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Chapter Six: High
Downtown there was chaos. For one thing, the Gap had been taken over by a brunette, who had stormed in with a high heel that she was using to physically threaten the life of a pink-haired companion. And a group of teenagers was now darting wildly through the streets, hoping to end the hostage situation in time. Everyone ought to panic - it was the end of the world.
But inside the food store, Devon, the annoying salesclerk, had his own problems. He was taking inventory when the cereal arrived.
"Mummymon Coco Puffs?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Never heard of it. 'Kids will go cuckoo for them! Contains 100% nutritional value, mummy approved.'" He continued to rummage through the bins. "Frosty Frigimon Flakes - will bring out the polar bear in you! They're grrrrreat! Contains free key chains…" Devon sweat dropped. "Okay, you'd have to be a clown to want to collect those! Kellogg's Puppet Brand! Huh???"
He dropped the box he was holding, which had a big machine-like creature on the front. His boss was in the other room, cooking up something suitably nasty no doubt. For an instant Devon considered calling the big brute in - they would just have to get the wrong order…when all of a sudden Devon's eyes lit up.
"Is your boss giving you a hard time?" the Mummymon box read.
"YES!" Devon shouted.
"Never giving you the respect you deserve?" the caption on another box read. "Not giving you a raise? Then cheer him up with Honeynutmon Cheerios."
"Honeynutmon Cheerios, eh?" Devon said, turning the box over and reading the recipe on the back. "Hmmmm, it's a batty idea, but so what?" He shrugged - his oversized hat, which took up most of his head, fell over his eyes, he adjusted it, and when he did, came up grinning madly. "It would be great if it could work! I don't even know why I started working for this goon in the first place. Ever since that electric guitar shop with all the Elvis music went out of business I've been on the down and out with jobs…"
"DEVONNNNN!" that was the manager. "What are you doing back there? Do you want to be hung outside to drip dry from the clothes line?"
"Uhhhh, no," said Devon, hastily gathering together the cereal boxes. "I - I don't. That's quite all right. I'll finish up!"
"I hope so… for your sake!" the manager swore. "I truly do!"
That did it. He did not know if it would work, how it would work, but he would do it - he would mix up the cereal ingredients, slip them to his boss, and hope for the pay hike.
"DEVONNNNNN!"
Of course he did not bother to read the label that said, "This recipe is a sequel to our first professionally designed love potion." Was the box biodegradable? Devon didn't care: "And please don't recycle."
Hidden behind the shelves, unseen by Devon and barely hiding laughs behind their hands, were two boys, closer to the age of young men: Koushiro and Jyou.
"That was a genius plan, Koushiro!" Jyou commended.
"What better way to get Daisuke and Ken off the hook than to manipulate the fishermen?" Koushiro laughed.
"None better," Jyou agreed, "None better…"
Meanwhile…
"I'LL KILL HER, I WILL, SO HELP ME GOD!" Hikari shrieked, her hand clutched tightly around a bright yellow high heel, which she held at a terrified Mimi's throat. "I'll kill her!"
"Like, what do you want?" pleaded a terrified cashier with long wine-colored hair, wearing Gap-style clothes. She looked about as smart as the high heel that Hikari was holding, and that was being generous, and it was a wonder she knew how to work the cash register.
"Uh…" Hikari looked stumped for a second. Evidently she was going on a rampage purely for the fun of it. But then she saw the pink spandex shirt that had "Gap Angel" written across the front that she had wanted forever… but they never had her size. "I want that shirt, in my size, now!" she shrieked, pressing the high heel closer to Mimi's throat.
"Somebody, like, call the police!" the cashier whispered loudly, but Hikari grabbed the pink high heel off Mimi's foot, her other hand with the heel not straying from Mimi's neck, and threw it as hard as she could at the cashier's head. She had horrible aim, but the shoe hit the phone in the girl's hand, and the purpose of the throw was at least achieved.
"Like, HEY!" the cashier wailed, clutching her hand. "You, like, chipped my, like, nail polish!"
"DEAL!" Hikari snapped, and was about to throw Mimi's other shoe (by now the poor pink-haired girl was totally terrified), but just then, the door banged open, and Takeru, Taichi, Yamato, Sora and Miyako burst in.
"Hikari!" Taichi yelled. Hikari actually dropped both shoes in surprise, giving Mimi time to worm away and run for the crowd of DDs at the door, sobbing in relief. Sora quickly administered the love potion antidote from a water bottle at her hip. The other four stood glaring at Hikari with mixed apprehension and anger.
"What are you doing?" Takeru exclaimed. Hikari's eyes unfocused for a second.
