Recap: (Kamenosuke) What a waste of time. All this fighting is stupid. Pride and anger overtook the others and they almost caused Davis's death! Thank god my cousin's friend, Naruto, saved him at the bridge. Naruto demanded they leave Davis alone until they made up. It was like watching Choji going on a diet if he's want to get fit.

A week later, Jun made Davis go out with me and Keenan to get him to relax. We literally dragged him to the park, kicking and screaming all the way. He's a lively guy! The cloud-watching worked like a charm. It got him to relax. I told him it would be a waste of time to only befriend him for popularity and we got a real friendship out of it.

Then we woke Keenan up with a blowhorn. It was hilarious! And then Davis got his own protégé, a hot-blooded boy named Mikey Kudo and we played soccer with him.

But after we woke up from a nap, Davis and Veemon were gone! No way would he ditch us! We found a book in his place by some German guy.

Jun is gonna kill me and Keenan for losing him. Great.

New Cast Ages:

13: Ahiru

14: Pika, Lillie

15: Rue, Femio

16: Mytho

17: Fakir, Autor

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, Naruto, Xiaolin Showdown, the Mummy or Princess Tutu. I do not own the ballet 'Swan Lake', the Lake in the Moonlight suite by Tchaikovsky, Work It Out by Lightbulb Thieves, and It's My Turn Now by Keke Palmer. All credits go to the record companies, songwriters and singers.

Arc 3: Chapter 4

~Digital~

{Cue Lake in the Moonlight by Tchaikovsky, from Swan Lake}

A figure clothed in a multi-coloured cloak eyed the soundly unconscious maroon-headed boy and his blue lizard inside the clockwork window, his old rocking chair creaking loudly.

"Okay, my dear boy…" He stroked his long white bread, his grin growing more manically bigger. "You may seem like a happy child, but underneath that smile lays a broken soul caused by marvellous tragedies."

Voices from inside Davis's mind echoed, coming from his memories. Echoes too soft to make out what they were wailing about, but one could hear the sadness and hurt in the haunted voices.

"Now allow me to use those tragedies to my pleasure…"

Mad laughter echoed louder than the voices. The scene faded to a blue hall, with a figure wearing a tutu, dancing forcedly by an unknown force while Davis floated down…

Brown eyes fluttered open, squinting at bright sunlight. Groggily, he sat up. Veemon awoke with a yawn. Davis looked around him. Last time he checked, he was on a glassy hill. This time, he was in a field instead. There was a mist so thick he could cut a knife through it.

"Where are we?" He wondered out loud. He and Veemon made their way through the thick fog, trying to figure out where are they.

After they went under an arch, the partners discovered a sight of old-fashioned stony buildings and orange-topped houses, all closely sticking together.

Davis stared bewildered at the town in front of him. "Veemon, we're not in Odaiba anymore…"

He looked down at his boots, wondering if he should take the first step. He knew the chances of danger and had to be cautious, but if he wanted to get back home, he had to face whatever danger.

Just when he took two slow steps forward, he was immediately thrown down by a force, hitting him fast and unexpected. He groaned underneath the wiggling weight that was on top of him.

"I'm so sorry!"

He opened his eyes. His brown met big, deeply expressive pools of royal blue. He scrambled back up to his feet, lifting the weight up with him and discovered the weight was a young girl. Those deep blue eyes peered down at him as he held the girl high up, taking a view of her. She was as light as a feather.

The girl's shining eyes were framed with a long, sleek eyelash each, blinking in confusion. She was cute looking, long sunny orange hair in a braid falling down her entire body ending with a fluffy tip and a spiky fringe with a tall strand stubbornly sticking up. Her skin was coloured as rich vanilla with a pink blush at her cheeks. She wore a cool grey private school's uniform dress with a white front and a bell-shaped skirt with a blue stripe on the hem, a matching poufy-shouldered cropped blazer with a white sailor collar, frilly white socks and black tap shoes. Upon her chest gleamed a ruby pendant. Davis couldn't help but stare at her. She looked so much like…

"Uh…hi?" The girl squeaked. "Can you please put me down?"

