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These are drawings that I made from dA muro!and I also have fanfics too.



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Slightly AU. Maisy. Takari. Bravis. Kenyako. Not Daiken, because I hate yaoi pairings. 2023. Need I say more?


Right. Matt's P.O.V. And I own nothing. Nothing. well, except Daisy and Brittany.

Music is, and has always been my life. Even before I was born, music was a part of me. My parents, a newspaper reporter and a television producer, got the harebrained idea to play ample amounts of classical music throughout my mother's trimesters, in hopes that it would make me some sort of   genius.  It's a family legend, started by my brother, I believe, that my father was playing Ride of the Valkyries as my mother was going into labor. An untruth, I assure you. They continued the classical immersion through those fragile developmental years, when you first realize you have toes and that your parents  will come if you scream loud enough. Needless to say, I did not grow up to be a genius. That's all right; our faction of twelve, well, thirteen, had enough genius in it, between Izzy Izumi, Ken Ichijoji and Brittany Hirayama. I grew up to be; you guessed it, a musician.

It may come to you as a shock, but I'm not that handsome, gawky teenager with the bass guitar anymore. All good things come to an end at some point, and Teenage Wolves died when the four of us graduated. I was sorry to see it go, but it was time. I now teach piano and vocal lessons three days a week, for now, I'm still waiting on a call from the New Japan Philharmonic Orchestra. Besides, my life is already full enough. I'm a father. Yes, you read right. The great stoic is a father.

I suppose you'll want to hear all about it, how I fell in love, got married, and helped create something that I would gladly give everything for. But that would take too long, and I'm not one for words. There isn't much to tell, anyways. Nothing you haven't already heard. Longtime friends Daisy Hirayama and Matt Ishida start dating in high school. And college. And after college. After, she becomes a successful professional fashion model and he a well-off musician, they get married and move into a studio apartment. Not long after that, their first daughter Yumiko Ishida was born. There, that's my life from where you last saw me. Miko is three now, and Daisy's two months pregnant with our next child. The year is 2023, and I'm still more or less the same Matt Ishida that ran around the Digital World so many years ago hyperventilating over his brother.


"Weather today calls for partial clouds, a mild breeze from the southeast, and a high of into the mid-seventies. Looking ahead towards the weekend..."

The clock radio is chattering in my ear, the chipper voice crackling from interference. Morning again? It seems as though I just fell asleep. Daisy's side of the bed is empty again, still warm, so she has just vacated it. Please don't let her be sick again. Two months pregnant and she's still sick. My mother told her that severe morning sickness is usually a good indication that the baby is a boy. I wouldn't mind having a son, someone to carry on the proud Ishida name. Running water from behind the bathroom door, faucet, not shower, confirms my suspicions. Looks like it's another tea-and-toast breakfast for her, meaning I have to get Miko up... not that it should be any great difficulty.

I walk down the hallway to her bedroom, can hear her giggling to herself in there. She's spoiled rotten, my little beauty, but with the extended family she has, it's expected. With an aunt and uncle who are over on a near-daily basis and a score of godparents and god-monsters, she'll never be as isolated as I was. I made certain of that.

"You got a call while you were out last night," Gabumon states, poking his head out from around the corner. "Your eight o'clock lesson was canceled."

"Thanks, Gabumon. And would you let Lunamon know Daisy's sick again?"

My partner nods and disappears, off to find his purple counterpart.

Miko is sitting on the floor, trying to pull a sock onto her delicate little foot. Her clothes don't match, and her shirt is inside out and backwards, but the effort has been noted.

"G'morning Daddy!" she says brightly, looking up from the daunting task of pulling at her sock.

"Morning, Miko. Need a bit of help?"

She shakes her head, pulling harder on her sock. It finally slides on, and she couldn't have looked prouder. I don't have the heart to tell her she looks as if she's just rolled out of the laundry hamper. She's dressed herself and that's an incredible feat for a three-year-old.

"Mommy's sick again, so you and I are going to have breakfast together and we'll give Mommy hers when she feels better, okay?" I ask, taking her tiny hand in mine. She nods complacently and lets me lead her to the kitchen.

Moonmon and Lunamon are already foraging for something to eat, and Gabumon has had the foresight to put a cup of coffee out for me, his own in his hand... or paw, rather.

"Mommy's gonna get better, right?" Miko asks, opening one of those individual-sized cereal boxes and dumping it into a plastic bowl, not without launching a mass of colored cereal bits across the counter. These she dumps into her hand and then into the bowl.

"Yup. The baby's just making her sick right now."

She watches me take a sip from my mug, blue eyes screwed up with scrutiny.

"Daddy, what's coffee taste like?"

I grin at her. "It tastes bad, you wouldn't like it."

"If it tastes bad, why do you drink it?"

She has all the inquisition of T.K., I swear.

"Because it keeps me awake."

She follows me into the studio; one half of the room is occupied by my piano, the other half by Daisy's desk. Or, where Daisy's desk should be. It's covered in sketches and pens, brushes, ink and paint and swatches that Sora lent to her, so that she can look at the designs that she's specifically drawn for Daisy to wear. I hate the word 'swatch'. Lunamon's got her own desk, next to Daisy's, and a set of specially crafted pens for her use. Gabumon uses what's supposed to be my desk, he works as my secretary and keeps my music in order in the wooden cabinet next to the desk.

I sit down at the bench, crack my knuckles, run my fingers through my hair. It's all standard routine before I play anything. Go through my usual warm- ups, fingers fluttering lightly across the keys in rapid motion as they are pushed from sluggish inactivity. Miko's leaning on the bench, watching in rapt awe as I play nothing more than a few scales.

"Daddy, teach me," she says when I finish and move to the cabinet to pick out a piece.

I shut the doors, smiling at her as I cross back to the piano. "Teach you?"

"I wanna play like you."

I scoop her up into my arms, sitting down with her at the keyboard. "It'll take a lot of time."

"I have lots of time."

I take her hand, guide it to middle C, press her finger down on the ivory. She gives a triumphant cry when a sound is produced.

"That's middle C. You can find every other note on the piano from middle C," I explain.

She tries again, on her own. Again and again the one simple note plays, filling the room with the repetitive tone.

"Music has it's own alphabet, from A to G," I tell her as she continues depressing middle C.

"What happens after G?" she asks. For a three-year-old, she's brilliant, I swear.

"It starts at A again."

I walk her fingers up the keys in a C major scale, up and then down again. She tries on her own, suspiciously eyeing the black keys and glancing up at me to make sure I approved.

"Very good, Miko. That's a scale. You keep practicing that; I'm going to see what Mommy's doing. Okay?"

"Okay!" she trumpets, moving her little fingers up and down repeatedly, moving from note to note with a clumsy plunk.

Daisy is sitting on the bed, chasing a pair of  pink Pepto-Bismol pills down with a glass of water. She makes a face as she swallows the chalky, not really peppermint flavored tablets. It never really occurred to me that Sora's digimon, Biyomon is more or less the same color as those pills until now. My wife, lovely and beautiful wife, is a lovely and beautiful shade of greenish gray.

"What's that racket in the other room? Did you drop a pen into the piano?" she asks with a scowl.

