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To all of the people that have been making demands in the reviews:
1) I don't give a damn if I'm dragging my feet with this story; actually, that's the way I wanted it originally. I wanted to see if I could write a story that would be over 100 pages long, and to tell you the truth, I'm very close to doing just that.
2) Yes, the rating IS PG-13. I believe that rating covers my ass enough for this fic, considering I use foul language and adult situations. Don't ask me to change it to an R because you're a prude.
3) Everyone is right. Cody's plotline is running way too long...and too sneaky. I'm not letting anyone know what happens to him, and that's not good, because then no once can know. (Except for that one person who guessed it...) I will be writing his part clearer in the future, so watch out for that.
4) On the "technical problems" (their age) of TK and Kari's consummation of their relationship: I don't remember learning in sex class that your genitals form at age 16. Those two wacky kids have the right "equipment" (excuse me for being blunt) for the job, and their age has no bearing on their physical capabilities. (But I won't say if they actually DO it or not...)
I'm very pleased that no one has Jun-bashed my reviews yet. ^_^ Are we finally accepting that she exists and is not the devil spawn trying to corrupt our Matt? We accept? Thank you. I'm suprised that more people dislike me badmouthing Yolei. But, just for the record, I love Yolei. Not in the ambiguous "I wanna be sisters" way, but I love her enough not to let her get hurt in this story. Well...not toohurt.
As for if this story wil be Sorato or Taiora, Kenyako or Daiyako, Mimou or Mimato (where are you getting THAT from???), I'm not telling. I think you're all just going to have to wait until the end of the story.
- wakaba-chan
"What about this one?" I stood in front of a full-length mirror at Fashion Creation in the Odaiba Mall, holding a navy blue taffeta dress in front of my body. I turned towards my would-be fashion critic...who had taken it upon himself to fall asleep while sitting on a bench inside the store. Frowning, I kicked the leg on the bench roughly, rudely rousing my little brother, who woke up with a startled jump. I smirked as I watched him squint in annoyance and confusion, and thrust the dress in front of him. "What do you think?" I demanded, more than asked. Davis yawned loudly, and looked up at me with an annoyed glance. "I think I want to go home, June," he said flatly. Okay, I'll say it. He was completely ticking me off. I pursed my lips angrily, and took the dress back, scrutinizing it once again in the mirror. "I think this dress is nice," I said, mostly to myself because I knew Davis wasn't listening at all to what I had to say. "It really tones down the red in my hair, and I think it'll go nicely with the mirrored ball and lights the dance committee set up in the gym." I turned to Davis again, demanding his opinion...and it had better been the same as mine. "It's perfect, isn't it, Davis?" Davis sighed, and rested his head on his hand. "Too flouncy," he said. "What's with all that puffy material?" "It's tulle," I said, repressing the urge to smack my brother upside the head. Why, out of all people, did I have to drag him with me to pick out a dress for the Youth Day Dance? Davis shrugged. "Well, I don't like it," he declared. "And I bet that tulle stuff is itchy." I rolled my eyes at my little brother. "You obviously have no fashion sense," I said, stating the obvious. Saying that my brother had no fashion sense was like saying the Tokyo Tower wasn't that tall. I looked him up and down, from his dull brown cargo shorts to his ugly yellow wristbands to the coup de grace, the hideously large goggles strapped above his forehead. It was a wonder that I was even allowing myself to be seen with this fashion disaster in the mall. Davis sighed impatiently. "Can we go yet?" he whined. I shook my head. "I have to pay for the dress first, and then -" I pointed at him, causing him to jump in his seat, "you have to go and buy a suit." I heard him groan mournfully, and deliberately to try to embarrass me in the store. "Why can't we just not buy me a suit and say we did?" He said, standing up from the bench in protest. I shook my head again. "You're getting a suit for tonight, little brother," I insisted. "And I don't want to hear anymore of your whining, you got me?" Davis crossed his arms in front of his chest. I swear, I thought people were supposed to grow out of temper tantrums. "I can't believe you're doing this to me," he mumbled, as I led him - nearly pulling him by force - over to the cash register, along with my perfect dress for the dance. "Just because I have a date to the dance -" "It's not just any date to the dance, Davis," I said excitedly. "It's