Red Digivice Diaries

 

Entry 15 - Celebration

 

By Lord Archive

 

Hikari fidgeted. "This series is NOT for kids. It is rated NC-17 for graphic

sexual content. If you're under the age of eighteen, do NOT read this. If

your parents won't let you watch rated R movies, they would NEVER let you

read this.

 

"The couples are largely the same as the rest of the series. War Diaries

Entry 12 is almost the same as this entry save that a few scenes have been

cut and another has been highly altered, while a few others met some

changes.

 

"Digimon and most characters in this series belong to Toei Animation Inc.,

Saban Entertainment, Fox Kids and others. They are used without consent."

 

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Takeru turned over in his bed and snorted in slight disgust at Patamon

snoring away seemingly without care. It was five in the morning, and in ten

hours was their double wedding. Though Takeru doubted Patamon quite

understood what it meant to be married. Tailmon was already his mate and the

only change was where she would be keeping her 'nest.' His digimon partner

didn't seem to realize that, after today, Tailmon would be with him for the

rest of their lives.

 

Takeru estimated he had gotten an hour of sleep so far tonight. He wanted

desperately to get some sleep so he wouldn't be dragging himself through the

day. Hikari would kill him if he fell asleep at the altar. Normally that

would be a rather unlikely possibility, but with his pregnant soon-to-be

wife, the right mood swing is all it would take.

 

Thirteen, married, and going to be a father. What had he been thinking? When

this started Takeru was pretty sure he wasn't thinking at all. From what he

knew, that was actually pretty normal for a guy-- not thinking with his

brain when it came to sex. He had wanted Hikari and she certainly hadn't

said no.

 

When Hikari told him that she was pregnant, she was afraid that he would

leave her or that he would be ruining his life by staying with her. He would

never do the former, but was afraid of the latter. His life could very well

end up a string of meaningless low-paying jobs trying to make ends meet

while supporting a family. College at this point looked hopeless.

 

Takeru chuckled at that thought. Hopeless. He was the Chosen Child of Hope,

supposedly one of the strongest of all Chosen. Right now he couldn't feel

the energy that gave him his powers, the hope for the future. He was too

afraid to think about what was in store for him.

 

Takeru sighed as he stared at the ceiling. He had to think hopeful thoughts.

Things like what he would be doing with Hikari tomorrow night. The honeymoon

night would help him to get some sleep despite any worries. Too bad Hikari

wasn't with him now, her beautiful body held closely to his own.

 

Smiling ruefully to himself, Takeru decided that was a potential sleep aid.

It didn't matter that Patamon was in the room, considering his digimon

partner had certainly seen more than Takeru playing with himself.

 

With Hikari heavy in his thoughts, Takeru reached into his pants and began

to give himself some relief.

 

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Tailmon's ears perked as she looked around the darken room. She hadn't heard

anything, but she couldn't help but feel paranoid. That was actually normal

for a digimon expecting an egg to hatch. She wondered how much longer she

would be worried by basically nothing. If this had been a normal digitama,

she would be raising her baby about now. However, it would be six months

before she would see her baby, and the thought unnerved her.

 

Tailmon couldn't let go of her apprehension. During the day, when everyone

was awake, she could trust the others to warn her of danger, to make sure

the apartment was secure. However, when she was home alone or at night, some

primal part of her had to make sure nothing was out to get her or her baby.

 

With a sigh, Tailmon leapt from the bed. She stretched her tired muscles

before wandering about the apartment, checking the locks on the windows and

doors for the third time that night. She didn't bother checking on Hikari's

parents. Despite that Mr. Yagami was in drunken slumber now, and Mrs. Yagami

was sleeping to the tune of 'Prince Valium,' their presence alone in the

room allowed her to override her primal fears and declare that room safe

from danger.

 

Tailmon didn't begrudged Mrs. Yagami's use of sleeping pills to get eight

hours of sleep in. The digimon couldn't remember the last time she slept

four hours straight, let alone eight. However, she guessed that had to do

with being an expectant mother than actual fear and worries.

 

Of course, Tailmon had plenty of worries to keep her up. After all, it's not

common for a digimon to be a parent. That sort of thing became rare long

before she had been born. Maybe it had something to do with the first five

or maybe it was natural evolution, but digimon don't often breed anymore.

New baby digimon are born when a dead digimon was reconfigured at Primary

Village.

 

Tailmon wondered if she was to be the first mother of a new breed of

digimon, ones that were parentally born. Digimon who might never spend even

a single second in Primary Village until the moment they die and are

reconfigured. Tailmon knew that wasn't unheard of already though, since she

was one of the odd ones to have never set foot in the village as a baby or

child, but only as an adult.

 

The Digital World certainly was changing. There was a time when humans never

appeared or were even heard of in her home dimension. The closest idea of

humans ever being in the Digital World was the legend of five Chosen

Children who saved their world. Then there was seven who had appeared, and

then Hikari as the eighth, then came Ryo and Ken, and after them hundreds of

Chosen or Digi-Destined appeared-- the title depending on where they were

from. Now there would be at least a dozen or so children in the Digital

World at any point in time.

 

And soon there would be adults as well, if Jyou, Taichi, Sora and the other

older Chosen didn't already count as being adults. The Digital World showed

no sign that it would reject them, and Tailmon doubted it ever would. The

way into the Digital World was to have a child's innocence, and many of the

Chosen have long since lost their innocence and yet still crossed over

dimensions regularly. An age requirement didn't seem plausible, since what

counted as being an adult? Being twenty like in Japan or eighteen in the

United States? It certainly wasn't being a virgin.

 

Why was she even thinking about the Digital World? It's not like she spent a

lot of time there anymore.

 

Tailmon looked out the window, while absentmindedly pawing the lock making

sure it was sealed tight. "Should I even consider the Digital World my home

anymore?" she asked herself. Of any digimon in this world, she had spent the

most time on Earth, Patamon being a close second. It had been almost two

years ago since she came to live with Hikari on a permanent basis, and

suspected that would never change. She conceived a child on Earth, she laid

it on Earth, and had only spent a minimal amount of time in the Digital

World before learning she was going to be a mother.

 

Tailmon shook her head. "This world is my home now," she whispered. There

was no point in denying that. She only visited the Digital World, rarely

even spending the night there. This is where she would live the majority of

her life. She would be starting her family on this world. If she died of old

age, it'll be on Earth with Hikari.

 

Tailmon thought it odd to think about what world is her home on the eve of

her moving out of this apartment. Tomorrow she would be moving in with her

mate, Patamon, as Hikari will be married to Takeru through ceremony. Her

partner was already legally married, but the ceremony was more for the

family and friends.

 

Tailmon felt like she had been hit by the semi-truck of life and was caught

in its wheels. Everything was changing on her and she wanted a moment to

figure out if she liked it or not, but she knew very well that neither world

would be stopping for her to catch her breath.

