a/n: This and the next couple chapters may seem a bit rushed, the reason being is because... I don't know. Honestly, with the stress from finals coming up and everything, I really don't know anything any more. As for stuff going on the in story, I was only able to do a little bit of research on Japanese schools, so I'm kinda just trying to play things off. By the way, please don't ask me if any of this shit is accurate, because I really have no idea. This chapter is like really all over the place. Also, you all can go ahead and ask questions about the story now. I know I've been lagging it with trying to write out the answers in the chapters.

Oh, and if any of you can guess correctly which state Davis was living in when he was in America, you will get a decently sized snippet of the next chapter or you'll get to know one of the upcoming surprises in the story. It's a bonus if you can guess the city too.

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.

Ayo

The two weeks before second term had gone by quickly, and an unfortunate Davis was still in Japan. After his various attempts to convince hi parents to let him go back to America, all his pleas and begging were in vain. Even after playing the depression card, they still refused to let him take off again. They said he had been gone for too long, and that his possible depression was only a minor case of anxiety. Though after a bit more pleading, they agreed to send him if back before third term if his mind was still set on leaving. Davis didn't believe that he would have a change of heart before then, but his parents thought otherwise, thinking that their son was home for good. He couldn't wait to prove them wrong when he asked for that one-way ticket home. All he had to do was wait until second term was over.

Staring at himself in the mirror dressed in his mandated school uniform, the end of second term wouldn't come soon enough. One of the things he hated the most about Japanese schools was the required uniforms. They stripped him of his freedom of wearing his own, not to mention comfortable, clothes. Shifting uncomfortable in the ugly green blazer he was forced to wear, he untucked his shirt and loosened his tie, all the while muttering about how ridiculous he looked. Exiting the bathroom, he headed over to the nightstand grabbing his wallet and phone, then moving over to the dresser for his headphones. Two years into leaving Japan, Davis had replaced Tai's goggles with a pair of headphones, placing them around his neck. The pair he current had on were a going away gift from his closest friend, they had a custom graffiti design, his nickname painted across the right earmuff.

Gathering a few more things, he headed out the door for his first day of hell. Had he been back in America, first semester wouldn't have started until maybe a week later. He was in no mood for this today, being fully aware of what he was to expect at this new school. Chances were, he'd be the center of attention. With his uniform a bit unkempt and his graffiti covered messenger bag and headphones, he could almost pass off for what they would consider a "delinquent." His Americanized Japanese probably wouldn't help him either, most likely raising a lot of questions. Oh, the fun he would have on his first day.

Seeing the school come into view, he read "Senjiro High School" in big black letters mounted on the front of the main building. Ignoring the various awkward stares he received, Davis headed straight for the main office to get his schedule, hoping that he wouldn't be stuck in any classes with one of them. Though, Davis being who he was, he lucked out again and the universe was laughing at him for it. The only thing that seemed to go right this morning was him being to talk his teachers out of making an announcement of him being new to the school. Sitting in a seat in the back, hoped that Kari wouldn't decide to come over and talk to him. And again, the universe decided to screw him over for the second time that day.

"Hey," she said, taking the empty seat beside him, "aren't you the guy I met at the Motomiya's apartment a while ago?"

"So?" he spoke nonchalantly, "What of it?"

"I was just wondering," she replied, "So you're Davis's cousin?"

He could tell that she was subtly trying to get the truth out of him. There was no way in hell he'd let that happen, at least not now anyway. He was ready to lie his ass off just to keep his real identity a secret, even if it was for only a little bit longer. He knew that she and the others would figure everything out eventually, but he was for certain that it wouldn't be from him.

"Yeah, I just recently came into town."

"Oh, I almost forgot. My name's Kari, what's yours?"

"Call me Ayo," he replied.

"Ayo? That's kinda an odd name."

"It's actually just a nickname," he laughed, "my real name is Daiki."

Kari smiled along with him, "So, where are you from?"

