Lucky Charms - Chapter One

Lucky Charms!

By Kendra, Digimon Empress and Flair


LEGAL DISCLAIMER: Bandai owns the characters in this story. We own the plot. Flair owns Ken. (**All the copyrighting peoples from Bandai and stuff and all Ken's other fans come and attack her with teletubbies plushies and metal poles**) AAAAH!

AUTHORS' NOTE: We neither condone nor condemn characters for their orientations. This is mostly a Kensuke fic, so if you enjoy such stories, read on, if you don't there are other stories out there for you.

CONTEST! A reminder about our Kensuke contest. The deadline is when we finish up Lucky Charms. ^__^ Gotta love that Daiken/Kensuke!

Check Chapter One for more information.

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Chapter Five: Impossible Dream

The man behind the desk was frowning - and the man behind the desk was not happy. As Daisuke and Ken tried to sneak down the supermarket aisle, he held out an arm, effectively blocking their way.

"Whoa there," he said, scowling. "I do believe that I've seen you before."

Ken prodded Daisuke. "I told you, Dai," he nervously whispered, "that we shouldn't have come back to the same grocery store."

"Well, it's the nearest one!" Daisuke shot back. "We have to get back there as soon as possible." He plucked a daisy from his soaking wet hair - a daisy that had gotten there when a flowerpot had come hurtling out the window as he and Ken hurried off. "I'm afraid of what will happen if we leave Mimi and Sora and Hikari alone for much longer."

"Poor Takeru's arms will fall off," Ken said.

"Or our parents will come," Daisuke replied.

"Well," the manager growled. "I'm waiting. I could swear that you've been here before."

"Who? Me? Us?" Daisuke asked as innocently as he could.

The manager ran a finger across Daisuke's forehead and examined his hands beneath the light. "Sugary frosting," he dryly said. "From a Froot Loops box…and what do you know…You have Rice Crispies trapped on the neck of your T-shirt."

"I do?" Daisuke asked. He started. "Oh yeah! I do!" He laughed nervously. "Now how could they have gotten here, I wonder?" He began to back away from the manager. "The oddest things have happened to me today, sir…"

"Daisuke, watch out!" Ken shouted, as Daisuke lost his balance, slipped on the moist floor, and fell, upsetting a wrack of magazines. The entire magazine stand collapsed in the manager's arms - Daisuke collapsed in Ken's embrace. "Are you okay, Dai-kun?"

"Yeah, I think so!" Daisuke stammered. "You can let go now…though I kind of like that you were there for me."

"I'm always there for you, Dai," Ken said. He released his grasp - this proved to be a big mistake.

"WHOOOOAA!" Daisuke cried, this time getting tripped up on his own shoe laces. "K-eeeennn!" He staggered about, doing fancy footwork and elaborate figure eights as he slid about the floor.

"Daisuke!" Ken cried out.

"WHOOOOAAAAAAA!"

He covered his eyes as Daisuke crashed into a candy rack, sending Hershey kisses and mints flying, and winced as Daisuke plummeted down the soda aisle, grabbing at the shelves and knocking down bottles of Sprite and Diet Pepsi.

"KEN!"

There he went rolling into the fruit aisle, apples and oranges leaping to join him. Next thing Ken knew his beloved was floundering about among the lettuce and the turnips.

"KEN, HELP ME!"

And then he had found his way down into the seafood - where he came to a halt among the frozen delicacies, thawing out octopus on his forehead.

"THAT DOES IT!" the manager roared. "You made a mess with the cereal before, now you've completely upset the whole store."

"Us?" Ken wondered innocently. "You must be mistaken."

"Devon!" the manager bellowed, and the same irritating sales clerk who had ratted them out appeared, bouncing out on cue. "Do these two look familiar?"

"Uh-huh, sure do," the loudmouthed kid said. "Now look what they've done!"

"I think they need to work off their debts," the manager sneered, throwing a bewildered Daisuke and a startled Ken two mops and two dishrags. "Now you can get on the floor and start cleaning! You're going to reimburse me - or I'm calling your parents and the police! Watch them, Devon!"

"Sure thing," the brat replied, and he smirked as the manager slunk off, leaving Daisuke and Ken in the worst predicament possible.

Daisuke and Ken looked at each other, wide eyed. "What do we do now?" Ken asked.

"You're the evil emperor, you figure it out!" Daisuke shot back, waving the dishrag around in the air like a whip. Suddenly their eyes both fell on the dishrag, and their faces broke into identical, evil grins.