"Promoting Mervyns's spring sale…" she said, her voice suddenly very deep. Miyako eeped, and the ditzy cashier fainted dead out on the floor. The others sweatdropped.
"Ooooookay, that's not cool…" Yamato raised his eyebrows.
"Uh… what?" Hikari muttered, looking about. "I mean… uh, KILLING!" She leaped forward, grabbing a hanger in one hand and a beaded, sparkly spaghetti-strap shirt in the other - those things are damned dangerous!
"NOOOO!"
The other Digidestined scattered, all except for Takeru, who had to duck as Hikari whipped the shirt at his chest. Unfortunately that didn't work as well as he'd hoped because the sharp edges of the metal sparkly beads caught him across the face, and he tumbled out of the way. She let out a blood-curdling war cry (that sounded very strange coming from such an angelic-looking brunette) and crashed out of the doors and into the rest of the mall.
"Oh no!" Taichi yelled. Yamato jumped up and stared after Hikari.
"We have to save the mall!" he cried, and all five of them (Takeru, Yamato, Taichi, Sora, Miyako and Mimi… wait… that's six… right, we rescued Mimi!) burst out of the Gap and into the rest of the mall, feet slapping on the mint-green tiles, dodging harried shoppers and scary-looking promotion signs.
Meanwhile…
"We have to go help them!" Daisuke exclaimed.
"Daisuke…" Ken said, pulling himself to his feet reluctantly. The redhead was standing in the middle of the room, trying to get to the door, but being restrained by little Iori who was, in fact, quite amazingly strong. "You're tired…"
"Yes, I'm tired, but they probably need our help! You remember what Hikari was like before!" Daisuke exclaimed, wrenching his arm away from Iori, standing to face Ken.
"Yeah, but…" face it Ichijouji, you just don't want Daisuke to get hurt.
"But nothing," Daisuke said, a bit quieter, and gently cupped Ken's face in his hands, planting soft kisses on his eyelids, his nose, and finally his mouth. "With you there, I'll be fine."
Iori made gagging noises behind them.
"What?" Daisuke demanded as he and his koi turned to glare at Iori for interrupting the precious moment. Iori rolled his eyes.
"If we're going, let's go already!" he sighed. "By the time you two are finished, the mall will be in ruins and Hikari will be the Queen of Pyromaniacs, Psychopathic Homicidal Killers and Gap Girls. Now let's go!"
They burst into the mall five minutes later, coming across a huge traffic problem. It was lucky they were all so small, managing to squeeze through the throngs of people trying to get out through the exits; Daisuke got his goggles caught on a pole on the way and had to let them hang there for a while, but Ken remedied this by plopping an adorable-looking black velvet beret that he grabbed off a sales rack onto Daisuke's head.
"It's got a hot pink feather!" Daisuke protested, touching the huge, floppy feather that just brushed his forehead.
"Exactly," Ken grinned, planting a kiss on Daisuke's nose and getting tickled in the process. Daisuke laughed, ignoring the elbow that just got stabbed into his ribs by a passing shopper.
"Come on," groaned Iori.
They escaped the swarm of people and found themselves facing a clothing store - Abercrombie and Fitch. An abandoned ice-cream cart stood in front of it, and it was clear that everybody had been clearing out this area.
They could see why.
"Hikari!" Ken and Daisuke chorused, running into the store. The girl in the pink spandex was on top of the counter, a sharp hanger in one hand and a… platform shoe?… in the other.
"I WANT THAT SHIRT, IN MY SIZE, NOW!!" she screamed. It wasn't the same shirt as before.
"Freak," muttered Yamato.
"That's a guy's shirt, 'Kari!" her brother protested.
"DO NOT QUESTION ME! I WANT MY SIZE! NOW!" she chucked a platform shoe at Takeru's head.
"What now?" Sora yelped.
"Uhhhhhhh, we could order her size for her," Daisuke squeaked, running up. "Ummmmm, what size is Hikari, Taichi? Size six?"
"I AM NOT SIZE SIX!" Hikari screamed.
Bad move.
"I AM THINNER THEN THAT! Size six would fit a Mammothmon! Size six would fit a Mammothmon!"
"Ummmmm, Daisuke," Taichi said, ducking as a rack full of blue jeans came sailing in his direction. "You really shouldn't have said that. Hikari is really particular about her size… and her weight."
"You really should pay more attention to figures, Daisuke-kun," Ken whispered in a fearful voice, then, when Hikari seconded that, he glared at her. "Anorexic bitch," he muttered.
A platform heel shattered the marquee just a few inches to his left, causing the blue and yellow lights to flicker in all sorts of colors.
"Kind of like a rainbow," Yamato observed.