"I'm teaching Yumiko to play," I say proudly.

"Matt, our daughter is three. We've barely taught her the alphabet and how to count to ten, she doesn't need to know how to play the piano."

"She asked me to teach her. She's mastering scales right now."

She shakes her head in annoyance. "Matt..."

"Daisy? I promise, the next one can be yours. You can teach him how to cheer and dance."

"You're terrible, dude."

I kiss her cheek gently, telling her not to worry. Worrying is my job, her job is to get strong again. Because weakness has always been something I fear. Weakness, helplessness, pain and sorrow, things I don't want my children to know of.

She sighs and gives in. "All right, teach her to play. But when she realizes that it's not going to happen overnight, she's going to be disappointed."

"She already knows, she's got my intellect."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

I shoot her a look of disdain. "Even when you're suffering from morning sickness, you still get in your daily jab at me, don't you?"

Daisy grins. "With Tai in America, who else is going to? Which reminds me, I need to give these sketches back to Sora when she returns. she lent me her sketches, because she was going to spend a week in America with Tai."


I admit defeat for now and head back to the piano, where Miko is still trying. She's given up on the scales and is now just depressing various combinations of keys. I stand in the doorway, watching silently as she mumbles to herself and presses her fingers down on the ivory.

"Daddy makes it look so easy," she whimpers, playing a G sharp followed by a B flat.

"Daddy's been playing piano since he was a teenager," I tell her, making my presence known. "You'll be playing as good as I do in a few years, it just takes practice."

She sighs heavily, hopping down from the bench to hug me around the knees.

"I know, Daddy, I know."

I sit down at the bench again, flexing still stiff fingers. "How about you let your old man play for a little while?"

Miko breaks into a wide grin. "Oh please, Daddy?"

After a few more warm-ups, I begin to play a melody engrained on my heart. It was my audition piece for the Philharmonic, a self-composed masterpiece entitled Uta no tame ni Yumiko, Song for a Beauty. I had written it just after Miko was born, and it has become her 'image-song'. She starts humming along with the piano, enraptured by the swift moving fingers of her father. Daisy pokes her head into the room, a look of wry amusement on her face.

"And here I thought it was Miko playing," she says. "Trying to trick me, Ishida Yamato?"

"Why would I do such a thing?" I ask, still playing. "Deceive my wife. That cuts me deep, Ishida Daisy."

She rolls her eyes, a look of annoyance on her face. "Don't think we don't love each other, because we definitely do. We just happen to have a weird way of showing it."

"Your brother just called. He wants you to call him back right away."

I stop what I'm doing, turning to face her. "T.K.? I didn't hear the phone."

"That's because he didn't use the phone. He sent a message on your old D-Terminal."

I stare at her incredulously. "That hunk of junk still works? What kind of batteries did Izzy put in those things?"

She shrugged. "I have modeling rehearsal to get to. I'll see you both tonight."

"Bye Mommy!"

"Goodbye Daisy."

I sigh heavily, crossing to my desk and picking up the phone. Miko's gone back to her plunking, which is perfectly fine by me. Half the songs I write start out by plunking keys.

"Takaishi residence."

"So informal. Mom would kill you if she ever heard you answer the phone like that."

"Hello, my favorite big brother!"

I roll my eyes. "T.K., I'm your only big brother."

"Well, there was that time I asked Tai to be my brother because I hated you for running off... but anyway, what're you doing?"

"Trying to figure out why you would send me a message on my D-Terminal, seeing as how we stopped using those twenty years ago."

"Satoru and Satoshi found mine and I thought I'd see if it still worked, out of old habit, you know. Hey, you interested in having brunch with me?"

"I don't know, why?"

"I thought maybe my brother and niece would like to stop in, seeing as how Kari's at school, as are my sons. I'm all by myself here."

"T.K., you wretch, you're not alone. I can hear Patamon in the background now and... is that Veemon?"

He laughs. "Yeah, the Motomiyas are here too."

"The Motomiyas? You got that detective and housewife to leave their jobs?"

"I'm your brother, remember? If I wanted, I could get Tai and Sora to fly in from Washington. Come on, Matt, please? Besides, I have something here that belongs to you and you should probably come and get it."

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling you. You have to come here and see."

"I'll be there in ten minutes," I tell him through clenched teeth.

Miko toddles over, tugging at my shirt hem and looking up at me with a quizzical expression.

"Are we going somewhere?" she asks innocently.

I nod. "Uncle T.K. conned me into coming over. And your godfather and godmother got roped in as well. So, get your coat and Moonmon."


I sigh again, wondering what I did with my car keys. I know I put them somewhere!"

"Gabumon, where are my keys?"

"In your coat pocket! Going to visit T.K.?"

"Yeah, we shouldn't be gone too long. Although you never know with T.K."


My brother hasn't changed at all. He's still just as goofy as he was when we were kids. And being a live-in author doesn't help him either. He gets to stay home all day in front of the computer and make random phone calls to all of us so he can get the facts straight. He's been writing a series about our Digital World adventures, and every so often he'll call to ask me what happened during such-and-such a battle or what the attack of this digimon was.  As you might have guessed, he and Kari ended up getting married, and they have twin sons, Satoru and Satoshi. Fraternal twins, I should point out. One's the spitting image of T.K. and the other looks like a boyish Kari.

"Hello, sunshine!" he says to Miko, picking her up and swinging her around. She squeals, an expression of fear crossing her young face for an instant.

"Don't expect me to do that for you, Matt," he tells me, setting my daughter aside.

We set our shoes by the door and sit down in the living room, and yes, there's a couch. The original Ishida apartment, where Dad still lives, never had and never will have a couch. The Ichijojis and Motomiyas(meaning Ken and Yolei, and Davis and Brittany) and their digimon (also meaning Wormmon and Hawkmon and Veemon and Luminamon) are sitting on the loveseat across the room, drinking tea and reminiscing about something T.K. must have pestered them about.

"Hey there Matt, haven't seen you around lately. Keeping busy?" Davis asks, setting his cup down.

"I have a three-year-old daughter, does that answer your question?" I reply.

"Hi Uncle Ken! Hi Aunt Yolei!, Hi Uncle Davis! Hi Aunt Brittany! the bubbly blonde in question chimes, hugging her godfathers and godmothers. Everybody was surprised when Ken and Yolei, Davis and Brittany all announced that they were getting married. We were a bit floored when Yolei told them she was pregnant with their three children, though. But if it hadn't been for Ken, they wouldn't have their two sons and one daughter, Seiichi, Seiji and Shiori, Yolei's mini-mes and Ken's mini-me, who's a preteen. and also, if it hadn't been for Davis, he and Brittany wouldn't have their son, Eiji.

"So T.K., what's this you have for me?" I ask, watching Moonmon interact with Patamon, Hawkmon, Veemon and Luminamon. The four rookie-level monsters are describing another one of their heroic episodes to the little purple bowling pin.

"What?" my brother asks, his voice trailing from the kitchen.

"Nevermind, I'll ask you again when you're not ignoring me on purpose. How'd you get out of the office and Brittany out of the house?"

