Wow! Way wicked mad phat hard chapter to write! This will probably be my one and only fic from Ken's POV. He's hard to write as. I'm just not anywhere close to his intelligence and I can't think like he does.
Anywho, this chapter sort of rambles... a lot... Granted all my chapter ramble. Granted I tend to ramble...
Anywho again, I'm really repitive and my vocabulary is very very small. Sorry about that. ^^
And an apology about another thing, I Digi-volved the Digimon by accident. Hehe... oops.
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Tai slammed on the brakes. "Finally!" He exclaimed as we picked ourselves off the floor. "Thought we'd never get here."
Matt flung open his door and hopped outside. "I thought I'd never get here alive."
Tai ignored the comment and opened our door for us. "Everyone out!" He said with a grin. "If you can get out, that is."
TK hopped out, mirroring his brother's movements. "Come on Kari, I'll help you down."
"No, I'll help Kari down!" Davis sprang into action, only to be pulled back down into his seat. "Huh?"
I reached over him and unbuckled our seat belt. "Observe: by pressing this red button, the strap is released and the person is free to leave his or her seat."
Davis sighed, and I turned to see what had upset him. TK and Kari walked towards the beach, their arms looped together and their heads bent as they shared a conversation.
I bit back a curse. "Move it Davis," I snapped, wanting to make him hurt the way that I did, "I don't want to spend my day is this thing."
"Sorry Ken." Davis smiled ruefully and climbed out.
I followed, blinking as I stepped into the beach light. The crash of the waves sang in the warm air, and the salty air stained my lungs. It had been years since I had been to the beach. The last time had been with my brother.
"Okay," Tai stood at the back of the van, "Yolei, bring the umbrella. Kari, you grab the towels. TK, take the volleyball stuff. Sora, you take the beach blanket. Joe and Izzy, you guys take cooler number one. Cody, you take the pails and shovels."
Davis and I wandered over as Tai distributed the work. Everyone, Digimon included, shared the work, and I felt a sudden and strange rush of pride. They had to be the single best group of people on the planet. They all amazed me, each of them was so different from one another, but they fit together like puzzle pieces. And they had accepted me as one of them. That I could never understand.
"Hey Matt, you and me will bring the stereo and music. Davis and Ken, can you guys handle the last cooler?"
"Just how much food did we bring?" Cody's green eyes widened. "Will we be able to eat it all?"
"Look at it this way Cody," Joe said with a grin, "There are twelve of us, and twelve Digimon."
Davis nudged me with his elbow. "Besides, I could finish one of those coolers off by myself."
I chuckled and nudged him back. "I'm sure Kari finds pot-bellies very attractive."
Davis made a face, but laughed with me. I hid a smile, pleased with myself. I loved his laugh; it was light, musical, and honest. Davis never held anything back, and I could trust that his actions and words were true, an admirable trait.
There were those reasons, and then the simple reason that he looked adorable when he laughed.
We each grabbed a handle and hoisted the heavy cooler of the sand. My arms strained from the effort, and I let out a heaving breath in surprise. "I didn't know that food could weigh this much."
Tai and Matt looked over their shoulders. "I made sure to pack bowling balls and bricks," Tai said with a wicked grin, "I thought they'd come in handy."
Davis grunted. "How come we have to carry the heavy one?" He whined as we trudged towards the water. "How come I couldn't carry the towels?"
Hawkmon flew over our heads. "I'll find the perfect spot!" He called as he flapped.
"Let me help!" Biyomon followed close behind him.
"And me!" Tentamon buzzed after her.
Soon, all the Digimon were rushing towards the beach, even Wormmon scuttled as fast as his small legs would take him.
Davis laughed. "Pick out a good spot Veemon!"
"Will do!" His Digimon flashed a smile and a thumbs-up before sliding down a dune.
It was just Davis and me now; the rest of his gang had crossed into the white sand, little figures on an endless stretch of beauty.
I thanked Tai silently for pairing me with Davis, and for giving us the heaviest object to carry. I was alone with him, and every nerve of my body knew it.
"This is so cool."
Jerked from my hazy dreams, I blinked and stared at Davis in surprise. He grinned a crooked grin and his brown eyes flashed.
I stared in wonder. What was he? He was magical, surely, wasn't he? His presence was intoxicating, overly so. He was perfection personified.
And I was sick.
"Yeah, it's cool." I agreed flatly, forcing my eyes to stare at the ocean, a much safer subject of thought.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Davis bite his lip. After a long moment, his hot gaze slid away, and his chocolate iris released me.
"Look," he said as flatly as I had, "There they are. They already set up everything. Tai's waving. I think he's yelling something."
"Probably about our pace."
"Matt's yelling at Tai now."
"And so is Sora." We played this game a lot, if one could call it a game. We'd watch something, anything, be it people, a place, trees, or whatever, and describe it to each other as if the other was blind. It had been a habit of Davis, to observe and chatter, and to those who didn't understand, it was most likely annoying and unnerving. I liked it though, of course, and I had caught on quickly. Davis would add his own thoughts and ideas to the situation usually added wry and improper comments.
