Sorry it's been so long since I last updated, but I've been suffering from the world's worst case of writers block. Heh heh... Little shorter than the last one, but anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon. I never have and I never will. If I did, right now you'd probably have wasted like twenty dollars in order to even read this. I own a couple of things, like my boots, and some clothes, but not Digimon or any related character. You dig?

Before we go any further, you should know that Sara Matsuda, Akira Jenryu, Lina Ikari, Tetsuo Honda, Ikeru Ugami, Li Tsung, and Tamachi Otaru are of my own creation. If I find any of my story reprinted anywhere on the net I'm gonna crack some skulls.

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The Dark Digidestined Saga

By SuPeRfReAk

Part Two - Introductions

"Davis? Are you listening?" Kari asked. Davis hadn't said anything for a while, his mind on other things. Kari looked over at him, noticing the thoughtful, glazed look in his eye as he chewed on his Sausage McMuffin. Kari sighed, realizing that he hadn't heard a word that she'd said.

'I don't know why I even bother,' Kari thought. She looked at him for a full minute before Davis noticed her staring and flashed her a lopsided grin. She turned her attention back to her meal, a blush spreading across her cheeks. 'Now I remember.'

"What's up, Kari?" Davis asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"You didn't hear a word I said earlier, did you?"

"I, uh, well... Sorry."

"It's alright. I never could stay mad at you."

"That's not true. Remember in the tenth grade when I accidentally lit your chemistry homework on fire? You were pissed off at me for weeks." Kari looked at Davis, one eyebrow raised.

"I forgot about that," she admitted, punching Davis in the shoulder. "Jerk." Davis grinned back at her.

"Some would say that's my most charming feature," he retorted.

"What were you thinking about?" Kari asked quickly, obviously trying to change the direction of the conversation. Davis smiled to himself, but decided it best not to say anything.

"The dream I had, amongst other things," he admitted, taking another bite of his sandwich. "It's really got me spooked, y'know?"

"Don't worry too much about it, Davis. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out." Davis swallowed, nodding.

"I guess you're right. Whatever's happening we'll be fine, as long as we're together." Davis' face turned bright red as he realized what he'd just said. "Uh, with the other Digidestined I mean. Yeah. Other." Before Kari could say anything, Davis stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. "Camp talk. Mouf full." Kari giggled.

"Moron."

*****

TK slowly made his way down to the kitchen. 'The last steps of a condemned man,' he thought, smiling amusedly. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his mother was going to kill him. For one, it had nearly been a half hour since he'd sent his stepsister downstairs to tell his mother he'd be down in five minutes. He got to the bottom of the stairs, then turned towards the dining room. As soon as TK entered, his stepfather and Sara left.

"What took you, Takeru?" his mother asked impatiently. He almost winced. His mother only called him by his full name when she was really pissed. He sat down at the table in front of his breakfast.

'Not that I care,' he told himself.

"Not that it's any of your business, but it took me a few extra minutes in the shower, then I needed to shave," TK explained. "Sara said you needed to talk to me. What's up?"

"I saw Yolei leaving this morning," his mother replied calmly. TK mentally winced. He was really in for it. His mother was never so calm about things like this. "What was she doing here last night?"

"We had homework. We didn't finish until late, so I let her sleep in my bed while I slept on the floor." TK took a bite of his eggs. "I knew you'd overreact if you found her in my bedroom, so she snuck out my bedroom window." TK stood, retrieving a glass from the kitchen and filling it with orange juice.

"You're lying. What really happened, Takeru?" There it was again.

"Nothing, mom. Jesus Christ, why don't you ever trust me?"

"You don't deserve it. Now tell me what you and that slut were doing last night." TK choked on his drink, then slammed the glass down on the table, glaring at his mother.

"I've told you before. Don't call Yolei a slut."

"Quit changing the subject and tell me what you two were doing last night!"

"I told you what happened, mom. She just fell asleep."

"I don't believe you."

"That's the problem, mom. You never believe me. You never talk to me unless you're pissed off about something." TK grabbed his jacket and his shoes. "I'm sick of it. It's bullshit, so I'm leaving." TK pulled on his shoes and coat, then walked toward the front door. His mother grabbed his arm, pulling him back toward her.

