potion.

Must be..some....perf..ume...

Hikari felt a shiver run through her body at his touch, blinking and then, reluctantly, stepping away. Takeru pulled back, surprised, as Hikari nervously began fiddling with her hair.

Yes..well..um...we should get going! Dinner!, she said, looking up and praying silently to herself. Takeru nodded, his eyes still hazed, taking her hand and kissing it softly.

Of course, baby., he said, his voice much slower and deeper then she had ever heard it.

Then again.., Hikari thought, as he lifted his head up and took her hand in hers and led her out the door to his awaiting car, I could get used to this...


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Miyako looked up, shocked. She tightened the grip on the bottle, her mind still in shock as she had realized she had just accidentally poured in about a hundred times more of the Potion then she was supposed to. Koushirou, only about fifteen minutes late, was standing above her.

I'm sorry I'm late. Did you have something to talk about?, he said, smiling. He took a seat in the bench of the booth, across from her. It sounded important from talking to you over the phone.

Miyako gulped, feeling herself blush. Um...yeah. T-Thanx for coming, Koushirou. I know this was out of the way.

No problem., said Koushirou, waiting. Miyako smiled for a second, then blinked and looked down at the two Cokes in front of her. She quickly took the one on the left and slid it towards him.

That's for you., Miyako said, trying to sound normal. Koushirou smiled and took it, raising it up and taking a small sip. Miyako watched the glass intently as he drank it, sighing in relief when he didn't fall over coughing in convulsions.

Miyako smiled again, raising up her own glass to her lips. You see, I told you the potion wasn't going to work anyway. You were all worried about this for nothing.

Miyako shut her eyes in contentment, taking a long sip of her own drink. It tasted thick and sugary, like someone had mixed it with dust and set in the sun for way too long. She pressed her lips together in disgust, trying to regain her composure for Koushirou, and swallowed. He looked at her strangely, frowning as she swallowed a second time, her mouth tasting like she had just eating an old shoe or something.

You okay, Miyako? You look a little bit pale.., Koushirou said, a tone of worry in his voice. Miyako choked, looking down at her Coke. She stirred it with her straw slowly, then clamped down on her tongue when she noticed that thick clouds of dark green were swirling up as she stirred.

, she said, rather loud,


Koushirou blinked, looking her over strangely. She was staring down into her glass, stirring it slowly with some sort of bleak fasinatation, and mumbling something under her breathe. She was also very pale, almost as though she was in a vague state of shock.

Miyako? Are you alright? What's wrong?, Koushirou said. Miyako looked up, startled, a blank look on her face as she blinked.

Miyako opened and shut her eyes slowly, focusing on Koushirou. All the rest of the world felt blurred around her, her face warm and her stomach swirling slowly underneath her, as she felt a slow haze spread over her mind. Suddenly, then, just suddenly, she felt a dull ache overtake her heart, hanging in her chest. She...she had to tell him.

Koushirou looked over her, staring, as her soft brown eyes clouded over and her lips curved into a queer sort of a frown. He tilted his head forward, looking over her features carefully. Something was wrong.

, Miyako started, shuddering. She wanted to stop herself, but felt a strange desire push her onward, dulling her emotions into blank words, her only need to tell her heart to him.



Koushirou blinked, confused. You what?

I just wanted to tell you.., said Miyako, the strange hazed blur pushing her onward in her chest, That I've really liked you for such a long time. Ever since.., she continued, tears stinging her eyes, I was a little girl. I've always...always cared for you...and I think I might love you.

Koushirou's eyes widened, and her stared at her in shock as she broke down, tears running down her cheeks as she put her head in her hands and cried.


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Hikari blushed as Takeru walked her to the door and slipped in the key, unlocking it quickly and leading her inside. She didn't know why on Earth she felt so...so...out of place with Takeru. It wasn't like she hadn't been to the Ishida apartment before. In fact, considering the years and years she had known Takeru since childhood, this was probably the twelve hundredth time she'd been there. Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous with the new' hopelessly romantic Takeru next to her.

