oh no! I overslept... sorry ladyknight. Missed me? ::grins:: probably not… HA! I updated after New Year, in your face whoever said I couldn't keep a promise!…it was hard to resist the urge to update, so many sorato fics have been updated but I've been super busy at home. My plan was to get this up but during the countdown I was in the city. Happy New Year people!

Recap:

Yamato came out first and shook the droplets off his head like a dog. He grimaced when he looked down, "Uh oh."

"What Yamato?"

"It---it, it can't be. They were here a second ago! Clothes don't run off by themselves do they?"

"Yama!" Sora gasped.

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Sora blundered across the rock, hid under the shadow for cover. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her clothes are gone, now she knew the only way to get out of the water is by getting out naked. Of course, there are several reasons behind this odd jinx. One, just when her eyes were wondering off, Yamato secretly tossed her clothes elsewhere for his own sick purposes to get close to her. Two, a raccoon ran by and thought they were food. Three, a harsh wind blew them off the rock and they flew miles away. Four, his guess is right, clothes can disappear like a magic trick. But really, she didn't have time for no joke.

"It's not funny, Ishida! Hand them over."

Matt beamed at her as if he was insulted. "It's not me! I didn't do anything!"

"Moron!"

"But I--"

"Perv!"

Yamato sighed, and then cleared his throat to make his message clearer. "I was with you in the water."

He had a point. Sora had him in her sight the whole time. Unless, he's superman, he couldn't move that fast in an eye blink.

"Okay," Now she's worried. If it wasn't him, then who? Who would purposely snatch her clothes and ran off with them? "Got any ideas?"

Yamato shrugged, he didn't seem to get how creepy the whole situation was. "Nope, nada."

"Maybe someone planned this." She told him.

Yamato nodded, "yeah, the wild jungle man's pretty clever, must be a horny dude too. Bet he wants you to put on a nude show."

"It's not funny!" She roared at him again. "If only I can come out and slap you…"

"Sorry," he grumbled through tightly bit lips. "So...what now? Are you going to come out or what?"

"You wish, keep dreaming," she snorted.

"Well, you're not going to stay under water forever. I won't stare at you, I need glasses anyway," he gave a seductive pout.

"I don't trust you even if you are half blind... give me your pants and I'll come up."

Yamato returned a sarcastic grin, "then what am I doing to wear?"

"You have your shorts and that's enough cover already. Haven't you heard anything called 'equal shares'?"

He found no point in arguing, so he unzipped his jeans, removed his legs from his pants and tossed them across the bank.

"One problem." He said after he stripped down and stood in front of her looking like an underwear model.

"What's that?"

"How are you going to hide those... boobs?"

"Mind your own business." She hissed angrily.

"Okay." He averted to face the hills while she fitted her legs into the baggy jeans. She hated him for bringing up a good point. Luckily there was a way to hide her boobs. Sora tore apart the pants until almost butt level, made a nod to connect the two pieces, then tied it across her chest.

She gave him a rough kick on the butt when she was done.

"That was for making fun of me."

Once Yamato turned around and almost collapsed. She didn't appear too uncivilized in that strap of ripped jean bottom. On the contrary, she was pretty damn fine and his disassembled pants fit her like a bikini. Argh, I must look away...

"Let's go." He turned around and went off on his own.

"Where to?"

"Trap first, we've been putting that off long enough. After that we'll go down to the beach to gather some shellfish, then back to the cave." Yamato replied with his eyes dead straight at her. Dope, why must she look so... oh gosh...

She held back, waiting to taste the wind against her back. She felt completely vulnerable at the moment, like the wind brushed off her skin and all that left of her is a piece of dead meat with the wind stripping off the surface of her skin. Her midriff was showing, along with her collar bone and quadriceps, and Yamato was staring at her with saliva sparkling on edge of his mouth.

"Anything wrong?"

"No,"Heshook his head, "nothing!"

"Thenkeep moving." His eyes were finally off her.

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The blue haired man got up from his hiding spot behind the stem of a willow tree. His eyes narrowed as his grin extended. Of course, your pathetic trap...

"Got you just where I want you." He chortled, watching them walking down an elevated hill. The two descended and eventually their voices were gone,he looked down at the faded tank top and jeans in his hand and smirked behind his tinted blue eyewear. "Everything's right where I want. Soon, I'll have both of you and all your little friends."

His smile faded. He wasted no time for he has to get to the cave before they do. Everything's going according to plan.

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A handful of wild berries, poisonous or not, the two started goggling at their feast. Their food hunt was successful today. Having to find a helpless bird with its feet caught in their trap, Sora and Yamato rejoiced and skinned the bird to roast it in the fire.

"It just doesn't make sense." Sora startled him. He set the raw hookedbird several metres away from the fire, chewed down the rest of the clam he's been sucking on, and turned to face the gorgeous auburn haired women.

"What doesn't make sense."