"Only there's no pot of gold at the end and no Lucky," Takeru groaned.
"LOOK OUT!"
Here came a shelf full of girl's underwear - truly a devastating attack. Everyone got out of the way in time - except for Daisuke, who came up with a heart shaped bra on his forehead. His face was bright red - Ken plucked the bra off.
"YOU…DON'T…HAVE MY SIZE!" Hikari roared. "You don't have my colors! You don't have anything that… is me!"
"They have clothes that would look good on you over in…" he glanced outside the story "…in Gap Kids," Daisuke just said.
Extremely bad move.
"Do I look like a kid? DO I LOOK LIKE A KID!" Hikari shrieked, holding up a pair of scissors from behind the counter.
"Uhhhhh, no, I take that back!" Daisuke stammered.
"Put the scissors down, Hikari," Ken said, trying to remain calm.
"Heel Throw!" Hikari shouted, Ken and Daisuke were right in the way - and then…Ooops! They went flying, Daisuke hanging on to Ken for dear life. The ice cream bar, right across the way, broke their fall.
"HIKARI, NO!" Yamato was pleading.
At the ice cream stand, however, other things were happening. Daisuke had popped up, covered in vanilla. Ken was beside him, sprawled out in chocolate. When Daisuke tried to stand up, he hit his head on the counter, sending multi-colored sprinkles and a vat of hot fudge to come pouring down on him - and on Ken. His shoulders disrupted the marshmallows, his elbow hit the button that started the flow of strawberry syrup and his hand just happened to knock over the strawberry short cake.
"Ohhhhh, Ken, I'm sorry! Truly I am!" Daisuke exclaimed, mortified.
"You don't have to be the least bit sorry - you have nothing to regret," Ken laughed, and Daisuke's eyes became huge saucers as Ken drew him in and began to lick the little sprinkles off his cheeks. "Mmmmmmm, this is how desert should always be served up…"
"Chocolate covered Ken…"
"Strawberry covered Daisuke…" Ken replied, and he slid his tongue out. There was a little hot chocolate on the end that Daisuke could suck up.
"It's so cold, though… " Daisuke shivered.
"But don't I make you feel warmer already?" Ken purred, running his tongue teasingly along Daisuke's jaw line.
"Ohhhh yes, yes indeed…"
"You might try Banana Republic…" Iori squeaked. "They have some nice clothes."
"But it just isn't me!!!" Hikari wailed.
"There's syrup on your neck," Ken said. "Here, I'll take care of that, okay!" He nestled into the bed of ice cream, pushing Daisuke back ever so gently.
"Well, there's a chocolate sprinkle on your finger," Daisuke said, and Ken lowered his pinky so Daisuke could give the sprinkle coated hand a good long kiss.
"What about Guess?"
"GUESS!" Hikari screamed. "Guess again! Heel Throw!"
"Mmmmmmmmm, you are delicious!" Daisuke murmured, and they sank back for a nice long and drawn out kiss.
"I hate to interrupt the fun here," Miyako screeched, "but we have a little problem here. Hikari-chan is bent on taking over the shopping mall!"
"Oh - right!" Ken said, jumping up.
"The girl's had too many Pop Tarts," Daisuke said. "She's gone poppy in the head." Hikari turned her blazing eyes upon him. "Oops, did I make a mistake?"
"Please do not insult the insane mall rat," Miyako shivered.
"I - AM - NOT - INSANE!" Hikari yelled. "Okay, I'm shaving her hair!"
"Hey, look, Hikari!" Takeru hopefully said, as a man with a wagonfull of clothes passed by. "Your colors!"
"It's Old Navy, too!" Mimi brightened. She reached for her wallet. "Excuse me, hey mister, could you hand me that skirt please? I can pay cash or credit!"
"You'll do no such thing!" Hikari growled. "River of Mini-skirts!"
"I recommend we duck!" Daisuke cried.
"Crimson Tanktop!"
"I second that motion!" Taichi yelped, as Hikari followed the assault up with Giga Pants and Trump Sandals. He promptly face vaulted.
"So, uhhhh, Daisuke, how do you recommend we give her the antidote?" Takeru was sweat dropping.
"Maybe we should call Genie after all!"
"Gennai…" Ken groaned, as a Trump Sandal bounced off his forehead, leaving him a little dazed. "Gennai…Gennai…Gennai…We have to find some way to hold her still." He had scarcely said this when this attack was followed by a Dark Prom Dress Concert Crash.
Meanwhile…
"So, what's going to happen to the evil manager?" Jyou wondered aloud, as the bat for brains for a sales clerk hopped about, randomly throwing ingredients together. "Will this work? What if it backfires?"
