Chapter Four

Note from Arylwren: Wolfie is away right now being chased around by an angel with a nail gun and a steel banjo. I wrote this while on a sugar rush from Godiva chocolate. Please excuse any strangeness…

~*~Ken~*~

            I clutched my stomach; afraid that it was going to burst any second now from my laughing so hard, although I knew it was scientifically impossible. I wiped my streaming eyes while helping Davis up from the floor where he had been rolling in laughter. Jun glared at us, but that just set the two of us off again. She growled menacingly, "And what is so funny?"

"Sorry Jun, it's just not something you hear every day is it?" Davis replied, wiping away a tear.

I choked with laughter again. Jun participating in a who-can-get-the-guy contest was definitely NOT a normal phenomenon…in fact, it was downright scary if you thought about it.

"So, are you two gonna help me or what?" she asked impatiently with her hands on her hips.

"Err, may I ask why you want us to help you?"  I carefully inquired. It was a good idea to know what you were getting yourself into when Jun Motomiya is involved…it was a bad idea, however, to draw her attention to yourself if you're over the age of six and male.

She gave me a speculative smile that suddenly brought on the desire to make a bolt for it, "Well, you two are guys, so I thought I'd get you're opinions…"

"Ohhhhhh," we replied weakly in unison. She batted her eyelashes at me again and I gulped.

"But we were going to…" started Davis

"You weren't going to do anything," said Jun firmly, cutting off our excuse for escape, "Remember? I checked your diary."

I watched Davis sweatdrop and shuffle his feet nervously. If Jun hadn't been staring at me like a rabid dog the entire time, I might have found the situation amusing.

"Err, well, I'll help, Sis," Davis said finally, realizing there was no alternative, "You will too, won't you, Ken?" 

I stared at my best friend in horror…well, make that my ex-best friend. It was one thing for him to help his maniacal sister in this crazy contest; it was another entirely to drag me onto the battlefield with him.

I gulped rather loudly as Jun turned her dazzlingly horrifying smile on to me. "You'll help, won't you, Ken?" she cooed; I shivered.

I stared daggers at Davis, but realistically realized that Davis, as much as I liked him, was a bit too thick to be able to comprehend how looks can kill. I hung my head in defeat, "Umm, yeah, I guess so…"

"Yes!!" Jun shouted…or rather, shrieked, "There's no way I can lose now!!!"

I winced, wanting to protect my ears from her shouts. This was going to be a loooong day.

~*~Yolei~*~

I traced the wood grains of Mimi's coffee table absentmindedly with a finger, waiting for her to come back out. Actually, I was hoping she'd stay in there a bit longer, as I was trying to memorize the exact blueprint of the apartment and its décor so I could make my own apartment someday look exactly like this. Okay, so the black piano goes opposite the leather couch, the glass doors face east, and the coffee table is made of some reddish wood...

After minutely examining every possible detail, I caught sight of a Vogue left on the couch. It was the newest edition too. Mimi must have been reading it when I knocked. I started flipping through it when I caught sight of an article heading: "Tips on Stalking." I squealed and screeched in excitement. I had been looking for a book or article on this forever! I have to buy this issue!!

At that second, Mimi with her head of perfect pink waves popped out of her room. I sighed…if only I could look like that as effortlessly as she does. "Is everything okay?" she asked, "I heard something that resembled a cat dying."

I blinked in confusion, "What do you mean? I didn't hear anything…Oh Mimi! This is the most gorgeous table! How did you get it painted red?"

She shrugged and sat down, perching herself on one of the arms of the sofa. I wish I had enough balance to do something like that…maybe Mimi will teach me. Mimi frowned slightly, "You mean the coffee table?"

I nodded violently. She replied, a bit puzzled, "It's mahogany…it's naturally red."

"Ooh," I said, blushing slightly; I eagerly changed the topic, "So Mimi, how did it go?"

"Oh," she replied, flashing a quick smile in my direction, "Kari and Sora will be over in half an hour." 

Alright! I've got three people on my side now! How can I possibly lose?!? Especially to Jun? I leapt up into the air and held my fingers in a piece sign, "Peeerfecto!!"

Mimi shook slightly, almost as if she was flinching, "Yolei, the first thing we have to work on is volume control…"

~*~Mimi~*~

            I winced at Yolei's hair-raising shouts. Well, at least I now know what had been making that awful noise before. I reached out and put a restraining hand on her shoulder, but to no avail. She just kept on bouncing up and down on the couch as if my hand wasn't there. I sighed; Yolei opened her mouth to speak again; I braced myself for another ear-splitting shriek when the phone rang. I almost became weak-kneed in relief. "God bless Alexander Graham Bell," I muttered under my breath.

            "I'll be right back," I told Yolei as I practically ran for the phone.

            I glanced over at the caller ID, although at this point, I was willing to pick up no matter who was calling, even if it was one of those telemarketers. Surprisingly, it was Davis. "Why would Davis be calling me?" I wondered aloud.

            I shrugged and picked up the phone, "Hello?"

~*~Davis~*~

            "Mimi?" I asked, unsure if I dialed the right number. Last time I tried calling her, I ended up calling some random city in New Zealand. Boy was Mom mad when she saw the telephone bill that month…

            I heard a sigh at the other end. "Yes, Davis, what is it?"

