New Beginnings


Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. I'm just a poor little student who writes fics in her spare time. So back off.

A prequel may be written for this one... if it's asked for.

Brief summary: Daisuke starts to notice some things that he doesn't like about the other Digidestined. He finds out things kept from him and to top it all off, he overhears the others talking about him. He walks in, looks around and leaves; never to return. Or so he thought.

BTW - Nothing new...just corrected a couple things.---3/14


blah blah ... thoughts

"blah blah" ... dialogue

"blah blah" ... action during dialogue

(Word next to Japanese word) ... Translation

((Hey you..)) ... I'm talking to you...


Daisuke stood with his friend in front of the one place he swore he'd never come back to.

Odaiba High.

"What possessed us to come back again?"

Daisuke stared at his friend. Her name was Kyoko Maeda and he'd met her at school in America. He was shocked to find that she was a Digidestined and all her close friends knew about it. They didn't care at all and had sworn that they'd never say a word to anyone else. The threat of her and her digimon's wrath probably gave them a little incentive though. At that time, she and her close friends were planning to form a band. Daisuke, being as into music as he was, wanted to join. Apparently, Kyoko was familiar with the other digidestined back in Odaiba, but still refused to tell him how. All she said about it was, "They hold unpleasant memories that I would rather not remember."

Daisuke had left for America after coming to the conclusion that there was no reason for him to stay; it wasn't worth it. When he got to America and had been there for a while, she was the only girl who hadn't been falling over him. He and Kyoko hit it off immediately and he was surprised to find that she was as good at football as he was. Not only that, but she and her friends offered to have Daisuke join after catching him in the school's music room, on a guitar, singing. Daisuke was furtherly surprised to find how popular he could become by being himself. Of course, a little change of style and trying might have helped.

"I have no idea, but what I do know is that it is ridiculously hot here in Japan. It was somewhat decent in Cali."

The girl nodded in agreement. "At least we're sort of dressed for the heat."

Kyoko was wearing a white spaghetti-strapped shirt with a black vest. She had black pants that cut off, jagged at her calves, showing a bit of her natural, lightly tanned skin. She had black boots that matched the black fingerless gloves that adorned her hands. Upon her dark red hair, rested a pair of, what else but, black shades. Her hair was long and wavy, pulled up into a high ponytail with strands falling out, mostly over her wine-colored eyes. A number of silver bracelets adorned her wrists. Her ears were decorated with four piercings, each. All of them were a pale blue and studs: one in its 'normal' place and three up top. Two of the three were small hoops. A belly ring was exposed by her spaghetti-strapped shirt. The belly piercing appeared to be a chain of vines that clung closely to her stomach.

Daisuke had also changed over the years. Three, to be exact. He left for America the year he was supposed to enter ninth grade. Now, it was his senior year. He and Kyoko, with some others who were thankfully the rest of their band, had been sent as foreign exchange students. They had all refused to stay with another student, but instead decided to all get apartments while they were stuck here. I think staying in the same apartment would be more merciful on our bank accounts, though. Daisuke had cut his hair and changed his style completely to match his personality, which had definitely changed over the years. Sure, he was just as stubborn and outgoing, but in a pleasantly humorous way. He didn't talk as much unless around close friends and even then it's not quite as much. His grades were very high so he was placed in all honors classes this year. Daisuke's hair was cut shorter, so no afro. It was now sharply spiked up from the back on forward, but most of it fell over deep, still friendly chocolate eyes.

(Think Hiro Yuy, m'kay?)

Daisuke was taller at 6 feet, 4 inches and had a bigger build, but he wasn't burly. Today he was wearing a blue and dark red designer shirt of flames. It was button down and some of the buttons were undone from the top to compensate for the heat. He had black shorts with 'red and white on black' Converts. He, too, sported a pair of black fingerless gloves. Daisuke had also gained tattoos that remained unseen on his chest and back as well as piercings, but in his left ear only. Two small studs on the bottom and one more up top.

"Think they'll say anything about what you're wearing?"

