Author's Note: I wouldn't really say this is my absolute first Digimon fic, because it's not. I have a strange history with the TV show, both the Japanese and English version. In fact-- I was the biggest fan in the world, and then got hypnotized by a certain movie… and never watched the show again. But, I'm back to grace you with my presence! Don't ya just love me?! (people can be seen fleeing) …I see how you stay…

Unnecessary Disclaimer: I don't know why I even bother with this stuff. I mean, you know I don't own Digimon or anything closely affiliated with it. So why must I bother saying it so many times?

MINOR notes: I'm using the Japanese names. Why? Because I can. I'm also mixing in a few of the 02 characters, for reference and maybe some references to other characters. Why? Because I can. Also, because if I just used plain Frontier people, Izumi would have no friends that were girls. Odd, isn't it? So… I think that's about all you have to know-- OH! This is a Takumi fic, btw. It ends up that way, no matter what you seem to think. It's also slightly AU. They're in high school. I don't know where they live, but I used Odaiba because it was the first thing within reach =) And… I made up Takuya's family for the fun of it.

It Might Be You
Chapter 5
Meet the Kanbara's

"Hi kids," Reiko greeted each of them as soon as they walked in the door. Tayumi wasn't her usual springy self, and Takuya seemed sort of out of it too. She gave them each a hug and handed them Nutri-Grain™ bars . "How's my baby?" she asked, hugging Tayumi extra hard. Takuya groaned, but said nothing as he headed to the living room to check the TV and see if anything was on that would slightly get his mind off Izumi.

"Just great, mom," she sighed.

"What's wrong?" she asked, quietly. She instantly turned on Takuya, "Takuya, what did you say to your sister?"

"Nothing," Takuya shrugged, unwrapping the grain bar. "I didn't say anything to her at all. Nope. Not even after I heard her saying how she was gonna rip the clothes off my best friend. She thinks he's so hot. And her best friend-- Megumi-- is a pain."

"Don't say that about Megumi!" Tayumi scoffed. She turned to Reiko in a pleading state, "…Mom, he's lying."

"Takuya stop lying."

"What the hell, mom?"

"Besides, Takuya," Tayumi began, in a devilish state. She grinned, haughtily, "Megumi's coming over for dinner. We have a project to work on."

Takuya looked back between Reiko and Tayumi who looked equally convinced. Reiko gave Tayumi an extra hug for bringing friends over-- Takuya never did. And you can easily see why. "…let me guess," he began, sarcastically. "While your best friend's here, pissing the hell out of me or hitting on me, you want me to ask Daisuke over, so you can rip his clothes off."

"Mom!"

"Takuya, be nice."

"If you must know, you can call Daisuke if you like," Tayumi nodded. "I now know where he lives." She grinned. Then, suddenly, she turned to Reiko in a pleading state, "Mom, tell him he has to call Daisuke. It's… um, for our project."

"Okay, sweetie," Reiko smiled, warmly. She turned to Takuya, who looked strangely shocked, "Takuya, call Daisuke."

"What the hell, mom?" Takuya asked, irritably. "He's my friend, and besides, she's the reason he doesn't come over anymore." Reiko gave him a leering look, but didn't speak. Tayumi continued looking "sad". Takuya sighed, "Daisuke's going to see his cousin, he can't come." He lied, walking to his room. "Did Takeyo leave?"

"Yes, he left this afternoon," Reiko nodded. "Oh, but he'll be back for dinner. With your father, I suppose."

"Great."

Tayumi crossed her arms in a huff. "You're so mean, Takuya. Don't you think Ken could come over if Daisuke can't?"

"…Mom, tell Tayumi to stop hitting on all my friends." He called from his room. "And tell her, Daisuke thinks she's strange."

"That's not true," Tayumi called back. "…Mom, tell Takuya that Megumi still has that picture of him in a towel from last month." She smiled inwardly, and headed to her room.

"…well, that went nicely." Reiko beamed to herself. She went to the kitchen to check on dinner. "Tayumi, Takuya, your father will be back for dinner, so if you two are having friends over, remind them to not talk about orbs. That always gets him started." She shook her head, slowly.

*****

"Any luck?"

