Friendly Courage Detective Agency
Friendly Courage Detective Agency

By Chyna Rose

Disclaimer:  Digimon, don't own them.  Slash alert.

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Present Time:

        "This is humiliating."

          "Ken, how else do you expect us to not arouse suspicion in there?"

          "I'm wearing a dress."

          "So what? We're all wearing dresses.  It's a transvestite bar.  Besides, you look good in it."

          It was going to be a long night.  Why were we going to a drag bar, and who was this 'we' I was talking about?  'We; were me, Daisuke Motomiya, and my good friends Taichi Yagami, Yamato Ishida, and Ken Ichijouji.  As to the why… well, that's a long story.

          "I refuse to do this."

          "Awe, come on Ken.  It's not that bad."

          "You would say that."

          "You don't hear Yama complaining do you?"

          Currently we were hanging around the living room.  Taichi was sitting in a chair painting his nails.  Yamato was, much to Mimi's dismay, fixing his hair in the mirror.  Mimi, aside from glares sent in Yamato's direction, was leafing through a magazine.  Ken was pouting and refusing to go outside- thus where you came in.  Me, well I was trying to get Ken to change his mind and get used to wearing the dress I borrowed from Taichi.

          Wait a minute, back up.  Taichi's dress?  As I said before, it's a long story.  But you want to hear it anyway.  I should probably start from the beginning then.  It all started about a week ago.  Or at least that's when it really started.  Before that, I was digidestined.  I went to high school then I went to college and got a degree in criminology.  Yes, me –the guy who had a hard time following simple rules like no soccer indoors –studied  how to catch the people who broke the rules.  I've always like mysteries –Shirlock Holmes, Marla Maples, Perot… Anyway.  After college, I thought about joining the Tokyo Police Department, but couldn't for medical reasons.  Instead I became a private investigator.  Ken, aside from being my loving boyfriend of ten years, is my human partner in my detective agency: the Friendly Courage Detective Agency.  He usually handles the computer end of things.  Taichi's the secretary while Yamato does some footwork and cooks on occasion. Other digidestined, like Mimi in this case, get drafted to help every now and then.  The agency's run out of our home, and it's a pretty good arrangement for the four of us.  Recently there've been reports of a possible serial killer targeting transvestites in the news paper.

Two Weeks Ago

          I  sat at my desk bent over a piece of paper.  I tapped a pencil thoughtfully against my mouth.  Ken sat in front of his computer idly surfing the internet.  Taichi was leaning back in his chair precariously, half asleep.

          "I've got it!" I yelled, startling Taichi, who promptly managed to tip his chair over backwards.

          "What did you get?" asked Taichi as he brushed his skirt off and righted the chair.

          "A six letter word meaning edible tuber." I replied as I added the word 'potato' to the crossword puzzle I was doing.  Taichi slumped into his chair.

          "Have you read the paper yet?" Yamato asked as he walked in reading the newspaper.

          "No, not yet."

          "It says they found another body."

          "That makes eight so far."

          "Tai, I want you to be extra careful when you go out.  I don't want this nut getting to you."

          "Yama, don't worry.  I'll be careful."

          "Any news?"

          "Your brother called; told me to remind you that your father's birthday's next week.  TK wants us at his place by five and bring dessert.  Jun called.  Apparently she's  getting married and her fiancée isn't the tolerant type.  Other than that, it's been quiet."

"No clients?"
"Not a one."

Yamato sighed and sat in an empty chair.  Time passed. Having finished my crossword, I had begun to draw a rather large and elaborate doodle on some blank paper.  Ken was absorbed in a game of Diablo II.  Yamato had found a deck of cards and was playing a rousing game of solitaire, while  Taichi painted his nails metallic blue.  Then the phone rang.

          "Hello, Friendly Courage Detective Agency. Hey Mina!  No, we're not busy right now.  Let me check.  Yama, Mina wants to know if we're still on for Friday."

          "Aren't we going to TK's Friday?"

          "That's Saturday."

          "Then we're on."

          "Mina, Yama and I'll be there.  Who else's going to be there?  Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Are you sure about him?  I thought he was going to his cousin's wedding.  Oh.  Just lucky I guess.  Uh huh…"

Eight Days Ago

          "I'll see your tootsie roll and raise you a pretzel stick."

          "I'm out."

          "Why don't we make this the last hand?  Tai and I have to start getting ready."

          "What time is it?"

          "Five fifteen."

          "Okay boys, last hand; all or nothing.  You two have your party, and we have our game at Iori's."

          "Whatcha have?"

          "Hello, Friendly Courage Detective Agency.  Let me ask them.  Hey Daisuke! Iori wants to know if the game can be moved here."

          "I don't see why not.  Ken?"

          "Tell him to tell Miyako and Takeru about the change.  We'll tell Koushiro."

          "Daisuke and Ken say it's alright.  They'll tell Koushiro if you'll tell Miyako and TK.  Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Uh huh. Great!  See you later tonight then.  Bye."

          "Two pair."

          "Four of a kind."

          "Royal flush.  Looks like I win."

          "Hi Joyu.  Uh huh, uh huh. Can I speak to Koushiro?  Uh huh. Hi Koushiro…"