AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not own Digimon or any of it's property. Any original characters or digimon in this story have been created by ME, and any similarities that they may have to other characters should be taken as coincidence, and dismissed just as quickly. If anyone wishes to use my characters (god forbid! *~*) in one of their stories, please ask before doing so. Please note, just because I am writing this story due to the fact that I have writer's block for another of my stories (entitled Dragonball Z: Power of the Fates), doesn't mean that I am just going to try and get everyone to read a load of crap. Now, enough of my babbling, and on with the story!
NOTE: Rated PG-13 for violence and swearing.
NOTE: This story takes place two years after season 2, and disregards TK's explanations about what happened after the battle with MaloMyotismon.
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A slightly tanned hand shot out from under the covers of a bed to hit the snooze button of his alarm clock. He groaned sleepily, and slowly removed himself from the bed, nearly choking himself with the comforter in the process. He started to drag himself towards the bathroom across the hall, but fell flat on his face as his legs didn't seem to want to move. Blushing in embarrassment and surprise, he crawled the rest of the way. After fighting a battle to get the door open, he forced himself up to the sink and turned on the faucet. Once the water was at the right temperature, he cupped his hands to let some of the water pool in them, and splashed the water onto his face. He blinked rapidly, clearing the water from his eyes. That worked, he thought to himself.
"Jake!" his mother yelled from the lower floor of the house, "Are you ready yet? You do remember what today is, right?" Slowly, Jake's mind connected the day's date to the event his mother was referring to. June 25th...was the day that he and his parents were going to visit Japan for summer vacation. A friend of the family had recommended it as a great vacation spot.
He looked himself over in the mirror as he prepared to take a shower and finish getting ready. His body could be considered slim, but there was obvious evidence of well-defined muscles on his chest, arms and legs. His greyish blue eyes could pierce even the hardest of exteriours with their raptor-like gaze. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, smirked and got in the shower. After being stressed out by his exams for the past week, it felt good for him to have something to look forward to. Once he was finished his shower, he walked into his room to change into his trademark outfit, for which he was known throughout his school: a black tank top, a blue leather jacket, a pair of blue jeans with a black belt hanging down, a pair of black army boots, a pair of blue wristbands and a pair of custom made black sunglasses with a blue tint. Satisfied with his appearance, he dashed downstairs to meet his parents at the breakfast table. His father groaned when he saw Jake's choice of clothing.
"Are you ever going to wear something different?" he asked. Jake grinned at his father's jab at his clothes.
"I'll change what I wear when you stop complaining about it," he replied, smirking at his little joke. His father sighed, and went back to reading the morning paper.
"Now arriving, American Airlines flight 93 from New York, New York to Odaiba, Japan. Please be sure to retrieve your carry-on bags before departing. Be safe, and enjoy Japan," the loudspeaker sounded. Jake stepped off the plane with a grin on his face. I'm finally free of school! he exclaimed to himself. He looked around the large, bustling building full of businesspeople and tourists alike, spotted his parents in the distance and began to make his way through the crowd towards them. Suddenly, he saw a multi-coloured streak out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see what it was, when he bumped into someone and the two of them fell to the floor with a crash. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs, got up and dusted himself off. Then, turning to the person whom he had bumped into, he extended his hand to the girl.
She seemed to be Jake's age, with dyed pink hair and a well- developed body. Indeed, for Jake found himself staring at her body for longer than he should have been. The girl reached up and accepted Jake's hand, which brought him back to reality.
"I'm sorry," Jake said, quickly moving his gaze to her face, "I guess I wasn't watching where I was going." He pulled the girl to her feet, and she smiled in response.
"That's ok," she replied, "I should have been watching too." Jake smiled and bowed partly, as was the custom in Japan.
"My name's Jake Stevens," he said, "I'm from New York. I'm visiting Japan on my summer vacation with my parents." The girl's eyes widened in surprise.
"You don't say," she replied, "I live there too! I've come back for a reunion with some old friends. By the way, I'm Mimi Tachikawa." She bowed as well, and her eyes wandered to the clock which hung on the wall just behind Jake. "Shit!" she cried, "I'm gonna be late! Well, it was nice meeting you, Jake. Maybe we'll bump into each other again some time in the future. Bye!" With a wink of her eye and a wave of her hand, she dashed off and out the revolving front door of the airport, leaving Jake standing by himself in the middle of the airport.
"Goodbye, Mimi," he called after her, before running off to meet his parents, who were waving him over at the other end of the airport.
As Mimi left the airport, a dark, menacing figure crept forward, eyeing Jake with a look of curiosity. As Jake dashed off, the figure's eyes never left him. It's face took on a thoughtful look, and it shifted it's gaze onto Jake's parents, before slinking backwards and creeping out the back door.