Disclaimer: I don't understand why everyone hates Daisuke so. I can understand Iori, the cold, calculating lil' bugger is boring... (Just kiddin' InM, you know I wouldn't mean that when you live within distance that you could hurt me ;)) Honestly though, yeah, he's got what my friend Angela calls, "Foot-Mouth Syndrome," but to be honest, a *lot* of guys have it and it isn't fair to razz on poor D-kun because of it. Sure, some people state, he's a Taichi clone.... but he's also different.... How? I'll get back to you on that later ;) The point being, everyone disses Daisuke, from what I see, everyone loves Takeru (hey I love him too ;)), and Yamato, etc. but never gives Daisuke a chance to explain himself. Not like he would, if he had the chance, his pride would be too large probably for him to confess, less someone nailed it to him... but oh well... here I try to present a softer side of D-kun that isn't always revealed, a more vulnerable.. kawaii I wanna glomp you til you explode, side :) Hopefully this will make all you Davis-haters appreciate him just a bit ;)

I don't own any of the characters obviously, though I do hope to one day make good mini-plushies of everyone :D Anyways, ON with the shoe - er show. Dang, I shouldn't type past 2am.

Oh and Quexln is my own character, and no she's not a Mary-Sue, I could only hope to have as much energy as she for I would be able to finish things I started in 24 hours instead of months ;)

Oh yeah, and this also takes place _AFTER_ highschool.. yeah yeah yeah.. I know.. you're supposed to have your crests for only so many years and be under a certain age.. but it's a fanfic, and for plot... I AM BENDING THE RULES :) Just read it or bite my Daisuke-tattooed bum!

Uhm, another small note... this original story was taken from a rpg I run off of Yahoo :) I started the story and I edited out the existance of other's characters because I didn't ask them for theirs. I'm taking this on a different turn than I had before, and it looks to be a long turn... Look I can't even stop writing notes to you guys :) So yeah... I'll divide this into chapters and depending on feedback (if I get any) I'll continue along :)

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Part I

Daisuke walked onto the plane with some hesitation, the grey carpetting cushioning his every step. ::Do I have my English dictionary?:: He suddenly panicked, reaching for his pocket and sighing a bit relieved when he felt the hard book in his hand. ::What if I offend someone?:: He thought nervously. What was WRONG with him? He had never had doubts before, I mean he _did_ own the crest of courage... (and friendship) so what was up with the way he was acting? He shook his head walking down the aisle as a few people watched him pass. Everything in the past couple of months had been askew so it was no wonder he was acting different. He sighed and took his seat by the window, looking out the small piece of plastic to see the men loading the suitcases below. "Hey! Be careful with that! It has ---" He started shouting only to realize that for one, the men couldn't hear him and two, people on the plane were staring, and he couldn't exactly finish his sentence about Veemon anyways. He decided that plastering his face up against the plastic was a much better solution in attempts to watch the men's every move and hopefully intimidate them into NOT damaging anyone or anything.

"Wait! Wait! No start plane!" A girl's voice yelled as she thundered down the pathway and onto the plane. "Phew. Me make" She sighed relieved.

"Miss, the plane doesn't take off for another ten minutes..." The stewardess pointed out.

"C4... C4.." The girl started chanting, walking down the aisle, ignoring the stewardess. "You in my seat." She snapped to Daisuke. Daisuke managed to pull himself away from the window to turn around and look at who was talking to him. He saw a girl in her late teens in knee-long pink jeans and a baby blue and white tank top with some Chinese characters on it he couldn't read. Her straight white hair was tied up in buns on the upper sides of her head with the spikey mauve ends of the hair poking out through the middle. Her red eyes narrowed in a glare on him. "You in my seat." She repeated in a rough Japanese wording. Daisuke jumped up out of his seat, immediately banging his head on the baggage holder above him.

"Itaii.." He cringed as he stepped out of the chair to get a better look at her ticket. "No.. See my ticket says window, yours says aisle.." He told her, showing her his ticket and pointing to hers.

"Me know." She grinned and quickly hopped on the seats, whirling by him and taking the window seat.

"Wha..." Was all Daisuke could say as the blur of pastel colours shot by. "HEY! NO! I gotta have the window seat!" He said hotly, realizing what had just happened.

"Why? Big boy scared of flying?" She grinned almost maliciously, teasing him.

"No.." He said a bit hesitantly this time, a flush colouring his already tanned skin. "I gotta watch my luggage!" He stomped his foot down.

"Stomping foot not move rocks." She told him in an awful translation of a Chinese proverb.