Sure, it was Takeru...but under the spell' of the potion, he was more like a devoted personal servant. He had opened the door to his car for her and shut it as she stepped inside, commenting on her clothes, hair, and even make-up as they drove away. The only thing that seemed to be on his mind was her- all through the ride it was I hope you'll like the dinner, Hikari..', or I know my cooking isn't great, Hikari..' or You look beautiful tonight, Hikari..'- she had never heard anyone go on and on just about her. He was just...a completely different person. The usually short ride had taken forever to get through, and now there was even more: the dinner.

Ladies first, darling., said Takeru, his voice still lower and deeper then normal. Hikari did her best to smile, walking into the apartment as he shut the door behind her.

As she had expected, the apartment was empty, none of Takeru or Yamato's family to be found. The table, to her surprise, was set beautifully, adorned with two thin candles and china plates.

Oh, it's beautiful Takeru!, said Hikari, gasping. Takeru smiled, taking her hand once more and leading her towards the table. He pulled out the chair and invited her to sit down, then tucked it back under her. With another soft kiss to her hand, he let her go and walked into the kitchen, opening the oven and taking out their dinner.

Hikari smiled, secretly pleased. This certainly didn't seem as horrible as Lady Reiko would have made it out to be. In fact, she was rather enjoying herself. Aside from the annoying car ride, all the attention and affection she was receiving was beginning to go to her head, her smile out of pure and contented satisfaction.

Takeru returned, setting the main dinner course in front of her like she was at a fancy restaurant. He did the same for his own food, then pulled out a thin book of matches and struck a flame, lighting the two candles and blowing out the match in his hand quickly. With a warm smile that seemed to melt every part of Hikari's body, he sat down directly across from her.

Are you enjoying the dinner, sweetheart?, Takeru asked. Hikari smiled in reply, nodding.

Very much so. It's lovely, Takeru., Hikari said. She took a bite of the chicken, it's warm juices melting deliciously in her mouth. And the food is..so...delicious!

I'm so happy you like it, darling., said Takeru, just his voice, so low and smooth, making tingles run up her spine, It's all for you.

You really didn't have to go through all the trouble, Takeru., Hikari said, taking another bite of the chicken before going on, You didn't ha-

Of course I did, honey! Everything I do for you is worth it., Takeru said. Hikari smiled, blushing, as the two finished their meal in silence.

As she finished her meal, staring down at her plate as Takeru looked at her through the flame of the candles, she couldn't help but feel flattered. She blushed deeply, picking at her rice, and finding herself wondering how Miyako was doing.

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Miyako let out a sob, her head in her hands. She didn't know what she had just said, what the strange aura wrapped around her had made her do, but she could tell by Koushirou's shocked expression it hadn't been good.

I'm sorry, Koushirou...I just....I..., Miyako said, tears streaming down her face. Koushirou didn't answer at first, staring at her for a moment before the words would come.

I..Miyako. I didn't know that you..., he said, cut off by Miyako's sobbing.

I know! I...I didn't mean to say it, I don't know...I just don't know anything anymore!, said Miyako, her voice loud. A few people, including a girl in the booth just behind theirs, turned to look.

Miyako, it's.., Koushirou sad, trying to calm her.

It's awful! I should have never used that stupid potion! Look what's it's done!, said Miyako, still crying endlessly. The girl in the booth perked up, leaning forward at the word potion'.

I knew it...

It's all my fault! I'm so sorry, Koushirou!, said Miyako. Koushirou blinked, dismissing the potion' part as part of her disillustional behavior.

Miyako, it's really..

I know! It's horrible!, said Miyako. She continued sobbing, feeling her body become weak. The feeling in her stomach hadn't gone away, and she felt the world sway. I never.., said Miyako again, suddenly feeling herself become weak, the bottle she had held all this time under the table slipping into the curve of the booth seat beside her.

Miyako moaned, then shut her eyes, falling forward and slumping on the table.

, cried out Koushirou. He immediately jumped up from his seat across from her, rushing over and picking up her limp body in his arms. She let out a moan, a sign that she was alright, then went limp again.

