*^* Sweethearts, Soybeans, and Solitaire *^*

A Digimon Fanfic by Bandit
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*^* Chapter 3- A Good Tricky Plan Is Hard To Find *^*

The hallway outside the door to the Odaiba Middle School Oracle office was deserted, it being four o'clock in the afternoon.

Well, not quite deserted. A purple-poof-topped, begoggled head peeked from around a corner for a moment, looking down the hall, and then disappeared back out of sight.

After a short pause, a skinny boy in a blue-and-white striped shirt and khaki shorts jumped dramatically into view, landing in a half-crouch and searching the corridor for would-be 'attackers' in an attempt at true James Bond style. Satisfied that no one was there to witness his amusing antics, Davis flattened himself abruptly against the wall with a *thump*, his arms stretched out on either side of him.

"Ow!"

"Oh, sorry, Demiveemon," Davis said sheepishly, and eased out from the wall a little bit. The small blue head of his Digimon's in-training form poked out of his backpack.

"Be more careful, Davish!" he admonished.

"Shh!" Davis hissed, shoving Demiveemon back down into the depths of the backpack. Inching along on tiptoe, he reached the door, stopped, checked the hallway again for intruders, and slowly stretched out his fingers for the doorknob...

And, of course, the door opened.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Y-Davis?!"

"Kari!" Davis yelped, quickly hiding the envelope in his hand behind his back.

"What are you doing here?" they exclaimed at the same time.

"I just finished developing some photos for the Oracle," Kari said suspiciously. "What about you?"

"I'm...uh..." Davis floundered for an excuse; he hadn't anticipated anything like this happening!

"Well?" Kari said, crossing her arms.

"It'sh shimple!" Demiveemon said helpfully, popping up again from within Davis's backpack. "Davish'sh delivering a-"

"-A message, for a friend!" Davis said hurriedly, using his free hand to shove his Digimon back into the backpack and zip it closed. "A very important message, for a very good friend of mine! Very important! Thank you ever so much, Demiveemon..." he added under his breath, gritting his teeth.

"Very important, huh?" Kari said, looking skeptical. Davis nodded so forcefully that his goggles nearly flew off his head.

"Oh, yeah! Very, very important! In fact, I think I'll just go and, uh, deliver it...right now!" With that, he ducked into the Oracle office, slamming the door in Kari's face.

"Ohhh-kay..." Kari said uncertainly, frowning. A beeping noise distracted her, and she looked down at her belt to the D-Terminal she wore. "Oh, shoot, I forgot all about the pizza parlor with TK and the others! I'd better run!" With that, she took off down the hallway without a backwards glance.

Inside the office, Davis hurried over to the biggest desk in sight. A metal filing basket set on the corner of it was labeled 'Valentine's Ad Submissions Here'. Dropping the envelope into it, he grinned and clapped his hands together.

"There! Now I just sit back and wait for my tricky plan to unfold!" he jubilated.

Demiveemon spoke up from inside the backpack.

"Well, that was shuprishingly eashy. Are you sure thish will work, Davish?"

"Hey, it's fool-proof, Demiveemon. All the best planners are simple, remember?"

"Um, Davish, I think the shaying ish, 'All the besht *plansh* are shimple.'"

"Close enough. Now let's get out of here before Kari or somebody comes back!"

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