Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon in any way, shape, or form. It is owned by Toei, Bandai, and other folks, so pleeease don't sue me, because that would be bad. (For me, and my bank account.) This story is T.K. and Kari only, so please don't get mad at me if you realize halfway through that this is not the Taiora fic you were looking for. :winks: R&R!
Italics: thinking
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Ch.2
Hello, Kamiya residence. Akira speaking, Akira answered the phone politely.
Hello, Akira. It's Mr. Takaishi. May I please speak to your mother? T.K.'s voice, deeping and comforting, came over the digital phone.
Sure thing, Mr. Takaishi! I'll get her! Akira put down the headset and ran upstairs.
Mom! Mr. Takaishi is on the phone for you!
Surprised, Kari switched off the holographic computer screen (so that Akira couldn't read the report cards she was typing), and picked up the extension.
Hello? This is Kari.
Hi Kari. I just called to ask if you wanted to go out for coffee tonight.
That's very nice of you T.K.. Where do you suggest we go?
A personal favourite of mine is the former Inoue convience store. It'll be just like old times, T.K. tried to smile over the phone, but it didn't really work.
That's a wonderful idea T.K.! Yes, just like old times... Kari's voice trailed off, and and Akira, who had been eavesdropping on the other phone couldn't resist adding a cute comment.
Akira! Haven't I told you not to eavesdrop?! Kari snapped.
I'm sorry Mom, Akira crossed his fingers, But I couldn't help but want to know what you were talking about, So I could tell Kuchi, he added silently.
It's okay, Akira, but please don't do it again, Kari waiting for the loud beep of the headset being switched off, Anyways, when should I meet you?
How about in an hour and a half? T.K. suggested.
Okay, see you there then.
Good bye. Kari hung up immediatly, but T.K. waited for a moment or two, trying to preserve the sound of Kari's voice. I still love you...
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Kari hummed to herself as she got dressed. No matter what happens... She snapped in her traditional pink hair clips to hold her neatly parted hair in place. ...I can' go back, can I?
Giving her collar a final adjustment so that it lay just right on her pink sweater, Kari gave a quick twirl in front of the mirror before cartwheeling down the hall.
She landed, a bit unsteadily in front of an extremely surprised Akira.
Whoa, calm down Mom, Akira held up his hands in mock defense.
I'm sorry Akira... Would you mind telling me what that chocolate bar is doing behind your ear? Kari pointed at a brightly wrapped rectangle.
Akira sweat dropped, and looking remarkably like Davis, closed his eyes in what he hoped was an innocent smile, I have no ide. Perhaps it jumped?! When in doubt, Whatever happened, I didn't help it! deny, deny, deny.
Kari raised her eyebrows, Kindly put it back then... I'm going out for an hour or two, so please don't answer the phone or the door. Good bye honey, Kari gave her son a kiss on the cheek and walked calmly out the door.