"Uh…" the redheaded store clerk began, a little nervously.

"HAIYAH!!!!" Daisuke yelled, swinging his mop to the side, catching the store clerk right in the face. Devon gave a muffled yell, but it was cut off by Ken's mop smacking him in the stomach. Daisuke launched a series of whip-like attacks with his dishrag, and Ken followed quickly, swiping his rag in quick, practiced movements. Funny – this was the first time since he had given up being Kaizer that he didn't feel pain in doing something the Kaizer might have done. But this wasn't what the Kaizer might have done – attacking a redheaded brat in a grocery store with dishrags and mops, Daisuke at his side. This was Ken.

Ken started laughing and couldn't stop, gasping for breath as he landed another blow with his mop on the head of Devon the Annoying Storeclerk. Daisuke started laughing, too, and within moments both of them had tears running down their cheeks. Ken was happier than he had ever been in his life, even though he was probably in danger of charges for assault.

"The… antidote!" Daisuke managed to gasp out. "Quick Ken… you (giggle) go… I'll take care of him!" He landed a sharp jab from his mop on another storeclerk who had come to help in the cause, a reckless look coming into his brown eyes. Turning to his foes, he clasped his mop in both hands, string-end held forward like a sword. "Prepare to meet your doom!" he yelled, looking utterly ridiculous with a mop-sword and a dishrag poised on his head like a bizarre hat. "AAAAAAH!"

Ken swiped at a shelf full of pickled okra and vaulted over the wreckage, heading for the cereal aisle once more. He was halfway there, ignoring the protests of indignated shoppers, when suddenly he stopped, staring in rapt fascination at the showcase in front of him. He was quite a sight, actually; his long indigo hair hung limply around his striking face, streaked with different shades of colored sugar, and his violet eyes were wide. His plain gray clothes were disheveled and hung at an odd angle, and holding a dishrag like a whip in one hand and a mop like a sword in the other, he looked quite hilarious. But the rapt look in his eyes drowned out everything else.

"Yes…" he breathed, "Yes!"

A ray of light extended from the ceiling like a beam from heaven. Piled up one on top of the other in a pyramid shape were boxes of Lucky Charms – hundreds of them! And not just any Lucky Charms – they were the limited-time offer kind that he saw advertised on TV – crystal ball marshmallows with hidden messages! And stamped on the side of the box…

"LOVE POTION ANTIDOTE!" Ken crowed, louder and more excited than he had ever yelled in his life. "DAISUKE, DAISUKE, I FOUND IT, I FOUND IT!" He swung with his mop, hitting the side of the pyramid of cereal with a triumphant "thud". They trembled, then collapsed, half of them bursting open and showering the store with…

"HEARTS, STARS AND HORSESHOES, CLOVERS AND BLUE MOONS! POTS OF GOLD AND RAINBOWS, AND A RED BALLOON!" Daisuke cried, running over and glomping Ken, giggling like a maniac. "Grab a few boxes and let's go!"

"Wait…" Ken nervously said. "Are you sure this is the right antidote?"

"BOSS!!!" that was the irritating salesclerk. "He-elp me!"

Daisuke and Ken exchanged looks.

"We'll just have to risk it," Ken said, quickly giving Daisuke a kiss. "I'm sure we've found the right box. Love tells me we're right."

"You kids are supposed to be…" the manager, stalking up the aisle.

"Uh-yeah, we'll have to risk it…" Daisuke said, throwing his arms about Ken. "Let's get out of here!"

"I've got them! I've got them!" the loud salesclerk was shouting, and he moved to block the two boys as they scampered off.

"I don't think so," Ken said, backhanding Devon with a mop. He threw the mop down as he ran off, his arms full of cereal boxes; Devon tripped and was sent sprawling into a soapy bucket of suds. The bucket overturned, went flying, and landed right on top of the manager's head.

"Sorry - we'll come back and clean up some other time!" Daisuke hollered, but in no way did he actually mean it.

"Yeah - here's some money!" Ken shouted, opening his wallet and throwing down a wad of ten-dollar bills. "To pay for the cereal!"

They darted around the corner, leaving a soggy salesclerk and a disheveled and very angry manager. The manager's eyes became slits as he removed the bucket. He growled - soaked to the bone, his hair and bangs plastered to his forehead.

"Awww, cheer up," Devon squeaked, kicking aside the mops. Now was as good a time as any to try to get on the manager's good side. "Those kids made a huge mistake…" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a brown wallet - Ken's brown wallet. "They dropped this on their way out. It has their IDs and everything."