"No," Takuya called over the loud music blasting from his stereo. He turned it down a little so he could speak into his speakerphone. "Nothing helps. I tried snapping my head with my goggles, but that didn't work either."

"Try listening to your brother," Daisuke replied, smiling.

"That'll give me a headache."

"Hey, at least it'll be somethin' different. Pick one-- headache or Izumi."

Takuya began pacing, and thinking. Deftly ignoring the "well?" every now and then from Daisuke, he continued to think. "…Takuya?" Daisuke asked after sometime.

"I'm still thinking."

"Put it this way," Daisuke began. "Aspirin is like the miracle drug when you wanna cure a headache, right? Now let's pretend Izumi's the headache and the aspirin is something that can get you to stop thinking about her. So… what's the aspirin?"

"…what?"

"The aspirin."

"…probably Koji." Takuya nodded, turning down the volume of the stereo. "…or JP. If they found out, I wouldn't be living."

"I figure that." Daisuke replied. "But it's not like you're gonna get Koji to kill you, so you have to think of something different. …what about the finals?"

"The finals?"

"Oh, God, you forgot…" he muttered. "The finals for southern Odaiba are early next week. You have to ask Coach Sugiyama when, because I forgot. It was marked on my calendar, but I can't find that anymore… look. You even forgot about the finals since whatever happened with Izumi happened."

"Hey, maybe it was being unconscious that sorta knocked my head empty, okay? Maybe it was an accident that I forgot…"

"Maybe it was an accident, my ass. You're screwed."

Takuya sighed. He's right… why is he always right? What is with everyone else being right, and me being wrong? It's so… not right. It's so wrong. "…maybe if I go to bed-"

"No, no, no, no, no!!" he paused in mid-sentence just as Reiko came through the door with her soup spoon in her hand. She glared at him angrily, "No one is going to bed before dinner! I won't allow it! Dinner will be ready in around 30 minutes and Tayumi's friend is here." She smiled. "Hello Daisuke!!" she called loudly into the speakerphone. "Hope your visit with your cousin goes well! Stop by for dinner soon!" she winked at Takuya and left, shutting the door behind her.

"…Takuya… Takuya…"

"…um, yeah?" he asked, in a shocked manner.

"…what… was that?" Daisuke asked, slowly.

"…nutritionist."

"Oh."

"…we'll talk later."

"Sure… whatever, man."

"Bye-"

"Don't forget about the finals," Daisuke told him, sternly before clicking off his phone. Takuya did the same. He sighed and looked around. These places used to be the best hiding spots when he was 6. But, 10 years later, it seemed so vague. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted to sleep. But his mom's never understood that.

"Takuya! Come meet your sister's friend!" he heard his dad call to him.

"Oh… God," he sighed, reluctantly. Before he left, he took a quick peek outside his window. He swore he saw someone walk by that looked like Izumi. But he had no time to contemplate it-- Tayumi rushed in, grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.

"Come here, I want you to formally meet Megumi," she said when they reached the living room.

Megumi waved to him. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a halter top with knee-high boots. Are 14 year olds supposed to be dressing like sluts? He could've swore she winked at him a little. Megumi smiled, "Hi Takuya," she said in a convincingly seductive tone.

"…hi." He answered, apathetically. He avoided her eyes effectively, and turned to the balcony window. He wondered if the person walking outside was Izumi… What is she-- stalking me or something?

"Takuya-" Reiko peered out from the kitchen. "Number one, dinner's not ready and number two, you can't wear those goggles at the table." She told him. "You'll thank me."

"Okay," Takuya said, taking off his goggles and whirling them around his fingers. "Sure. When I'm on my death bed, the first thing I'll do, is thank you for not letting me wear my goggles at the dinner table." He sighed. "…I'll be right back." He said before heading to his room.

"Fine-- but you're not missing dinner again!"

"Sure." He answered before shutting his door.

"He's so awesome…" Megumi smiled, dreamily, sitting on one of the dining table chairs. She turned to Tayumi, "Can you ask him to sit beside me at dinner?"

"You ask him," Tayumi told her, nonchalantly. "He hardly listens to me anyway."