Davis grins. "I never go into work this early. Nobody wants noodles at nine in the morning, let alone any other sort of lunch/dinner thing."

"Davis called and begged me to come work with him. but nobody wants me to bother him while he's working." Brittany adds.

"Matt, did you ever hear from that orchestra?" T.K. questions, setting down a tray of random food things he happened to scrounge up.

"No, and it's been three months since that audition."

My brother almost magically produces an envelope. "They sent this here instead of to you."

The return address is from the Philharmonic. I think my hands are shaking as I slide the envelope open. Miko is still sitting in between Davis and Brittany, watching as her flustered father has difficulty with the mail.

"Dear Mr. Ishida... blah, blah... we commend you on an excellent performance... some stuff about being difficult to enter into... blah, blah, blah... on behalf of the New Japan Philharmonic Orchestra, we would like to extend to you the position of first chair pianist."

"First chair pianist?" Davis parrots.

"Is that good, Daddy?" Miko asks fearfully.

I sigh in relief. "It's wonderful. It's a dream come true, baby girl. You don't know how... oh man, I'm speechless."

"For once," T.K. retorts.

"So... what's the work entail?" Ken asks, setting his teacup down on the coffee table. I shrug.

"I'm not exactly sure. Concerts and rehearsals, I know, but they were a little sketchy on precisely on what I was doing. But they say they're sending me a schedule in a couple of weeks that will give me all the finer details. And this time, T.K., don't hide it from me. That is mail fraud, you know."

"Oh, I just wanted to make you squirm a little. Payback for all those years of torment."

"What years of torment?" I quip. "I didn't live with you, there was no torment!"

Miko scoops up Moonmon into her arms and hugs her little monster friend.

"Daddy's teaching me to play the piano just like him."

The three younger Destined raise their eyebrows at me. "Oh?"

"Just a little for now. Don't give me that look, T.K., I know you taught your boys to play basketball, so I'm teaching my girl to play piano."

"I just think she's a bit young for it, Matt. She's only three," T.K. points out.

"It can't hurt her," Brittany replies, taking a pair of slim silver glasses out of her pocket and examining my letter.

"It's hard," Miko says. "Daddy is so much better."

"Don't worry, Miko. I remember when your father couldn't do anything but wheeze into a harmonica."


Davis glances down at his phone. "Dang, I've gotta get running. I'll see you all later."

Brittany gets up as well, handing me back the letter. "If he's leaving, then I should head out too. The dishwasher should be finished by now, and I know you two will help me unload it, right?"

Veemon and Luminamon exchange fearful glances. "Heheh, of course we will."

They gather up their shoes, give Miko a kiss, tell her to behave and all that stuff, and slink out the door, leaving me alone with my brother. Not completely alone, of course, but alone enough for him to relax a little. T.K.'s never comfortable talking about 'family biz' around company. and Ken and Yolei also left, with Hawkmon and Wormmon trailing behind them.

"I guess Mom's going out to Paris to see Grandpa," T.K. sighs. "I still can't believe he's still alive after all these years."

"Remember, he was pretty young when he married and had Mom. He's not all that much older than she is. Unless you want me to tell our mother what you think of her age."

"You wouldn't. Besides, you never call her. She's always complaining about how you never call her. 'Oh, you're such a good boy for calling your mother on a regular basis. Not like Matt, if I hear from him during the holidays I'm lucky.' Jeez."

"Come on now, I call Mom almost as often as I call Dad. You're just trying to make me look bad in front of my own daughter. How's Kari?"

"Good enough. Still tries to have perfect attendance at school, even though she's the teacher now. I swear, she'll come down the Ebola virus and still come in to teach."

"Daisy's the same way. She had modeling rehearsal today, and she's still getting sick. I'm always telling her to just do a teleconference or use the webcam I bought her, but she insists on coming in herself. Almost as stubborn as I am."

We talk about life in general and all that gossip two brothers in their mid-twenties can talk adequately with a three-year-old still in the room for probably another half hour.

"I should get going, we left Gabumon at home by himself, and we all know what happens when we leave Gabumon home alone, right Miko?"

"There's no ice cream left?" she hazards. I nod smartly at her.

"Fine. I'll call you later in the week, see if we can hire a babysitter, the four of us can go out for dinner or something," T.K. states, getting up with us.

"Yeah, see if one of the Kido kids are around. Jim's girl might be available."

He bends over and gives his 'favorite niece' a crushing hug, patting her head and telling her to disobey me at every chance she got. I promptly tell her uncle not to lie.


Gabumon is sitting on the couch with a bowl of prepackaged Ramen, from Davis's Noodle Noodle chain, of course. He's got some trashy 'Behind the Music' clone on, and as we walk in he flashes a toothy grin.

"Hey, MVH1TV is doing one of those cheesy specials on former teen idols, and you happen to be the marshmallow for roasting right now!" he announces.

"Fabulous. You know that stuff rots your mind, right?"

He shrugs. "Come on, Matt. Everybody needs a little stupidity at some point."

"Gabumon, sometimes you nearly abuse the privilege. Any messages?"

"Just Daisy and Lunamon checking up on us. I told her you and Miko ran off to become some Vaudeville act for the Ukrainian circus. She told me that was nice and hoped you'd be home in time to start dinner because she sure as heck wasn't cooking tonight."

Miko's run back to the piano, trying to impress me with her great skills. She begins poking keys in some random sequence, and this time it sounds like a song. As I cross into the studio and she tries repeating the same sequence of keys, it starts to sound more and more familiar. Like the shaky beginnings of Heart and Soul.

"That's actually very good, Miko. How about we work all afternoon and surprise Mommy at how well you can play when she gets home?"

She nods enthusiastically, and I begin to teach her the simple pattern. Three strikes of one key, a downward and upward scale, a repetition of this with a higher note. She takes this in slowly, following my fingers, shooing my guiding hand away to try on her own. Concentration screws up her face in a determined expression.

"Am I doing it right?" she asks.

"You bet. Just take it slowly, and you'll get it."

She keeps trying, making sure not a single finger slips to an incorrect note. As she keeps plinking out the familiar tune, I slide my own hands down a few octaves to play the lower part. She stares at me in alarm.

"I play this part," I explain, playing the low chords, "and when I nod, you play what I taught you. Can you do that?"

"Maybe..." she says nervously.

"We'll try. How's that sound?"

I start up the chords again, remembering to keep the tempo slow enough for her to keep speed. I give Miko the curt nod she's watching for, and she starts off her part. She begins all right, but partially in between descending and ascending she slips onto a wrong note and stops.

"No, that was all right! Don't worry about that, you're doing just fine. I'm proud of you, Miko."

I'll remember the look she gave me after I said that for the rest of my life. She couldn't have looked more overjoyed if I told her we were getting a pony. Having never been told "I'm proud of you, Matt," by my father, it really struck a chord in my emotions... eh, no pun intended. I can't really any time where my father ever uttered his pride for me, and to see my own offspring take joy in hearing me tell her I was pleased with her work was one of the most gratifying moments of my life.


