I'm baaaaaaa-ack! 'Tis I, Leafeon, the humorist extradonaire, back with yet another 'lil ficcie for all you people out there in FanFiction.net world! I promise, I got over the slightly lime-ish flavor in ~Sora's Vengefully Bad Hair-Gel Day~ (Or at least... I sorta got over it....) Anyway, I have always loved Kensuke (I have the CUTEST Kensuke fanart!)
and Takori...So I decided to dabble a little bit in the fine art of cute'n'fuzzy shounan-ai!
*sweatdrops* The only annoying thing is constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure my mom isn't in the room. Heh-heh...."No mom, I just got my pronouns mixed up...*urk*"
Annnnyyyyyway..... Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, if I did...Episode fifty would be six feet under.
~~Up the River Without a Paddle~~
Chapter One: Boredom, Bashing, Brainstorms!
Hikari Kamiya was extremely and totally bored. Now you as the reader may be saying, "Well, who the heck gives a crap if Hikari Kamiya was bored???" But, unbeknownst to the rest of the Chosen Children, when Hikari Kamiya got bored, her mind wandered into dangerous places.
On this bleak, gray fall day, her mind wandered right into her relationship problems. First of course, there was Daisuke. He was a nice kid, but he annoyed Hikari out of her flipping mind. Rolling over on her back, Hikari flipped a pillow up in the air. Then there was Takeru. She smiled. Gentle, sweet 'lil Takeru. (A/N: For all you people saying nooooo not Takari, breathe, it isn't)
But Hikari, even in her current, devious state of mind, she couldn't bear to break Daisuke's heart. And, due to its incapabilties of dealing with rejection, probably his little mind too.
"Hmmm... No easy answers for me, are there? Still, there must be something I can do!" She tapped her foot against the bedpost, keeping time with the music she could hear faintly from the kitchen. Taichi. He must have Sora over again. Too bad she wasn't that heartless, to play Yamato and Taichi like that. She shuddered. And sometimes Taichi and Yamato were busy with each other. Urgh.
"Ha!" Hikari yelled, and in her excitement, flipped over and fell on her head. Rubbing her head, she snapped her fingers. "That's it! If Daisuke was busy with someone else...then he won't be concerned with me and Takeru!"
"Gatomon," she said, addressing her digimon who was staring at her, bleary-eyed, as she threw on her coat. "I'm going to Miyako's, be back soon!"
Gatomon sighed. There was no mistaking that grin on Hikari's face. She was going to seriously screw up someone's life again. Oh well. the digimon yawned and hoped it wasn't hers.
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Hikari swished past Tai and Matt. Ah, she'd been wrong, it wasn't Sora. Heh, there was a threesome with some serious problems!
"Bye Taichi, Bye Yamato, goin' to Miyako's!" She said, swishing past them and slamming the door behind her.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, 'Matt?" Taichi said, biting into a conveniently near-by apple.
"You think?" teased Yamato, who then glanced around for the umpteenth time to watch for Sora and her tennis racket.
"She's gonna screw up someone's life again, I just know it!" Taichi said, then found a worm in his apple and threw it over his shoulder, where it knocked out Sora, who had been lying in wait behind the refrigerator and thus stopping the grisly double murder that would have otherwise occurred that night in the Yagami house. (One must wonder though, why were both of them in the Yagami House. Gods, here I go, on a Taito tangent again....)
Yamato watched as the fallen form of Sora fell out from behind the refrigerator and giggled. Yes, that's right, Mr.Ishida himself giggled. "As long as it isn't our life being screwed up, I don't care," he said, smirking evilly.
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And he wasn't the only one. A couple streets down, in front of Miyako Inoue's apartment, Hikari smirked just as, if not more evilly than Yamato. Mrs. Inoue (Do any of these parents have NAMES??) answered the door, a bit nervous that it was that annoying Jehovah's Witness, selling bibles again. She couldn't say no, and therefore the stack next to the sink was getting quite large.
When she looked down and saw the girl at her door, she smiled, relieved, then noticed the rather sinuous smile wrapped around the girls face and got nervous all over again. She sighed, and muttered under her breath "Don't tell me Miyako's been inviting psycho-murders home again"
Above her breath, she smiled and said "Hello, are you here to see Miyako?" The girl-formerly-known-as-Hikari-but-is-now-a-evil-entity-set-on-Daisuke-distraction nodded.
