ELP :Uhhh....I don't own Digimon, so just read.
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Ken and Miyako had no idea that it was 8 pm, and by the time they stopped screaming in utter terror, it was ten. Ken stood with his eyes like dish plates, in front of Miyako. Miyako's eyes were wider then her glasses. They looked back into the mirror, at themselves. Ken couldn't believe it all. Him? Affianced to Miyako by arrangement? Ken sat down in a chair, and closed his eyes, placing his head in his hand.

Miyako sat down on the couch, and stared ahead towards the black and blank Television set. She looked over to Ken when she heard him sigh deeply. He looked up, very pale.


" I don't want to be that way. I don't want to be married at 13. I don't want my wife to walk a step behind me. I actually want to be able to hold hands, and laugh and not be prejudice to others. No......." Ken put his head back down, letting it sag, like he was unworthy of something. Miyako sighed.

" Neither do I. I'd hate that. And, I also don't want to be stuck with someone I barely know for the rest of my life. Man, this bites." Miyako sighed and sagged back in her place against the couch. Ken looked up, terror flaring in his eyes. This was not good. Sure, he was twelve, and he had to admit, he liked Miyako as a friend, but...... Marriage? A little too soon. Ken leaned back in the chair, suddenly really tired. He blinked a few times, and yawned. He made a move to get up, talking to Miyako at the same time.

" I better get home. It's late, and I don't want to invade on you're space." Ken stated like a drone, still shocked. He was about to walk to the door, when Miyako suddenly stood up to full height, a little bit smaller then Ken, almost unnoticeable. She stared him straight in the eye, caramel to violet grey. She then poked him in the chest.

" Nope. You're not going anywhere. You have no idea what kind of things roam the streets this time of night. Believe me, you don't want to go home at this time. There's a night club on the main road, the one you have to take to get home. Lots of Goths and punks go there. Not to be prejudice to them, but some of the ones that think they're vampires really scare me. So I can't let you go." Miyako stated, explaining it all. Ken nodded.

" Uh, okay, but-" Miyako shoved an opened palm in front of Ken's face, shocking him.

" Na-uh, no buts! Don't try that phony stuff here. You can sleep in you're clothes on the couch, and that is that! And, if you do try to sneak out, don't expect me to save you're *** when you end up running into a Goth, let alone a vampire." Ken blinked a few times at the hand, and then gently moved it aside. Wormmon and Hawkmon then waddled into the room, smiling.

" Hi! Miyako, I know it's summer, but you need you're rest! I hate to sound like you're mother, but I am ordering you to sleep!" Hawkmon said, flying onto Miyako's shoulder. Miyako blinked a few times, then walked to the door, locking all the locks on the door, and then she then attached a string to the door knob, and then to a bell. She hung it on the roof of the entrance, near the mistletoe. She then turned to Ken, and stalked right up to him. Ken was on-looking her with a raised eyebrow. Miyako had a You-Can't-Beat-Me look on her face.

" If you try, the bell rings, and I'll hit you over the head with a baseball bat, got it?" She threatened, pointing to the gleaming metal baseball bat in the corner. Ken gulped and nodded.

" Ken-Chan, are we staying here?" Wormmon asked. Ken nodded, and picked Wormmon up. Miyako smiled and walked into her room, changed into a pair of old shorts and a T-shirt, and walked back into the living room. Ken was nowhere in sight. She looked around, and spotted the door. Not opened. She blinked a few times, her glasses off, looking around. A flush was heard, and Ken { after washing his hands } walked out of the bathroom. She relaxed a little. Ken blinked a few times at Miyako.

" Uh.... Right, I'll just be over there now." Ken stated, staring at her shirt. Miyako slipped on her glasses, and blushed bright red. She had forgotten that the red one was a T-shirt of ' Big Evil ' and that on it's back it said, ' Fighting is a Lifestyle Undertaker.' Miyako laughed nervously.

" Ehehehehe ..... I, like the Undertaker. Anyway, goodnight." She stated, disappearing back into her room. Ken smiled a little. He then laid down on the couch, and closed his eyes. Pretty soon, he fell into an uneasy sleep. Miyako fell asleep immediately, snoring lightly. Pft, YEAH RIGHT! More like a little quieter then Davis! Woops, sorry.

Meanwhile, in a black abyss....

Something sat upon a bone throne, looking down on Digimon and humans fighting for their lives.....

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ELP: Short, I know. Thanks. R&R.