TriceroDragon: Sorry I've taken sooo long to update, my summer has been
hectic. But, I got several positive reviews on the last chapter, so we'll
see where the story takes itself to next shall we? Just in case any of
those angry, non-Disclaimer seeking lawyers are hanging about; I don't own
Digimon, or any related material. Toei, Disney, and Sensation Animation do!
Don't Sue Me! I would also like to apologize to Kari fans for painting her
in such a "home-wrecker" type of light. And... I wonder if Izumi knows she
ends a fight just like Takuya does in this fic... Those things being said,
we join Takuya and Davis where we left them in the last chapter...
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Time and Love Again
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Davis began to laugh raucously at what he believed to be his little joke. Takuya's scowl grew deeper and redder by the minute. Gradually, Davis calmed down enough to speak coherently. "You're a real trip Takster, you know that?" Davis said, still snickering a little. "It's not funny Davis. I seriously don't know what to do" Takuya said, not even caring that Davis was calling him by the nickname he detested.
"You know, this is going to sound girly but, I have GOT to call Ken and TK! They are gonna bust a lung when they hear about THIS!" Davis said, bursting into uproarious laughter once again. "Whatever..." Takuya said dully.
Meanwhile at Izumi's house with her and Darren... "So what's your plan Breezy?" Darren queried, calling her by his nickname for her. "Simple; I keep Hikari Yagami's boy crazy hands off of him long enough to snag him for myself" she said plainly. "Do you think he'd like this?" she said, holding up a V-neck sweater with a matching denim skirt that went to her ankles. "Depends," Darren said. "Is he a heterosexual male?" Darren said, laughing. "You really do NOT want to go there Darr, not a very safe place" she said, her eyes narrowing menacingly. Now, either Darren missed the slightly threatening tone in her voice and the hostile look flashing in her eye, or he thought that she was joking, because he went on. "I wonder what he'd say if you showed up on his doorstep looking like that" Darren said. This sparked an idea for Izumi, but she pushed it into a corner for now, because her focus was on killing her best friend. Now Darren noticed Izumi's menacing glare as she advanced on him. "Uh, Izumi? Why've you got that mur..." He never got to finish his sentence as she tackled him to the floor. The big guy was pinned under Izumi's white and purple high-tops, as she brushed a golden strand of hair from her face, smiling triumphantly. Darren's arms were crossed beneath her foot, pinned to his chest, like a mummy in a sarcophagus.
"Aggh, get off me! You're crushing my lungs!" he half-laughed, half- pleaded, trying to appeal to Izumi's more compassionate side. He failed. "Are you calling me fat, Darren Xavier Trent? Because if you are, I might just. Have. To. Hurt. You!" she said, applying more pressure to his chest with each of her last words. "Say 'Uncle'!" she yelled. "Uncle!" he gasped out. "Say 'Izumi rocks and is Queen of the World'!" she yelled again. "Izumi rocks and is Queen of the World!" he yelled out. This satisfied her and she removed her foot from his stomach. He turned his head to the side, exhaled, and inhaled loudly, rasping, trying to catch his breath. "Serves you right for calling me fat! Hmph!" she said tossing back her head arrogantly, and turning back to her closet to rummage for another outfit. Darren sat up, and returned his seat to its upright and locked position. He sat back down in it. "So Breezy, how do you plan to keep Hikari away from Takuya?" he asked. She stopped rummaging and sat down on her bed facing her friend. "Well... I haven't arrived at that stage of my planning yet... that is to say, I don't know" she sputtered out. "Maybe you'd like my help on this? It might help us both get what we want" Darren pointed out. "You like Hikari? Since when? Wait, don't answer that" Izumi said. "Anyway... If I keep Hikari busy, you'll have time to snag Takuya" Darren said. "Okay, sounds like a plan" said Izumi.
* * * *
Late Saturday morning found Izumi walking to Takuya's house, wearing the denim skirt and the sweater combo she'd shown Darren the day before. Arriving at his doorstep, she nearly lost her nerve and ran for home, but she stood her ground. She rang the doorbell. About 15 seconds later, Mrs. Kanbara answered the door. "Hi" Izumi said sheepishly. "Are you looking for Takuya?" Takuya's mother asked. "Of course, yeah, Takuya!" Izumi said, forgetting for a few seconds why she was there. "What's your name Miss?" Mrs. Kanbara queried. "Izumi Orimoto" Izumi replied, scratching the back of her head with one hand. "Izumi? Aren't you Takuya's little girlfriend?" Mrs. Kanbara said.
