ELP :Okay, I'm back with another chapter! I don't own anything. And this is going to turn out Kenyako.
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Ken blinked a few times. Hawkmon landed on the dresser, stunned. Ken dashed over to Miyako's side, and stared down at her. She was fine. Ken smiled, and then sighed, kneeling beside the bed on the ground. Hawkmon flew over, and landed beside Ken and Miyako. Ken's eyes flickered to Hawkmon for a split second, then returned to Miyako. He stood up, Hawkmon's eyes never leaving him.


" I'm sorry, I-I don't know what to do. I can't figure it out....." Ken murmured, angry at himself. A knock on his door startled Ken, and his head snapped up.


" Ken, honey, can I come in?" Marie asked. Ken smiled.

" Okay." Marie walked into the room, expecting to see them kissing or something. Not. Marie spotted the sleeping Miyako, and smiled.


" So, why is she in trouble?" Marie asked. Ken looked over to Miyako.


" I don't really know. She says that a bunch of people are growing something bad all around the block, and that they'd kill her if she told anyone. It's bad. She doesn't go home because of it. So, I let her come here. She needs the rest. She's pretty wiped out." Ken sighed and turned to Marie.


" Oh. Well, okay dear. I like her, and I'll be happy to let her stay as long as she needs to. So, when she wakes up in the morning, or afternoon, or....well, whenever she wakes up, you can tell her she's always welcome here." Marie insured, putting a hand on Ken's shoulder. Ken smiled and hugged Marie.

" Thanks, ma, this means a lot to me. Do you think tomorrow, we could get a bed set up in here? We took the bunk down, so maybe we can cut a frame, some legs and use the mattress for her. What do you think?" Ken asked, pulling away from the hug. Suddenly, Robert appeared in the doorway, smiling.


" Well, I think it's a great idea. I'm off tomorrow, so maybe that Wormmon fellow can help me with the tools, and I'll make a frame. I've already got some legs for it. So, Marie?" Marie smiled brightly.


" Okay, why not? It sounds good. But for now, I suppose we could roll you up a sleeping bag. Robert, could you?" Marie asked, looking over to her loving husband. Robert smiled and walked off, and then returned with a sleeping bag, and a single pillow. Ken set the sleeping bag up with the pillow, changed in the bathroom, and wiggled into his sleeping bag, really , really tired. In fact, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Hawkmon dedigivolved to Poromon, and slept on Miyako's pillow. Wormmon went on Ken's chest, and fell asleep on the constantly moving torso of Ken.

" Miyako.......Miyako....." Whispered a kind voice. Miyako tried to pin point where the voice was coming from. She was in darkness, surrounded by it. But, she could see herself. The voice came closer. The spirit that had hovered over Miyako before appeared in front of her.


" Who are you?" Miyako asked, but nothing came out of her mouth, no sound.


" Miyako...... Keromon ....... Beware...... Growing weak...... Be wary of the others........ Trust the Violet Rose ....... " The spirit cried out, tears streaming down her pale face. Miyako reached out to help her, but the spirit drifted away from sight.


" WAIT! Who are you?" Miyako called out, sound actually ringing out of her mouth. The spirit disappeared, and Miyako stopped running.

" Well, well, hello there, young splitling." Keromon's voice boomed out of nowhere. She appeared in front of Miyako, smiling like the witch she was. Miyako backed up a bit.


" S-Stay away...." Miyako tried, a little frightened. Keromon smiled.


" Do not be frightened, young splitling, for I cannot hurt you in your own mind and dream. But I will give you a message. My name is not Keromon, it's Keroline. And you belong to me....."

Miyako awoke suddenly, springing up. The sun shined. It must have been noon. Miyako yawned. She actually felt refreshed. She then heard a weak groan from the ground. She looked over the side of the bed, and spotted Ken, in blue boxers, waking up slowly. He looked around, and sat up, putting a hand on the side of his face. Bad Idea. Ken's hand sprung back, and he was painfully brought into reality with the stinging of a bruise. Ken cringed and put his hand down, fighting off pain. Miyako smiled.

" Hey, you're awake , too." She whispered, trying not to surprise him. Ken looked over to her, and smiled, despite the pain.


" Yeah, just woke up. Still a little sore... Anyway, my mom wanted me to tell you that you're welcome here as long as you want. Let's get up, I'm kind of hungry...." Ken trailed off, his stomach gurgling loudly. Miyako's stomach mimicked, and she sweat dropped.


