'Oh God! He's heard me!' my mind screamed as the door opened all the way. I gasped in surprise as I saw who was on the other side of it, my eyes wide with fear! And then. Just as quickly as it had come, my fear subsided as Wormmon came through the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him.

At seeing my reaction, Wormmon looked at me with concern. "I'm sorry, Crystal. I didn't mean to frighten you," he apologized quickly as he lowered his gaze to the floor. I got up from my bed and knelt down in front of him.

"Oh no, Wormmon, no need to apologize. I'm just a little jumpy, that's all. It not your fault in any way," I assured him as I lifted his head up to face me gently. At this, Wormmon smiled kindly.

"Hey, how much of what I was saying did you hear?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I didn't here anything," he assured me, and then he went on to tell me what he had come to tell me. "Master has sent me to fetch you for dinner, Crystal. I'd be careful if I were you. He's still not in a good mood at all," he warned me, which I'd really be surprised if he hadn't. He's always watching out for me like that.

"Okay. What is it tonight?" I asked him as we go out the door and start to walk towards the dining room, silently hoping that Wormmon wasn't about to say—

"Sushi."

Yeah, that. Ewww...I hate sushi! But, unfortunately, Ken always insists that I have whatever he's having that night. Oh well, suck it up, Crystal!

I made a face to show my dislike for it, but then quickly replaced it with a docile stare as we entered the dining room and I took my place at the other end of the long table, opposite Ken.

We dined in silence for most of the time, as is what it's usually like when Ken's in one of his moods. I ate my sushi, without complaint and trying very hard not to do something to irritate Ken, like making disgusted faces or gagging. I still hadn't gotten the hang of eating with chopsticks. Hey, what'd you expect; I'm an American girl, not Japanese.

I tried to keep my mind off of the sushi (not to mention the fact that eating with chopsticks seemed impossible for me) with some unanswered questions I've had for a while now...

Why is he trying to take over the Digital World anyway? What does he think gives him the right to take over? How can a kid, who is supposed to be so damn smart, think that this is all a game and not believe otherwise, no matter how much proof he gets or how many times others try to tell him that it's not—?

"Is something bothering you?"

With a small flinch and a blink, I realized that I'd been pushing the remaining sushi around on my plate with my chopsticks absentmindedly and looked up from my plate at the Emperor, who was now staring at me as though I were his entertainment for the night. "Oh no, just thinking," I answered him truthfully.

"Really? About what?" he pressed on, obviously suspicious. He knew me too well by then to know that it's usually involving him in some way when I act like this, and that it's usually never anything good for him.

"Stuff," I simply replied, lowering my gaze to my plate, not wanting to look at him. I didn't want to tell him what I was really thinking, didn't even wanna have a conversation with him at the moment. And he'd know if I'd lied to him. He always knows. But my answer wasn't exactly lying, was it?

Ken was still eyeing me suspiciously. "What kind of 'stuff'?" The tone of his voice had changed. He seemed slightly irritated now, which usually meant that I'd better careful. If I irritate him even more, I could be facing some serious problems in the very near future.

"Just...stuff." Okay, okay, so maybe that wasn't the best thing to reply with. But, hey, it was the only thing I could think of to say! To bad the only thing I could think of to say made him even more irritated.

Ken's calm expression suddenly twisted into his famous death glare as he sat there, staring at me. "There's something you're hiding me. I demand you tell me at once!" That did it. He was clearly not in a good position to be angered further.

But, of course with me and my big mouth, I didn't exactly notice that soon enough. See, he had exasperated me as well, and I let him know it. Before I could stop myself, I shouted back at him, "Read my lips, mind your own damn business! M.y.o.b.!" (Oy! Here we go—round two!)

And with that, got up and stalked out of the room, leaving a very angry Digimon Emperor behind, his whip ready in his hand. I didn't here any noise as I closed and locked the door to my room. Ken was probably totally pissed off by now.

The rest of the night was basically a normal night after a big showdown between Ken and I. Everything was quiet, meaning that Ken had probably gone to his room to calm down. Nobody talked to anybody else for the rest of the night. Even the slaves had retreated for the night. All was still and silent.

I just went about my normal night, determined not to let the argument at dinner get to me. I mean it's not like it's the first time it's happened. We've had major fights a couple times before. It's nothing new.

But only one thing kept coming to my mind. I kept getting bothered by the fact that all the other times I've made Ken this angry, he's basically always come after me later on. I mean, take the last time for example...

We'd fought over him trying to control me, which he still hasn't been able to do completely. After the fight, he came after me the next day when I was taking a walk outside and was about to beat up on me when those digidestined came in and he got distracted with them. Afterwards, he'd forgotten all about it, or at least he'd decided not to act on it. I highly doubt that he'd forgotten.

'But, oh well,' I thought to myself with a yawn as I climbed into bed. 'I'm sure I can take whatever he dishes out.' And with that, my eyelids became heavy and I fell asleep, completely worn out from thinking about it so much...

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A/N: Okay, there's chapter 2. I hope you liked it. I know I enjoyed writing it—

Digimon Emperor: (Raises his hand) I did!

Ya, ya, we know. Now shut up, Ken.

Digimon Emperor: Hey! How many times to I have to tell you to not call me that!

Okay, okay, sorry Mr. Attitude!

Digimon Emperor: (Death glare)

(Ignores him) Okay, anyway...As I was saying, please R&R. If you liked it, that's great. If you thought it was good but you've got some tips for me to make it better, that's all right, too. If you didn't like it and you just wanna flame me, THEN SCREW YOU! As I said before, absolutely NO flames. Constructive criticism is all right, just as long as it doesn't sound too much like a flame.

All right, now that I'm done ranting, I'll get on with chapter 3 so those of you that DO like the story won't try to kill me for not continuing soon. See ya later, buh-bye!