a/n: It's finally here, the chapter you've all been waiting for... okay, not really. Just letting you know, you're probably gonna be extremely disappointed in this chapter because I like literally barely started writing this two hours ago. Yeah, I managed to finish in two hours, working nonstop.

Anyway, you guys are probably wondering why I hadn't updated this story for two weeks. One of the reasons why I didn't update is because I had written a gift fanfic for you guys. It's a short one-shot that I think you'll all like if you're a fan of Kari. Its titled "City Lights" and I really think you guys should read it and review I love it you when guys give me feedback. I love it as much as a fat kid loves bacon (and trust me, that's a lot of bacon). The other reason why I didn't update was because... well, I just didn't feel like writing. Sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Digimon, it's characters, etc. in anyway, shape, or form. I do NOT own anything that is under copyright law that is mentioned in this fanfic.

Angry Noodles

After almost more than two months of hearing TK's pleas and dodging the others, Davis had finally agreed to meet up with them. Nervously waiting in the noodle shop for their arrival, it felt like the return home all over again. Anxiety taking over his mind, making him think about the worst case scenario. Even if it may not have seemed like he cared, Davis didn't want them to hate him. He admitted that he had practically abandoned them four years ago, but he hoped that they wouldn't hold it against him for too long. Save for Yolei, none of them were known to hold grudges... for very long.

An upturning feeling began to settle in the pit of his stomach, the same feeling that plagued him during the taxi ride. Oh yes, the events of that night were most definitely repeating themselves, rushing himself to the restroom. Feeling the acidic bile rising in his throat but nothing coming out, Davis only dry heaved a bit before spitting into the toilet. Leaving the stall, he moved to the sink, splashing some cold water onto his face. He needed to get himself together, he thought. If the others saw him like this, they would know something was up and start coming at him with questions. To their knowledge with the exception of TK, he was Daiki Tanaka, Davis's Japan born cousin from America. They had no idea that it was actually him who was back in town, even Kari had dropped her doubts after a little bit of convincing from both him and TK.

Taking in a deep breath, he shuddered as he raggedly exhaled to let it out. All he had to do was make himself look convincing, just keep fronting for a little longer and he'd be set. It was only one little meeting, it wasn't like he was going to hang out with them again after this. Davis still had every intention of leaving right after Paint Academy, his parents agreeing to let him leave early after engaging in another argument. Looking at himself in the mirror, he put on a nonchalant face and exited the restroom. Just to his luck, the group had arrived right when he finished with his little "episode."

Wonderful.

It was too late to back out now, they were already here and Davis had no way of leaving without raising a few questions. Flashing a fake smile as they sat themselves at the booth he occupied, he began to rack his brain for excuses to leave. Coming up short, it was obvious that the universe wasn't on his side this time. He would have just have to sit through this until it was over, pretend that he actually wanted to be there and lie to their faces, something he was beginning to make a habit of. Davis began to shift uncomfortably when he saw that all eyes were on him. Not much to his surprise, Yolei was the first to speak, but what she said had caught him a bit off guard.

"For Davis's cousin, you sure are cute," she giggled, "my name's Yolei, by the way."

"Uh, thanks...? I'm Daiki."

"Hello, I'm Cody," said the younger boy next to her, extending his hand to him, "It's nice to meet you, Daiki."

"Likewise," Davis replied, shaking his hand.

He began to study the two closely, neither of them seemed to give off any hints of suspicion. They seemed as oblivious as hoped they would be, not suspecting a thing. Davis began to think about how pathetic he was being, lying to his former friends like this and hoping they would never figure him out. For someone who held the crest of courage, he sure was acting like such a coward. In all honesty, he didn't quite understand why he was keeping up this charade. He had nothing to hide and nothing to lose, so what was the whole point of this anymore?

Davis hated it when his conflicting feelings would begin to clash, especially at times like these. It would always feel as if he was at war with himself within his own mind. His logic would be telling him one thing while his desires would be telling another. Always exact opposites, never helping him make up his mind. First he would be contemplating about telling the truth, only to end up flipping the script. This new habit he developed of being indecisive was beginning to get on Davis's last nerve. Either he told them or not, they would eventually find out anyway. What was the point in putting it off? What was there to be scared of?

"You guys..." Davis spoke hesitantly, "I have something to tell you."

All eyes were on him again, he was the center of attention. This was it, no more lying and no more "Daiki." He was going to tell them the truth, regardless of what his mind was telling him. Davis had never even really understood why he started this in the first place. It was so stupid, so childish, just something to avoid confrontation. He had to stop it now before it escalated any further.

Opening his mouth to speak again, he was quickly interrupted before another word was able to escape his lips.