Miyako popped up behind her mother. "Oh, 'kari! Hi! Come in, come in!" She smiled at her friend...but something about that smiled disturbed her. oh no...she's gonna screw up someone's life again. All I can hope is that she's not going to try and fix me and Ken up again!
Sprawled out on the floor in Miyako's room, Kari related her "unique" idea to get rid of Daisuke without hurting him.
"Huh," said Miyako, shoveling food from the plate she had brought in with her. "Great idea, there 'kari, but who are you going to fix him up with? And how? You'd need to do it real subtly, so he wouldn't be offended."
"Um... I hadn't got that far. Hm. I guess it would have to be another Chosen Child, we don't want him having to explain V-mon, right?" Hikari said, frowning as furrowed her brows.
"Right. But God, which one of us?" Miyako was also perplexed. "Maybe we need a little genius help. I'll call Koushiro!" Miyako hopped onto the phone and dialed the number.
"I'll put it on speakerphone so we can both hear," Hikari said. and clicked the button. She heard Koushiro say "Oh hi, Miyako, honey"
"Koushiro?? Uh...Uh... This is on speakerphone!" Miyako was blushing furiously as Hikari nudged her in the ribs, mouthing, "Hi, Miyako, honey!"
"Oh. Er. Eh-heh." You could actually hear the blush on Koushiro's face.
"Hey, Koushiro," said Hikari, still smirking "We need your advice."
"Right," said Miyako, who went to hit Hikari. "We need to set Daisuke up, but we don't know how, or with whom. We figure it has to be a Chosen Child though."
"Hmm..." said Koushiro, and they heard his fingers tapping on the keyboard "You are right about the Chosen thing though. And that it should probably be one of us, the Japanese, otherwise transportation could be messy."
"Right!" said Kari " And that leaves us with Mimi--"
"In America, remember?" said Koushiro's voice from the phone. Both Hikari and Miyako were looking at the phone, though this made little sense, since Koushiro was obviously not in the phone. It was much akin to the way kids look at a PA system in school. "She'd max-out his credit cards anyway, believe me, I know."
Miyako turned bright red and began throttling the phone with its own cord. This of course was even non-sensical than looking at the phone when he was talking. "WHAT YOU DO MEAN YOU'D KNOW?!!??!??" she screeched, inflamed with rage.
"Err...nothing, dear." Koushiro genuinely cowed. Mooo.
"Uhh... Right. And that leaves Sora--" Hikari thought the better of this. Sora had been getting pretty good aim with those tranquilizer darts lately, and she only wanted to distract Daisuke, not kill him. "Never mind... So that leaves.... you, Miyako."
Miyako looked up from killing the phone "Oh-no... No way! I am NOT going out with goggle boy! Not for all the desserts in my mom's store!"
"Mi-yako's (gasp) right!" Koushiro's voice was strangled, which was of course, completely irrational and true. Miyako dropped the phone.
"I'm glad you agree, Koushiro," she said, her voice no longer raging but soft and dangerous, its tone saying agree-with-everything-I-say-and-no-one-gets-hurt. "Because I'm otherwise involved, right?"
"Well no-"
"Right?"
"Ah--yes, of course, but also because you already know about it. It should be someone who knows no more than Daisuke, otherwise his actions might be or seem false. And it'll be a lot more fun to watch if neither of them know."
"One prob. All we've got left is guys," Kari said, but then thought back to Taichi and Yamato. "Aw, hell, why not. Let's go the shounan-ai way, hm?"
"Fine with me," said Koushiro, he breath now returning to normal. "I'd say Taichi and Yama are out, right?"
"Oh yes," said Hikari, thinking back a little too far and wincing. "They're...out."
"And I'm out."
"Should bally well think so!!" Miyako said (a/n: is there any Japanese equivalent to "bally?") ready to shove a pencil through the phone which Hikari was beginning to believe had some kind of voodoo on it.
"That leaves Jyou-"
"No way," said Miyako, "He's way too busy with school and everything"
"Or Takeru--
"ARE YOU INSANE??" Hikari nearly screamed into the phone.
"Or Iori--" Hikari giggled, just thinking of Daisuke and Iori together
"Or not." Koushiro sighed. "That leaves....." The girls heard him scrolling down. "Ken."
"Hmmm..." The evil grin on Hikari's face grew wider. "That--
"Could work." Miyako finished for her. Ha! Now she can't try and match us up!
"Could definitely work."
"Ok, we got our lovebirds....now for a plan," Hikari said decisively. There was an embarrassing silence.