"We aren't done here yet, TK. Not till you tell me the truth," she snapped. TK spun around to face her, a wild glint in his eye.

"Stay the fuck out of my life!" he snarled back. "What happened between me and Yolei is our business, and ours alone. If you don't like it, tough. Oh, and by the way? We're done." TK grabbed his helmet and backpack and stalked towards the door.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back!" his mother screeched.

"Whatever," TK hollered back. "I'll go stay with Matt. At least he gives a fuck about me." Before his mother could say another word, TK slammed the door. He tossed his backpack and helmet on the ground, then opened the garage door, wheeling out his motorcycle. He grabbed his backpack and helmet, then mounted the bike and turned the key. The engine roared to life, and a second later, he had disappeared down the street.

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"See you later, Mom!" Yolei shouted as she walked out the door. She'd succeeded; her parents knew nothing. Of course, in the two years she and TK had been dating, she'd never been caught. Yolei smiled to herself at the thought of TK. She was almost to the elevator when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face her mother.

"Don't forget, Yolei. I need you to work at the store for me tonight," her mom explained. "Come home right after school." Yolei sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, mom. I'll be here as soon as I can." Her mother smiled.

"Thank you, sweetie." Yolei rolled her eyes again, then pushed the call button for the elevator. Her mother dissappeared back down the hallway. A moment later, the elevator door finally opened. Yolei entered and pressed the lobby button.

"Hold the elevator!" an unfamiliar voice shouted. Yolei stuck her foot in the door, stopping it until her companion joined her. "Thank you so much," a girl about Yolei's age gushed.

"No big deal," Yolei replied. There was something strangely familiar about the girl. Even though Yolei was sure she'd never seen her before, there was something about her Yolei recognised. "So, you new here?" Yolei asked after a minute.

"Yeah," the girl replied. "My name is Tamachi Otaru. Everybody calls me Tammy. My family just moved into apartment eight fifteen."

"Yolei Inoue," Yolei replied, extending her hand, which the girl took and pumped energeticly. "I live in eight oh four. Welcome to the neighbourhood."

"Nice to meet you, Yolei." The elevator stopped on the lobby floor. "I'd love to chat more, but I'm in a hurry. I'm going to be late for my first day of school."

"Odaiba High?" Yolei assumed. Tammy nodded, a confused look on her face. "We might as well walk together. I'm on my way there, too. I know a shortcut, so there's no rush."

"Cool!" Tammy beamed. "That's really nice of you, Yolei."

"It's no big deal," Yolei replied. Tammy smiled at her again, and the two began walking. But Yolei just couldn't shake the feeling that she knew Tammy from somewhere...

*****

Ken walked quietly down the sidewalk, munching thoughtfully on a pop tart. Something was bothering him. He just couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly it was. He glanced up at a street sign. "Twentieth," he murmured, turning down the street.

He stopped short of the stairs leading down to the subway, digging a handful of coins out of his pocket. He was pleased to find that, on top of his Subway fare, he had more than enough for a cup of coffee. He walked past the staircase, headed toward a nearby cafe.

"What can I get you?" the girl at the counter asked.

"A large mocha latte," Ken replied. The girl nodded, ringing it in.

"That'll be one hundred yen." Ken counted out the money and gave it to the girl, picking up his coffee.

"Thanks," Ken said, walking back towards the stairs. He raised the cup to his lips, about to take a sip when something caught his eye. Or, more precisely, someone. A young man, with spiked black hair and a pair of thin, wire frame glasses. Ken gazed at him, stunned, allowing his arm to drop to the side and his still full coffee cup to drop to the ground.

"There's no way," Ken whispered incredulously, a stunned expression on his face. Before he knew what was happening, Ken was off and running. He had to find out for sure. He was almost caught up to the man when the unthinkable happened. Ken's foot caught in a storm drain, and he pitched foreward, smacking his forehead on a railing. The young man in front of him turned, running to Ken's aid.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Ken heard him say, his eyes resting finally on the man's face. "Are you alright?"

"Sam... You're alive..." Ken whispered, smiling before he lost consciousness.