At this, Izumi was more than a little peeved, but she hid her irritation skillfully. "Is he home?" she asked. "Yes, come in," Mrs. Kanbara said "He's just finishing his breakfast. Izumi walked into the Kanbara's little kitchen. Takuya looked up from the cereal bowl from which he was slurping the last remnants of soggy flakes and cold milk. His cheeks were stuffed to bursting, like a chipmunk, and not prepared for such a surprise. Izumi jumped back a bit as milk and small fragments of cereal were sprayed across the room. "Well, that's quite a way to greet a girl" she pointed out offhandedly, stepping back into the room. "Well, umm, uh... Why are you here anyway?" he stammered out, trying to shake the spotlight. "Because I wanted to speak to you; in private if you don't mind?" she said. "Umm yeah sure, this way... I'll be there in a sec...." he said, pointing the way to his room. She made her way to the end of the hall to Takuya's room. It was a disaster area. Clothes strewn everywhere, hanging from the door, on the floor; papers covered the floor so completely, Izumi was only able to see little snippets of shag carpeting here and there. His trademark red jacket was tossed haphazardly on the window seat, Saturday morning cartoons blared from the television and his goggles were hanging from the headboard of his bed. Izumi sighed and began to do a little damage control.
Meanwhile Takuya was utterly confused. 'What to do, what to do! Why is SHE here and now of all times?' He paced the kitchen in anguish, shaking his head and holding his face in his hands. Suddenly he realized something. He looked up. "Oh crap!" he exclaimed, turning and speeding down the hall to his room.
In the meantime, Izumi looked up from the piles of papers she was organizing and sighed. Takuya was cute and all, but he was THE biggest slob. She continued her work in silence, piling all the papers that carpeted the carpet into a tidy stack on Takuya's desk. Suddenly he burst through the door. "So sorry, so sorry about the mess!" he gasped out. He looked around. "What happened here?" he said, puzzled. Izumi barely concealed a deep scowl, and an irritated tone. "I happened here, Takuya. Your room was a disaster area. I figured you might want a little help cleaning." She forced out through half-gritted teeth. Suddenly her mood made a complete U-turn. "So...." she said, drawing out the word in a voice as sweet as honey and as light as a butterfly's wings, "What do you want to do?" she said in that sweetly innocent voice. It disturbed Takuya on a mental level, her speaking to him so sweetly, so dreamily... No, but it couldn't be; could it?
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Time and Love Again
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Davis began to laugh raucously at what he believed to be his little joke. Takuya's scowl grew deeper and redder by the minute. Gradually, Davis calmed down enough to speak coherently. "You're a real trip Takster, you know that?" Davis said, still snickering a little. "It's not funny Davis. I seriously don't know what to do" Takuya said, not even caring that Davis was calling him by the nickname he detested.
"You know, this is going to sound girly but, I have GOT to call Ken and TK! They are gonna bust a lung when they hear about THIS!" Davis said, bursting into uproarious laughter once again. "Whatever..." Takuya said dully.
Meanwhile at Izumi's house with her and Darren... "So what's your plan Breezy?" Darren queried, calling her by his nickname for her. "Simple; I keep Hikari Yagami's boy crazy hands off of him long enough to snag him for myself" she said plainly. "Do you think he'd like this?" she said, holding up a V-neck sweater with a matching denim skirt that went to her ankles. "Depends," Darren said. "Is he a heterosexual male?" Darren said, laughing. "You really do NOT want to go there Darr, not a very safe place" she said, her eyes narrowing menacingly. Now, either Darren missed the slightly threatening tone in her voice and the hostile look flashing in her eye, or he thought that she was joking, because he went on. "I wonder what he'd say if you showed up on his doorstep looking like that" Darren said. This sparked an idea for Izumi, but she pushed it into a corner for now, because her focus was on killing her best friend. Now Darren noticed Izumi's menacing glare as she advanced on him. "Uh, Izumi? Why've you got that mur..." He never got to finish his sentence as she tackled him to the floor. The big guy was pinned under Izumi's white and purple high-tops, as she brushed a golden strand of hair from her face, smiling triumphantly. Darren's arms were crossed beneath her foot, pinned to his chest, like a mummy in a sarcophagus.
