Palm of My Hand /Epilogue/ Lightened Hearts Summary: A obsessive devotion blacker then Hell...A beauty unconquered, even by imprisonment and devestation... A love that could break the chains of darkness, and save the world... In a twisted tale of Faith and Falling, the Kaizer will follow the lead of his angel to take the last step into the light... @-->---- He was going to lose it. He was definitly going to lose it. Cursing, Davis Motomiya threw himself into the kick, slidding across the shiny green grass and reveling in self rightous victory as he watched the black and white ball hit the net. "Yes!" He hissed loudly, pumping his fist as he lifted himself off the ground. "Talk about sweet! Did you see that? Huh, guys? Did ya?" Smiling softly, Ken stepped up to his friend, offering a congratulatory handshake. "I must admit Davis. You've gotten better since we last met." Still hooting and stutting, the burgundy haired boy did an about face. "What! Ken Ichijouji singin' my praises! Now I have reached the top! Yes!" Ken shook his head as he turned from the enormous ego of the digidestined. "Talk about humility..." He quiped sarcastically with a chuckle. The others giggled, Davis still hooting and strutting to nobody in paticular. Well... "Kari! Hey Kari! Did ya see that? Did ya?" She laughed, waving briefly to where the boy stood, hands cupped over his mouth to make a megaphone. "Yes Davis...I saw you..." "We saw you Davis! We were warcing to see if you'd cheat again!" The shout had come from Yolei, who flounced onto the field with all the indignant airs of a princess who had missed her tea time. "And I still think you did!" Abruptly, Davis' outraged cries were heaped upon them all, and Yolei giigled and stuck out her tongue. Playfully, Ken attempted to grab it when he slid behind her and wrapped a bare forarm round her waist. With a surprised gasp, Yolei settled back and leaned her head against his shoulder. His jersey rubbed against her bare shoulders, and smelled of well earned sweat and husky cologne. "Hey there Ken..." She smothered her ecstatic giggle against his neck. "Hi..." He grinned almost shyly at her from behind his indigo bangs. "You let him win, didn't you?" Ken blushed, his eyes darting away. "Don't tell him! He hines so much sometimes...I'm afraid you'll make him cry!" With a playful slap, she mussed his already messy hair out of order. "Davis doesn't whine! He-He...Protests..." Ken kissed her cheek before letting her go, aware of the disgusted glances they were receiving from a mock gagging soccor player with spiky purple hair, and an impish little puck called Cody. "You're just saying that because you're just as bad as him!" He laughed and darted out of reach while Yolei stuttered in exaggerated umbrage. "Ken Ichijouji! You take that back this minute!" As a retort, he sauntered casually off the field, leaning to pick up his gear as she gaped at him. "Get back here or I'll..I'll..." He grinned at her as she strode towards him, his eyes bright with mirth. "Or you'll what?" She took his face in her hands, pulling him gently towards her for a soft, sweet kiss. When she let him go, she smiled gently. "I'll do that..." Ken sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "Maybe I should just keep walking then..." Yolei laughed, hugging him tightly. "I'd just have to drag you back!" Pulling back, he raised a dubious blue brow at her. "Honestly...I don't doubt you for a moment..." In reply, she kissed him again. The End. - Irish Cream Did you like reading it as much as I liked writing it? I love all you reviewers! Your opinions mean the utmost to me! And I do read them all!