"Really?" the manager asked, a malicious smirk creeping across his face. He snatched the wallet away. "Ken Ichijouji and Daisuke Motimiya. Interesting…" He started for his office. "There's more then one way to skin two cats."

"Uhhhh, they're kids."

"Whatever," the manager snapped. "You get back to work! I have two phone calls to make." He laughed - he would have so much fun ratting out Daisuke and Ken

– to their parents.

Meanwhile, unknowing of the evil plot forming that they had left behind, Ken and Daisuke were in the highest of spirits, and celebrating – in the way they liked best.

"Mmmmm… Daisuke…" Ken murmured, throwing his arms around the impassioned redheaded boy that was kissing him so playfully, on and in his mouth. "Mmmmm… mmmmaybe we should… get back to the others…" he broke for a moment as Daisuke kissed his neck in a spot that made him shiver with pleasure, but then pushed him gently and very, very reluctantly, away. A stray lock of purple hair brushed into his face, but Daisuke softly pushed it away with gentle fingers.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Daisuke agreed, equally reluctant. He picked up a few boxes of Lucky Charms, handing the rest to Ken. "We'd better hurry…" Ken nodded in agreement, following his lover down the street. Then Daisuke paused, grinning evilly. "You wouldn't want to try a cart again, would you Ken-chan?"

"NO!" Ken yelped, adamantly. Daisuke gave him a mischievous grin and a quick kiss on the lips.

"Just kidding," he laughed, and that was how they proceeded down the street, playfully pushing, laughing, and totally in love, the precious boxes of Lucky Charms cradled in their arms.

They reached Koushiro's house in about ten minutes to find a deathly quiet.

"Oh… kuso!" Daisuke hissed, flicking open the latch. "Koushiro?" he yelled. "Iori?"

"Takeru? Miyako?" Ken added, hopefully. No answer. They reached the door and poked their heads inside. "Yamato? Taichi?"

No answer.

"ANYBODY?" Daisuke yelled.

"Mmmph… mmph?!" came a muffled yell from the broom closet. Daisuke and Ken looked at each other in horror and ran for the door, dropping Lucky Charms boxes every which way. Ken jiggled with the lock on the door for a moment, but then it swung open and Iori, Koushiro and Takeru tumbled out onto the floor.

Daisuke grabbed Ken's hand and pulled him back out of the way, and then didn't let go. There were simple things that gave Daisuke stability in life, and Ken was one of them. Besides, their holding hands had become as natural as breathing for them in the mere hours that they had officially been in love.

"What happened?" Ken yelped.

Takeru stood up, brushing off his pants and adjusting his hat. He was looking very nervous and disheveled, and from the look of Koushiro and Iori, so were they. The blond boy took a few deep breaths, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Hikari," he said, finally and simply.

"HIKARI! She couldn't have?" Daisuke sputtered. "She - she did?"

"The girl's dangerous," Iori said. "I never thought that I'd say that about Hikari - but now I have to. She's gone off the wall."

"What did you give her, Daisuke?" Koushiro asked suspiciously. "Fruity Pebbles? The girl's turned fruity."

"Not Fruity Pebbles," Daisuke moaned. "Froot Loops, never Fruity Pebbles…"

"Did you get the antidote?" Iori hopefully asked.

"Lucky Charms!" Ken proudly said, holding up a box. "We finally caught Lucky. He got away for such a long time."

"Your hair looks rather messed up, Daisuke," Takeru noticed. "And your clothes are rather wet. What happened? Did someone spill soda on you?"

"I've been mopping floors," Daisuke sighed. "Thanks to an annoying manager and a loudmouthed salesclerk named Devon."

"Ohhhh, I think I know who you mean," Koushiro said. "I try to avoid them. That manager is always trying to cheat customers and that Devon kid has a screw or two lose. The little pipsqueak me out of ten dollars once at the arcade."

"Well, he forced us to mop floors," Ken declared. "Got us in trouble with his boss - and his boss made us clean the place up. Both are definitely batty."

"Did you forget to pay?" Takeru wondered.

"Oh, we always remember to pay," Daisuke said. "It's not our fault that that manager wants to be a bad egg."

"Like Digitamammon," Takeru said under his breath.

"Digi-what?" Ken asked.

"It's along story…" Takeru replied. "I'll tell you about it sometime after we…"

"We call Gennai," Koushiro chipped in.

"NO WAY!" Daisuke protested. "These are Lucky Charms, they'll put everything right. Just you see. We don't need you e-mailing Genie…"

"Gennai."