He snapped out of his staring and blushed. "Oh sorry!" He set her down and scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "I'm new here."

A big, sunny smile that can rival his warm smiles dawned on the girl's face. "I can see." She picked at his vest. He wasn't wearing his DigiWorld clothes. "Your clothes are very different. Are they Italian?"

"Ah…no."

The girl smiled, surprising Davis by the waves of sunny light she gave off. "I'm Ahiru Arima."

He smiled back. "I'm Davis Motomiya." He looked around him. "What is this place?"

"Gold Crown Town."

"Gold Crown Town? Where's that in Japan?"

"Ja- what?"

Davis snapped his surprised expression at her confusion. "You never of Japan?"

"No." Then her attention was quickly captured by Veemon, who was behind Davis. He smiled and giggled as she cooed. "Hi here, Mr Lizard!"

Davis was stuttering with shock while Ahiru bent down and patted Veemon. "Hey, he's not a Lizard! He's a Digimon!"

Ahiru looked up at him innocently. "What is a Digimon?"

That freaked him out. "Oh great! I'm in another world!"

"Wait a minute!" Ahiru hopped up. "You mean you came from outside the walls? Did Drosselmeyer send you here?"

Davis's shocked expression changed to quizzed. "Drah…sid…major?"

"Drah-sel-my-yer!" Ahiru corrected. "He controls everything." She waved her arms, suggesting the whole town. "He controls the fates of every soul in this town. Gold Crown Town is a place where stories and reality live together."

"Stories? Like fairytales?"

She nodded. "It's not strange to find animals as people here. That's why I thought your Gigimon was a lizard."

"Di-Gi-Mon!" Davis corrected in the same fashion as she did before, making her giggle. He thought of something else. "I think I heard of Bra-sid-major."

"IT IS DROSSELMEYER!" The flamboyant storyteller yelled from his rocking chair. The mirror played the scene of Davis and Ahiru. "That boy better reveal his tragedies or else I'm screwed!"

"Drosselmeyer." Ahiru corrected again. "He's a storywriter and controls everything with his writing."

"He's the guy who wrote The Prince and The Raven." Davis realized something. "He's supposed to be dead!"

"Well…"

"AAIII!" Veemon piercingly screamed when something grabbed his tail, causing him to jump.

"GAH!" Davis yelped.

The action greatly surprised Ahiru but her reaction was greatly surprising… "QUACK!"

"Ahiru!" Davis cried as Ahiru suddenly vanished before his eyes. Her clothes fell into a pile on the ground. He caught her necklace, taking a second to gaze at the red ruby, and then peered down. Something moved in Ahiru's dress, moving to the collar. Davis was surprised to see a little yellow duck with a long feather on its head and big blue eyes. "What the?"

"Quack…" The little duckling quacked sheepishly.

Veemon shook off whatever was grasping his tail. It was a small, toddler-like marionette puppet with short pastel-green hair, in a white/red dress with a red tulip on the chest and yellow frills on the shoulders, red/purple-striped bloomers, and small light-purple flat shoes.

The childlike puppet beat her little drum with her drumsticks. "Ducky-lucky-zura!"

The duckling glared at the doll.

"Ahiru?" Davis picked her up, staring wide-eyed, bewildered. He saw a lot of strange thing but this was different. Besides, he doubts it's connected to Digimon. "Is that you?"

Ahiru the duck nodded. "Quack."

The puppet girl came up to them, holding a jug of water. "You need water-zura!"

Ahiru immediately protested, quacking frantically. "Quack, quack, quack!"

But the doll threw the water at them, soaking the pair. In a flash, a stark naked girl appeared in Davis's arms. The both of them blushed madly. He set her down and turned around, hiding his red face.

"This is so humiliating!" Ahiru said, putting her clothes on.

"You're telling me!" Davis replied, not looking.

Once dressed, Ahiru frowned at the adorable puppet. "Uzura, you can't throw water at me when I'm with a boy! It's not nice!"

"It was funny-zura!" The little girl banged her drum while giggling, making Ahiru slump.

"Is it safe now?" Davis asked.

"Yeah."