Takuya stuck his goggles on his bed post and headed back to the window. He was right. The girl walking by was Izumi, and she still hadn't left yet. She was sitting on a bench by the front step of the building. It seemed like she was waiting for something, because she constantly kept checking her watch. Damn my empathetic nerves… do I really need them? He sighed and headed out of his room and into the front hallway.

"Takuya, where are you going before dinner?" Reiko's voice was piercingly annoying.

"Somewhere," he told her. "I'll be right back and no, I'm not gonna miss dinner." He said before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

*****

"He said he'd be here by now… maybe he was lying." Izumi whispered to herself, checking her watch. It was just past 6. She wasn't in much of a hurry, but she had asked Koji if he would stop by and pick her up. For no specific reason, of course, she just wanted to make sure he'd be able to. And that he wasn't busy.

"Huh?" she gasped, startled. She swore she heard a footstep come up behind her. And suddenly, as she turned around, she felt an aura around her. Someone else's. There was no one behind her, which made her even more scared than before. Maybe it was just the wind. She told herself, reassuringly, turning back to stare ahead of her.

"So," a voice spoke up from beside her. She jumped a little, caught off guard, and turned to see Takuya sitting beside her, staring at the ground too. "Who're you waiting for?"

"…Koji," she answered, hesitantly. "…you know," she began, turning to look at him. "I have no idea why you keep asking me all these questions when you told me you didn't care."

"I'm just full of myself," he smirked, glancing at her sideways. "You said so yourself. That's why I don't care about anyone else. Remember?"

"Yeah," she smiled, slightly. …wait a second. "Were you okay… with today and everything?"

He nodded, slowly, but said nothing. Izumi sighed, "Okay, because I have some odd feeling that people know…" she trailed off slightly. "…not that it would do anything wrong for my reputation… maybe if someone found out I was kissing JP, they'd freak, but not with you."

"And why's that?" he asked, semi-confused.

"…well," she began. "…um-- it's not important." She nodded, standing up. "I should probably be leaving."

"Hmm,"

"…you get up, too," she said, pulling him up from the front step. "Otherwise you could look up my skirt and pretend to be looking at me." She grinned.

"Crap."

"I spend about a month with my cousins each year. They're just like you… annoying." She smiled. He looked at her with a questioning look. "…I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"Okay-" he shrugged, turning to head back to his apartment.

"Unless…" she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. "…do you think I could stop by your house and… maybe pick up a snack or whatever?" she asked, turning to him, smiling sweetly. "I know your mom's a nutritionist unless she lost her job from 3rd grade."

God. She knows. I bet anyone the world knows, too. "…fine." he mumbled. "…tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."

"Why don't you want me to go to your house?" she asked, suddenly very edgy.

"…well," he began, slowly. "It's almost dinner, and my mom's gonna want you to stay over."

"And there's a problem with that?"

"Well, yeah, my sister's already got her annoying friend, who loves me, over. I don't need another person to annoy the hell out of me." He smiled, mockingly.

"Oh, ha ha, whatever." She scoffed. "Come on," she grabbed hold of his arm, and pulled him into the building.

*****

"So what happened to waiting for Koji?" Takuya asked, just as they approached his front door.

"He's not gonna show, I know it. And if he does show up, it's his problem." She said, sourly. Takuya shrugged, reaching for the door knob. He twisted it open and pushed open the door, but didn't get very far.

Reiko was sitting in a chair by the door, with her chopsticks in her hand. She had her arms crossed, and of course, didn't have her happy face on. "Takuya… you missed 5 minutes of dinner. How are you gonna explain this?"

He sighed, ruefully and shook his head. "Sorry, mom, for missing whatever-the-hell minutes of dinner. It'll never happen again."

"It worked when you were 10! You're 16-- do you know how important nutrition is?" she snapped, emphasizing the word "nutrition". Takuya sighed.

"…Mom, this is Izumi." He said, changing the subject, effectively. "She said she wants to stay for dinner. Now can you leave me alone about not having any friends?" he asked.

"Sure thing," Reiko's expression grew cheerful. "Izumi! From school right?" she asked, embracing Izumi in a binding, unnecessary hug. She nodded, unable to breathe properly. "Welcome! You can sit beside Takuya at dinner!"