When Daisy and Lunamon came home that night, Miko and I were still at the piano. There was an instant pizza in the oven and the table had been set for the six of us. Usually I cook something from scratch, since I do have credible cooking talents, but tonight piano lessons were just too important for that. They paused just inside the door, hearing the two melodies playing over each other, one a bit shakier than the other, but still a decent job.    Daisy cautiously peered around the door frame to the studio, watching father and daughter sitting together, running their hands over the ivory surfaces.

"Aw, it's a Kodak moment," Lunamon said in her cute, girly voice, coming up from behind Daisy.

"Get the camera, Lunamon, Mom and Dad need to see this."

Miko was about to turn around and greet her mother when I elbowed her, shaking my head.

"Good musicians just keep playing until the photo opportunity is over," I tell her.

Years later, my daughter is still as much an avid musician as I am, and my son has absolutely no musical abilities but will probably cheer for mine and Daisy's old high school and dance at their school halftime shows and perform at the school basketball games. And every now and then, Miko will come and sit beside me at the piano and start playing Heart and Soul, vamping again and again until I give in and play along with her.

"This was the first song you ever taught me to play, Daddy," she'll tell me, elbowing me as she descends, playing two octaves at a time.

"I know."

"Thank you, Daddy."

I stop, mid-chord. "For what, Miko?"

She smiles angelically. "Taking the time to show me how, and telling me you were proud of me, even when I was playing nothing that was considered music."

"You're welcome, sweetheart."


This took me longer to write than I intended it to. but it was worth it.

You were going to make it more dramatic, weren't you?

I thought about having you get mugged and your throat more or less slashed.

And my fingers! You didn't want me to be musical anymore.

It would've been one of those dramatic heart-wrenchers.

Oh, spare me.

Just a little fluff piece about Matt teaching his daughter how to play the piano. Maisy, some Takari, some Bravis, some Kenyako. Again, it's fluffy.

Daisy, Brittany, Yumiko, Eiji, Seichii, Seijii, Shiori, Satoru and Satoshi (c) :icondigidestinedgirl09:

Matt, Davis, Ken, Yolei, T.K., Kari, Tai and Sora [in mention] belong to whoever created Digimon.

I might draw the Digidestined's kids sometime next week, but not this week.

Hope you comment or fave as usual.
Digimon OC-Brittany Hirayama by digidestinedgirl09
Digimon OC-Brittany Hirayama
After all this time, and only mentioning her in my fan fictions, here she is. The debut of my second Digimon OC, Brittany Hirayama. the younger sister of Daisy Hirayama. and the girlfriend of Davis Motomiya. since I don't like him paired with Ken Ichjoji, because it doesn't look right. and I might write some fan fictions with her and Davis someday, but not right now. and what do you think of her new look, Digivice and Digimon, whose name is Luminamon. do you guys think she's a good partner for Brittany or not? and also, what's a good shipping name for her and Davis? comment me your suggestions.

Brittany Hirayama (c) :icondigidestinedgirl09:

Hope you like her!

Hey! I took a little break from reading my Hunger Games book to write this. I couldn't take it... I just had to write a Maisy!!!  In fact, this is the thirtieth one-shot/ fanfic I've written. So, when this one is finished, it'll be my thirty-first one-shot/ fanfic. I'm sorry to all my fellow Taiora fans. But I promise   you, a Taiora one-shot will be written soon. In fact, a lot of those will be written sometime next year. Right now, I just want to get through writing all of the one-shots that I have right now. Please read and comment when you're done.

Thank You for Loving Me
By: digidestinedgirl09

"A man's character is his fate." - Hereclitus
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or 'Thank You For Loving Me' by Bon Jovi.




"Matt! Can I have your autograph?"

"Can I have your shirt??"

"Can you sign my forehead?"

"Yet another day had gone by in the life of Matt Ishida, Odaiba's most popular singer. His die-hard fans, or mob as he liked to call them, had been following him since he left the recording studio. He ran his hands through his golden hair and flashed them a smile, causing more than one to faint.

"Now, now, ladies, you know there's only one for me," he said, looking at a vase full of Daisies.

"Daisy," many of them hissed, hatred in their voices.

The mob had grown considerably smaller over the last year when they found out he was dating Daisy Hirayama. They had tried to keep it a secret for as long as they could, so the tabloids wouldn't have a new story to print. But why would the mob be jealous? Was it because she was beautiful? Was it because she was a brunette? As the saying goes: 'Blondes do prefer brunettes.' But Jun kept following him and found out, spreading the word across town faster than lightning. Still, some of the most dedicated fans had stayed with him, throughout his career, starting in high school, and following him even now, three years later.

"Please, Matt needs his space," a certain red haired girl said, "Now, let me talk to my boyfriend." She slung her arm around him, like an old friend.

"Jun, how many times do I have to tell you? I am not dating you, I have never dated you, and I will never date you," Matt said, slipping out of her grasp and running up the stairs of the closest apartment building.

"Look, there he goes!"

"Matt, come back!"

"I love you, Matt!!"

"AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Matt screamed, trying to outrun the lunatics. He turned a corner and yelped in surprise as someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him into an apartment. "Who are...? Oh, Tai. Thanks so much, man. You don't know how much I hate them and how much pain you just saved me from."

"No prob. I heard you scream like a little girl and decided to save you once again," Tai said, flopping himself down on the couch.

"Uh.... Tai..." Matt said, looking around the room.

"Yeah, what?"

"You know this isn't your apartment, right?"

"Of course," Tai said, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels.

"Then who's is it??" Matt asked. He was hoping that Tai didn't just break in.

"Don't know," He saw the color drain from Matt's face, "Calm down. It's Izzy and Mimi's. They're.... Um.... busy at the moment."

"What do you mean by 'busy'?"

"Well, Izzy just gave Mimi a gold bracelet for their anniversary and then they started making out and then I said to get a room and they did."

"Oh," Matt said, walking over to the fridge and taking out a soda. "So what's up with you? I haven't talked to you in at least a week."

"Yeah, 'cause you and Daisy are always out together. Damn, I can't even talk to my three best friends!!" Tai put his head in his palms and pretended to sob, "Oh, where is Daisy when I need a hug??  where is Sora when I have to tell her all of my problems?? Where's Matt when I have anger problems and I have to take it out on someone??" he wailed.

Matt punched him playfully in the arm, "Shut up. I just want to find out if I'm doing the right thing, is that so wrong?"

"Oh, you mean the thing," he said, putting emphasis on 'thing'. "Well, let me ask you two questions. One, do you love her?"

"Of course, with all my heart."

"Okay. Two, have you told her that?"

"Um.... not really...." Matt said, and in shame, looked down at the ground.

"Why not?! I tell Sora I love her all the time." Tai said, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Well.... I.... I wanted it to be perfect, ya know? I wanted to wait until the right time, but whenever that came around, you or Sora or T.K. or Kari or Mimi or somebody came and interrupted. I don't want Daisy to think that I just throw it around, saying 'I love you', to every cute girl I see on the street," he looked down at the ground again and Tai let go of him, "I didn't want to wait this long. It's already been a year and a half."

"Fine, I'll accept that answer, but you have to tell her. I know you love her and I know she loves you more than you can ever imagine. You have to tell her, because she needs to know. Do something special for her, or else, I'll get her sister."