"What are you talking about?" Daisuke glared at her. "Just give me my-"

"Sir, please take a seat and buckle up, we're about to take off.." The stewardess told him.BR
Grumbling, Daisuke complied. Unfortunately it looked like his new life was starting off on the wrong foot.
An hour passed and Daisuke had fallen asleep in his chair. "Hey Spikey-head, you want drink?" He heard as someone jabbed him in the nose, sharply. He snorted and tried to swat the hand away. The person persistantly poked him.

"Go away Yolei..." He mumbled.

"Who Yolei? Your lover?" The voice said as the hand clamped his nose shut making Daisuke's mouth drop open and make a loud gurgling sound. Daisuke's eyes widened at the mention of the word lover.

"No! Gross! Never!" He said in a high-pitched male voice through his nose being held. "Can you let go now?" He glared at the white/mauve-haired girl.

The girl smiled and nodded after shaking his head around a few times by his nose. "Me wake you for drink." She said pointing to the drink cart as it rolled away.

"Damn!" He exclaimed as he watched it leave, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden.

"Me wake you for drink." She grinned, handing him
a dark bubbling liquid. "Hope you like Pepsi" She told him sticking out her tongue.

"T-thanks.." Daisuke said inspecting the liquid suspiciously. ::Why's she being so nice suddenly? I wonder if.. nahh..:: He shook his head taking a big sip. "Aahh.." He sighed relieved.

"Name Xiang... Xiang Quexln." She smiled extending her hand. "It North American tradition to shake hand, you learn now." She told him grinning.

Daisuke stared at her hand for a bit. In Japan they didn't really do that. A bow and that was it. Physical contact meant choosing a partner for life. He wondered if she was trying to trick him as he looked at the Pepsi in his other hand. ::Haven't died yet, so I guess she's safe:: He shrugged taking her hand and shaking it.

"Name you?" Quexln asked.

"Motomiya Daisuke" He told her, sitting back in his chair.

"Motomiya?" She grinned. "Motomiya.. Motomiya.. Motomiya figaro... She sells a daughter for a son... a coin... oh yeahh... Hoi hoi hoi!" She started singing, gaining funny looks from across the aisle.

"You're... different." Daisuke said slowly, wondering what the HELL she was singing about. Eventually he shrugged if off and went back to his Pepsi. "Hey, did they serve any packs of those peanuts yet?" Davis looked around at the other passengers and then at Quexln.

She nodded. "Yup yup!" and proceeded to chuck a pack at his head.

"Hey!" Daisuke said, catching the pack. "Gotta be better than that to trick me!" He said while struggling to open the pack of peanuts.

"Yeah, that why SpikeyHair no open pack?" She grinned, opening hers with ease.

Davis gave her a look. "My name isn't SpikeyHair,
and I CAN open this.." He said, struggling some more. Eventually his face started turning red.

"Here. You take." She smiled and took his pack and gave him hers and opened his with ease.

"I just loosened the glue for you." He said, looking rather annoyed, while munching on some peanuts.

"Yup yup!" She grinned and ate a package.

An hour later, after several rounds of peanuts and Pepsi. "So where you headed?" Daisuke said, trying to sound casual.

The girl gave him a funny look. "Plane only go one place! Canada!" She rolled her eyes.

"Uh.. I knew that.." He said blushing a bit. "I meant where you going *after* we get there." He said shaking his plastic cup around, ice rattling.

"Why? You want to stalk Quexln?" She narrowed her eyes on him again.

Daisuke gave her a "you must be joking" look. "No, why would I stalk you?" He said rather coldly.

Q-san narrowed her eyes even more. "Yep yep, you too stupid SpikeyHead to do that. Me goto University!" She laughed.

Daisuke paled considerably. "Which one?" He said ignoring, for once, the fact she had insulted him.BR
"SpikeyHead okay? You no look so good!" She said with a bit of concern showing on her face. "York, why?" She asked.

Just then, everything blacked out.

"Hey!" A soft voice called to him.

"K-Kari?" Daisuke murmured softly.

"Hey..." The voice repeated as a vision of Kari appeared before him.BR

"Kari..." He murmured again.

"HEY!" The voice shouted, the image disappearing and being replaced with Quexln's face. "SpikeyHead alright now?" She asked him, close up.

"GAAAAAAHHH!!" Was all Daisuke could say.

"SpikeyHead not nice. Quexln wake SpikeyHead up for move." She said, pointing to the door, as people filed out.

"Eh?" Davis said a bit confused of how he lost track of time.

"You faint and sleep five and five hours, now we here." She told him.

"Five and... oh ten.. uh.. we're here?" Daisuke said, still gaining his bearings.

"Yeah, we here. Get out. Get stuff. Go!" She told him, shoving him up and out into the aisle.

Daisuke reached up and pulled out a knapsack he previously filed away, which the authoress forgot to mention ^^;;. Quexln also dragged out a few small bags and headed behind him for the exit.

