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Searching
"Are you three almost ready?" Izzy called out as he pulled a blue shirt over his head. He walked out of his room and into the living room of their hotel room. Tai was stretched out on the couch with the TV remote in his hand wearing a white hotel robe. Sora sat beside him with his legs laid on top of hers. Matt sat on the recliner wearing only boxers. "Guys! We gotta go!"
Tai hung his head over the arm of the couch, looking at Izzy upside down. "No, you gotta go. This is where we call mutiny, oh fearless leader."
"What?" Izzy snapped.
"Yeah, she's your sister," Matt added. "We just came along for the free ride." Sora threw one of the couch pillows at him. "Oh and the moral support."
Sora gave him a reassuring smile. "What these two mean to say is that Cassandra…er what did you say her name was?"
"Kacey."
"Kacey is your sister and you should be meeting with her and talking to her alone without interference from us," she explained.
"So we're ditching you so we can go have fun," Tai summed. "Me and Matt can pick up girls and we're going to find Sora a real boyfriend."
"Hardy har har!" Izzy laughed, irritated. "Don't the me and Sora jokes get old?"
"Well, they would," Matt grinned. "If you'd just stop being a nerd."
Izzy rolled his eyes and held up his hands in defeat. "I'm leaving! I give up trying to defend myself." He kissed his girlfriend before walking out the door, slamming it behind himself.
He made his way down the street, opting to walk since it was three to one. Hopefully he could find his way through the city without much trouble.
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An hour later Izzy dragged his aching feet up the stairs of a high-rise apartment building. He was half an hour late and had spent the last forty minutes trying to find the damn apartment building. He walked out of the stair well and scanned the doors that lined the hallway. 52…53…54…55…59…wait, that was supposed to be a six. He came to a halt in front of the door with the upside down six. He ran a hand through his hair before rapping lightly on the burgundy colored door. The door opened to reveal a tall, smooth tanned skinned man. The man stared at him. "Can I help you?"
Izzy froze. "I think I have the wrong place." He stepped back.
"Victor, who's at the door?" A melodic voice called from inside the apartment. Izzy turned to leave. "Koushiro?" He turned back to see Cassandra standing in the hallway, balancing a small boy on her hip with one arm around him. "Where you going?"
"Oh, I thought-uh…nowhere," he recovered. He walked back to here.
The young man in the door way stared at the pair, his eyes jumping back and forth between them. The little boy in her arms, looking to be about three, laughed and played with Cassandra's hair. "He looks like you."
She smiled and kissed the boy's forehead. "Yes he does. He's my brother."
The young man in the doorway grimaced. "Your brother? But-"
She pushed the boy into his arms. "I thought you two were going out?"
"Kacey," he growled.
"Go!" With a reluctant sigh the man hoisted the boy over his head to perch him on his shoulders. He kissed her and walked to the exit. The boy waved back at them. She looked back at Izzy. "Come on inside." He nodded and walked into the apartment with Cassandra behind him.
The apartment seemed pretty modest. Clean white walls with framed photos, a midnight blue couch with a teddy bear face down on one end, and grayish carpet was scattered with toys. She picked up some of the toys then looked up at him. "Go ahead and have a seat." She gestured to the couch. "Would you like anything to drink, soda or water?"
"No, I'm good," he replied as he stiffly to a seat on the couch.
"Okay. I'll be back." She carried the toys out of the room. When she returned she was pushing her hair into a bun. She sat down on the opposite end of the couch from him. His eyes wandered around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with her as an incredibly uncomfortable silence settled over the two. She poked him in the arm. "Koushiro, I'm sure you didn't come to scope up my apartment."
"Call me Izzy," he announced.
She scrunched her nose. "Izzy?"
"That's what my friends call me. It comes from my last name Izumi," he explained.
"Oh, okay, Izzy then. Its an interesting nickname."
Silence fell again.
"So, uh, who was that guy who answered the door?" He asked.
"That's my boyfriend, Victor."
"You live together?"
"Yep."
"And the little boy? Were you babysitting?"
A small smile crossed her face and she stared down at her hands. "No. That was Connor…my son."
"Your son?" He repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah. So he'd be your nephew."
"Oh…wow. Is he from Victor?"
"No," she replied shortly. "Listen, I'm not exactly comfortable with this line of questioning. Do you think we could talk about something different?"
Oh…yeah sure," he replied ruefully. "Sorry."
She sighed when he didn't continue. "So how'd you find me?"
He dug through his pocket to produce a crumpled sheet of paper. "I was given this invoice for an apartment building in New York. We got the address there and slowly worked our way here."
"We?"
"My friends and my girlfriend accompanied me here to America."
"Oh, sweet. So after New York where'd you go?"
"DC."
"DC?" She frowned. "You met dad?" He nodded. "What did he say?"
"Well, first he tried to convince us he didn't know who you were. Then, after my friend near threatened him, he gave us an address to a house in Louisiana. At the time I didn't know who he was, but he seemed…"
"Familiar?" She suggested.
"No, odd," he laughed. "I went back a second time to talk to him. I got the impression he didn't want me there."