your first date to the Youth Day dance. That's a big thing, whether you like it or not." And, as I received my change from the cashier, Davis resisted even more to being pulled out of the store and into the Suits by Kyouchi shop across the hall. I wanted Davis to have a wonderful time at this Youth Day Dance; last year, he had such a bad time, since his friends Yolei and Ken didn't show up, and Kari and T.K. went to the dance as a couple. He had hung around me the whole time, and he didn't have any fun at all for his first Youth Day Dance ever. I wanted him to actually enjoy himself this time, and it was all for the better that he had a date to go with this year, though he hasn't told me who it is yet. And if this girl wanted him to wear a suit, as he has been complaining about for the past twenty four hours, then he will be wearing a suit. Planning and thinking about Davis's first date for the Youth Day Dance was making me think of my own date; the blind one, that is. I kept wondering if this was going to be a real drag or not - was I setting myself up to be disappointed, or was I underestimating this geeky sophomore Sora told me so little about? I sighed, and absently curled a lock of my unruly red hair around my finger. If only I was a little more good-looking, then I could get a guy. If only I didn't have the reputation of being a tease and the school tramp, as the ever-so-malevolent Michelle and the "cool crowd" of senior girls claimed I was. If only... As I dragged Davis across the mall's corridor to the men's suit shop, something distracted Davis and caught him from the corner of his eye, and he stopped fidgeting momentarily. "Hey," he said, pointing to his right. "Look who it is." I looked in the direction where he was pointing, and saw a girl with dyed pink hair walking out of the Virgin Megastore, alone. I immediately recognized the girl as someone from the school, but I didn't really know her personally. All I knew was that she was one of Michelle's cronies - I heard she used to be from New York - and that turned me off to talking to her right away. "Come on, let's go," I said to Davis, grabbing hold of his arm and trying to pull him away, but my brother, who must either be as dumb as a post or have a huge amount of wax in his ears, didn't hear me, and waved over to the pink haired girl. "Hey!" He shouted to the girl. "Hey, Mimi! Over here, it's Davis!" The girl looked at both of us as if we were crazy, or stalkers, or maybe both. I smacked my hand against my forehead and shook my head depressingly. Why did my brother have to make a scene in some shape or form everywhere we went? Much to my surprise, the popular girl smiled after a second of recognition, and started walking towards us down the long path. "That's Mimi Tachikawa," Davis said to me before she approached. "She goes to our school." I gave him a quizzical look. "And just how do you know her?" I asked. "Well, she's a former Digi..." I heard Davis taper off, and then he changed his story entirely, for erasons I didn't really understand. What was a Digi, anyway? "She's just a friend." "Hi, Davis," the pink haired girl said cheerfully when she arrived. "I haven't seen you in a long time. How are you?" She asked, to which my brother just nodded and laughed. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe that Davis Motomiya and I were actually related. "And...'V'?" she questioned. My brother nodded affirmatively, and I just stared blankly at the both of them. Was I missing something? It always happend when Davis is with his friends; they sound like they're talking a different language. Why don't I ever get what they're all talking about? "Mimi," Davis said. "I'd like you to meet June, my older sister. She's a junior at Odaiba High." "Nice to meet you," I said, outstretching my hand. At least he didn't get the introduction wrong. "You, too," I said back. I squinted, analyzing June's face. I could swear I knew everyone at Odaiba High, but June's face just didn't look familiar to me. It was strange; I usually knew all of the DigiDestined's families, even Yolei's crazy older siblings. But for some reason, June just didn't ring a bell. "I don't think I've seen you around school, June," I said, giving her a questioning look. "Where do you hang around, usually?" "Oh, I usually eat my lunch in the library," she said, and I smiled and nodded, mulling it over in my head. Hmmm...her name is June, and she hangs out in the library...I didn't know if it was her, but Michelle and the other senior girls had told me about a June girl - junior, I think - who was a real slut, and had once gone out with Roger Ohtori before I moved back here. I wasn't sure if this was the same June, but I wasn't going to straight out ask her, and disrespect both her and Davis at the same time. "Mimi's going to the dance with Roger Ohtori, June," Davis