"Are you guys ready to order?" the waitress asked.

Davis let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, he had changed his mind the second before she showed up. Maybe now wasn't the best time to confess. He would eventually tell them, but just not now... or possibly ever.

"Yeah," TK started, "I'll have the tempura udon."

After ordering their food, the others seemed to have forgotten the announcement he was about make. Now, he was quietly listening to the conversations around him as he picked at his barely touched noodles. Everyone else had already finished and he was the only one left with an almost full bowl. Stirring the now lukewarm noodles, his thoughts began to travel elsewhere. He wondered what his friends back home were doing. Knowing J, he and the rest were most likely at another show. Almost as if his mind was being read, Davis felt his phone vibrating against his chest, signifying that he had an incoming message. He grasping the phone that hung around his neck and read the text.

Message from Tek, Nov 20, 3:22p.m.

Eh, J just killed it on stage! Everybody wishes you were here, for real.

Davis smiled, reminiscing about the last time he had been to one of his friend's shows. It had been two days before he supposed to leave for Japan, and had also happened to be his birthday. It was the last show of the summer and right in the middle of his friend's set, he announced that it was Davis's birthday and that he come up on stage. After quite a bit of encouragement from the audience and being dragged by his friends Tek and Benny, they finally forced Davis on stage. Then J, along with the entire crowd, began to sing Happy Birthday to him. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, but was also one of his happiest. Having his friends and an audience of more or less than two-hundred sing to him felt amazing, even if it was just the birthday song.

Reply to Tek, Nov 20, 3:23p.m.

Don't trip, you're all gonna see me soon when you guys come out here for Paint. :D

Letting his phone gently fall back down to his chest, Davis looked up to see everyone staring at him. Ignoring them, he called over a waitress and asked for a to-go container for his untouched udon. Moments later, Eriko had come back out with the container he requested and a brown paper bag. Since having already paid for the food, he saw no point in letting it go to waste. After putting the noodles away, Davis began to wonder why the group was still staring at him.

"What?" he said, sounding more like a demand rather than question.

Right off the bat, Yolei asked why he had been so quiet this whole time and who he was texting earlier. Yes, typical Yolei.

"I just didn't feel like talking," he replied, "and who I was texting is none of your business."

"You were texting Davis! Weren't you?" she accused.

Davis was quickly becoming annoyed with the lavender haired girl, putting him on the spot like he knew she would. He never did like that about her, always getting into people's business and never bothering to mind her own. Girls like her wouldn't last in LA, being beaten down the minute she began to pry.

"Why you wanna know?" he asked, the annoyance evident in his voice, "Not like he'd be mentioning any of you. Never bothered to talk about guys before, so I highly doubt he'd say something now."

Yolei had gone quiet at his words, none of bothering to speak after his little "confession." Though it was somewhat heartless, Davis had spoken the truth. He never talked about any of them to his friends in America, he never even bothered to think about them while he was gone. To this day, he still hadn't mentioned anything about any of them to even his closest friends. It was almost as if they had never existed in his life, even now they still felt a bit like strangers to him.

After a long silence, Kari decided to speak up.

"Is that true?" she asked, "He never told you about us? About anything?"

Davis saw the hurt in her eyes, he was beginning to regret telling them part of the truth. Look at the rest of them, he saw that their reactions weren't so different. It was too late now, he couldn't take back what he said and it was already up in the air. Though he didn't want to, maybe one last lie could ease the tension.

"No, he did tell me one thing," he said hesitantly "...he told me not to you tell that he was coming back to Japan. He wanted it to be a surprise."

No, lying had just put him in a deeper hole.

a/n: Oh my god, so much disappointment. Yes, that wasn't as dramatic as I was intending the meeting to be. Originally, I was gonna have all this dramatic shit happen, but since I rushed this, I didn't have a chance to. Maybe when Davis comes clean (if he ever does), I'll be able to add all that in.

Anyway, I bet you're all wondering what the hell was I talking about when I was typing out Davis's texting scene. When I mentioned his phone hanging around his neck, I was implying that he has it hanging around his neck along with his keys on a lanyard. Recently, I've noticed that a lot of my friends that play soccer wear FIFA lanyards with their phones, keys, and shit dangling around their neck. Honestly, I think that's kinda stupid because I know their shit is gonna get jacked easier, but whatever.

Okay, I don't feel like answering more questions, so feel free to ask in the reviews and I'll answer them once I get some sleep. By the way, I'm thinking about doing reviewer shoutouts next chapter, just saying.

Oh, and yeah, the title was for lulz. Read, review, and fave please... but mainly review. :D