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The Challenge::Part4
When Ken got back to the apartment it was just like they had left it. His calls for Daisuke came back unanswered and Ken guessed he had not returned home yet.
"Sure, he breaks up with *me* and then goes out to mope," he said to no one in particular. Ken had meant it as an almost bitter recrimination, but some how it rang hollow in the empty apartment. The truth of the matter was that that Ken was worried about Daisuke. Something had driven him to this and Ken really wanted to know what.
[Cut to Dai-chan]
Daisuke was not really sure why he had come over here. Its not like they really had anything in common or that they knew each other exceptionally well. In fact, Daisuke was relieved when Iori's mother answered the door because it meant that he could at least get inside before he had to explain himself.
Iori seemed a little bit shocked to see him. To be honest, he had grown away from the rest of the digidestined, partly because he had always bee a little too young to fully participate in the `activities' of the older digidestined which were usually initiated by Yamato, Taichi or both and partly because he was just too damned strait-laced for his own good. `He must wreak havoc on his college roommate,' Daisuke thought. It had been close to four months since Daisuke had last seen Iori.
Iori lead Daisuke back to his old room where he had been working on a model of some sort and after offering Daisuke a chair, he went back to work. Daisuke studied the model. It was incredibly complex. What was Iori studying again? Architecture? No, that did not sound right. But he knew better than ask if he wanted to avoid offending the boy. Well, apparently it was going to be up to Daisuke to start this conversation. Great.
"I broke up with Ken," he offered tentatively. Iori did not say a word but the look he sent Daisuke's way spoke books. Iori had made it pretty clear from the beginning that he did not approve of Ken and Daisuke's relationship, but was willing to remain silent if they were. Daisuke ran a hand through his already wind blown hair. Maybe he should of thought about that before coming over here. But then, he had not really thought at all. Thinking is what got him into this mess. After a few seconds, Iori's attention turned back to his work.
Daisuke pulled his legs up onto the chair so that he could rest his head on his knees. After a while he heard Iori's rather hefty sigh.
"Why?" Iori finally asked.
"I don't know. I mean...at the time I thought it was for the best..." the snort Iori gave at this was enough to convince Daisuke that he agreed, "but now I'm not so sure." After a few moments it became clear that Daisuke was not going to continue.
"And Ken?" Iori asked.
"He left," Daisuke replied softly, "He just said bye and he left."
"Look, Daisuke," Iori told him, "It seems to me that you got every thing you wanted. You've made your bed, now lie in it," and with that he went back to work, studiously ignoring Daisuke until he got the hint and left.