The two redheads turned to face the friends that had been roped into coming here. Hitori Koshari had, for whatever reason, green hair. It did, however, seem to go well with his equally green eyes. He was painfully outgoing and didn't really care what other people thought. That was what the group loved the most about him. That and he would always be there for his friends. He stood at 5 feet, 9 inches and simply wore a white shirt with the words "Come and Get Me" on it as well as blue jean shorts and white tennis shoes.

((Does anyone know why they're called 'tennis shoes'?))

"Nah, I don't think they'd have the heart."

They laughed as the sarcastic one of the group walked up. Taiji Nimoto was around 5 feet, 8 inches and had on a blue shirt with a large black dragon on the back. He sported black boots and blue jean pants. His black hair was spiked as usual and his onyx eyes flashed with amusement. A pair of regular prescribed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.

"Of course not, they'd be too busy drooling all over the place."

Daisuke and Kyoko blushed lightly as Kajoro Iyamoko strode up. Hitori and Taiji shook their heads as it was common knowledge that Kajoro loved to embarrass Daisuke and Kyoko. He took great pleasure in messing with them, especially concerning their looks. They all knew that the two football players were modest about their looks and didn't think much of it. Kajoro thought that this made no sense and therefore, took the opportunity to make jokes on it. They always got a good laugh...from the joke and from Daisuke and Kyoko's blushing and occasional glaring. Kajoro was almost 6 feet even and had dark blue hair that appeared violet somehow. He sported an orange shirt that read "You Can't Handle Me, So Don't Bother". In response to the heat, he had blue jean shorts and brown boots.

"Oh please you guys. Let's just get this day over with."

"OooO. Touchy, ne (Per case, "Touchy aren't we") Daisuke?"

"Lay off Kajoro."

"What's this? Kyoko's feeling edgy too?"

"laughing Hai (Yes), Hitori, she must be."

"Well they did have it pretty rough here. Coming back must not be a very nice experience for them."

"Thank you, Kami. Finally, someone understands. Arigatou (Thanks), Taiji."

"Dou itashimashite (You're welcome / Don't mention it)."

"Mou, mou (Alright, alright). We understand. But since we're with you this time...you won't have to deal with them alone!" Hitori sounded pleased with his reasoning.

"Yatta (Yeah)! You'll blow them out the water with your new ways!" Kajoro pumped a fist into the air, also pleased and very enthused it seemed.

Daisuke grinned as they reached the office. "Who knows? Maybe in all this heat you guys won't be as pale anymore." Kyoko laughed as the three boys scowled at Daisuke.


"Watch it Motomiya. Wouldn't want to start wars already, now would you?"

They all turned to face the principle Samuru Nakoijo. Daisuke's face showed no expression and neither did Kyoko's. Samuru smiled thinly at the familiar faces. Great, these two again. They sure do look a great deal more different than what I remember. They're lucky that that the uniform and dress code regulations have been dropped. He sighed to himself. Maybe they've learned something since they've been gone. They must have with the courses their principal requested. I hope that man knows what he's doing.


"Principle Nakoijo. So nice to see you." The other boys winced at the venom practically dripping from Kyoko's usually sweet voice.

"Hai, it's so good to see you." Daisuke's voice was sounded like hell warmed over.

"Harsh," Hitori mumbled under his breath. Taiji and Kajoro nodded, agreeing.

"Here is your list of courses." Samuru handed the five seniors their schedules. "I trust you remember your way around?"

"You trust us now? How sweet." Kyoko was glaring at him still.

"And unfortunately, yes, we remember our way around."

"Good." And with that the principal went back to his office.


Hitori looked to the quiet redheads. "Yeesh, you two don't get along with him do you?"

"He made what was already hell, worse. Much worse." A lot of kids claim that their principal or teachers had/have a personal vendetta against them, but I'm pretty sure that it was true.

Taiji spoke as they walked their first class. "Aa (Per case, I understand)." They were all in the same classes to avoid confusion and keep the exchange students together. "Looks like we're stuck with Math, Chemistry , Art, Lunch, English, Gym, and free period."

"Chemistry ? What the-?" Kajoro scratched his head.

Kyoko offered an explanation. "I believe that it's an extended course of Chemistry. It's simply all experiments and you're graded upon your work in the experiments."