 

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"Whoa! Where's the sun?" asked a blond haired boy of fourteen as he walked

out of the airplane.

 

A relatively well built fifteen-year-old with dark brown hair followed him.

"Bobby, there's a sixteen hour difference from home. It's five a.m. TUESDAY

here."

 

Bobby whirled around. "Tuesday?" He glanced at his watch. "Hank, it's

supposed to be Monday and one in the afternoon."

 

"We're in a different part of the world and we crossed the International

Date Line to get here. Didn't you pay attention in class?" Hank admonished.

 

"Will you guys hurry up?" snarled a girl with light brown hair. "You're

holding up the line."

 

"Oops. Sorry, Jessica." Bobby went to turn around but lost his footing. He

tumbled down the gangplank stairs. A sickening crack echoed as he hit the

tarmac.

 

The stewardess next to them looked about ready to freak at the sight of the

young boy laying motionless on the ground with his head turned unnaturally.

 

A fourteen-year-old boy with black hair peered over Jessica's shoulder. He

shook his head and called out, "Yo! Bobby, get up! You're scaring people

again."

 

Bobby slowly sat up and seemed to pop his head back in place. "Wild trip.

Wanna go next, Rick?"

 

"Fat chance," Rick snorted. He grabbed a twelve-year-old girl's hand who

also had black hair. "Come on, sis."

 

"I can walk down the stairs myself. I'm not a klutz like Bobby," the girl

said bitterly.

 

"Lisa, you wound me." Bobby acted like he got shot by an arrow.

 

"Too bad it's not fatal," Lisa chirped.

 

"Enough of your fighting. We've got to get to the hotel and rest up so jet

lag won't affect us at the reception," Hank ordered.

 

"Whatever." Jessica trudged past him.

 

"Why is it okay for you to fight with Jessica and I can't with Bobby?" Lisa

asked.

 

"It's a different kind of fighting," Hank replied.

 

"It had better be a different kind of fighting!" Rick almost yelled at his

little sister.

 

Lisa rolled her eyes and ignored her brother. "At least I'll get to see

Alraumon soon," she said wistfully.

 

One of the ground crew walked up to Bobby and asked in broken English, "You

okay? How you fake sound of neck break?"

 

"Yeah, I'm fine." Bobby laughed nervously. "I used the chicken bones from

the in-flight fish dinner."

 

The crewmen blinked a couple times as if trying to understand what Bobby had

said. "Okay," the man said and turned around.

 

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"Wake up, Taichi...."

 

"Another five minutes, Mom," Taichi grumbled half asleep, but then snapped

awake. "You're not Mom."

 

Sora almost laughed at her fiance's look of shock. "I'm certainly not your

Mom," she said sensually while holding on to his manhood.

 

While this was a shocking wake up call like the one his mother gave him the

day before, this morning greeting was a hell of a lot better than being

knocked off the couch. Taichi moaned slightly as Sora rubbed his stiffening

rod.

 

"How about a little fun before we help prepare for your sister's wedding,"

Sora smiled devilishly, but then frowned noting Taichi turning his face away

while going a little limp. "What's wrong?" she asked.

 

"What do you mean?" Taichi returned.

 

Sora sat up displaying her naked body to Taichi in the process. "You're

still upset about Hikari marrying Takeru?"

 

Taichi looked away. "Why do you say that?"

 

"I just mention the wedding and your dick got soft on me." Sora folded her

arms. "I thought you'd be over this by now."

 

"What do you want me to say? 'Hey, it's great that my little sister is

getting married at thirteen?!'" Taichi remarked sarcastically.

 

"No. I just thought you'd have accepted it already," Sora replied.

 

"I accepted it. I just don't like thinking about it," Taichi retorted.

 

"There's a difference?" Sora questioned. "I don't want you making some kind

of mistake today. Hikari would never forgive you if you ruin it, and quite

frankly, neither would I."

 

Taichi slouched. "I know. I won't do anything stupid."

 

Sora rolled her eyes. "Taichi, today is a celebration of Takeru and Hikari's

love. You WILL ruin it if you go moping around over them getting married

since that would make Hikari upset."

 

"You're asking me to be HAPPY about this?" Taichi asked in disbelief.

 

"Well, think of it this way: act how you'd want others to act if we had been

forced to get married when we were thirteen because of an accident," Sora

pointed out.

 

"I remember the nightmare I had during your first pregnancy scare." Taichi

shuddered. "Happy was not something I'd call it. Disowningly pissed off was

more like it."

 

"Well, that didn't happen, did it? Your parents not only accept us, but

Hikari and Takeru as well," Sora assured him.

 

Taichi nodded.

 

Sora played with Taichi's hair. "Now if you're really good today and can at

least fake being happy, then I'll give you a weekend you'll never forget."

 

"What? Tickets to the National Soccer Finals?" Taichi questioned hopefully.

 

Sora batted Taichi with a pillow, and didn't try to suffocate him as he

started laughing indicating he had been joking. "You shouldn't joke like

that," Sora growled sensually.

 

Taichi wrapped his arms around her and said, "But you're so much fun to

tease."

 

Sora grabbed his man tool once more. "Let's see who will be teasing who?"

 

Taichi shuddered delightfully. He began to groan in pleasure as Sora played

with his penis, but they were interrupted as someone knocked on the door.

 

"Yes?" Sora called out.

 

"You two need to get ready. We've got to get flowers to both the Church and

the reception," Mrs. Takenouchi told them.

 

The lovers groaned.

 

"Rain check?" Sora asked.

 

Taichi smirked and nodded.

 

Both of them reluctantly left the bed, then gathered and put on some cloths

to wear for the work ahead of them.

 

"I'll take a shower first," Sora said as she left the room.

 

Taichi folded his arms. "Why take a shower now? You'll just have to take

another one after we get done working."

 

Sora smirked. "After what we did last night, I'm feeling really scuzzy. I

need to get clean."

 

Taichi nodded and watched her leave. Slowly a smile crept onto his face.

 

Sora went into the bathing room. Quickly removing the cloths she tossed on

and would be wearing again once she finished her shower. She felt a little

tense as she turned on the spray and entered the watery stream. She wanted

Taichi to be with her, but they didn't have the time. She sighed, promising

that she'd make it up later tonight if they weren't too tired.

 

Sora's eyes widened in shock as she felt masculine hands wrap around her.

She relaxed quickly into her fiance's arms.

 

Taichi held up his hand as water drops poured out from the shower head. "It

feels like rain," he said with a perverted grin.

 

"You know that's not what I meant," Sora retorted playfully.

 

"I thought we'd speed things up by sharing the shower," Taichi commented.

 

"Somehow I doubt that," Sora replied with a smirk, but didn't stop him as he

massaged her breasts. Her breath shuddered as she said, "It'd go quicker if

you had soap on your hands."