Davis turned back around. His red face turned back to caramel and was creased in curiosity. "What was that about?"

"I kinda have my own story." She bashfully said.

Suddenly the sky turned dark and thunder stroke. Ahiru didn't quack by the sudden terrible weather but she did jump at Davis, hugging him tight as she whimpered, burying her face in his chest. He was taken aback, but he nonetheless wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a protective embrace. Figuring out she's scared of thunderstorms by another sudden jump, he led her to under the arch. She pulled away once she calmed down, smiling at him and gratitude expressing in her big eyes.

"Here's your necklace." Davis handed her back her necklace and she put back on. Their eyes caught and they stared deeply, feeling a familiar connection…

A scream alerted them, snapping them out of their trance. A flock of squawking black birds were madly attacking something, causing screams from the poor victim.

Impulsively, Davis ran out, yelling while waving his arms like crazy. "Hey birdbrains!" He punched the ravens, defending the person. "Scam! Beat it! Buzz off!"

The ravens flew off and Davis knelt down. The unfortunate person was a girl his age and wearing the same uniform as Ahiru. Her long, rich dark-brown hair covered her pale face in full waves. Her pale skin was bearing scratches and bruises. The girl's tall legs wobbled as Davis pulled her up. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing orbs of rich dark red. A blush formed on her whitish face when she met face with Davis, his warm smile and dazzling eyes made her heart beat faster.

He smiled comfortingly, making her knees buckle.

An evil laugh made them look up. A boy was laughing maliciously at them, his pale red eyes glinting just as malicious. His white hair shone with silver highlights and styled in layers looking like feathers. His lean body was worn in a black suit with long, frilled shoulders and grey wings on his back. In so many ways, he reminded Davis of Waki Midorikawa (from Arc 1: Chapter 1).

"Mytho!"

Davis turned and saw Ahiru's leaping figure engulfed in bright light. Her glowing figure changed, growing longer. In a burst of white feathers, Ahiru sprung over him and the girl, landing perfectly graceful on her feet in front of Mytho. She was no longer a gawky little girl…she was a beautiful and elegant ballerina. Her tangy-orange was short to her chin with fluffy white feathers taking the bottom half, although her stubborn strand still stuck up, and a small gold crown sat on top of her head. She was standing tall on pointe in light-pink pointe slippers. Her body was presented with a spotless white dress with a modest strapless V-neck top, with a light-pink tutu underneath, as well as small light-green wings at the back, four blue long strings falling behind her like tails, white puffs on her arms, and gold beaded bracelets on her wrists. Her necklace was decorated like a butterfly with the red gem in the centre.

"What happened to her!?"

The girl narrowed her crimson eyes. "She became Princess Tutu." She spat the name out with venom.

"Princess Tutu?" 'Princess Tutu' suited her because she was a tutu but he felt so protective of Ahiru, he kept panicking over the possibilities of her getting hurt. "Ah, heck, I'm still calling her Ahiru. Ahiru! What are you doing?"

{Cue Work It Out by Lightbulb Thieves, from StreetDance 3D}

(Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies suite from 'The Nutcracker')

Ahiru aka Princess Tutu didn't say anything but engaged in a fight/ballet dance with Mytho. Princess Tutu pleaded to Mytho, trying to talk peacefully with him, but the Prince of Crows rebuked her pleads and cruelly slashed his sword at him. Thankfully, she avoided the swings.

Davis watched the dangerous dance and, unable to watch Ahiru struggle any longer, he stood up. But then the music changed to hiphop, confusing everyone.

Ah

People stop and stare, don't be scared, don't you dare run

Freaky F**king hair, skinny jeans, the ones with the 3 stripes on

"What is this language?" The girl asked, her voice sounding breathless, taken aback by the lively chanting.

"It's Rap!" Davis told her before jogging off. "Sounds like gangsta Shakespeare!"

Mans who stand on road, holla out, what's your postcode

Watching me with daggers, ballerinas busting swagga

Swagga swagga

Princess Tutu turned, a shocked soft gasp escaping her mouth when she heard and saw Davis charging. Mytho snarled in irritation.

