Dis-clai-mer? Vhat ees thees dees-clay-mer yo speek ov? (Digimon's not mine. N-o-t m-i-n-e.)

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Shi-chan: Chapter 2's here! Thanks for your support minna!
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Love Is
By Shimegami-chan

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Kensuke, and angst, and sap. Enjoy!

Plug: Sandglass,' updated on July 11.





As promised, my overbearing best friend arrived in his red Mazda to pick me up. The two girls we would pick up next, "To give them more time to primp," Daisuke whispered. I myself usually paid close attention to my appearance, and tonight I was extra careful--I tucked my D-3 into my belt and wore a black turtleneck sweater that hung to cover the Digivice. My indigo hair sat in its usual straight style, and I wore loose--but not baggy--black pants. Vaguely hoping it wasn't too much black--and truth be told, I really didn't care what anyone thought of my clothing choice--I threw open the door and glared at Daisuke. I left Wormmon with a plate of cookies and my PlayStation, and Chibimon was quick to join his Jogress partner. Daisuke was only slightly dismayed not to have his Digimon's support.

I locked the apartment, leaving Wormmon with instructions not to let Chibimon anywhere in the vicinity of the refrigerator, and followed Dai out to the car. It was fairly new but still secondhand, something Dai had saved up for claiming to want to 'cruise for babes.' He told me later that he used up so much money on subways and buses that it was just as well to spend it on gas instead. Made sense, I guess.

The Mazda pulled to a stop in front of the Yagami apartment, where Hikari, Taichi and Yamato waited outside. Hikari waved good-bye to her brother and his boyfriend and hopped into the front seat of the car while I climbed into the back instead. A few seconds later Ayumi came flying down the stairs and joined me in the backseat. "Konbanwa, Ken-chan!"

I bristled, but didn't let it show. No one calls me Ken-chan except Wormmon. Who does she think she is?

I'm sure Daisuke was reading my mind, as he cheerfully greeted Ayumi-chan before I could say a word. Unfortunately, the blonde didn't seem much interested in Daisuke as a conversationalist, and turned her attention to me instead. "So, Ken-chan! You're a lucky boy, you know that--I turned down three boys on the basketball team to go out with you tonight!"

Spare me. I was unable to keep from rolling my eyes. "Really."

"Oh, yes," she bubbled. "I figured I'd give you a chance--after all, you're one of the hottest guys in school. Eligible too, though I don't know why--I can't beleive Hikari would rather go out with Daisuke than you."

Daisuke and Hikari turned bright red--one in anger, one in embarassment--and I chanted a mantra in my head, trying to ignore the scathing insult to two of my closest friends. The best reply I could manage was, "Oh."

The rest of the car ride was silent, and Ayumi said, "Did I say something wrong?"


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Ayumi and Hikari insisted on seeing some kind of romantic-comedy, and Daisuke and I readily agreed. Already I couldn't wait for this 'date' to be over--I had wasted my entire allowance buying popcorn, drinks, and candy for my date, most of which she didn't eat. I think she wanted to share the popcorn with me, but she had gotten it with tons of that fake butter stuff. I hate buttered popcorn. I ended up with a chocolate bar instead, ignoring Ayumi when she fretted about me getting pimples. I assured her that I wasn't prone to anything of the sort, and calmly ate my Aero bar. She turned her attention back to her popcorn in disgust.

The movie was mildly interesting, an angsty story about a marriage of convienience. I had difficulty paying attention as Ayumi hand kept snaking over to hold mine. I didn't care either way, but she would let go in order to eat and then reach for me again, over and over and over...by the end of the movie my fingers were salty from the popcorn that I hadn't eaten and Ayumi looked insulted when I borrowed a napkin from Hikari to wipe it away. Dai and Kari, on the other hand, were doing quite well. They had barely let go of their hands the whole time, and once when I looked over Hikari was snuggled against Daisuke's arm. I prayed Ayumi hadn't noticed them, fearing she would try it too. Luckily she didn't.

At nine o'clock the movie let out and we headed back to the Mazda with plans of killing another few hours. Daisuke suggested going to one of the downtown coffee shops, while Hikari wanted to go for a drive in the country. I suggested going home, which didn't raise much support. Ayumi pouted and went with Hikari on the drive idea, making it two against one--since I didn't really care where we went.

Daisuke sighed, stopped briefly to gas up, and we headed out of Odaiba and into the boondocks.







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Shi-chan: On to chapter 3!