| He he. My first Kenyako. Actually, my first story where Ken exists! I just felt like writing one. Disclaimer: La di da di da! "Let's�go!" Yolie exclaimed, holding her Digivice up to the screen. Ken, Davis, T.K., Kari, Cody, Tai, and Sora were all lined up waiting for her to open the Digiport. Izzy was going to come along, but had to cancel at the last minute because of "family obligations". Matt wasn't invited because nobody likes him. >_< Well, I don't. ^_^ The rest of them were going to the Digiworld, just spending the day visiting old friends and hanging out. Sora and Kari were both carrying duffel bags full of snacks and things to do. The port opened up, and they were all sucked into the Digital World while "Here We Go" played in the background. ^_^ Well, anyway, the Digidestined landed in the middle of a clearing. Turning around, T.K. gasped. Not 20 feet away from where they were, a giant hotel stood. "I remember this place!" he exclaimed. "It's Devimon's mansion!" Tai and Sora looked up at it. "Sure is!" Tai remarked. "But I thought it was all an illusion! How did it become real?" Sora shrugged and wrinkled her nose. "I don't know. Yolie�you're the smart one, what do you think?" Yolie smiled. "Thanks. Well, you said this place was just ruins with an illusion on it, right?" The old Digidestined that had been there before nodded. "Well, when the Digiworld rebooted, everything started over, so�this place must have been a real mansion at one time, so when everything got reconfigured, it reappeared as a existent hotel!" she finished triumphantly. Everyone blinked. "Um�" Tai and Davis said together. Kari giggled. "Just forget it." Cody looked around. "Weren't your Digimon supposed to meet you here, Tai & Sora?" Just then, in the stylistic consistency of the well-timed coincidences that appear on Digimon, Biyomon and Agumon burst out of the woods surrounding the clearing. "Wow!" Sora exclaimed. "What a well-timed coincidence!" "Yeah." Tai agreed. "It definitely has the stylistic consistency that appears on Digimon!" Their Digimon ran to them. "Tai!" "Sora!" "Agumon!" "Biyomon!" They all hugged. "Y'know, it would be nice if some of the other Digimon got some lines in this fic." Armodillomon complained. Hawkmon, hovering nearby, nodded. "Indeed." Ken sighed. "I think this story would turn out better if the characters didn't seem to be so aware of it." The author decided to take his advice, so disregarding almost everything that was said before except the hotel and the joyous reuniting of Tai, Sora, Agumon, and Biyomon, she'll continue the fic without the characters making comments that do not pertain to the plot of the story. I'll try, anyway. "It's so nice to see friends meet again." Kari remarked. "Sorta like me and you." Patamon said to T.K. "Or me and you." Wormmon directed his comment to Ken. The respective Digidestined smiled at the Digimon partners and nodded agreement. Of course, unable to stick to the resolution not to let the characters talk like they know what's going on, Yolie poked Ken in the arm and whispered, "Psst! Aren't you supposed to swoon and fall into a dead faint now?" Ken blanched. "Oh yeah, I forgot." All of a sudden Ken swooned. "What's wrong, Ken?" Wormmon asked, alarmed. "Nothing�I just feel a little�woozy�that's all�" Unsurprisingly, Ken fell into a dead faint. "Ken! Ken, hey, man, what happened?" Davis shook Ken's arm and tried to get him to respond. "I think he swooned and fell into a dead faint!" Veemon remarked. Davis looked at his Digimon partner in disgust. "I knew that. But how do you think this story will go anywhere unless I make random rhetorical comments that prove my own low intelligence?" Sora smacked her head with her hand. "Okay, I'm getting a little sick of this. Can't one story this author writes be at least slightly normal, for a change?" Tai sighed. "Apparently not. Hey, wanna grab a duffel bag with snacks and things to do and go hang out in the woods so we don't mess up the plot of the story even further and the author gets her daily Taiora requirements?" Sora smiled. "Okay." Sora, Tai, and their respective Digimon turned to the other Digidestined. "We're just gonna grab a duffel bag of snacks and things to do and go hang out in the woods so-" "All right, we get it. We heard you the first time." Gatomon interrupted. Patamon blinked. "Hey, I think what Tai said might have been a run-on sentence. Is that correct grammar?" Armodillomon snorted. In his bogus Western accent he inquired, "Y'actually think a little thing like incorrect grammar is gonna bother the author of this story?" Hawkmon decided to put his two cents in. "Quite. Indeed. Hip-hip-cheerio! Oh dear, I'm running out of phony-sounding British clich�s�" Ken pushed himself up on one elbow. "HEY! I just swooned and fell into a dead faint! Does anyone care?" He demanded. Yolie rushed to his side, her eyes sparkling. "I care." She said. Ken smiled at her and dropped back down into his previous position. "Oh no! What are we going to do?" Yolie queried, worried. "Lucky for us." T.K. remarked. "There's a fully-equipped, up-to-date, luxurious mansion that we just landed 20 feet from that will probably have all the products you need to take care of Ken!" "Wait a minute�" Wormmon asked. "Just Yolie is taking care of Ken? What about you guys?" "We're insensitively