Digimon World Tour Chapter 18: City of Love, a digimon fanfic

Digimon World Tour

Digimon Adventure 02, Digimon Adventure, Digimon Data Squad, etc. 1999-2014 Toei Animation, Akiyoshi Hongo, Studiopolis, Saban Brands, etc.

Author's Note:

I'd just like to make a clarification. In the last chapter, I indicated that Greg had a fear of drowning (much like Cody from Adventure 02). And yet, you may be thinking that there was a character inconsistency on my part because I mentioned he enjoyed being at the Sydney Olympic Park Aquatic Centre. Well, here's the thing. He enjoyed the water slide, the water playground, and such. However, he was heavily intimidated by the intense depth of the water and the jets pushing him back. There's a difference between the fear of drowning and a general fear of the water. (Besides, Cody's aquaphobia, although I'm thinking it's closer to thalassophobia [fear of the sea] was exclusive to the English dub.)

Also, this is perhaps one of the more romantic and racy chapters as two of the characters become romantically involved... in what could be the wrong order. Don't worry they'll be using protection. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter 18: City of Love

Greg

Before we shipped off to Paris, we spent a few days at home with our loved ones. We told them about all we'd done. Well, except for the Digimon part initially. However, Marcus called me up one afternoon and convinced me that Agumon was given free reign of the Damon household.

So, I introduced the family to Veemon. Mom was charmed, but Dad... "Greg, what is this thing!?" "This is not a thing, Dad. This is Veemon, my friend and partner. You see this?" I ignited my DigiSoul in my fist. "This, makes him grow." "Yeah!" Veemon chimed in. "It talks too?" Dad asked in shock. "Yes, he talks. And he's quite intelligent, too. Veemon, what's the square root of 64?" "Eight," he promptly answered. "Good. Who wrote 'December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night)'?" "Bob Gaudio and Judy Parker." "Very good. If x times seven equals 35, solve for x." "Five," Veemon answered with a smile. "Those were simple math problems, that doesn't mean anything," Dad countered. "I'm sorry, honey, you know our lease doesn't allow pets," Mom added. "He's not a pet. He's a member of the family," I insisted, dousing the digital flame. He thought it over. "Hmm... all right, we'll say he's from your side of the family, Valerie," Dad decided. "Spencer!" Mom chided.

When we arrived at the airport, it seems T.K. brought a surprise guest with him: his mom, Nancy. Apparently, her father- and consequently T.K. and Matt's grandfather, lived in Paris, so she was going to spend some time up there. We took yet another Dassault Falcon 5X, loaded everything up, and took off. Soon, we were high up in the sky and headed to the city of romance. The pilot agreed to turn a blind eye to the Digimon, so they were free to roam around the cabin. I never thought I'd say this, but that's why I like Dassaults. They're so roomy, so comfortable.

Marcus quickly settled into his chair, put on a pair of headphones, and went to sleep. I wondered what was going through his head. Probably something dirty. Marcus is always good at that.

["Ah! Rika!"

Originally written as "Ah! Leah!" by Mark Avsec and Dominic Ierace

Lead Vocals: Marcus Damon (Quinton Flynn)

Backing Vocals: Renamon (Mari Devon) and Agumon (Brian Beacock)]

Once again, we enter the mind of Marcus Damon, as he fantasizes about his new steamy hot girlfriend/lover, Rika Nonaka. At least, in this fantasy anyway. This video cuts between two similar yet different scenes. The first, is a basic performance of Marcus and his band against a set with flamethrowers, with Gaomon at drums, Greg on electric guitar, Veemon on bass, Paul Oakenfold at the synthesizer, Agumon and Renamon on backup vocal, and Marcus on lead vocal.

Rika struts onto the scene wearing a very hot blouse (think her broken heart shirt, but with more provocative coloring) and very tight blue jeans. Marcus is in his second-half-of-the-season outfit (black T-shirt, brown cargo pants, red and white jacket) at the microphone, and he certainly likes what he sees.

Marcus:

Rika, it's been a long long time
You're such a sight, you're
Looking better than a body has a right to
Don'tcha know we're playing with the fire
But we can't stop this burning desire, Rika

Marcus strips down to his swimwear and dives into what appears to be a pool of oil. Rika strips down to a two-piece bikini and dives in, as the two go to it.

Marcus:
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Is it ever gonna end?
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!)

Back to the band performance, as the heat intensifies. At the appropriate time, we go back to the oil wrestling.

