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Oh Noes! My Hair!

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"Mom, I have to go out!" Kouichi called out the next day after school.

Ms. Kimura rushed to catch her son before he left. "Not so fast! I have to take you somewhere first. You and Kouji get ready," she instructed. "I'll hurry and finish dinner up."

"But Mom, it's urgent-"

"Kouichi..."

Sighing, Kouichi nodded and went to get his brother.

"Yeah...so..." he heard Kouji mutter.

Curiously, Kouichi stood outside his brother's room, pressing his ear against the closed door to hear better.

"No. I know. Yes, I'm going to. I'm not stupid, Junpei. Shut up. Of course. No, she hasn't forgotten. I haven't either! I already told you, I'm not; Well, I'm glad you were listening the first time! Huh? Kouichi? Oh..."

Kouichi froze and backed away from the door as he heard his brother's approaching footsteps. Innocently, he positioned himself to knock just as Kouji opened the door. "Uh, Kouji, Mom wants you to get-" He took the phone as Kouji shoved it in his hand, then finished, "ready. Get ready. We're apparently going somewhere."

"Whatever," the younger twin grumbled, heading to the living room.

"Hello?" Kouichi muttered into the phone. "Junpei?"

"How'd you guess?"

Guiltily, Kouichi laughed, "Guess I'm psychic? Anyway, tickets?"

"Have them."

"You'll have to drop them off in the mailbox or give them to me right now. Or, better yet, I'll pick them up later."

"Done," Junpei replied. "See you later."

"Right." Kouichi hung up and headed into the living room, where Ms. Kimura sat by her youngest son. "Mom, is he okay?"

"I'm fine," Kouji snapped, crossing his arms and looking away.

Now grinning, Kouichi looked to his mother. "Mom...?"

With a sigh, she nodded. "Very well..." she murmured, standing up as Kouichi walked over. "Just...hurry up. We need to go soon."

"Right."

Kouji's eyes widened. "Y-you...wouldn't..."

"What do you think?"

"No!" the younger twin yelled, attempting to scramble away and Kouichi began to tickle him. Between fits of laughter, he managed to yell, "N-no! Kouichi! Come on, give me a break!"

Kouichi snickered and returned, "Not until you tell us what's wrong!"

"Nothing! NOTHING!"

"Kouji, did you call your father?" Ms. Kimura suddenly asked.

The two boys stopped and looked at their mother. As he felt Kouichi stare at him, Kouji nodded quietly. "Yes, Mom..."

Quietly, Ms. Kimura headed to the door. "Hurry up, now. We need to go."

The twins scrambled after their mother, Kouichi after Kouji. Sighing, Kouichi shut the door and paused as his mother locked it. May the days before Dad comes back be long, he hoped, looking at his brother.

Whatever conversation had taken place didn't bode good news.

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"Uh...why are we here?" Kouichi asked, suddenly freezing as soon as his mother pulled up in front of a salon. "Don't tell me..."

"NO!" Kouji yelled, hands flying to his bandana and hair. "Leave it alone!"

Ms. Kimura shook her head. "Kouji," she told him, "We aren't cutting your hair. We're cutting Kouichi's. You're getting a trim."

"SWEET!"

Kouichi's eyes widened in horror. Grabbing onto his seat, he stuttered, "N-no...wait...I...I DON'T WANNA GO THERE! I'd sooner trust Kouji!"

Kouji raised an eyebrow. "Really...? Because I have a brilliant idea..."

"On second thought, let's go!" said Kouichi, hastily jumping out of the car.

Stiffly, Kouichi walked in, stopping at the sight of the first person in the shop.

Hideki.

"Mom, can we please go somewhere else?" the boy begged, near tears at the thought of what would happen if Hideki cut his hair. "Please?"

"Kouichi, all the employees here are well trained. I'm sure you'll like it!" she insisted, going to the front desk.

In the back of his mind, Kouichi shivered as he thought, Hideki? Well trained in the art of cutting hair? EVEN KOUJI'S BETTER. Shivering again, Kouichi took a seat and shut his eyes.

Kouji sat by his brother, eyes glued to Hideki. "He is not trimming my hair," the younger boy declared, jabbing his brother's shoulder. "Hey! Did you know he worked here?"

Opening his eyes, Kouichi shook his head warily and replied in a small voice, "Didn't...have...a clue."

"He's going to ruin our hair...especially mine!"

I'm afraid to think about my own...why can't Mom do it? He voiced his thoughts aloud, "Why can't Mom do this...?"

"Because," Ms. Kimura answered, walking over and taking a seat beside her sons, "you have to look nice for Monday!"

"But Mom-"

"Kouichi, you go up first."

