Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Castaways ❯ All Grown Up ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 

 

 

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Chapter One: All Grown Up

 

Ten years have passed since the battle with BelialVamdemon. The original digidestined have all graduated from college and are moving on with their lives, with the exception of Taichi not cutting his hair, which is slowly grating on Sora, his wife's nerves. She threatened to use a weedwhacker on him one day. The younger digidestined are in college studying for their own careers. Iori was getting ready to graduate his senior year of high school at the age of 18, and would soon be joining the others in college, studying law firm. Before his grandpa died the prior summer, he became an expert in kendo, and every now and again, he still practices at it to keep up his skills. Miyako, at the age of 22, has grown to be a fine young woman. She still wears glasses, and her hair's still lavender, but she's dropped her short fused temper, and is now studying for Home Economics. She plans to be a house wife when she marries her long-time boyfriend Ken, who is studying to be a detective. Although he's a year younger than Miyako, he's a hand span taller than her. They don't let the age difference get in the way of their love for each other.

 

Daisuke, now 21, has grown up a lot from when he was younger. He still held on to his dream to open up his noodle cart business, and he still plays soccer, which is what got him the scholarship into college, and he still has the goggles. He's now taking business and account classes. He's matured a lot over the years as well. He dropped the fiery temper he once had, and even stopped fighting with Takeru for Hikari's affections, especially since they're in-laws. Jun and Yamato got married about a year ago in March, and while Takeru wasn't too happy about being Daisuke's brother-in-law, Daisuke, on the other hand, seemed nonchalant about it, as if he didn't care. Takeru and Hikari are the same age as Daisuke, and each take a few of the same classes as him. Takeru is taking advanced language arts to become a book writer, and Hikari is studying to be a school teacher. Amazingly, they all attended the same college.

Over the years things have changed in light of a select few individuals. Hikari and Takeru have been dating since senior high school, and they even share a dorm together. This didn't surprise anyone. They had a feeling that the two of them would wind up together. What did surprise them, however, was Daisuke's response to the whole thing. He just shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal. Daisuke was known around school for having a major crush on Hikari, who in turn, would turn down his every approach. She would even go to extreme as to flirt with Takeru right in front of him, just to see his reaction. So, it was a great shocker at the time when the trio met up in the hall between classes. Daisuke was at his locker getting his books out for his class.

'I hate Geometry,' he thought to himself, getting out his Geometry book and a notebook labeled Geo. 'It's so boring.' He closed his locker and turned just in time to see Takeru and Hikari at the other end of the hall.

 

'Great, the peanut gallery's here,' he thought, rolling his eyes and sighing. He began walking in their direction, since his class was down that way. Hikari looked up and saw him approaching.

'There's Daisuke,' she thought to herself. 'I wonder what he'll do this time.' So, in fact, did everyone else in the hallway. They knew the history between the two, and they were ready to laugh at Daisuke's next embarrassing moment. Hikari hooked an arm with Takeru's, who was smiling the whole time since he knew what was to come.

"Hi, Daisuke," Hikari said cheerfully, waving at him.

"Mmm," Daisuke responded monotonely as he passed them, giving them a small wave. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Daisuke as he made his way down the hall, seemingly lost in thought. Hikari and Takeru were stunned. Did they see right? Did Daisuke, the boy who had a crush on Hikari since 5th grade and would do anything for her, just walk past without saying a word or giving a second glance? Surely it had to be a fluke! There's no way that Daisuke wouldn't respond to Hikari's approach. But it didn't stop there. He ignored them at lunch, even while they were amongst the group who were equally shocked at how Daisuke was acting, especially since he opted for his study book instead of ranting and raving as he always has when he was around everyone. Miyako thought that he may have been sick. Daisuke assured her that he was feeling dandy, and told her that a phrase like that was rather cliche. Hikari figured that she would have a talk with him in science class. Since they were dissecting frogs that day, she knew they would be lab partners. That should get him to notice her. But lo and behold, even in science class, he paid no attention to her, or even her subtle advances. Instead, he started singing to himself, bobbing his head in time to the beat that played in his head. Needless to say, this stole the breath out of everyone, including the teacher. It really boggled the teacher that he made an "A" on the assigment.

And so it went, Daisuke ignoring the couple who hooked up before graduation, up until now. Daisuke knew that Takeru and Hikari shared a dorm together, but he didn't care about that. It seemed that his main priority was to finish college and open up his noodle cart business.