"This whole place." Sora awkwardly told him. "It's like a friggen jinx land. We're walking into hell everyday and weird stuff has been happening. How do you explain what happened to my clothes… they won't purposely walk off, unless someone took em'. And did you ever have any second thoughts about how this thing got into our trap? You didn't even any bait on it."She looked down at the bird.

Yamato placed a hand under his chin, comprehending her words. He was a rather down-to-earth guy, never believed in anything but common sense, with the exception of when the digitestined got drafted from their campsite into the digital world, "we got lucky, I guess. The bird probably wasn't looking when he crossed the road."

"It's not just that... how do you explain the weather? It's supposed to be spring right now… why are the leaves falling? We're not in South Africa are we?"

Now, there's a pretty logical reason that he had to take into consideration.

"Sora, what if…" he assumed, "we're not where we think we are."

"Where do we think we think are?" Sora grew baffled.

"Marooned on an island in the middle of no where, wasn't that what we always thought. But maybe we are both wrong." He threw her a mischievous glance sideways from his enlarged eyeballs. "When we got thrown off the ship, we could have been sucked into… I don't know… a portal to a void in another dimension? I sound really stupid huh?"

Sora smiled at his nervous look, "I have a crazy theory."

"Well, let's hear it," Yamato changed his seating position and listened crosslegged.

"This is a prank. Someone wants us to be together all alone in the wild so it's easy for them to keep us under their control. They had us like puppets under their eyes the whole time. Everything happens for a reason, do you think the reason we got drafted here has something to do with our connection to the Digital World?"

"What's the connection and why us, they had all of the digitestined to choose from?"

"Something to do with our specific crest?"

Yamato paused for a long period of silence, his eyes stared into space as if he was processing some complex calculation. Sora waited for a response and all she got after the wait was a careless shrug. "I think the lack of sleep is finally getting to us."

Sora nodded, she got to her usually sleep position with their body interlocking with each other. She slept in discomfort, nightmares roamed in and out of her mind, it was first about Puppetmon, then the time when she and Biyomon were captured by Datamon and taken prisoner in the pyramid made of computer data. The next morning, Sora was shot awake by Yama's squeeze.

"ACHOO!"

They sat up, yawned and rubbed her eyes. Yamato still seemed to be in dream state, he was mumbling to himself.

"Bless you." Came a reedy voice that interrupted their morning greeting. As soon as Yamato realized that the speaker wasn't the familiar feminine voice he was used to, his eyes rolled to the entrance of the cave.

"What in hell…" They found themselves trapped behind an iron door the enclosed the opening completely except for a small window with bars the width the size of a fist, but barely enough space for Yama's hand to punch a hole through.

"What's going on?" Sora asked softly in his ears.

"So tell me, what does it feel like to be locked in there?" Sora whipped her eyes to the window. Her arms immediately reached for Yamato's hands. Standing on the other side of the bars was a lanky shadow of a man.

His hair poked out in every direction, some hid half of his glasses. Sunlight shot across the bridge of his shoulders, his face was almost a completely silhouette.

"Who are you?"

"Why don't you remember Yamato?"

Yamato narrowed his orbs, looking up into the face of the captor, muffling a choking gasp when he finally recalled that voice. The voice that sounded so familiar, it was him… making a reappearance after three years. How could it be? The Digimon emperor was gone, Ken was able to overcome his dark side. Don't tell me, Ken's been brainwashed again and he's here?

"Kaizer." Sora said flatly, she felt her skin cells tightening, puckering against each other until they form goosebumps.

"Ken? Is that you?" Yamato asked.

The enemy held up his whip with his hands, spreading them apart as if he was holding a sword. "Ken who? There's no one named Ken that I know of." He lashed it across the empty ground, senting out a deafening crack just to give them a sense of awareness. Next came his pitchful witch laugh. His mocking laughter grow louder, louder and louder until…

Sora shot up and screamed until she was out of breath. She took a moment to gasp for more air, then broke into panic again. Yamato woke into his senses by reacting to her scream with a lower pitched squirm.

"Ahhh!"

"Ah! Geez, you scared me!"

"I just had this weird nightmare!" Sora exclaimed, placing a hand over her chest.

"Me too…" Yamato whispered and wipted a piece of sweat that formed between his nose and upper lip. "I had a dream that we were captured by Ken and imprisoned in this cave. It was pretty corny if you ask me."

"You mean… you had the same one?" Sora muttered in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?"

Kaizer chuckled in triumph, watching the two of them through bars.

"You're enjoying my company I must assume." He smiled, turning his face slightly. "How cute, you were even dreaming about me."

Sora and Yamato turned around, meeting the ruby and sapphire eyes upon their doom. Sora exchanged glances with the blonde kneeling next to her. They switched back and forth for seconds until they finally got a grip on reality. "Tell me this is not real…" Sora muttered, her arms reached for Yamato, searching for protection.

"No!" The blonde half crawled to the iron door. He reached it and slapped it hard with full force. "Oh, son of a bit—my arm!"

"It's hopeless, don't waste your energy. After all, you two will be here for quiet a long time."

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A/N: no one expected that coming huh? ::grin:: how about a nice review?.