Orokid: I know what you're about to say- why the funk did it take me so long to complete this chapter? Well, I'm going to tell you the truth, if you want to hear it or not, because I don't give a rat's donkey if you don't care about the truth and just want to fork me 'cause it sounds like a fun thing to do- which it is, cause I like forking other people as well, but remember that I'm a very GOOD natured person, so you have to have a little bit of sympathy for me, right?

Okay, here's the reason:

I really didn't know what to write, considering the fact that I hadn't seen this series in SOOOOOO long, and so I believe that is a good reason for me to hide behind. ((Grins)) That's a very good, very thought out explanation, if I do say so myself.

My guess is that, about now, you are tired of me talking about positively nothing at all. My next guess is that, about now, you want me to do the disclaimer and get over myself. Did I get that right? Darn, I'm a great guesser. Lol. Oh, wait. I'm still babbling, aren't I? Huh. Imagine that. Wow, I guess I do just keep babbling and babbling until someone will review some of my fanfics. ((Crickets chorus around me)) Okay! That didn't work, but it was worth a try, right? Lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, although I did enjoy the thought once upon a time so long ago. Now that I'm seventeen, going on eighteen, that thought seems… immature and- ((Gasp)) OOH! My DNAngel stash! Yay! I've found you, my beloved! ((Grabs hold of books and looks left and right repeatedly)) What?

The REAL Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, and I don't think I ever will. That belongs to some Japanese guy that I forget the name of, or don't care to remember. I don't own the many cast characters that are mentioned in my story, although Davis is pretty awesome a character, despite his bullheadness and idiocy.

Years Go By

Chapter Four

Davis Motomiya had spoken little to nothing ever since he had gotten into the mini-van, and the driver seemed not to care too much about it. The reason why seemed to be enough, but neither of the men wanted to talk about the issue, let alone solve it. But what was the reason? Well, it had all started nine years ago when the young man with bleached bangs actually had a normal colored hair, when his father had promised to drag him to America whether he liked it or not, and when his so-called friend had done the unthinkable. It ended nine years later when the said man had returned for a soccer game, only to bump in to the young woman he had forced himself to leave behind, hearing that she loved him but refusing her because of his damned pride. And thus…

… here we are.

"Are we there yet?" he asked the driver tiredly, leaning his chin against his folded arms that he had on the window frame. The wind tossed his hair about, but he only kept staring numbly out the car, watching as the sites from his childhood return to his eyes. He felt at home right then- in the middle of the Tokyo speedway, watching the world pass by- but, then again, something kept him from feeling completely and utterly right in Japan. Somehow, although he would be the last to admit it to anyone (let alone Ken right at that moment), the man knew exactly just what he might've been missing.

Too bad he had forced her away, told her that they were too different to be in love and that he just couldn't fall for someone who had hurt him so bad already. Too bad all his chances we gone, and that he'd never get another one ever again, most likely. Too bad… Too bad…

He hadn't even heard when Ken had answered him, but what he did hear was his mind cursing at him and his destructive personality. Davis knew that all his stored anger from the last nine years (since he had done his best never to show them ever again) had all but exploded while in her presence. He had been still healing, and he knew he forever would when he had seen her so close that moment in the airport, when she had professed her undying love. That had been all that he had been waiting for ever since they had met during the fourth grade warm up races, when she couldn't run because of her illness and he had disturbed the class too much to do the same as she. But all he had done was let go of the frustrations, of the heartache and pain, and showed her everything that he had hidden from the world.

It was such an idiotic thing to do, and yet he had done what he despised himself for the most.

"So when are you going to grow up, Dai?" the man beside him asked, never once talking his eyes off the road before him still, and he knew that it was better that way or else his friend would be strangled in his spot. Yolei would do that once they would meet, he knew, so he couldn't trouble himself with such things right then. Driving and not getting into an accident so not to kill himself seemed like a better idea.

"I told you- I'm not a kid."

"Then stop asking are we there yet as we pass the mile signs", he countered back, gripping onto his wheel tighter than before, turning his head to crack his neck. "And having a fit doesn't help your case either, Davis."

"I'm not having a fit", the chocolate haired man sighed with a slight pout, his eyes still out the window, not daring to look at him. He barely had any energy since they had left the airport, and that was only because he was depressed about what he had done back there. "Having a fit requires throwing oneself around- and, as you can see, I'm not."

"Leaning against the door and sighing does entice a thought of throwing a tantrum." The dark haired man smiled gently, liking the idea that they were having an intellectual conversation for the first time ever. "And I see that you've learned seven letter words to your vocabulary. That's good, since your going to have to talk your way out of getting pummeled by my wife."

"Hardy har har, Ken." The young soccer player sat up straight as his friend's words repeated in his head, making him see something while nothing else would be seen in his eyes. "You got married? When? And why wasn't I invited?"

"Yolei and I got married about a year ago, but that's about when you stopped contacting me as well, about another year from when you stopped listening to what the other's had to say." Davis nodded solemnly, realizing that he had missed his closest friend's big day, and it had been his whole fault- he hadn't wanted to feel the pain of missing her as much as he already did. "You weren't invited because you weren't there to call." For a moment, the male paused, his eyes searching through the rear view mirror towards the back seats. "Where's Veemon? Didn't he come with you?"

"A guy on the team said he'd drop off my soccer bag at my hotel room, just so it wouldn't get ransacked by fans like I'm sure everything else did." He sighed again, returning to leaning on the door. "Veemon went in the bag instead, all because people aren't used to the sight of Digimon yet."

His friend nodded, and it was only five minutes more before the van had taken a complete and total stopped right in front of a usual style Japanese home- someplace that was definitely not his hotel.

"Um… dude, I think you made a wrong turn or something…" The young soccer player looked at his best friend with a skeptic eye, an eyebrow raised at the very sight of it. Something was going on, and he didn't know just what it was- a ploy, maybe, to get him to rethink his idea of a Kari-less world. "This isn't the Anzu Inn. At least, this isn't what the picture looked like."

"You're right." Ken turned to him, a gentle smile on his lips. "Welcome to my home, Motomiya. Yolei wasn't going to let you come back to Japan and not say hello, you know."

Davis blushed lightly at the other man's words, remembering the woman's keenness on seeing just how to get her way with just about anything she wanted to get her way with. "Oh…" He grinned as his eyes looked back to the quaint home, his chocolate eyes glinting almost evilly. "Race you to the door?"

The dark haired male laughed. "You're never going to grow up, are you?"

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