"I don't understand it," Hikari said to Takeru one evening while they were sitting inside their dorm. "He's been doing this since high school." They had been talking about their memories of high school, and somehow turned to the subject of Daisuke and his attitude.

"You sound like you miss his reaction towards us," Takeru said with a small grin.

"Well,I do kinda miss his ranting over me," Hikari responded, grinning lightly.

"Maybe he's finally decided to admit that I had a better chance with you than he did."

"You really think that's it?"

Takeru gave a light shrug. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Takeru called. The door opened to reveal Ken's face. He poked his head inside the room and looked at Takeru and Hikari.

"Hey, guys," he said.

"Hey," they said together.

"What were you two doing?" Ken asked slyly with a grin, noticing their positions on the bed. Takeru had his arms around Hikari who was resting with her back on his chest, and her head on his shoulder.

"Nothing," Takeru snapped, shooting a glare at Ken. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if any of you seen Daisuke around. I have to tell him about the boat trip we're taking this summer."

"He wasn't in his room?" Hikari asked. Ken shook his head.

"I looked everywhere," he said, coming into the room. "Any of you have his cell phone number? I can try giving him a call."

"I'm surprised you don't have it," Hikari said, digging into her pocket for her pink cell phone.

"I'm obviously the only one who doesn't. I figured since we hang around together so often, I wouldn't need it." He took Hikari's phone and copied the number onto his own phone. "Thanks," he said, leaving the room.

"What boat trip was he talking about?" Takeru asked.

"Don't be stupid!" Hikari said. "The one we've been planning all weekend."

"Oh, yeah. That one. I wonder why Daisuke didn't hear about it."

"He must have been too busy. I didn't see him anywhere when we were discussing it."

"Busy with what, I wonder?"

"Playing with himself, maybe."

This drew a laugh out of Takeru. "Wonder where he is now?" he said, thoughtfully.

"Probably at the soccer field."

"Who knows. Wanna go get something to eat?"

"Yeah, I am a bit hungry," Hikari said, getting up. "Where do you want to go?"

"How about that restaurant around the corner?" Takeru suggested, slipping his shoes on.

"Why not?" Hikari put on her shoes and the both of them headed out the door.
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Meanwhile, at the soccer field, a lone guy with spiky brunette hair and a pair of goggles resting on top, a red and white soccer uniform, and white tennis shoes, stood behind a row of soccer balls.

'Man, I can't believe how fast soccer season came and went,' he thought to himself as he did a few stretches. 'Well, at least we went out with a bang, and took the gold cup in the process.' He looked towards the field house where the trophy was sitting in the window. Though he was too far away to see the words inscribed on it, he knew what was written on the front gold plate:

 

Odaiba College Wolverines
Winners Of This Year's College Championship Gold Cup
Special Thanks To Daisuke Motomiya, Our Most Valuable Player

 

Daisuke wasn't too fond about the last part, even though it was quite true. His soccer skills, which improved greatly over the few years, were so good that the coach made a special request to the officials that it would be added on there. Daisuke, having become rather humble since high school, wanted to protest the engraving, but was so lauded with praise from his teammates, and from seeing the proud look on his coach's face, that he kept silent.

"The crowd was huge that day," Daisuke said to himself as he returned to his stretching. "Almost everyone was there, except Takeru and Hikari. No telling where they were."

"Probably somewhere behind the bleachers smooching," said a voice behind him.

"Hey, Ken," Daisuke said, turning his head toward Ken. "How'd you find me?"

"Your answering machine," Ken said, holding up his phone. "It said, and I quote, 'This is my voice mailbox. If I don't pick up, I'm either asleep or on the soccer field'. End quote."

Daisuke gave a huff and returned back to stretching.

"Are you getting ready for soccer season? It's not until next fall."

"No, I'm just practicing my martial arts."

"When did you start taking martial arts?"

"I've been doing it since eleventh grade. I started out with Karate and moved on to Dim Mak."

"Those are the only two styles you've taken?"

"Nope," Daisuke said, getting on the ground to do more stretches. "I know about eleven different styles, and I'm a first degree black belt in each of them. I'm working on my second degree in a few of them."

"You've been busy since the eleventh grade, have you?" Ken asked amusedly.

"Well, aside from the fact that I took gymnastics in tenth grade, taking state champion on the floor exercises and the uneven bars, I'd say things have been pretty productive."

Ken quirked an eyebrow as he watched Daisuke fold himself like a wallet as he stretched his arm past his foot. "Why are you training in your soccer uniform anyway?"

"Couldn't find my training gear," Daisuke responded.