Don't worry Miyako, you'll be fine.., he said, propping her up and tilting her head forward.

, said Miyako, her voice so weak it was barely legible.

Just relax. Don't even try to talk. I'm going to take you to the hospital, okay?, said Koushirou. Without waiting for an answer, he picked her up, supporting her shoulders and head with one arm and her knees in the other. The waitress, who had noticed the whole ordeal just as Miyako passed out, offered to call an ambulance. Koushirou nodded, then carried her outside the doors to wait.

Jun smiled in her booth, taking a sip of her shake and smiling seductively as the pair finally walked out the door. Everyone else's eyes were focused on them, the waitress hurriedly dialing, no one watching the innocent girl with the big hair and milkshake.

That must have been a Potion..., thought Jun, taking another sip through her straw, Probably from that old witch, Lady Reiko. I'm just glad I was here to watch...whatever she put in that drink of hers she sipped herself, making it work double time on her. A Potion that makes anyone confess how they feel to the person in front of them., continued Jun, smiling all the more as her plan formed, Interesting. It's strong too...I wonder if I could use that stuff on-

Jun smirked, ducking her head as she turned to look at the now empty booth behind her. The two Cokes were still sitting there, untouched, and people in the restaurant had begun to go back to their own personal conversations and coffee shop lives.

She slowly got up, walking over to the booth. The table contained only the two drinks and their straws, nothing else sitting on the surface of the booth besides the salt and pepper shakers. But...on the seat, just as she had been suspecting....

Jun picked up the small emerald bottle and smiled. She shook it, a very small and yet legible splash of liquid coming dimly from the inside.

Just a few drops left.

Jun smiler wider, fingering it a moment before slipping it into her pocket.

This could come in handy.

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Hikari finished her food, setting down her chopsticks. Seeing she was done, Takeru did the same, although his own food had barely been touched.

Are you done, sweetheart?, said Takeru sweetly. Hikari instictivly blushed, nodding.

Yes, I a-

Wonderful, so am I., said Takeru. He got up, walking across the table only to take her hand and pull her up, pushing the chair back in under her. Hikari blushed, smiling.

What would you like to do now, baby?, he asked. His voice was still low and deep, sending a chill down her spine. Hikari bit her lip in pleasure.

, said Hikari, not exactly knowing what to say. It wasn't like they really had anything to do, unless he planned on taking her to a movie or something.

I'm not sure., she said, finally, What would you like to do?

I'm glad you asked., Takeru said, smiling. Still holding her hand, he led her over to the couch, seating and then setting down herself. Hikari's eyes widened as she turned to her, suddenly all the warnings about Takeru being way overly affectionate suddenly coming to mind.

She had a bad feeling about this. A bad feeling.

, she said, her voice wavering, I think we should..st-sto-

Hikari shut her eyes and gasped, her voice cut off. She felt a soft, warm touch on her neck-Takeru kissing her exactly at the place where she had first applied the potion.

She let out a low sound, something between a moan and a sigh, and let him kiss her like that again, shivers running down her neck. She knew she should stop him, but...It was mind over pleasure, and pleasure was winning.

Hikari swallowed and leaned back into Takeru's embrace, thinking about what else, if this was just the beginning, he was going to do.

And, somewhere, just somewhere, Jun smiled and imagined herself doing the same thing with her one and only... Yamato Ishida.

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End of Part II! -^^- If you'd like the ending, you'll just have to review. Jun fans, don't kill me! She's on the prowl again the next chapter, and her own Potion disaster happens, only nothing goes wrong. (Hmm...) Takeru's going a bit overboard on affection (don't' worry, not THAT overboard) and Miyako wakes up to a tell-all Koushirou.

Like I said, if you want the end, you MUST review! Question of the Chapter is:

Jun's on the prowl again! If Miyako's potion of Confession actually works on Jun's unsuspecting prey, then what do you think's gonna happen when Jun has her OWN disaster with Yamato? Remember, the potion works! -^^-

Okay! Part III is waiting for enough ppl to ask for it!