REVISION (2.25.03):  Okay *takes deep breath* this story was in the Digimon category for awhile and alas *points to review counter* I was hoping for more response.  I'm not saying I'm not grateful for 11 reviews (I think it's pretty good for my first story!!) but what I'm hoping for is people to tell me what I need to do to make the story the best it can be.  This story is really and honestly more Motoko-centered anyway, so, tada!  Here it is in the Love Hina category.  I would really appreciate any suggestions at all.  I posted this because I love the character of Motoko Aoyama and I think she tends to be an unnoticed character in the anime world ^_~  So, without any further delay, here it is:

Author's Notes: Well this is an interesting pairing, huh? ^_^ I haven't seen a Motoko/Yamato yet (and I actually thought I would? lol...), so I thought I might try it. I think it's safe to assume that this coupling hasn't been presented yet on Fanfiction.net. Not much of a Love Hina/Digimon crossover, other than Motoko being there for the few couple of chapters, but fear not!!  The Love Hina cast will most certainly make their presence known later ^_~  Well I'm honored that you decided to read this story, and it is of course NON-YAOI. In my story, I really didn't want to go into the whole Digidestined/Digivovling thing so... I'm just going to pretend that they're normal high school students. For the sake of making things easier for me (^_^;) we're just going to put Motoko's parents in Odaiba and the dojo in Kyoto. Confusing, but it's helps explain things better for myself ^_^ I'm also using Japanese names as well (remember, a lot of times I'll be doing the whole last name first thing... just thought I'd let you know since it confuses me sometimes ^_^), for all of you familiar with English Digimon names, here are the translations, all others you'll be able to recognize:

Taichi=Tai
Yamato=Matt
Koushiro=Izzy
Jyou=Joe
Daisuke=Davis
Iori=Cody
Miyako=Yolei
Hikari=Kari

I have this weird habit of switch from Miss/Mr/Mrs to -san... so you'll find both in there... lol, yeah I know, I have weird habits. Please enjoy my story! Standard disclaimers apply! Reviewing would be much appreciated ^_^
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:::: Concerning Bands and Kendo ::::


The wind gently fluttered her long raven black hair back behind her shoulders as she stood on the bridge overlooking Shibuya Station. No cars cluttered the normally busy roads and no people were amassed on the sidewalk. All she could see was the mist that seemed to cling around a young blonde haired boy in front of her. With his hands dug into his pockets and his back turned toward her, she could only guess as to his identity.

"Who's there?" she attempted to ask, but her words were lost and muffled in the thick mist as the young man turned around to face her.

"Motoko" he addressed, his voice carrying clearly like glass. Although his face was masked cleverly by the fog surrounding them, his tall and well-built frame caused an unwanted blush to slowly rise onto her cheeks.

'I... I can't be blushing around him... there's no way I can be this nervous around some... boy!! I refuse!!'

"Don't run from me" he told her, as though he had read her exact thoughts. Motoko's surprise and anxiety continued to grow as he slowly stepped towards her, his feet guiding him into an assured and confident path.

"Don't come any closer!" Motoko exclaimed, wielding her Kendo sword. With every step he took, the wood slowly began to degrade, until the sword was shriveled beyond recognition. "B-But how?!"

"Motoko... Stop running."

"Running? Running from what?" she burst out angrily. His movement halted and he stood only a few feet away from her as she awaited his answer nervously. Suddenly, a light appeared above her, and the scenery around her melted away until they were standing in a completely white room. The fog too dissipated away and revealed the handsome boy's face for only a brief moment.

"Love."



"IIE!!!" Motoko Aoyama sat straight up in her futon, the covers pushed far back as she breathed in shaken breaths of air. Her hand flew up to her heavy forehead, and she gently relaxed as a bead of sweet fell down her forehead. "Just... just a dream..."

"Motoko, daijoubu?!" a male voice exclaimed above her. A very muscular and well-built man stood above her and a frail, yet chipper woman stood behind him as they flung back the sliding doors of her room and ran inside.