 

"Maybe, but we'll only get dirty again soon. Might as well hold off on

that." Taichi emphasized this by reaching down between his lover's legs and

rubbed her outer slit.

 

"Taichi...." Sora shuddered.

 

"Hmm...?" Taichi hummed into her ear.

 

"Take me now," Sora said urgently.

 

"But you're not very wet yet," Taichi commented.

 

"We don't have the time to go all out," Sora retorted. "And I want you in

me."

 

Taichi looked at her questioningly. "If you say so," he replied.

 

Sora nodded.

 

Taichi took the condom package he had placed to the side and tore it open.

Sora took the rubber from him and rolled it over his cock with practiced

ease.

 

Sora was surprised that Taichi turned her around and made her bend over

slightly. She groaned with passion as he pushed his rod deep into her mildly

wet vagina. Despite the lack of preparation, she didn't feel any pain-- just

the sheer ecstasy of her man inside her.

 

Taichi pumped into Sora's tight hole over and over again. He didn't

understand it that there were times she didn't want to wait to be wet. He

understood today they didn't have time, but there were other moments when

she wanted him in her before she completely ready. Sometimes she wanted to

do it when she was completely dry. Sora seemed to enjoy it, but Taichi still

worried about hurting her. Right now, however, that didn't really matter.

She had made him horny and now he was relieving that.

 

Sora gripped the walls to keep herself from falling as the shower's water

only added more heat to her body that was being ravaged. She liked it when

he fucked her bent over like this, since it usually helped her to orgasm

more quickly. Already she was sopping wet and made a squishing sound as

Taichi slammed into her to the hilt.

 

Taichi's hips crashed against Sora's ass repeatedly as his legs protested

his actions. He lost his footing on the wet tiles and fell to his knees,

bringing Sora with him.

 

Sora yelped as she found herself falling backwards. Taichi held her hips

tightly in place so as to not damage his precious tool while implanted

inside her. Now with her sitting on his lap, it was her turn to do all the

work. She began to bounce on his lap.

 

Taichi groaned as Sora repeatedly impaled herself on his member. He massaged

her breast and tried to focus on pleasuring her so as not to lose himself in

his own pleasure. It was foolish for him to try as his fiancee chipped away

the last of his restraints.

 

Sora panted as she stopping moving on Taichi's lap, knowing that he was

done. She was surprised that despite his labored breath, he continued on.

His hands guided her off his member and he began to finger her. Sora bit her

lip as the strain to hold on began unbearable. With a slight pinch to her

clit, she finally orgasmed. Her nectar slowly dripped to the ground and

mixing with the shower's water.

 

"You wash my back, I'll wash yours?" Taichi asked holding up the soap.

 

Sora nodded. "Thanks."

 

Taichi smirked. "Anytime."

 

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"Hey, Daisuke?" V-mon called out while his partner prepared to go to school.

 

"Wha?" was the muffled reply as Daisuke looked over with a toothbrush

hanging out of his mouth.

 

"You're not plannin' to go to the reception with Miyako, are you?" V-mon

questioned.

 

Daisuke shook his head and then spit out some toothpaste. "Of course not.

With that many girls there, I'm bound to score with somebody."

 

V-mon folded his arms. "Figured as much." He looked away. "How about we work

out a battle plan?"

 

"Battle plan?" Daisuke blinked.

 

V-mon nodded. "Yeah, you go for a girl with a FEMALE digimon partner, and

I'll try to work on her FEMALE digimon partner. You caught the FEMALE part,

right?"

 

"I got that, but what's your point? Why should I care about her digimon

partner?" Daisuke asked.

 

"HELLO! In case you've forgotten we're linked. When you go and fuck a girl,

_I_ get horny." V-mon shuddered slightly. "You have no idea how frustrated I

get when you go into one of your love sessions. IT'S DRIVING ME UP THE WALL!

There were times Jun looked DAMNED good to me, and you know how she annoys

me."

 

Daisuke stepped back. "Sorry, pal."

 

V-mon huffed. "And need I remind you that the girl you're after is linked to

her digimon. If you get the girl, I get the digimon. If I get the digimon,

you'll get the girl. Understand?"

 

"I guess." Daisuke shrugged. "It should improve my chances."

 

V-mon nodded and smiled slightly.

 

"It's not really that bad, is it?" Daisuke asked.

 

"Three words: Hawkmon fucked Wormmon." V-mon walked away.

 

Daisuke shivered. "Yep. It's that bad." He then smirked. "I'll make sure you

get laid today."

 

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Hikari yawned and lazily sat up in her bed. She frowned at the clock. It was

almost time for school to start, but she wouldn't be going to school. It

would be a year before she'd be allowed to return, if she went back at all.

 

Hikari sighed. She was thirteen years old, pregnant, and legally married.

All that was left for her was for the wedding ceremony and moving into

Takeru's apartment.

 

Hikari forced herself to look over her room. This would be the last day that

it was _her_ room. If she slept here again, it would be because she was a

visitor. She could no longer call this her home.

 

The room looked so vacant. Despite her brother's stuff strewn about, it had

an empty feeling to it. Her poster on the wall had been taken down. The

pictures she had taken and displayed on the dresser were packed away.

 

About the only thing Hikari could claim as belonging to her that she wasn't

taking with her was the computer that both her and her brother owned.

Between the two computers at Takeru's apartment, she wouldn't be needing the

computer as much as her brother. When he came 'home' for a visit, of course.

 

Oh, God, she missed her brother. Sure, he was only going to be a short walk

or a phone call away, but she had shared a bedroom with him for most of her

life. That kind of familiarity was hard to forget. She had known him better

than she knew herself, but now she didn't know him nearly that well. If

anyone could claim to know Taichi that well now, it was Sora.

 

Hikari made an odd face that was both amused and upset. Sora was practically

her oneechan, her big sister, already. She was jealous that her oneechan had

been with her brother for over four years had never had an accident. Hikari

hadn't even gone a year of being with Takeru before a condom leaked and

trashed her life. Hikari knew there was no way Sora and Taichi could've

remembered to use a condom every time either, so why was it that she had to

be the one to end up pregnant?

 

Hikari lightly rubbed her abdomen. Not that she ever considered an abortion.

She loved children and life. Her powers stemmed from the light of existence.

To snuff out a new baby before even having the chance to breathe would

violate her entire being, especially when the baby was her own child.

 

Still, having Sora for an in-law would make things interesting. She loved

the older girl, but couldn't forget about what happened during Sora's first

time with Taichi. Hikari accidentally saw Sora bouncing on her brother's lap

while both of them were naked. Tailmon had told her that they were mating

and romanticized it a bit, explaining that mating was about love, sharing,

trying to be one with someone you cared about.

 

It was only recently Hikari had learned that her oneechan hadn't been

sharing with Taichi then, but taking. Sora had basically raped her brother

then. He hadn't gone through puberty yet and was forced to have sex. True,

he could've force Sora away, but he wouldn't want to hurt oneechan either.

