OK since I don't think anyone really cares, I won't make Davis and Willis a gay couple. Mostly due to the fact that one of my reviewers evidently hates it with a passion. You know who you are (I hope…). Anyways I have to ask you, my faithful readers (Ha! Ya right), for your forgiveness, I was grounded from the computer so you see it's kinda hard to type another chapter. Cool?
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN DIGIMON!!! LEAVE ME BE!!! There I feel better already.
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After the small but joyous reunion of three out of the thirteen digidestine bound for New York, they were on the road again. Davis called the back seat so he could sleep. He had been up long before Willis nearly giddy with anticipation for the trip and the fact that he needed to sleep finally took over.
Willis was board so he started to flip through Tk's CD collection. Covering two full pages were rap, then popular, a few mixed CD's, then the letters in black ink across one CD caught Willis's eye. " My Music: Scratch Art"
" What's this Tk?" he asked in general curiosity.
"What's what?" Tk answered back not taking his eyes off the road.
" This." Willis answered along with sliding the CD into the player. After a few seconds, the stereo blared with music from an old school scratch table. (AN If you don't know what it is. It's a turntable with two records playing with a DJ using his fingers the move the records. Therefore causing a scratching sound.)
Willis quickly turned down the music and checked on Davis. He was still asleep.
"That." Willis answered motioning to the CD in the player.
"Oh. Back home in California I'm a DJ at a teen club. I'm also a pro scratchier and I sing a little bit there, people seem to enjoy it so I do it." He answered with a small shrug.
" That is so cool. We're going to have to go to club in New York and ask you to perform."
" Ha funny." He replied. A little while later he asked, " So how did you and Davis end up traveling together?"
"We live in the same dorm at college." He saw the puzzled look on Tk's face and decided to back up his explanation. "About three years ago Davis's Dad's business (AN Is that right?) started booming, but there was some sort of problem in the extension set up in New York. Since his Dad was going, Davis went with him. Well Davis ended up loving his time in New York so his Dad allowed him to stay in New York and live my family and me."
"And he left Japan that easily?" Tk asked with a questioning look on his face.
" Its not like there was much for him in Japan. Most if not all of the older digidestine were in college. Soccer was no longer a challenge for him there. Cody and his Mother moved away after his grandfather's death. Kari no longer lived there…" he paused because he knew that would get a reaction out of Tk. He was right.
" What do you mean Kari no longer lived there?"
'Bingo' thought Willis. " Well, a few years after you left Kari could barely walk by the park without breaking down in tears over you." He stopped to look at Tk's face. It was full of self-resentment and untold sadness for his lost love. Willis decided to continue his story, " Her mom thought that she should get out of the atmosphere, so she called up Mimi's mom and Kari ended up living in New York with Mimi."
" I had…no idea." Tk said slowly. His eyes showed pure innocence and sincerity.
" I know, Mrs. Kamiya thought it would be a good idea if you …didn't know." Now it was Willis's turn to speak slowly, as if he had betrayed Tk in some way.
" No, she was right not to tell me," commented Tk sensing Willis's personal dilemma, " I mean I was the reason she left Japan. So, don't worry about it. Ok?" He asked taking a chanced glance at Willis. His face showed relief.
Davis started to stir and got up, " What are you guys talking about?" he asked sleppily.
" Nothin' really, just decusing our lives." Answered Willis.
"Ok I 'm going to find a hotel to stay the night at. Davis why don't you go ahead back to sleep and we'll wake you up when we get there, OK?"
" OK." He layed back down and instantly fell asleep.
Willis gave a heavy sigh and he smiled, "OK, so let me ask you a question."
" Go right ahead." Replied TK not taking his eyes off the road.
" Why in the world did you grow a goatee, and the last time I saw you, you hated long hair! So, what's up with the look?"
Tk took a deep breath and began his story with a rhetorical question. " Have you ever done anything that hurt someone, though you didn't mean it, but still you did?" He looked at Willis and he nodded showing he understood. " Well, when you realized what you did you just didn't want to be that person anymore. Therefore, you change your looks, your likes, your dislikes, and your life. You change who you are because you hurt someone you really loved through your undecided actions. So I changed, I grew my hair out, I only play basketball as a side sport, my main one is hockey, and I really hit the books, 4.0 average all through high school. I changed who I was to whom I am now. As for the goatee, that was a suggestion from a friend."
" Makes since, but you do know Mimi's going to make you shave the goatee off."
" I figured as much. Look it's getting pretty late, I'm going to pull into that hotel, will you go up and get a room with two beds and a pull out couch?"
"Will do, Cap'n?" replied Willis with a little salute. Tk shook his head and rolled his eyes.
He parked the car and Willis got a room, Tk decided against wakeing the slepping Davis and picked him up.
"My, my, my, aren't we strong," came Willis's voice from behind.
" Well what do you exspect when you work out just about every day. What room?"
Willis opened the door and TK carried Davis in and put him down on a bed. He untied his shoes and pulled them off. Then he covered him up.