Gulping, Kouichi stood up and stared. "N-no...way..." he muttered, slinking to the empty seat and staring in horror as Hideki walked over with a raised eyebrow. Swallowing, Kouichi warned Hideki, "I will...murder...you...if you ruin my hair."

"That's what your twin plans to say too, huh?" Hideki asked. "Shush, shush...I know a style Kako likes!"

"NO!"

"Relax!" Taking out his scissors, Hideki grinned. "Oh, yeah, the girls'll just love you now..."

Kouichi fought with himself to not scream in horror. He shut his eyes and prayed silently that Hideki wouldn't do too much damage.

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"I look...stupid," Kouichi finally said, staring into the mirror. "Absolutely...stupid."

Frowning, Hideki replied, "Just wait for Monday! It'll grow out a little by then, and it'll look perfect! Man, I'm good!"

The boy groaned, "Why couldn't you trim Kouji's hair, too?"

"Because I'd ruin it beyond repair and would be sued by your mother, then tossed out without a job?" he offered. "But, if it makes you feel better, I'll ruin it next time! Don't worry, don't worry, he won't attract many girls!"

"I DON'T WANT TO ATTRACT ANY!" Kouichi barked.

"So you say..." Hideki had a sly grin plastered on his face. "So you say," he repeated casually, "but what's the truth, Kimura...?"

"Kouichi, are you done?" Kouji called out.

Hopping out of his seat, Kouichi placed both hands on his head to cover his hair and declared, "Yes, and hopefully for a very long time!"

Smiling, Hideki called out after him, "Believe me! You'll be a magnet!"

Kouji sent his twin a questioning look. "Magnet?"

Kouichi sighed and explained, "Hideki thinks his all powerful hair cut will supposedly attract girls. I want my hair back!"

"Do you want to be a girl?" the twin asked.

"NO!"

The younger boy grinned. "You have your answer!"

"But my hair..." wailed Kouichi.

"SHUT UP ALREADY!"

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"Kouji?"

"Hm?"

"What did Dad say?" Kouichi asked his brother softly as the stared at the TV, a controller in each of their hands.

Kouji fell silent.

"Kouji..."

Drawing a breath, Kouji murmured, "He told me...he'll be coming back in June. And...he wants me to move to Hawaii with him...and..."

"Move?" repeated the older boy.

Kouji nodded.

Kouichi put down his controller and stood up to stretch. "So," he said, "what are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

Turning off the game console, Kouichi told his brother, "Whatever you do, make sure you're positive of the choice. And remember your promise."

Watching his brother head to his room, Kouji really wondered what he wanted-a life with his mother and brother where he could be with his friends, or with his father, stepmother and new sibling, future unknown?

Either way, he would definitely be hurt by the choice he made.

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Saturday morning was gray and cold, a bad omen in Duskmon's eyes. All of his eyes, in fact. Even as he walked down the streets, he did so with the knowledge that he was being followed. Turning around, he glared down at a little boy in a hat. "Amateur stalker," he snorted.

"Are you Kouichi's digimon? Hi! I'm Shinya, Takuya's little brother. So...does that mean you're Lowemon?" Shinya babbled.

Duskmon frowned. The child seemed fearless, and in many ways like his brother. With a sigh, he snapped, "Do I look like Lowemon?"

"No."

"Do you realize what an insult that is?"

Shinya beamed and replied, "No? Well, I doubt you're Blitzmon, I mean...'blitz,' thunder, you know...and Agunimon's fiery, so that leaves you to be Lowemon! And you look too scary to be Lowemon. Kouichi doesn't look scary. Kouichi's nice! Well, unless he's really ticked off. Takuya told me he punched Kouji one time when he was really, really sick."

Wordlessly, Duskmon continued walking, getting annoyed as soon as he realized the child wasn't giving up. Turning around, he stuck out his blade and demanded, "What do you want, kid?"

"To know who you are."

"Duskmon. Now leave!"

Now frowning, Shinya shook his head. "I can't do that! See," he told Duskmon, "Tomoki and I had a small talk, and I was just wondering, where are the other spirits?"

"Coming to make sure I don't destroy little pipsqueaks like you."

To Duskmon's chagrin, Shinya wasn't the least bit terrified. Instead, the boy grinned widely and said, "That's kinda like all the threats Takuya makes! Are you sure you aren't Agunimon?"

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The warrior of corrupted darkness was losing his patience fast.

Making a face, Shinya muttered, "Okay, okay...just how many other spirits are there?"

Duskmon's answer dripped heavily with sarcasm, "Two thousand, eight hundred and fifty-nine."

"Tomoki told me there's ten!"

"Do the math, kid."

"Do you have another form?"

"Yes, and it eats runts like you for lunch. Beat it, kid."

"What's its name?"