"What?" Megumi snapped, piercingly from the dinner table. She dropped her chopsticks and got up. So did Tayumi. They headed towards the door, and peeked at the entrance from around the corner. Megumi gasped, "Takuya knows Izumi! Wow… she's so cool. And he's so hot…" she almost choked, turning to Tayumi. "Are they going out?" Tayumi shrugged. Megumi sniffed.

"Come, meet the family," Reiko said, grabbing Izumi's hand and guiding her to the dining room. "Takuya, you can wear your goggles if you'd like." She winked.

"…wow," he mumbled, sarcastically. "What an honor." He headed back to his room and grabbed his goggles off the bed post. After fixating them on his head, he headed back outside to the dining room, when he heard Takeyo begin to speak.

"…hey!" Takeyo began, smiling. "You're that chick that was making out with Takuya that night…"

"…oh, crap." Takuya thought aloud. He headed to the living room, pretending he hadn't heard anything. Megumi looked like she was about to cry. Tayumi looked like she was recording gossip notes. Tenji looked just fine, chewing chicken morsels. Reiko looked semi-shocked and appraised.

"I didn't know you and Takuya were going out," Tayumi began, slowly. "When did you break up with Koji?"

"Koji? Who's Koji?"

"…um, yesterday." Izumi replied, smiling. Takuya was speechless.

"Oh, that's wonderful-" Reiko gushed to herself, almost jumping for joy. "Takuya promised he wouldn't have anymore girlfriends after the incident with Sakura, but I'm glad you two got along so well-"

"Wait a second," Takuya said, getting to his feet. He glanced at Izumi who was smiling, evilly. She did set this whole thing up… I'm screwed. Crap, and there's no way I could tell them the truth. After all, why bother to believe Takuya-who-lies-all-the-time? …I'm screwed. Daisuke was right.  "…mom, her name was Makoto."

"Oh, right, it was!" Reiko grinned even wider. "But that's a forgotten issue… why don't we sit down for dinner and talk awhile? I'm sure it would be wonderful if I could get to know you better." She told Izumi.

"Not right now, mom," Takuya said. "Izumi, can I talk to you for a quick second?"

"Oh, sure," Izumi grinned, walking up to Takuya, and following him into his room. The door shut.

Megumi whimpered, "I wanna go into his room too."

"I'm sure you would," Tayumi sighed, smiling. "I can't believe my loser brother is going out with Izumi Orimoto…"

"Yeah, and I can't believe I'm not."

****

"I still can't believe you told them that we're going out," Takuya said, considerably. "…and I still can't believe that they believed you… god, my family's thick…" he sighed, dropping his head back. "This isn't my week at all…"

"Don't feel so bad," Izumi nodded. "I thought about what you said… about my ego and popularity status and things like that."

"And?"

"And-- ignoring the fact that I was gonna break up with Koji anyway-- I remembered how popular you are." She smiled. "Besides, no one has to really care if we're going out. It can just be… a scandal. Don't you just love those things?"

"Not really," he mumbled. "I'm freaking out. We're nowhere close to being at friend terms-" he paused. "-…and you just told my family that I was going out with you."

"Yep."

"…how come?" he asked, suddenly intrigued. "…I mean, seriously. You can break up with Koji, but why is it that you spring up some odd rumor out of nowhere and chose me to be your supposed boyfriend? Couldn't you choose Ken or someone? Or JP, even?"

"I could, but I didn't want to." Izumi smiled. "I chose you because I realized you're one of the only people who actually know who I am. Whether you like it… or not, that's not my problem." She sat down beside him, and leaned on his shoulder. "And if I had to pick a new boyfriend out of hundreds, I probably would pick you anyway, so stop beating yourself up over it."

Takuya said nothing. His eyes shifted uncomfortably to the door and to the window. He suddenly imagined some secret spy from Koji's house drop by the window, or someone open the door to his room and explain to him the many ways Koji would kill him.

"…it's not that I like you, but then again, it's not that I hate you-- because I don't." Izumi explained. "I think you're… nice."

"I think you're crazy."

"Why thank you." She smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Why not." He mumbled, tiredly.