"That's bad enough, but man this is awful. We have Math, of all things, first."

"You'll be okay, Hitori."

"Suuuure. This from the Math whizzes." Kajoro grinned as both redheads flushed. They entered the classroom.


This had been a relatively normal day for TK, Miyako, and Hikari. The three had become even closer friends and it was common knowledge that TK and Hikari were virtually the cutest and closest couple in school. Tai and the others were off in college. Taichi gave up on Sora and instead was trying to move on. Yamato took the opportunity to get together with Sora. Jyou and Koushiro kept Mimi company in New York. She ran a cosmetics corporation just like she always wanted. Joe helped with mixing what she liked and the scientific/chemist stuff. Koushiro was in charge of the money, like company treasurer as well as the other technical things. Mimi took care of public promotions, like commercials and such, plus sales. Michael, too, worked there as head of public relations and took care of business meetings and accompanied Mimi to conferences. Ken moved to Odaiba and enrolled in Odaiba High. All he wanted was to stay with his friends. So, for his happiness, his parents allowed it. Currently, he was in Art. Iori was 15, a sophomore, and doing well.

Yes, today was normal until the door opened and five new people walked in. Two looked familiar, but remained unidentified. It had been awhile and they had changed so much that the other Chosen recognized neither Daisuke nor Kyoko.

"Class, attention now!" Mr. Kayashi smiled at his new victims, err, students. It was known all over the school that Mr. Kayashi was a hard and mean math teacher that strove to make his students miserable. They'll really be miserable when they find out that they have homework on the first day. And plenty of it. He chuckled to himself. "Class, we have some foreign exchange students from America. They will be here for the remainder of the year." He turned to them. Hmmm, the redheads seem familiar, but I can't seem to place where I've seen them before. "Please introduce yourselves."

Daisuke rolled his eyes as he noticed the more-than-interested stares from some of the students. Five minutes and they're practically drooling. He noticed the stares were also directed at Kyoko, Hitori, Taiji, and Kajoro. He started off.

"My name's Motomiya--"

Collective gasps went around. He paused. No, no. I'm going to enjoy this. He smiled mischievously. "Diego Motomiya." Every last minute of it. Strange stares were thrown his way by his friends. He winked and shrugged.

Mr. Kayoshi looked at the boy suspiciously. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a Daisuke Motomiya would you?"

Dais-, excuse me, Diego nodded. "Hai. He's...he's..my cousin." Diego seemed to be pleased with his cover. Kyoko choked momentarily on her laughter. Nice work James Bond.

"A problem, Ms....Ms...."

She smirked. Two can play this game. "Maeda. Mishaya Maeda."

Diego coughed a bit to cover his laughing. Mr. Kayashi sighed. "Let me guess. You are related to a Kyoko Maeda?"

Ky-, ahem, Mishaya nodded. "Hai, she's my cousin."

"You two do favor them in looks. Saa (Well), a bit."

Hitori rolled his eyes at his friends' antics, but decided to play along. "Hai, it gets very confusing sometimes. But one pair of them changed a couple things so it has become easier to tell the difference." Taiji simply shook his head, while Kajoro was struggling to keep a straight face.

((In case you didn't realize, I'll be using Diego and Mishaya in reference to Daisuke and Kyoko from now until their covers are blown.))

Attention was now drawn to the other three. "And you three are..."

They didn't, or rather, couldn't speak for fear that they would start laughing. People thinking you were insane was not a good first impression.

Mishaya spoke for them. "The one that was talking before is Hitori Koshari. Very carefree and just flat-out doesn't care. The quiet and soon-to-be sarcastic one with the black hair and glasses is Taiji Nimoto. And the shameless flirt and joker, as most will likely find, with dark blue hair is Kajoro Iyamoko."

Kajoro made a show of mock bowing to Mishaya. "Why thank you Mi-kun for that eloquent introduction."

Taiji cut in with his usual sarcasm. "And with little personality details too. Even mentioned hair color to avoid confusion. As if we actually look alike."

Diego shook his head. "That won't matter to complete strangers."

Hitori looked at Diego. "We still don't look or act as much alike as you two and your cousins."

