Sora: Raining...

CR: Hiss

Sora: I thought that you were a fox digimon?

CR: Shut up...

Chapter Twenty-six: Pawn of the Darkness

Davis stepped away, watching his cousin's face light up with understanding. Takato apparently found that the idea was a good one. It was then that the Gogglehead paused.

"That costs money, Davis."

"I know."

"I don't have any money, Davis."

"I know that, Takato. That's why I'm going to loan you some of mine, free of interest!"

"What's the catch?"

"Just don't tell Rika I had anything to do with it!"

"Deal!" And with that the two boys shook hands.

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"That's it! They had to steal it!" Rika almost screamed, grabbing her jacket from the hook on the wall. Renamon sighed, getting up. It looked like Rika was going to search the bakery from top to bottom for the missing book, "And if they do have it... Well, heaven help them!" And with that, the fiery girl set out with her Digimon right behind her.

When the duo arrived at the bakery, they didn't see the small Digimon that darted into the building. It was DarkDemiVeemon, and he was the spotter for the three Goggles. The little dragon darted into the boy's room and hopped up and down.

"She's here! Hurry, hurry!" Squeaked DarkDemiVeemon. The cousins all lunged for the window; they singled out of it by grabbing the overhang above and hauling themselves up onto the roof. Now all they had to do was not fall off and not to make any noise. Rika came into their room, her violet eyes scanning it. She saw no Goggleheads and no journal.

Rika growled and marched back out the door. Three heads looked in the window, their hair hanging down. The boys looked side to side, looking for Rika. When they didn't see her, the three jumped back into the room landing on top of each other. Their Digimon popped out of the dresser drawers, holding their poor noses. After all, this was the room of THREE guys... Those poor creatures...

"Is she gone?" Taijin asked, his dark eyes darting about the room. The other two ran to the door and peered out. There were no violent maniacs to be seen, so they assumed that they were safe for the moment.

"What are we going to do with the journal?" Davis asked, his mind working over time to figure a way out of the mess. It was then that Takato had one of his few bright moments.

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Rika came stomping into her room, scowling. She had walked all the way over to the bakery and back for a book that she couldn't... There, sitting on her low table, was the book she had been looking for. It was sitting in plain sight. The girl gaped. This was impossible. She had spent a good hour searching for that thing, only to find it sitting in plain sight. This was starting to get irritating.

'I searched high and low for this thing, all across the city, and it shows up here!' Rika growled at her thoughts, grabbing the book and marching off to write in it. She didn't see the grinning Gogglehead in the shadow nor did she see the flash of light as he used his Gestalt to port out.

Taijin grinned as he appeared back in his room. The other two were pouring over a catalogue. Taijin came up behind them, looking over their shoulders. It was a catalogue of jewelry. Normally, Rika would sock anyone that came up with the idea to give her something so girly. But the pages the two were on changed Taijin's mind.

On the pages were all sorts of dark pendants. The two were pointing at a skull and crossbones one that was made out of black jewels. Taijin looked at the one they were pointing to. He read the price and read it again. Takato was going to be paying Davis back for ages.

Takato was rethinking this gift. That price... It was three years of his allowance! And what if she didn't like it? What was he to do then? He'd be stuck with a grouchy Rika and a greedy Davis. Takato had to admit it; Davis was a little bit too greedy sometimes. It was going to be a long week until her birthday.

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Mytoismon walked down the corridor. Not that he was seeing anything. The body of data that looked like the vampire lord was being manipulated by invisible strings of power. Sorta like a puppet, the body but no brain. The data package walked into the huge room and stopped, before it was the creature that was using it. It looked like a squid. At least, it would have if anybody on been there to see it.

That creature was, you guessed it, Dragomon. He had used a humanoid digimon's form because he knew that humans had a thing about slimy creatures. A vein appeared in his forehead. He could have sworn that he had heard someone call him slimy (A/N: Nya! Nya! Haha!).

Dragomon smiled, remembering how easy it had been to lure the human Tsumi into the darkness. The boy had a bad home life. When he was faced with a vampire one late night, he had easily fallen to the dark side. Dragomon chuckled. What evil creatures humans were.

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White hair brushed, check. Face squeaky clean, check. Clothes in perfect state, check. Boots both tight and polished, check. All in all, he was perfectly dressed. Davis smirked at himself in the mirror. Tonight was the night that he was interviewed by a reporter. Apparently, he was so popular in West Shinjuku that people were demanding to see his face on the T.V.

Davis grinned, walking out of the bathroom. He had to get down to Channel Two's station in time for the seven o'clock show, which he was going to be interviewed on. Davis grinned, walking down the stairs to the bakery. There his aunt stood, a camera clutched in her hand. Davis gulped; he hated it when Aunt Mie took his picture. She smiled at him, motioning for him to hold still.