"Takuya," Takeyo knocked twice on his door. He was the only person in the house who actually knocked before entering, which Takuya worshipped him for. He pushed open the door anyway. "Hey," he smiled, winking at Izumi. She sighed, and closed her eyes. "Mom wants you both at the table. She said you guys can have sex any time you want, just not before nutrition." He grinned.

Takuya got up, Izumi clinging to his arm, as they both headed out the door. "Your brother scares me," Izumi whispered in his ear.

"He scares everyone." Takuya told her, shrugging it off.

"Takuya- sit," Reiko grinned, gesturing to a chair beside Megumi. She instantly began to grin. "Izumi, you can sit beside him too if you life. Or, you can sit beside me-" she said, referring to the seat Tenji was currently in. "-and we can talk."

Izumi looked over to Takuya. He shrugged, and sat down anyway. She sat down beside him, without hesitation. She didn't wanna spend quality time with Reiko, and she was sure of that.

"Hey Megumi," Tayumi whispered to her. "If I'm lucky, Izumi might be my sister-in-law someday." She grinned, evilly. Megumi began to cry.

"So, Takuya," Tenji spoke up, picking his teeth with his chopsticks, awkwardly. "How come you never told us that you had a girlfriend before?"

"…because," Takuya answered, simply, playing with the noodles in his dish. Tenji didn't speak, waiting for Takuya to continue his answer. "…well, because, dad, you guys aren't really the best people to talk to about… things. Last time I told you some girl hugged me in 1st grade, you flipped."

"Well, circumstances being what they were, I was concerned."

"He's right, dad," Tayumi said. "You're sort of… strange. No offense."

"Tayumi, don't talk to your father that way." Reiko interrupted.

"But Takuya does it all the time!"

"That's because Takuya was never graced by my presence as a child," Takeyo sighed, sympathetically across the table to his brother. Takuya looked at him, but said nothing. He turned to Tenji, "Dad, I was reading chapter 12 of my lexicon."

"Brilliant! I can't believe you got that far!" Reiko smiled at him. "Wonderful. So tell us what you learned."

"Well--"

"Not before my Tayumi tells us about her math test today," Tenji smiled. "Go ahead, peaches."

Why does she get to be Peaches? God, this sucks… "See," Takuya whispered to Izumi. "This is the part where they totally forget who I am…" Izumi nodded, as Tayumi continued to tell how she passed the test with the highest score.

"Don't you ever get angry?" Izumi asked, slowly. "I know I would."

"You get used to it after awhile," he shrugged, stuffing noodles and chicken into his mouth. "It's usually by now, I leave and they never realize I'm gone until… well, a long time later. But it sucks, because my mom wakes me up at 2 in the morning, and complains that I haven't eaten and how much nutrition I missed that day… and a whole bunch of other crap."

"…so can we leave?" Izumi asked, turning to look at him.

"And go where?" he asked, dropping his bowl of noodles, slowly, just as Takeyo started up on chapter 12.

Think, Izumi… think. I am a complete genius with getting this far, but he's obviously not that easy to persuade… damn. "…wherever." She shrugged. "…can we go back to your room?"

"…and do what?"

"Why would you care?"

"…because."

"Well, stop it."

"I think I have a right to know what exactly you were planning on doing in my room with me …alone."

Izumi didn't reply right away. Her eyes shifted around the room, trying to think of a fast answer. But nothing came to mind. She knew exactly what she was planning on doing in his room with him alone, but she knew it wouldn't be a good idea to come right out and say it. After all, they'd only been "going out" for 2 hours. Some people would like to say it was rushing it, but she didn't care. Not at this moment. She'd been waiting for this for 9 years…(*cough;futurehint;cough*)"…do you wanna stay here then?" she asked, finally.

Takuya sighed, reluctantly. He somehow knew exactly what she wanted. He had no choice but to agree. Not out of his free will, of course. Izumi was the type to carry him into the room if he said no. I'm gonna die a slow and painful death… first, I kiss Koji's girlfriend. Then, I sleep with Koji's girlfriend. Maybe I will thank my mom on my death bed. Whichever bed that is… "…no." he answered.

"Okay, then, come on." She got up slowly. Somehow, Takuya's parents were still deeply engulfed in Takeyo's chapter 12 lesson, than Takuya and Izumi leaving for his room. The door was shut, and then it was locked. Megumi noticed and tried to speak up, but it seemed that Takeyo and this chapter 12 were far more interesting than their son locked in a room with a girl. She felt honestly discouraged.