"We like a couple of the same things. We're cousins and we can do that. Don't like it? Sue us."

Taiji looked up, pretending to actually consider. "Can we actually sue them?"

Mr. Kayashi cleared his throat for attention. "Well, if you five are quite done, would you care to take a seat? You can take the three seats behind Ms. Yagami and the two behind Mr. Takaishi."

Kajoro was about to say 'Actually no, we're not done.', but a glare from his other four friends stopped him. The five just shrugged and walked towards the pair with their hands raised as identification. Hitori, Taiji, and Kajoro took the furthest seats from TK and Hikari, conveniently forcing Diego and Mishaya to sit behind them.


OooO, they are asking for it. They did this on purpose. Mishaya silently glared on- which was unfortunate as TK turned in his seat to acquaint himself with the girl behind. He seemed more cheerful about it than necessary and earned himself a glare from his girlfriend. He grinned sheepishly and waved it off. Then it was his turn to glare as Hikari then turned to advise the new boy behind her on a couple of things concerning the school and its courses as well as teachers. Mr. Kayashi droned on geometric designs and their corresponding formulas as a review from their junior year. Needless, to say no one was interested. Most, because it was just plain boring and others, because they still remembered or already knew.

Mishaya was minding her own business, her glare having died off, and not particularly caring for the class at the moment. She looked forward only to meet by a pair of painfully familiar blue eyes.

"Umm, hi."

It was all she could manage without blushing outright. Kami. I still care for him...iie (no). Iie, I don't. I can't. Not after how they treated me. Left me to fend for myself. Called themselves my friends and then abandoned me at the first sign of trouble. Them and their perfect little- It suddenly occurred to her that TK had been speaking to her. Hmm...let's see how far this game can go.

"...so those are the dangers of the cafeteria." TK smiled at the end and the smile grew as the girl he believed to be Mishaya laughed back. She has a lovely laugh; sounds like church bells. How corny is that? Then again, who cares? She's beautiful and different...but in a good way. I can feel it. What am I thinking?!! That doesn't matter! I have Hikari, just it was always meant to be. I love her and have been with her for over three years!!! He shook his head as he continued to talk.


Hikari smiled at the boy behind her. Daisuke's cousin, huh? Well, I definitely like this Diego a lot better. Not as loud, not as annoying, and...and...I still miss him a little. Just a little bit. We all do. But that's all done and Daisuke's in America. This guy sort of looks like him. His spiked hair is the exact same color...but shorter. He dresses differently, but the flames are definitely a Daisuke-thing. His eyes are the same chocolate brown color. Those same chocolates that were accusing and pained. Angry and confused. Those same thin eyebrows that are arced down in a frown now as I'm caught staring... Matte ne (Wait a minute)!! Staring?! He's looking dead at me now!!

Diego was also minding his business, just looking out the window and planning revenge on a certain three band members. Of course Ky...Mishaya will cooperate. I saw the glare on her face. And what's this? TK is making small talk. Hah! Thirty minutes into the first and she's already got him. Oh man, I can't wait to see the conflict between Hikari and TK. Yes...I can get his name right. Shut up about it. Oi (Hey), why do I get the feeling I'm being watched? Diego looked back from the window into a pair of scrutinizing pinkish-hazel eyes. A thin red eyebrow was arched as Hikari continued to stare, for the moment unfazed. Hikari is staring at me awfully hard. What is she thinking about? Saa (Well), TK wouldn't be too happy, but since he's so preoccupied with a very-amused Mishaya, I guess that doesn't matter. Maybe Hikari is comparing me to my 'cousin'. If she even remembers him correctly without bias. Yeah. Riiiight.

"Heh heh. Gomen (Sorry). I didn't mean to stare. So..."

Of course, you didn't Hikari. I believe you. Like I believe Hitori and the others actually didn't set us up just a while ago. Diego gave a small smile and feigned confusion. After all, he was supposed to be new and unfamiliar with things and people...to an extent as his 'cousin' had already told him almost everything he needed to know. And they do keep in touch...heh heh... "Oro (Huh)? O namae ha (What's your name)?"