"Hey, I'm only a genius here, not an expert on love," came Koushiro's voice from the phone.
"That much is obvious," muttered Miyako, and she stabbed the phone in what Hikari judged was the lower left arm area of the phone. "Urk."
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and Takori...So I decided to dabble a little bit in the fine art of cute'n'fuzzy shounan-ai!
*sweatdrops* The only annoying thing is constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure my mom isn't in the room. Heh-heh...."No mom, I just got my pronouns mixed up...*urk*"
Annnnyyyyyway..... Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, if I did...Episode fifty would be six feet under.
~~Up the River Without a Paddle~~
Chapter One: Boredom, Bashing, Brainstorms!
Hikari Kamiya was extremely and totally bored. Now you as the reader may be saying, "Well, who the heck gives a crap if Hikari Kamiya was bored???" But, unbeknownst to the rest of the Chosen Children, when Hikari Kamiya got bored, her mind wandered into dangerous places.
On this bleak, gray fall day, her mind wandered right into her relationship problems. First of course, there was Daisuke. He was a nice kid, but he annoyed Hikari out of her flipping mind. Rolling over on her back, Hikari flipped a pillow up in the air. Then there was Takeru. She smiled. Gentle, sweet 'lil Takeru. (A/N: For all you people saying nooooo not Takari, breathe, it isn't)
But Hikari, even in her current, devious state of mind, she couldn't bear to break Daisuke's heart. And, due to its incapabilties of dealing with rejection, probably his little mind too.
"Hmmm... No easy answers for me, are there? Still, there must be something I can do!" She tapped her foot against the bedpost, keeping time with the music she could hear faintly from the kitchen. Taichi. He must have Sora over again. Too bad she wasn't that heartless, to play Yamato and Taichi like that. She shuddered. And sometimes Taichi and Yamato were busy with each other. Urgh.
"Ha!" Hikari yelled, and in her excitement, flipped over and fell on her head. Rubbing her head, she snapped her fingers. "That's it! If Daisuke was busy with someone else...then he won't be concerned with me and Takeru!"
"Gatomon," she said, addressing her digimon who was staring at her, bleary-eyed, as she threw on her coat. "I'm going to Miyako's, be back soon!"
Gatomon sighed. There was no mistaking that grin on Hikari's face. She was going to seriously screw up someone's life again. Oh well. the digimon yawned and hoped it wasn't hers.
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Hikari swished past Tai and Matt. Ah, she'd been wrong, it wasn't Sora. Heh, there was a threesome with some serious problems!
"Bye Taichi, Bye Yamato, goin' to Miyako's!" She said, swishing past them and slamming the door behind her.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, 'Matt?" Taichi said, biting into a conveniently near-by apple.
"You think?" teased Yamato, who then glanced around for the umpteenth time to watch for Sora and her tennis racket.
"She's gonna screw up someone's life again, I just know it!" Taichi said, then found a worm in his apple and threw it over his shoulder, where it knocked out Sora, who had been lying in wait behind the refrigerator and thus stopping the grisly double murder that would have otherwise occurred that night in the Yagami house. (One must wonder though, why were both of them in the Yagami House. Gods, here I go, on a Taito tangent again....)
Yamato watched as the fallen form of Sora fell out from behind the refrigerator and giggled. Yes, that's right, Mr.Ishida himself giggled. "As long as it isn't our life being screwed up, I don't care," he said, smirking evilly.
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And he wasn't the only one. A couple streets down, in front of Miyako Inoue's apartment, Hikari smirked just as, if not more evilly than Yamato. Mrs. Inoue (Do any of these parents have NAMES??) answered the door, a bit nervous that it was that annoying Jehovah's Witness, selling bibles again. She couldn't say no, and therefore the stack next to the sink was getting quite large.
When she looked down and saw the girl at her door, she smiled, relieved, then noticed the rather sinuous smile wrapped around the girls face and got nervous all over again. She sighed, and muttered under her breath "Don't tell me Miyako's been inviting psycho-murders home again"
Above her breath, she smiled and said "Hello, are you here to see Miyako?" The girl-formerly-known-as-Hikari-but-is-now-a-evil-entity-set-on-Daisuke-distraction nodded.
Miyako popped up behind her mother. "Oh, 'kari! Hi! Come in, come in!" She smiled at her friend...but something about that smiled disturbed her. oh no...she's gonna screw up someone's life again. All I can hope is that she's not going to try and fix me and Ken up again!
