Konnichiwa Minna san

Konnichiwa Minna san! This part is a little bit slow but the story picks up pace. I have it all planned out, don't worry. :) This will be full of sap and crap. Not this chapter, but probably the entire story.

d/c: I don't own Digimon or the characters in it.

Forever Yours- Chapter 4

'Battle of Poisons'

Miyako sighed as she stared out the window. Damori was right next to her, not 2 inches away. So far so good, never mind they had only been on the date officially for less than 5 minutes.

"So," Damori had a sly and cunning smile on his face, the kind all girls went goo goo eyes for. Yet, Miyako found herself wishing that he wouldn't get so close.

'Damn Daisuke!' she mentally cursed goggle boy. 'He's soaked the stupid 'Damori is a pervert ideas' into my head.' So, this time she faced him with a small smile and an open mind.

"What was Daisuke doing over at your apartment, or may I ask?" A grin played around her lips.

"Why, jealous?" she asked. The young boy raised his eyebrows.

"Don't I have a reason? You're mine now and if I think one of my close friends is trying to move in on my girl I think I have a right to be concerned." Damori put his arm around her shoulder, and moved Miyako almost into his lap. She didn't like the possessive tone of his voice, or his touch. Daisuke had poisoned her.

"Don't worry about him. I bought him at the auction your team had, remember? He's just doing slave stuff." Miyako waved it off. She felt him smiling. She felt herself being pulled in closer. 'You know, he smells kind of nice...' she thought.

"That's good." he said, wiping his brow in mock dramatics. "I thought for a second that I might have to fight to the death for you honour, which I would do in a heart beat." Miyako giggled. 'Charming.'

"Hey, speaking of soccer, what about the girl who bought you. You don't seem to be busy with her." Damori rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a total nimrod. I paid her the money she needed to buy me, and I was home free! She really doesn't like the idea of slavery, and I have to say I agree." He planted a kiss on her forehead. "I need all my time to be devoted to you." Miyako giggled, and relaxed. Her shoulders sagged and she curled up next to him, snuggling into his warmth. It felt kind of nice...

'Score: Love, 1, Daisuke, 0.' Miyako thought contently as she closed her eyes and listened to the comfort of his charming voice.

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'Wow.' Miyako thought as she gazed around the room. Her thoughts had stopped as soon as she had gone through the door, and Damori seemed to be amused.

"A fine restaurant, isn't it?" he asked, linking his arm in hers.

"Holy crap yes." Miyako muttered, mesmerized by the entrance of the room. The entire room, all 300ft of it, had been lighted by a dark, and yet revealing light. You couldn't quite read in it, but it was good for conversation, and cast a romantic glow around the place. A humongous chandelier hung from above, made of what looked like pure glass. Away in a corner, a piano sat with a man playing it, quite talented at that. There was a large space in the centre, for dancing Miyako guessed, and close by a table with a large, glass-sawn centrepiece on it. All the furniture looked like it had been bought yesterday, and the people sitting at them were quiet and respectable, with fancy clothing on. The richness around her made Miyako want to shrug away from the world.

"Now, everyone in here is very uptight and snotty, so if you make a sound above a mumble, everyone will notice you. Be careful to eat correctly and not be sloppy. Let's try to be more perfect then them!" His kind smile told Miyako he was joking.

"Excuse me, Missure, do you two have a reservation?" His accent was foreign and scared Miyako when it came up behind them suddenly. But her boyfriend seemed to be mused to this, and simply nodded.

"Yes, Pierre, we would have a reservation."

"Right this way, Missoure." The waiter bowed as he lead them to a table. It was near the centre of the room, close to the large unoccupied space, but not too close.

"Merci, Pierre." Damori bowed. Miyako, feeling rude, curtsied. Pierre simply nodded, seeming a little disgusted with the boy, and left them to peace. Miyako stood up, and went to her chair. A menu lined with what seemed like pure gold sat waiting for her. Damori had already opened the menu, so Miyako followed. When she opened the folder, she got a surprise.

