Disclaimer: Unfortunly none of us ladies own Digimon . . . Even though Akira would like Matt or Yamaki, I really really want Davis and Takato . . . And Tasuka from Viral State, Turns and looks at Regless, desperately we can't have them. Even though Akira here, won't give up on figuring a way into the TV . . . And CG won't stop dreaming about Impmon, even though CR has already claimed him.
Akira: First I have some things to say to defend myself from these treacherous lies! I don't like Matt or Yamaki! Its none of your business, Sora, whom I like! And no, I don't try to find a way into the #$ing TV!
Sora: Well, Welcome to another chapter of "WHEN COURAGE IS GONE." After those unfortunate words from spit-fire up there, I hope you can enjoy your stay 0o Because once you get in, you can't get out ;)
Akira: Tell me about it, she recruited me to help write this . . . Rolls her eyes in very sarcastical manner I haven't had a hour of decent beauty sleep since . . .
Sora: Hey, what the #$! Do you mean, that you don't want to help!
Akira: Coughs Yes!
Sora and CR: Why you little . . .
Akira: Just joking, can't you two take a joke . . . Hee Hee . . . Smiles weakly, backing very far away Please don't hurt me! Please . . .
Sora: Meanwhile in Takato's universe . . .
Last time . . . On Digimon, Digital Monsters . . .
"Well," muttered Takato, "are you going to finish your tale?"
"Later guys, lets talk at Takato's house . . ." As they walked down the crowded sidewalk towards the setting sun . . .
Chapter Five: "Rika meet Davis, Davis meet Rika's fist"
As the poor fools walked back to Takato's home, otherwise know as The Main Base, or HQ, or as Guilmon unwittly calls it, GRRRRRUUUBBBBBB . . . They ran into the one person who could scare all four of them into #$ing in their pants. And no it was not Miss Asagi, it was Drumroll, please RIKA!
Rika smiled a cruel smile, upon seeing them. Evil flickering in her eyes, "Hi, boys. Who do you have here?" She said, pointing at Demiveemon.
The blue digimon pointed at himself, and said "Who me?"
Rika rolled her eyes, "Yes, you idiot." Then she froze, looking at the digimon. Her eyes widening. "Your a digimon . . . I thought they were all deleted," she said looking desperately up at Takato.
Takato shrugged, "Yeah, but there's been no sign of Renamon."
Rika looked hurt, oddly enough, but kept her feelings inside. She still missed her fox-like digimon, it was painful to even think about it. She sighed to herself, and composed herself. Once more looking stoic on the outside, and depressed on the inside. It was the hiadus of her life, to pretend to be so . . . so upset or calm most of the time.
Takato and the rest just stood there looking at their shoes, sadly comentating what had happened to their digimon partners, when Demiveemon looked up curiously smelling the air. Long trains of drool started to fall from his mouth as he started to run towards Mie's bakery.
Davis looked down at his now soaked shoes, and sort of made a kicking movement to try to get the worse of the drool off to no prevail. Takato snickered, and then looked up at Rika. "Hey come on, it looks like Mom's cooked something tasty, to make a digimon do that. Especially one with that big of a ego."
Rika shook her head in pretended annoyance and followed . . .
Upon reaching the now rebuilt bakery, they saw a very familiar car. Kazu, Kenta, Rika, and Takato all moaned in misery. Yamaki was paying a visit to the bakery. Which usually meant that a lot of money was back to go towards Takato college tution.
Takato shook his head in mirth, who knew that a serious man like Yamaki had a sweet tooth for bagels. He consumed more bagels in a day, then Guilmon did in a month. Where he put them, no one could even guess. The five youths walked in to see Yamaki kneeled down looking in the cases, through the sun glasses they could see the excitement of a little kid in a candy shop. Yes, indeed, Yamaki had went off the deep end.
"I'll take a couple dozen of those, and a dozen of those over there, and are those strawberry treckle tarts any good? If so I'll take three dozen of those, also."
Mie stood there staring, gapping at the amount of pastry one single, bachalor could desire.