Hikari blinked and realized that she as she had been staring, she hadn't introduced herself properly. "Boku wa (I am.../My name is...) Hikari Yagami ."

"Oh. You wouldn't happen to be the one my cousin used to like so much?"

"Sumimasen (Excuse me/Pardon)?" Used to? As in past tense? Are we talking about the same cousin here? Daisuke Motomiya?

"Hai. Is it you?" Diego shrugged. "Not like it matters. He's way over it now and has been for a good year and a half. Girls are all over him now that he's sobered a bit."

Hikari eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

Diego nodded. She's buying it. It's not exactly a lie anyways. It's just being told in third person is all. "He's just as loud and outgoing, but he's let go of a good bit of his competitive pride and that somehow makes him irresistible now. He calls it his version of reverse psychology." Diego smiled slightly in amusement.

Hikari shook her head. Daisuke would say something stupid like that.

Diego continued. "He says that if he doesn't pay girls the attention he used to, following them around and such, then the girls will get curious and follow him about instead."

Hikari looked at Diego as he stopped again. "You don't talk much do you?"

Diego shook his head 'no' and looked momentarily at Mr. Kayashi, at his watch, and then out the window. Hikari sighed. I'll have to keep asking in order for it all to get out. He certainly doesn't speak as much as Daisuke. "Anything else?"

Diego looked back to her. "He also said that the American girls are more straightforward and didn't beat around the bush so much."

"Sou desu ka (Is that so/Really)?" Hikari sounded even more curious.

"Hai. Daisuke says that he wished someone would've told him that following a girl everywhere and acting all big and loud around her to get attention wasn't the way to go about it."

Hikari was waiting a bit until she realized he had stopped again. "Are you serious?"

Diego continued with an unnoticeable frown. Why does she insist that I continue? She never asked 'Daisuke' so many things. Then again, I have changed a bit so I guess it's normal. Oh well. "Hai. He said that somebody should've been willing to say so since it apparently bothered them so much. I have no idea as to what he meant by them though." But I'll bet money that you know Kamiya-san.

If we'd only known it would have been so simple as to just say so... Hikari noticed that the boy had stopped speaking again and was instead packing his things. "Anything else?"

Diego shook his head and continued packing until he had it all. A glance to his watch and he started to count. 15...14...13


Across the aisle...

"So..."

Mishaya glanced back to TK as he again tried to start a conversation. Thank Kami class is almost over. At least I didn't have to play 'Twenty Questions' with Hikari. Who's annoying who now? She sighed to herself and gave TK a small smile. "So? Ijou desu (Is something wrong)?"

TK flushed for some unknown reason. "I-Iie. I was just thinking..."

Mishaya raised a thin eyebrow. "Thinking...?" Is it really that hard?


Diego continues. ...12...11...


"Thinking about...about how alike you and your cousin look."

I'll bet you were. "You know her?"

"You could say that." Shy away from this one man, it could get ugly..


The countdown rolls on. 10...9...


"She told me that her experience with you and a couple others was not very pleasant overall. She also said that I should be thanking you. You and whoever else these Odaiba Digidestined are, appear to be the main reason she moved to live in America with me. That also seems to be Daisuke's reasoning for moving there as well. And alone to top it off."

"By themselves?"


Time goes on. 8...7...


"Hai. Kyoko showed first and maybe a year later Daisuke appears. Both were miserable and are now having the time of their lives. sigh I guess it pays to have older cousins that live alone. To an extent that is."

TK looked confused. "They left solely because of us?" He shook his head. I knew we hurt them a bit, but moving all the way to America? We all thought one of them dropped or had to go to some private school... "You and Diego live on your own?"

"To an extent. We have a house. Hitori, Taiji, Kajoro, Diego, and myself all live there. Now Daisuke and Kyoko stay there as well."

"How do you manage?"


Guess. 6...5...


"Money isn't that big of a deal. It actually just looked like they took whatever was in their accounts and savings bonds, packed their bags, and got out. As for us five, we all have jobs on top of band."

"You guys have a band?"

"Hai, we do now. Moving to Japan could be a convenience for the band."

