Wow, it's been a long time since I updated this one, but I'll tell you why. I forgot that I wrote this in the first place. It wasn't until I just went to my profile to see how it looked that I realized I had forgotten about this and another story as well. So, I came back and delivered what is my favorite chapter in this story so far. I'll try to have updated again by the end of the week. You know, as a sorry for forgetting. Also, don't expect each of the chapters to connect...I want each one to be like it's own little mini story.

Disclaimer: Do not own digimon.

Koushiro's eyes were as wide as they could be, stunned at what Daisuke had given him to eat. He couldn't believe all the different sensations that were rushing all throughout his mouth, and when he glanced over at a practically drooling Mimi he knew that she was going through the same experience. It was the most delicious thing that he had ever tasted, and he set his bowl down on the table in front of him hoping that the younger boy would serve him seconds when he was done with it. Seriously, nothing he had ever had before could even compare to it. Nothing.

"So, you guys like it?"

Like it? For Koushiro that was probably the understatement of the year. These noodles that Daisuke gave him, these noodles that Koushiro seriously doubted were made by him, were now his new favorite food.

"This is so good!"

When he had opened his mouth to answer, Mimi interrupted him and Koushiro scrunched his eyebrows since it was, to put it in the simplest way possible, pretty annoying. He waited for a moment, and after being sure that she wasn't going to interrupt him again on account of her going back to pigging out on the noodles, he put his attention on Daisuke and eyed him for a moment.

"You made this?"

This little question made everything almost immediately awkward, and it probably goes without saying, but the skepticism didn't really endear Koushiro to Daisuke all that much. Geniuses aren't always that smart.

"That's why I gave you some to try."

He was still suspicious not really sure what to think, but Koushiro decided to just believe that Daisuke had made the noodles. Shoving more than he should have into his mouth, he figured that Daisuke wasn't really a liar despite the high unlikelihood that the guy was a good chef. After chewing and swallowing he knew that all he had gone through in the Digital World and beyond was worth it just so he could meet Daisuke one day, and just so he would be able to try his food.

"This is the best thing I've ever had."

In an instant the tension vanished, and Daisuke ended up grinning happy that people were actually enjoying his food. So he stood there proudly for a moment, but then remembered that he had actually gone to Koushiro's apartment for another reason other than just getting him and Mimi to try out his food.

"Thanks, and uhm I was wondering if you guys could help me with something?"

If he received more of these noodles, Koushiro would do practically any. Probably even murder a man.

"Sure, with what?"

Reaching into his pocket Daisuke pulled out what had been sent to him just the day before, a contract which had been weighing heavily on his mind, and he handed it to Koushiro to see what he thought about it.

"Well I sent my recipe in to a noodle magazine, and some company read it and sent me a letter wanting to buy it off me."

Wow, was he reading what was on the paper correctly? Koushiro had a hard enough time believing that Daisuke was even good at cooking in the first place, and honestly if it wasn't for the paperwork proof that he was looking at, he probably wouldn't have believed him at all. Though, this was different and he was going to look at it from the most serious standpoint that he could. What he, or Mimi if she stopped stuffing her face, said could very well change Daisuke's life.

"This is a lot of money."

His bowl was half empty, himself wanting very much to devour the rest of it, but he had to be serious right now. He handed Daisuke back the contract, and waited for him to respond.

"Yeah I know, do you think I should take it?"

"I think that's the smart thing to do."

Daisuke stared at his contract, at this once in a lifetime opportunity that was right there in his hands, and he was lost to what he should do. Yeah, it was a lot of cash. Enough to buy a girl that he could dress up as Hikari for each day of the week, but was the money worth his soul? Yeah it was, but he was still having trouble wondering if it was worth his secret noodle recipe instead.

"What do you think?"

Koushiro watched the young noodle master put his attention on Mimi, and he followed suit. The girl had the fattest cheeks he had ever seen on a person, stuffed to the point of bursting, and when she swallowed she made a noise that any reliable farmhand would say was like a dying pig giving birth. And yet, he found himself blushing at the rather disgusting spectacle going on before him; Mimi's swine-like behavior was the cutest, in the opinion of the world's dumbest genius, thing in the world.

"You should sell this."

Mimi's smile was shining brightly, despite the noodles still dripping off her face.

"The recipe?"

"No! Like, on your own."

Daisuke didn't really do anything at first, never considering the fact that it might actually make sense to sell noodles himself instead of just handing over his pride and joy to some company for them to do as they see fit, and he looked at Koushiro knowing that he was going to want to say something.

"I disagree, that's not a very logical thing to do. The market for noodles is already oversaturated, and trying to get a hold of such an already established venue is going to be almost impossible. The best option would be to just sell your recipe, and use the money to invest. I suggest robotics maybe. It's one of the fastest growing industries out there."

Daisuke was silent for a moment with his contract in hand, but then he looked up and over at Mimi once again. He was curious to what her response to that was going to be.

"Noodles."

Koushiro watched as Daisuke looked down at his contract one last time and smiled before he tore it up. He sighed feeling bad for the guy since he just watched as his younger friend who had gone to him for advice just squandered what could have been his only chance to get a fantastic head start in life for his age. Regardless, he accepted the choice as Daisuke's and went to start eating his food again, but stopped and just handed the bowl and what was left in it to a hungry-eyed Mimi. She had already eaten all of hers.

Little did Koushiro know however, that by taking Mimi's advice that Daisuke would become the world's: youngest, richest, and favorite international billionaire playboy within just a few short years. What started out as an ill-conceived noodle cart that Daisuke didn't have enough money to pay for snowballed into the biggest success story that the world has ever known with restaurants in nearly every country on every continent except Antarctica. Legends of him whispered in awed gasps and jealous hushes, the Motomiya name becoming a worldwide phenomenon.

On a different note, he did find solace in the fact that Daisuke did one day end up investing money in robotics like he suggested, but even though the company known as the Motomiya Foundation ushered in a new era of technology and science as the world has never even imagined before, some going as far as to call said era The Modern Enlightenment, he never really made up his mind about what he thought concerning the fact that Daisuke used the resources at his disposal to create for himself a harem of the most realistic female robots that money and intellect could muster. Android Model K-7896, also known as the 'Hikari-bot', being one that was particularly distressing.

This is my favorite chapter so far, and I'll update super soon I think as a sort of apology. Expect Yamato or Ken next.