I don't own Digimon. Yes, you read right, not SD3, or DBZ, or god knows what. D-I-G-I-M-O-N. bwahahahah

Starts Miyaken. Then.. what does it turn into? The sky's the limit J

She Loved Ken

She was lying on the floor in my room; drawing. What was she drawing, you say? What could a girl like Miyako draw? The man of her dreams, of course.

She loves Ken.

Let's see. Start with his face. Those gentle features. That carved chin. Those cute ears. That smart forehead. That slight, consistent frown…

She ripped the page and crippled it to a ball. Throwing it backwards, it met with the growing pile of bad sketches.

All she needed was the right inspiration.

She loves Ken.

Let's try the eyes. Those warm eyes that often seem to lose interest in you, but held that warmth to those who could only see it. They were so smart it seemed like there was no question they couldn't answer. But there was also this curiosity whenever someone asked about what he felt. As though he himself didn't know. She loved his eyes. She smiled warmly…

Then the pile received a member.

She loves Ken.

The body. That's it, his body language was as unique as his hair. Or her hair, for the matter, Miyako thought as she ran a finger through a renegade lock that fell on her face.

Let's see now. Gentle yet strong arms. That pose that shows he knows what he can do, and that's a lot. He's just so sure of himself. And not without a reason. He was just good at everything. Especially with her, she giggled. Well, who could blame her, they had to much in common. Especially comput…

Pile+1.

She loves Ken.

It angered and frustrated her. Why couldn't she draw him?! He looked simple enough in real life, why was it so hard to bring him on paper?!

Why?

She had the talent, she knew it.

She had the time, she knew it.

She had the instruments, they laid before her.

She had his picture in her mind. That perfect picture.

She sighed in defeat. Fine. So she couldn't draw Ken. Who cared about that?

She started drawing again. Who cares if she couldn't draw Ken?! It didn't matter if she drew him or not.

She loved Ken.

She started about the same order as before, not really paying attention to what she was drawing. Face: smart forehead; That cute chin; cheeks you want to pinch 'till they bleed.

She loved Ken.

Now the eyes. Those warm, chocolate like eyes that always looked at you. Unless they were preoccupied, which happened just a bit too much for her taste. But she could get lost in them. They were always kind to her. Always.

She loved Ken.

And back to the body. She tried shirtless this time, giggling and blushing as she worked. She saw him shirtless once, when they went to the beach. Daisuke wouldn't stop teasing them… she had to chase him around for 15 minutes before he stopped! But not because he annoyed her, like always. But because she was emberessed to death. And they were this close to kiss!

Opening her eyes, Miyako found out that she actually DID kiss… the picture. He seemed so real… his eyes, so true… she grinned as she signed her name, kissed the picture again, and left it on her shelf for all to see. On the top was written 'my true love', from before she even began drawing the actual person.

Brown hair. Chocolate eyes. Smart smile. Arms crossed. Computer nearby.

She loved Ken.

And now she loves Koushiru.

A/N: R&R! :D