Marcus:
I see your lips and I wonder who's been kissing them
I never knew how badly I was missing them
We both know we're never gonna make it
But when we touch, we never have to fake it, Rika

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Is it ever gonna end?
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) We ain't learned our lesson yet

During the instrumental bridge, the oil begins to ignite around them, but surprisingly, nobody's getting hurt. In fact, nobody except Greg is noticing the fire, and he starts freaking out a little. Veemon silently reassures him. Unlike the artist he's covering (Donnie Iris), Marcus doesn't have to put on the nerd act. He's hot just the way he is.

Marcus:
Baby, it's no good. We're just askin' for trouble.
I can touch you, but I don't know how to love you.
It ain't no use! We're headed for disaster.
Our minds said, "No!" But our hearts were talkin' faster, Rika!

The rest of this video doesn't need to be explained. It's essentially Marcus and Rika playing dirty. We'll have to let you come up with your own conclusions.

Marcus:
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Rika Rika Rika

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Ah! Rika, Rika, Rika!
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) We're never, ever, (Marcus: Here we go again) ever gonna make it yeah!
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) AH! RIKA!
(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again (here we go again)

I think Robert Frost put it best. "Some say the world will end in fire,/Some say in ice./From what I've tasted of desire/I hold with those who favor fire."

Marcus:

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH RIKA!

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) We're never gonna make it!

(Renamon/Agumon: Ah! Rika!) Here we go again

We then zoom out of Marcus' head and back to the real world, where Marcus is smiling as he's fast asleep.

T.K.

Matt called a meeting on the plane so we could discuss the new album. "OK, guys, I've actually got an idea for this one. We'll call it D.T.R., which is short for 'Define the Relationship'." "So the songs would mostly be about romance and the like?" Thomas asked. Matt nodded. "Sounds pretty appropriate, considering most of us are in relationships already," I said, squeezing Kari close beside me. "Painfully obvious, isn't it?" Thomas quipped.

"Aww, are ya sad because ya don't have a girlfriend?" Veemon teased. Then Greg put his hand on the Austrian's head and nodded for him. "Uh-huh, well he sure is," he said. Thomas just brushed the hand away. "Please. I haven't found my intellectual equal," he explained.

Agumon spoke up. "Ya know, Thomas, maybe you should stop being so selective. Take Boss, for example. He said that he'd bang anything that moved, whatever that means." Mom gasped. "Do you even know what that means?" she asked him. "No, I don't." "It means to engage in sexual intercourse," Gaomon explained. "Oh..."

At that point, Marcus woke up. "And what you said wasn't true, Agumon. I wouldn't bang just anything that moved. She's got to have a certain... personality. Like her!" He pointed to Rika, who let out a devilish grin. "Is that an invitation?" she coyly asked. Marcus returned the grin. "Maybe. Depends on whether you'd accept it." "Would tonight be too soon? I'd have to get protection." We gasped at that.

Anya

And I thought Americans were the only decadent ones. Based on the way the conversation was going, it seemed Rika and Marcus were eager to fornicate with each other. Disgusting.

Thomas

Is Marcus really that open with who gets in his pants? Disgraceful.

Greg

It took us 12 hours to fly from Tokyo to Paris, but Paris is seven hours behind Tokyo. We left at 9:30 AM Tokyo time and arrived at 2:30 PM Paris time. They say Paris has the reputation of being the most beautiful and romantic of all cities, and were they right. I could feel the love just landing at Charles de Gaulle International.

After we'd gone through customs, we were met outside by a tall man with a beard and surprisingly no grey hairs I could see. It was hard to tell though with his goggles. Naturally, the Takaishi branch of the Ishida family had a warm reunion. Matt was just a bit cooler. The rest of us looked on. "Hey, Teekster! You mind introducing the biker dude to us?" Marcus asked. We were invited to come closer and T.K. introduced us. "Sure. Grandpa, this is our band. Marcus Damon, the drummer. Thomas H. Norstein and Rika Nonaka, the keyboard players. Greg Logan, the guitarist. Anya... Ra-du... still can't pronounce your last name." Anya helped him out. "rəduˈlesku," she said. "...Thanks, she plays saxophone... and this is my friend, Kari Kamiya. She's Tai's little sister." T.K.'s grandpa kissed all the females on the hand. "It is a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. My name is Michel Takaishi, born Japanese, raised full French. Now, T.K... I've heard your band. So that means your song... piece of cake!" he said. "Huh?" We looked at each other.

