Standard Disclaimer: I shouldn't have to tell you again…but I shall. I don't own Digimon!

Author's Notes: Huh. It's dusty in here. Haven't had much inspiration for Side Stories lately…luckily, last chapter of Crisis gave me one. ;D

This should sate you all over until I finish the next chapter of Naruto. Then it's back to Crisis!

Begin!

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Chapter 4: Where Do Babies Come From?

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/TIME: BEFORE REVISION/

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/Living Room, Motomiya Apartment, Wednesday, October 29th, 2003, 5:09 PM/

The year was 2003.

An 11-year old Davis Motomiya and a 17-year old Jun Motomiya quietly sat on the couch, watching the television. It was a rather ordinary Wednesday, school was in full swing, and Jun was nibbling on a pencil as she read from her Trigonometry book (while watching TV…well, multitasking IS a nifty talent). Davis just seemed to sag against the couch; he felt rather beat after a particularly rough after-school soccer practice meet.

His eyes narrowed for a moment as he saw a commercial for baby candy (candy FOR babies, not candy MADE of babies! Japanese are weird, but they're not cannibals.); a thought that he had been wondering about for some time had just crossed his mind. "Jun?"

"Yeah?" replied an uninterested Jun, her tone suggesting a lack of attention to whatever Davis was about to say.

"Where do babies come from?"

Jun bit through her pencil. "…what…?"

"…where do babies come from?"

The elder sibling quickly pointed toward the kitchen, where Anzu and Hiroto Motomiya were making dinner. "Ask them. Hopefully, you'll suffer less than I did."

Davis blinked as Jun involuntarily shivered. "Whatever." He calmly sauntered into the kitchen, looking at his parents as the busied about with dinner. Without bothering to call their names, he asked, "Where do babies come from?"

They both froze.

It was "The Question".

The one that all parents feared.

Anzu and Hiroto glanced at a confused Davis momentarily before huddling up on the opposite side of the kitchen. "Okay dear, what do we do?"

"Hmm…" Hiroto suggested, "We could let him ask his friends at school!"

"We tried that approach with Jun, and it didn't turn out well."

"…"

Anzu sighed. "Remember? Jun came with the video? From that 9th grade Souma girl?"

Hiroto froze. "Oh yes…we had no idea how to tell her, so we had her ask her fellow students at school." Mr. Motomiya froze at the memory of Jun coming home with a seemingly innocuous video. The next day, the 12-year old had thrown the tape at the two of them and called them names. "She called us 'weirdoes'…" Hiroto's head sagged. "Curse that Mitsuko Souma! I'm glad she got transferred to a school in Kanagawa!"

"Remember? We started preparing for this day…" Anzu glanced over at an old closet in the hallway. "In there."

Hiroto's eyes widened. He remembered what was in that conclusion. "There…?"

Anzu nodded. "Yes."

Hiroto became determined. "Yes…that is what we will do. That is what we MUST do!"

Davis blinked. What are they talking about?

"DAVIS!"

Davis yelped as his parents suddenly whirled around, their eyes gleaming. "Wait for us in our bedroom. We have…to get some things."

Moments later, Davis blinked as he was roughly shoved into his parents' bedroom. "Sheesh…pushy." The young child sighed as he sat on the cushy bed, deciding to wait until his parents came. It was just a simple question; why would it be difficult to answer? And I'm NOT going for the stork angle. That's just stupid.

Minutes later…

Davis frowned as his mother and father walked into the bedroom, setting down books, charts, and pictures detailed with scientific notes. As they put some of the charts on stands, the young boy asked, "Uh…what is all this for?"

"The science behind reproduction is a very involved endeavor son!" exclaimed Anzu.

"…'reepro-duck-shin'? Eh?"

Hiroto's eyes gleamed as he boisterously stated, "Baby-making is a serious business. We're here to educate!"

"Let us educate you Davis on…" Anzu tapped a chart showing a human body, its skin removed to reveal the inner organs. "THE BIRDS AND THE BEES!"

"…mom…I want to talk about babies. Not birds and bees."

Hiroto sighed. "We don't know why people call it that. It's just a title…in either case…shall we begin honey?"

Anzu smiled. "Yes!"

"OKAY!" roared Hiroto as he opened a red book. "Okay Davis, when a man and a woman love each other very much…"

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NEXT DAY!

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/Hallway, Odaiba School, Odaiba, Thursday, October 30th, 7:51 AM/

Kari Kamiya quietly walked through the busy hallways of Odaiba School; morning 'rush hour' was always a pain to navigate. She narrowly dodged an incoming stampede of 12th graders before making it to the Middle School lockers. "Hmm…oh?" Her familiar eyes of reddish amber caught an old friend. "Davis! Hello!"

Davis Motomiya suddenly froze. He quietly turned towards Kari, who innocently asked, "So. Ready for today's algebra test?"

She got no answer. Well, not a verbal one, anyway.

Instead, Davis's face just reddened like a tomato before he sheepishly backed away, not saying a thing.

Kari blinked. "Davis?" Huh. Is he okay?

Let's just say it would take a few weeks for Davis to look at Kari again without blushing up a storm.

It would take him two months until he could talk to her again without stuttering like a fool.

Congratulations, Birds and the Bees…you've traumatized another victim.

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To be continued…

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Author's Notes: Short. But it kind of elaborates on Davis's reaction to the OTHER Davis and Kari in that alternate universe in the most recent chapter of Crisis.

I made a nifty little reference to a rather well-known manga/novel/film. First one to guess it gets a free non-existent cookie.

Just a little ditty to tide you all over until I can finish the next chapter of Naruto. Then it's back to Crisis!

And you know what that means! More fan characters. More alternate universes! More Darkheart. :D

See you soon, and please review!