O.K., second chapter. The rest of the series probably won't be as hyper as the first chapter, thank god, but there should be a bit of humour. And I'll be switching P.O.V's every couple of pages probably so watch out.

d/c: I don't own Digimon. This is a good thing, I must remind you.

Forever Yours

"I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry..." Daisuke repeated to himself as he seat in the bus seat. Miyako next to him, stared out the window, taking look at the passing tunnel.

"Stop acting like a baby." She muttered. Daisuke sighed and slumped back in his seat dejectedly. He had to do what Miyako said. He had to stop complaining. Damn it!

"Straighten up." She commanded, still not facing him. Daisuke stared at her as he sat up, amazed. He didn't know what was happening in front of his face, nevertheless what was happening behind him. But then he shrugged it off. Women were just weird and freaky. That's all there was to it.

"So what am I going to have to do?" Daisuke asked. "Can you give me a job description?"

"Whatever I say." Was her only reply. Daisuke sighed, and was about to slouch down again when...

"Daisuke." Miyako warned. He straightened up. He was scared.

"Miyako?" he asked again.

"What?" She asked.

"Are you some kind of super demon?"

"Ask me again and I swear I will make this much worse then it has to be." She warned. Daisuke took the hint and shut up.

About 15 minutes later they arrived at their stop.

"We're here." Miyako said softly. Daisuke nodded and got out of his seat so Miyako could exit the bus.

"We are at the stop, Madam Mozel." He said, bowing low as she make her way past the seats, his hands leading the way to the bus door. Miyako rolled her eyes, but smiled, as she messed up his hair, and walked down the bus isle. Daisuke followed, not wanting to anger her for fear of his mental health.

They got off, and started walking towards Miyako's apartment.

"Daisuke," Miyako asked cautiously.

"Yeah?" He asked, bracing himself for the worse.

"When we get home, your first job is it try to get this info on this guy..." She blushed lightly as she said this. Daisuke raised his eyebrow.

"Guy?" He asked.

"Yes!" She snapped. "And I don't want any damn excuses!" Daisuke whimpered as she sighed.

"Don't give me the pity act, straighten up and get that 'hurt puppy' look off your face!" Miyako commanded. Daisuke growled as he became a wind up doll. Again.

"So, his name is... well, you know him..." Miyako whispered the name in his ear. Daisuke's eyes turned to saucers the second he heard the name.

"What the *&^%$*^*?!" He exclaimed. He could not have heard right. There was no way in hell that was true. Nuh huh, nooo way!

"Could you repeat that?" He asked weakly. Miyako frowned as she hit him over the head.

"You heard me the first time!" She snapped. "Now, will you or will you not?" She asked.

"You mean, I have a choice?" Daisuke asked, a smile starting to work it's way across his face.

"Yes." She replied. "The other choice is becoming my boyfriend for the next month." Daisuke cringed as Miyako smiled. She knew she had him.

"Fine." He sighed. "What info do you want to get me on this poor soul?"

"Well," Miyako began. Then they walked off into the west, Miyako jabbering and Daisuke nearly falling asleep.

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"Ask him!" Miyako prodded. Daisuke flinched as her finger touched his shoulder. It was the day after he had been sold to Miyako, and so far it was a living hell. It's not like she made him do a lot of things. Far from it. It was just what she made him do that was the problem.

"Can I just scrub the toilet?" Daisuke asked hopelessly. Yes, he was that desperate.

"No!" She hissed back. "Now go!" Daisuke cringed as the purple haired girl pushed him into the gym.

"Hey Dai, what took you so long?" One of his team mates asked.

"My buyer." He replied.

"Ah."

"Motomiya, you're here. Good." The coach exclaimed. "We're doing warm ups. Get into gear!" The young boy groaned as he started doing lunges.

When the coach was a considerable length away, Daisuke skid over to one of his friends, Damori.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Konichiwa." The blue haired boy replied. Daisuke shuttered. He couldn't believe this. He had to ask one of the biggest players in school to go out with one of his friends. Should be do this? Miyako was just going to get her heart broken. The guy was a slut. He went out with about 5 different girls at a time.

Then, he thought of what Miyako would do if he didn't ask. He shuttered.