T.K. cleared his throat and quickly practiced his scales. Then, he took a deep breath and started singing.

Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Ding, daing, dong. Ding, daing, dong.

Michel applauded, and Marcus joined in. Although, to be fair, his was more of a mocking clap. That performance was downright juvenile. Most of us rode in a taxi, but the Ishida clan rode on Michel's motorcycle, with the two brothers taking the sidecar.

We finally arrived at what looked like an 18th-19th century chateau right off 5e, or the fifth arrondissement (district). French is a fun language, especially when you're mangling it. When we got inside, we heard a lot of noise. "Mother, I'm home!" Nancy called. We continued into the kitchen, and we found a woman on her back under the kitchen sink wearing a functional housedress. Her tools were by her side, and she was making a lot of clanging noises. I bent over to try to look at the face. She was a brunette and looked remarkably young to be Nancy's mom. When she came up from under the sink, she looked very pleased. "Nancy! How good to see you!" she said in a light voice. The two embraced.

After everyone had made their introductions, we had a lunch of moules frites, which were steamed mussels and French fries. They were delicious, especially with lots and lots of ketchup. Nancy gently wiped her mouth and put her napkin back in her lap. "Matt, T.K... there's something I've been meaning to tell you," she said. The two Ishida brothers' eyes perked up. "Huh? What, Mom?" Matt asked. "It's why your father and I divorced." "But Nancy, are they prepared? Isn't it too soon?" Michel asked. Nancy shook her head. "No, they've got to know now. It's time." So, we listened to the former Mrs. Ishida's tale.

"When your father and I were married, it seemed our lives were perfect. I had a successful career as a journalist, working side by side with him. After T.K. was born, I decided to work from home, not wanting to repeat the mistake I made bringing Matt to the office. Things went well for about four years, until your father got a promotion. Hiroaki was so devoted to his work. He's always been reserved and distant, but after the promotion... he became even more so. Sometimes he wouldn't come home until after two in the morning, deadbeat and tired. All he'd do those nights was eat dinner, take a shower, and go to bed. He was too tired to make love to me, and I missed the physical intimacy we once shared. I needed a man to make me complete, and whole. I had needs that just weren't being met. Soon, he spent more and more nights working at the station. I grew to rely on you to complete the household chores, Matt. I had to act as both a mother and a father, and I suspected the worst. So..." This is where she started to choke up. "I decided to beat him at his own game. Do you remember Carlton, the doorman?" she asked. "Yeah, always seemed to be a friendly guy, especially to you, Mom," Matt answered. "Well... while you and T.K. were at school... I had a fling with him. He gave me what your father couldn't!" Nancy confessed.

Kari let out a loud gasp. "Are you saying you cheated on Mr. Ishida?" she urgently inquired. Nancy wiped away a tear and went on. "Yes. I cheated on Mr. Ishida. We had a thing going on for about six months. But then, your father came home unexpectedly early one day. I tried to scramble, but it was too late. He walked in on us making love, right at the climax. And you know your father, always jumping to conclusions. So, he grabbed a baseball bat and started whacking him on the head, thinking that he was raping me. He even threw out his clothes, too. When I'd confessed what I'd done, he was shocked." "Wow, what a twist," Rika whispered in my ear.

Nancy continued, "It was then that he decided to call his lawyer. Within a month, the papers were finalized. And despite all that's happened... your father has never stopped loving me." T.K.'s eyes widened. "Then why aren't you two back together? Why are we still split apart?" he urgently demanded to know. "Because... I've never been able to forgive myself. It wouldn't be the same. I love him, but I don't know if I could ever make that commitment again. I'm just too... afraid." Our bucket hat-clad friend gave his mother a thousand-yard stare. "You're... afraid," he blankly repeated. Nancy just nodded, tears still in her eyes. With that, T.K. stood up and ran out. "T.K.! Come back!" Matt called, but it was too late. Michel comforted his daughter. "Now now, my little pigeon, he has not gone very far. He just needs his space, that is all."

Rika spoke up. "I don't get what the big deal is. OK, so you cheated on Mr. I, he wasn't giving you what you wanted. He left you once he found out what you'd done, easy as that." I think that said a whole lot about her character. She went on, "Yeah, I understand how much it hurts. Sometimes, I miss my dad too, but I don't let it get to me."

T.K.

