Two months ago, Daisuke Motomiya left me. Since then, I really haven't recovered. I've tried, the other Digidestined have tried, but nothing seems to make me feel any better. Miyako lives with my now, and she doesn't let me cry anymore. She even set me up on a couple of dates; all of which ending in a flaming pile of crap, pardon my French.
I don't -want- a new boyfriend, I want my old one. The one I was used to. The one I was in love with.
He didn't even give me a reason. Answering machine. I didn't believe it, for a while. I think it was the first week. I thought he was joking around with me. But I played the message over and over again, trying to decipher the emotions, and I failed miserably. I could tell he was serious though.
We haven't seen each other, not once, since. The other Digidestined had seen him, occasionally, but they seemed to have sided with me.
Kind of weird, they bonded with the one they fought instead of the one that was with them all along.
I think it's because I kept the apartment. This building is basically all Digidestined anyway. Taichi and Yamato live in the penthouse, because they have already graduated and both have pretty successful careers in the city. In the floor under them live Jyou, Izzy, Sora, and Mimi, after she moved back to Odaiba, all sharing the second largest apartment in the building. Each received their own bedroom, and I thought it was a pretty sweet deal. Takeru and Hikari life next door to Miyako and I; Iori lives downstairs from us.
And Daisuke lives somewhere on the other side of town, apparently with his new boyfriend.

~

"Miya!"

"What do you want now, Ken? I can't handle any more crying. So if that is what you are going to do, go suck an egg for gods sake."

"You sure are chipper today."

"You should talk. You have been lying on that bed the whole day. Have you even moved?"

I was in my bed, my half that is, staring at the ceiling. My hands were laced together behind my head, and I had my legs stretched out and crossed. "It's Saturday, and if I want to lay here all day I am going to."

I saw Miyako walk into the doorframe, and she had her hair twirled up into a towel. She was probably getting ready for some date.

"What do you want?"

"You want to see a movie?"

"Ok."

"What, no date today?"

"Not really. I was just planning on going grocery shopping."

"You need to get ready for an hour for that?"

"Yes. Why?"

I groaned. "Whatever. Tell you what, I'll go do the shopping, and you make some popcorn, and we'll watch one of the millions of DVD's we have."

"Rocky Horror Picture Show?"

I lifted up my head to stare at her with a confused look. "Excuse me? We are not watching that."

"Is it because. . . it-it. . . was Daisuke's favorite?"

That struck a chord, deep down. "No. I just don't like that movie."

She could see I was lying, and opened her mouth to call me on it, but instead decided not to. "Ok. I'll go check and see what we have, you go to the store."

~

Miyako and I ended up watching Bambi, of all things. It was terrible, and I was crying when the mother got run over. Now I'm depressed all over again.

And not only depressed from that, but something else that decided to pop up. You see, Daisuke just walked into the apartment with his new boyfriend in tow, and Miyako isn't here for moral support.

He handed one of the bags he was carrying to the other man with him, and went around the apartment collecting things, peeking over his shoulder ever once in a while to see that I didn't kill his partner.

I almost did though, just by looking at him. I used the infamous Ichijouji stare, way back from my days as the Kaiser. The poor guy looked like he was going to pee his pants.

"Ken?"

I turned my stare to Daisuke, but didn't say a word.

"Is this yours, or mine?"

He lifted up an autographed soccer ball that I had given him, signed by his favorite player.

I didn't answer. I couldn't, I might break down. So I decided to direct my anger back at Daisuke's boyfriend.

Daisuke placed the soccer ball back, and started to leave. "Come on Keikan, we have to go."

//AN: Keikan means strong, to my understanding.//

Keikan, huh? Strong my ass, I could take that guy any day. Sure doesn't live up to his name. Stringy and barely tan, unlike my pale skin that looks creamy, Keikan had a hair color that looked like he had dyed it red, and then green, and then blue, and streaked it black and back to blond. It was messy, and about to his nose. Ugly son-of-a-bitch.

I, on the other hand, had not lost any of my beauty. My hair was about the same length, but a bit shorter and messier. I had it layered, slightly, and it was still naturally navy. And smooth, thanks a little to Miyako's special conditioner recipe.

Daisuke hadn't lost anything either. Still as handsome as I had remembered him. The spikes of his hair were a little longer, but other than that, and height, he remained relatively the same.

I am not going to sleep tonight, I am sure. Where is Miyako?

~

//AN: Next- one month after the break up. Then part of the relationship, near the end, and then the thrilling conclusion of the beginning! Blame Seinfield, I just saw the starts at the end and ends at the beginning episode again. India. . . nose piercings. . . the vault. . . shnops. . . teehee.//