"Okay, okay. Like what? You know my talents are very limited," Matt said, smiling a little.

"I don't know. Be creative," Tai glanced down at his cell phone, "Damn, I gotta go, the team needs me." Tai ran to the door and grabbed his stuff.

"See ya, Matt!"

"You spend way too much with soccer. You'd expect you were dating it or something," Matt said, giving Tai an evil look.

"Hey, it's a hard job being the captain of a national soccer team, but somebody's gotta do it," Tai said with a smirk and then ran out to his red convertible.

Matt watched his friend drive off and then grabbed another soda from the fridge. "Well, I better get going," he said to himself. "Bye Izzy, bye Meems," he said quietly as he walked out the door.


"Oh, Daisy, you are so lucky. Just look at him. He's so cute and he's rich and he's the most popular guy in Japan!!" a girl with long black hair, named Harumi, said.

"I'm not dating him because of that. I love him. He's the sweetest and most thoughtful person, he's so cool to talk to and he just makes me so happy," Daisy said. She and her other two best friends, besides Sora and Kari, from the cheerleader preliminaries, Harumi and Naomi (I might make a bio for these two later) were at a club called "The Beach" watching Matt and his band play.

"You know you can't say that the fact that he's cute and has the bluest blue eyes you've ever seen isn't a plus, Dais," Naomi said, flipping her honey-blonde hair behind her. All three girls laughed when Daisy blushed at the comment.

Instinctively, she looked up at Matt and smiled at him. She locked eyes with him and listened to his voice echo throughout the club. She heard nothing of Harumi and Naomi's conversation... she only heard his voice. There may have been three hundred people there, but it was like he was singing to her and her only.

She looked away, still smiling. "Hey guys, I'm going to go backstage, okay? I'll meet you out by the car, Naomi." As Harumi and Naomi nodded their consent, she walked to the backstage door, showed her V.I.P pass and waited behind the stage to meet Matt when he was done.

"Thank you, everybody," he stood up and flashed his famous smile and bowed. He stepped back and walked off stage, not waiting for the autograph requests.

He saw Daisy there and ran up to her and picked her up. He smiled as she shrieked and playfully kicked and punched him. "Put me down, dude!" she screamed, laughing and giggling at his actions. "Don't make me call Brittany and have her teach you a lesson!"

Matt pouted, and put her down gently on her feet, then gulped at the thought of her sister bursting through the door and strangling him, "Okay... but..." he tickled her side, getting another shriek from her. People around them laughed at their playful actions as they watched Daisy and Matt play a game of Chase.

Daisy looked around and saw Matt's guitar case leaning next to a chair. She smirked and ran to it, picking it up. She turned on her heel and looked at Matt, a deviant and evil look on her face, "Come any closer and the guitar gets it."

Matt stopped dead in his tracks, afraid she really would do it. But then he caught her bluff and walked slowly up to her, "You wouldn't, he said, getting ever so closer.

Daisy looked at him, then the guitar, then back at him, "So? Your point happens to be.... what exactly?"

"Nothing," he said, finally getting to her and taking his precious guitar away from her. He took her hands and gave her a quick kiss. "So what's up?"

"Nothing much. What did you do all day while I was at cheerleading practice?" she asked as they walked towards the back door.

"Nothing much, just got chased around by Jun and her minions while I left practice,"

"Oh, how fun," she said, looking up at the stars.

"Do you need a ride home?" Matt asked, gazing at her lovely and amazing figure in the moonlight.

"Nah, I'm going over to Naomi's with my sister and then going home, so she's giving us a ride," she said quietly, looking at the glittering sky. It seemed to her, she shouldn't be loud in front of the stars.

"Hey, kiss your boyfriend already, Daisy, and let's go!" Naomi yelled across the parking lot.

Daisy looked over at her and made a mental note to punch her for that. Matt looked down at her and smiled. "You know she's right."

"About the kissing you part or the me going part?" she whispered as he leaned in, gently grazing his lips against hers.

"The first one," he said, then pulled her into a passionate and sexy kiss. Daisy always felt like floating on air when he kissed her and this time was no different. She opened her Strawberry balm flavored mouth a little and let him explore. She slowly broke the kiss, her petite, yet curvy and toned body yearning for air. She looked into his eyes, which were the same as hers and knew she should say it.

"I..." she started to say, but was interrupted with whoops and yells from Naomi and Harumi and even an occasional disbelief shake of the head from Brittany, who was in the back seat of the car, looking through the window at her sister and her boyfriend. She fiddled with her custom made crest necklace that Matt got her for her 17th birthday, "I have to go."

"Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll go to a movie or something, okay?" Matt said, but it was more like a question.

"It's a date. Bye, Mattie," Daisy said as she backed up and ran to Naomi's car.

"Bye, Daisy," he said, watching her gracefully run across the black pavement, her waist length chocolate brown hair flying behind her and blowing in the breeze.

*Bye, my love,* they thought, simultaneously.


*What can I do for her? It's not like I can do all this stuff. I'm only Matt...., the Odaiba singing sensation, the only good cook in this building... but other than that....*

Matt laid on his bed, looking up at his ceiling. He had been thinking for over an hour about how to tell Daisy he loves her. He put his hands behind his head and sighed.

"I am never going to figure this out," he said aloud.

"Never figure what out?" T.K. walked into his brother's room, a curious look on his face.

"How did you get in here?! This is my apartment!" Matt said, suddenly disturbed that his brother had come in so easily.

"Um.... you gave me a key," he said, holding up the key to prove it, "don't you remember?"

"Give me that!" Matt said, snatching the key from his brother. "Why are you here?"

"Um, I tried to call like three times in the last hour and you didn't pick up so I thought something was wrong.... obviously I was right," T.K. looked at his older brother, watching his face carefully. "What's up?"

"Nothing that concerns you," Matt said, his line of sight never wavering from one certain spot on his ceiling.

T.K. smirked lightly, knowing that was what he was going to say, "You know, you have a problem with telling people your emotions or problems. The only person who could fix it is Daisy." T.K. watched as Matt's features softened at Daisy's name. "Ah-ha!! That's it! This has something to do with her, doesn't it?"

"Shut up, T.K."

"I knew it!! I knew it!! Damn, I'm good!" he said, pointing to Matt as he got up and slumped to the kitchen. "So what's up? It doesn't seem like you guys are in a fight or anything."

"We're not, it's just that I can't.... never mind," he said, reaching for an old sandwich.

T.K. looked at the sandwich Matt was about to eat and held his nose. "Do you even know how old that is?" he squeaked.

"Nope. No clue."

"Right, just making sure. So what can't you do? Tell her you love her?"

Matt looked at him and gave him the evil eye, "Why do you always have to be right about these things?"

"I'm dating Kari... I always have to be right."

"What am I going to do? I want to do something special for her... but I can't think of anything that will be of any meaning to her." Matt plopped down on the couch, the sandwich stuffed down his throat.

"You're thinking about this way too much, Matt. Just let your heart do the talking. All you really have to do is thank her for loving you and everything else will fall into place. Don't worry about it. Okay, now that your problems are solved, I gotta go. Kari's waiting outside in the car." T.K. ducked out the door and ran to his car, sliding across the hood and falling, with a giggling Kari watching the whole time.

