Okay, this fic isn't really realistic like I was trying for. Oh well. In this one I'll try to get more into what the rest of the digidestined have been doing. But beware. There will be non-cannon coupling in this. Since I consider Takari non-cannon it will be in this fic.

Samanda Hime-sama

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.

Chapter Four: A New Beginning

Inou Miyako roses through the sticky remnants of sleep reluctantly as something tickled the back of her nape. She opened her eyes to see the sun shining through the open blinds of the window.

The arm around her waist stirred then settled again. Seeing that it was Ken's slim fingers Miyako smiled. Their legs were intertwined and she untangled herself carefully before sliding to the edge of the bed. Congratulating herself, she started to move away.

A gentle tug on her hair made her turn back to see Ken's open indigo eyes and a happy smile. In his right hand was her braided hair.

"Ohayo," He said huskily.

Miyako drowned in his eyes. "Ohayo, Ken-chan."

He tugged on her braid again and she drew closer. He wrapped the braid around his wrist until their faces were almost touching. His gaze was on her slightly parted lips.

Miyako watched him and he didn't disappoint her. He leaned in that small distance and kissed her parted lips. It was a gentle kiss that nevertheless stirred Miya and her fantasies.

He drew back and watched as she opened eyes that held a hint of vagueness to her gaze. She focused on his lips with longing and wet her own. Encouraged by the erotic move he kissed her again.

He slid his tongue along the closed seam of her lips. She opened her mouth a bit and he surged inside to taste her. Miya made a tiny sound and slumped boneless across his lap with her upper body supported by his left arm.

Ken unwound her hair from his right wrist and laid his hand on her hip. He moved her a little closer while still kissing her. Her arms lay in her lap occasionally jerking when new rushes of feeling hit her.

Finally they came up for air. They looked at one another with still pounding pulses and fast breathing.

"Oh my," Miyako breathed.

Ken swallowed before he spoke. "Yeah."

They sat recovering for a few minutes before Miya said. "By the way, where's Dai?"

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Daisuke was in the kitchen. He was in an extremely good mood from the tunes that he whistled while cooking breakfast for Ken and Miya.

Surprisingly (at least to most of the Chosen Children) Daisuke was actually a hell of a good cook. He was unconventional to say the least but whatever he made had a high probability of turning out to be delicious. At least if you had an open mind.

He was still in college with another year yet to go of cooking courses before he graduated and working as a chef in a restaurant full time. The boss was always after him to stop adding weird ingredients to the food or to stop experimenting on the customers but Daisuke's wackiness kept customers coming back. That's why Dai still had a job.

Of course he remembered to feed Veemon and Wormmon before he started on his 'feast'. Hawkmon being a little more proper could have waited a bit but why have to when there are two other bottomless pits on the list as well?

He was close to being done with the last dish when the sleep disheveled Ken and Miya wandered into the kitchen.

"Mmm, smells good Dai. What is it?" Miya sniffed the air.

Ken's stomach rumbled. "I think it's chicken taco omelets, Miya."

"Just try it," Dai ordered. "Before you make any comments."

Dai slid the omelets onto a plate and portioned it out. "Everything else is out on the table already."

After breakfast even Miya agreed that while the debated dish was 'interesting' it was still quite good. Ken got stuck doing dishes since Miya claimed she had guest privileges. This got her smacked with a dishtowel but she still got out of doing dishes.

Since it was a Saturday morning Dai got his way and forced everyone to watch his favorite animes. Hawkmon tried to read while Wormmon watched T.V. with the others. Veemon just kicked a soccer ball around and made a bunch of noise.

"Hey Davish!" The blue dinosaur yelled. "Play with me."

Dai yelled without taking his eyes off the T.V. "After my shows, little buddy."

"You better," his digimon warned. "Or I'll tell Jun where you hide the blackmail pictures."

"You wouldn't!" Dai gasped, tearing his eyes away from the TV.

Veemon grinned. "I will."

"Fine." Dai grumbled.

Ken spoke up. "I told you it was a bad idea in the first place, Dai. If your sister ever found out you took pictures of her Ishida Tattoo she would kill you."

Miya looked caught between horror and amusement. "Does she really?"

"Yes and it's worth it," He grinned. "Mom and Dad will have a fit one of these days when she slips up."

Ken rolled his eyes. "And then he had to go torture Matt."

"What?" Dai defended himself. "I sent it anonymously and boy did he freak out. That's when he got the restraining order against her."

Dai noticed that his show was over. "Aww, dammit! I missed my show. Veemon this is all your fault."