"So what are the soccer balls for?"

"Stick around and you'll see," Daisuke said, switching feet. "So what brings you around? You're obviously not here to discuss my improbable flexibility."

"I wanted to know if you heard about our boat trip this summer."

"Yeah, Iori told me about it."

"So are you coming?"

Daisuke looked up at him. "You think I'm going to stay here the entire time? Of course I'm coming." He stretched both legs in front of him, then bent them as he rolled onto his back, and did a perfect kip up that was a bit too fluent for Ken to comprehend.

'Wow,' he thought to himself. Some light giggling caught his attention, and he turned his head towards the bleachers where a small group of football cheerleaders were sitting. They were staring at Daisuke dreamily, and were talking about him under their breath.

"Wow, he's sooo handsome."

"I can't believe that Hikari girl chose that blond head over him!"

"Her loss. Look at those muscles."

"I wonder what he's like in bed."

The last statement by one of the girls caused them to giggle madly. Daisuke overheard them and sighed in contempt.

"Looks like you have a small fan club," Ken said, grinning.

"Bah. Just a bunch of girls who want me because of my looks."

"You make it sound like a bad thing."

"You try having ten girls chase you around campus. Besides, I don't want anyone that will go for me just for my looks. I want them to know exactly who I am on the inside."

"And who are you on the inside?"

"That's none of your business," Daisuke said, moving behind the first ball. "Now step back. I don't want to kick you."
Ken stepped back, looking at the soccer goal. "Daisuke, exactly how far are you from the soccer goal?"

Daisuke looked up. "Since I'm at half court, I should be about fifty or so yards from it."

"Think you can kick it that far?"

"Just watch," Daisuke said with a grin. He positioned the ball between his feet and slowly turned his body to the right. Then, in one quick movement, he did a spinning jump that caused the ball to get tossed upwards, and he completed the maneuver with a strong forward roundhouse kick that sent the ball flying towards the goal, all before he touched the ground. The ball screamed through the air, leaving a transparent wind trail in its wake. It dipped low to the ground, skimming over the grass and causing the blades to shake at its passing, before abruptly shooting up into the goal net, where it was stopped.

Ken stood there, gawking. "H-h-how'd you do that?" he stammered.

"By focusing energy into my foot," Daisuke responded. "It's one of the methods of Tai Chi."

"Uh, Taichi?" Ken echoed.

"No, not Taichi, Tai Chi," Daisuke stressed. "It's a type of martial art form that mostly deals with breathing but also teaches you to focus your energy towards any point on your body."

"So why do the practitioners move so slow when they do it?" Ken knew the rigors of training in a martial art, as he was a Judo expert while under the control of the Dark Spore. Even after it was extracted from him, he still kept the skills.

"The slow movements are to help maintain your balance. You'll find that if you move slow, you have more control of your body, versus moving too fast and breaking a bone." Daisuke moved behind the next ball. This time, he got into sort of a power stance- one arm bent at the elbow pointing upwards, the other one bent downwards, legs shoulder width apart and partially bent.

"This is a stance from Hung Gar," he explained. "Its style is pretty much strength based."

"Sounds like something the Earthbenders used on that cartoon show Avatar," Ken said.

"Something like that," Daisuke said. "But a bit more advanced." With his back foot, he stepped forward onto the edge of the ball, causing it to flip into the air about a foot in front of him. He kicked the ball fiercely with his other foot in a strong side kick. Once again, the soccer ball went zooming through the air, but instead of skimming over the ground, it kept on a direct course for the net.

"GOAL!!!" the girls shouted from the sideline, throwing their hands in the air.

"Good grief," Daisuke said, looking towards the sky.

"You should consider yourself lucky," Ken said. "Not many guys around here are that popular with women."
Daisuke shot him a glance. "Speak for yourself," he said, moving to the next ball. He finished kicking the soccer balls, each kick more elaborate than the next, each ball sent careening for the net. By the time he was done, he was panting lightly and a thin film of sweat was on his brow.

"You done?" Ken asked.

"Yeah, I'm finished here," Daisuke said, heading towards the bleachers to where his bag was. "Usually I'd go longer, but there seems to be quite a crowd watching me." Unfortunately, his bag was on the same bleachers that the group of girls were sitting, and as he reached for it, hoping to just grab it and bolt away, one of the girls grabbed his hand.

"Hey there, Daisuke," she said in a seductive voice. "You look tired. Why don't you come with us and we'll give you a rub down?"