How could I not love him?
"'Dammit Tai! How come your hair has so much volume but mine always looks like hat hair?' 'Oh, I don't know Sora, maybe because you do wear hats all the time!'" Davis snickered at his words, a wicked smiling twisting his lips. "And then there's Yolei."
Yolei, his recent topic of torture. Over the past week, he had mercilessly teased her, his motives unclear to even me.
I had once played with the notion that he was jealous of her.
It was a fleeting fancy.
"Right Ken?"
I nodded although I hadn't been listening. "Right," I agreed, hoping that he'd accept my answer.
Davis nodded back at me. "I think my arms are going to fall off," he complained as we closed in on the chosen spot. "And I have sand in my shoes."
We finally reached the blanket. Tai and Matt had set up their stereo and were presently arguing over the radio station. We dropped the cooler and joined his friends.
"It's my stereo." Tai said firmly, "And therefore I should choice what we listen to."
"No, it's my stereo." Matt responded by throwing his arms around the music machine. "I bought it."
"No, I did."
"No you didn't. I did."
Tai inhaled deeply. "No," he said slowly, deliberately, "I bought it."
"Guys!" TK pushed the two apart. "You bought it together! Remember? You decided you'd share it."
I shook my head and turned my attention away from their problems. The waves crashed over their voices and for a moment nothing existed but the sound of water.
"Here Kari, let my do your shoulders."
I opened my eyes slowly, allowing my thoughts time to organize myself. I didn't know how long I had been dreaming, but Tai and Matt had finished fighting and Davis' friends were in the process of pealing off their layers of clothes.
I identified the speaker as TK, and tilted my head slightly. TK stood over a beaming Kari, a bottle of sunscreen in his hand. He squirted some out into his palm and knelt down behind our Bearer of Light.
In a flash of skin and limbs, Davis dove from out of my eyesight and landed next to Kari, his brown eyes sparking with envy and resentment. "I'll help you Kari!" He waved a sunscreen bottle widely.
I bit back laughter and tears. I willed myself to stay silent, and contented myself with the knowledge that Kari would, as she always did, reject him.
Kari smiled faintly, "Thanks Davis, but I'm all set."
Davis grumbled but backed up, away from her. "Stupid TF..." He said under his breath as he retreated.
My eyes followed him. He looked up, winking at me when he realized that I was staring. A small, evil looking grin curled his perfect lips. Quickly, silently, he tiptoed behind TK. He paused, standing behind his golden-haired rival. He flashed me another secret smile and held the bottle over TK's head.
His gleeful grin grew. With both hands, he squeezed the bottle and a thick stream of lumpy slimy sunscreen spewed onto TK's head.
Anywho, this chapter sort of rambles... a lot... Granted all my chapter ramble. Granted I tend to ramble...
Anywho again, I'm really repitive and my vocabulary is very very small. Sorry about that. ^^
And an apology about another thing, I Digi-volved the Digimon by accident. Hehe... oops.
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Tai slammed on the brakes. "Finally!" He exclaimed as we picked ourselves off the floor. "Thought we'd never get here."
Matt flung open his door and hopped outside. "I thought I'd never get here alive."
Tai ignored the comment and opened our door for us. "Everyone out!" He said with a grin. "If you can get out, that is."
TK hopped out, mirroring his brother's movements. "Come on Kari, I'll help you down."
"No, I'll help Kari down!" Davis sprang into action, only to be pulled back down into his seat. "Huh?"
I reached over him and unbuckled our seat belt. "Observe: by pressing this red button, the strap is released and the person is free to leave his or her seat."
Davis sighed, and I turned to see what had upset him. TK and Kari walked towards the beach, their arms looped together and their heads bent as they shared a conversation.
I bit back a curse. "Move it Davis," I snapped, wanting to make him hurt the way that I did, "I don't want to spend my day is this thing."
"Sorry Ken." Davis smiled ruefully and climbed out.
I followed, blinking as I stepped into the beach light. The crash of the waves sang in the warm air, and the salty air stained my lungs. It had been years since I had been to the beach. The last time had been with my brother.
"Okay," Tai stood at the back of the van, "Yolei, bring the umbrella. Kari, you grab the towels. TK, take the volleyball stuff. Sora, you take the beach blanket. Joe and Izzy, you guys take cooler number one. Cody, you take the pails and shovels."
Davis and I wandered over as Tai distributed the work. Everyone, Digimon included, shared the work, and I felt a sudden and strange rush of pride. They had to be the single best group of people on the planet. They all amazed me, each of them was so different from one another, but they fit together like puzzle pieces. And they had accepted me as one of them. That I could never understand.
"Hey Matt, you and me will bring the stereo and music. Davis and Ken, can you guys handle the last cooler?"
"Just how much food did we bring?" Cody's green eyes widened. "Will we be able to eat it all?"
"Look at it this way Cody," Joe said with a grin, "There are twelve of us, and twelve Digimon."
Davis nudged me with his elbow. "Besides, I could finish one of those coolers off by myself."
I chuckled and nudged him back. "I'm sure Kari finds pot-bellies very attractive."
