Chapter 7:

The Realization

"I'm home!" Melissa called as she walked through the front door. No one answered her call.

Melissa shrugged, but was actually pretty relieved. She would rather get cleaned up before anyone saw her.

Quietly, she walked up the stairs, and down the hallway. She was just about to open the door to her room, when…

"…Where have you been?" Someone asked.

Melissa froze, and then turned. She was relieved when she realized it was Obin, her 15-year-old sister.

Obin, like Melissa, was tall, slender, and had dark blue eyes. However, her hair was blond and very short.

Melissa shrugged. "Oh, nowhere…"

"Where were you?" Asked Obin again.

"I told you, no where important!" Melissa snapped.

Obin shrugged. "If it's not important, than you shouldn't mind telling me. Where were you?"

"What are you, taking a log on me?!"

"I'M JUST WONDERING."

"THEN KNOCK IT OFF! I WAS AT THE PARK!"

"Oh." Obin looked disappointed. No doubt that she was going to try to blackmail Melissa. Then, she scowled. "In that case, get out of my way! I have important stuff to do!"

Melissa threw her arms in to the air, and then stalked in to her room. Ringermon was already in there. "What's Wrong, Melissa?"

Melissa groaned. "Obin irritates the crap out of me sometimes…"

Ringermon wrinkled up her nose. "…Is Obin your older sister? Was she the one who was yelling this morning?"

Melissa nodded. "Yea, that's her. She has skin problems. You know? Zits?"

Ringermon nodded.

Melissa headed in to her bathroom, and looked in the mirror. There was dirt on her face.

She sighed, dropped a washcloth in the sink, and turned on the warm water. When it was just right, she gently scrubbed her face. "Hey Ringermon…" She started.

"Yes?"

"Well…I've only known you for about two days, but I already feel like we've been friends for my entire life."

Ringermon smiled. "Good! I really want to be your friend, Melissa!"

Melissa nodded. "You've already done that."

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Davis groaned, and crumpled up another piece of paper. For the past 10 minutes, he had been trying to think of a good battle plan. Unfortunately, he wasn't good with strategies.

Davis was just about to reach for another piece of paper, when he stopped. "Who says I need a plan?!"

Demiveemon blinked. "Whaddya mean, Davis?"

Davis stood up defiantly. "Well, if I'm doing this myself, then I don't need a plan! I'll just go in there and beat the air out of them!"

"Alright!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Davis, what's going on?"

"Err…Nothing, Mom!" Davis replied hastily.

"Ok. Well, dinner's gonna be ready in 10 minutes. Will you set the table?" His Mother called

"Ok!" He said goodbye to Demiveemon, and left his room. As he sat the table, he couldn't help but think, Tomorrow…!

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The next morning, Melissa knew she had to go to the Digital World. She wasn't sure why, but she just knew.

So, after eating breakfast and telling her Mother she was going out again, she left.

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Davis was starting to get irritated. He had been in the Digital World for almost 45 minutes, and he hadn't seen any of the Dark Digidestined.

"Davis, do you think that if we split up, we'll find them?" Asked Veemon.

Davis shook his head. "If I do find them, then I'll need you to Digivolve."

Veemon looked around sadly. "You're right…"

However, 10 minutes later, Davis groaned. "You know, maybe you were right about splitting up. You go in to the woods, and I'll go around the cities. Ok?"

"OK!" Cheered Veemon. He dashed in to the woods.

Davis looked around some more. Eventually, he knew he had to stop and rest.

There was a river near him, so he waded right in. As he took a drink, he thought and looked at his reflection.

Why doesn't Kari like me? He thought. I'm cool, smart, and really handsome…He dwelled on that thought: Handsome…He looked down and admired himself…Athletic build, Long, black hair, dark blue eyes-

HUA?

LONG BLACK HAIR AND DARK BLUE EYES?!

Unless he was mistaken, there was someone else in the water!

He twirled around quickly, and gasped.

It was her. The Dark Digidestined.

The same hair. The same costume. The same everything!

But one thing was different: She wasn't wearing her goggles. And because of that, he recognized her at once:

Senshi Melissa…

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Melissa gasped. No way! Can it really be him? Can it be?

The evil Digidestined was Motomiya Davis!

She had had a crush on him since 3rd grade, but he was always chasing after that other girl. Now, she knew the truth about him: He was a Digimon killer!

She was so shocked, she couldn't speak.

"M-M…Melissa…?…Senshi Melissa….?" He croaked. He looked just as shocked as she was. "…Is that you?"

She swallowed, and nodded. "Yea…But are you…really…Motomiya Daisuke…?"

He nodded, too. "Yea…So…you're a Digidestined…?"

"NO! I'm a Dark Digidestined, and how dare you insult me?!" She snapped. "I refuse to be given the same tittle as some Digimon-killers!"

Davis wrinkled up his nose. "Digimon…killers?"

"That's right!" She sneered. "I know all about you!"

His face turned solemn. "…Who told you that?"

"Akira!"

"…Whose Akira?"

"She's the one who told me what my D-3 is and she gave me Ringermon!"

Davis' face still looked solemn. "…Do you always believe things you hear about other people?"

"YES!…Wait, No!…Well…sometimes, I guess…" Her voice trailed off. Was he testing her…?

"How long have you known her?"

"Uh…Three days…"

"Have you ever seen me hurt a Digimon?"

"Err…No…"

"When it comes down to the very bone, do you have any reason not to believe me when I say that Akira lied to you?"

"…No…" Melissa sighed. "Davis, I think you're right…I've been duped…"

Davis shrugged. "You made a mistake, that's all."

Melissa nodded. "Will you and your friends ever forgive me…?"

Davis smiled. "I'm sure they will. Now, co'mon." He grabbed her hand and led her out of the water.

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Davis was having mixed feelings about all of this. How can it be? Melissa's a Digidestined…?

He had always had a crush on her, with her pretty hair and gorgeous eyes, also, her knowledge of computers. But her attitude was a total turn-off. She had been sent to see the principal for mouthing-off more than once. Sometimes, he felt like she was harder to crack than a coconut. Also, she was rich, but got mad if someone talked about it.

But there was one more thing on his mind: Akira. Who is she? Why did she lie to Melissa and that other boy? Is she our new enemy?

When Melissa pulled her hand out of his, he realized that they were on the banks of the river.

Melissa looked around. "I gotta find Ringermon. I sent her to go look for you."

Davis grinned. "Ya know, that's exactly what I did. Why don't we split up and find our Digimon? Then, we'll meet up here again."

Melissa nodded. "Great idea." Then, she and Davis went their separate ways.