*****

Cody stopped at the bottom of the stairs, reluctant to enter the dining room. His mother would, no doubt, have about a thousand questions to ask him, just like every other morning. It got on his nerves sometimes. He never got a moment to himself any more. After a minute of arguing with his better judgement, Cody stepped into the dining room and sat down.

"Finally!" his mother said. "I was wondering how long you were going to be."

"Sorry, Mom," Cody replied simply, looking at his breakfast. It was huge, much more than he could ever hope to finish in one sitting. The fact that his mother wasn't a very good cook didn't help the issue.

"How did you sleep?" his mother pressed.

"Fine, mom," Cody stated. He speared a sausage with his fork, holding it up to his nose and inhaling. His nose wrinkled, and he started to put the fork down on his plate. He noticed the disappointed look on his mother's face, so he took a bite of the sausage. His mother smiled.

"So? How is it?" she asked.

"Getting better," Cody answered. "I still miss Grandfather's cooking, though."

"You and me both, kiddo." Cody's mom took a sip of her coffee, her eyes widening as she slowly lowered the cup to the table. "You know what else I miss? Good coffee." Cody couldn't help but smile. If there was anything worse than his mother's cooking, it was her coffee. "That's the first time I've seen you smile in ages. What's the occasion?"

"Nothing special. I'm just in a better mood today."

"I'm glad to hear it," his mother said, smiling. "I don't like seeing you upset, Cody."

"I just miss Grandfather, that's all," Cody sighed, his smile fading. "It's hard, you know? Even if it's been more than a year, it still feels like it was yesterday." His mother was surprised at this; it was rare that her son ever opened up to anyone.

'Except for his grandfather,' his mother thought.

"I know how you feel, Cody. When your father died, I thought I'd never get over it. But it gets easier as time goes on."

"That's what I've heard," Cody answered. "It doesn't really help, but thanks for trying, mom." Cody's smile returned as he chanced another bite of his breakfast. "This, however, doesn't help at all."

"I agree," his mother agreed, taking the plate. "Let's go to McDonalds or something."

"Sounds good," Cody replied. "Can I drive?" Cody's mom shuddered, thinking back to the last time she'd let her son drive. Needless to say, it was far from a pleasant experience for any of the parties involved, with the possible exception of Cody.

"Let me think. You're fifteen years old, you don't have a license yet, and the last time I let you drive you almost killed the both of us, along with half of the commuter traffic through Odaiba." His mom looked at him dubiously. "It ain't happening, kid."

"It was worth a try."

*****

Davis gazed foreward, a thoughtful look on his face. As much as he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. His hand moved to his pocket, where he fiddled with his D3. Kari didn't seem to notice, and Davis was glad for that.

"Davis? What'cha thinking about?" Kari asked, a slightly worried look on her face. "You've been abnormally quiet this morning."

"Something bad is going to happen," Davis replied. "Whenever I have weird dreams, something bad happens." Kari smiled, taking Davis' hand and squeezing it.

"Don't worry about it, Davis. No matter what happens, we'll get through it together, remember?"

"As much as I'd like to believe that, I can't." Davis sighed, pulling his hand free from Kari's grasp. He didn't notice the hurt look on Kari's face when he did so. "I'm sorry, Kari, but I need to be alone for a little while." Kari stopped it her tracks, nodding slowly.

"A.. alright," Kari replied, her voice wavering. "I.. I guess I'll see you later, then." Before Davis could say another word, Kari hurried ahead of him. Davis couldn't help but noticed that Kari glanced back after a minute, tears in her eyes. She wiped them away, then disappeared into the crowd of students outside of the school.

"Oh, great," Davis murmured, holding his head for a minute. "Now Kari's upset. I must be the world's largest asshole. It's bad enough that I wasn't listening to her before. Now I go and blow her off. She really must hate me." Davis walked past the school building, making his way to the soccer field. Another student was pracitising a little ways away, but Davis didn't notice.

"Heads!" a voice shouted. Davis turned towards the source, just in time to catch an incoming soccer ball with his face.

"Ow! Shit!" Davis moaned, holding his nose.

"Are you alright?" the source of the voice asked, running over to Davis' aid. "I'm really sorry about that."