"Motoko, what's wrong?" her mother demanded as she kneeled down and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"I-I'm fine... It was just a dream, that's all..." Motoko insisted as she pulled her forehead out of her hand.

"You scream like a schoolgirl" her father grunted angrily. "I was worried..."

"Gomen nasai, Otou-san..." Motoko told him apologetically.

"I think I'm too old for this... I thought you would be less giddy than your mother or sister, Motoko..." her father sighed as he left the room and proceeded towards the kitchen. Motoko's mother smiled kindly and wiped the sweat off of her daughter's forehead.

"It must have been some dream, Motoko" her mother chuckled kindly as she stood up and opened the window. "You should be getting up now anyway, you don't want to be late on your first day of school, Motoko."

"H-Hai, Okaa-san" Motoko insisted as she stood up from the futon and proceeded towards the bath.

My name is Motoko Aoyama and I now reside in my family's home after moving out of the Hinata Inn. Why did I choose to move out? I have a responsibility to uphold the Aoyama family name and accept the terms of being the new master of the Shinmei School. This fell upon me because my sister married instead, therefore disqualifying her from being the heir. Many times I have questioned the path my sister took, but I know that this duty has befallen upon me and it is destiny that will keep me here. Love was the reason she left... Honor and duty are the only emotions I am allowed to have. Love... love makes people weak. And I am not weak.

Motoko quickly got her bath and then returned to her room where her new school uniform laid completely ironed and straightened out. It was a dark green and navy blue color which Motoko didn't particularly care for, but she knew that some uniforms were a lot worse... as Naru had demonstrated with her boring and dull school uniform she used to wear.

'Naru-sempai. I wonder if she and Urashima are doing well after their wedding...' Motoko blushed angrily and shook such nonsense out of her head. As she slipped the uniform on, she frowned at the shortened skirt and proceeded towards the kitchen to complain.

"Okaa-san, is there anyway we can add on to this?" Motoko asked as she looked down at the short skirt.

"I think it's rather cute, Motoko" her mother grinned.

"It's not what the Shinmei heir should be wearing!" Motoko exclaimed angrily.

"I agree completely. We'll see what we can do about it tonight. For now, however, you'll just have to make do with it" her father insisted as he sipped his green tea.

"I understand, Otou-san" Motoko told him with a nod. As she walked out of the kitchen, Motoko self-consciously tugged at her short skirt and her face flushed. "If I get a single comment out of a boy... I swear..." Mrs. Aoyama chuckled at her daughter's angry comment and continued to prepare breakfast for her family.

"It's amazing that Motoko is already a junior. I'm so glad she decided to move back home for her last year" Mrs. Aoyama told her husband happily.

"It's nice having another daughter back in the house... but I just hope Motoko is as strong as she insists she is..."

"Oh, have some faith!! Motoko left here when she was thirteen and now look at her! Eighteen years old, beautiful, intelligent, cunning and extremely powerful. You know perfectly well her power rivals Tsuruko's now."

"Tsuruko wasn't what she was..."

"Well, with a child and a husband, how can any woman be the same?"

"I just hope Motoko will carry on our family name... I hope she won't run away like Tsuruko did... I'm too old to train a nephew..."

"Dear, she's going to make you proud. You just wait and see-" The sound of quick footsteps could suddenly be heard as Motoko dashed in and grabbed a piece of sushi her mother had recently rolled and her lunch which was on the counter. She quickly stuffed the sushi in her hand and grabbed her kendo sword from the door along with her bag.

"Mmfiwsoah" Motoko attempted to say.

"In Japanese please" her father requested, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Motoko swallowed the sushi and slipped her shoes on.

"I'll be home after school! Ja ne!" Motoko called out as she ran out of the door.

"Such a schoolgirl... Tsuruko didn't act like that until she met-" The two exchanged glances and raised an eyebrow.

"You think Motoko is..."

"C-Can't be... I don't think she would..." The two parents chuckled nervously and returned to their previous chores, taking one last glance at the doorway.