"Right - Gennai. We don't need you e-mailing Gennai." Daisuke pleaded. "Trust me - we can handle this. It's be easy. All we need to do is mix the recipe up and give it the others and give it to Hikari."

"Easier said then done, Dai," Takeru said. "Do you want to be the one to give the Lucky Charms to Hikari? She locked us in a closet. Think of what she could do to you."

"Where is Hikari anyway?" Ken said aloud. "It's awfully - "

– silent.

"Downtown to destroy the city," Koushiro groaned. "The shopping stores just don't have the clothes that she likes."

"OH NO! And the others?" Daisuke cried.

"Mmmmmmm, Jyou, you kiss so well…" came from the living room.

"Well, I guess Taichi and Jyou are still alive," Ken said, relieved.

"You're soooooo snuggly." Obviously that was Miyako.

"But what about Mimi and Sora?" Koushiro wondered.

As if on cue, the door burst open and Sora came running in, sobbing. She threw her arms around Takeru, who stood there like a cardboard figure.

"What is it, Sora?"

"It's…it's Hikari." Sora sniffled. "I know…I know only you would understand. She…she…she took Mimi and is holding her hostage at The Gap."

"So now it's death for all fashion designers?" Takeru sweat dropped.

Koushiro clasped a hand to his forehead. "I'm DEFINITELY e-mailing Gennai."

"NOOOOOO! Don't!" Daisuke screeched, tripping over his own shoelaces and knocking everyone back into the closet.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Takeru said. "Gennai has always helped us with Digimon related matters - not Hikari related ones."

"But this is URGENT!!" Koushiro protested.

Meanwhile, Ken had started to mix up the Lucky Charms. "So I just add this much…" he was saying.

"Yeah, more urgent then the time you e-mailed him because you thought some evil Digimon had stolen your precious science project." Takeru shot back.

"And then I take out a few horse shoes…" Ken continued.

"Mmmmm, Taichi, this feels so right…"

"Well, so what if I did!" Koushiro screeched. "It was a good project!"

"And then we put in a few more clovers…" Ken murmured.

"And then there was that time that you thought you saw eyes blinking out at you from the corner of the room and you got a strange 'File Not Found' message on your laptop!"

"I assumed that an evil Digimon was trying to download itself through the Internet…Why are you being so bossy, TK?"

"Hey!!!" Sora cried, suddenly slapping Koushiro. "Don't insult my man!"

"Is it done?" Daisuke asked Ken.

"Yeah," Ken said, turning to give Daisuke a little kiss as a reward for having just stressed so many brain cells.

"Why'd you do that?" Koushiro exclaimed.

"Because you hurt his feelings," Sora insisted.

Rrrrrring! That was the phone, Koushiro leaped for it. "Hello, Gennai?" he shouted, crashing to the floor with the receiver. "No…sorry, I got the wrong person." His eyes widened. "It's for you, Ken…"

"Hello?" Ken said, taking the receiver. "Ken Ichijouji, here…"

"Your lucky day has come, kid," an annoying voice squawked on the other end of the line. "The boss found a few interesting phone numbers in your wallet. Several…one for the Motimiya residence, one for the Ichijouji residence, and one for here…"

"WHO IS THIS?" Ken demanded.

"Give me that, you little brat!" a deeper voice snarled, and the person who had been previously speaking was silenced.

"You still didn't say who you are," Ken insisted.

"I think you know who I am," the manager boomed. "And you are going to regret crossing me. This part of Odaiba is mine, and you had no right to trash my store. I just had an interesting conversation with Mr. Ichijouji…By the way, what are these interesting pictures you have dangling from the billfold? A little green worm and a little blue dragon…stuffed animals?"

"Yeahhh…" Ken stammered.

"I seem to recall having seen creatures like these on the news once…I don't believe you! Now you've trashed my place and you've lied to me!! You're awfully old to be playing with toys. What's your connection to these critters?"

Ken hung up on him. "Of all the nerve!!" he said. He watched as Takeru administered the potion to Sora, and then went off into the other rooms to find the others, but he was no less haunted.

"What is it?" Koushiro asked.

"Two very huge problems… One - Hikari's gone on a killing spree. Two - the manager has my wallet… with pictures of Wormmon and Veemon. Are there any love potions that make you forget?"

He did a double as Koushiro face vaulted. "Sorry," Ken said meekly, and Daisuke sweatdropped, his mouth dropping open.

"You mean that creepy store manager has your wallet?" he yelped. Ken nodded, grimly.