Sora had better be glad that Taichi was shooting blanks back then. Being

pregnant at thirteen was bad enough, eleven would've been insane.

 

Hikari shook her head and hated what her messed up chemical balance was

doing to her, causing odd mood swings like that. Taichi loved Sora. If she

truly had raped him, they wouldn't be together now. Still it was a bit

unnerving to learn someone's first time was not entirely of their own will.

At least Hikari could claim that despite her young age.

 

Hikari lethargically climbed down from the top bunk. She smiled at her

digimon partner, who was still wrapped around the egg. She knew Tailmon

didn't get much sleep last night and wasn't going to wake her until it was

almost time to leave to go to the Church. However, there was a lot she had

to do before then and she had to get ready.

 

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The last day.

 

This would be the last day her little girl would wake up in this apartment,

the last day she would cook her daughter breakfast, the last day that Hikari

could still be called Yagami.

 

Mrs. Yagami tried to keep herself from crying. After all she had been the

one to make her daughter get married. It was the right and responsible thing

to do. Hikari was pregnant and needed to marry the father. At least Takeru

was a good boy, would do anything to protect Hikari, and was perfectly

willing to take responsibility for his actions.

 

Mrs. Yagami was thankful that she would be turning forty in two months, well

before the baby's due date. She would still be an early grandmother, but not

before her forties. Too bad Ms. Takaishi had her children young. The poor

woman was going to be a grandparent before thirty-five. Well, young being

eighteen years old when she had Yamato.

 

Mrs. Yagami frowned as her husband joined their daughter for breakfast at

the table. Taichi should be here for one last family meal, but he was at his

fiancee's home. True, he would have left to help set up the floral

arrangements for the wedding already, but it would've been nice to have him

here.

 

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Catherine sighed as she traveled across Tokyo in a taxi. She brushed her

golden locks out of her ear.

 

"What is troubling you, mademoiselle?" Takeru's grandfather, Mr. Takaishi,

questioned in French.

 

"I wish my friends could've come as well," Catherine replied wistfully.

 

"A couple of them do plan on attending the reception, right?" Mr. Takaishi

noted.

 

Catherine nodded. "Yes, but that's all they'll be here for. They won't get

to truly see this marvelous city."

 

"With that mockery of the Eiffel Tower?" Mr. Takaishi scuffed pointing at

Tokyo Tower. Then he started laughing at some private joke. "This is a

wondrous place with lots of things to see that seem completely alien to a

French lady like you. Of course, you may find Japanese boys as interesting

as I had found Japanese girls."

 

Catherine smirked slightly. "I hope you take no offense that Takeru and

Taichi left me with a sour view of Japanese boys."

 

Mr. Takaishi chuckled. "Oh, I'd say Takeru was following his French heritage

when he kissed you." He then leaned closer to her. "You do have to admit

they were cute."

 

Catherine folded her arms. "Casanovas are always cute or handsome, otherwise

they wouldn't get the girls to be a Casanova in the first place."

 

The pair looked at each other for a moment before breaking down into a fit

of laughter.

 

Mr. Takaishi regained control of himself and rubbed his blond beard. "You'll

have to do better than that if you want to fluster my grandson."

 

"I don't know if I will play that joke on him." Catherine looked back out

the window. "It's hard to believe you'll be a great-grandfather soon," she

commented. "You only look old enough to be Takeru's father."

 

"Actually Ishida isn't that much younger than me. My daughter likes her men

to be older." Mr. Takaishi shrugged. "And I prefer my women to be young,

especially when I was a younger man."

 

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Mrs. Minami stood at the front gate of her school as she looked over the

collection of students that were all leaving at lunch to go to the Takashi

wedding. At least she hoped they were all going there. If she hadn't had so

many duties as the principal, she would've gone with them.

 

Mrs. Minami sighed. At least Takeru wasn't making her feel as old as some of

the kids in front of her. They seemed to get younger and younger as each

year ticked away for her. She already had gray hairs at forty, but she

jokingly blamed the children for that. Now approaching fifty, she looked

ready to be a grandmother, though her own son had yet to find a girl.

 

Mrs. Minami got a copy of the guest list from Koushiro and called off the

names of her students that were on it. As each name was called they were

allowed to pass her and leave the school grounds, but had to remain at the

gate until they were dismissed. When Mrs. Minami finished calling off the

names, there was still one person remaining waiting to be called. "What's

your name?" Mrs. Minami asked.

 

"Togashi Kensuke," the boy with dark brown hair and average appearance

replied. "I'm Yukimi's date and the older brother of one the other guests."

 

"He can come," Koushiro assured the principal.

 

Mrs. Minami nodded. "You can go too. Just remember everyone, I want a five

page report about the wedding by Friday."

 

As expected the students groaned at the added homework.

 

Ayashi raised her hand. "What about Koushiro and me? We're going to be

setting up the reception and can't make the wedding."

 

"You'll have to write a report on what goes on during the reception then,"

Mrs. Minami replied. She wished she didn't even have to send out these

assignments, but it was her duty to make sure that the students took this as

a learning experience. She smiled at them. "Have fun and be sure to get home

early enough. Only Takaishi is excused from class tomorrow."

 

The students went their separate ways to first go home and prepare for the

wedding. Most of them wondering what sick and twisted pleasure their

principal took in ruining their fun.

 

Mrs. Minami waved. She loved helping the children prepare for the future.

Her reward wasn't measured in her pay check, that was for sure, but in the

achievements and smiles of her students.

 

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Sora looked on with concern. "Are you okay?"

 

"No." Mimi turned to Hikari. "How could you find the worst possible pink

dress for us to wear. I love pink, but this is awful." Tachikawa pulled at

her skirt.

 

Hikari shrugged weakly. "Sorry. I let Mom pick them out."

 

Tailmon chuckled. "They certainly are a little girlish."

 

"A little?! I feel like a ten year old buriko star in this get up. I mean

how many frills can there be in a dress?" Mimi whined.

 

Sora let up a short laugh. "Oh, I remember you having a few outfits like

these when you lived in Odaiba."

 

"Yeah, but then I was a fairy princess, not an experienced fighter," Mimi

explained half-jokingly.

 

Sora nodded. "And how are you feeling, considering that last battle?"

 

"I'm fine now. Jyou helped a lot, and running a marathon 'Magic Knights 2'

helped me cope a little as well," Mimi answered.

 

Hikari blinked. "How could watching anime help you? I can't watch it without

sympathizing too much with it."

 

Mimi shrugged. "That's exactly why I watch it. By watching Hikaru come to

terms with having killed someone, it helped me deal with the same issue."

 

Hikari turned back to the mirror. "I guess. Too bad there isn't an anime to

help me with this."

 

"I'm sure there is. I can ask Steve if he knows of one," Mimi said

helpfully.