"Are you sure, Yamaki? You know too much sugar in your system for a substained amount of time, can cause both obesity and diebetes."
His reply to this was, "So, who cares, I'm starving and I don't want fast food, and I don't want to go groccery shopping. The old lady that's behind that counter, in whatever place I go shopping hates me. I swear she has a glass eye or something." He grinned wiry up at her, gazing towards the doughnuts. "And if isn't too much trouble can I five dozen of those creme filled doughnuts? You make em' so good." He said trying to convince Mie, to let him have his way in food.
"Yamaki, you haven't changed one bit since high school."
"Yeah, I know. So, can I have the food or what?"
Mie just let out a sigh, and waved her hand at her son. "Takato did you get all of that?"
"Yeah mom, I heard everything. Want me to go get it?"
"Please do so." Takato went behind the counter into the kitchen.
All of a sudden everyone heard a yell from the kitchen. "
DEMIVEEMON GET OUT OF HERE!"
Everybody ducked, even Yamaki, as pots and pans came flying out of the kitchen towards the fleeing blue dragon type digimon. "I don't want to know," said Yamaki, taking out his lighter and playing with it again. Mie promptly snatched it away, shaking her finger at the blond man. "No flames in bakery, you of all people should know that! I use a gas stove, do you want to set the whole place on fire!"
Yamaki looked up with a sudden grin, yep he really had gone off the deep end . . . At that exact moment, Demiveemon went running out into the street, a couple of cars hit each other while trying to avoid the digimon. And all chaos began, Yamaki and Mie both sighed and went out the door to help. Takato finally came out of the kitchen, furious at the disarray of the usually impeccable cooking room.
Later that day, the five friends were sitting in Takato's room. Listening to Davis trying to tell his story, "Now, where was I?"
"How about you start from the beginning, and explain to me why someone off a cartoon is sitting right in front of me?" Asked Rika, raising one of eyebrows, elgently.
"Well, I ran away when I was five . . . This is sort of how it all started . . ." Davis's eyes spaced out, remembering one of the worst, and yet best week of his young life.
Sora: So I left you with another cliff-hanger, Akira's idea, okay people, not mine.
Akira: Thanks a lot, now I'll get blamed. I'm the one who's putting this in type, not you. All you do is tell me what to write, don't I get any credit around here!
Sora: No. Also, I found a digimon for you.
Akira: Oh great, just #$ing great another disturbance! How is a poor lonely artist like me supposed to make time for a digimon! I don't have time to write me own storys, much less yours, and watch a digimon!
Sora: Too bad, I already told her that she could be your digimon. And be glad its a she, and not a coughs HE . . . You don't want to end up like poor Yolei . . .
Akira: Hangs her head, and whimpers So, so tired . . . Let me out of this room, please let me out of this room! Let me watch the TV, or listen to the radio. Give me a precious book or something! Just not anything doing with a DIGIMON!
Sora: Yep, she needs a straight jacket. Lets her sister out the room for five minutes, and listens at the door Hmmm . . . lets see what Akira is doing. Walks into living room to hear mass explicative, that we're not even going to think about putting into this story. Because Akira is hitting the TV, with anger in her eyes.
Akira: When does CSI: Miami come on! #$ you CBS, #$ YOU! You come on every day, except the day she finally lets me out! Starts to sob, hysterically All of a sudden the comercial ends, and there is Horatio Caine. Akira starts to watch intently as Sora looks at her watch counting down seconds, soon five minutes is up and Sora drags poor Akira, who is kicking and screaming back into the computer room forcing her to type this.
Sora: There, you got see exactly 30 seconds of CSI: Miami. Be happy, all right? Anyways, here is your new digimon partner. LadyImpmon, please step into the room . . . And be happy, poor Akira that's a virus type digimon.
Akira: You know how I feel about virus's, now please let me go watch TV, I only get to watch this show sparingly, so pretty, pretty please, let me go watch my Favorite TV show!
Sora: Okay, okay, but only if you take your new digimon with you. She likes CSI also, espically Horatio.
Akira: Freezes with a silly grin on her strange exhausted face, as she goes off skippy singing, Fa la la la la . . .