"Miss Aoyama... you'll be pleased to know that our Kendo Club here is very well-known. Here at Odaiba High School, I think you'll find that most of our students are fairly pleasant to get along with as well and many clubs will gladly open their doors to new members. I see on your application, however, that you were a very good Kendo student at Raika Girl's High School and that you are indeed the heir to the famous Shinmei School?"

"Hai. That is correct" Motoko provided as she sat calmly in front of the Principal of Odaiba High School.

"Well... everything looks in order. You'll be in Class 11-B, Miss Aoyama. I hope you find our school to our liking. If you need anything, please see me immediately."

"Arigatou gozaimasu, I'll set a good impression, sir" she told him with a bow. The principal grinned and waved politely.

"Take care, Miss Aoyama." Motoko grabbed her school bag and her kendo sword and proceeded out into the hallway, the school map in her hand.

"This school is much larger than Raika..." Motoko muttered as she proceeded up the stairs. The sound of loud pants could be heard ahead of her as a young man rounded the corner.

"I'm so late!!!!!" his frantic voice exclaimed as he pulled his coat on and ran around the corner of the stairs. He saw Motoko a second too late as he tripped over his own to feet and fell forward. Fortunately, Motoko sidestepped to her left and let the poor boy's face hit the stairs. "Itai..." he mumbled angrily.

"Daijoubu ka?" Motoko asked him as he twitched a little bit. His wild brown hair was a little too modern looking for Motoko's taste, and the goggles pushing his bangs back made him look ridiculous. He slowly pulled himself off of the stairs and mumbled something unintelligible as he brushed himself off. A piece of plastic fell out of his hair and clanked against the ground, and with shaky hands, he touched his now broken goggles.

"M-M-My GOGGLES!!! LOOK WHAT YOU DID, OBA-CHAN!!!" he exclaimed furiously. Motoko's eyebrow twitched and her face scrunched into an angry glare.

"O-Oba-chan (Obachan=older woman, "granny")? You DARE call ME that?!" she demanded furiously.

"And you DARE break Motomiya Daisuke's goggles, OBA-CHAN?!" he demanded angrily, putting emphasis on her name. Without hesitation Motoko's hands flew to her kendo sword and she knocked him upside the head, sending him right back on to his face.

"Spare me your babbling you impertinent scoundrel! I am Aoyama Motoko! A new junior here at Odaiba High School and heir to the Shinmei Kendo School! And you, a mere freshman, call me, Oba-chan?!" she asked him furiously. The young freshman pulled himself off of the ground, a new, not so flattering, lump now forming on top of his head.

"I'm Motomiya Daisuke! I'm womanizer-extraordinaire, co-captain of the soccer team and I'm-" he glanced at the clock across the hall and his eyes bulged out of his head, "LATE!!" He took off again, flying around the corned and down the freshman hall.

"Don't you dare run away, you despicable brute! This isn't the last time you'll see me, Motomiya!!" Motoko exclaimed angrily.

"I hope not, Oba-chan! You're pretty hot!" Motoko gripped her fists tighter and she swore that a blood vessel popped on her forehead.

"Men... he's worse than Urashima!" she grumbled. She too glanced at the clock and decided against chasing after him. Proceeding up the stairs and into the junior hallway she immediately found her classroom, 11-B, and knocked on the door nervously.

'I'm surprised that I'm nervous...' Motoko thought quickly, her anger quickly settling as the door opened.

"Ah! Miss Aoyama! We didn't think you were coming" her teacher told her with a smile. She was a young woman with long blonde hair and a pretty smile that seemed to sparkle.

"Sorry, I was held up in the Principal's office" she explained, choosing not to go into her encounter with the impertinent freshman.

"Oh, I see. Well, we're so glad to have you in our class! Minna-san! Attention!" The class immediately stopped chattering and turned towards their teacher who was smiling pleasantly as she motioned towards the door. "We have a new student today, her name is Aoyama Motoko. Miss Aoyama, please enter the classroom." Motoko knew she had to make a good first impression, so she put on the best determined and solitary look she could arrange and walked confidently into the classroom. "Miss Aoyama just moved here from the Hinata Hot Springs area and her family owns the famous Aoyama dojo just a few blocks away. Miss Aoyama, do you have anything to add?"

