Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Plot Bunny ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Plot Bunny

-For lack of a better title-

By Chyna Rose

Disclaimer/Author's Note: I do not own Digimon. If I did, it would never get on US TV outside maybe of Cartoon Network's Adult Swim. This started out as an answer to Cristin's challenge, but I'm not too sure it qualifies. There are three core changes I made to the cannon. 1) Iori's father never died. 2) Osamu never died, although the car did hit him. Better his hearing and a leg then his life. 3) I'm using the Avalon time difference; a fact that may disqualify this fic (It's also something that not every Digi fan may understand). Avalon time (aside from coming from the Gargoyles fandom) runs on a 1:24 hour conversion. Which means that every hour spent in the Digital World, is the same as a day on Earth. An Earth year would then take fifteen days and two hours to pass in the Digital World. Which means that Takari would be criminal -even in Japan. Hell, Takeru/anyone would be criminal. Be on the look out for a guest appearance by the characters of CSI. I apparently didn't clean out the Grissem as Daisuke's uncle plot bunny warren well enough.

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Daisuke flopped down on his bed with a sigh. The day had not gone very well. It wasn't so much that there was a single disastrous event, as a string of small disappointments. Still, it was enough.

"Rough day?"

"You have no idea." Daisuke replied to the teen that just entered.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, pushing a lock of blue hair back behind his ear as he sat down on the bed. Daisuke turned to face him for a moment. He then lay on his stomach.

"Backrub?" He pleaded pitifully.

"That bad?" Ken asked as he moved to comply. As he straddled the auburn-haired teen, the only reply he got was a defeated nod. "Talking about things usually helps."

"I swear that my English teacher hates me and is out to get me."

"It can't be that bad."

"Oh? You remember that test I was telling you about last week?"

"That was the one about food right?"

"Yep. She gave me an F on it because she said I must've cheated. Never mind that it was baby stuff."

"Maybe you should talk to the principal about testing out of English. After all, you have been speaking it since you were five."

"I guess so. But I still need to learn a foreign language, and English's the only one they offer. But that wasn't all. You remember Yoshi, right?"

"Small guy with the green spiky hair and glasses?"

"Yeah. Well we had to do this science project together. He never did a lick of work, but had the sheer nerve to take all the credit and say that I was the slacker. Mmmmm. That's the spot. And Hikari still acts like I'm a obsessed stalker after her. How the hell can she take barely saying hi to her as a sign of undying affection, I'll never know.

"Give her some slack. Loosing you brother, especially under mysterious circumstances, is bound to have a lasting effect on a person."

"I can understand being a little out of it if Jun left and never came back one day, I guess, but I still don't see how that connects to thinking that someone's following you around like a lovesick puppy."

"Well, you do kind of look like her brother…"

"Still doesn't make sense to me, even if I do look a bit like him -unless she has some weird repressed incest thing going on. It's not even like I tried to pursue her. I said once, just once, that yeah she looked cute. I was eleven; I didn't even like girls back then."

"So you're saying that you would rather go out with Kiki?" Ken asked as he stopped and moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. Daisuke rolled over onto his back to look at him.

"Of course not. I have nightmares about her suffocating me with breasts and then hacking me up so that I fit in her fridge. Besides, girls do nothing for me. Kaworu on the other hand…"

Before Daisuke could say anything more, he found himself pinned under Ken. The gleam in Ken's eye led to a playful wrestling match that soon led to something even more pleasurable.

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The mall stretched out before them like a village ripe for the pillaging. They were armed, not with swords, but with cash. They were ready to conquer this world of retail, and woe to any who got between them and their prize. They owned this place.

"So which store do you want to try first?" Miyako asked her friend. The lavender haired girl scanned the familiar ground.

"How about the music store. I think they have that new CD I want."

"I thought your mom didn't like you listening to that kind of music."

"She doesn't. But she also doesn't have to know that I have it."

"True. But what if she finds it in your room?"

"I'll tell her someone gave it to me. It's worked before."

"And to think some people confuse you with an angel."

"People get what they deserve Miya."

"Does Daisuke really deserve…"

"You yourself pointed out that I'm now angel. Don't get on my bad side."

"But Hikari…"

"The subject's closed. And you better remember what I can do if pushed far enough."

"You wouldn't!"

"You know me better than anyone. Just try it."

"All right. But I still don't like what you're doing to him."

"I never said you had to. He made a fool of me, and for that he must pay. Now I think I saw the American rock section over there."

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The two young boys were a flurry of movement as they exchanged blows with their wooden practice swords under the watchful eye of their sensei. A small head peeked around the corner hoping to observe what was going on without drawing the notice of the three males in the dojo.

"Why don't you come in Sakura?" Asked the elder man overseeing the practice. The intruding head disappeared, only to be replaced a moment later by a young girl. She quietly made her way over to the man, head bowed in perceived shame.

"I'm sorry grandfather."

"Sakura, you have nothing to be sorry for. Please, sit and watch. You're brother is doing quite well, but he still keeps his body too rigid."

"Grandfather, do you think I could learn to fight like that?"

"Perhaps when you are older and if your parents agree. But this is something that takes years of dedication and a lot of hard work."

"Mina said that girls can't fight."

"There is no reason that a girl cannot learn any of the martial arts. The focus and the inner strength such arts provide is just as important for girls as for boys. And while it is traditional for girls to learn the finer arts as opposed to Kendo, in these modern times they can achieve anything they set their minds and hearts to."

The two lapsed into a mutual and meditative silence. They watched as the combatants parried with each other. Soon, they broke apart, and began their ending ritual. Once their faces were revealed, and they had paid their respects to their teacher, Iori turned to face his sister.

Even despite the age difference between them, Iori couldn't help but be like a second father to Sakura. It was not something he could help. Iori's personality was practically a carbon copy of his father, and as he was nine at the time of sister's birth, he volunteered to help with her without a moment's hesitation. True he got some flack about it from his friends, but he never let it get to him. As it turned out, Iori's attitude towards his baby sister was his mother's secret weapon in her quest to find a suitable wife for him. Not that Iori actually knew about his mother's attempts to marry him off. Of course if he did know, he wouldn't do anything to disrupt the process. The truth of the matter was that such an act wouldn't come as such a surprise to him given his family's general traditional attitude.