Sprawled out on the floor in Miyako's room, Kari related her "unique" idea to get rid of Daisuke without hurting him.
"Huh," said Miyako, shoveling food from the plate she had brought in with her. "Great idea, there 'kari, but who are you going to fix him up with? And how? You'd need to do it real subtly, so he wouldn't be offended."
"Um... I hadn't got that far. Hm. I guess it would have to be another Chosen Child, we don't want him having to explain V-mon, right?" Hikari said, frowning as furrowed her brows.
"Right. But God, which one of us?" Miyako was also perplexed. "Maybe we need a little genius help. I'll call Koushiro!" Miyako hopped onto the phone and dialed the number.
"I'll put it on speakerphone so we can both hear," Hikari said. and clicked the button. She heard Koushiro say "Oh hi, Miyako, honey"
"Koushiro?? Uh...Uh... This is on speakerphone!" Miyako was blushing furiously as Hikari nudged her in the ribs, mouthing, "Hi, Miyako, honey!"
"Oh. Er. Eh-heh." You could actually hear the blush on Koushiro's face.
"Hey, Koushiro," said Hikari, still smirking "We need your advice."
"Right," said Miyako, who went to hit Hikari. "We need to set Daisuke up, but we don't know how, or with whom. We figure it has to be a Chosen Child though."
"Hmm..." said Koushiro, and they heard his fingers tapping on the keyboard "You are right about the Chosen thing though. And that it should probably be one of us, the Japanese, otherwise transportation could be messy."
"Right!" said Kari " And that leaves us with Mimi--"
"In America, remember?" said Koushiro's voice from the phone. Both Hikari and Miyako were looking at the phone, though this made little sense, since Koushiro was obviously not in the phone. It was much akin to the way kids look at a PA system in school. "She'd max-out his credit cards anyway, believe me, I know."
Miyako turned bright red and began throttling the phone with its own cord. This of course was even non-sensical than looking at the phone when he was talking. "WHAT YOU DO MEAN YOU'D KNOW?!!??!??" she screeched, inflamed with rage.
"Err...nothing, dear." Koushiro genuinely cowed. Mooo.
"Uhh... Right. And that leaves Sora--" Hikari thought the better of this. Sora had been getting pretty good aim with those tranquilizer darts lately, and she only wanted to distract Daisuke, not kill him. "Never mind... So that leaves.... you, Miyako."
Miyako looked up from killing the phone "Oh-no... No way! I am NOT going out with goggle boy! Not for all the desserts in my mom's store!"
"Mi-yako's (gasp) right!" Koushiro's voice was strangled, which was of course, completely irrational and true. Miyako dropped the phone.
"I'm glad you agree, Koushiro," she said, her voice no longer raging but soft and dangerous, its tone saying agree-with-everything-I-say-and-no-one-gets-hurt. "Because I'm otherwise involved, right?"
"Well no-"
"Right?"
"Ah--yes, of course, but also because you already know about it. It should be someone who knows no more than Daisuke, otherwise his actions might be or seem false. And it'll be a lot more fun to watch if neither of them know."
"One prob. All we've got left is guys," Kari said, but then thought back to Taichi and Yamato. "Aw, hell, why not. Let's go the shounan-ai way, hm?"
"Fine with me," said Koushiro, he breath now returning to normal. "I'd say Taichi and Yama are out, right?"
"Oh yes," said Hikari, thinking back a little too far and wincing. "They're...out."
"And I'm out."
"Should bally well think so!!" Miyako said (a/n: is there any Japanese equivalent to "bally?") ready to shove a pencil through the phone which Hikari was beginning to believe had some kind of voodoo on it.
"That leaves Jyou-"
"No way," said Miyako, "He's way too busy with school and everything"
"Or Takeru--
"ARE YOU INSANE??" Hikari nearly screamed into the phone.
"Or Iori--" Hikari giggled, just thinking of Daisuke and Iori together
"Or not." Koushiro sighed. "That leaves....." The girls heard him scrolling down. "Ken."
"Hmmm..." The evil grin on Hikari's face grew wider. "That--
"Could work." Miyako finished for her. Ha! Now she can't try and match us up!
"Could definitely work."
"Ok, we got our lovebirds....now for a plan," Hikari said decisively. There was an embarrassing silence.
"Hey, I'm only a genius here, not an expert on love," came Koushiro's voice from the phone.
"That much is obvious," muttered Miyako, and she stabbed the phone in what Hikari judged was the lower left arm area of the phone. "Urk."
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