"It was my bad," Davis replied. "I've been hit in the head so many times, it really doesn't bother me all that much. Name's Davis. You play soccer?"

"Akira Jenryu," the other man continued, holding out his hand, which Davis shook. "Everybody calls me Ajay. As far as soccer goes, I was starting foreward at my old school."

"Nice to meet you, Ajay." Davis smiled, kicking Ajay's ball up into the air and bouncing it on his head. "I'm the team captain. You got a good kick. You planning on playing here?"

"If coach'll let me. I hear you guys have been district champs the last seven years running."

"We always need new blood."

"Interesting choice of words, there, Davis." Davis let the ball drop into his hands, sighing. "Something wrong?" Ajay asked.

"Women," Davis replied. "One, in particular. I've known her for years. She's probably my best friend, and I'm in love with her."

"I see." Ajay clucked his tongue. "You told her how you feel?"

"No. I'm kind of afraid too." Davis smiled slightly.

"Tell me about her."

"Well," Davis began, "She's cute, smart, sweet, funny, fun to be with, and she likes soccer. She's perfect, and I've been in love with her since the first time I saw her."

"Sounds like quite a dilemma." Ajay looked thoughtful for a second. "I wish I could help you, but I've never had any problem with the ladies."Ajay grinned mischeviously. Davis grinned back, glancing at his watch.

"I gotta go grab my stuff for class. Catch you later, Ajay."

"Later." As Davis left, he found himself thinking that Ajay seemed strangely familiar.

*****

"That jerk," Kari fumed, slamming her locker open. "I can't believe him. First, he doesn't pay any attention at all to me, then he blows me off. What a self-absorbed asshole." She looked at his picture and sighed, tears forming in her eyes. "Dammit, why does he have to be so cute, anyway?" Kari sighed again, allowing a small smile to elude her emotional damper. "I love him. I know he's an asshole, but I still love him."

"Sounds like you have a problem," an unfamiliar voice said from behind her. Kari turned abruptly, a shocked look on her face.

"You heard all that?" Kari asked sheepishly. Her companion, a young woman, nodded.

"Yeah," she replied. "I know I shouldn't be eavesdropping, but I couldn't help it. It sounds like you need somebody to talk to."

"The person I really need to talk to is Davis," Kari admitted. "But thanks anyway. I'm Kari. Kari Kamiya."

"Lina," the girl returned. "I just transferred here from Okinawa."

"New girl, huh?" Kari smiled. "Well, I'd be happy to show you around if you'd like."

"Sounds good." Lina smiled back. "So tell me about this... what was his name again?"

"Davis," Kari replied, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks. "He's the captain of the soccer team. We've been friends for years. He's also the cutest, sweetest guy I've ever known. He'll drop everything for me. Well, most of the time."

"Is he your boyfriend?" Lina asked.

"No," Kari admitted. "I think it's probably because he's afraid I'd say no if he actually asked me out."

"So you want him to ask you out?" Kari nodded, her blush darkening. "Why are you mad at him, then?"

"Well, it seems kind of stupid and trivial now."

"Come on, I won't tell anyone." Kari looked at Lina, suddenly knowing for sure that she could trust the girl.

"He blew me off because he needed time alone to think." Lina blinked, then looked at her for a second.

"That's all?" Kari nodded. Lina started to laugh. "You're right, that does sound stupid and trivial. Especially if you're in love with the guy."

"Gee, you've been a lot of help."

"I try."

*****

TK exited Matt's apartment building, spinning a newly acquired set of keys on his finger. Matt had been surprisingly receptive to the idea of TK staying with him. Of course, TK told himself, Matt was quite aware of what their mother put his younger brother through.

TK smiled to himself, clucking his tongue. "Now that that's taken care of..." he stopped in mid sentence, noticing that a young man, about his age, appeared to be in the act of appropriating his motorcycle. "Hey! What're you doing to my bike?" TK snarled defensively.

"Sorry, man," the other young man said sheepishly. "It's a beautiful piece of machine. I just had to take a look." He gestured to a somewhat less exciting motorbike parked nearby. "That's mine. Pretty pathetic, huh?" TK gave the other bike a once over.