"Looks like you've done this before," stated Willis form the bathroom.
" A couple times." They got into their pj's and went to sleep, Willis on the other bed and Tk took the couch.
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Again sorry for the waiting and please R/R!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN DIGIMON!!! LEAVE ME BE!!! There I feel better already.
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After the small but joyous reunion of three out of the thirteen digidestine bound for New York, they were on the road again. Davis called the back seat so he could sleep. He had been up long before Willis nearly giddy with anticipation for the trip and the fact that he needed to sleep finally took over.
Willis was board so he started to flip through Tk's CD collection. Covering two full pages were rap, then popular, a few mixed CD's, then the letters in black ink across one CD caught Willis's eye. " My Music: Scratch Art"
" What's this Tk?" he asked in general curiosity.
"What's what?" Tk answered back not taking his eyes off the road.
" This." Willis answered along with sliding the CD into the player. After a few seconds, the stereo blared with music from an old school scratch table. (AN If you don't know what it is. It's a turntable with two records playing with a DJ using his fingers the move the records. Therefore causing a scratching sound.)
Willis quickly turned down the music and checked on Davis. He was still asleep.
"That." Willis answered motioning to the CD in the player.
"Oh. Back home in California I'm a DJ at a teen club. I'm also a pro scratchier and I sing a little bit there, people seem to enjoy it so I do it." He answered with a small shrug.
" That is so cool. We're going to have to go to club in New York and ask you to perform."
" Ha funny." He replied. A little while later he asked, " So how did you and Davis end up traveling together?"
"We live in the same dorm at college." He saw the puzzled look on Tk's face and decided to back up his explanation. "About three years ago Davis's Dad's business (AN Is that right?) started booming, but there was some sort of problem in the extension set up in New York. Since his Dad was going, Davis went with him. Well Davis ended up loving his time in New York so his Dad allowed him to stay in New York and live my family and me."
"And he left Japan that easily?" Tk asked with a questioning look on his face.
" Its not like there was much for him in Japan. Most if not all of the older digidestine were in college. Soccer was no longer a challenge for him there. Cody and his Mother moved away after his grandfather's death. Kari no longer lived there…" he paused because he knew that would get a reaction out of Tk. He was right.
" What do you mean Kari no longer lived there?"
'Bingo' thought Willis. " Well, a few years after you left Kari could barely walk by the park without breaking down in tears over you." He stopped to look at Tk's face. It was full of self-resentment and untold sadness for his lost love. Willis decided to continue his story, " Her mom thought that she should get out of the atmosphere, so she called up Mimi's mom and Kari ended up living in New York with Mimi."
" I had…no idea." Tk said slowly. His eyes showed pure innocence and sincerity.
" I know, Mrs. Kamiya thought it would be a good idea if you …didn't know." Now it was Willis's turn to speak slowly, as if he had betrayed Tk in some way.
" No, she was right not to tell me," commented Tk sensing Willis's personal dilemma, " I mean I was the reason she left Japan. So, don't worry about it. Ok?" He asked taking a chanced glance at Willis. His face showed relief.
Davis started to stir and got up, " What are you guys talking about?" he asked sleppily.
" Nothin' really, just decusing our lives." Answered Willis.
"Ok I 'm going to find a hotel to stay the night at. Davis why don't you go ahead back to sleep and we'll wake you up when we get there, OK?"
" OK." He layed back down and instantly fell asleep.
Willis gave a heavy sigh and he smiled, "OK, so let me ask you a question."
" Go right ahead." Replied TK not taking his eyes off the road.
" Why in the world did you grow a goatee, and the last time I saw you, you hated long hair! So, what's up with the look?"
Tk took a deep breath and began his story with a rhetorical question. " Have you ever done anything that hurt someone, though you didn't mean it, but still you did?" He looked at Willis and he nodded showing he understood. " Well, when you realized what you did you just didn't want to be that person anymore. Therefore, you change your looks, your likes, your dislikes, and your life. You change who you are because you hurt someone you really loved through your undecided actions. So I changed, I grew my hair out, I only play basketball as a side sport, my main one is hockey, and I really hit the books, 4.0 average all through high school. I changed who I was to whom I am now. As for the goatee, that was a suggestion from a friend."
" Makes since, but you do know Mimi's going to make you shave the goatee off."
" I figured as much. Look it's getting pretty late, I'm going to pull into that hotel, will you go up and get a room with two beds and a pull out couch?"
"Will do, Cap'n?" replied Willis with a little salute. Tk shook his head and rolled his eyes.
He parked the car and Willis got a room, Tk decided against wakeing the slepping Davis and picked him up.
"My, my, my, aren't we strong," came Willis's voice from behind.
" Well what do you exspect when you work out just about every day. What room?"
Willis opened the door and TK carried Davis in and put him down on a bed. He untied his shoes and pulled them off. Then he covered him up.
"Looks like you've done this before," stated Willis form the bathroom.
" A couple times." They got into their pj's and went to sleep, Willis on the other bed and Tk took the couch.
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Again sorry for the waiting and please R/R!