Kitty: HOYO! I'm at Mississippi bored out of my mind I'm can't upload, so I can't write new chapters of my other stories, but I miss writing so much! I've been writing in my head so much that all my unwritten stories are mixing up. I'm not going to do my usual disclaimer. I'm just going to write, as much as I can and as long as I can. Bear with me! I miss my Miky!

I do NOT own digimon. I'm not going to say that anymore by the way.

Searching for their Own Selves

Chapter One

Feeling Weak: Disappearing

"Iori, do you miss the digital world?" asked the lavender haired high school girl. Her strange yellowish eyes glanced down at the afore mentioned boy through the side of her round glasses. He sighed.

"I miss Armadillomon." The brown-haired bowl-cut shorter boy answered. His moss green eyes met hers, "Why do ask, Miyako?"

"Oh, nothing. Ugh, I just want to go back! I felt important and needed there. Even if I got us in trouble or dragged us back some, I felt stronger there, like I'm not here. I'm not strong or needed here in the human world. I'm just a yellow-eyed, purple-haired, teenage girl with no life besides swooning over a guy who'll never look twice at me." Miyako blurted angry and sad at the same time. "Oh, if only Hawkmon were here, he could always say the wrong thing."

"Why would you want to hear the wrong thing?" Iori asked confused.

"Because that would mean it was Hawkmon saying it, of course. He always made me feel better about myself even if he said the one thing I didn't want to hear. It's strange really, but I just feel strong with him, remembering what I was doing, saving two worlds. I can't feel like that anymore. Strong." Miyako hung her head, tears forming at her lashes of her closed eyes.

"Miyako..." Iori started to warn and then shut his mouth. She never heard anything when she pulled herself into her own world.

Miyako felt her head hit and something and then two weights landed on her shoulders. She pulled back a step startled, causing the tears on her lashes to fall to her cheeks. The something was a chest and the weights were two hands. Blue eyes in a pale face surrounded by blue hair appeared before her blurred eyes.

"Ken..." she croaked surprised. She put both hands over her mouth in embarrassment. I just sounded like a toad, in front of HIM! "Ken, I'm sorry I wasn't watching." She mumbled quietly after clearing her throat. She stopped thinking abruptly when she once again met his eyes. Flames raged in the murky dark depths.

"Miyako! How many times do I have to tell you this? You aren't weak or insignificant! You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. And you're one of the most special girls I've ever met. Stop downing yourself, you don't need a digimon to be special, you already are, Miyako." Miyako blinked she'd never seen him so angry before. Or ever heard his voice sound so soft when he said her name.

"Ken?" she asked, unable to believe this wasn't another one of her daydreams or fantasies. Somehow, his hand had cupped her cheek. He pulled away and turned around.

"Never mind. Let's go." She hurried after him, Iori at her heels, angry beyond words under his calm façade.

"Daisuke!" Miyako cried happily wrapping her arms around his waist. He grinned happily back wrapped his tan arms around her shoulders.

"Hey, Miya! I've missed you!"

"You numskull! It's only been two days!" she laughed looking up at him her eyes dancing.

"I know, but that's a decade without you my love!" he dipping her quickly and spun her around. He then fell to his knees and in mock seriousness asked, " 'Will you please be mine? I cannot bear not feeling you within my arms, my lady.'" She giggled at his serious face.

"You've gotten better. 'Alas, my knight, my love. My father has promised me to the High King.'" She answered with tears forming in her eyes. The others laughed and clapped.

"Oh, wow, Daisuke, you looked the part spectacularly." Kari complimented him.

"I think Ms. Mizuno knew what she was doing making Miyako the fair Queen Gwenhwyfar." Takeru commented looking up from the lines.

"Yes, and you make the perfect Sir Galahad." Miyako said, helping Daisuke to his feet.

"I can't believe Ken didn't get Lancelet and I did. I guess he just looks the villain, Sir Mordred." Daisuke said with a bow in Ken's direction.

"Shut up."

"Ouch." Daisuke winced.

As you noticed, the Digidestined were rehearsing lines for the fall play. They had all decided that because they were going so many different directions that they needed to do one club together at school. All agreed drama.

"Kari, the costumes rock! You make the greatest costume constructor." Daisuke said holding up his black tunic.

"I love the background personally. The night looks so real, Iori." Ken said looking up from his script.

"And I care? Miyako, what do you think?" Iori said scathingly without looking over at Ken's direction.

"They-th-they're beautiful." Miyako stuttered trying to put together her thoughts.

"Iori? Did I do something wrong?" Ken asked setting down his booklet and getting up.

"Of course not, I love cowards. If you excuse me, I'm going to get paint. Kari, can you help me? I need to get these supplies back to the tool room." He looked up at her with eyes so angry she immediately got up with him.

"What?" Daisuke gaped his tunic still against his chest.

"I have no idea. Here, let's go over our lines. The love scene still needs working on, we keep on laughing."

"I can't help it, I keep on remembering our first Valentine's Day!" Daisuke said grinning and putting down his tunic.

"Oh, that was a disaster. I gave you a black eye for White Day though, so all went well in the end." Miyako giggled. Ken grumbled below his breath, knowing exactly why Iori called him a coward.

Ken had been in love with Miyako for years now, but when she and Daisuke tried the date-thing a couple years back, he completely gave up all hope, even though she and Daisuke broke up at the end of that year. They still flirted and sometimes kissed, just for practice seeing how they had gone out just for practice in the first place. He couldn't see how a girl like Miyako would go out with a guy like him after having Daisuke, the most popular guy in school... and hottest. Seeing them together at all -even when yelling violent names at each other- sent him over the edge.

"Hey, did a fifteen year old really write this?" Takeru asked suddenly, interrupting Miyako and Daisuke's pledges of undying love. Of course, they were being a 'little' too theatrical.

"Huh? Yeah, she's supposed to be a born writer, a little loony, and a real genius. Actually, she reminds me a little of Koushiro, only, well, loony and supposedly boy-crazy." Daisuke said his hand still pressed against the small of Miyako's back absentmindedly. Miyako tapped her cheek, her other hand still pressed against his chest. She looked up at him.

"How do you know so much? She's from Tokyo."

"Yeah, well, I go there for tournaments you know? A bunch of guys talk about her. She falls in love everyday with a cute guy, goes out with him, and then dumps him the next day for another cute guy. The guys can't help but go out with her though; she's supposed to be a real cutie herself. I caught her name because they were talking about her all weekend when I was in Tokyo for that soccer conference." Daisuke explained.

"Oh? Well, at least she has fun." They both laughed.

"You guys can stop touching each other any minute now!" Ken snapped. "You're not even saying lines. Fuck this, I'm going home!"

"Ken!" Takeru yelped falling off his chair as Ken pushed by.

"Ken, wait, what the in the world is wrong with you and Iori? OH MY GOD! What's happening to me?" Ken whipped around to see Miyako fuzz out like Kari had done when going to the Dark Ocean.

"Miyako!" Ken cried. Takeru jumped up and ran towards Kari's startled cry in the tool room.

"Ken!" Miyako cried grabbing for his hand. Her hands just went through his like she was a ghost and she disappeared before Daisuke and Ken's eyes.

"Miyako!" they both cried shocked as Takeru and Kari cried out Iori's name.

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