So now, the truth comes out. She cheated on Dad, and now she can't commit to him anymore. What is she so afraid of? And more importantly, why is she so selfish!? I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, leaned against it, and started crying. Patamon's voice came through my Digivice. "T.K... what's wrong?" "What's wrong?! You heard the whole thing! She's selfish!" "I'm sure your mom has a good reason." "No! She doesn't! She's afraid to remarry Dad. She loves him, and he loves her, but then why aren't they together? Why is our family still the way it is!?" "T.K... I wish I could be out there with you." I switched my Digivice to its normal mode. "Patamon, realize," I said, choking through my tears. Within seconds, my partner was at my side. I held him in my arms and scratched behind his ears, not knowing what to do.

I'd never felt that empty before in my life. I could feel all my happiness draining away from me. I was sinking into despair, faster and faster... until I remembered something. "She said she still loved him." I stopped, and thought about that. "She said she still loved him. Mom said she still loved Dad, and that Dad had never stopped loving her." That slowly brought a smile to my face and hope to my desolate heart as I stood up and hugged Patamon. I could see the light at the top of the ocean, and finally I got some air. I laughed. "That's it! Patamon, that's it! There's still a chance. All that's left is for Mom to get over her fear and forgive herself for what she did. There's still hope, Patamon!" "Yay!" Patamon cheered. I wiped away the tears I had left, unlocked the door, and walked back down to the others.

After I sat down, there were a few moments of awkward silence. "I'm sorry I worried all of you. I was just thinking about what you said, Mom. You said you still loved Dad, and that he never stopped loving you." "So?" Mom asked. "So, all that's left for you to do is get over your fears and forgive yourself. If not for your sake, then for Matt's and mine." "It's not that easy, son." I tried to keep my composure. "Why not?" "It... just isn't. The only reason I'm telling you now is because you have a girlfriend," she reasoned, pointing to Kari. She continued, "If you truly love her, then take care of her. Not just physically, but also mentally, emotionally, and sexually. Don't make the same mistake your father did."

That struck a nerve with Matt as he slammed his fists on the table. "Whoa whoa whoa... wait just a second, Mom. You're the one who cheated on Dad, don't go pinning the blame on him." "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just saying..." "Who wants more mussels?" Grandma cheerfully asked.

After lunch, Grandpa and the taxi driver took us to our hotel, the Best Western Hotel Eiffel Cambronne. Marcus called Kazuki and griped to him about it. "All right, you hippie, why'd we get the downgrade? This is a Best Western, man. We were getting Westins before, so what's the deal?" He waited. "Whaddya mean this was the best Sampson could do?" Thomas looked up some information on his phone, then tapped Marcus on the shoulder. He covered the speaker and turned around. "What!?" "Marcus, according to Wikipedia, more than 90 percent of Best Western hotels in Europe have three or four-star ratings." "..Oh." He uncovered the speaker. "Eh heh heh, sorry about that. OK, bye now." Then, he hung up.

Greg

We split up for dinner. I took Anya to this fine restaurant called Julian in the tenth district, where we tried their specialty, goose in white beans. It was excellent. Then, we picked up dessert at a local bakery by the Promenade Canal St. Martin. The French sure know how to work with chocolate, and the sunset was legendary.

Marcus

So I took Rika out to this OK place in the seventh district, called Au Pied de Fouet. Roughly translated, it means "At the wrong end of the whip". The food was decent and cheap, but the waiter was a jerk. We got into this big shouting match, which Rika broke up. "Geez, get some class, will you?" she said, shaking her head. "Oh, I guess you picked the wrong guy to go with." "No, you picked the wrong place." "Eh whatever." We decided to go back to the hotel and prepare for that night.

T.K.

Grandpa recommended I take Kari to Le Clos des Gourmets in the seventh district. I took him up on his suggestion, and we weren't disappointed. The food was great, and our waiter wisely decided not to serve us any wine. In fact, he was impressed kids like us had that much money. I told him what we did, and he figured it out. We got our photos taken a number of times and stopped every so often to sign autographs.

After dinner and dessert, we walked to the Eiffel Tower and waited in line with everyone else. Some people recognized us and offered to let us cut ahead, but I didn't want to. I figured it was worth the wait.

After what seemed like forever, which included taking the stairs and the elevator, we were met with a stunning view of Paris and its monuments. It was amazing. "Wow..." Kari gasped. "I know, isn't it beautiful?" I whispered back. "Yes." "But Kari, even if we were able to see the entire country from up here, nothing is more beautiful right now than you are." "Do you mean that?" "Absolutely." The moon was out, and it was beautiful. I felt my heart pound and my blood pressure go up as my body muscles tensed up. Destiny had put us together. It'd be perfect if I could just prove my love to her, with no consequences. I had to fight those feelings, because I cared too much for her.