"Uh, that's okay," Daisuke said, prying his hand from hers and backing up. "I'll manage just fine without one." He bumped into another girl who was standing behind him.

"Oooh, Daisuke," she cooed, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing his muscular stomach. "Your muscles are so tense. Let us help you relax."

"L-look, ladies," he stammered, breaking out of her grip. Soon, he found himself surrounded by the group, each one touching and feeling on him. Though he was trying to get away, Daisuke didn't want to hurt any of them, but as he felt a certain appendage in his lower region starting to slowly defy the law of gravity, he knew he had to do something.

Ken, on the other hand, was enjoying the show. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why Daisuke wouldn't just settle down and take one of the girls that constantly vyed for his affection. He noted with interest that although Daisuke grew up and matured in certain areas of his personality, he was still pretty stubborn in certain aspects. He noticed Daisuke having trouble with the group of girls and decided to interfere.

"Excuse me," he said, stepping towards the group. As one, all heads turned to him.

"Yes?" said one of the girls.

"I'm sorry to interfere," Ken started off, bowing deeply with his hands to his sides.

"But if you keep hoarding over him like that, then there's a chance that he won't have the energy to perform for you next time." He straightened back up and grinned at them. The girls looked at him slightly confused.

"Uh, you think that's true?" one asked another.

"I dunno."

"What should we do then?"

"I guess we let him go. I don't want to take the risk of him passing out next time."

"I guess you're right."

The girls parted their small circle to let Daisuke pass by. As he did, one of them pinched him on the butt, making him jump with a yelp of surprise and look back at them.

"You go back to your dorm and get some rest," one of them said. "Let us know how you're feeling in the morning."

"'Bye, Daisuke," they all sang together as they turned to leave, giggling amongst themselves.

"God, help me," Daisuke groaned, hanging his head.

"Don't worry, he will," Ken said, patting him on the shoulder as they left in the opposite direction from the girls.

"By the way, thanks for the save," Daisuke said.

"Hey, that's what friends are for," Ken said. "Besides, you have to know cheerleaders.

They'll believe anything you tell them, as long as you make it sincere."

"I'll keep that in mind. Where's Miyako?"

"She's back at the dorm. I was dumb enough not to ask her for your number. I could have called you then instead of going to Takeru and Hikari's room."

"I didn't give Miyako my phone number anyway. It's enough I have to hear her talk about you the whole time, I don't want her calling me and telling me what you guys did the night prior."

"She does that?"

Daisuke shot him an annoyed look.

"Oh. Right," Ken said, rubbing the back of his head. "Want to go get something to eat later?"

"Yeah, sure. After I shower up and everything. I'll meet you at your room in about half an hour, okay?"

"Okay."
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"Hey, Ken. Did you find him?" Miyako asked as Ken came into the room.

"Yeah. He said he's coming with us on the boat trip," Ken said, kissing Miyako on her forehead.

"You sound a bit worried. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just worried about Daisuke."

"What do you mean?"

"Miyako, do you think he's completely over his crush on Hikari?"

"I don't know. I mean, he hasn't mentioned anything about her, he barely talks to her when she's around, only saying hi and bye. If you ask me, I think he's finally gone nuts."

"Nah, he's alright. My guess is that he wants to take his time with things. You have to admit, he has matured over the years."

"You're right. Our little Daisuke has grown up into a man."

"Right now, I just wish he would settle down with one of those girls that are always fawning over him."

"You mean those preppy tramps? Eww! Even the football team doesn't mess with them! The only thing they go for is what's between a man's legs."

"I know. I just saved him from a pack of horny vixen a few moments ago. We're going to get something to eat when he finishes showering. Wanna come with?"

"Sure. Where are you going?"

"Probably to that place around the corner. I heard they're pretty good."

"That sounds great."

"He should get here in the next fifteen minutes or so. That gives me time to find my wallet. By the way, did you know that he took martial arts?"

"Really?"

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"That you, Daisuke?" Miyako asked.

"Who else would it be?" Daisuke answered.

'I guess some things don't change,' Miyako thought as she opened the door to reveal Daisuke dressed in a red skin shirt that showed his muscles, tucked into a pair of baggy blue jeans with wide pale streaks running down the front, and covered half of his black Heeley shoes. His jeans were held up by a black braided belt that had a silver buckle, and a necklace that had a small black ring dangling from it hung around his neck. His goggles still maintained their position on his hair, which was combed and sleeked back.

"You look like you're getting ready for a hot date," Miyako said, moving so Daisuke could come into the room.

