Daisuke's voice rang accross the divide, loud, clear, and full of mockery, "MIYAKO LIKES KEN! MIYAKO LIKES KEN! MIYAKO LIKES-"
"SHUT-UP, DAISUKE!" Miyako screamed back, regaining some of her composure. She went pale again as her thoughts turned back to the situation at hand. This had all gone horribly, horribly wrong... Nobody was supposed to know about this but Hawkmon... and she had told him on a whim...
As Stingmon began to carry Ken across the divide, She began to feel a little woozy. "Ken is coming over... and we're going to talk... and what's everybody going to think? Daisuke will tell Jun, and Jun will tell everybody, and then I'll never be able to go to school again, and I'll end up living in the digital world until I grow into a loenly old hag..." Her legs were going weak, her head had become light, her vision was blurring and everything was spinning as she came to grips with what implications these last few minutes would have on her life.
"Miyako? Are you okay?" Hawkmon asked as he noticed Miyako's condition.
"Yeah... I'm just... I'm just... a... complete idiot for listening to you!" She sprang back to life, grabbing Hawkmon by the neck, beginning to choke her partner.
Somebody owed her big.
Somebody was going to pay for this embarasement.
That someone was Hawkmon.
"Why did I ever let you talk me into this, WHY? Now, Ken knows I like him and so does EVERYBODY! You've flown your last flight, hawk-boy! I am sooo getting a NEW digimon, one that knows when to keep it's big, fat, beak SHUT, and doesn't talk it's partner into doing stupid things! You're goose is cooked! You've flown the coop! You...um... heck, I've run out of witty bird related threats..."
"Maybe you could threaten to pluck him.'" A voice came from behind her, suggesting how she might continue her rant.
She turned around for a second, too caught up in the momment to really be concerned with who it was. "Ooh, good one, thanks Ken!" She resumed her revenge on Hawkmon, putting the threat to use. "I'm gonna pluck you... your..." The realization of who had jsut talked to her hit her like a truck. "Hey... wait... KEN! Ah! What are you doing here?"
"...you wanted to talk..."
"Oh... right... Talk..." Her urge to kill Hakwmon slowly fading, she was once again taken over by disorientation which made her knees weak and her head light. Her vision went blurry, and her stomach flip-flopped. Losing her grip on reality, she reached out for something to support herself, her hands finding a familiar light-grey shirt to hold onto.
A pair of thin, yet firmly built arms wrapped themselves around her, keeping her from going face first into the ground.
"Miyako! Are you okay? Miyako!" Ken's voice rang in her ears, "C'mon, please be okay... I don't wanna have to give you mouth to mouth."
An almost evil thought crossed Miyako's mind, but she quickly decided against it. "Nah, I shouldn't take advantage of Ken's kindness." She mentally nagged herself. "Besides, I probably couldn't hold her breath long enough."
"No... I'm okay... really..." She replied meekly. "I don't need mouth to mouth. Really."
"I could use some..." A still gasping Hawkmon said from the ground.
"Ha-ha, that Hawkmon... always with the jokes..." She mock-laughed as she gave her digimon a light kick to send him off to one side, where he lay silent.
Miyako and Ken stood in silence looking at each other, unsure of where to go next.
Ken blinked.
Miyako brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.
Ken looked to the side.
Miyako rubbed her glasses.
Ken coughed.
Miyako blinked.
Ken let out a bit of nervous laughter.
Miyako smiled.
Ken smiled back.
Miyako kept smiling.
Ken kept smiling back.
It would have gone on that way, both of them smiling at each other until their lips cracked, but, luckily, Takeru broke the silence with a message.
"HEY GUYS, WE'RE GOING NOW!"
"Okay Takeru!" Ken shouted back, waving "See you later!"
"YEAH, WE WOULDN'T WANT TO INTERUPT ANYTHING!" Daisuke yelled in a childish, mocking, voice.
"SHUT-UP, DAISUKE!" Miyako screamed back, letting loose as she usually did with Daisuke.
"Ow..." Ken rubbed his ears, which had been a bit too close to Miyako when she had screamed, and had begun to ring.
"Goemen..." Miyako covered her face with one hand, blushing in embarrasement. "Daisuke gets to me sometimes."
"Yeah. I know what you mean. But he's just his way of being a friend, you know."
"Yeah, I know..."
"HEY MIYAKO, HOW YOU GONNA DO ANYTHING WITH YOUR HAND OVER YOUR MOUTH!?"
"I SAID SHUT-UP!"
Ken went back to rubbing his ears.