Kari

This was the most romantic date I'd ever been on. A great meal in a fine restaurant, a beautiful view of the city of love, and a true gentleman by my side whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I felt aroused. It didn't help at all that I was in the middle of my cycle. Destiny had put us together. It'd be perfect if I could just prove my love to him, with no consequences. The two of us stared into each other's eyes, and I knew that my life wouldn't be the same if I hadn't met T.K.

I struggled to remain chaste, but I finally let him know what I thought. "T.K... we can't do this. Not out in public. I know that Marcus and Rika are planning on having sex tonight, but... we've got such a good thing already. Why rush?" "But Kari, what would ever make you think I'd want to do it here?" "Just a lucky guess. Look, right now, I want you more than I can stand to admit. I love you." "And so do I. And I love you enough to agree with you. We'll wait until we're married." He held me close in his arms. "If we ever get married," I said. "We will, someday, when we're older. For all we know, this might just be a silly phase we're going through. Things like this take time to develop." "I know, but... oh T.K..." "Kari..."

["Just a Kiss"

Written by Hillary Scott, Charles Kelley, Dave Haywood, and Dallas Davidson

Performed by Takeru "T.K." Takaishi ( Michael Cunio) and Kari Kamiya (Lara Jill Miller)]

The two move to a bench, where Kari rests her head against T.K.'s chest. The instrumentation and arrangement is more pop than the original's country.

Kari:

Lying here with you so close to me
It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe
I'm caught up in this moment
I'm caught up in your smile

T.K.:

I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms

Kari/T.K.:

But we don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow

As this happens, in their eyes, the other visitors on the top floor disappear because they don't matter. The two stand up and just walk around close to each other, in some sort of an improvised dance.

Kari/T.K.:

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No, I don't want to mess this thing up
No, I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

The romance continues.

Kari:

I know that if we give this a little time

Kari/T.K.:

It'll only bring us closer to the love we wanna find

Kari:

It's never felt so real,

T.K.:

no it's never felt

Kari/T.K.:

So right

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No, I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

No I don't want to say goodnight

The magical night keeps going, as the mood of the city captivates them and they celebrate their chastity.

T.K.:

I know it's time to leave,

Kari:

but you'll be in my dreams

T.K.:

Tonight

Kari:

Tonight

Kari/T.K:

Tonight

T.K.:
So baby I'm all right,

Kari:

Oh, let's do this right

Kari/T.K.:

with just a kiss goodnight

Kari:

With a kiss goodnight (T.K.: kiss goodnight)

The two end up looking out over the city, with all its lights. They end up kissing again.

Rika

Later that night in the hotel, I was making final preparations for my trip to Marcus' bedroom. I'd gotten a fitting for a cervical cap in Japan during a physical, and found a really good deal for spermicide in a Paris pharmacy. Renamon watched as I inserted and secured it in my body, then put my jeans back on. "You're not actually going to go through with this, are you? What do you have to prove?" she asked. "Marcus extended an invitation, and as a 'lady', I'm going to accept it," I said, washing my hands in the sink. I made sure to use air quotes with the word "lady". "A real lady is chaste." I let out a short growl. "Renamon! I thought we went over this," I sighed in exasperation. I mean, seriously. "I don't know what else I can say to you. Please, forgive me for trying to save you from yourself. I've been doing my research on the Internet in my spare time on the matter, and what you're about to do is share a part of yourself with someone you hardly know. Sexual activity is a serious matter, and you may not only lose your body... but your soul as well." I rolled my eyes at that.

"I'm serious, Rika. Listen to this." She put on a pair of reading glasses and pulled something up on my tablet. "'Sexual fragmentation is particularly harmful because it is particularly deceptive. The intense human intimacy that should be enjoyed in and symbolized by sexual union is counterfeited by sensual episodes which suggest-but cannot deliver-acceptance, understanding, and love. Such encounters mistake the end for the means as lonely, desperate people seek a common denominator which will permit the easiest, quickest gratification.'*" My eyes widened. "Are you calling me desperate?" She quickly snapped off her reading glasses. "Yes." "Rrrgh!"