 

"Ask an American about the local cartoons? What is he, an otaku?" Sora

questioned.

 

"Yes." Mimi nodded. "He just loves it when I point out translation errors to

him."

 

"That's just too weird," Sora commented. "How often do you watch anime with

him anyway?"

 

"About once a week if we aren't needed in the Digital World," Mimi answered.

"I'd rather watch anime than play one of Steve's games and end up killed in

some gruesome trap again. Problem is, we take turns deciding what to do on

Friday nights, and Steve and Sam like role-playing. They won't let me

suggest Truth or Dare anymore, though."

 

"Gee, I wonder why," Tailmon said dryly.

 

Mimi glanced over. "Tailmon, where's your egg?"

 

"With Piyomon and a few of your friends acting as guards," Tailmon answered.

 

"The New York group is here?" Mimi asked.

 

Tailmon nodded.

 

Mrs. Yagami poked her head into the room. "Sora, Mimi, can I see you two for

a moment?"

 

"Sure," Mimi replied.

 

Sora nodded and noticed Hikari looking sadly in the mirror. She needed

someone to help cheer her up, and Taichi needed help to come to terms with

this as well. "We'll be back soon," Takenouchi said before leaving with Mimi

and Mrs. Yagami.

 

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"Why are you so nervous?" Sayuri asked.

 

Iori glanced around as he waved at the digimon to quickly enter the Church.

He then looked over at Wataru and answered her question, "There's a good

chance some reporters will be trying to sneak into the wedding. After all,

the groom is the little brother of a rock star."

 

"So?" Sayuri questioned. "It's not like he's very popular."

 

Yume stared in shock. "Where have YOU been? Yamato is VERY popular."

 

Iori looked away. "While Yamato isn't quite national yet, he has a large

following in Tokyo and the local tabloids are already a problem for him. If

any of them discover that digimon are here as well, then we're all in for

some trouble."

 

Sayuri nodded as if she agreed to what he said.

 

Iori walked into the Church. "I'll see you girls later."

 

"Where are you going?" Sayuri asked.

 

Iori smiled sheepishly. "I'm Takeru's best man."

 

"Oh," Sayuri replied.

 

Iori walked toward the groom's waiting room, only to stop as he noticed

Daisuke talking to Ken.

 

"...was in the Digital World," Ken was apparently answering a question. "It

was the only way I could avoid your sister."

 

"If you had followed my advice when this started, you wouldn't have had to

run away from her," Daisuke pointed out.

 

"Maybe, but I doubt it considering how persistent she was. She showed up at

my apartment wearing lace underwear and V-mon's trench coat," Ken replied.

 

"She what?" V-mon looked sick. "Great, now I have to burn my coat."

 

"Jun's not that bad." Ken scowled at the digimon.

 

"She's not?" V-mon blinked. "Then why did you run from her?"

 

"Because I didn't want a relationship that would last only a week. I want

something to last the rest of my life. Jun couldn't offer that because of

college," Ken explained.

 

Daisuke looked at Ken like he grew an extra head. "You ditched my sister not

because she wanted to fuck you, but because she wasn't going to be around

for very long. What's with you? If a girl wants you, you do her."

 

Ken glared. "That's hardly a good way to look at relationships."

 

"I agree," Iori said, finally letting them know of his presence.

 

"Well, it works for me," Daisuke replied defensively.

 

"Ken, why didn't you leave us some means of contacting you?" Iori asked. "We

could've really used you in the last battle."

 

"I forgot my D-Terminal in my room, and was afraid to go back and get it in

case Jun was there." Ken then blinked. "Last battle?"

 

Iori nodded. "A rift from Dagomon's Ocean opened and a horde of digimon came

through it. Since none of us could open the portal to send them back, we had

to kill all of them."

 

Ken looked at the younger Chosen with concern. "I'm sorry.... I didn't know

that would happen. I...."

 

Daisuke clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Don't worry about it.

What's done is done, and nothing is going to change it now. Just remember to

keep your D-Terminal with you if you ever decide to disappear again."

 

Ken nodded.

 

"I'd suggest staying away from Jyou and Mimi in case they're still upset,"

Iori advised. "Lillymon was forced to kill in that battle." Hida walked

away.

 

Ken swallowed. While he suspected Mimi might still be upset because of her

reluctance to kill, he knew the true person he had to appease was Iori. The

boy took responsibility seriously, and having made a mistake of that

magnitude would cause Hida to judge him harshly until he had made up for it

somehow.

 

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Taichi walked into the room. He gawked at Hikari as she stood at the mirror

staring at her dress. It took him a moment to say anything. "You look

beautiful."

 

Tailmon looked over, but said nothing.

 

Hikari turned around and faced her big brother, tears in her eyes. "Oh,

Taichi, I never imagined that I'd be doing this at thirteen." She fell into

his arms crying. "I wish, I wish..." she sobbed harder, drenching his coat

with her tears.

 

Taichi held her and asked, "But you love Takeru, right?" He felt her nod.

"Then why are you upset?"

 

Hikari leaned back and looked up to him. "I don't know." She hugged him and

cried some more, Taichi moved back to a chair and held her in his arms, he

rocked her slowly.

 

They stayed like that for five minutes, when Hikari finally spoke. "You will

still love me?"

 

"Always and forever," Taichi replied. "You're my sister, nothing will change

that."

 

Hikari kissed his cheek and asked quietly, "So, you don't mind being 'Uncle

Taichi?'"

 

Taichi smirked. "I do, but there is nothing that I can do about it now. I

would rather you be 'Aunt Hikari,' before I would have to be called 'Uncle

Anything.' But... if you need me, I will be there for you."

 

Hikari smiled. "I love you, Taichi"

 

"I love you, too." Taichi resisted the temptation to mess up her hair. If he

did that, Hikari and his mother would kill him.

 

Hikari pulled away and walked back to the mirror, wiping her eyes. Taichi

just stood there knowing that after today she wouldn't just be his little

sister, but a wife as well.

 

"I'm going to have a talk with Takeru, but I'll be waiting for you to walk

down the aisle," Taichi said simply.

 

Hikari nodded in the mirror.

 

Taichi noticed Tailmon mouth, 'Thank you.' He smiled at the digimon before

turning and walking out the door. He found Sora waiting for him outside.

 

"Is she okay?" Sora asked with concern.

 

"Yeah, she's fine." Taichi tried not to laugh at the pink bride's maid dress

his fiancee was wearing. It looked all right, but was more like something

one would wear to some European party. Sora certainly wouldn't be able to

wear it very often and looked too girlish for Yagami's taste.

 

Sora smiled. "Good. I'll just make sure she's all set."

 

"Yeah, I gotta go have a little talk with someone." Taichi walked down the

hall to the Groom's waiting room. He swung open the door to see Yamato, Iori

and Takeru waiting in their suits.

 

"Hi," Takeru greeted with a nervous edge.