Hey oh

If we got beef, were gonna mash it, mash it with style and fashion

Hey oh

If we got beef, were gonna take it, take it to da old skool

Davis slid on his knees, narrowly dodging Mytho's sword.

He grimaced. "Boy, I wish I have my katana with me!"

Dance in a dancehall, battle wid a dancer, take away the beef and deal with ya anger

"Hang on, Davish!" Veemon called, coming in.

Davis ducked repeatedly as Mytho tried swinging his sword at him.

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

Work swagga

"Davis!" Princess Tutu cried.

Ah

It's the same old story, just shootin for the glory

We can always settle the matter without a single shot

Mytho viciously attacked Davis and Veemon, trying to strike them. But the partners were too quick for him.

Fired out in anger, coz of what you haven't really got

Let's just stop the nonsense, Mans just stop the fronting

Let's just take it out, Work it out on the dance floor

Let's just take it out, Work it out on the dance floor

Eventually, Mytho struck Veemon down with a shove. Davis got distracted by concern for Veemon and got knocked down. He raised his sword above, ready to hit Davis…

"No!" Princess Tutu screamed.

Suddenly Mytho's sword was knocked out of his hands by a force slamming at his side.

Davis stared up at his saviour. "Whoa…"

Hey oh, If we got beef, were gonna mash it, mash it with style and fashion

Hey oh, if we got beef, were gonna take it, take it to da old skool

His saviour turned to him. It was the girl he saved! Her chalk-white face was washed out of feeling yet her crimson eyes shined a tiny spark of emotion to him.

"My name is Rue…but for now…I am Princess Kraehe."

Hey oh, If we got beef, were gonna mash it, Mash it with style and fashion

Hey oh, if we got beef, were g'wan take it, Take it to da old skool

Princess Kraehe was alike yet different to Princess Tutu. She was a beautiful ballerina, but her new appearance was…alluring and seductive. Her thin, tall figure appeared lissom in a black strapless dress with a tutu of black feathers underneath and a V-neck that was daringly plunging deep, sexily showing a great but also not slutty amount of skin. Her longs legs and dainty feet were adorned in black tights that made her legs a brown a shade lighter than her hair and black pointe slippers. Also, she was bare of any jewellery, although she had red lipstick. However, her full hair was pulled up in a hairstyle similar to Princess Tutu, with a feather-like piece of hair sticking up at the top of her head.

Dance in a dancehall Battle wid a dancer, take away the beef and deal with ya anger

She offered a hand to him, arching her figure forward as she did so. When he took the offer, she helped him up and ended up pulling him up against her. They both stiffened as their chests met. She found herself drawn to his natural warmth…

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

Swagga, Swagga

"Look out!" Davis pushed her away when Mytho lunged at them, sword at the ready.

"Davis!" Princess cried again and this time, she leapt to his side.

Uh, if you're not from y endz boy, don't move blud, dont try to blend

Coz were not the ones to mix cuz, don't do that son bounce out of here

What you really need to know is, you're not ready for tha showbiz

You can't move, you ain't cut, you ain't smoove blud

She grabbed his hand, pulling him away from another fight. She tried to do a Pas de deux* with Mytho but she found more attention for Davis, who was clumsily stumbling with the mix of ballet dancing.

You're not hot like my end is

You're not hot like my end is

You're not hot like my end is

You're not hot like my end is

Eventually, he made up of his lack of ballet dancing for his capoeira moves, taking the spotlight from the Prince of Crows. The princesses watched her with eyes shining with enchantment. Mytho snarled in irritation

Uh

Hey oh, if we got beef, were gonna mash it, mash it with style and fashion

Hey oh, if we got beef, were gonna rock it, rock it to da old skool

Having fun, Davis grabbed Princess Tutu's hand, pulling her into his dance. She hesitated but the pair of them blended perfectly and created a mixture of energetic and elegant dancing.

Hey oh, if we got beef, were gonna mash it, mash it with style and fashion

Hey oh, if we got beef, were g'wan take it, take it to da old skool

And then Mytho broke them apart, diving through them, snarling jealously at Davis. Kraehe leaped in, aiding Davis against Mytho.