" Uh, yeah, good idea." Miyako got out of the bed, and stretched, listening to her limbs and bones crack loudly. Ken got up as well, yawning and stretching, his back and neck cracking. Miyako raised an eyebrow.

" Ken, I think you should put some pants on before you join me out there. I don't think it's..... appropriate? Oh, for crying out loud, just get some pants on!" Miyako laughed out, walking out of the room. Ken flushed red and pulled on some old plaid pants, and then walked out of the room, color back to normal. Miyako looked around. Ken spotted a note on the counter.


Gone to get screws, Mom is at work,
Dad.

Ken smiled. It was nice to know that his family still cared. He looked back over to Miyako, who was sitting down in the living room, looking out the window. Ken sat down beside her, and spotted the bruise again. Without thinking, he lifted her lavender hair off of her shoulder and neck. He gently pushed it aside onto her other shoulder, and looked at the bruise. Miyako gasped inwardly, not sure of what to think about Ken touching her neck. Ken tilted her head up, and looked at the bruise closer.

" We should put some ice on that..... Sorry if I scared you there...." Ken murmered, stunned that he actually touched her without asking. Ken got up, and walked into the kitchen. Miyako tried to regain her thoughts. What just happened? I don't get it, why is he so afraid to touch people, and why do I act like I do when people touch me? I don't get what's wrong with me! Miyako screamed in her head, very frustrated. Ken came back with the ice pack wrapped in a cloth, and applied it to her bruise gently.

The cold startled Miyako, and her skin shivered and moved. Ken made sure this time he didn't touch her. Miyako eyed him suspiciously.


" Ken, why are you so afraid of touch? I don't get it." Ken looked up at Miyako. He sighed.


" I figure if I don't touch anyone, I'm staying out of the way, and they'll just go on about their lives like normal, without having anything to do with me. And, I guess I'm afraid that'll I'll burn at the touch of something pure, I guess....." Ken sighed again, and took the ice of Miyako's bruise. He took it back to the kitchen, shoved it in the freezer and turned around, expecting Miyako to be sitting on the couch. Not.

Miyako was standing in front of him. Ken was afraid she was going to slap him. Miyako reached over, and put her bare hand on Ken's face. Ken's eyes widened a lot. This time, he really felt like he was going to burn. Miyako gasped.


" Ken, you're as cold as ice!" She exclaimed. " No, I correct myself, you're colder then ice!"

Miyako grabbed Ken by the arm, and hoisted him to the sink. She grabbed a hot cloth, and soaked it with boiling hot water.


" I'm surprised you don't have Hypothermia! Stand still!" She exclaimed, grabbed his head and bending it down. Miyako moved his hair, and put the burning cloth on the back of Ken's neck. He yelped as the hot cloth made connection. It felt like fire. Miyako held the cloth on, and Ken's hands frantically looked for a way to get the cloth off. He accidentally hit his hand on the counter.


" Yeowch!" Ken cried out. Miyako removed the cloth and observed the damage. A big red spot was the symptom, and the diagnosis was: Don't make Miyako made! Miyako grabbed Ken by the back of his shirt, and straightened him out. Ken had wide eyes. She put her hand on his face, and then grabbed his hands in hers.


" Well, at least you're not freezing. But you're still so cold....." Miyako murmered. Then she noticed something. Ken was shaking in fear of burning up at her touch. Miyako sighed.

" Ken, you're not that bad. You won't burn up! You can't, you're to good inside and out!" Miyako stated, trying to get him to not be afraid. Ken shook his head and closed his eyes.


" I'm not that good, either. She woke the spore up, and it's killing me..." Ken whispered, knowing he was right. Miyako thought for a moment. What the hell is a spore? What the hell is he talking about? And what the hell is with me and the word hell right now??? ?Miyako tilted Ken's head back up, his eyes still closed.


" You still don't believe me?" She asked. Ken shook his head, not opening his eyes. Miyako sighed. Well, there's only one way..... At least it's a win-win situation.... I think...... Oh, hell, with my luck this will all blow up in my face, or I'll trip and fall flat on my face..... Miyako thought.

" Ken, open you're eyes." Miyako ordered. Ken slowly opened his eyes. Miyako ready herself.


" I am going to prove that you won't burn up." She stated. Ken was about to turn away, when Miyako leaned up and forward, pressing her lips hard against his. Ken was stunned. He couldn't move, and he was slowly growing unafraid. Miyako broke the kiss, and stared back into the eyes of a shocked Ken. She moved away from him, pulling him to his own room.

" So...What computer games do you have?"

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