The school's doors nearly exploded as kids rushed through them. Spring Break had finally arrived! A resounding chant of "No more homework, no more books, no more sensei's dirty looks!" rose from the crowd. Only a few students didn't feel the desire to join in. Inoue Miyako was one of them.

The lavender haired girl's eyes stared at the pavement as she walked away. She didn't feel like joining the other Chosen Children today; they would be off fighting the Kaiser again. For some reason, Miyako didn't want to join in the fight. It was as if the spirit of battle and adventure had decided to leave her very being. This fact annoyed her to no end! Why was she being so unenthusiastic about going to the Digital World? When she first heard about it, she was overwhelmed with giddyness and excitement. Now things had gotten monotonous. Destroy a spire here, foil the Kaiser's plans there...

The Kaiser. Miyako sighed loudly. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be that cutie? Sure, she had a little crush on him, but that was before he had removed his glasses. Now she loathed him. He didn't understand that he was hurting living creatures, not computer data! She really wanted to teach him a lesson! Then again, she didn't. After all, she was on her way home, not back in the computer room with her friends. But she had to. But she couldn't! "ARGH!" Miyako screamed, confused and frustrated. She took her backpack and threw it to the ground.

"Itaii!!" a small voice squeaked from the pack. "Miyako, taskete! Your textbooks are squishing me!"

"Ohmigosh," Miyako gasped. She rushed to the talking bag and rested on her knees. Setting it on her lap, she unzipped the pack to reveal a rather ruffled ball of feathers with a beak. "Gomen na, Poromon. I just had a... moment."

The small Digimon peeked out from under the folds of cloth. "You've been having lots of moments lately, Miyako. Are you okay?" he squeaked worriedly. His human friend managed a small smile.

"I'll be fine. Especially with you as my partner." She reached in and stroked his feathers back into place. "Let's head home and have a nice snack, okay?"

"Yay! All this school stuff is making me hungry!"Poromon cheered.

Miyako laughed. "Same here!" She carefully zipped her pack up and started carrying it home.

Poromon was just beginning to nod off from the gentle rocking of the pack, when he heard Miyako talking. Curious, he listened intently.

"Okay, listen here. I've gone through a whole world of Digimon in order to give you a piece of my mind! I can't believe how cruel you can be, torturing innocent creatures like this! They are not just bits of data. If they were, how come they can show up in the real world? Answer me that, genius, then let me get by you so I can rescue my friends, the Digimon you're being so nasty to! I'm not afraid of you! You-- you......" She faltered, searching for the right words to finish her speech. After a moment of silence and a frustrated sigh, she found the phrase to top it off. "You have no power over me," Miyako quietly mumbled.

Practicing for when she sees Ken again, Poromon thought. I wonder why she's thinking about him so much these days? I know we recently found out he's the Kaiser, but I was sure she was over him! That's how she acts, at least. Maybe it's time for a Digimon to Chosen talk...

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It was later that afternoon when everything happened. Miyako was home alone, having trouble with her homework, mostly because she couldn't concentrate on it. She groaned, reading the same paragraph in her textbook for the fifth time.

"Miyako?" Poromon piped up. "Um, I'm hungry again--"

"Get it yourself," she snapped. She was not in the mood to talk right now. Poromon took the hint and fluttered into the kitchen. When she was in one of those moods, it was best to wait until she was ready to talk. He started searching for the cookie jar.

Meanwhile, the Child of Love and Purity had finally given up on her textbook and began practicing her speech again. She had to convince herself that he had about as much power over her as the rocks on the pavement. So why was she doing nothing but thinking of him? Worrying about him? Wondering where he was, and if he's okay... STOP! He's the enemy! You can't let his awfully good looks get the best of you! Remember what he did to all those poor Digimon. They've been hurt, deleted, ruthlessly beaten... why does he do that? No villian does bad things without a reason. Wonder what happened to him? Will he be okay? ARGH!!! Stop doing this Miyako!

CRASH!! The sound of ceramic falling to pieces snapped Miyako out of her maddened state. She gasped and hurried to the kitchen. She expected an evil Digimon of sorts to be wrecking her home, maybe even the Kaiser himself. When she slid in, all she found was a broken cookie jar and a grimacing Poromon beside the smashed shards and cookies.

"G-Gomen, Miyako!"he cried nervously.