What would Kouichi do...? Duskmon looked around and muttered, "Lowemon." Lowemon appeared beside Duskmon, a confused look on his face. "Take care of the runt before he dies," Duskmon muttered, slinking into the shadows and slowly disappearing.

Lowemon stared at Shinya, then shook his head. "You're Shinya, am I correct?" he asked politely.

"Yep!" Shinya replied, beaming.

A smile graced Lowemon's lips as he murmured, "Then I congratulate you on annoying Duskmon. So, what is it you were bugging him for?"

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Tomoki frowned at the computer for the longest time before he gave up and went to get a bite to eat. If his brother were at home, maybe he could figure it out, but...

"Why'd he have to be so old?" Tomoki grumbled, stuffing a bagel into his mouth. Things would be getting harder than he could imagine.

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Kouichi refused to get out of bed. When he did, he refused to go outside. Unfortunately, he had to, as Junpei had the tickets. Once he picked them up, for some reason, he didn't want to go back inside. Instead, he headed to Saito's bookstore and decided to read for a while.

I must have finished at least five books now, he thought, flipping the page in a bored manner. I don't want to read...I don't want anymore lessons...I just want to sleep, and hide this stupid haircut.

"Haircut?"

Kouichi looked up and nodded. "Hi, Mr. Saito," he murmured.

Mr. Saito chuckled, "That isn't the problem, is it?"

"Frankly, I don't know what the problem is."

"You'll see soon enough." The man paused, then smiled. "A new customer. I'll talk to you later."

"Right..." Kouichi returned to his book as Mr. Saito walked away.

"KOUICHI!"

He looked up with a start, shock on his face. "Wha-whe-who-" he stuttered, looking around wildly.

Shinya ran over and plopped down beside him with a grin. The boy then yanked the book out of his hands and yelled, "Guess what?"

"...Takuya didn't murder you?"

"Yeah, that too, but guess what else?" he asked excitedly.

Kouichi shrugged. "Um...Lowemon, help me out here..."

"Other than the fact that he can see us," Lowemon said with great patience, "Shinya might as well be the next Bokomon."

Silence. "You're...kidding," Kouichi said in disbelief. "How much did you tell him?"

"Everything. He's quite interesting."

Kouichi shook his head. "So, Bokomon, what does Ophanimon have planned for us?"

"No clue," Shinya answered, flipping through the book. "Sheesh, this is boring..."

The older boy frowned and muttered, "No wonder Takuya's out to get him. He's worse than Kouji."

"Oh, yeah, how's Kouji? Tomoki says he seems jealous! So does Lowemon!"

"What?"

"Nothing," Lowemon assured Kouichi with a nervous laugh. "Come on, Shinya, I need to tell you more about the Digital World!"

Shinya got up and eagerly followed the digimon, leaving Kouichi and his books. Frowning, Kouichi stood up and thought about Lowemon's behavior.

First a party, then...Kouji jealous? Why are they spouting things that make no sense? Digimon can be so weird, he decided. Now...I think I'll go look through Marise's diary, staring blankly at blank pages...wondering...how...I'll ever find that locket.

After all, he had nothing better to do.

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Kanaye typed furiously at the computer, wondering why he was even bothering. I've assured he can't get in. None of them can. Not without the code. So why am I bothering? It was a question he pondered many times. But despite that, he continued to type away.

Ai refused to talk to him at all. He didn't care. Not when he was so close to reaching his goal...she would apologize later, anyway. Everything was going just as he planned. No one would catch on, not even her. Especially not her. She would regret even calling for this.

"Soon," he murmured, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

It would all come together in his favor soon.

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Dinner was quiet.

Kouji kept picking at his food. Kouichi felt as if his stomach was non-existent. Ms. Kimura ate quietly, wondering what was wrong with her sons. After she left for bed, the two still sat there, picking at their food.

"H-hey...Kouichi?" Kouji asked in a barely audible voice. His voice was almost timid, something that surprised the older twin. "What do you think...I should do?"

Everything fell quiet once more before Kouichi spoke up. "Depends on what you're talking about exactly," he said slowly, his eyes locking with his brother's. There was a blank look on his face. Only, he knew exactly what the younger twin was talking about.

Kouji snapped weakly, "You know what."

"Enlighten me."

"Y-you know...well, about several things. First...well, I didn't tell you the whole story, but Dad has a new business, right?" the younger boy whispered desperately. Kouichi nodded. "Well, he wants me to move to Hawaii, right? But...but that means leaving everything behind."

'I don't understand. Mom wouldn't want us to move. Why are we moving?' Kako's diary entry came flashing back into his mind. 'I miss everyone back at Shibuya.' Was that how Kouji would feel? Shutting his eyes, Kouichi let out a frustrated sigh. Everything was more complex than it looked. One second, the answer would seem so simple. The next, ten other answers joined it.

