a/n: Okay, chapter 2 is finally here after a week long wait. Kinda disappointed that I only got 3 reviews, but I realized that some reviews is better than none, so it's all good. I appreciate those of you who took the time to even just click on this fanfic and maybe skim through it. Anyway, this chapter is somewhat rushed, because you know... the holidays and stuff. Also, I forgot to mention that this story is an AU. I'm completely disregarding the epilogue of Adventure/02 because... well, just because I can. :D

By the way, I suck at writing out dialogue for characters with speech impediments, so DemiVeemon might have better pronunciation than he originally did the show.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Digimon, it's characters, etc. in anyway, shape, or form. Also, I do NOT own anything that is under copyright law that is mentioned in this fanfic. This fanfic is done purely for the FREE enjoyment of others, and I am in no way making any profit from this.

Wandering Thoughts

Staring at the alarm clock beside his bed, Davis saw that it was already 10a.m. It seemed like he had shut his eyes just moments ago, only to be wide awake again shortly after. So many things were cluttering his mind, his anxiety prevented him from getting any sleep. He had told himself over and over again that there was no reason for him to feel this way. His overwhelming thoughts were taking over him, and the loudly shrieks coming from the little digimon at his door weren't helping either.

Big brown eyes seemed to grow even wider with excitement at the sight of his partner's return. Frantically running across the room, DemiVeemon climbed up onto Davis's bed, beginning to jump up and down happily on the young man's stomach.

"DAVISH! You're back! You're back!"

Davis smiled, seeing his old digimon again seemed to be the only thing that gave him some comfort. It had been years since the two had seen each in person, and he had missed the little blue creature immensely. When Davis had left for America, he had to leave DemiVeemon behind. His aunt refused to have any pets in the house, and considered the poor digimon as just that, a "pet." Save for the very few video calls he made home, this was the first time in four years that the two were together again.

"I misshed you, Davish!" DemiVeemon said, hugging the young man's arm.

"I missed you too, buddy," Davis replied.

He wondered if DemiVeemon had told the others about his return. Despite having him promise not to say a word to anyone, he was still a bit uncertain. The digimon was known for slipping up from time to time, and the few doubtful thoughts in the back of Davis's mind weren't giving him any reassurance. He knew that if Vee had accidentally leaked any information about him, the others wouldn't brush it aside as nothing. And judging by the most recent messages on his D-Terminal, they were far from finally forgetting about him. Davis figured this was what he got after taking off to America to run away from his problems. He knew for sure that he would never regret leaving, but at the moment, he regretted ever coming back.

"Davish, will you come with me to the park today?"

Davis hesitated for a moment, he wondered if it really was a good idea to go out around town. The thought of running into one of the others didn't exactly sit well with him, complication wasn't something he was into. And he sure as hell wasn't in the mood for a little "reunion" either. Besides, chances were, he'd be able to convince his parents to send him back before second term began. They had known from the start Davis wasn't too keen on returning to Japan. If he convinced them enough to make them believe he would truly be unhappy here, his ticket back to America would be practically in his hands. In short, he didn't think there was a need for him to let anyone else know about his "short" return.

But what if I want to see the others again?

The thought had been lingering in the back of his mind for so long that he had almost forgotten it was there. He was so hell bent on resenting and never returning to this Odaiba that he hadn't stopped to think of all the good that could come of his return. This could be his chance to start over again, like he had done in America. Finally show them what he really was about, no longer the same dopey kid they had once known.

No, he had to get himself out of this fantasy-dream. There was no way they would so willingly accept him again after what he did. He had lied to them, making fake promises about keeping in touch. He ignored them for so long, trying to erase them from his life. Davis wasn't as naïve as to think that everything could be made better again just because he decided to come back. Though, at the moment, he wished things were that simple.

I'm going to have to face them sooner or later.

"Know what, Vee? Sure."

"Yay!" DemiVeemon exclaimed as he began to bounce on his chest again.

Maybe being back wouldn't be so bad after all.

As soon as Davis had stepped out of his room, he was immediately bombarded with suffocating hugs and questions from his mother. He understood that she hadn't seen him in four years, but it wasn't like she didn't know if he would ever come back or not. She had asked ridiculous questions about anything and everything, all the while force feeding him large amounts of eggs and rice, claiming he had gotten "too thin." It wasn't until more or less than an hour later was he able to get out of her death grip, telling her about his promise to take DemiVeemon to the park.

"Oh, alright," she sighed, "I have to go to the store anyway. Are you sure you'll be fine alone?"

"Yeah," he replied, "I'll be fine. We're not gonna be at the apartment very long anyway."

"Do you have a key? You should c-"

"Mom," Davis exclaimed, cutting her off, "I'ma be okay. You don't need to start trippin' out."

"Fine," she said, gathering her purse and keys, "I have my phone if you need me... I'm just so glad you're home."

The overwhelming feeling from last night started to come back to him at the word "home." Davis didn't understand why he felt so conflicted about being in Odaiba again. It seemed as if it became such a touchy subject ever since he got off the plane. Words of denial running across his mind, telling him over and over again that he didn't belong here anymore. Despite the fact that he would never admit it, a small part of him knew that Odaiba would always be his home.

"Davish?"

The sound of DemiVeemon's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, Vee?"

"Can we go the park now?"

"Oh..."

In all honesty, Davis was still feeling a bit of jet lag from the plane ride. Though he didn't want to disappoint his partner again.

"How about I take a quick shower and then we'll go?"

The little digimon huffed in impatience, "Fine."

Davis sighed as he stepped into the shower, going under the curtain of streaming water. A little known fact about him was that he loved cold showers. He liked the icy sensation that coursed through his body when the cold water hit him. He was never much of a fan of hot showers, them tending to leave him feeling sleepy and weak. Being enveloped by the electrifying intensity of the cold always left a smile on his face, being satisfied by the refreshing feeling.

Grabbing the bar of soap, a glimpse of the tattoo on the inside of his right wrist could be seen. Pausing for a moment, he began to reminisce of the tattoo's meaning, and the other two who bared the exact same letters. They were the first to befriend him when he had gone to America. He remembered how one of them had suggested that Davis get a tattoo before he left for Japan, as something like a "souvenir." After various silly arguments about it, he finally gave in, only on the condition that they both get one too. That is how the three old english styled became permanently inked onto all three of their wrists, bonding them sentimentally and somewhat physically.

Davis continued on with this shower, staying in there long enough just to rid the sleep from his system. He didn't want to be caught half-asleep while at the park, not again. He had learned his lesson the first time, unintentionally taking a few soccer balls to the face. Shutting off the water, he exited the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. He opened the bathroom door to see DemiVeemon running toward him.

"What's up?"

"Someone's here," he replied, slightly out of breath.

Davis groaned, taking another towel with him to dry his hair as he walked over to the front door. Right when he finishes his shower, someone just has to come over. He wondered who it could possibly be, most likely just some door-to-door salesperson.

Upon barely even opening the door, it was quickly slammed closed again.

"Vee! What the hell is she doing here?" he whispered harshly.

"Oops, I forgot," the digimon replied nervously, "Kari always takes me to the park on Fridays."

You have gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

a/n: Yes, I know I felt a lot of things still unanswered. Don't trip, you'll get them soon in the later chapters. Also, sorry for kinda leaving you guys on a cliff hanger type of ending, I'll try to write chapter 3 as soon as I can.

So anyway, please read and review etc. And only flame/bash if you can come up with a valid argument, otherwise, please keep the batshit insane to yourself.