 

Taichi appraised the young boy. "You look ready."

 

Takeru pulled at his collar. "Funny, I don't feel ready."

 

"You should've been once you started sleeping with her," Taichi growled

slightly.

 

Yamato laughed. "And have you ever been ready to marry Sora?"

 

Taichi glared at Yamato, and then looked over at Takeru and said, "Just

remember why you started sleeping with her."

 

Takeru nodded.

 

Taichi grabbed his soon-to-be brother-in-law forcibly by the collar and

whispered harshly, "And if you ever hurt her, I'll leave your dead body

somewhere in the Digital World where no one would find it."

 

Takeru froze in shock.

 

Taichi straightened Takeru's collar and gave the boy a hug. "Now you better

make my sister the happiest girl in the world. It's the least she deserves."

 

Takeru stood there pale and unsure what to make of what Taichi said.

 

"Now all we have to do is wait for the ceremony to start," Taichi commented.

 

Iori glanced worriedly at Takeru while answering, "It shouldn't be much

longer."

 

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"Nervous?" Gabumon asked.

 

Patamon shook his head. "No. Why should I be?"

 

Wormmon blinked. "Because you're getting married today."

 

Patamon shrugged. "I don't really see what's the point. Tailmon is already

my mate and the mother of my child."

 

"Well, yes." Wormmon nodded. "However, mates don't always stay together, but

today you'll be promising to stay with her for the rest of your life."

 

"I am?" Patamon questioned.

 

"Of course. That's what a wedding is about. Even I know that," Gabumon

answered, a bit proudly.

 

Patamon backed away slightly.

 

"Actually, a wedding is more about love and promising that you'll love her

until the day you die," Agumon said almost sagely. "Even if you outlive

her."

 

"There's that and, of course, part of the promise is also about only being

Tailmon's mate," Wormmon added.

 

"That's what I'm doing today?" Patamon blinked. "Promising that I'll ALWAYS

love Tailmon and that I won't ever mate with ANY other digimon."

 

"Yep." Agumon scowled as he tried to finish tying a bow-tie. "Can someone

help me with this?"

 

"Sure! Let me," Gabumon replied and walked over.

 

Agumon glanced over as Gabumon tried to fix the bow-tie, and called out,

"Wormmon, stop him!"

 

Wormmon noticed Patamon edging towards the door and then bolted out of the

room. The larva digimon scowled. "Sticky Net!"

 

Patamon struggled as he was being dragged back into the room.

 

Agumon shook his head. "Patamon, where do you think you were going?"

 

"The Digital World?" Patamon squeaked.

 

Agumon frowned. "You were going to leave Tailmon at the altar? Hate to see

what she would do to you once she had found you."

 

Gabumon grimaced. "It wouldn't be pretty."

 

"But... but I...." Patamon squeaked.

 

"You love her, don't you?" Gabumon asked.

 

"Well... yeah... but I don't know if I'll love her for the rest of my life,"

Patamon defended weakly.

 

"I don't know if I'll be able to love Piyomon for the rest of my life

either, but I'm willing to give it a try," Agumon returned. "While I haven't

gone through a wedding, I have promised her that."

 

"You've already mated with Tailmon and conceived an egg with her, the

wedding at this point should really only be a formality," Wormmon pointed

out.

 

Patamon sighed and looked down. "There's no way I can get out of this, is

there?"

 

"You shouldn't want to get out of this," Wormmon countered.

 

Agumon nodded. "Yeah, and I don't see you remaining single and alive at this

point."

 

"Now, let's get you cleaned up and fix your bow-tie again so you can get

married," Gabumon said as he walked over and pulled off some of the silken

net covering Patamon.

 

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"How can you agree to do this ceremony?" demanded a young man in his

twenties dressed as a Catholic priest.

 

A balding elderly man, also dressed as a priest, replied, "Because I've

spoken with the couples and know where their hearts are. Besides, they're

already legally married."

 

"That's besides the point. Two of them are thirteen and the other two aren't

even human!" the young priest cried out.

 

"So? What does age or form have to do with love?" the elderly priest

returned.

 

"Well, it does matter when the digimon certainly don't believe in God, and

Hikari stated to us she's not sure if she believes anymore either," the

young priest said.

 

"The digimon are from another world. One where god-like beings exist, and

one in particular helped create that world. None of that means that our God

doesn't exist for them as well, as He may be above the Qinglongmon entity

Hikari told us about when her family first approached us to conduct the

ceremony. We can bring a whole new faith to a new world with possibly

billions of converts," The elderly priest explained.

 

The young priest paused. "I... hadn't thought about that."

 

"Now why don't you go meditate on this while I prepare for the mass," the

elderly priest said.

 

The young priest nodded and walked away.

 

The elderly priest shook his head. The boy may be faithful, but he was still

fresh out of the seminary. He still followed strictly by what he had been

taught and hadn't quite learned about what it truly meant to be a priest.

Part of the reason for accepting to do the ceremony had more to do with

trying to bring Hikari and Takeru back into the Church, as both had been

baptized. However, he would've done this for no other reason than for the

love he saw in the eyes of those couples.

 

The elderly priest's attention shifted as he heard a knock at the entrance

to the ante chamber. "Yes?" he called out.

 

"Excuse me, sir," Iori said politely. "There's someone here who wants to

know if you need any help with the ceremony."

 

The elderly priest shrugged. "Send him in."

 

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"Well, well, well.... What do we have here?" called out a middle-aged

French-men with blond hair, mustache, and beard, speaking in perfect

Japanese.

 

"Grandpa, hi," Takeru greeted cheerfully.

 

"Hi, grandpa," Yamato added with less emotion.

 

"Yo," Taichi waved.

 

"So, you're making me a great-grandfather." Mr. Takaishi messed up Takeru's

hair.

 

"Yeah, sorry," Takeru replied sadly.

 

"What's there to be sorry about? I certainly wasn't sorry when I knocked up

your grandmother at fourteen. Pissed off my parents, but I only cared for my

love." Mr. Takaishi sighed fondly.

 

Yamato raised an eyebrow. "You're not even fifty yet?"

 

Mr. Takaishi shrugged. "Nope. Got a little ways to go before that." He then

smirked. "Now when are you going to make me a great-grandfather?"

 

Yamato clucked. "Um, well, you see... I, ah, never met the right person."

 

"Oh, really?" Mr. Takaishi replied disbelievingly. "A handsome guy like you

has got to have girls falling over you."

 

"Like you wouldn't believe," Yamato nervously joked.

 

"Actually, his problem is that the one he's in love with is engaged," Takeru

said, hoping to help his brother. He couldn't help but look at Taichi when

he said it.

 

Mr. Takaishi saw where Takeru was looking. "Ah, I see. Tough break, my boy.

You should get over her quickly and pick some nice wild girl to rock your

socks off. That'll get your head straight."

