For my own sanity I've warped digivolved said chosen "children's" ages if I should be moved to write a sequel or add on to this vignette with a more *alluring* rating. As a side comment I'm an avid MIMATO and KENYAKO, but if memory serves me I'll be the third person to present this pairing. Ja.

- Ishida Miyako

Sizing up the ill-lit hall, Yolei Inoue reluctantly ventured into the latest gig that The Teen-Age Wolves scoured up for their promotional tour. Whichever god that had been actually listening to their music all throughout high school was responsible for granting them their three-album contract with Marine Entertainment*. Baritone voices echoed from somewhere behind the slowly dilapidating concrete walls and the lavender-haired sound engineer saw a halogen light flood the far end of the corridor. "So that's where they're hiding!" She hooted, and ran towards the commotion. Rounding a corner, Yolei stepped out onto a stage facing an enormous theatre. Antique crimson velvet curtains and several private boxes niched on either end of the theatre reminded her of 'Le Moulin Rouge'** and she suddenly felt content with the arrangements.

"Hey look who's finally here," a familiar voice echoed. Yolei turned to her left and saw Matt Ishida and the three other band members setting up their equipment. A blush stained the Digidestined of Sincere Love's face behind her titanium-rimmed spectacles.

"Sorry Yamato," she sighed and slid off her backpack. "I had to get out of my uniform." Looking pointedly in Yolei's direction, Yutaka*** brought his drumstick down against a cymbal.

"Dunno babe. You looked mighty tasty with the Odaiba High sailor suit on...." Yolei could only sneer. Positive that she was far from her Crest of Sincerity predecessor's stark beauty, she had her own fangirls and fanboys to fend off after each win at a computer programmer's competition, or just debugging a teacher's hardrive with alarming ease and speed. Now dressed in a plum coloured satin Vietnamese-style blouse which came down to her hips and black capris with her ever present kerchief tied around her head, she strutted up to the soundbooth and began booting up the computer and activating soundboards, amplifiers and various other hardware.

Takahashi*** began tuning his synthesizer as Akira*** and Matt dueled with their guitars. Harmonius and rebellious rythms filled the theatre distracting Yolei in every turn. Not so much the music as the band leader. Black and white were Matt's newest mainstay in fashion, and the white jeans and black dress shirt complemented him in that unique way which could only become him. "Hey Yamato!" The PA boomed, Yolei's voice laced with heavy feedback due to the frightening volume. Drumsticks and guitar picks landed on the sandy wooden floor as the musicians sheilded their ears.

"You got our attention Yolei," Matt chided, "but could you ease up on the volume?" Adjusting a couple of knobs Yolei returned to the microphone.

"Better?" A more suitable tone that earned nods of relief. "You want to get started on your first set? I hate to break up a good pow-wow, but the concert's scheduled for tomorrow night...." Waving their hands in the affirmative the band regrouped for the first song. "We ready?" Matt took his stance behind the microphone.

Raising his drumsticks high above his head, Yutaka counted them off. "One, two... a one, two, three, FOUR!"

I don�t want to waste your time

Make you hang around thinking you�ve done wrong

You can only wait for me

For so long

But I ain�t coming over proving nothing

�Cause I know it�s always something

And how you value

Your time alone

And how long had she been avoiding THAT truth? One might suggest she might still be suffering form her school girl crush when she first received her D3. Hurtling down to Earth when she saw him swarmed by gorgeous, curvaceous high school fangirls after each preformance. Auditoriums, dance clubs, Matt wasn't particular about each encounter. Just as long as pleasure was recieved and given with an autograph as the price. Yolei almost enraged to the point of boxing his ears. Didn't he see her there? Matt had made certain that Yolei wasn't left out of the band's activities, and when it came down to it she was perhaps the only one he could really relate to. Speak on the level with. There was no need to put on airs with other Digidestined. It wasn't normal. It wasn't... right.

So I�m out of here

�Cause I know I�m nowhere near

What you want, what you want

What you�re looking for

I don�t want to make you smile

Only to see it all turn around

When you decide that I�ve just

Let you down

'Let you down.' Let. Down. The ultimate in life's little cosmic jokes. Rain cancelling baseball game. Yutaka getting zooted and having to bail him out... again. Getting stuck with the anchovie quarter of the pizza pie. Parents divorce. Seeing T.K. every other weekend. Cooking your fucked-up casserole because Dad's caught up at the TV station AGAIN. The look Yolei gave you when he kicked Takahashi out of the group after the noodles incident. The time Yolei showed up to rehearsal dissolved in tears after coming up empty last Valentine's Day. But you took her to that new Korean barbeque joint and she wore a smile from ear to ear all night like she won the lottery.

Yeah doll-face, confuse me.

And I ain�t making up my mind just yet

How easy I forget

Just how you add to

My confusion

So I�m out of here

�Cause I know I�m nowhere near

What you want, what you want

What you�re looking for

If I�m breaking your heart

You�ll always know where mine got its start

It�s better like this anyway

If your world has fallen apart

Maybe you�ll find me in the dark

Searching for the right thing to say . . .

But I don�t want to waste your time

Make you hang around thinking you�ve done wrong

You can only wait for me

For so long

So I�m out of here

�Cause I know I�m nowhere near

What you want, what you want

What you�re looking for

Unstrapping his 62 RI Jazz Bass****, Matt glanced at his watch. A quarter after ten. "Why don't we call it quits?" He needn't repeat himself. As soon as he blinked the instruments and stage amps were packed into their cases and secured into lockers and wheeled out. Matt looked up to the engineer's booth and saw Yolei puttering about through the plexiglass window. Every turn of her head and hand or arm movement looked delayed, almost lazy. But she always walked about head reared heavenward each step so sure with purpose. Matt found himself trudging up the wrought iron spiral staircase to the booth.

Yolei lovingly tucked her iBook back into her knapsack, and fished for her sweater that somehow found itself lodged in a corner of the control room. The door softly opened and Matt languidly sidled in. "Matt? What's wrong?" Matt was leaning against the door looking her up and down. Hands shoved into his pockets. "Matt, is something the matter?"

He now approached her. Yolei almost felt the urge to dash away. Her russet eyes brimmed with tears.

"Yolei...." Tears streaming as she felt his breath graze her cheek. "....Tell me something...." Some small squeak was uttered in response. "....Have you ever felt like you were falling?"

Authors's notes:

* -This is the production company that blessed the world with "Weiss Kreuz".

** -NOT the remake starring Nicole Kidman, but the original B&W classic.

***- Akira, Takahashi, and Yutaka are the original Japanese names for The Wolves.

****- Consulted the site "The Fantabulous Wolrd of Yamato Ishida" for the exact model of Yama's axe.

Well that's where I'll leave off, and hopefully YOU can point me in the right direction to continue this little brainstorm of mine. And YES the song is indeed Summercamp's "Nowhere Near", track 10 on Digimon: The Movie CD soundtrack. I thought it would suit theTeen Age Wolves very much.