Davis went along with her, standing in one place long enough for her to take a few pictures, and then he was out the door. Considering that the station was all the way across town, he started out early, not wanting to be late to his first interview.

Davis though, found that West Shinjuku was bigger than he thought. By the time he arrived at the station, his feet felt like he had walked over hot coals. He entered the front door and walked up to the desk.

"Davis Matsuki. I'm going to be interviewed today..." He told the sectary, which had a hand over the speaker of the phone. She looked down at the day's schedule and nodded when she saw his name.

"Go on back. The make-up rooms are down that hall." The young woman motioned towards a hall. Davis nodded and thanked her before he headed back. Davis walked back into the hall, stopping when he saw the make-up rooms. He stood there a moment before looking around. He found nobody back there to help him. After all he didn't know which one was the guest room.

"Oh, you must be Davis!" Davis turned, hearing a voice. It belonged to a woman that had come out of one of the make-up rooms. Apparently, she was one of the reporters from her outfit, one that was classy, "I'm the one that's going to be interviewing you! My name's Tori Nakamura."

"Yeah, I'm Davis." Davis answered, nodding quietly. Tori smiled at him before checking her watch. It was almost time for the show. She quickly looked at the young man before nodding. He didn't need make-up.

"Okay, Davis. In a couple of minutes, the show will start. Okay?" Tori asked him, watching the boy for any signs of panic. She got none. The boy seemed as emotional as a rock. Tori quickly strode to the stage where the show was being taped and sat down. She loved her job.

"In three, two ..." The cameraman held up his finger for the one, but did not say it. This was common practice in T.V. because if the one was said it might be picked up by the camera as it turned on. The red light above the camera came on and so did Tori's smile. The camera zoomed in on her face as she announced who was on the show that night.

"And here is our first guest, teenage singer Davis Matsuki! He recently arrived on the band scene by singing for the Lounge Lizards. Davis, how is it up on that stage?" Tori had turned to the seat Davis had sat down in. He hadn't quite expected her to get to it right away.

"It's a unique feeling." Davis answered, his mind repeating a mantra of 'be calm, don't show emotion, be calm, don't show emotion'. Tori looked at him, expecting him to say something more. Davis scowled in his mind before saying some more, "Um, up on stage, there are all those lights and people, mostly the fan girls, swooning so it all really blows your mind."

Tori smiled at the boy before continuing with the rest of her questions.

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Leiko sat in front of the T.V. watching Davis trip his way through the interview. He was so cute when he was embarrassed! Leiko could almost see Davis slump over, but he didn't. Poor Davis, he just wasn't made to talk to people.

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Tori continued, her eyes now glimmering at the question, "It's said that you write your own songs. What are the lyrics about?" Davis' eyes grew wide at this question. He had been hoping to avoid this one. His mind quickly came up with a half a dozen different answers, none of them true.

"They... they're about... um, about..." To say that Davis seemed a bit flustered was an understatement. The boy just didn't know how to answer this.

"Well?" Questioned Tori, her eyes all glinty at his inability to answer the question. Davis gulped before answering.

"They're about this girl..." Davis trailed off, his eyes shifting off to the side. Tori leaned forward, her eyes wide with the hunt of the answer.

"Oh?"

"I kinda like her..." Davis trailed off again, his cheeks a little red.

"What's her name?" Tori asked him, hoping against hope that he would answer her question.

"Nu-uh! If I said her name, the fan girls would rip her to pieces!" Davis exclaimed, his cheeks now a bright red. Tori leaned back, sensing that she wasn't going to get anything more out of the boy. She quickly thanked Davis for his time and let him go.

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Meanwhile, back at the bakery, Takato was now face first on the floor. He had walked into the living room to hear his cousin say that. The result was him tripping over his own feet and landing on his face, which he had to admit hurt like hell. Takato pulled his head up so that he could look at the screen.

He knew exactly who Davis liked. He was pretty sure of it. The boy had fallen for the fan girl, Leiko. Must have been around the time he saw her in that kimono. Taijin walked in and stared down at the fallen Gogglehead.

"Had an accident?" Taijin asked him, jumping on the couch; which sent the sleeping BlackGatomon, who had been sleeping on one of the seats, into the air. That cat really didn't like that. Taijin blinked at the hissing Digimon before turning to Takato again, "Auntie says that there are too many Digimon in this house."

"I wonder why she says that? Maybe it has to do with them eating everything!" Takato turned to glare across the room at his own Digimon, who was chowing down on a melon. Who knows where he got a melon in the middle of winter.

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Sora: There! Now, let me sleep!

CR: Sleep... Ah...

Sora: Snore...

CR: snorts in sleep and rolls over

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