I threw on my coat, grabbed my CD player, and walked outside into the hall. I made sure to lock the door, then walked down the hall to Marcus' room. "I would ask you to wish me luck, but I'm guessing that's not gonna happen," I grumbled. Renamon gave me full eye contact. "Rika. I hope you're prepared to face the consequences." I nodded, then knocked on Marcus' door. "Who is it?" my "date" asked from behind the door. "It's me, loverboy," I answered. I set up the CD player to the right track as Marcus opened the door. We made sure to keep the door partially open as Renamon hit the play button, right on cue.

["In Your Room"

Composed by Billy Steinberg, Martin Gore, Susanna Hoffs, and Tom Kelly

Performed by Rika Nonaka (Melissa Fahn)

Backup by Renamon (Mari Devon)]

As the music starts, Rika seductively swings her hips in time to the drums. She takes off her jacket and throws it on the bed, followed by her shoes and socks.

Rika:

I love it in your room at night
You're the only one who gets through to me
In the warm glow of the candlelight
Oh, I wonder what you're gonna do to me.

(Renamon: In your room)
I come alive when I'm with you
I'll do anything you want me to
In your room.

In the hallway, Renamon nervously looks on as Rika takes off the belts around her jeans, while continuing to "dance" around. Gaomon and Veemon look in as well.

Rika:
I love it in your room all day
When you're gone I like to try on all your clothes
You won't regret it if you let me stay
I'll teach you everything that a boy should know.

(Renamon: In your room)
I'm alive when I'm with you
Gonna make your dreams come true
In your room.

I feel good in your room
Let's lock the world out
Feels so good when we kiss
Nobody ever made me crazy like this.

From outside, the three Digimon look on, with Renamon swishing her tail back and forth in time to the drums. "Don't tell me they're actually going to do it," Veemon quietly groans. "Warn Greg if you must, Veemon," Renamon answers. The blue dragon rushes off. Rika's approach intensifies as she takes off her shirt, revealing a light blue strapless bra.

Rika:
I love it in your room at night
You're the only one who gets through to me
In the warm glow of the candlelight
Oh, I wonder what you're gonna do to me.

( Renamon: In your room)
I'll do anything you want me to
Only wanna be with you
In your room, in your room.

Renamon and Gaomon wince at this. She ends up shutting the door and locking it before tackling Marcus on his bed and undoing her ponytail.

Rika:
I feel good in your room
Let's lock the world out
Feels so good when we kiss
Nobody ever made me crazy like this.

In your room, in your room.

As the song goes into its psychedelic instrumental ending, we're going to spare you the graphic details, because the author himself would prefer to leave a lot of things to the imagination of the reader.

Greg

Tom and I made it to Marcus' room. "What happened?" Tom asked. "I believe the proper term is 'bow chicka wow wow', sir," Gaomon replied, with "bow chicka wow wow" said as flatly as possible. Thomas facepalmed. "Please tell me he didn't..." Just then, we heard a particularly loud and off-key version of Foreigner's "Feels Like the First Time" coming from inside. "He did," he groaned.

"Marcus made the suggestion and Rika took him up on it. It's her decision, but I think it's a stupid one," I said. "Then why'd they do it?" Veemon asked. "Just to kill some tension, I'm guessing. If they don't officially become a couple soon, we'll all be very disappointed."

At that point, Kari and T.K. walked down the hall, hand in hand and so much in love. I rushed up to them. "Um... guys, you came just in time. Rika and Marcus just demonstrated what you're not supposed to do in a relationship," I told them. "Oh... well, that's disappointing. Don't worry, we've already had that talk," Kari assured me. As they walked down the hall, they waved with their free hands.

The night of the concert went off without a hitch. Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy was booked to its maximum and we had a really good reception. Paul proved he was a great opening act. If that concert was any indication, this European tour was going to be great.

Author's Notes:

This is the source for Renamon's quote about sexual fragmentation: [Victor L. Brown, Jr., Human Intimacy: Illusion and Reality (Salt Lake City, Utah: Parliament Publishers, 1981), pp. 5-6] I derived this from a January 1988 devotional address given by Jeffrey R. Holland to BYU students at the Marriott Center.

I hadn't thought of a name for Michel's wife (Matt and T.K.'s French grandmother), but when I do, I'll let you know.

Marcus and Rika will more than likely end up becoming a couple.

Carlton the Doorman is a character from the classic 70s sitcom Rhoda, starring Valerie Harper. Carlton's voice on the series and in an animated special was provided by Lorenzo Music, better known as the original voice of Garfield.

Overall, the moral of this story is to wait until marriage before sex and to always stay faithful to your significant other. Breaking the law of chastity will only bring heartache and sorrow.