Disclaimer: No, no I don't won Digimon. Sorry. '

Kouji and Izumi had been walking for a while. it was getting boring.

"So...uhh..." Kouji started looking at her. "How have you been?"

Izumi stopped and looked at him curiously. "I've been good." She smiled. He was pretty cute with that awkward expression on his face.

Kouji nodded. "What school do you go to? What's your favorite subject?" He asked as they continued walking.

Izumi thought. "I don't really have a favorite. They all suck as far as I am concerned. And I go to St. Anne's acaademy." She said tucking a peice of dark blonde hair behind her ear.

Kouji pushed his ponytail over his shoulder and nodded. "You like private school?" He asked.

She nodded. "It's okay...So Minamoto? As in the Minamoto clan?" She asked shyly.

"Yeah." He said ucomfortably. Izumi snuck a look at him while he was looking at a billboard.

'He seems alot nicer than the day before...' Her mind had left her again. She was fantasizing about the two of them just walking, only stopping to hug or something. How squishy…

"Izumi…?" Kouji waved his hand in front of her face. "Beautiful…" She muttered dreamily.

"What the hell? You look dead, stop staring that!" Kouji shook her a little. Izumi had snapped back to reality. "Oh… right. What were we talking about? Private parts-SCHOOLS! I mean SCHOOLS! Heheheh…."

Kouji looked at her, "Which way is your house, Izumi?" He asked ignoring what she had just said.

They were standing in front of the building Kouji's mom had rented for her classes.

We'll need to take a cab from here." She said looking around. Kouji, with some difficulty called a cab. Italian wasn't his, or Izumi's first language.

They climbed into the cab, Izumi accidentally sat on Kouji's hand but other than that getting in the car went well.

Izumi gave the cab driver her directions before sitting back in her seat. "You should wear your safety belts." The driver informed them a minute too late. The cab had gone around a corner and Izumi fell over causing Kouji to hit his head on the window.

"The ashtray on this door needs to be changed." Izumi told him, the front of her was sprawled on Kouji's lap while her legs were on her seat, she was messing with the window button, apparently not caring whether she got off of Kouji or not.

The car stopped for a red light and the cab driver turned around to see if everyone was okay. "What ARE you two doing?" He asked eyeing the two suspiciously.

Izumi turned her head to look at him. "What does it look like?" She asked him, thinking he'd understand that way. Kouji was glaring yet his face was quite red, he managed to push her off of him to try and explain to the driver what she had meant by that.

"Suuuure." He said rolling his eyes, "OUT of my cab! And keep your money." He said to them as they got out.

Izumi scoffed, "What's his problem?" She asked obviously not understanding what was wrong with what she had said.

Kouji stared at her, "… Next time. Just say you fell, ok?" He said trying to stop himself from going any redder.

"Because that's what happened." He finished as they started walking again. "I thought he'd know what I meant when I said 'what do you think'." Izumi said as she looked around. "Oh good, we don't have to walk that much. Were almost in my neighborhood."

Kouji bit the inside of his cheek, "Well, he didn't." He said coolly.

Izumi nodded, "But it's fine as long as he doesn't go telling people about that." She said as they started walking.

Kouji rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about it, no ones going to think that we were doing anything like that if a taxi driver told them. He doesn't even know our names." Kouji seemed confident so Izumi was less worried, but what if someone DID hear the driver's side of the story... would anyone believe her if she told the truth?

Kouji tugged on her hair. "It's not worth worrying over. Doubu okay?" He said as approached a tall wrought iron gate that stood at the end of her driveway.

Izumi pulled her hair away from Kouji's reach incase he decided to pull on it again. "I think were late." She said out of the corner of her moth before entering a four-digit code to open the gate.

The gate opened slowly and they walked through. An elderly man was throwing away the ceramic angel that Izumi had broken.

Izumi led Kouji to the door. And took a deep shuddering breath. "Uh, you should take off your bandana." She said pulling on it a little.

The door swung open and Izumi's sister Naomi stood there, Kouji peeled Izumi's hands off of his head and removed his bandana.

"You must be Kouji. Hello, I am Orimoto Naomi, dozoyorishiku." She said smiling. "Izumi what's wrong with you? You look like you've been caught killing a baby." Naomi said staring at her sister quizzically.

"Nothing!" Izumi said, her voice cracking a little. Naomi adjusted her glasses, "Ok. Well come in come in. You two are late. How come?"

Izumi was quiet, "We couldn't find a cab so we walked most of the way." She said quickly. Naomi nodded. "Ok, come this way." Kouji and Izumi followed her to the dinning room where everyone was seated. Everyone turned to look at them.

Naomi seemed to like the attention and smiled at everyone. Kouji went to sit down and Izumi followed trying not to catch anyone's eye.

Mr. Orimoto smiled at everyone, "Now that everyone's here," He looked at Izumi and Kouji, "I can properly introduce us." He said. Everyone put down their forks and looked at him. "Mr. Minamoto, Mrs. Minamoto and the twins. This is my wife Kim, and my daughters, Naomi, Kana and Izumi. And of course you already know me."

He said with a small laugh, "And Kim, this is Kentarou and Reiki Minamoto. And their twin boys, Kouji and Kouichi."

He raised his glass, "Kanpai! To my wonderful cook," He said cheerfully. "Kanpai." The rest of the table said while raising their glasses.

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