taking the remaining duffel bag of snacks and fun things to do and leaving them here while we go have fun. And you're coming with us. You see;" Kari explained apologetically, "It's rather hard to have a romantic scene with a bug hanging around." Davis started sobbing. "I can't�*sob*�believe�*sob*�that we could be so cruel!" With that comment, he dissolved into helpless tears. Veemon patted him on the back. "It's ok, man." He said sympathetically. "Just let it out." Cody looked confused. "Is it just me, or is Davis not usually the type to dissolve into helpless tears?" Gatomon sighed. "Does it really matter? The only reason the author is writing any prelude to this story at all is so the series of events leading to Yolie taking care of Ken is explained, and the story makes sense." Kari snorted, trying not to laugh. "This is supposed to make sense?" Patamon looked mildly annoyed. "I think this fic should get a move on." T.K. scratched his head. "How does that work, with us standing around talking n'all?" Patamon sighed. "JUST GET A MOVE ON!" All of a sudden, the entire security system surrounded all the Digidestined and their Digimon but Ken and Yolie, and pushed them, yelling and struggling, off stage. Yolie sighed. "Finally. I think it's time for the author to use her magical and wonderfully convenient scene-switch-o-rama machine to save me the trouble of getting Ken up into the hotel." At that moment, the author chose to employ her magical and wonderfully convenient scene-switch-o-rama machine to save Yolie the trouble of getting Ken up to the hotel. And then she cued a commercial break. <PLEASE STAY TUNED AFTER THESE COMMERCIALS> Announcer's-voice-that-sounds-suspiciously-like-the-authors-being-disguised: Here to talk to you about Rogaine, the newest, best-working hair growth product, Taichi Kamiya. Tai: I used be almost bald. My confidence suffered, and my self-esteem was at an all time low. I got tired of being practically bald at age 11, so I decided to try Rogaine. It was so easy to use. In just three weeks, my hair grew to a size that could swallow San Francisco! ::phony commercial smile:: Announcer's voice: There you have it! In under a month, Taichi's confidence was doubled and the size of his hair sextupled! ::phony cheerful voice:: If it worked for him, it can work for you! ------------------------------------------------------------ Random-middle-aged-man: ::walks down street:: Would you like to try new No-Residue Arid? Mimi: ::startled:: What?!? Television singers: SWEAT STINKS! ARID WORKS! Middle-aged-man: Here! Just put some of this on! Mimi: ::jumps back:: No way! You want to me put that deodorant on and sniff my armpit in public?!? I don't think so! TV Singers: SWEAT STINKS! ARID WORKS! Middle-aged-man: Aww, come on! Just try it! Mimi: EWW! No way! Joe, this man is bothering me. Make him go away! Joe: Of course, Mimi. ::takes out hypodermic syringe:: Did you know I' m a med student? Middle-aged-man: ::gulps:: Um�I think I hear my mommy calling�gotta go! Television singers: SWEAT STINKS! ARID WORKS! ------------------------------------------------------------ Izzy: ::glancing at cue cards:: Um, well, I like shopping at Pineapple Inc. because they have good service, and I know I can ::gestures for card to be flipped over:: trust them. And they have good products and stuff. They're�PRODIGIOUS! ::grins:: Offstage voice: Was that on the cards? Somebody check the script! Oh, forget it. Just cue the slogan. Indifferent-masculine-voice: Pineapple. Think difficult. <WE NOW RETURN YOU TO THE THEATRE PRODUCTION OF "WHEN IDIOTS ARE ALLOWED TO WRITE STORIES"> Yolie looked down at Ken, lying pale and drooping on the bed in the hotel. She gently smoothed his hair back and put the back of her hand on his forehead. He was burning up with fever. Yolie looked around, worried. She couldn't take care of him until she knew what was wrong. There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Yolie called softly. Wormmon entered, holding a steaming bowl of soup. "Is he feeling any better?" he asked, concerned. "I don't know. He hasn't woken up." Yolie jumped from her seat to take the soup from Wormmon. "And you know you're not supposed to come in here." she scolded gently. "We don't know if whatever he has is contagious." "How come you're in here then?" "Whatever it is, if I get it, we would know how to treat it. We don't know what kind of medicine to give to Digimon." Wormmon sighed. "I guess you're right. Take good care of my boy, please." Yolie brought the steaming bowl back to Ken's bedside. "I will." She said softly. Wormmon left the room and quietly clicked the door shut behind him. Yolie placed the soup on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. Ken stirred. She leaned forward nervously. Ken tossed restlessly for a few seconds, and his eyes slid open. He blinked groggily a few times and looked up at Yolie. "What happened?" he asked. He started trying to raise himself. Yolie gently pushed him back down. "Sshh. You can't get up yet. You're very sick, and you fainted." Ken obediently lay back. "Where's everybody else? And where am I?" "I volunteered to take care of you. Everyone else is off somewhere. We can't let our Digimon anywhere near us because we don't know how they will react." Yolie smoothed back his hair to take his temperature