"Damori?" Daisuke asked cautiously.

"Yeah?" He replied

"What do you think of Miyako?" He asked slowly. The boy shrugged as he started rolling his neck.

"I think she's pretty." Something in Daisuke cheered. Something inside him frowned. Sure, Miyako wouldn't kill him, but why should Damori think she was pretty? Miyako wasn't good enough...

Daisuke shook his head. 'Whatever.' he thought.

"So, would you ever go out with her?"

"Sure." He flashed Daisuke a smile. "Why, is she interested?" He nodded. "Cool."

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"So?" Miyako demanded, hassling Daisuke as soon as he got out of the boy's change room.

"Here." He shoved a piece of paper in her hands. She quickly uncrumpled it and read the message.

Call me at 234-7685 if you're interested. Pick the time and date.

Damori

Miyako's eyes widened in disbelief and happiness. This was too good to be true. The guy of her dreams had just said yes to her invitation!

But for some reason, she looked over at Daisuke. He seemed, well, dejected. Angry almost. She frowned as she carefully out the number into her pocket.

"Daisuke? What's wrong?" She asked.

"Huh?" Daisuke turned around and looked at her, but turned back around again.

"It's nothing." He replied. She frowned again.

"No, it isn't nothing Dai. C'mon, tell me." Without turning around, Daisuke raised a hand through his hair and sighed.

"You know what you're in for, right?"

"In for what?" Miyako asked.

"Damori." There was an uncomfortable silence while Miyako stared at him before Daisuke spoke again.

"I don't like talking behind people's backs," He began. "but this is a different situation. He's most likely going to hurt you, Miyako. He is one of the biggest players I know. You're with him today, you're history tomorrow. Plus, he's very, uh, demanding in relationships from what I've heard." He shrugged. "I could be wrong, but he most likely is." He repeated. Miyako sighed.

"Look Daisuke, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I learned a lot from the digital world. Besides," she smiled at him. "I might be able to change him." Daisuke let out a small laugh, but then sighed.

"Well, as someone very wise once said 'Those foolish enough to think they can change the world are usually the ones who do.' If you think you can change him, go ahead. Just don't say I didn't warn you." Miyako smiled and shook her head.

"I didn't know you cared." Daisuke whipped around and started spluttering.

"I don't care!" He insisted.

"Then why'd you warn me?" Miyako asked, amusement glinting in her eyes.

"B-Because... uh... I didn't want to let him have another victim!" Was the best he could come up with.

"You know Daisuke, you're smarter then you let us believe." He passed a hand through his hair and grinned.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. K? I'll race you to the train station."

"Actually," Miyako grew a cruel grin on her face as she stopped Daisuke from taking off. "I feel like walking." Daisuke stared at her in horror.

"But I just had soccer practice!" He whined.

"I don't care." he sighed.

"Fine. You can walk but I'm taking the bus." Miyako's eyes narrowed.

"I command you to walk, slave." Daisuke groaned as he picked up his soccer bag and dejectedly followed Miyako.

'Fine.' Daisuke thought angrily. 'Date him. Get hurt. I don't care. You deserve it. I could care less if you die of a broken heart.'

She didn't matter to him. Or did she?

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Miyako gave a sloppy grin as she did a stomach flop on her bed and started writing in her diary.

Dear Dairy,

You know that guy, Damori? He finally agreed to go out with me!

Somehow these words didn't fill Miyako with as much glee as they had. Something was bugging her. A dejected looking boy, who had given her the warning...

Isn't that great? I owe it all to Daisuke! He talked to him, and got his phone number! I'm phoning tomorrow to make an appointment. I don't want to seem too needy.

But was that really the reason she was waiting an extra day? Or was she putting it off?

Miyako shook these thoughts from her head as she continued to write.

Daisuke acted really cute. He warned me that Damori was a player. I kind of already knew that, but I think I can change him around. Like Daisuke said 'Those fools who believe they can actually change the world are often the ones who do.' Daisuke is a lot smarter then he gives himself credit for. He's also really worried for his friends, isn't that so cute? I like that quality. But he should have learned that I can take care of myself. I don't need him to protect me.

I wonder why Daisuke doesn't date. He's had enough offers.