            "Whoa! How'd you know it was me? Did you memorize the sound of my voice or something?"

            I heard a noise that sounded awfully like a snort, "Davis, it's called caller ID."

            "Oh."

            "So, what do you want?"

            I cleared my throat uneasily. I knew the rest of the Digidestined didn't like Jun very much…in fact, I don't think they like her at all…which is understandable since I don't even like Jun very much, and she's my sister, but Mimi especially disliked her for some strange reason. I asked Kari about it once, but all she said was "Matt." I then asked what Matt had to do with anything but she just stared at me like I was crazy, smacked me over the head, and then went to talk to TK.

            "Davis, WHAT IS IT?" Mimi's voice cut right through my train of thought.

            Oops. I was thinking so much about reasons why Mimi wouldn't help that I completely forgot I was still on the phone with her, "Well, you know Jun right?"

            "Yes, Davis. I know Jun."

            "Well, she has this contest thing going on…A…um, skank-off."

            Then Mimi started laughing like crazy. I mean, sure, Jun wasn't exactly the kind of girl that guys drooled over, but that didn't mean she should laugh at her. I'm allowed to laugh at Jun, but that's because she's my sister.

            I was getting a little impatient when she finally stopped laughing. "Yeah," I heard about it from Yolei.

            I groaned. Figures Yolei would be smart enough to go straight to the girl who had so much makeup and clothing, she has a separate room for it all. "Well, Jun's asked me to help her."

            "Well, Yolei's asked me to help her," Mimi replied in kind.

            "So you got any tips?"

            There was a pause. Great, I thought, even Mimi, the queen of makeup, is stumped over how to make Jun look decent.

            "Umm…picture the prettiest girl you can imagine, or someone you'd want to go out with and try to model Jun after that?"

            I heard a distant squeal on the other end. Mimi let out a gusty sigh, "I have to go. Uh, good luck."

            With that, she hung up. Well, we'll definitely need luck to pull this off.

~*~Jun~*~

            Davis reappeared from his room with a strange glint in his eyes. "So?" I asked.

            He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall. "Where are you taking me?!?!?" I screeched into his ear while trying to twist out of his grasp. He suddenly stopped in front of the door to my room.

            "To get you some clothes," he answered.

            "But…"

            He turned around and looked me in the eye, "Do you want my help or not?"

            I snarled at his face. "Yes," I grumbled.

            "Then let's go." With that he stormed into my room with me in toll; Ken trailed in behind us, carefully shutting the door behind him.

            Davis immediately dove into my closet and started throwing things around. "What are you doing, you freak?!?" I screamed at him, "Look what you're doing to my room! My stuff!"

            He stopped for a second to look around. "Well, it's not like this place could get messier…"

            I glared at him, and then turned to look at my room. Well, the twerp had a point: my room was already at its peak of possible messiness. "Fine," I grumbled and sat down on my bed as Davis resumed his digging.

Half an hour later, he emerged from my closet with a pile of clothing over one arm. "This might work," he said, shoving all of it at me, "Try it on."

I looked at the clothing in disgust. I swear I saw pink somewhere in there. Glaring at my brother one last time, I stomped off into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, I emerged in my new outfit. "So, guys what do you think?"

            Davis frowned for a second. I was ready to smack him when he abruptly ran out of the room. What the…?

            He came back with a white camera, and handed it to me. "How the hell am I going to carry a camera?!? ….And more importantly, why the hell am I carrying a camera?!?"

"Well duh, around your neck!" he answered, taking the camera and roughly throwing it around my neck. He ignored my second question.

I stared out myself in the mirror. My brother had picked out an outfit consisting of yellow shorts and a pink and white shirt with matching arm-length, finger-less gloves. I looked…familiar somehow with those clothes and the white camera, but I couldn't quite place from where.

Davis frowned again, and abruptly ran out of the room once more. I growled; when that idiot came back…Before I got a chance to finish the thought, Davis ran once more back in with a huge jar of hair gel in his hand. "Finish touch," he announced as he dumped its entire contents onto my head.

"Oh…my…god…Davis, what the hell are you doing?!?" I yelled.

He didn't listen but rather continued to smooth the stuff over my hair. "DAVIS!!!!"

"Geez, hold on a minute. I'm just trying to help," he answered as he plastered my hair around my face, straightening it in the process.

"AND HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO HELP?!?"

Davis stopped doing whatever he was doing to my hair, "Actually, I was thinking, it looks really good."

I turned and stared at my reflection. "I LOOK LIKE…"

"…Kari." Ken finished from where he had been sitting this entire time, barely able to suppress a smile. I was going to say that I looked like shit, but now that Ken said it, I DID look like that little Kamiya girl.

 I turned back to my brother, "What were you thinking?!? You little Goof! I need to look original! I need to look stunning! I need…"

"…A make over," Ken muttered under his breath.

I stared at the blue-haired boy. "Brilliant! I knew that there was a reason for keeping you around! Davis, some help you were!"

I turned and grabbed Ken's wrist, pulling him from where he was sitting on the bed. "Come on, Ken. You're the genius, you'll help me."

Dragging him behind me, I stormed out of the room.