How Was I supposed To Know? Part 3 Miyako floated along beside her friends, smiling and day dreaming, and looking too happy for her own good, Daisuke decided. "Hey, Miyako! Any one home? Has there ever BEEN anyone home?" He asked, knocking on her head. Miyako simply flipped him over her back cheerfully and went floating along to the game. "Ugh..." Daisuke muttered, holding his head. "Here, let me help you up." Takeru extended his hand. Daisuke shook his head and then glared at him. "I can get up by myself, T.A!" He exclaimed. Takeru shrugged. "Fine. See you at the game." He said. Hikari laughed as she and Takeru went ahead. Iroi stood over Daisuke, frowning. "What's up with you, Iori?" He asked. "You said you could help yourself up but I frankly don't see anything happening here. You know, Miyako would be laughing at you right now if her head weren't up in the clouds." THAT got Daisuke motivated. "Yeah right! I'm going to get there before everyone! I'll show them! I'll take one of my short cuts!" He laughed like a maniac and then headed off in the other direction. Iroi sweatdropped. "Miyako! Wait for me!" ************************************** 'C'mon you stupid idiots!' Ken thought, checking his watch yet again. "I think the Ichijouji soccer ball should have Ken's face plastered all over it. It'd be a great hit with the girls." Some idiot with an American accent drawled. "Yes. What do you think of that Ken?" His manager turned to him. "Huh?" He asked. He mentally shook himself. "Yeah, that would be great. It should also slice, dice and make Jullian's fries. Now c'mon, I'm going to be late for the soccer game." He said quietly, jumping out of his chair and heading at a fast pace for the van. The board stared after him. "That's what we could call the ball! Ichijouji crazy!" "That doesn't make sense!" "Who cares?! If it sells, I'll hang my underwear from the flag post outside!" ************************************************ "And the score is 2:2, making it a tie and the young genius Ken Ichijouji still isn't here!" Miyako sighed. The entire reason she was here was to see Ken. If he didn't shoe up she might as well just stayed in bed and had dreams of becoming 'Mrs. Ken Ichijouji' but no! She was forced to daydream infront of screaming fans and Daisuke! "He'd better show up!" Miyako said, squeezing something. Hard. "OW! Miyako! That is not what my hand is for!" Iroi exclaimed. "Opps! Sorry!" Miyako blushed. Iroi sighed. "Don't worry, Ken'll be here. Then you can shout and scream like you planed." Iroi said reassuringly. "Thanks. I hope you're right." Miyako said glumly. "Wait a minute! What's this? Is the famous Ichijouji van pulling up?" The referee asked. Everyone in the stand turned around to see a purple haired boy getting out of the van. "Yes it is!" The crowd was cheering too loudly for the referee to be heard. Ken got out of the van with his soccer bag at his side, climbing down the steps, eyeing the rows, searching for Miyako. When he found her, he flashed a little smile. Miyako nearly fainted. "H-He smiled at me!" She squeaked, falling on top Iroi's lap. He sweatdropped. "Yes. He smiled at you. Now, if you don't mind, you're cutting off the circulation to my legs." He grunted, trying to get the day dreaming Miyako off his legs. Ken walked down to his coach. "Gomen. The soccer ball meeting took a little longer then expected." He said, bowing. "It's all right! Just go out there and work your magic! 13, you're off!" He yelled, The two boys exchanged places and the game truly began. *************************************** "He's good." Taichi exclaimed. "He could be even better then me!" "Try not to be too egotistical, although I know it's hard, just spare us this once." Hikari begged. Taichi pouted as everyone else laughed. Excusing Miyako, of course. A jet liner could've crashed right beside her and she wouldn't have noticed at that moment. All she could think of was Ken. She watched his athletic grace and he ran down the field with the ball, way ahead of everyone else. About 5 feet away from the net, he kicked it. It went soaring past the goalie, making a clean break for the net. The crowd cheered