"I'm honored to be here" she provided simply, bowing appropriately.

"Glad to hear it! Now... take the seat behind Ishida Yamato. Yamato, please raise your hand." A young man with striking blue eyes and well-styled blonde hair raised his hand and smiled simply as the other girls groaned.

"I wanted that seat..." one hissed.

"I was so sure sensei would move me back there!" one sighed.

"How come she gets to sit near Yamato?" another whined. Motoko calmly walked towards the seat in the back and set her bag and kendo practice sword down beside her. When she sat back up, she noticed that the boys around her were stealing glances at her, and whispering among themselves. Motoko's eyebrow twitched angrily and she tried to ignore them. As the teacher began to go into Einstein's theory of relativity, her gaze slowly became fixed on the boy in front of her.

'He seems rather familiar... I wonder if I've met him before... hm... I lived in Odaiba when I was a child, but I didn't have many friends though... I wonder... could I have known him? It seems unlikely... but I suppose it's possible...' When she realized she was staring, she quickly found interest in the window beside her and turned away from him with a slight flush on her face. Without warning, something flopped onto her desk and she looked down at the small folded piece of paper that landed on her desk. She raised an eyebrow and looked beside her to see a young girl with short, shoulder-length brown hair and warm, friendly brown eyes smiling friendly. She gave a small wave and motioned to the note on Motoko's desk. Motoko looked back down at the note and opened it up.


Hi!

My name is Sora Takenouchi. You must be overwhelmed by everything in our school, so let me help you out! I'm on the hospitality comity here at school, so don't think it's any trouble. Please let me know, Motoko-san.

Sora



Motoko bit her lip in thought. She hadn't intended on making a friend so easily, and she wondered about this girl. Motoko knew she couldn't be seen with anyone who was morally weak or indecent, but this girl appeared to be pretty safe. The tennis racket that sat beside her bag said that she was an athlete as well.

"You should be more trusting, Motoko! Sometimes people can surprise you. Take Keitaro for example... he didn't turn out so badly, did he?"

'Naru-sempai... I won't forget what you told me on your wedding day. You've really taught me a lot, Naru-sempai...' Taking her friend's advice, Motoko took out a pen and scribbled a response.



Takenouchi-san

Thank you for your kind offer. I would much appreciate any help I can get, for I just moved back to Odaiba, and I haven't been in town for a while. Thank you very much.

Aoyama Motoko



Motoko frowned at her messy writing, but folded the note back in the intricate way Sora had folded it and she tossed it back over to her. Sora quickly opened the note and smiled pleasantly at the reply. She gave a pleased thumbs up and turned back to the textbook that they were reading out of. Motoko relaxed in her seat and looked down at her textbook.

'Everyone back at Hinata Inn... I wonder how they're doing these days. I think being there really changed me. Being around Naru-sempai and Urashima especially. There relationship taught me something... I guess... I-Iie! I can't admit it! I shouldn't admit that I learned anything about love... It's just not right for the Shinmei school heir to even think about such things. Otou-san is counting on me to uphold our family name now. I'm his last hope.' Motoko pondered through her thoughts until the teacher called out her name.

"Hai?" Motoko asked, standing up.

"Please read the next passage, Aoyama" her teacher instructed. Motoko glanced down at Yamato's book and quickly flipped the next page, reading the small passage that was there. "Einstein's theory of relativity was first presented in-" The doors of the classroom suddenly opened and a young boy with wild hair, much like Motomiya's, stood in the doorway, huffing and puffing.

"G-Gomen nasai, sensei! My alarm didn't go off..." he insisted as he walked into the classroom and sat down behind Sora.

"Yagami Taichi..." the teacher sighed angrily. "That's the fifth time this month. Eventually, I'll buy you an alarm clock!"

"You will? Hey, thanks!" Taichi chuckled as he relaxed in his chair. The teacher frowned angrily and turned towards the clock.