Dance in a dancehall, Battle wid a dancer, take away the beef and deal with ya anger

Back to back, Princess Tutu and Kraehe kept their contrasting emotions to themselves, for the sake of Davis, who burst his lively dance moves in the spotlight.

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

We can maybe work it out

Giving up on getting anything done, Mytho ran off as the hiphop song begun to end. Davis watched him go.

Work, work

Coz were not the ones to mix cuz, don't do that son bounce out of here

Work, work

Coz were not the ones to mix cuz, don't do that son bounce out of here

Work, work

Coz were not the ones to mix cuz, don't do that son bounce out of here

As soon the music faded to a stop, the two princesses of Ballet transformed back to their cute schoolgirls selves and dropped to their knees, exhausted from dancing. Davis helped them up, gently pulling them up by the hand. Both girls smiled fondly at him, but when their eyes met, Rue's orbs narrowed, her face creased in a mean frown.

"See what you created." She hissed. Ahiru stumbled back a bit, her big eyes expressing hurt. Rue turned to Davis, her eyes shining a rare emotion and then she walked off, mysteriously disappeared into thin air by the mist.

"Ahiru…" Davis said very gently. "What does she mean by that?"

Ahiru sighed, her voice heavy with woe. "It's my fault that he's evil."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story."

"I don't mind."

The little girl looked up at him, radiating a warm, golden aura. She smiled smallish and told her tale. "Like I said earlier, Gold Crown Town is controlled. This town is surrounded by a large wall. You can't go over or dig under. There is no way out or in. It's all for the story."

"What story?"

"How you heard of The Prince and The Raven?"

"Yeah!" Then he lowered his head, eyes casted down. "Yeah…"

The girl noticed but decided to question later. "Well, Mytho is Prince Siegfried. He shattered his heart in order to seal the Raven. But because the story is left unfinished, their battle continues. Mytho became a student at the academy, prossessing no memory of his past life. I saw him in my story and I wanted to make him happy so much, Drosselmeyer gave me my pendant so as Princess Tutu, I can gather his lost heart shards. When I gave him most of his heart back…" She stopped, croaking to the verge of crying. Out of comfort and concern, Davis grabbed her hand, giving her strength to go on. "He developed feelings that hurt him, like anger and sadness and…and…" Davis squeezed her hand tenderly. Her bottom lip quivered. "Kraehe soak the shard of love in raven blood and I gave him it by accident and made him into a cruel, malicious prince of crows!" Utterly upset, she lunged at Davis, clinging onto his while she cried.

Davis wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in his warmth. His hand rubbed the back of her head, smoothing her braid. Her smaller built figure nestled against his bigger body. At a view, with the two in a protective and tender embrace, it looked sweet in a non-romantic way…

Then Davis whispered to her. "That sounds like what happened to my best friend, Ken. Ahiru…it wasn't your fault. He's only evil because he has the Raven's blood flowing inside of him."

"Which I gave him."

"It was Kraehe!" His voice went to normal/loud. "She made it worse by giving him the crow's blood!"

"Raven."

"Whatever!"

This time, Ahiru took his hands, acting as determined as him. "Something brought you here, Davis. Fate, destiny…"

"A portal." His blunt response made her giggle. He stared at her, even more surprised by how sunny she was. It reminded him so much of-

Ahiru snapped her head to the side, eyes blinking at something she saw. "Fakir?"

Curious, Davis looked in her direction and saw a boy staring at him and Ahiru, hard yet fierce. He was as tall and old as Tai, and really handsome with long satiny dark-green/blackish hair in a low ponytail, velvety olive skin, and sharp emerald-green eyes, which were narrowed and glinting. He looked like a lone knight, wearing a white puffy shirt, a brown vest on top with a dark-brown belt with a gold buckle around his waist, long black pants tucked into black boots, a sword in a black sheath on his hip, and a maroon cloak draped around his broad shoulders.

"Fei-kur?" Davis pronounced. "This town got some weird names."

Fakir sharpened his eyes more and stalked forward. His hand shot out and grasped Ahiru's shoulder. "Ahiru…" He pulled her possessively close. Davis eyed him, equally tensely. "Strange things are happening."