"My brother, Yamato, has a band too."

"Let me guess, Teenage Wolves?"


Heh heh. 4...3...


"How did you know?"

"Daisuke and Kyoko have always been waaay into music. Of course they've told us all about them."

"I think you'd get along with them."


Time sure does go slow. 2...1...


Mishaya looked to her watch with a relieved expression and started to pack up quickly and speak at the same time. I take back the not having to play '20 Questions' comment. "Somehow I doubt that."


Finally! ...0!


TK would have asked what she meant by that or rather why she would say something like that, but the bell rang and she was gone. Takeru scratched his head and glanced to an equally confused Hikari. Apparently she ended up just as mystified by Diego as he had been with Mishaya. I can tell that this will get interesting. I just don't know how.

Hikari was heading out the door alongside TK with similar thoughts. He's hiding something. Wonder what it is?

((I solemnly swear that before this fic is over, she'll regret ever asking that question.))


Hitori, Kajoro, and Taiji were running hurriedly down the hall- to their lockers and away from two angry redheads. A very long hall with corner halls for certain courses and grade levels. This, unfortunately, gave of plenty of space for a chase. "I told you that wasn't a good idea Kajoro!" Taiji took in a breath as he continued to run.

"Taiji! Hitori!! Get back here!!" Diego was running with Mishaya right beside him.

"Yeah Kajoro! You know we can't outrun them much longer anyways!"

Kajoro winced as a random student got run over by a raging pair of soon-to-be rock stars. Or at least in his mind. They were a hit just starting in America. But then they were shipped here as ambassadors from their viewpoints and exchange students from Odaiba High's viewpoint. "Gomen Sorry! I guess I forgot they love football so much." Who came up with the name 'soccer' anyways?

Hitori looked at him in disbelief. "Forgot?!! They live and breath that sport!! They could go pro at this point, and you forgot?!!"

Taiji jumped in as he caught up from falling slightly behind to avoid crashing into a student. "Hai. And did you forget that they run track as well?!!"

Kajoro frowned a little and then he grinned sheepishly. "Track?"

Hitori and Taiji both stared as Kajoro pulled ahead. Mishaya and Diego's voices reached up to join Hitori and Taiji's.

"KAJORO!!!!"

But he was gone. All they heard was "GOMEN!!!"

SKID

CRASH

Taiji and Hitori had turned a corner and were relieved to find that they weren't being chased. They paused a bit to catch their breath. Taiji spoke, "Note to Self: Never tweak Diego and/or Mishaya and then make the mistake of thinking I can run away." Amazing how easy it is to just call them by that. Hitori laughed a bit in agreement as they opened their lockers.


A ways back...

"Why did you stop?" Mishaya looked up from her crouching position to see what stopped Diego and nearly fell over laughing.

Diego was standing with a confused expression as he found himself carrying someone. "Oro?"

"Boku wa Naomi Casajara. Like, nice to meet you."

Diego blinked at the cheerleader in his arms. She was blushing madly, but didn't seem to object much. "Uhhh..." Diego turned as Mishaya fell on the floor, holding her sides.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahah! Oh Kami! That is so funny! continues laughing"

Diego glared and gently put the cheerleader down. "I thought it was you."

Mishaya wiped tears of laughter from her eyes and looked at him. "Are you serious?"

Diego frowned. "It's not like I was paying that much attention. I thought you were taking a break or something. Not like you haven't done that before."

Mishaya grinned. "Oh. Well, that's true, but not this time. Hey, there go our lockers. Come on before we're late to Chemistry. We can get the boys back in there." Diego nodded and opened his locker.


Heh. That's all for this chapter. I think that's the longest I've ever written.

Yami K: Hai. It is.

Daisuke: Diego?

Kyo-chan: Yep!

Kyoko: looks at readers No we're not the same. Get over it. looks back to others Mishaya?

Kyo-chan: Uh-huh.

Daisuke: Okay. Who gave her sugar?

Kit: quietly over 'sugar' ruckus Read and review please.

Yami K: Kit! Did you give her sugar?

Kit: loudly NO! ARE YOU INSANE?!! quiets back down Again read and review please.