I do not own Piedmon ©, Digimon ©, Nami ©, Naruto ©, or Gaara

I do own Brian and others, so once again, no stealing!

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Brian's bag plopped down beside him. He almost jumped off the couch. "Do your homework, Naruto." Nikki said. Brian looked up. She smiled at him, and then with a sigh, walked down the hall leading off the north end of the room. "Rosy, get up please." Brian asked softly. "Why? I like spending time with you, Brian." She said sadly. "I love spending time with you too, Rosy, but I gotta do my homework." He said, hugging her tightly. "You can do it in here." She said. "I'm not gonna be able to concentrate if I'm in here though." He said, stroking her hair. "Besides, you probably gotta go to bed soon." He said. "Yeah, I'm gonna go tell daddy I'm sleepy." She said, smiling.

"Yeah, you look tired." He said, ruffling her hair. She giggled, her pale cheeks turning a light pink. She hopped off the couch and stopped halfway to the kitchen. "Good night, Gaara!" She said happily. "Good night, Nami!" He said, putting his bag in his lap. She giggled again and headed into the kitchen. Seconds later, Piedmon materialized with Rose in his arms, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his hair that was now untied.

Brian glanced at Piedmon as he passed by the couch. Piedmon smiled at him and continued making his way down the hall. Brian got up, his bag hanging off his shoulder, and turned off the TV. He yawned, stretching out. He walked down the hall, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't realized how sleepy he was until he got up. He came to his door, which had a poster of a chibified Gaara on it. He noticed it was left ajar. His dad must have come to tidy up or gather dirty laundry.

He walked into the room and wilted onto the bed - bag and all. He turned over and sighed, looking around. His room, even though had the same violet walls, always seemed to look new due to the new posters and drawings that Brian put up. The majority of the posters was anime-related, most being of Gaara. The other were band posters, most being Marilyn Manson.

Manson always held his interest, and was special than others, not only because of his dark and relevant lyrics, but Brian was named after the feminine Goth-rocker. One who was not a Manson fan might learn of this fact and find themselves in a state of confusion. Of course, if one were a Manson fan like Piedmon, would know he would have the same as Manson's birth name, which was Brian Warner.

He looked up at the poster above his bed. The poster was of an older 16-year-old Hinata. The scene was a dark forest and she wore a Goth outfit, a black corset under a lavender kimono. The top was open to reveal the corset and fishnet over her large chest.

Her silky black hair hung down over her chest, and slightly covered her silvery-white eyes.

He lifted himself off his bed and trudged over to his small desk, his bag still faithfully on his shoulder. He lay the bag on the desk on opened it. He extracted the contents. He placed the CD player in lap and opened up his black zippered 3-ring binder. His eyes scanned the text on the page containing his homework assignments.

Luckily, his teachers decided not to load him up to excess of homework tonight. He only had science, math, and a chapter to read from the book his class was reading. He would read first, record on that; do the science; and tackle the dreaded math last. He grabbed his book, and opened it where the Gatomon bookmark was placed.

He laid the bookmark on the desk and began to read. His teacher, Ms. Leonard, always picked good books. The book this time was Lewis Carol's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. He had already enjoyed this, of course. He finished two chapters, inserted the bookmark, and flipped to his reading log. He quickly jotted down his entry and flipped to the science section.

He yawned and opened his book. He finished within half an hour and turned to the math section. He closed the science book and reached for the math book. He opened it and got to work. He worked for what seemed like an eternity. He started to nod off, the numbers and symbols becoming blurry.

He sat back and looked over his work only one math problem remained. He would finish it in the morning, when he was more coherent. He lifted himself out of the chair, producing a loud yawn. He walked over to the dark brown dresser and extracted a pair of red orange two-piece pajamas. He stripped out of his shorts and shirt, now only wearing his socks and light blue silk boxers. He pulled on the pants and shirt, which was already buttoned, save for the top two.

He walked over to his bed, turning on the radio, which now played a classic rock song from the 80s, and climbed into bed, pulling back the fluffy black blanket, revealing the orange sheets. He laid his head on the yellow pillow, which he had since he was a baby. He turned off the lamp on the side table and quickly fell asleep as "Enter Sandman" played.