"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No, Daisuke."

"Why not, Miyako?"

"Because, you're stubborn, arrogant bast-"

"Miyako! Pardon your language."

"Shut up."

"Why do you resort to mean language?"

"Daisuke, shut up."

"Miyako-"

"Don't even say it."

"But why won't you kiss me?"

"Daisuke, I will never kiss you."

"Why?"

"I've already told you."

"That isn't a good reason."

"Yes it is."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"No it isn't."

"Daisuke! Fine. I wont kiss you because, one, I hate you. Two, you're a haughty proud jerk. And three, well, I just hate you."

"No you don't. You love me."

"Whatever, Daisuke."

"Please kiss me."

"No."

"Please!"

"NO! Try again next year."

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Happy New Year!"

"Hey, Miyako."

"Eh?"

"It's next year."

"Oh, Dais-"

She had been interrupted by a fat kiss laid on her lips.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

I posted this as a one-shot and not part of my collection for many reasons. Not in the mood to fully explain, however.

This, I believe, is one of the first fics of 2007, or at least according to EST.

And this was the only couple I thought would really work.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! ENJOY 2007 EVERYONE!