• 1-Kanojo no Higeki
• 2-Chapter One: Setting Sun

I was glad to discover after doing some research here that there are quite a few Miyako/Yamato 'shippers and I don't feel anelynely. This fic is dedicated to Cloud Ishida (again her site is the reason why), and Bad Gurl was my inspiration (refer to "Perfect Seduction"). Oh yes, and I do not own "Dig/Dee/Deejimon Adobencha (02)", all copyrights c/o Hongo Akiyoshi-sensei, Toei, Ban Dai, and while I refuse to recognise Saban and Fox Kids for the hack-and-paste ABOMINATION that is currently being aired they do have copyrighted credits.

By Saoirse The Irish Colleen

He shrugged. 'What for?' Taking both of her hands in his left hand.

'Making life easier.'

Kneeling down on the floor, Miyako spread out her crisp, white futon and proceeded to boot up her iBook when a familiar muffled beeping sound emitted from her leather shoulder bag. Whipping out her magenta Nokia cell, Miyako switched it on but before tending to her caller she shouted towards her partially opened door. "MAMA!"

"Nani, Miyako-chan?!" Came the low monotone response.

"When are we going to unpack the phones?! My cell's batteries are running low!" Sumiko groaned over a soap-filled sink.

"Tomorrow when you are at school Miyako-chan!" Sighing, Miyako put the cell up to her ear.

"Oh yeah... school," she murmured. "Moshi moshi!"

A little cherubic voice came from the other end. "Miya-chan?" Miyako jaw hit the white carpet.

"I- Iori-kun?" A burst of giggles.

"Yokatta! I thought you were still at your Dad's store."

"N- no way! He closed up early today. Hida Iori, where the hell have you been?! I haven't seen you in-"

"-Two years, eight months, and.... 26 days. Not that anyone's counting." Came his smart response. Happy tears filled her ru eye eyes before Miyako could go on.

"A- aren't you living in Odaiba now? Close to your Ojii-san?"

"Actually," Iori started, "Mama and I live in the Tokiwa Apartments right by your Dad's store.

"Really?!" Iori confirmed it. "The reason why I couldn't see you was because Jiya, Mama, and I spent the summer in Atami."

"Yeah. We got a discount because my grandfather and the rest of us at his kendo school participate in the annual kendo meets there."

"You win?" She pressed.

"Uh-huh!" Iori turned his head to spot yet another gleaming trophy in the display case in his living room.

"YATTA!" Miyako thrust her fist into the air. "You're a shoo-in to be captain of your junior high school kendo team!"

Iori laughed. "I already am. Second year in a row, 'cause I'm in 8th grade and all."

"Oh that's right!" She laughed apologetically. "I forgot. You were just getting out of 5th grade... when, uh you... left... Yokohama...." Miyako trailed off and her eyes cut towards a shelf above her desk. A myriad of framed photographs were set up. At the far end sat a small wood-framed black-and-white photo of a man dressed in a police uniform. Black bunting hung from the upper right and left-hand corners of the frame.

"Yeah... but Mama said we had to move on." A tho thoughtful pause.

"So!" Miyako chirped. "Where's your junior high school?" Iori smiled.

"Odaiba Junior High."

"Hmm... that's only a short bus ride from my high school."

"I know. That and the store. Will you be working there during the school term?" Miyako shrugged noncommittally.

"Junior year is pretty big. I mean senior year is a whole different story altogether- but still getting ready for university begins now. So that's up to my Mom." Iori nodded.

"Say! Since I don't start school until next week why don't you come over after your classes are finished tomorrow?"

"I'd love it!" Miyako beamed.

"Mama and Jiya can't wait to see you Miya-chan!P>
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"Well, as long as your Mom makes those PHAT chocolate rice balls I'll take a plane over to your house!"

The sight of a 15-year-old Miya stuffing herself silly in the kitchen of his family's old house sent Iori into wild giggles. "O.K. Miya-chan. I really don't have to convince her. Oh yeah and after, there's this concert at the band shell in the park we could go there." Miyako’s interest suddenly piqued.

"Concert? Who's playing?"

"They're Odaiba's local idols. They just blasted onto the scene like, last spring." Iori took a moment to catch his breath. "You should've seen the craziness at the university side of your campus!"

Miyako was taken aback. To rouse an audience into a passionate frenzy today took groups like