"If I were, I wouldn't be here," he said, coming into the room. "Where's Ken?"

"Right here," Ken said, coming in from the bathroom. "Good grief, Daisuke. We're just going to get something to eat, not the club."

"Most of my other clothes are packed up. This is all I had out to wear that was decent. So, where are we going to eat?"

"We're going to that place around the corner."

"That's a buffet, isn't it?"

"I think so. I haven't been there myself, so I can't tell you."

"Well, now that we're ready, let's go," Miyako said, heading towards the door. Daisuke and Ken looked at each other and shrugged before following Miyako out the door.
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"Boy, that hit the spot," Hikari said, as she and Takeru walked from the restaurant hand in hand.

"Yeah. I never would have thought I'd eat so much sushi," Takeru said.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you ate the whole sushi stand."

"What can I say? It's the best I've had in a long time."

"Speaking of which, what time is it?"

Takeru looked at his watch. "7:42. Why?"

"We have to finish packing our stuff for the trip."

"Hikari, we have all day tomorrow to pack, the trip isn't until the day after."

"Oh, yeah. So what should we do now?"

Takeru looked up at the full moon. "Well, the night is young, and you're so beautiful," he said.

"Takeru Takaishi, if you start singing that song from Robin Hood: Men In Tights I'm going to hurt you," Hikari said, threatening him with a fist.

"I'm only kidding," Takeru chuckled, holding his hands up in mock defense.

"You'd better be," Hikari said, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he pulled her by her hips into an embrace. "Otherwise, I'd have to punish you."

"Ooh, is that a promise?"

"Want to see it come to pass?"

"I'll settle for an example," Takeru said, as their lips met each other in a kiss.

"Why don't you guys get a room?" someone said. They looked up to see Ken, Miyako, and Daisuke looking at them.

"Oh. Uhh, hi guys," Takeru stuttered, rubbing the back of his head. "We didn't hear you sneak up on us."

"That's because we didn't sneak up on you," Ken said. "You two were so busy exploring each other's mouths that you didn't hear us."

"Hey, that's low!" Takeru complained. "So where are you guys going?"

"To get something to eat at the restaurant."

"You mean the one we just came from, right around the corner?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Well, in that case, I suggest you try the sushi. It's the best."

"That's if he hasn't eaten it all," Hikari chimed in, getting a glare from Takeru. She smiled at him, then looked at Daisuke, who was looking at them expressionless.

"Hey, Daisuke. Why are you so quiet?" she asked.

"I didn't know I was supposed to talk," he responded. This drew a light chuckle from Ken, who quickly covered his mouth.

"We'll see you guys later," Miyako butted in, before anything would ensue.

"Okay, have a good time," Takeru said as the three walked off. He turned to Hikari.

"What was that all about?"

"Got me," Hikari said. "It still surprises me that he doesn't have a reaction towards us anymore."

"I guess he did get over his crush on you then, huh?"

"I guess you're right."

"Daisuke, I'm curious," Miyako said, looking at him.

"About?" Daisuke asked, not looking at her.

"About you and Hikari. Are you really comfortable with her dating Takeru?"

"Miyako!" Ken jumped in, looking at her.

"It's okay, Ken. Personally, I can care less who she dates, just so long as she's happy."

"So you do still care about her?"

"To a point. I still have a heart."

"What made you stop trying to get with her?" Ken asked, his curiosity now getting the best of him.

"After everything that we've went through, even after the defeat of BelialVamdemon, she still avoided me. So after many failed attempts to try to get her to notice me, I figured what was the point of trying to get with someone that won't even give me the time of day? So I just said forget it. Of course, it hurt for a while, not being able to get anywhere near her since Takeru was always around, but I've gotten used to it."

"You know, that's something else I've noticed," Miyako said. "Even before they got together, Takeru sort of forced himself around Hikari at every possible moment, whereas you let her have her space."

"You're right, that is weird," Ken said. "I've also noticed that he still gets slightly defensive over her now, even though you aren't after her anymore."

Daisuke just shrugged. "Guess I don't seem to notice," he said. "Well, here we are."

"Doesn't look too big," Ken said, looking at the one-story building.

"But the food smells great," Miyako said, sniffing the air. "Let's go!"

It was about 8:15 when they left the restaurant. The moon was shining brightly, there weren't any clouds in the sky so the stars were visible, and the air was warm. For Ken and Miyako, it was a perfect night for a stroll. They contemplated on this when they realized Daisuke was still with them.

"Go on ahead," he said. "I'll just go for a walk on the beach."