"I grew up in the Kanagawa prefecture," he lied, "around in Yokohama. But for the past couple years, I was living with my mom and Davis in America."

"Oh, really? That's cool."

So far, it seemed as though she was actually believing every word that came out of his mouth. Either Kari had gotten better at acting, or Davis had finally perfected his lying. He began to worry when she had gone quiet for a moment. He hoped that she wouldn't suddenly call him out, especially not while in class on his first day.

"Hey, do you want to hang out with me and my friends after school?"

Davis wondered if that was a good idea. He had his mind set on avoiding any of them as much as humanly possible, hanging with them would be the exact opposite. One of them, most likely Yolei, would call him out on the spot, blurting out to everyone who he really was. He was not going to let himself be put on blast like that.

"Nah, I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Are you sure? It'll be a lot of fun."

Upon being saved by the bell, Davis quickly said goodbye and bolted out the door, also thankful it was the last class of the day. He had gotten out just in time, knowing that he didn't have an excuse to give Kari. What could he tell her anyway? Lie and say that he needed to catch up on school work? Though it was believable, she would most likely opt to help him, having the others tag along with her too. No, he wasn't ready to see them all again just yet.

But a certain blue-eyed boy had different plans in mind.

Despite being able to dodge Kari's invitation, Davis wasn't so lucky as to escape TK. After a quite a bit of guilt tripping and bribing, the blond had finally managed to get Davis to meet up with him. Entering the small noodle shop a block away from his apartment, Davis walked over and sat in the booth where TK was waiting for him. Though he wasn't very fond of him at the moment, Davis was glad that TK stayed true to his word by not bringing the others along with him.

"So, why am I here?" he spoke curtly as he looked down at a menu.

"Wow, Davis, I don't even get a hello?" TK asked sarcastically, "Or should I say Daiki?"

"I'm assuming Kari told you about our conversation during sixth period?"

"And about your guys' 'little encounter' at the apartment."

"Yeah," he replied, smiling a bit, "not gonna lie, she looked like a deer caught in headlights when I answered the door."

A small bit of laughter from the both of them followed after Davis's comment. It seemed to have broken the ice, engaging in an actual conversation after their laughter had calmed down. They talked mainly about how much things had changed in Davis's absence, later switching to what American life was like for him. A few more jokes were throw in between them, making their laughter fill the virtually empty restaurant. They hadn't been able to settle down until their food finally arrived, their waitress asking them to quiet down despite them practically being the only remaining customers.

"Here's your kitsune udon and your chikara udon," she said, placing the bowls onto the table and handing them both a pair of chopsticks.

"Thanks, Eriko," TK said as the girl gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Alright, just try to keep it down," she said before walking away.

"You know her?" Davis asked.

"Kinda," he replied, "she's the daughter of a family friend."

"Oh... hey, wanna know a secret?"

"What?"

"I never really did like noodles all that much."

"Seriously? What about that whole noodle cart dream?"

"You actually thought I was serious about that shit?" Davis laughed, "That was just some bs I made up to give those kids some encouragement."

"So you lied to them, and it actually worked? Wow."

"I was given the crests of courage and friendship," the brunette spoke as he slurped some of his noodles, "not the crest of sincerity. You think I wanna waste my life servin' up noodles? Nah, fuck that."

"Then what do you wanna do when you grow up?" TK asked, his curiosity being sparked.

A bright smile came upon Davis's face at the other boy's words. Turning to his bag, he pulled out a rather large sketch pad.

a/n: No, I don't know if Senjiro is an actual high school, please refrain from asking me that. And no, Eriko is not a canon character, she's just an extremely irrelevant one-time character. Also, please don't bitch about how I'm portraying Davis, characters can change, okay? Gawd, leave meh alone! (I lol'd)

By the way, I'm thinking about doing Kari's POV on "That's Okay With Me." Let know what you guys think of that. And if you haven't read the story already, please do so and review. It's really nice and short, and it'll only take like 5min max to read it.

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