"See ya, T.K.," he said with a flick of his hand.

*Thank her for loving me...* he thought. He jumped up, a new idea burrowed into the back of his mind. He ran into his studio and grabbed a pen and some paper. "It's hard for me..." he said to himself as he wrote it down. He sighed and got ready for a whole night's worth of work.



"Hi, this is Daisy..."

"Daisy, hey..."

"I'm not here right now. I'm probably out with Matt or at cheerleading practice or in class or something, so after the beep, leave your name, number, address, birthday, social security number, and credit card account number... just kidding. You know what to do."


"Hey, Dais, it's me. I really need to talk to you, so I'll probably just find you wherever you are, but if I don't before you get this, call me on my cell.     It's really important!! Talk to ya lata, Angel. Oh, nice message by the way!" Matt left the message and hung up.

*Okay, she could be at the football field... or at Tai and Sora's, since they live together now.... or at Kari's, oh wait. she lives with them.... or at Mimi and Izzy's...*. he looked out the window at the morning sunshine to think of where else she could be. *Or right there!* he thought as he saw a flash of chocolate brown hair. He ran to the door, almost forgetting the part about opening it.

"Daisy!" he said, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so glad you're here!!"

"Really? Why? What of Tai and Sora's did you break?" she said, looking in his apartment to see if there was any damage."

"Nothing. I'm just glad to see you." He spun her around and kissed her gently. "Remember yesterday when I said we would go to a movie or something?"


"Well, I'm picking the something. I'll pick you up around seven, okay?"

"Okay... so where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Matt said, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Daisy looked at him, confused about his hyper behavior. "Oh... don't tell me.... you were up all night writing and now you're buzzed on coffee, aren't you?"

"Um... no...."

"Then why are you acting like this?" Her eyes were concerned. She thought Matt had some kind of concussion.

"Can't I be happy to see you?" he cocked his head to the side, like a child who didn't understand.

Daisy smiled, "Of course."

"Good," he glanced down at his phone, "Don't you have cheerleading practice or something?"

"No, only on Thursdays, Fridays, and Mondays."

"I hate to tell you this, Daisy, but it's Friday."

"Shit! I need to get there now!!" she said, running her hands through her hair.

"Don't you need your stuff?"

"No, I have stuff in the locker room for when I forget practice."

"Good, come on," Matt bent down and picked her up, holding her over his shoulder.



"Did we mention how lucky you are to have Matt?" Naomi said as they did their hair after cheeleading practice.

"Yes... so many times," Daisy sighed.

"So what's wrong?" Harumi asked.

Daisy put her hair up in a high ponytail and started packing her stuff, like her white and maroon pom-poms. "It's just... it's just that he's been acting really weird today. He's much more hyper... so excited about something. It's not like him."

"Maybe he's buzzed on coffee. He is a songwriter. They do have nights like that," Naomi said, looking her over in a know-it-all way.

"I don't know. He seems so.... anxious about tonight...."

"What's tonight?" Harumi and Naomi both asked.

"We're going out... but he said it's a surprise."

"Oh, that might be a good thing, Daisy," Harumi said, grabbing her gym bag.

*Or a bad thing*, Daisy thought to herself as she zipped up her bag and left the room.


Matt rushed around his apartment, making the final adjustments for his date with Daisy. He glanced down at his phone: 5:30. He ran to the phone that was on the table and dialed Tai's number, hoping he was alive and there.


"Hey, sup, this is Tai..."

"Tai! Thank Kami you're...."

"I'm not here right now. You know what to do. And if this is Matt, I am NOT here."


"Tai!! I know you're there, bro!!!! Pick up the phone, dude! It's really important, Tai!! Get off your lazy ass and pick up the phone!!" He paused for a second waiting for the click of Tai picking up the phone. "Tai Kamiya, pick up the goddamn phone right now before I... before I tell Mimi who put the blonde hair dye in her shampoo last Christmas!!!" Matt yelled, hoping Tai really was there.

"Ow! Okay, I'll answer it. just stop smacking me on the head, Sora. Don't!!! Please.... I'm here, I'm here. What do you want?" Tai asked, sounding a bit sleepy.

"Where the hell were you?"

"I can't really remember, but I'll tell ya as soon as I do," Tai said, while Sora helped him sit down on a stool.

"Don't tell me you were seeing how many shots of whiskey you could take before you pass out... again!?" Matt sighed at his friend's stupidity.

"Um... yeah, I think that was it. Damn, have I got a headache."

"That's what you get, dumb ass. Anyway, what's Izzy's number? I have to call him."

"Don't you have it?"

"No, I never got it after he and Mimi bought that new apartment together."

"Oh... okay. Here, it's 746-528-6643. It's easy to remember, just spell out P-I-N-K-B-U-N-N-I-E. Mimi's idea. I gotta go, Matt, this hangover's gonna kill me. thanks Sora." Tai said, slamming the phone on the reciever. and then Sora gave him an Ibuprofen 600 pill and a bottled water.

"Okay.... bye, Tai," Matt said, confused as he hung up the phone. He picked it up again and dialed.


"Hello, Izumi/Tachikawa residence, Izzy speaking."

"Iz! Hey, this is Matt."

"Matt! I haven't heard from you in a long time!" Izzy said, sounding very cheerful.

"Yeah, I know. Much as I wish we could just chat, but I have a really important question to ask."

"Go ahead," he replied.

"Okay, when...." he started, hoping Izzy knew the answer.


*What could be so exciting that it causes Matt to be late??* Daisy thought as she paced around the apartment. *Oh, come on, Daisy, he's only ten minutes late!! Maybe he got caught up in traffic or something....*

Daisy went into the bathroom, that was inside her master bedroom, and fixed her hair by curling it and did her makeup, starting to worry about Matt. Usually, he wasn't ever late for their dates, but if he was, her sister would've called him and started threatening him, and he would've had a good excuse like T.K. fell down the storm sewer or something.

She sighed, knowing seven o'clock in Odaiba wasn't exactly the best time to go driving. She looked down at her dress, made sure she looked okay, and sat down.

*I am never letting Mimi help me get ready for dates again*, she thought bitterly as she remembered the events of that afternoon.


"Hello, Tachkawa/Izumi residence, Mimi speaking."



Daisy giggled a little bit, "Okay, now that we know each other's names...."

"So what's up, Daisy? It's been at least a week since we last talked."

"I know.... I know. But with the cheerleading finals coming up and those scouts from all those stupid colleges and then dating Matt..."

"Speaking of Matt, how is he?" Mimi interrupted.

"Great. He's got two more performances this week, and one more recording and then we've got two weeks to ourselves."

"That's good. So what's wrong?" Mimi asked.

"Who says something's wrong?" Daisy lied, knowing Mimi was right.

"You did. What's wrong? Did Matt do anything to you?? Because, I can just call Brittany and have her straighten him out."