Daisuke took a deep breath in after he put a foot out of the plane. He inhaled airport air, and started coughing soon afterwards.

Quexln grinned. "Silly SpikeyHead, suck in inside instead of outside." She shook her head walking past Daisuke.

"H-hey.. wait up... we're going to the same place ya know.." He said a bit reluctant to admit it really, but not wanting to go by himself to a big strange place either.

"Really? SpikeyHead goto York too? Good! Quexln can laugh at SpikeyHead's stupid silliness." She told him with a grin.

Daisuke 's forehead gained many X's on it in
annoyance.

"Ooh! Ooh! Luggage spinny thing!" Quexln cried happily as she ran towards the luggage collection area. Daisuke sweatdropped slightly and followed her.BR
"Whee!" She cried, jumping right in with the luggage as people stared at her weird. "Come join, SpikeyHead!" She laughed.

People started looking at Daisuke as he neared. Daisuke put his hands on his head and pulled his hair tightly back. "Hehehe... No SpikeyHead here.." He laughed nervously trying to flatten out his wild brown hair.

Quexln rode the luggage thing a few times while Daisuke collected his suitcases. Quexln grabbed her bags and one extra suitcase and started to skip off behind Daisuke.

"Spit cap?" She asked.

"Huh?" Was Daisuke's only reply.

"Spit CAP." She said again, rolling her eyes and pointing to the yellow car outside waiting to pick up someone.

"Oh, a split a cab.." Daisuke grinned, finally
understanding with visual aid to her horrible Japanese.
"Sure." He sighed, thinking he might as well save some money.

"Kaaaaay!" She giggled as the cab driver popped the trunk for them to dump their stuff into. She hopped into the backseat after Daisuke. "Sir, could you please take us to York University?" She said in perfect English. Daisuke was floored. The cabdriver nodded.

"Y-you.. speak.. English... well?" Was all he said, shocked.

"Yupo! I've lived here two years before. I was just visiting Japan" She told him in English, laughing as Daisuke took some time to digest the language. "I don't speak Japanese well, but I know English very well." She continued.

Daisuke was silent the rest of the trip.

The cab driver dropped them off infront of McLaughlin College, as where Daisuke's sheet of paper told him to go first to pick up the keys for the room. They dragged their heavy stuff up a few stairs and into a narrow office.

"H-hello. We are here to pick up keys." He said in a very nervous, strained English tone.

Quexln smiled and handed her and his papers to the lady behind the counter. The lady smiled and returned with two sets of keys baring three keys each. "This one is to get into the residence building." She told them holding up a plain key. "This one is for your mailbox." She said holding up a smaller silver one. "And this one is for your room." She said holding up an identical key to the first, but with a room number imprinted in red on it. "Just walk down that hallway and follow the arrows to Vanier. Frosh bosses will be there to greet you." She smiled and waved them off, helping the next in line. Quexln squealed in glee and took off running, bags and suitcase flailing.

Daisuke sweatdropped. "Oi! Wait up!" He cried, chasing after her, struggling, tripping a few times, but eventually catching up to her when she held the door open.

"Domo.." He sighed as a few super hyper genki people in red shirts walked around greeting the new people.

Quexln grinned and headed to the elevator with Daisuke in tow. "Third floor, you?" She asked him, smiling as he checked his keys. "Hai.. me too.." He said almost regretfully admitting it.

"Kakkoi!" She laughed and pulled him out when it arrived. "3-0-2!" She pronounced the numbers out and looked at Daisuke who was going pale. BR
"My-my... name.. is.. there.. with .. yours..." He stammered.

"Nani?" She asked, looking up on the door which indeed had two kawaii name tags. "Quexln X" read one and "Daisuke M" read the other.

Daisuke felt his stomach churn, his knees get weak. He hadn't felt this way since he last saw Kari.

"Oh well, nice to meet you roomie!" She grinned, speaking in English again, shaking his hand.
Daisuke's vision blurred a bit as the room was opened and Q-chan started to bring in her stuff then his and set things up.

Everything for a few hours became fuzzy.

"Daisuke-kun, are you alright?" She smiled.

Daisuke snapped out of his daze. "WHAT THE HELL!!" He shouted loudly, gaining a few odd looks from passerbys. "HOW THE HELL COULD THIS HAPPEN!! It's supposed to be males together and females together!" He protested loudly. "They must have filed the forms wrong." He shook his head.

"Forms?" She repeated with a smile.

"Yeah, forms, the ones where you write your age, sex and preferences.." He told her.

"Oh THOSE things.." She grinned. "I just check any old thing off!" She laughed.

"WHAT?!" He screamed, shaking the floor a bit.

"Yupo!" She grinned as she continued to set up.

"This can't be happening to me.." Daisuke threw himself on his bed, face first.