"I'm afraid so…" Ken sighed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. "Like I said, it has pictures of Veemon and Wormmon in it… and besides that, it had phone numbers… mine and yours." Daisuke paled. "He phoned our parents already and I don't want to know what he told them – I really don't. And besides that, Hikari is holding Mimi hostage at the Gap, and we have to figure out what's wrong with her and how to fix it…" Daisuke made a quiet whimper and collapsed on the couch just as Takeru, Jyou, Taichi, Miyako and Yamato walked back in the door.

"Daisuke!" Yamato began, angrily, but Takeru gave him a nudge with his elbow. Daisuke was sprawled out on the couch, dark circles apparent under his eyes, his hair a mess and his face pale.

"Daisuke…" Ken said, sitting beside him and taking his hand gently, trying to comfort him, although he, too, looked pale and tired. The strain of the day was finally getting to them, and it was nearly 6:30 at night.

The other Digidestined exchanged glances, some nervous, some angry, others resigned. Finally Takeru sighed loudly. "Okay, guys, we have quite a few problems here…" he said, taking off his hand and wringing it in his hands. "Since Iori and I are the only ones who really know what happened from the beginning, maybe Iori, you should talk to these guys" he motioned to Taichi, Jyou, Miyako, Sora and Yamato, "about what's been going on. Koushiro and me will try to figure out a plan of action for the Hikari problem, and when you, Iori, have finished explaining things, you can stay here and watch over Daisuke and Ken. Koushiro and Jyou, you two try to sort things out with that manager and Daisuke and Ken's parents. Miyako, you, Yamato, Taichi and Sora come with me to help rescue Mimi and sort out things with Hikari. Okay?"

The others exchanged glances, and finally nodded. Iori beckoned for the older Digidestined to follow him into the nearby living room where he began to explain things from the beginning. Takeru shut the door behind them and turned to Daisuke, Ken and Koushiro.

"Good plan, Takeru," Koushiro said, approvingly. Takeru smiled.

"It was the least I could do," he said, shrugging. "After all, it's partly my fault from the beginning. If I wasn't trying to stop Daisuke from getting together with Hikari, none of this would have happened."

"I hate to say it, but I'm kind of glad it did," Daisuke said quietly, without opening his eyes. Ken, beside him, gave his hand a little squeeze, and Daisuke gazed at him with eyes full of love and trust. Takeru smiled faintly.

"This is all very well, but we still have a plan to devise," Koushiro said sensibly. Takeru sighed, and Ken nodded. "But… I have no idea what to do."

"For once," Daisuke said, and Koushiro glared at him. Daisuke shrugged, sitting up a little, his eyes still fierce in his pale face. "I suggest we go with a plan of action My Style," he said.

"Which would be…"

"Get down to the Gap, bust in, figure out a plan when we're there, and kick some ass impulsive-style!"

Takeru sweatdropped, and Koushiro face vaulted for the second time that day. Ken laughed. "As much as I hate to say it," he grinned, "I think that since we have no other plan I guess that's what we're going with."

The door to the living room opened and Iori and the others walked back in. The youngest Digidestined surveyed the room with his hands on his hips. "Well, are we all ready?" he asked.

"Let's go!" chimed Takeru and Koushiro, and the Digidestined split up, heading off in different directions to face their separate foes – though all for a similar cause.

Ken laid back on the couch, one arm around Daisuke, finally able to relax. But one thing stuck in his mind as he glanced at the clock.

"Hey, Koushiro," he called to the redhead. Koushiro turned, one eyebrow raised. "Where's your mother? I thought she was coming home early?"

Koushiro face vaulted yet again, sweatdropping. Just then, they heard a banging from the basement.

"OKAY, WHO LOCKED ME IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM? THIS IS NOT FUNNY! KOUSHIRO? KOUSHIIIRO!"

"Eheh…" Koushiro said, and Ken, Jyou, Iori and Daisuke sweatdropped. "Maybe we'd better just leave her there for a little while…"

"I hope there's good ventilation," Ken said, and Koushiro sweatdropped again, but Jyou pulled on his arm.

"Come on, we've got Ken and Daisuke's butts to save," he said, and Koushiro nodded, following him into the living room.

Daisuke leaned his head on Ken's shoulder, and the two of them closed their eyes. Maybe soon this hectic, crazy day would soon be over, and they could get back to leading ordinary lives.

As if anything would ever be ordinary ever again.

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That's me Lucky Charms... they're magically *dun dun* delicious!!!