"Well, I'm afraid you won't finish in time, Miss Aoyama. The bell is about to-" RING! "... Ring." Student quickly gathered their books and began to walk out of the door, and Motoko gathered her things as she stood up and noticed a few people standing around her.

"Would you like to eat lunch with us today, Aoyama-san?" Sora asked her curiously.

"Are you sure? I mean, you hardly know me..." Motoko wondered aloud.

"It's no problem at all! I don't have many friends that are girls in this class you see... they all have this slightly annoying obsession with-"

"YAMATO!" a chorus of voices rang out. A group of girls suddenly gathered around the desk in front of Motoko's and the young blonde haired boy stood up as his 'fan club' gathered around him.

"Please eat my lunch, Yamato!" one pleaded.

"Iie! I made this lunch especially for Yamato!!" another girl argued.

"Some guys have all the luck..." Taichi whined. Sora elbowed him in the gut and he winced noticeably.

"Aoyama-san, this is Yagami Taichi. My boyfriend" Sora explained as she motioned to Taichi.

"Ohayo! Just call me Taichi. I'm not about formalities. Can I call you Motoko?" he asked bluntly. Motoko was surprised by his forwardness, but she remembered how Su had called her Motoko since the day they had met.

"H-Hai, Motoko is fine" she told them, wondering if she would regret it later. They smiled brightly and Taichi looked over towards Yamato.

"That's Ishida Yamato. Quite the popular guy, really. He has a band called Teenage Wolves-"

"Teenage... Wolves?" Motoko asked, a sweatdrop forming on her head. Sora shrugged and Taichi chuckled.

"That was my reaction when I first heard of it!!" Taichi exclaimed. "You and I are going to get along great, Motoko-chan!"

"So, he's your friend then?" Motoko asked them. She was quite surprised a young man like him would hang around with two people like Sora and Taichi.

"Yeah, he is. It's kind of surprising to us that he's not in a more popular crowd, but he's stuck with since childhood. He's been a great friend of ours" Sora explained with a smile.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass" Yamato insisted as he moved away from the crowd.

"But, Yamato!!" The all protested.

"Offer it to Taichi, he's always hungry" Yamato told them, pointing towards Taichi. "Or Daisuke is downstairs... he's always-"

"STARVING!! Can you believe I left my lunch at home?! And Hikari is already sharing hers with TK!!! Taichi! Go tell Hikari to share with me!" a familiar voice exclaimed. Blood boiled inside Motoko as she grabbed her Kendo sword and pointed it angrily towards Daisuke.

"YOU!! Motomiya, I'm not done with you yet!!" Motoko exclaimed angrily.

"Oh! Oba-chan! You have a class with Taichi and the others?" Daisuke asked her with a grin.

"You're treading on thin ice, Motomiya..." Motoko growled.

"Daisuke! Stop being mean to Motoko!" Sora exclaimed angrily.

"This is why Hikari isn't sharing her lunch" Taichi told him bluntly.

"Daisuke, hurry up, I'm hungry! Hikari and TK are already out there!" a female voice whined. A young girl with long lavender hair and bright, chipper eyes walked into the classroom with a short, dark haired boy behind her and a tall, lanky and rather handsome boy behind him. They immediately saw Motoko's angered face and they slowly began to back away.

"What did you do this time, Daisuke?" the tall boy asked him.

"I've seen her somewhere before..." the short boy said aloud, squinting as he looked her over.

"You probably have, Iori, considering how familiar you are with Kendo. She's Aoyama Motoko, the daughter of the-"

"Y-YOU'RE FROM THE SHINMEI DOJO?!" Iori exclaimed. Everyone was shocked by his outburst and he wasted no time in running towards her and bowing like crazy. "My name is Hida Iori and I have been waiting for the day when I am strong enough to apply at your dojo! I'm so honored to meet you Aoyama-sempai!" Motoko sheepishly put a hand behind her head and bowed politely.

"H-Hai, it's um... a pleasure to meet an enthusiastic young man like yourself, Hida-san" Motoko provided, a bit surprised by all of the attention.