"Damori?" she whispered, trying not to make her voice too loud, for it seemed if she did all hell would break loose unto her.

"Yes?" he said in a normal voice. Miyako winced. The room was so quiet that his voice seemed to be a siren.

"Is the menu entirely in French?" she asked. That was her guess at the language, considering the waiter seemed to have a French accent and name.

"No." he said calmly, seeming almost dismissive of the question. "It's all written in English." Miyako nearly fell back in her chair, almost knocking it over. Instead, her eyes widened with surprise.

"Then what's with the French crap?" she asked. That the last word everyone seemed to stare over at her and glared. She winced. But then they turned their backs and all was forgotten.

"You shouldn't use such improper language." he said, lowering the menu to give her a 'heart breaker' smile. Never to say the less, it worked. "It's not proper for such young ladies to be so rude."

"I know Damori." she apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to being in such a, well," she paused, looking for the right words.

"Civil environment?" Damori asked. Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "I don't like those friends of yours." Miyako blinked, and looked at him with surprise.

"What, Hikari, Daisuke, Takeru and Iroi?" Damori sighed.

"Yes them."

"But what's wrong with them?" Miyako demanded. This comment snapped her back into fierce mode. Damori sighed again.

"Look, don't get all defensive for those sad losers. I just have issues with them."

'Issues? You haven't even met them, you bastard.' was Miyako's immediate reaction. But for fear of being kicked out of the restaurant, she simply asked "Like what?" Damori sighed for a third time. For some reason, with each sigh Miyako slowly felt something crushing inside of her. Like, sighing was showing his disapproval. Disapproval wasn't good. She needed his approval to go on...

'Whoa, where did that come from?' she asked herself.

"Iroi. He's young. Boring. He has no life and no social contact."

"He's actually very intelligent-" but Miyako found his hand over her lips.

"Please, babe, let me finish." He cleared his throat and took away his hand.

"Takeru and Hikari? They're boring too. Popular, but what goody two shoes."

"This restaurant seems to be fairly straight laced." Miyako replied.

"Yes, but the restaurant doesn't reflect my personality. I only come here because the food is good. I hate the decor and everyone in it." This raised him an eyebrow raise from his date. He smiled.

"Watch Miyako. You'll learn how fun I can be." For a moment, Miyako got the chills. That almost sounded like a threat...

but all ideas of this went away as he continued, in his regular voice. "And last but not least, Daisuke. I think he speaks for himself." Miyako frowned.

"What do you mean he speaks for himself?" Damori sighed.

"Honey, you and I both know Daisuke personally. We both know what an uncivilized jackass he is."

"Yes, but-"

"Don't stick up for him." Damori cupped the purple haired girl's chin in one of his palms. "Because you know, he is just your slave."

'Slave...'

"But he's a really good friend." Miyako persisted. "He's always there when I need him the most." Damori sighed. She cringed.

"Yes, and that's all you can say for him?" Miyako stared. All she could say for him? Wasn't the fact he was one of her best friends enough? Damori sighed yet again, almost accenting the fact that she wasn't used to his standards and need to be trained in his ways.

"See, I can do what he does. But I have the upper hand. I can get you anything Miyako. Anything you so much as think of can be yours." This made Miyako absolutely furious.

"So? Money doesn't matter." Damori gave a small, sad smile.

"It matters more then you'll ever know, Miyako..." she was about to protest, when a waiter came.

"What would you be requiring to drink?" he asked.

"A bottle of Le Chartou." The waiter nodded, and wrote it down.

"Are you ready to order your food?"

"Wi, actually. We will both have the specials." The waiter wrote it down, and was off.


"Hey!" Miyako protested. "I didn't want that!" He raised his eyebrows.

"Miyako, you can't read the menu. Trust me, you'll like it." One look into his eyes and all of her true self vanished, and Miyako was a love struck girl, captured in his eyes forever.

