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When Jake finally got to his parents, he was slightly winded from the effort of pushing through so many people. His parents smiled when he got there, and they proceeded out of the airport to find someplace to stay for the duration of their vacation. Once out in the bright sunshine, Jake's father leaned over to Jake.

"Who was that girl you were talking to?" he asked, slightly implying emotions. Jake shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, it was no one," he replied, "Just some girl who's here to visit some of her old friends." His father grinned at him.

"You were interested in her weren't you," he said slyly. Jake's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"I don't think so!" he exclaimed, "She may have been attractive, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I'm content with just kicking back and seeing the sights on this vacation." His father shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, son," he said, "I won't press you any more. We had better wait for your mother. It seems as if she's fallen behind." Jake nodded, and the two of them waited at the street corner for Mrs. Stevens.

Stepping out into the bright sunshine, Mimi looked around and spotted someone standing beside a bright red convertible, waving their arms in her direction. As she got closer, she realized that the figure was none other than her old friend Sora Takenouchi. Mimi started running, and in no time was hugging her friend profusely.

"It's good to see you again, Mimi," Sora said, a little embarrassed at Mimi's sudden public display of affection, "It's been so long since I've seen you." Mimi shook her head.

"It's only been a year since the last digi-world fiasco with MaloMyotismon," she replied, shivering visibly at the thought of the evil digimon who had attempted to take over the digital world numerous times. She peered intently at Sora, and put on a laughable look of shock. "Sora Takenouchi," she cried, "is that a new outfit?" Sora blushed at the comment.

"Yeah," she said, "I'm going to surprise Matt with it. You wanna come and double the surprise?" Mimi got a glint in her eyes that made her look a lot like she did in the days of their first adventure in the digital world.

"Let's do it!" she responded, clapping Sora on the back, "It's been too long since I've seen that stubborn boyfriend of yours." Mimi jumped into the passenger side, while Sora walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat. Mimi's eyes widened suspiciously in sudden realization.

"Sora..." she asked, "Aren't you a little young to be driving by yourself?" Sora grinned mischievously.

"Who said I was alone?" Sora said, rather loudly. Suddenly, a hand reached up from the backseat and grabbed Mimi's shoulder. Mimi shrieked as if there were a demon behind her, but settled down when she saw who had startled her.

"Yes!" Sora exclaimed, pumping her fist into the air, "Nice job, Matt!" Matt sat up from his hiding place and grinned, right before embracing Mimi in a bear hug.

"It's great to see you again, Mimi," he said. Mimi's cheeks were still flushed from Matt's embrace.

"It's great to see you too, Matt," she replied shakily. Sora just smiled as she started up the car and began to drive to their destination.

"Enough about us, Mimi," she said, "Tell us...has anything intersting happened to you since your plane landed?" Mimi frowned at the question, but her eyebrows went up as she remembered her encounter with Jake.

"Now that you mention it," she said, "I did meet a cute guy named Jake in the airport." Matt grinned from the backseat.

"Always on the lookout for someone new, eh Mimi?" he asked. Mimi shook her head furiously.

"Of course not," she exclaimed, her cheeks turning red in the process, "Although he did look...intriguing." Matt shook his head.

"I feel sorry for the guy already," he said jokingly. Mimi shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows if I'll see him again," she said, "but that's enough of this. Let's go to Tai's house. I can't wait to see what he and Kari have been up to."

A couple of hours later, Jake and his parents were sitting in the park. They had checked into their hotel, an average place in downtown Odaiba with generous people and an air of dignity. Jake walked over to his parents, who were sitting on a bench and feeding some birds.

"You know that if you keep feeding them like that, they'll start to follow you around, hoping for more food, right?" he asked. His mother smiled.

"It would be nice to have some birds around the house, wouldn't it, dear?" she asked her husband, who was staring off into space. His wife's voice snapped him out of his state, though.

"Huh...what was that, honey?" he asked, confused by people suddenly talking to him. Jake's mother lost the smile.

"Oh, never mind," she said, turning to her son, "Now what was it that you were going to ask me, Jake?" Jake's eyes widened in surprise.

"But...how...?" he barely managed to stutter. His mother's eyes narrowed jokingly.

"You remember where you came from, mister," she lightly reprimanded, "I know things about you, you are my son after all." Jake sighed and shook his head.

"I'm going to see if I can find some people my own age to talk to," he said, lifting his arm in farewell, "I'll be back in a bit." He strolled off down the well-worn path, searching for someone his age. He was taken aback by the beautiful scenery. The lush variety of plant and animal life was stunning. The trees towered above his head like ancient redwoods, and the flowers took his breath away with their beauty. He even thought he saw a herd of small deer grazing in a glade off to his right. It's so beautiful, he thought to himself, I can hardly believe that this place has hardly been touched. He was snapped out of his serene state by a female voice yelling, "Look out!"

He hardly had enough time to duck as a rock whistled by his head, and it was aimed at the spot where his forehead had been a mere moment ago. He spun around and saw a fairly muscular kid standing a few inches shorter than him and probably a few years younger, as well. He had bleached blonde hair spiked up in every direction possible, and he had a number of scars on his knuckles, which meant that he had split them open numerous times. He probably split them open on other kids' heads, Jake thought.

"You're on my property," the kid said, probably hoping to scare Jake away. Jake wasn't impressed.

"Who exactly made this your property, kid?" he asked quizzically. The kid's eyes narrowed.

"Don't call me kid, man. I'm Spike Johnson and this is my territory," he said, confidently. Jake merely shook his head.

"For what reason, exactly, did you find it necessary to toss that rock at me, Spike?" he asked. Spike shrugged his shoulders.

"A man's got to protect what's his," he said simply. Jake sighed and shook his head.

"Well, guess what, Spike," he said, "This won't be yours for very much longer." At this point, a group of younger kids, most likely Spike's victims, were gathering around them. Spike was momentarily startled by their sudden appearance, but quickly regained his composure and dropped into a fighting stance.

"I'd like to see you prove that," he said, gesturing Jake towards him. Jake sighed. He wouldn't be able to talk his way out of this one. Spike obviously wanted a fight, but after realizing just what he had done to these kids, Jake was much obliged to give him exactly what he wanted.

Jake raced down the path and quickly ate up the distance between them. Spike was startled by Jake's sudden show of speed, but he wasn't prepared to back down now, so he grimly waited for his opponent to come. Jake brought his fist at Spike in a roundhouse punch, but Spike leaned back and evaded it. However, Jake spun with his punch and swept Spike's legs out from under him. Spike landed on his hands and flipped himself back to his feet. He growled and went on the attack.

Spike grappled with Jake, hoping to wrestle him to the ground where he could finish it. He didn't get that far. Jake used his hands to break Spike's hold and performed a backflip, catching Spike's jaw with both of his feet. Spike flew back about 10 feet, but apart from the rouch landing, he was fine, albeit a bit dazed.

Jake slowly walked over to Spike, and knelt over him, checking him for any serious injuries. Finding none, he jerked Spike, who was slowly regaining his bearings, into a sitting position.

"Don't touch any of these kids again. If you even look at them the wrong way, and I find out, I won't be so lenient the next time," he said, and got up to leave. Spike reached up and grabbed the left arm of Jake's jacket.

"Remember by name asshole, because I'll make sure you don't forget it," he snarled. Jake balled his right hand into a fist and spun around, knocking Spike out with a solid punch to the jaw. Jake got up and dusted himself off as Spike slumped to the ground. He glared down at his adversary.

“Never touch the jacket," he stated, and, ignoring the cheers of the kids surrounding him, walked off down the path in the direction that the voice had come from.

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