again. "We brought you up to the hotel." Ken opened his mouth to say something else, but Yolie quieted him. "Sshh. You have a fever. You shouldn't be talking. You should rest." Ken dropped back onto his pillow. Yolie snapped her fingers. "I almost forgot! Wormmon made you soup." Ken smiled. He pushed himself up so he was leaning against his pillows. "Here it is." Yolie handed him the bowl and chopsticks. "Can you eat on your own?" "I think so." Yolie hopped up from her seat and started bustling around the room, making sure that everything was all right. Ken, sipping his soup, realized he had never seen the gentle, caring, maternal side of Yolie before. Usually she was exuberant and loud and energetic. Without meaning to, he found himself studying Yolie's actions. She was making sure the temperature in the room was ok, that everything was comfortable, that Ken was feeling better�He thought this is what Yolie would look like, when she was all grown up, taking care of her sick children. She would be a loving mother and, Ken though idly, a loving wife. He sipped his soup, and without realizing it, found himself slowly falling in love with Yolie. Just then, Izzy burst in. "I heard Ken was sick!" he exclaimed. "And I am an expert at finding cures for fevers that have materialized out of nowhere!" Yolie turned, furious. "SSH! Can't you see Ken needs his rest? What are you disturbing him for? And what about your 'family obligations'?" Izzy fidgeted, tracing figures on the floor with his toe. "Er...well�" He stuttered and blushed. "I actually didn't have any family obligations. I was in a really (and I mean really!) awful spin-off of a Mac computer ad. I think it was Mac. Whose slogan is 'think different'? That's who I was spoofing�" "Wh-hy?" "Because the author is a control freak that likes nothing better than sitting in her omnipotent position and playing with our minds, that's why!" Yolie shrugged. "That makes sense." She slipped back into her seat at Ken's bedside. "Oh, Izzy, do you know what's wrong with him?" She gently took the now-empty bowl from Ken and placed it on the bedside table. "Do you want to rest again?" she asked Ken. Ken nodded and sunk down into his pillows. Yolie straightened the comforter and smoothed back Ken's hair. Izzy, standing nearby, watched the tender scene with an emotion bordering on amusement. He dropped his voice to a whisper so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping Ken. "What are his symptoms?" Yolie continued staring into Ken's face. "Fever. No stomach problems, I think. He fainted. I don't think there's any delirium." Izzy scratched his head. "So, all in all, it's a nondescript fever." Yolie shrugged. "I guess you could say that." She answered quietly. Izzy grinned. "Okay, Kari had something like this once. It cured itself. So just leave him alone and he should feel better." Yolie glared at him. "NO! I want him better NOW!" She threw up her hands. "Why are we asking you? You might be a genius, but Joe is going to be a doctor!" Just then, Joe stumbled in, panting and carrying his medic bag. "I got here as fast as I could." He huffed and puffed. Mimi strolled in after him. "Joe, we were supposed to go shopping. Why did you run off?" He grimaced and gestured in the general direction of the author. "Oh." Mimi nodded sympathetically. Television Singers: SWEAT STINKS! ARID WORKS! Izzy blinked. "Huh?" "I think that's the author's way of telling us to get back to the story." Yolie explained. "Like, how are you getting this from a deodorant ad?" Mimi asked, wrinkling her nose. "Her twisted mind works in ways we can only guess at." Joe said with a shrug. Television Singers: SWEAT STINKS! ARID WORKS! Yolie pushed everyone but Joe, and obviously Ken, out of the sickroom. Izzy was the last one out. She plopped the empty soup bowl in his hands with an order to "Wash the dishes, and tell Wormmon Ken is feeling better!" Joe was taking Ken's temperature. Examining the symptoms, he flipped open one of his med books. "Yolie, come here, please." He commanded. Yolie obediently trotted over to the bed. "What is it?" "Ken has�this." Yolie wrinkled her forehead. "What IS that? I can't even pronounce it." "Neither can I." Joe admitted. "Fine. How about�this?" "Still have no clue." Yolie said. "How about�" She flipped through the pages until she came to an easily recognizable virus. "Ah. Yes." Joe nodded. "I have diagnosed Ken with�chicken pox." "I can't have chicken pox." Ken said, sitting up in bed, apparently just woken up. "I had it when I was five. You're not supposed to get it twice." Yolie sighed. "It's the only name we can say." Ken hopped out of bed. "I'm feeling better anyway." Joe laughed and slammed his book shut. "Wow, I am a good doctor. All I need to do is look at a patient and -poof!-- he's better!" Izzy stomped into the room. "YOU!? I was the one that said just give it time!" They glared at each other. "Shaddup." Yolie ordered quietly, smiling at Ken, who was smiling back. Staring into each other's eyes, they walked out of the room. Izzy and Joe exchanged a look. "This story was a Kenyako, right?" "Yeah�so?" "SO, if the Kenyako objective is achieved, we're all allowed to pack up and go home. Right?" "Works for me!" And so it ends. Pointless. Meaningless. Inane. Whaddya think? R&R please! ^_^ Back To FanFics Home |