"O.K., I trust you." Miyako would not find out the irony of that statement yet, but it would soon come to pass. A comfortable silence fell over the two as their wine came.

"Hey," she asked at least. "is it legal for us to drink wine?" Damori shrugged.


"Do you care?" Miyako looked at the content of her glass, and shook her head. He nodded. "Good." She took a small sip, and deciding she didn't like it, put the glass back down.

"Hey, I think I'll take you up on your offer." He frowned as he put down his glass.

"What offer?" She gave a loopy grin.

"The 'You'll buy me anything' offer." Damori nodded.

"So, what do you want?"

"Canada." Damori laughed.


"Funny and cultured."

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Miyako

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"I had fun tonight Miyako." Damori said as he dropped me off at my front door.

"Yeah so did I." I said, looking into his eyes. He had great eyes. They were breath taking. If you added his smooth voice and his cool confidence, you could probably eat him whole.

"I'll call you."

"You sure? Or will you go off with your super models." I giggled, partially laughing at Daisuke's whole 'he's a player' theory. I mean, c'mon! He just wasn't that kind of person. I bet Daisuke was just jealous that I was in a relationship and he wasn't. Ha! Anyway, this earned me an odd glance from Damori.


"Miyako, did you have a bit too much wine?" I smiled and shook my head.

"Iie. I was just remembering something."

"Really? What?" he asked. I frowned and shrugged my shoulders.

"It was stupid and totally untrue. Nothing you need to hear."

"No, come on tell me!" he persisted.

"Why?"

"Because," he looked deeply into my eyes. "I want to get to know everything about you Miyako. Every aspect of your life I want to be there, and laugh and cry with you." If nothing before did it, THAT won my heart.

"It's just something Daisuke said about you." I relented.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He said you were a player and that you would cheat on me." His eyebrows went up.

"And do you think I'm a player, Miyako?" I shook my head, and smiled.


"No Damori. You're too kind to cheat on me."

"I'm glad you have more faith in me." he replied. With that, he leaned down and kissed me.

I don't remember a thing. I don't remember how it felt, or if it was good or bad or neutral. All I remember is him forcing his way through my mouth with his tongue, and then coming out of it and feeling, well, indifferent, and yet intoxicated at the same time.

"You're just as good as I thought you'd taste." I blushed cherry red at this comment, and he knew it.


"Sayonara, Miyako- san."

"Good bye." Then, he leapt in to the night. A moment later I heard his limo drive down the street. I sighed. He was charming, that was for sure. A dream date. Yet, something else was there. Something that I couldn't place my finger on...

Never the less, I walked up to my apartment, opened the door and was faced with, surprise surprise, Midori.

"How was it, where'd he take you, did he kiss you, did he touch you, is he a good kisser, did he make you pay, did he..." I ignored her as I waltzed into my room, and got ready for bed. Then, after I had my nighties on and my hair combed out, I pulled out my diary.

Dear Diary,

Today Daisuke came over, and did my homework. We talked for it a bit. It was kind of nice having him there. He wasn't that bad for once.

Then, Damori picked me up for my date, and it was good. Daisuke was wrong. He wasn't a pervert or a player. I'm going to rub it in his face in the morning, and force him to listen to me. This is going to be fun. I know he just said that because he's jealous that I'm in a relationship and he is not. Ha, Daisuke, in your face, ha!

Sorry it's short, but I have to go to sleep. I'm tired.

Miyako

I yawned as went under cover and snuggled up to the blankets. It had been a nice evening. With Daisuke...

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NO! her horrified screams never left her mouth. Damori was pulling her away, into the darkness, into the abyss. The cloaked figure became further and further away. The more she struggled, the more the darkness seemed to envelope her and pull her away until finally the figure was but a black speck.

"I warned you keeper." came floating across the horizon like a knife flung at her face. And then, she knew no more...

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Here we go. The next chapter will be more eventful, but I don't think this one sucked that bad. Of course, I could be wrong.

See you next chapter!

Lilac