She looked unnerved. "He didn't."
"Well, that makes me feel better. He didn't answer any of my questions. He told me to go talk to my parents. When I did, that's when I found out who he was."
"So he didn't pull out a gun or anything?"
He started to laugh, but stopped when she stayed somber. "A-a gun? No, he didn't."
She let out a sigh of relief. "Good…good." She laughed. "Well, uh let's get to know each other."
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A charcoal colored eyed man stared at the bluish screen as his long fingers flew over the keys at a million miles per second. (I enjoy exaggeration!) He focused on the line after line of encoded data that spread over the screen.
"Yushiro!"
The sudden interruption of concentration caused the next two lines to be nothing more then letters accidentally hit randomly. He looked up from the tiny square screen and cast his eyes to a light haired man with neon green eyes.
"Sorry, Yushiro, didn't mean to break concentration," the man laughed in his gray pinstriped suit. "But you just looked so serious. I had to wake you up!"
"Thanks Brian," he growled back as he swiveled in his chair to face his screen again. An email alert came up over his work.
"Well, actually I was just wondering if you were ever going to take your vacation time. Maybe I could use it if not. See I'm going…"
The phone rang and Yushiro raised his hand, signaling his coworker to stop speaking. He picked up the phone. "Hello, Yushiro Mizuhara speaking."
"Mr. Mizuhara?" A voice asked. "Its Victor Gutierrez."
"Victor," he lowered his voice. "You know the rules. What do you think your doing calling me?! If this is about money-"
"No, no sir, its not!" The man on the other end stuttered out quickly. "I do know the rules and I'm following them. The guy, Kacey's brother, he showed up at our apartment this morning."
Rage poured through his veins, making his blood boil and his face get red. "That little- he actually made it?" He was speaking more to himself. "Then tell him to leave!"
"I would, but I don't think Kacey's going to let him leave without a fight."
"Be a man, dammit!" He slammed his fist on his desk. "You get that digimon loving freak out of her life or I will be down there to deal with it myself. Call me when he's gone. If you don't call in three days I am going to come down there. YOU TELL HER THAT!" He slammed the phone down.
"Yushiro, are you okay?" Brian called.
"Get out of here, Brian. I am not in the mood!"
"Sorry," he snapped before walking off.
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Bathed in sunlight, the man placed his head in his hands. He didn't enjoy what he just did, but it was for the safety of his family. He couldn't have DigiDestined hanging around, the scum. And if Mizuhara found out…
This is all for the better.
Sorry, I got lazy...its short. Please review.
Searching
"Are you three almost ready?" Izzy called out as he pulled a blue shirt over his head. He walked out of his room and into the living room of their hotel room. Tai was stretched out on the couch with the TV remote in his hand wearing a white hotel robe. Sora sat beside him with his legs laid on top of hers. Matt sat on the recliner wearing only boxers. "Guys! We gotta go!"
Tai hung his head over the arm of the couch, looking at Izzy upside down. "No, you gotta go. This is where we call mutiny, oh fearless leader."
"What?" Izzy snapped.
"Yeah, she's your sister," Matt added. "We just came along for the free ride." Sora threw one of the couch pillows at him. "Oh and the moral support."
Sora gave him a reassuring smile. "What these two mean to say is that Cassandra…er what did you say her name was?"
"Kacey."
"Kacey is your sister and you should be meeting with her and talking to her alone without interference from us," she explained.
"So we're ditching you so we can go have fun," Tai summed. "Me and Matt can pick up girls and we're going to find Sora a real boyfriend."
"Hardy har har!" Izzy laughed, irritated. "Don't the me and Sora jokes get old?"
"Well, they would," Matt grinned. "If you'd just stop being a nerd."
Izzy rolled his eyes and held up his hands in defeat. "I'm leaving! I give up trying to defend myself." He kissed his girlfriend before walking out the door, slamming it behind himself.
He made his way down the street, opting to walk since it was three to one. Hopefully he could find his way through the city without much trouble.
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An hour later Izzy dragged his aching feet up the stairs of a high-rise apartment building. He was half an hour late and had spent the last forty minutes trying to find the damn apartment building. He walked out of the stair well and scanned the doors that lined the hallway. 52…53…54…55…59…wait, that was supposed to be a six. He came to a halt in front of the door with the upside down six. He ran a hand through his hair before rapping lightly on the burgundy colored door. The door opened to reveal a tall, smooth tanned skinned man. The man stared at him. "Can I help you?"
Izzy froze. "I think I have the wrong place." He stepped back.
"Victor, who's at the door?" A melodic voice called from inside the apartment. Izzy turned to leave. "Koushiro?" He turned back to see Cassandra standing in the hallway, balancing a small boy on her hip with one arm around him. "Where you going?"
"Oh, I thought-uh…nowhere," he recovered. He walked back to here.
The young man in the door way stared at the pair, his eyes jumping back and forth between them. The little boy in her arms, looking to be about three, laughed and played with Cassandra's hair. "He looks like you."
She smiled and kissed the boy's forehead. "Yes he does. He's my brother."