"Calm down, Jyou," Koushiro said. "This is Gennai approved. It will work like a Heaven's Charm."
"Yeah, but remember the last time you said that? Suppose another one of your plans fails. You haven't forgotten that your science project blew up the school basement?"
"Ohhhh, that was nothing!" Koushiro flushed. "I know what I'm doing." He laughed. "You don't want the manager showing the world pictures of Veemon and Wormmon, do you?"
"N - no," Jyou stammered.
"Good then. Trust me."
"What exactly does this recipe do, Koushiro?" Jyou asked.
"It tames the savage beast," Koushiro confidently said. "He'll be as gentle as a Koromon after he's had a dose of this."
"O-okay," Jyou said, as Devon scampered off. "I wonder how things are going with Hikari?"
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"T-shirt Pummel!"
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"Better then things here…" Koushiro said.
Meanwhile, in America…
Wallace flopped onto his couch, clicking on the Japanese station to see if there was any news about his old friends or something. Maybe Ken or Koushiro won a science project lately, or Daisuke, Ken or Tai won a soccer tournament.
The news was on.
"News Flash," said the reporter, looking at the clipboard in his hands. "A girl with brown hair and brown eyes, about 11 or 12 years old, identified as Yagami Hikari, is running rampant in Odaiba shopping mall. The girl has just stolen an expensive $1000 Gucci handbag from Neiman Marcus department store, went on a rampage in the Gap, and is now holding her friends off with sharp objects and high heeled shoes in Abercrombie and Fitch. We think the Banana Republic is next."
Wallace sweatdropped.
"Okay, that I did not need to know…"
"Odaiba is in serious trouble…A red alert has been issued. If you are at the shopping mall, it is advised that you evacuate immediately! We repeat, it is advised you evacuate immediately!"
Wallace reached for the remote control. Suddenly Daisuke and Ken came on, and the camera was focused right on them - in the ice cream bar. Wallace's mouth dropped even wider. "Errrmmmmm," he called out to his Digimon, "since when were Daisuke and Ken a couple?" He shrugged as Hikari aimed a knee high leather boot at Ken. This was better then "Survivor".
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Digi-World…
"Mr. Gennai, sir…?"
"WHAT?!"
"Mr. Gennai," the giant Mega repeated, lightly tapping on the glass shaped house where the warrior was meditating. "Would you please come out of your bottle?"
"If you want to be with me, baby, there's a price to pay…" Gennai was murmuring. "Gotta rub me the right way…"
Quinlongmon raised an eyebrow, and let loose a furious roar. "Mr. Gennai, it's important!"
Well, that got his attention. As the glass walls shattered, Gennai quickly stuffed his fan poster of Christina Aguilera under a pillow. "Ohhh, it's you, Quinlongmon," he exclaimed, concealing the head phones. "What do you want?"
"There's a problem…" Quinlongmon said. "Odaiba is under attack…"
"OH NO! Not again!" Gennai shouted, running for his sword. "Don't tell me Myotismon or the Dark Masters have returned!"
"Not exactly…" Quinlongmon sighed. "It's worse then that!" He guided Gennai over to a giant viewing globe, Gennai almost fainted as Hikari stormed into the Banana Republic, dynamite strapped to her chest. "There's a little hostage situation…"
"STICK 'EM UP!" Hikari screeched.
"OH NO!" Gennai murmured, clasping a hand to his forehead. "Don't tell me…she took Mimi hostage! I knew this would happen one day."
"Well you see, sir," Quinlongmon said, "Mimi was her hostage, but she's not anymore…"
The view switched to Jyou and Koushiro laughing as Devon went into his boss' office.
"And there's another problem…this food store in Odaiba has been receiving suspicious cereal orders, and this manager, who pushes jerk to the ultimate extreme, has been ordering the cereal in. He has this kid named Devon working for him…"
"Devon…" Gennai said weakly, as the kid flapped on to the scene. "And this manager's name?"
Quinlongmon whispered it to him, Gennai almost lost his lunch. "Not again… not him again…"
The view switched back to Hikari.
"You said Mimi is her hostage?" Gennai said in baffled bewilderment. "Is - was?"
"Was," Quinlongmon said, "she's not anymore." He shook his head. "You see, Hikari used A Dark Prom Dress Concert Crash attack…" He turned away as Hikari thrust her new hostage in front of the screen. "I'm afraid so…"
Thud! Gennai was out like a light.
"STICK 'EM UP!" Hikari screamed, and she marched into the Banana Republic with Ken Ichijouji, whom she had taken hostage - a heel to his throat, dynamite around his wrist.
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How is Daisuke going to get Ken out of this one??? Hehe... prepared to be... surprised...