 

"I'll think about it," Yamato said, hoping to appease his grandfather.

 

Taichi grabbed Mr. Takaishi by the arm. "You'd better go find a seat now,

sir. I'm sure most of them have filled up. The wedding will start soon."

 

Mr. Takaishi nodded. "Don't mess up, Takeru. There's no worse crime than

making a girl cry."

 

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Being a tabloid reporter had a lot of good and bad points. For one, you have

to develop a hard skin so the various insults flung at you don't hurt. It

had gotten to the point for Genki that being called a 'slimy, rat-ass jerk'

was a complement.

 

When Genki heard that teen pop-star idol, Ishida Yamato, was going to attend

his LITTLE brother's wedding, he knew he had to see this for himself. With

his black hair slicked back and shinning with the amount of grease in it and

wearing a suit he first wore when he graduated high school several years

ago, the reporter was 'ready' to crash the wedding.

 

However, Genki didn't quite make it to the Church where the wedding was

supposed to take place. At a field across from the Church was a bizarre

sight. A giant, woolly walrus-like creature seemed to be playing with a

moving and talking plant and a collection of flying gears.

 

Revealing that Yamato's little brother was getting married, which may or may

not be true, or getting an interview with real digimon. Well, if the digimon

ran away, he could go back to the Church.

 

Genki approached the trio of digimon carefully. "Hi, can I talk to you?"

 

Ikkakumon glanced over. "About what?"

 

"Well, I was wondering how you got here?" Genki asked.

 

"A friend of mind opened a portal so that my family could visit your world,"

Ikkakumon replied.

 

"Daddy, look at me!" Solarmon used his gear body to run along the fence at

an amazing speed.

 

Genki raised an eyebrow. "He's your son?"

 

"Adopted son," Ikkakumon explained. "I haven't fathered a child yet."

 

"Though that may change in the future," Palmon chirped.

 

"And she is?" Genki asked.

 

"The apple in my eye, and the thorn in my side," Ikkakumon quipped. "Though

she's usually a bit bigger."

 

Palmon smacked him lightly with her vine fingers. "That's not nice to say."

 

Ikkakumon lowered his head. "Sorry, dear."

 

Jyou let off a short chuckle at the scene as he sat on a public bench on the

side of the field. He would've preferred to have attended the wedding, but

they needed something to distract uninvited guests. He knew from Yamato who

Genki was, one of the dirtier tabloid reporters in Tokyo. Hikari and Takeru

needed some privacy, and Genki would not only announce their wedding but

reveal who the Odaiba Chosen were if he had made it inside the Church.

 

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Mr. Yagami looked down at his daughter, his little girl. Soon she wouldn't

be his little girl, would she? She was going to be a Takaishi and dead to

her birth clan as far as family records go.

 

It hadn't hit until now just what was going on. His daughter was leaving him

to start her own family. He shouldn't have to do this until she was at least

eighteen, but here they were after she barely turned thirteen getting

married. Today her home would be on the other side of Odaiba, and not the

other side of the apartment. Today he would be saying good-bye to her.

 

Hikari looked up at him with concern in her eyes. "Daddy, don't cry."

 

"I'm not crying," Mr. Yagami said defensively, despite that his hand almost

involuntarily checking to see if he was and coming up wet.

 

Hikari smiled slightly. "You just have something in your eyes," she said as

an excuse, knowing it to be false.

 

"Okay, so maybe I am crying. It's my right as a father losing his daughter,"

Mr. Yagami retorted.

 

"You're not losing me. I'll always be your daughter, nothing will change

that," Hikari assured him.

 

Mr. Yagami gave a short laugh. "Guess I should look at this as gaining a son

and a grandchild, right?"

 

Hikari nodded. "That's how I'm looking at it, that I'm not losing you, but

increasing the size of my family."

 

Mr. Yagami held his daughter's cheek and stared into her eyes. For perhaps

the first time, he wondered where the innocence that once sparkled in her

eyes had gone. What had become of her childhood? He knew she had gone

through a lot, but the fathomless eyes peering at him had no right to be on

a thirteen year old. They had no right to be on anyone, as they shown of

depth of knowledge no one should ever know and yet his daughter did know. He

tried to fight a new wave of tears as he told her, "You're wise beyond your

years."

 

Hikari closed her eyes. "That's more of a curse than most people would

believe."

 

Mr. Yagami nodded. "It certainly is."

 

An old man with very little of his gray hair remaining on his head

approached them wearing the robes of a Catholic priest. "Are you ready?"

 

Mr. Yagami glanced at his daughter and then wiped away a few of his tears.

"Yeah, we're ready."

 

The priest turned and asked again, "Are you ready?"

 

Tailmon's twitched nervously. "As ready as I can be."

 

The priest nodded and went to the doors and waved a hand to signal the

Church's band to begin playing.

 

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Takeru glanced over those assembled at the Church for his wedding. There

were a lot of people he didn't really know. Many of them he could only

identify because of the digimon with them, such as Mina with Candmon. He

vaguely recognized most of the New York group at the back of the Church with

their digimon. Behind them in a glass room, where parents can take a new

born infant to Church and not disturb the mass if the baby started crying,

was Piyomon with Tailmon's egg. From where he stood he could see the egg and

knew that Tailmon would be able to as well.

 

Takeru wondered how his father had been allowed to use one of the television

station's news camera to record the wedding, or use the main studio to hold

the reception for that matter.

 

Takaishi swallowed hard as the bridal procession music began.

 

Michael of the New York Chosen, wearing the pure white robes of a Catholic

acolyte, entered first carrying a large book with golden trim. Following him

was the old priest who had agreed to do the ceremony.

 

Then came Sora and Taichi, and then Mimi and Yamato. Tachikawa certainly

looked a little upset. Whether it was because she had to walk next to his

brother or because the brides maid dress looked awful on her despite being

pink, Takeru couldn't tell.

 

Then came his best man, Iori, and Hikari's maid of honor, Miyako. The reason

why they chose those two for the roles was to appease anyone who might feel

hurt by not being asked. With the mutual decision to use their Jogress

partners, Hikari wouldn't have to choose between Sora and Mimi while he

wouldn't have to be forced to decide between Yamato and Iori.

 

Takeru smirked when he heard Patamon shift uncomfortably next to him.

 

Tailmon held a small bouquet as she was being guided down the isle by

Agumon. While it had been talked about to at least get the cat digimon a

veil to wear, Tailmon opted to not wear any bridal garb. That had made

Agumon wearing a bow-tie seemed to be even stranger looking on the dinosaur

digimon.

 

Not that the bow-tie on Patamon was any better, considering he didn't even

have a neck.

 

What came next caused Takeru to break out in a cold sweat, Mr. Yagami was

leading Hikari down the isle.