"Are you sure?" Ken asked.

"Three's a crowd, right? Besides, I have no interest in listening to your lovey-dovey talk. See ya." And without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked off.

"I actually feel sorry for him," Miyako said, watching him walk off. "For a long time, he was after a love he couldn't have, only to find that she didn't want anything to do with him. Now he's just giving up."

"It's sad, really," said Ken as they began to walk. "I'm sure someone will comfort his lonliness soon."

"Or Hikari will get a change of heart and stop torturing him."

"Well, whatever happens, I hope that it's for the best."
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Daisuke found his way to the beach, and was walking along it, staring out at the water and the reflection that the moon made on it. While he was walking, a song from the restaurant called Tainted Love kept replaying in his head, and he would sing a few lyrics from it. Every now and again he would stoop down and pick up a rock and toss it over the water, causing it to skip across the surface. He got an idea when he picked up a flat, smooth, oval shaped stone.

'This is just the right size and shape,' he thought. He looked around. 'Since no one's around, I guess I can try it.' He stepped back a few paces from the water's edge. He looked at the stone and tossed it lightly in the air and caught it again. He looked up back at the water again, and in one fluent movement he did a 360 on his right foot, planted his left foot on the ground, and arched his right arm back.

"KIYA!" he shouted as he threw the stone with a fierce side stroke. The energy he put into the throw caused the stone to shoot out of his hand like a bullet, spinning over and over very fast, causing a small horizontal tornado to appear behind it, and caused the water to part underneath its passing. The stone flew some fifty or so feet over the water, before falling into it with a distant plop.

"Well, I see I still got it," he said, smirking and resuming his walk. As he passed under the fishing dock, he noticed two people afar off, a boy and a girl, playing around in the sand.

"I hope that's not who I think it is," he said to himself. As he got closer, he noticed the boy's hair was dark and reached his neck, while the girl's went down to her back and was put in pigtails.

'Is that...Iori?' Daisuke thought. He got a little closer. 'It is him! How in the world did he get a girl?' He figured he'd find out later, so he crossed over to the other side where the wall was, hoping they wouldn't hear him, but the girl happened to look up from her position on top of Iori, where she was kissing him.

"Oh, sorry sir," she said, quickly clamboring off of Iori and dusting off her two-piece yellow swimsuit. "We didn't realize you were-" She stopped when she got a good look at him. "Have we met?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Can't say that we have," Daisuke said, looking past her at Iori, who was dusting off his blue swim trunks as he got up from the ground. "Iori, what's going on?"

"Hey, Daisuke," Iori said. "What are you doing out here?"

"Walking," Daisuke said bluntly. "It's pretty obvious what you're doing, so I won't ask."

"Uh, hehe," Iori blushed lightly while rubbing the back of his head. "You remember Rosa, don't you?"

"Not entirely. Where'd we meet?"

"It was sometime during the fight with BelialVamdemon," Rosa said. "I was one of the chosen children from around the world. My partner was Gotsumon."

"Huh," Daisuke huffed. He noticed that she had a thick foreign accent. "Where are you from again?"

"Mexico," she said. "My family transferred here when my dad got a good deal at his job. That's when I met Iori here. He taught me how to speak Japanese, and from there..."

"Ugh. Spare me the details," Daisuke said, cutting her off.

"Why are you out here by yourself?" Iori asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Do you know anyone else that would be willing to take a moonlit walk with me on the beach? I came out here to clear my head, hoping I wouldn't have to see anymore couples around here. But I guess fate had other plans for me."

"Sorry I asked," Iori said, slightly taken aback.

"No, I should be the one to apologize," Daisuke said, closing his eyes. "I just haven't been myself lately. Anyway, I'm going back to the dorm and get some sleep."

"You're still coming on the boat trip, right?"

"Of course. I'm not staying here by myself the whole time." He turned and walked off.  "See ya," he said, with a wave.

"What's his problem?" Rosa asked when Daisuke was out of earshot.

"Long story," Iori said. "Right now, I'm trying to remember what it was that we were doing."

"Don't tell me you forgot already!" Rosa said playfully, turning towards him. "I was teaching you how to properly kiss a lady."

"Would you mind giving me a refresher's course?" Iori asked, slyly.

"I'd be glad to," Rosa said, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. They both fell back onto the sand and resumed their passion making.
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I'm going through each chapter and doing some updates to them. The story is in bad need of some corrections, and they've been bothering me since 2007 when I started this. Once I finish that I will see about adding another chapter to this.