wildly. Miyako, on the other hand, was screaming. "YEAH! YOU GO KEN!! SHOW THEM WHOSE BOSS OF THE FIELD! Kick THE PANTS OFF DAISUKE!!!!!!!!! I-" At about that point, Iroi covered her mouth with his hand. "Shut up! Do you want Ken to think you're a nut?!" He demanded. Miyako smiled airily. "But I'm his nut." Iroi sweatdropped, yet again. Why couldn't his friends be sane? Just one of them. That was all he asked. Suddenly a banner caught Miyako's eye. Two girls were holding the sides of it. They looked to be about 14 or so. The banner read 'We want to bear your children, Ichijouji! What about an orgy?' Fortunately for them, the security reached them before Miyako did. "Let me at 'em! I'll show them-" "Miyako! The security officer just threw them out! Now calm down!" "But those stupid bimbos!" "Ken's playing..." "O.K." She went back to watching her beloved Ken. He was once again in possession of the ball. The only one who even had a possibility of touching him was Daisuke, but even he was trailing feet behind. Miyako was cheering so loud it was a miracle security didn't throw her out. Ken turned to face her. He smiled. Stopped paying attention. Slide. Crash. Ken shook his head as he raised his forebody on his arms. What the? He looked next to him. A brown haired boy was doing the same thing he was, a little smile on his face. The only difference was he got up faster. "Here." He said, offering Ken and hand. Not wanting to be rude in front of his public, Ken accepted. "Sorry I had to do that." He apologised. "But you were heading for the goal." 'No shit sherlock.' Ken though in disgust as he was helped up. "It is completely understandable. It is the game of soccer after all." He said, dusting himself off. "Oh yeah. You were just to busy looking at everyone to notice me slipping up past you." Daisuke gloated. Ken smiled slightly. "You are truly a worth opponent." He said. 'Maybe that'll shut him up.' He thought. But to his dismay, Daisuke kept talking. "Me? Daisuke? A worthy opponent? Wow, that's a compliment coming from you." 'Duh.' Ken frowned. Daisuke, where had he heard that name before... Miyako. This was her friend. Oh crap! How could someone so stupid know someone so... Miyakoish. "I mean, seriously, about how many people do you call your worth opponent?" Daisuke asked, not really expecting an answer. The game had ended and everyone was headed to the showers. Dai still wouldn't shut up. "Not many, I guess. I mean, wow..." At about that point Ken didn't even bother listening to him. What was the point? He was like a Himatomon. Always spewing out useless information that you never needed or wanted to know. ************************************* "So, is everyone ready to go?" Taichi asked, looking around. The sun was setting. It was about 15 minutes after the soccer game, and Daisuke had just gotten out. Miyako looked around at everyone. "Sorry guys, but I'm going to wait around for Ken. We have a cafe date." She said. Taichi shrugged. "Suit yourself. He had just better have you home by curfew. I'm not getting blamed." Miyako nodded. "Thanks." "No problemo." The other headed off, Daisuke talking about how he had amazingly tripped Ken. Miyako smiled. Daisuke could be a real pain sometimes, but he was fun. After a few moments, Ken headed out. "Hiya!" Miyako exclaimed, popping up behind him. "AH!" Ken gave a little squeak and turned around. "Miyako! You almost gave me a heart attack!" He exclaimed. Miyako smiled and blushed. "Opps. Sorry!" She giggled. Ken smiled. "It's O.K. So how'd you like the soccer game?" "Oh my god! I loved it! You were so good! You were untouchable! I mean, wow! You could play on the professional soccer team." Ken blushed at her words. Then he thought of something. "Untouchable. Untouchable. Miyako you're brilliant!" He exclaimed, grabbing her and twirling her around. "Whoa there! Don't..." Miyako was too dizzy to finish as he set her down. "Gomen! Sorry, but you just gave me the perfect name for the new soccer ball that's coming out! Untouchable!" He said. Miyako grinned. "Cool! But I want 50% of all the profits!" They both laughed as they continued to walk along. "Look, I'm sorry about my friend, Daisuke. He can be a little obnoxious sometimes, but he really is a good person deep down once you get to know him. Trust me." Miyako said, smiling. "I'll take your word for it." He said, sighing. "Let me guess. He wouldn't shut up about beating you, no?" She asked. Ken nodded. She sighed and shrugged. "Sorry, that's just the way he is." Ken nodded. "We all have our faults." "Yeah right. You don't have any." Miyako said. Ken's face turned to stone, it seemed. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, Miyako." He said quietly. "Opps. I did it again! I'm sorry Ken. I keep judging people by how they look and not by their personalities. Don't worry Ken. If it makes you feel better I'm sure you have tons of flaws! Of course, not any more then Daisuke." Ken smirked secretly as Miyako continued to talk. She had a weird way of making him feel better, but hey, all's hilarious in love and war, right? Or was it something else... Who cared? ************************************ Ken stared down at his coffee. There was no way he was going to drink it! His coach said it was bad for him. Besides, he tried it once and he had hated it. In fact, Sam had been the one who had fed him some. Ek! "So anyway, I'm just like 'Hikari, if you don't eat that, I will.' So that motivated her, and she stuffed it in her face, which I didn't mean to make her do, and then Takeru nearly had to do the heimlick manoeuvre on her but thankfully she wasn't hospitalised." Ken broke out in laughter. Miyako had a funny way of telling these things. A thousand people could have told him the same thing and he wouldn't have laughed. It was just the way she said things, he guessed. "Ken, aren't you going to drink that?" She asked. He shook his head. "I don't like coffee." "Then why'd you order it?" She demanded, looking at him strangely. He was tempted to blush and cower in his seat, but he didn't. He just shrugged. "Because you were ordering it I guess." "Then can I have it?" Ken was a little surprised with her forwardness. He wouldn't have been that forward. In fact, he knew no one that would be like that. But it was simply another one of this girls charms. "Sure." He said, sliding it over to her. She attacked it strategically, taking the wiping off first, and then going for the coffee. Ken smiled. Suddenly her D Terminal beeped. She frowned as she stopped gorging down on her mocha at read it. Miyako Don't know where you are but it's urgent. Break your date with Ken and come down to the computer lab. We have trouble in the DW. Hikari Miyako sighed. Why did she have to be a digidestined? Couldn't they take care of it themselves? Yet, she digressed as she sighed. They were a team, yada yada, some nice team stuff, yada yada, swearing, yada yada. On my way She wrote back, and then smiled at Ken. "Ken, I'm really sorry but an emergency has come up and I'm needed. Gomen, could we do this another time?" "No worries. It's fine. I'll call you later." Ken said coolly. Miyako sighed in relief. "Thanks. See ya!" She exclaimed. When he was sure she was out of sight, Ken slapped some money down on the table and got out of the restaurant, calmly, but quickly. He knew what the 'emergency' was, and he needed to be there. *********************************** "Thank a lot guys!" Miyako exclaimed upon bursting into the computer room. "I just had to leave poor Ken there, alone, with no one to talk to and-" She covered her hand with her mouth. "Oh no! I just left him there with the bill! I'm suck an evil person!" "She's got that right." Daisuke muttered. "But it's all your fault since you guys called me here and-" "Miyako, shut up!" Daisuke yelled. She did. "Thank you." Koushiro coughed. "There's been a major disturbance in one of these areas. See?" He pointed to a black cube on the screen. It would have been normal, if little waves hadn't been coming from it. They looked liked sound waves to Miyako. "Well, let's go! Digiport open!" Daisuke called out, flashing his D-3 in front of the screen. Within a matter of seconds, all of them were gone across the barrier to the digital world. ______________________________________________________________________________