 

Takeru couldn't remember when Hikari looked so radiant. Despite the

off-white color of the wedding dress, she looked like she was glowing with

white light. The lace trim did a wondrous job of accentuating certain

features like her breasts and gave no indications that she was pregnant. She

looked very much like a goddess even though he knew she was afraid that she

might end up becoming one.

 

Before Takeru knew it, Hikari was next to him and the mass had begun.

 

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Daisuke wondered when it happened. When did he stop caring that Hikari was

with Takeru?

 

Sure, Daisuke watched Hikari walked down the isle and envied Takeru for

getting a girl like her. However, that didn't bother Motomiya as much as the

question of how to get into that golden haired girl's panties. Hopefully she

had a female digimon partner so V-mon could finally get lucky as well.

 

It wasn't when Miyako took his virginity, nor when he had sort of been with

Yukimi. He still wanted Hikari to be with him then. Maybe when it was when

he bumped into a classmate that was a little upset. He had gone out of his

way to cheer her up and ended up having sex with her, making them both feel

better.

 

Now the idea of being with Hikari doesn't turn him on as much as it used to.

Sure, if she gave him a chance, he'd sleep with her but that was more out of

curiosity than anything else.

 

On the rare nights he masturbated, it wasn't Hikari he imagined having sex

with. Well, not Hikari by herself, anyway. It was usually Miyako or some

other girl that caught his fancy that day.

 

Daisuke sighed as the mass progressed. Hikari was permanently out of his

reach, so he might as well aim at trying to get other girls.

 

----------------------

 

Sayuri had been surprised when she wasn't just invited to the reception, but

the wedding itself. If they were going through a Shinto ceremony, then it

would've been for family only. However, Catholic weddings were obviously

different.

 

In a Shinto marriage, the couple pledges their love and duty to each other

and to their families. While the priest talked about love and duty, it had

to do more with their God than for the couples or the couple's family.

 

Then there's the standing, sitting, kneeling, and standing again. Couldn't

they just make up their minds and stick with one thing? It certainly felt

more like an exercise that a profession of faith.

 

"How much longer is this going to take?" Sayuri mumbled under her breath,

wondering when they were going to actually get to the point of Hikari and

Takeru exchanging wedding vows.

 

The foreign Chosen next to her glanced over with a peculiar look and

answered, "At least another half-hour."

 

Sayuri stared at him.

 

Yume smacked Sayuri's knee and scolded with a whisper, "Be quiet. We don't

want to ruin this. Besides, look how beautiful the ceremony is."

 

Sayuri noticed that Yume wasn't even paying attention to the priest but was

alternating looking from Hikari and Takeru to Iori. She didn't have to guess

what the wheelchair bound girl was thinking, or more to the point-- day

dreaming, and didn't like it one bit.

 

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The elderly priest smiled. "Now for the reason we are all here, to join this

man and this woman, as well as this digimon with another digimon in holy

matrimony in the eyes of God, family, friends and the community.

 

"Who gives away these brides?"

 

"I give my daughter," Mr. Yagami answered.

 

"I give away Tailmon," Agumon added.

 

The priest nodded. "Let no man, woman, or digimon put asunder the bounds

that tie these couples together.

 

"Do you, Yagami Hikari, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In

sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for the rest of your

lives?"

 

Hikari nodded shallowly, and squeaked, "I do."

 

The priest turned. "Do you, Tailmon, take this digimon to be your lawfully

wedded husband? In sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for

the rest of your lives?"

 

Tailmon shifted uneasily. "I do."

 

"Do you, Takaishi Takeru, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?

In sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for the rest of your

lives?" the priest asked.

 

Takeru's parched throat demanded water as he vainly tried to swallow again.

His voice cracked as he answered, "I do."

 

"Do you, Patamon, take this digimon to be your lawfully wedded wife? In

sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for the rest of your

lives?" the priest asked yet again.

 

Patamon nodded several times. "Yeah, I do."

 

"May I have the symbols of love?" the priest questioned.

 

Iori produced a ring and a small bracelet and the ring to Takeru and the

bracelet to Patamon. Miyako did the same for Hikari and Tailmon.

 

The priest held out his hands. "May the good Lord bless these symbols of

love and forever show the bounds they share.

 

"Gentlemen, please repeat after me. With this symbol, I thee wed."

 

"With this symbol, I thee wed," Takeru and Patamon chorused.

 

The priest continued, "To love, honor, and cherish above all others."

 

"To love, honor, and cherish above all others," the boys finished, sliding

their respective tokens of love onto their brides.

 

"Now ladies, repeat after me. With this symbol, I thee wed," the priest told

them.

 

"With this symbol, I thee wed," Hikari and Tailmon said together.

 

"To love, honor, and cherish above all others," the priest repeated.

 

"To love, honor, and cherish above all others," the girls stated, as they to

placed their bands of matrimony onto their grooms.

 

The priest addressed the mass, "Is there anyone here who feels these couples

should not get married, speak now or forever hold your piece."

 

The priest waited for a moment and the grinned happily. "I now declare you

man and wife, and digimon and wife. You may kiss the bride."

 

Takeru lifted the veil on his wife's face and gave her a short kiss filled

with emotion to seal the promises made.

 

Patamon leaned over and kissed his mate as he was directed to do. It was

more of a nervous peck on the lips than anything else. Tailmon scowled

slightly, grabbed her husband and gave him a fiery kiss the likes of which

he hadn't felt in months.

 

A cheer echoed through the Church, though some of those attending seemed

upset at them being so loud.

 

Hikari was rather surprised to see that Daisuke was one of the loudest ones

cheering for them.

 

"Ah, the sounds of joy," the old priest commented fondly. "It is my pleasure

to present Mr. and Mrs. Takaishi, as well as Mr. Patamon and Mrs. Tailmon."

 

Sayuri fought against groaning audible when the Catholic mass continued for

another five minutes before finally ending.

 

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Author's Notes:

 

Give praise to the all mighty insomnia for getting this written. I certainly

didn't expect to be done with it this soon. And I can't blame caffeine on

this since I haven't had any.

 

Buriko:

Translating this would be difficult as it's part of Japanese culture. Girls

try to attract a guys attention by being cute. Buriko is the term used for

someone who takes being cute to the extremes. Think Zero-One Mimi wearing

frilly dresses and talking like a four year old, but have her age be

thirteen years or older.

 

For those who don't know what an acolyte is:

An acolyte, or more commonly known as alter boy, is someone who aids the

priest during mass but is not a trained member of the clergy.

 

Why did I make Michael an altar boy? Since he's American, he's probably

Christian. Considering his father is a movie star, and a wealthy one at

that, Michael is likely going to a private school which are usually run by

Roman Catholics. Being in a Catholic school, going to mass is require, and

student volunteers are used to be the alter boys. Seeing Michael had such a

'Dudley Du Right' appearance in the Fox dub, and that his father might very

well be based off Brandon Fraiser-- I'm playing on the idea of him as being

'Dudley Jr.'.