****

"And now what?" he asked impatiently, looking out his window. He looked back at the door, and noticed that it was locked. Shit. I'm gonna die. In a less than usual panicky state, he found her lying on his bed, eyes wide open-- staring straight at him. I really am gonna die.

"Well, I dunno," she shrugged, sitting up. "I'm not used to being ignored every single day by my own family, so what do you usually do when you stay in your room all day?"

"Sleep." He answered. But then noticing her eyes flicker a bit, he noticed that wasn't the best thing to say… "…or try to find my PS2." He added, hastily.

"What happened to it?"

"I lost it last year… somewhere," he told her, while looking around his room for any spot he hadn't checked yet. "My sister was crying when she never got one… and so she hid it somewhere in my room, but I swear to God, every night before I go to bed, I hear distant sounds of ATV Offroad Fury from her room…" he mumbled, vengefully. "…but that's not important right now."

"Sure," Izumi replied, slowly. "…so… you wanna know what I found out about Koji in the last 24 hours?"

"Is it something I don't know?"

"Yeah," she answered. "He was going out with Ruki Makino. I can't believe he lied to me. And you wanna know something else?"

"If it's going down the same road, no."

"They did sleep together-- a lot of times-- and they've been going out for 2 months behind my back. I can't believe he wouldn't even tell me… backstabbing asshole…" she muttered, lowly, crossing her arms angrily. "I am gonna kick his ass…"

Suddenly, getting into a supposed relationship with Izumi didn't seem so bright…

There was a distant tapping at the door, and a rattling of the doorknob. Takuya thought; it couldn't have been his dad or mom, they would've probably yelled through the door or something. Unless he thought they were busy… he shuddered, slightly. This situation was not gonna be easy to get out from. "Why's my door locked?" he asked Izumi, after awhile of senseless tapping at the door.

She smiled, shyly and told him, "I don't know…" in the most innocent voice she probably had.

Oh, sure… she doesn't know. He thought. Izumi sighed, "Well hey, if it bothers you so much, you can twist the lock and guess what-- the door won't be locked anymore. And then you can twist the doorknob, and pull, and maybe the door will open."

"…shut up, I knew that."

"You don't act like it most of the time," she said, thoughtfully. "I'll just be here, pretending to be asleep, if it helps." She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes as Takuya went to get the door.

Tayumi and Megumi were standing there, looking wistful and at the same time trying to steal glances into his room. From what they could see, there were legs sporting a purple mini-skirt on his bed. "What?" he asked, irritated.

"Well, when mom noticed you were gone," Tayumi began, nodding. "She was too engulfed in Takeyo's story to look for you and wrote down a list of things you should eat before you go to bed. Megumi, the list."

Megumi nodded, and brought out a long list of food and their food groups, plus a phone number was scribbled in shimmering emerald gel pen. She slowly handed it to him, and while doing so, touched his hand, smiling. He looked at her oddly, and read the list. "…and?" he asked, scanning over it.

"And-" Tayumi continued. "She wants to know if Izumi's hungry too. She's cooking pasta because she heard from a reliable source-- me-- that Izumi used to live in Italy for 2 years."

"…and?" he asked, crumpling up the list and shoving it into his pocket.

"And-" she continued. "Mom and Dad also wanted to know if you guys were really having sex. She figured that, because the door was locked."

"Mom thinks she knows everything." He told them. They instantly gave him strange looks-- for Megumi, it was more adoring looks-- and tried to peek into the room again. "…that's not what I meant."

"Right."

"…and?"

"And-" Tayumi sighed. "Megumi wants a hug, a kiss and a make-out session."

"Tayumi!" Megumi almost screamed, bringing her hands up to her face just before she began to turn red. She turned away quickly.

"God," Takuya mumbled. "Good night." He said before slamming the door in their faces. They heard the lock go off.

They stared at the door in disbelief. "Good night?!" they chorused, surprised-- for Megumi, it was more angry than anything.

*****

That's the end of part 5… yay =D Umm… thanks to the people who've reviewed, and thanks to everyone who's going to review… (hint;hint)

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