Davis made a face, but laughed with me. I hid a smile, pleased with myself. I loved his laugh; it was light, musical, and honest. Davis never held anything back, and I could trust that his actions and words were true, an admirable trait.
There were those reasons, and then the simple reason that he looked adorable when he laughed.
We each grabbed a handle and hoisted the heavy cooler of the sand. My arms strained from the effort, and I let out a heaving breath in surprise. "I didn't know that food could weigh this much."
Tai and Matt looked over their shoulders. "I made sure to pack bowling balls and bricks," Tai said with a wicked grin, "I thought they'd come in handy."
Davis grunted. "How come we have to carry the heavy one?" He whined as we trudged towards the water. "How come I couldn't carry the towels?"
Hawkmon flew over our heads. "I'll find the perfect spot!" He called as he flapped.
"Let me help!" Biyomon followed close behind him.
"And me!" Tentamon buzzed after her.
Soon, all the Digimon were rushing towards the beach, even Wormmon scuttled as fast as his small legs would take him.
Davis laughed. "Pick out a good spot Veemon!"
"Will do!" His Digimon flashed a smile and a thumbs-up before sliding down a dune.
It was just Davis and me now; the rest of his gang had crossed into the white sand, little figures on an endless stretch of beauty.
I thanked Tai silently for pairing me with Davis, and for giving us the heaviest object to carry. I was alone with him, and every nerve of my body knew it.
"This is so cool."
Jerked from my hazy dreams, I blinked and stared at Davis in surprise. He grinned a crooked grin and his brown eyes flashed.
I stared in wonder. What was he? He was magical, surely, wasn't he? His presence was intoxicating, overly so. He was perfection personified.
And I was sick.
"Yeah, it's cool." I agreed flatly, forcing my eyes to stare at the ocean, a much safer subject of thought.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Davis bite his lip. After a long moment, his hot gaze slid away, and his chocolate iris released me.
"Look," he said as flatly as I had, "There they are. They already set up everything. Tai's waving. I think he's yelling something."
"Probably about our pace."
"Matt's yelling at Tai now."
"And so is Sora." We played this game a lot, if one could call it a game. We'd watch something, anything, be it people, a place, trees, or whatever, and describe it to each other as if the other was blind. It had been a habit of Davis, to observe and chatter, and to those who didn't understand, it was most likely annoying and unnerving. I liked it though, of course, and I had caught on quickly. Davis would add his own thoughts and ideas to the situation usually added wry and improper comments.
How could I not love him?
"'Dammit Tai! How come your hair has so much volume but mine always looks like hat hair?' 'Oh, I don't know Sora, maybe because you do wear hats all the time!'" Davis snickered at his words, a wicked smiling twisting his lips. "And then there's Yolei."
Yolei, his recent topic of torture. Over the past week, he had mercilessly teased her, his motives unclear to even me.
I had once played with the notion that he was jealous of her.
It was a fleeting fancy.
"Right Ken?"
I nodded although I hadn't been listening. "Right," I agreed, hoping that he'd accept my answer.
Davis nodded back at me. "I think my arms are going to fall off," he complained as we closed in on the chosen spot. "And I have sand in my shoes."
We finally reached the blanket. Tai and Matt had set up their stereo and were presently arguing over the radio station. We dropped the cooler and joined his friends.
"It's my stereo." Tai said firmly, "And therefore I should choice what we listen to."
"No, it's my stereo." Matt responded by throwing his arms around the music machine. "I bought it."
"No, I did."
"No you didn't. I did."
Tai inhaled deeply. "No," he said slowly, deliberately, "I bought it."
"Guys!" TK pushed the two apart. "You bought it together! Remember? You decided you'd share it."
I shook my head and turned my attention away from their problems. The waves crashed over their voices and for a moment nothing existed but the sound of water.
"Here Kari, let my do your shoulders."
I opened my eyes slowly, allowing my thoughts time to organize myself. I didn't know how long I had been dreaming, but Tai and Matt had finished fighting and Davis' friends were in the process of pealing off their layers of clothes.
I identified the speaker as TK, and tilted my head slightly. TK stood over a beaming Kari, a bottle of sunscreen in his hand. He squirted some out into his palm and knelt down behind our Bearer of Light.
In a flash of skin and limbs, Davis dove from out of my eyesight and landed next to Kari, his brown eyes sparking with envy and resentment. "I'll help you Kari!" He waved a sunscreen bottle widely.
I bit back laughter and tears. I willed myself to stay silent, and contented myself with the knowledge that Kari would, as she always did, reject him.
Kari smiled faintly, "Thanks Davis, but I'm all set."
Davis grumbled but backed up, away from her. "Stupid TF..." He said under his breath as he retreated.
My eyes followed him. He looked up, winking at me when he realized that I was staring. A small, evil looking grin curled his perfect lips. Quickly, silently, he tiptoed behind TK. He paused, standing behind his golden-haired rival. He flashed me another secret smile and held the bottle over TK's head.
His gleeful grin grew. With both hands, he squeezed the bottle and a thick stream of lumpy slimy sunscreen spewed onto TK's head.