sad in a mocking manner, to which June responded with a roll of her eyes and a quick shove to her younger brother. So, she was the same June. She didn't seem all that slutty to me...sure, I remembered her hanging around backstage at some of Matt's band's concerts - some of the many that Michelle had dragged me to - but she didn't seem any worse than any of the other girls there. I knew that Michelle exaggerated a lot, and she probably spread that rumor about June just because she was mad at her. I instantly grew a heavier dislike for Michelle and the "cool crowd": they were embarrassing this girl for probably no reason at all. And she seemed nice enough. June gave me a sly, yet knowing, smile. "So, you're his next 'lucky lady,'" she said, and I rolled my eyes in amusement, recognizing the famous line Roger seemed to use on all of his girlfriends. "What did it take for you to get that hunk of beef?" I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to tell her that I hung out with the very same girls that were slandering her all around school. "She used to live in New York," Davis said for me, matter-of-factly. Hmmph. Well, I could have said that for myself. June smiled warmly - I'm really starting to like this girl - but then her face took on a serious expression. "Look, Mimi," she said in a tone that made me pay close attention. "You seem nice enough, and I don't want to scare you or anything, but...watch out for Roger, all right?" I creased my brow in confusion, even though I had the inkling that I knew what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Roger can be a little...aggressive at times," she said seriously. "He doesn't like to take no for an answer, some of the time." June pulled me closer to her, and spoke in a lower tone so that no one passing could hear. "Believe me, I've been through the typhoon that is Roger Ohtori, and I know what I'm talking about. Trust me on this one." "Do you mean..." I trailed off, then looked around us, searching for any prying ears. There were none; aside from the three of us, the mall was completely empty of people, except for an old couple down the hall in the food court. Everyone probably went straight home from school this afternoon - something that, even back when I lived here, was tough to get done - and were already getting ready for the dance. I whispered in her ear, almost ashamed to ask. "Did he force you to...you know..." June nodded solemnly, and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. "Well, not really," she said, seeing that I was majorly freaking out over this. I mean, sure, I wanted to go with Roger to the dance; what sixteen year old wouldn't? But was I going to be in trouble if I did? "I mean, I wasn't really sure if I had wanted to when we did," she began, "but Roger can be very persuasive when he wants to be. And when he wants sex, he is very persuasive." "EEW!" My head shot up, and both June and I looked towards the noise, seeing a very disgusted Davis making a face at his sister's comment. "Like I really wanted to hear about my sister having sex," he said sarcastically. "Do Mom and Dad know?" June rolled her eyes again and swatted at the younger boy. I could really see now how having a little brother like Davis can really get on your nerves. I was just glad my parents only had one child. "They won't know," she said assertively, "if you don't tell them. Or maybe I'll just slip out you have that really smelly, disgusting pet in your room, that I know they don't know about." That effectively shut Davis up, and although it didn't occur to me then, since I was trying too much not to laugh out loud at the scene of sibling rivalry, June was talking about DemiVeemon. And I didn't even know she knew Davis was a DigiDestined...maybe she didn't. I hoped she didn't. That would just make things way too compicated. It was hard enough to save the world when you're ten, but try explaining the theory of a shadow dimension to your parents when you don't even understand it. It's pretty tough, I'll tell you what. "Well, come on, June," Davis said stubbornly. "Let's stop talking about your sex life -" he shuddered while saying that, which was pretty funny, "- and go to that stupid suit store." June nodded, and started walking off towards Kyouchi's Suits across the hall. Before she left, she turned back to me, and smiled. "It was nice meeting you, Mimi," she said cheerfully, and I smiled back. "Just remember what I said, okay? Watch out for yourself. Roger's a slick guy; watch out for him, or you might do something you'll regret!" "I won't forget, June," I called back, as the Motomiyas left me alone in the mall to gather my thoughts about a certain blonde senior I was going to the dance with...and a certain blue-haired senior I wasn't. "I definitely won't forget."
Wednesday 16 May
Odaiba Mall
Wednesday 16 May
Odaiba Mall