"Aggh, get off me! You're crushing my lungs!" he half-laughed, half- pleaded, trying to appeal to Izumi's more compassionate side. He failed. "Are you calling me fat, Darren Xavier Trent? Because if you are, I might just. Have. To. Hurt. You!" she said, applying more pressure to his chest with each of her last words. "Say 'Uncle'!" she yelled. "Uncle!" he gasped out. "Say 'Izumi rocks and is Queen of the World'!" she yelled again. "Izumi rocks and is Queen of the World!" he yelled out. This satisfied her and she removed her foot from his stomach. He turned his head to the side, exhaled, and inhaled loudly, rasping, trying to catch his breath. "Serves you right for calling me fat! Hmph!" she said tossing back her head arrogantly, and turning back to her closet to rummage for another outfit. Darren sat up, and returned his seat to its upright and locked position. He sat back down in it. "So Breezy, how do you plan to keep Hikari away from Takuya?" he asked. She stopped rummaging and sat down on her bed facing her friend. "Well... I haven't arrived at that stage of my planning yet... that is to say, I don't know" she sputtered out. "Maybe you'd like my help on this? It might help us both get what we want" Darren pointed out. "You like Hikari? Since when? Wait, don't answer that" Izumi said. "Anyway... If I keep Hikari busy, you'll have time to snag Takuya" Darren said. "Okay, sounds like a plan" said Izumi.
* * * *
Late Saturday morning found Izumi walking to Takuya's house, wearing the denim skirt and the sweater combo she'd shown Darren the day before. Arriving at his doorstep, she nearly lost her nerve and ran for home, but she stood her ground. She rang the doorbell. About 15 seconds later, Mrs. Kanbara answered the door. "Hi" Izumi said sheepishly. "Are you looking for Takuya?" Takuya's mother asked. "Of course, yeah, Takuya!" Izumi said, forgetting for a few seconds why she was there. "What's your name Miss?" Mrs. Kanbara queried. "Izumi Orimoto" Izumi replied, scratching the back of her head with one hand. "Izumi? Aren't you Takuya's little girlfriend?" Mrs. Kanbara said.
At this, Izumi was more than a little peeved, but she hid her irritation skillfully. "Is he home?" she asked. "Yes, come in," Mrs. Kanbara said "He's just finishing his breakfast. Izumi walked into the Kanbara's little kitchen. Takuya looked up from the cereal bowl from which he was slurping the last remnants of soggy flakes and cold milk. His cheeks were stuffed to bursting, like a chipmunk, and not prepared for such a surprise. Izumi jumped back a bit as milk and small fragments of cereal were sprayed across the room. "Well, that's quite a way to greet a girl" she pointed out offhandedly, stepping back into the room. "Well, umm, uh... Why are you here anyway?" he stammered out, trying to shake the spotlight. "Because I wanted to speak to you; in private if you don't mind?" she said. "Umm yeah sure, this way... I'll be there in a sec...." he said, pointing the way to his room. She made her way to the end of the hall to Takuya's room. It was a disaster area. Clothes strewn everywhere, hanging from the door, on the floor; papers covered the floor so completely, Izumi was only able to see little snippets of shag carpeting here and there. His trademark red jacket was tossed haphazardly on the window seat, Saturday morning cartoons blared from the television and his goggles were hanging from the headboard of his bed. Izumi sighed and began to do a little damage control.
Meanwhile Takuya was utterly confused. 'What to do, what to do! Why is SHE here and now of all times?' He paced the kitchen in anguish, shaking his head and holding his face in his hands. Suddenly he realized something. He looked up. "Oh crap!" he exclaimed, turning and speeding down the hall to his room.
In the meantime, Izumi looked up from the piles of papers she was organizing and sighed. Takuya was cute and all, but he was THE biggest slob. She continued her work in silence, piling all the papers that carpeted the carpet into a tidy stack on Takuya's desk. Suddenly he burst through the door. "So sorry, so sorry about the mess!" he gasped out. He looked around. "What happened here?" he said, puzzled. Izumi barely concealed a deep scowl, and an irritated tone. "I happened here, Takuya. Your room was a disaster area. I figured you might want a little help cleaning." She forced out through half-gritted teeth. Suddenly her mood made a complete U-turn. "So...." she said, drawing out the word in a voice as sweet as honey and as light as a butterfly's wings, "What do you want to do?" she said in that sweetly innocent voice. It disturbed Takuya on a mental level, her speaking to him so sweetly, so dreamily... No, but it couldn't be; could it?