"Strange? A girl who can turn into a duck and a princess, a cruel prince, a ballet dance sequence count?" Davis remarked sarcastically.

A dangerous growl rumbled from Fakir's throat. "No. Stranger than usual for the past couple of weeks."

Ahiru nodded. "Yeah…" She whimpered as Davis and Fakir shared a streak of fire through their eyes, heated by intense hostility. Knowing Fakir's possessiveness (but not his jealousy!), she attempted a friendly introduced. "Fakir, this is Davis. And Davis, this is Fakir."

The two boys grumbled.

"Aren't you're on parole?" Ahiru asked Fakir, her attention completely on him.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" He retorted.

Horror dawned on her. "Quack!"

Within a second, she turned into a duck again. Davis yelped and bent down, gathering up her clothes.

"Idiot." Fakir sighed, bending down and picking her pendant.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Davis snapped.

Both boys laid a gentle hand on Ahiru's small back, instantly their heads snapped up and their eyes stared more hostility. Then Fakir's slowly slipped away and Davis quickly picked her up. Fakir handed him and he snatched it.

"Get her to the academy." Fakir said sternly, and then he walked off.

"Aren't you coming?" Davis questioned. He didn't know the way to the academy and doesn't speak 'duck'.

The young man stopped and looked over his shoulder. "I'm on parole. It means I'm suspended from school."

With that snarky remark, he stalked off, disappearing from sight.

Davis scoffed, offensive. "Geez! You don't need to be so crude!" He turned on his heels and walked off in a fast, angry pace. "He's as bad as my dad!"

"Poor little duckling…" Drosselmeyer mocked at the close-up of Ahiru in Davis's arms. Grinning callously, he took out a pen and paper, and started writing a new story.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful swan that had a family of three eggs with the cob she love. But the youngest egg, not hatched yet, was taken away and born in a place where she was shunned for her uncommon appearance. She wanders away in sadness and find abuse wherever she went.

The storywriter laughed as he finished the story with a question.

Will the little duckling ever find her true family?

{Cue It's My Turn Now by Keke Palmer, from Jump In}

Back in Davis' world, Kari leaned on a dressing table, looking at her reflection. She was wearing her ballet gear. She stared intensely at her reflection. She may look sweet and delicate, but her expression was hard and her heart was strong.

"Ready, Kari?" Annalise asked, coming in from the changing room's door. She looked stunning in a blue figure-hugging one-shoulder top with a panel of long sassy tassels along the front, black shorts, slightly baggy white socks and black sporty trainers.

Kari pushed herself off the desk. Her face graced fierce and determination. "Yeah!"

What

Huh

Huh, huh, huh

My turn

Oh, oh, oh, whoa

Huh

Come on!

Oh, oh, oh, whoa

The two girls entered a dark hall, illumined with sunlight shining down from the ceiling windows.

"Let's go!" Annalise exclaimed. Kari stood a few steps behind her, ready to follow her every move. "1, 2, 3, 4!"

Kari: This time for real,

Tired of playin it safe

Inside I feel I've got what it takes

To prove to the world

Who I really can be

I know for sure

There's no stoppin' me

For warm-ups, they started with skipping. Annalise tested Kari's speed. The young brunette was skipping lightning fast!

Quartz and Gatomon did some skipping together, although they got tangled up by accident.

No time to wait on the side

Watchin it all pass me by

I'm gonna be in the game

Watch me play it

Next was yoga and meditation. As she meditated, Kari saw an image of a girl with long black hair in a white gown in her mind…

I'm commin' with it ya know

Let's get to start in the show

Turn up the lights hit the stage

No more waitin'

Kari grinned as Annalise set up a punching bag. Now it's serious.

Once Annalise had the bag up, Kari lunged and punched with all of her growing strength, pushing her mentor back from the sudden impact. Despite feeling a little dizzy, Annalise regained her balance and heartedly laughed at Kari's enthusiasm.

It's my turn now

And you know that I'm ready

It's my turn now

Yeah I'm strong and I'm steady

Kari attacked the punching bag, fusing her anger, jealousy and dedication into her fists.