There was a tense moment as Miyako took in the damage. Suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore. First she was confused, then she couldn't get her homework done, and now this! The mixed emotions exploded, and not in the small Digimon's favor. "Couldn't you have been more careful, Poromon?? You could've hurt yourself! Next time, ask for my help!" She snatched a hand-broom and dustpan and marched towards the mess.

Poromon's eyes widened. "But you said to get it myself," he said in self-defense.

"Well, when it gets too hard for you, you should always ask for help! That jar's as big as you! Not to mention it was mom's favorite!!" She angrily swept it all up and dumped them in the waste basket.

The tiny bird fluttered up to his friend's eye level. "Well, y'see, I knew you were frustrated about Ken, so I thought that you'd like some time alone." The girl froze at the mention of the genius' name. Poromon flinched, wanting to swallow those words, but continued. "If you want to talk about it, then I'm right here." His reply was a very tense silence. Miyako looked down, confused again.

"Poromon.. that's very nice of you..." She looked like she was on the verge of tears. "But you can't help me with this. I have to do this on my own..."

"If it gets too hard for you, you should always ask for help, right?" he chirped, quoting his friend.

"Forget that!! It won't work here!! You CAN'T help!!" she shouted. "I don't even know how to help myself!! How could you possibly know what I'm feeling, what I'm thinking, how utterly helpless I feel! I didn't even go on a mission today because of it! I can't be of any use to the team like this!" She let the tears flow freely.

"Maybe the team could understand," Poromon stated firmly, although taken aback by Miyako's outburst. "They're human too!"

"But they're all fighting him. They all hate him!" she cried, referring to Ken.

"So do you! Don't you?"

"I don't know..." she sobbed. She sat on the floor, legs curled up to her chest and face buried in them. Poromon had no idea what to do. Miyako had never acted like this before. Uneasily, he hovered down to her and whispered, "How can I help?"

There were a few more sobs. He didn't know what else to do except curl up beside her and wait for the crying to subside.

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At that same moment, the Kaiser himself was grumbling in his chair. Those bratty Children had destroyed several spires today. It seemed as though they had more determination and strength than ever before. The odd thing was, they accomplished it with one member less. Perhaps she was no longer a teammate, or they found that she hindered their cause. That must be it. He would do the same thing if one of the Digimon became useless to him. Wormmon was only around because he was entertaining.

"Wormmon! I want an immediate report on today's battle!" he shouted into the blackness behind him.

"Yes, Master," a timid voice replied. He heard the Digimon skitter away, then returned his attention to the monitors in front of him. It showed images of various sectors in the Digital World, all containing a spire. He smirked. What was he worried about? He could build ten spires for each one lost. He could still win.

"The report, Wormmon," the Kaiser demanded.

The skitters returned. A green bug Digimon appeared by the Kaiser's side, holding a few papers with his front claws. "Right here, Master," said Wormmon quietly. The papers were roughly snatched from him. Wormmon stared sadly at the floor while his human "companion" scanned the report.

"There wasn't any hesitation in their attacks," the blue-haired boy noted. "Impressive. Lose one member and they knock down five spires. Well, give credit where credit is due, they say." Laying the paper aside, he commanded, "Prepare the DarkTyrannomon for an inevitable battle tomorrow." Wormmon started to bow, when he noticed something on the monitors.

"Ken-chan, one of the C--"

"Don't call me by that name!!" the boy roared, standing and unleashing his whip. He snapped it at the cowering insect a few times, finding satisfaction in the bug's fear.

"Gomen nasai, Master! But it's one of the Children... here, alone with her Digimon."

"Nani?" Ken spun around and sat down again, examining the monitors. Sure enough, near one of the forests bordering his fortress, was the Child missing from earlier that day. Her and her Digimon were the only intruders. He grinned evilly. "So, daring enough to do a solo mission, ne? Heh, well, let's make it as solo as possible..."
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Ooooooooooooo, what's Kenny up to? Why did Miyako come by herself? What's going to happen next? Do you know? Do I know? Why am I asking these annoying questions just like a certain narrator who yaks at the end of a certain show, making the cliffhanger even more unbearable? Why aren't you filling out that box at the bottom with a flameless review? *gets beaned on the head with a metal bat* @.@ Why are there two of you? *passes out*