"No, no. Jeeze. what is it with people wanting to call my sister to come deal with my boyfriend. It's not Matt.... Well, kind of. I mean, yesterday, he asked if we could go to a movie or something and then today he said he's picking the something, but he won't tell me what. And then when he drove me to practice this morning, he was hyper or really anxious or something, but I don't know what about. I just don't get it and it's making me uneasy."

"Maybe he wants it to be special. Maybe he has something really sweet planned and he wants it to be a surprise. Like that surprise party he planned for you on your seventeenth birthday last year. Don't always be so pessimistic, Daisy."

"I am not being pessimistic!! And plus, I thought all of you guys planned it. It's just that he hasn't ever done something like this before and it's weird...."

"Nope. That was all him. Ordering the cake and then picking it up, decorating the lunchroom."

"But what about the presents and the money?"

"Oh, actually that was all us. Me, Sora, Tai and the rest of the crew. Daisy!! This is Matt we're talking about! I know he might've not done something like this but hasn't he been the perfect angel you expected him to be?" Mimi practically yelled.

"Yes, yes! Jeeze, don't bite my head off, Mimi. But what am I supposed to do?"

"I know what you're supposed to do... You're supposed to invite me, Kari and Sora over to help you get ready."

"You three are going to come over even if I don't invite you in, huh?"


_-= end flashback_-=

Daisy sighed, knowing it was a mistake to invite Mimi, Sora and Kari over. They had spent over two hours getting Daisy ready for the date. They did her hair, her nails (which was a french manicure), her makeup, and picked out a dress from Mimi's humongus wardrobe. As Mimi had said, "You look fabulous! and Kari and Sora both said, "You look amazing. as always."


"I'll get it!" Brittany said, rushing to open the door. and her mouth fell open, surprised to see Matt there on her doorstep. It looked like she was going to stop insulting Matt and not beat him up from now on, by the way he was dressed.

Daisy jumped up in surprise and rushed to the doorstep after Brittany left, happy to see Matt there.

"Uh... hey," she said, as they both looked at each other.

Matt was dressed in a traditional tux, but no bowtie and his collar was unbuttoned in true rock-star rebellious form. His hair was spiked as usual, but he still looked like her Prince Charming/Romeo.

"You look.... even more beautiful and gorgeous than usual," he said, handing her a bouquet of red and pink roses, which Brittany happily took from her sister and leaving to put them in water.

And she did. The halter turquoise dress had a cheap, lingerie plunging neckline which made her breasts look good, accented her eyes and her hair, making them look as if they were glowing brilliantly. Her usually up in a ponytail hair was falling in gentle waves past her shoulders. Mimi, Kari and Sora had put on limited makeup, bringing out her natural beauty.

"Wait, wait a minute. let me take a picture of you kids." Mrs. Hirayama said, rushing to get her camera. When she came back, she looked at Daisy and Matt and said: "Matt, why don't you put your arm around Daisy and Daisy, why don't you put your hand on your hip." and they did. Matt put his arm around Daisy's waist and Daisy put her hand on her hip, that way her french mani was showing. "Now, look into the camera, and... smile. 'click'. Perfect." then Mrs. Hirayama was finished and she and her husband left, but not before watching them from the front yard and saying: "Have fun!"

"Thank you," she said quietly. She slipped her arm into his as they walked to his car. "So where are we going?"

Matt walked to the door and opened it for her. "I told you it was a surprise," he smiled.

"Couldn't I get a hint?"

"Nope... now look this way," he said, gently tying a blindfold around her eyes.

"I can't even see?"


They drove on in silence, Daisy's mind running a thousand miles a minute, trying to think of where could be going. "Can't I have one hint?"

"Okay, one hint. We're going to have dinner... visit some old friends... and the rest is a surprise."

*Well that doesn't help, babe*, she thought as they drove on.

Matt pulled up to his building and parked. He got out and walked to Daisy's door to help her out. "Madam," he said, taking her arm and leading her to the stairs. "Be careful, there are stairs right here."

"Okay," she said, leaning on Matt's arm for support.

Matt led her up the stairs and to his door. "Okay, Daisy. Just one more minute and then you can take off the blindfold." He took out his key and opened the door. He pulled her inside and closed the door quietly behind her.



Daisy untied the blindfold and gasped at the sight in front of her. The apartment lights were toned down, to an almost darkness. The table was set for two, a single candle lighting the middle of it. She watched as two small people in waiter and waitress outfits walked towards her. She looked closer and saw that they weren't people but....

"Hello, we're Gabumon and Lunamon and we'll be your servers for tonight."

"Lunamon!" Daisy gasped, running to her beloved Digimon and hugging her. "How did you get here?"

"Matt brought me and Gabumon here. He said he was going to.. MPHH!" she said, as Gabumon covered her mouth.

"She was about to give the surprise away," he explained. He let go of Lunamon and let her continue talking.

"Anyway, Matt brought us here as a surprise for you."

Daisy got up and walked towards him. "You did all this... for me?"

"Absolutely," he said, drinking in the moment. She was so happy... he only hoped that the rest of the night would go the same way.

"Uh-hem," Gabumon cleared his throat, "but we do not want the food to go cold."

"Of course," Matt said, walking Daisy to a chair, He pulled it out for her to sit and sat in his own chair.

"What are we having?" Daisy asked curiously.

"Some french pasta whatchamacallit," Matt said, smiling and making Daisy giggle a little. "I borrowed the recipe from T.K. and I couldn't pronounce the title."

"So how do you know if it's good or not? and anyway, you're french. aren't you supposed to know these things?" she asked.

"Well, T.K. promised me it was... and if it's not... he'll just have to die," Matt said in a serious tone.

"Matt! Don't kill T.K.!" she said jokingly.

"And why not? He's my little brother! I grew up with the right to kill him!"

"I like him. He's cute."

"And I'm not?" he said, his eyes reflecting his best puppy dog look.

"No," she giggled again at the hurt gasp from Matt, "You're handsome... in a sweet way."

Matt smiled as the two Digimon brought their plates in from the kitchen. They chatted about everything and anything, from cheerleading, T.K. and Kari's relationship, Tai and Sora's relationship and Brittany and Davis's blossomed relationship. The whole time, though, Matt was carefully fingering the small, velvet, red box in his pocket, waiting nervously for the right moment. And it came... after dessert.

"Uh... Daisy?" he said, getting up and walking towards her.

"Yes, Matt?"

"Will you follow me?" He slipped his hand into hers, which was french manicured, and led her towards the living room. He motioned for her to sit down, while he walked to a corner and got out his guitar.

"What... what are you...?" she tried to ask.

"Sssshhhhh..... just listen," he said, getting his guitar ready and strumming a few notes. Then he began to sing in his baritone voice...


It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me

Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
For loving me

Matt finished the song and looked up at Daisy.

"Did you... write that for me, babe?" she asked, her voice cracking.

Matt nodded as he walked to her and knelt in front of her. "Daisy... I'm sorry I've never said it before, but I just wanted you to that it came from my heart." He paused for a minute, trying to keep himself from crying. "But I love you, Daisy."

"Oh, Matt..." she said, pulling him into a passionate kiss, full of love and lust, but not quite like the one that was to come. "I love you, too," she said as they pulled away.