Break down the wall

Gonna go for real

It's my time gonna shine

Show you how

Because it's my turn now

Annalise grabbed Kari around the waist and carried her away from the beaten bag. Kari wiggled in her clutches, making both of them laugh.

Oh, oh

What

Oh, oh

I'm in my groove

Now I'm havin some fun

I know what to do (what to do)

And how to get it done

Before they start with ballet, Annalise corrected Kari's position, shifting and straightened her limbs.

Do my thing

Double time

And there's no more than that

Make it good

Make it right

Hear the crowd react

Kari copied Annalise's elegant moves, slowly, carefully and graceful.

No time to wait on the side

Watchin it all pass me by

I'm gonna be in the game

Watch me play it

I'm comin' with it ya know

Let's get to start in the show

Turn up the lights hit the stage

No more waitin'

The dancing helped her find inner strength and in her mind, on the way of discovery, she ran into her inner demons, her past mistakes, her anger and jealousy, and her connection to the dark ocean.

It's my turn now

And you know that I'm ready

It's my turn now

Yeah I'm strong and I'm steady

Break down the wall

Gonna go for real

It's my time gonna shine

Show you how

Because it's my turn now

Annalise left the gym to get water, leaving Kari alone to continue her intense training. Her strong will to get strong kept her going.

It's my turn now

In my heart I believe it

If I can see how

I can live what I'm dreamin'

(I'm ready oh!)

I understand

Now I know who I am

It's my chance

Gonna dance

Play it loud

Because it's my turn now

Kari stopped, her eyes casting on a dartboard and feather-tipped darts. A rack of martial arts equipment stood close by.

What

My turn now

Oh, oh, oh, oh

My turn!

The next minute, Kari was throwing darts. Her aim was still weak and she kept missing the damn board! Growling frustratingly, she refused to give up and kept throwing dart after dart. Eventually with each throw, her aim got better, her arms swinging fast and strong, with a dart hitting the bull's eye!

1, 2, now I do

Just what I've always wanted to

3, 4 do some more

Everything you ever wanted

And been waitin' for

Now Kari was swinging a pair of nunchucks* swiftly around her body.

Gatomon had an expression of great disbelief that her girl was a different person.

It's my turn now

And you know that I'm ready

It's my turn now

Yeah I'm strong and I'm steady

Break down the wall

Gonna go for real

It's my time gonna shine

Show you how

Because it's my turn now

Kari went back to her dancing, moving like professional Annalise but in her own style, which was faster and more zealous, matching her strong will.

It's my turn now

In my heart I believe it

If I can see how

I can live what I'm dreamin'

I understand

Now I know who I am

It's my chance

Gonna dance

Play it loud

Because it's my turn now!

She dropped to a perfect spilt and threw her head back, whipping her short, damp hairdo across her face. She stared at her mentor (who happened to saw her personal training) for a long moment, searching for a conclusion about her process.

Annalise pondered over her little protégé's results, and then nodded with approval with a smile. "You're ready."

Kari nodded back.

"Kari," Annalise slowly walked around her while keeping her eyes on her. "Tell me what you learnt in the past week."

"Inner strength lies within. Anna?"

"Yes?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Switching from 'teacher' to 'big sister', Annalise immediately sat beside her, wrapping arms around her. "Of course."

"I have mixed feelings for Davis." At that confession, black eyebrows flew up to the hairline. "I started seeing him in a new light after he made his big adventure and he and Kokoro got together. I couldn't help but want me with him instead of her."

"You're just confused. I have the same problem with your brother. I may compete in a lot of things but I won't compete against another girl whom I know he'll always favour."

"You mean Sora? Anna, Tai's crazy about you but he needs to get over her."

"I guess…Enough about me. Are you ok? You feel stronger?"

Kari pondered. She still had some more demons to conquer and come to terms about her muddling feelings for Davis. She came to the conclusion that she has no chance of breaking up DaiKoro and remembered there was one person she could give a chance…

* Pas de deux is a ballet duet.

* Nunchucks are a joined pair of weapons originating from Okinawa Island, consisting of two sticks connected at one end by a short chain or rope.