This had been plaguing the young girls mind for longer then she could remember. No matter how many times ask he never accepted any date offers. When Takeru had asked him why, the boy had just shrugged and said 'I don't date.' Miyako knew there had to be a reason, for behind every theory there was some evidence. So what was it?

Oh well, I guess that's his choice I bet he's a great kisser.

Miyako looked down in horror at what she had just written. This wasn't right. She quickly scratched it out.

Anyway, nothing else really happened today. Oh wait a minute! I forgot to add that I bought Daisuke at an auction the soccer team had to raise money. Kind of odd, but my sister loaned me 500$ to buy whoever I wanted. She's so nice sometimes. I got Dai because I wanted to make him suffer.

Did she really? Is that the real reason?

Miyako shook that off. 'I must be sick.' She decided.

I had better go. It's getting late. Bye!

Miyako

Miyako smiled at the book as she closed it. She felt as though she were on air. She turned of her lamp, and snuggled into her covers

Damori

She smiled at the name. Warm, fluffy thoughts.

Damori

He was so cute.

Daisuke...

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Miyako panted as she kept running, running past the trees. Greenery flew by as she ran, everything becoming a blur. What was she running from? She didn't know. But she knew that as long as she kept running she would be safe. But the moment she stopped she'd be dead.

Suddenly she stopped. Why did she stop? She hadn't wanted to stop. It was going to catch up with her! She had to run! Miyako tried to make her legs go, but it was in vain for they stayed rooted to the ground.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared ahead. She squinted through the fog in an attempt to see how it was, but the figure was unidentifiable.

"Excuse me..." she said slowly, not sure how to approach the figure.

"He'll hurt you." The voice, it came form no where, yet everywhere. The sound surrounded her, as though a thousand people were speaking at once. It nearly drove her insane.

"Who will hurt me?" she asked weakly.

"He'll hurt you." She suddenly knew the voice had come from the figure. It wasn't that she was it speaking. She just knew.

"Who will hurt me?" she asked, frowning.

"He will."

"Who IS he?!" she demanded angrily, her thin temper already wearing through. This person made no sense!

"Him."

"But who?!" she cried. The figure didn't reply.

"How nice of you to join us." A cold voice said.

"Huh?" She whipped her head around, still unable to move her feet. A figure, as black as the other one moved in. It kept walking and walking towards her, until she knew without a doubt who this person was.

"Damori?" She asked.

"In the flesh, babe. Now c'mon." He grabbed her arm roughly. She winced. His touch hurt. She felt as though she were going to break apart at any moment, the amount of pain going through her.

"Ow!" She called out. He didn't let go.

"Damori, you're hurting me!" He still didn't let go.

"Damori!" He started dragging her away. She tried to get her arm free but to no avail.

"This isn't funny!" Nothing changed.

"Stop it!" He kept dragging her. The black figure got further and further away. Miyako started to feel weaker as this happened. Her energy just started draining until she could barely stand up. The air around her was full of helplessness and sadness. It was hurting. The dark figure was hurting, but couldn't do anything. It was in pain. There was nothing anyone could do...

"help." she called out weakly, knowing no one could help her. She was doomed.

"Someone, anyone..." her calls got weaker and weaker, with less and less hope in them each time. Finally, when the figure was out of her sight, she collapsed.

"Help... Daisuke..."

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Miyako gasped as she sat up, moonlight streaming across her purple hair. She looked at her surroundings. A bed. Dresser. Mirror. Her room. Everything was still there. She was safe.

Miyako gave a sigh of relief as she gently fell back to her bed. Her forehead was soaked in sweat, so she wiped it away with her hand. She still felt scared and helpless some how.

'It was a dream.' She reminded herself. Yet, the though gave her little comfort. She clutched her sheets as she though about it. She had never felt so helpless, so violated. Never felt so sad.

Damori had tried to hurt her. But it was only in a dream, right? Yet, whose voice did she call out at the end? It wasn't Daisuke's. It couldn't have been. That was just unreasonable. Who was the mysterious figure?

'He'll hurt you.' It couldn't have been... could it?

Miyako shook her head. Yet again ludicrous. That was stupid it was a dream and it meant nothing.

Or did it?

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Lilac