"It's not bad," TK replied. "In fact, it'd be pretty sweet if it was in better shape."

"I know what you mean," his companion agreed. "It was the best I could afford. She's pretty reliable. I plan to fix her up some day."

"I'd love to help," TK offered. "My name's Takeru, by the way. My friends call me TK."

"Tetsuo," the other man replied. "My friends call me Tito." He offered his hand to TK, which was accepted. "Nice to meet you, TK."

"Pleasure's all mine, Tito." TK's watch beeped, alerting him that there was actually very little time before he had to be at school. "I gotta get to school," TK said, jjumping on to his own bike and gunning the engine. "Catch you later, Tito."

"Later, TK," Tito replied, seconds before TK disappeared down the street.

*****

Ken sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm really sorry about that," he murmured.

"It's alright," his companion said. "Is your head alright?" Ken's hand moved up to the bandage on his forehead. After the paramedics had shown up, all they had done was make sure he didn't have a concussion and bandage him up.

"It still stings a little bit," Ken admitted. "But that's normal, right?"

"Yeah." The other young man sighed, standing. "So you said I look like your brother?"

"Almost identical." Ken stood when the train stopped. The two disembarked. "I honestly thought you were Sam at first."

"I guess it's an honest mistake." The pair slowly climbed the stairs, both of them thinking.

"Hey, Li?" Ken asked after a moment.

"Yeah, Ken?" Li replied.

"Thanks."

"For what?" Li looked confused. Even then, Ken couldn't believe Li's striking resemblance to his brother.

"For making sure I was alright, for understanding, for everything." Li smiled.

"No problem, Ken. I'm just glad you didn't kill yourself." Ken laughed.

"It'd take a lot more than a shot to the head to hurt me. I'm a soccer player, for crying out loud."

"That explains a lot. You know what they say about soccer players."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'll tell you later."

*****

"Thanks for the ride, mom!" Cody shouted as he jogged towards the school. "See you later!" His mother honked twice, and then disappeared into the flow of traffic. Cody entered the school, running for his locker. It was almost time for class to begin, so Cody was weaving through the cluster of students on their way to their lockers.

Cody was almost to his own locker when he ran headlong ito another student, and the pair crumpled to the ground in a heap. Cody was the first up, and he offered his companion a hand. "I'm really sorry," he said sheepishly as he helped the other boy to his feet.

"It's alright," the other boy said, smiling himself. "I should have been watching where I was going."

"Don't worry about it." Cody opened his locker, retrieving his books. "I'm Cody Hida, by the way."

"Ikeru Ugami," his companion offered. "Everybody calls me Ike."

"Nice to meet you, Ike." No sooner had Cody finished speaking did the bell ring.

"I gotta go. Later," both said in unison, dashing off in different directions.

*****

"Where is he?" Ajay snarled irritably. "The Master said to be here by 8:30. Ike should be here by now."

"Who cares?" Tammy grumbled from Ajay's side. "I'm sure he'll be here any second." Ajay snorted emphatically.

"You put too much trust in him, Tammy," Ajay growled. "After all, it's his nature to betray us. He probably won't even show up." At that moment, Ike entered the classroom, steping gingerly over the unconscious form of a teacher. "Bout time," Ajay muttered.

"Shut up," Ike snapped back. "I should think you'd be greatful I even showed up."

"Both of you stop it," Lina said. "The Master should contact us any second."

"Whatever," Tito murmured. "He'll probably kill us anyway."

"I'll kill you myself, you useless sadsack," Li murmured. "Unless, of course, you shut up!"

"Quit your bickering!" a voice rumbled from one of the computers. "I won't stand for it."

"Sorry Master," the teens murmured in unison. The Master's voice emitted an amused chuckle.

"Very good. Now, did you encounter the digidestined yet?"

"Yes," Ajay said. "All of us have. They think that we're their friends. They're quite trusting."

"Excellent. Now to begin stage 2 of our plan."

*****

***It seems that the new kids in school and their mysterious Master have an agenda. What does this mean for our heroes? You'll have to read Part Three - Bait to find out.***

A/N: And so ends part two. Hopefully part three won't take two months to post, but you never know. Anyway, please read and review. Have a Nice Day!