"Kouichi?"

Opening his eyes, Kouichi blinked in surprise. "Uh...I...Kouji, I can't really answer that. Several factors determine the answer. Like, how long would you stay there? Would you coming back? And...would you visit?" When his brother sighed, Kouichi forced a smile and continued, "You know, as long as you can visit, it's fine. What would be the real problem is if you never did visit. I really don't want our family to be separated again. I'd prefer Dad rejected the offer, but...that would be bad business, huh?"

Kouji looked at his food miserably, silent while Kouichi put away his plate and came back. "The other thing," he said slowly. "I...I need advice on that more than anything."

"What is it?"

"So," Kouji said quickly, hoping it wouldn't be too suspicious if he said everything quickly, "Suppose this guy forced a girl to date her, but the girl only did it because she wanted to make guy two jealous. But guy two was oblivious and guy one slowly fell in love with girl one. And then girl two asks guy two out, and guy two accepts, and girl one is jealous, and guy one is jealous that girl one is jealous and guy two is the one she really loves. What...should guy one do?"

"W-well...uh..." Kouichi stuttered. He seems to be asking all the questions I can't answer. "Well, can't guy two...just open his eyes?"

Kouji dropped his head. "But then...guy one will be sad...and..."

Sighing, Kouichi looked at the ceiling awkwardly. "W-would it work if guy two was with girl one and guy one was with girl two?"

There was silence once more. Kouji stood up and nodded, "Yeah, but...I don't think the guy one with girl two would work. Other than that...I guess..."

Smiling crookedly, Kouichi asked, "So what was that about?"

Kouji just shook his head. "Nothing," he replied softly. "Is it okay if I skip dishes tonight?"

"I'm fine."

"Thanks." Kouji stood up and headed to his room.

Kouichi stood alone in the room, shivering. '...the girl only did it because she wanted to make guy two jealous. But guy two was oblivious and guy one slowly fell in love with girl one. And then girl two asks guy two out...' The worst part was he knew pretty much exactly what it meant.

He didn't want it to be true.

Kouichi quickly did the dishes and headed to his room. Maybe he could forget the whole incident during the night.

Maybe. Hopefully.

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"He's still asleep?"

"Uh...I guess."

"Wow, how late did he stay up?"

"This is my stupid fault...I should have helped him with the dishes..."

A sigh. "Well, we could always let him sleep in..."

"NO!"

Kouichi opened his eyes and sat up. "W-wait...don't tell me..."

"Morning, sunshine," Kako replied with a smirk. "I like your haircut."

Turning red, Kouichi laid back down and pulled the covers over his head. "I'll wake up when the nightmare's over."

"GET OUT OF BED!"

"OW!"

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"Sheesh, you didn't have to kick me!" Kouichi snapped, wishing more than anything that he had his hat.

Kako shrugged, examining her ticket in a bored fashion. "It was either that or wait. And I'm not exactly the most patient person in the world."

Kouichi caught her staring at his hair. Glaring, he snapped, "Leave my hair alone."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're staring! That's enough. And it's your brother's fault in the first place!"

Kako's face betrayed her surprise. "Wow, say what?"

Kouji frowned. Rolling his eyes, Kouichi asked, "You don't even know where he works?"

"Well," Kako said slowly, "He works all over the place! I just never knew he would choose a hair salon...of all places..." She fell quiet for a while, imagining her brother cutting Kouichi's hair and then bursting into laughter. "Gosh, that's a good joke! You sure it wasn't an evil twin?"

"OH! I'm wearing my evil twin shirt!" Kouji exclaimed proudly.

Kouichi froze. "Uh...gee...thanks..." he mumbled awkwardly, not sure what to think. "We all have to know that..." Please tell me we're almost there...

"Okay, we're here!" Ms. Kimura announced. "Kouichi, you'll call?"

"Yep."

"Good." As soon as the three got out of the car, Ms. Kimura waved and said, "Be safe, and have a good time!"

Kouichi nodded and they headed to the entrance.

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A/N-

Short chapter, sorry. See, I was looking for amusement parks that were hopefully real that they could go to, but they all seem so kiddy. So, imagine an amusement park like the Hanayashiki one in Asakusa or just imagine Great America. Grr...Now that I look at the maps, I believe I may have screwed up in one area or another...

Anyway, about chapter 35...

You know the feeling when you have summer vacation (w00t) and then you come back to school and they randomly give you a math test? That isn't the best example, but that's what happened to my brain. See, Sakai, Kawai, the name only has two letters different. Actually, only one letter difference. One letter's out of place.

So, I attempt to blame my stupidity on the break. Can't do that. It's a bad habit, actually. It's like me writing stupid instead of student. My hands shoot for the 'pid' instead of the 'dent.'

Once more?

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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