The young man in the doorway grimaced. "Your brother? But-"
She pushed the boy into his arms. "I thought you two were going out?"
"Kacey," he growled.
"Go!" With a reluctant sigh the man hoisted the boy over his head to perch him on his shoulders. He kissed her and walked to the exit. The boy waved back at them. She looked back at Izzy. "Come on inside." He nodded and walked into the apartment with Cassandra behind him.
The apartment seemed pretty modest. Clean white walls with framed photos, a midnight blue couch with a teddy bear face down on one end, and grayish carpet was scattered with toys. She picked up some of the toys then looked up at him. "Go ahead and have a seat." She gestured to the couch. "Would you like anything to drink, soda or water?"
"No, I'm good," he replied as he stiffly to a seat on the couch.
"Okay. I'll be back." She carried the toys out of the room. When she returned she was pushing her hair into a bun. She sat down on the opposite end of the couch from him. His eyes wandered around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with her as an incredibly uncomfortable silence settled over the two. She poked him in the arm. "Koushiro, I'm sure you didn't come to scope up my apartment."
"Call me Izzy," he announced.
She scrunched her nose. "Izzy?"
"That's what my friends call me. It comes from my last name Izumi," he explained.
"Oh, okay, Izzy then. Its an interesting nickname."
Silence fell again.
"So, uh, who was that guy who answered the door?" He asked.
"That's my boyfriend, Victor."
"You live together?"
"Yep."
"And the little boy? Were you babysitting?"
A small smile crossed her face and she stared down at her hands. "No. That was Connor…my son."
"Your son?" He repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah. So he'd be your nephew."
"Oh…wow. Is he from Victor?"
"No," she replied shortly. "Listen, I'm not exactly comfortable with this line of questioning. Do you think we could talk about something different?"
Oh…yeah sure," he replied ruefully. "Sorry."
She sighed when he didn't continue. "So how'd you find me?"
He dug through his pocket to produce a crumpled sheet of paper. "I was given this invoice for an apartment building in New York. We got the address there and slowly worked our way here."
"We?"
"My friends and my girlfriend accompanied me here to America."
"Oh, sweet. So after New York where'd you go?"
"DC."
"DC?" She frowned. "You met dad?" He nodded. "What did he say?"
"Well, first he tried to convince us he didn't know who you were. Then, after my friend near threatened him, he gave us an address to a house in Louisiana. At the time I didn't know who he was, but he seemed…"
"Familiar?" She suggested.
"No, odd," he laughed. "I went back a second time to talk to him. I got the impression he didn't want me there."
She looked unnerved. "He didn't."
"Well, that makes me feel better. He didn't answer any of my questions. He told me to go talk to my parents. When I did, that's when I found out who he was."
"So he didn't pull out a gun or anything?"
He started to laugh, but stopped when she stayed somber. "A-a gun? No, he didn't."
She let out a sigh of relief. "Good…good." She laughed. "Well, uh let's get to know each other."
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A charcoal colored eyed man stared at the bluish screen as his long fingers flew over the keys at a million miles per second. (I enjoy exaggeration!) He focused on the line after line of encoded data that spread over the screen.
"Yushiro!"
The sudden interruption of concentration caused the next two lines to be nothing more then letters accidentally hit randomly. He looked up from the tiny square screen and cast his eyes to a light haired man with neon green eyes.
"Sorry, Yushiro, didn't mean to break concentration," the man laughed in his gray pinstriped suit. "But you just looked so serious. I had to wake you up!"
"Thanks Brian," he growled back as he swiveled in his chair to face his screen again. An email alert came up over his work.
"Well, actually I was just wondering if you were ever going to take your vacation time. Maybe I could use it if not. See I'm going…"
The phone rang and Yushiro raised his hand, signaling his coworker to stop speaking. He picked up the phone. "Hello, Yushiro Mizuhara speaking."
"Mr. Mizuhara?" A voice asked. "Its Victor Gutierrez."
"Victor," he lowered his voice. "You know the rules. What do you think your doing calling me?! If this is about money-"
"No, no sir, its not!" The man on the other end stuttered out quickly. "I do know the rules and I'm following them. The guy, Kacey's brother, he showed up at our apartment this morning."
Rage poured through his veins, making his blood boil and his face get red. "That little- he actually made it?" He was speaking more to himself. "Then tell him to leave!"
"I would, but I don't think Kacey's going to let him leave without a fight."
"Be a man, dammit!" He slammed his fist on his desk. "You get that digimon loving freak out of her life or I will be down there to deal with it myself. Call me when he's gone. If you don't call in three days I am going to come down there. YOU TELL HER THAT!" He slammed the phone down.
"Yushiro, are you okay?" Brian called.
"Get out of here, Brian. I am not in the mood!"
"Sorry," he snapped before walking off.
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Bathed in sunlight, the man placed his head in his hands. He didn't enjoy what he just did, but it was for the safety of his family. He couldn't have DigiDestined hanging around, the scum. And if Mizuhara found out…
This is all for the better.
Sorry, I got lazy...its short. Please review.