"Wow, I've never seen Iori so excited before... well, my name is Inoue Miyako! Please call me Miyako! And this is Ichijouji Ken. You can just call him Ken" Miyako insisted as she motioned to the boy beside her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aoyama-san" Ken provided as he bowed.

"Please just call me, Motoko" she told them, bowing deeply.

"Ah! It's that cute freshman, Ken! KEN!" the group of girls exclaimed as they rushed over to him. Yamato breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to Motoko who was insisting that she was going to join the Kendo Club to Iori who was pleading incessantly.

"Aoyama, is it?" Yamato asked her, catching her attention. She turned towards him and smiled simply.

"Hai, Ishida-san, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise" he told her with a grin. Motoko's face flushed slightly from the handsome grin Yamato had given her, and she immediately reprimanded herself.

'I... I can't be blushing! I'm not like those whinny, childish fan girls! I'm NOT!!!! But he just looks so familiar...'

"Oi! Busu (Busu=an ugly woman, very rude)!!" Daisuke exclaimed, grabbing back her attention. "Are you going to go join Yamato's fan club or something? I saw that blush!!" This made Motoko's face flare up again, although everyone assumed it was in anger.

"You'll regret the day such words came out of your dirty mouth, you vulgar ogre!! Zantetsusen!!" Motoko exclaimed as she pulled out her sword and attacked. The force of her blast sent Daisuke out the door and into the wall.

"B-Busu... you're really strong..." he chuckled as little swirlies formed in his eyes.

"S-Sugoi!" Taichi exclaimed. "I like you even more, Motoko!"

"That's absolutely amazing!" Sora agreed.

"Can you teach me?!" Iori demanded incredulously. Motoko blushed even more from all of the compliments she was getting and she put her sword away.

"I-It was nothing" she insisted simply looking quite embarrassed.

"Come on, everyone! Let's get out of here!" Ken exclaimed, trying to run away from his fan club.

"Ken!! KEN!!" they all exclaimed as they chased him.

"Older women preying upon and harassing an innocent young boy... you disgust me!" Motoko exclaimed. "Zantetsusen!!" she shouted, repeating the same attack that had rendered Daisuke helpless. From the force of the blast, the girls joined Daisuke on the floor of the hallway, little swirlies in their eyes as well.

"Woah... she's kind of scary when she gets mad..." Miyako chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, but it's good to have someone like that around" a boy beside her said.

"Oh! Koushiro! You haven't met Motoko yet have you?" Miyako asked him as she pointed to Motoko.

"Konnichiwa. My name is Izumi Koushiro. Koushiro is fine" he told her simply.

"Aoyama Motoko. It's nice to meet you" Motoko told him with another bow.

'I'm getting sick of repeating my name over and over...' Motoko thought angrily.

"Come on, let's go down and find TK and Hikari" Taichi suggested as they began to walk out of the classroom.

"Motoko, you're coming with us, right?" Sora asked her.

"I-I suppose so... I mean, if you still want me to come with you after... this" she said, motioning towards Daisuke and the other girls.

"Are you kidding? Anyone who can shut guys like Daisuke up and take care of Yamato's annoying fan club is awesome in my book!" Taichi chuckled.

"Hey, I heard that!!" Daisuke exclaimed recovering from his attack. Everyone continued to laugh and chuckle, but Motoko tensed as she felt a pair of eyes fall upon her. She glanced behind her to find Yamato, who had quickly switched his gaze over to Daisuke who was now scolding Taichi. Motoko's eyes suddenly widened as her gaze became fixed on Yamato.

'I know where I've seen him! He was the one from my dream... it was him...' Motoko fought off her blush and her gaze switch quickly back to the floor. 'It means nothing... absolutely nothing! I refuse to be attracted to some pretty boy who runs some petty and silly band! But... he does look a little handsome... N-NO!!! I DIDN'T JUST ADMIT THAT! I REFUSE!!! Oh... Why must I suffer so?'

"Aoyama-sempai? Daijoubu ka?" Iori asked her curiously. Motoko snapped up to look at him and she nodded.

"Hai, daijoubu..." her gaze drifted back over to Yamato and her face tinted, "I'm just fine..."