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Chapter Three:

As Kouji and I enter our first class, he drags me to his table, pulling out the chair for me. I blush and sit quickly, trying not to draw attention to myself. He pulls his chair closer to me, placing one of his hands atop mine. I can't help but blush more.

"Why do you blush so?" he asks in his angelic voice.

I shake my head before answering, "I...I just can't help it. I'm sorry."

He smiles kindly to me; a smile that I will learn takes my breath away every time, and replies, "There's no need to be sorry."

Before I can reply, our math teacher walks in, calling the class to attention. As the class begins to pull out a blank sheet of paper to write down the numerous math problems down, Kouji scribbles something down a second piece of paper. Sliding it gracefully and quietly to me, I accept his note, unfold it quickly and read its content.

Anja, would you like to come over to my house this afternoon? It's very important that you do. –Kouji

I scribble a quick response and pass the note back. I peek over to him to see his response—that breath-taking smile. Just after the class has finished copying the problems, an office aid enters the room, handing a note to our teacher. The short, bald man reads the notes, scribbles something on the chalkboard and exits the room. After reading the instructions, I look over to Kouji. His face is unreadable.

"Come on," he says in a low voice, taking my hand, "I need to talk to Kouichi."

I nod weakly and follow him out of the room. It appears that the school was being shut down for the day due to reasons the teachers did not want the students to know. Around the corner, I see Kouichi stuffing text books into his locker. Kouji pulls me along with him as he rushes over to his twin. No words were exchanged, but the look in their eyes was intense. I suppose it's a benefit of being a twin, knowing what the other is thinking without asking or being told. For some reason, I'm jealous of their closeness, for being an only child can be lonely. Kouji turns around and looks into my eyes intensely, pulling me closer to his body. The blush returns to my pale face.

"We need to go to my house, quickly," he whispers in a low, quick voice.

I nod my head once more as he grabs my hand to drag me once more. We weave in and out of other students who are obviously delighted not to have lessons today. Kouji and Kouichi don't seem to be has cheerful as our fellow classmates, which makes me wonder what's going on.

Soon, the three of us arrive to Kouji's beautiful house. He leads Kouichi and me through a gate and up the path to the house. As we enter the house, we slip off our shoes and go upstairs to Kouji's room. Kouji collapses on his bed, cell phone in hand. I sit down next to him, a bit confused and Kouichi hovers near the door.

"Hello? Is Takuya there?" Kouji asks into the phone, "Hey man, can you call up the others and head to the park? Great, see you there in a few."

"What's going on?" I ask, rather confused.

Kouji shakes his head, "I'll tell you on the way."

Ten minutes and one odd conversation later, Kouji, Kouichi, and I arrive at the park. I wore a confused look and the twins seemed amused. As we waited for their friends, I try to collect my thoughts. The shock of hearing the twin's tale as sent my mind, and true personality, elsewhere. Ignoring the fact that Kouji is the most amazingly cutest guy in the universe and I am a shy person, I reveal to them the other side of my; the side that is more outgoing.

"So you mean to tell me that you and your friends travel to an alternative universe and change into digimon to fight evil?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," the twins reply in unison.

"And you're telling me that I'm one of them?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, I believe you."

"You do?" Kouichi asks.

"Yes, I believe the two of you are on drugs."

Kouji frowns and moves to sit next to me on the bench, taking my face in his hands, "Please, try to understand. If were joking around with you, would we still have straight faces? If we were high, would I still talk the same? Or would I slur my words together?"

I sigh in defeat. Logic was on my side, but his reasoning, not to mention his lovely voice and my love for him, won me over. I nuzzle into his hands, shutting my eyes halfway. He smirks at my reaction and pulls me close.

We wait for a few minutes like this, Kouji holding me close, me snuggling close to him, and Kouichi texting on his cell phone.