"And one more thing." He reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the small box. "I know that it might be short notice and that we're still pretty young... and it can wait... but I want you to know that I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you and get to know your sister a little bit better.    You are my angel, which wouldn't be a surprise, because I call you that everyday, my princess, my Juliet, my better half and I couldn't live without you. Please..." he opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold and teal diamond engagement ring, "be my wife?"

Daisy gasped and covered her mouth in surprise. She nodded, too shocked for words. Warm tears snaked their way down her cheeks as she held out her hand and Matt slipped the ring onto her finger. She recovered from her shock as she got out her cell phone and started calling her parents and sister to tell them the good news.


"Hello, Hirayama residence, Mrs. Hirayama speaking."

"Mom, you're not going to believe this, but Matt just proposed to me."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Look, I'll even take a pic so that you, Dad and Brittany can see it."


Then Daisy points the phone to her ring and takes a pic of it. Picture sent.

Then when Mrs. Hirayama checked her phone, she gasped and showed the pic to her husband and other daughter.

"I don't believe this."

"Amazing huh?"

"What's going on, Mom?"

"Matt just proposed to your sister. Look!" shows Brittany the engagement ring.

"What does this mean?"

"That means you're going to have a new brother-in-law and we're going to have a new son-in-law."


"Bye, Mom." call ended. then Daisy puts her phone away.

She recovered from her shock again and as they pulled into a kiss that they would remember forever.

"Look at them. They're so happy. No wonder humans talk so much about this 'dating' thing," Lunamon whispered from their peeking spot.

"Yeah. Maybe Digimon could share in it," Gabumon whispered back as he slipped his claw hand into hers.

"Maybe," she smiled.


DONE!!! I'm done! My brain is getting WAY too crazy from this. Anyway, C&F, or just fave if you can't comment.

truly and forever,

Thank You For Loving Me
*MAISY* I had to take a break from reading my book... sorry. Matt tries to find out the perfect way to tell Daisy something very important...

Daisy, Brittany, Naomi, Harumi, Mr. and Mrs. Hirayama (c) :icondigidestinedgirl09:

Matt, Tai, Sora, Izzy, Mimi, Kari and Davis [in mention] (c) Whoever created Digimon. I keep forgetting.

Hope you like it!

Courageous Love- A Taiora Love Story

Birthday Kisses and Surprises

Different Valentines: Sunset to Sunrise

Day After

Four Years' Worth Of Tries


Cold Lips

Help Me, Save Me, Kiss Me

A Fragile Heart is the Easiest to Break

A Special One For You

Because You Loved Me

Confessions of Loverboy's Love to Daisy

One Sweet Day

Bitter Sweet Memories [sequel to One Sweet Day]

Boku Wa Itsudemo Soba Ni Iru



You Practically Rock

I Don't Come Out Of Thin Air

Old Magic


Hallelujah (Completed but not going to be posted on dA for 6 and a half months)

Sapphire Eyes


Cherry Blossom Wind


~*Incomplete One-Shots~*

From Geek to Prom Queen Material (Monday)

There She Goes (Tuesday)

 Reconciliations (Wednesday)

Breaking the Walls Of Love (Thursday)

Thank You For Loving Me (Friday)


Train Car

If the time could freeze

Lost Memories

Mystrigue Pasts

Full Circle

Coffee Break

Into Twilight

Of Ambiguous Nature

Song Of My Soul

A Tale to be Told

It Could Have Been Me


Love Is Sweet

Here's To Life

Til' Death Do Us Part

Worlds of Pride

So Much For The Afterglow

Because Matt was High!

I Can't Help Myself

Kiss The Girl

Against The Sunrise

It's Only Just a Quiz

















More Than One

Fade To Black


Three's Company

Second Chances

Four Years Later

Our Hearts' Desire

For Blue Skies



The Power of the Elements



Heart's Choice

Defaint Till The End

All for One and One for All

Only In Dreams

Beneath The Stars

Paperback Romance Fiction


What Really Happened

The Party

All I Want

I Did It

A Birthday To Remember

Matt's Diary

Love's End

I Love You

Still In Love With You


It's The Brownies

Beautiful Dreamers

Gimp, Dodgeball and Romance

Charity Of Love

Taking The Plunge

Complications With Trust and Friendship

Looking Through Your Eyes

Distance Divides No Two Hearts

Bright Sky, Dark Clouds


Before I Let You Go

Give Me A Reason

Whatever You Want

The Beginning

Poetry In Motion

A Touch Of Spice

Just Talk

Never the Right One

One Starlit Night

Another Starlit Night

Do You Love Me?


Project: MAISY I

Project: MAISY II

Hero (Songfic)

Before I Let You Go


55: Passion: Interrupted

53: An Encounter

28b: Restoration

07: La meta de mi viaje

04: Relaciones Sentimentales

Promises on the Stone

First Love

Dear Matt

Sin Ti




Por Que Yo

Siempre es de noche

Solitary Man

Color My World

Deliciously naughty

Deliciously naughty, part 2

My Angel

The Ring

Relationships Through Poetry

Hallie's song

Young love

By the Fire

'The Party'

All I Want

Something Like You

You've got a boy, You've got a girl

Heart - Break

The Forgotten Ones

Come Back Yama-chan

Crest of Friendship, Crest of Trust

I'm Already There (Don't Cry)

The Soap Opera we call 'Life'


Bright Eyes

A cure for Death

The power of Trust and Friendship

Daisy's Pregnant?!

HaPpInEsS Is NoT A FiSh ThAt YoU CaN CaTcH

All I need is you

Another story called AlL I NeeD IS yOU

A poitnless Sappy Maisy

When I fall

Looking through your eyes

The Fight For Three Digi Worlds

My Best Friend

This I Promise You

I'll Be

Never Had a Dream Come True

A Damn Cold Night

OHS: Senior Year

The Evil Twin

The Key

Artificial Trust... Or Is That Friendship?

POV's on Yamato

Falling BACK In Love (And set when the DD are married and have kids and a description will be explained whenever I get a new mouse for my laptop.)

Life's Little Games

Princess of the Magical Chaotic Secrets

The Guy Next Door


Article II

Persuasion: Maisy

Shared Memories

Days like this

Wet, Cold and Fun

The Story

Lost and found

Daughter's first day at achool


La razon



Despues: Aniversario


Las dudas de una madre primeriza

Como una flor


Four seasons with your love

Indigno para amar

Reflexion sobre el amor

Fuego en el infierno

Pequena Picara

Un beso de invierno

Adios mi amigo fiel

Un nuevo aspecto, un nuevo amor

Fatididico fin de ano


Promises on the Stone

First Love

Cancer: More than just a killer

Suicides don't go to Heaven...or do they?

3- Songfic (Daisy) and Daisy's song for the Basketball game because she's a cheerleader

Sweeter Than Fiction- Songfic (Daisy x Matt) and Daisy and Matt's feelings for each other

Pick Up the Pieces- Songfic (Matt x Daisy) and Matt's song for Daisy

 ~* Holiday-Related One-Shots ~*

Hot Chocolate (On hold for 3 months)

Christmas Present (On hold for 3 months)

Daisy's Birthday Surprise (On hold for 3 months)

Foolish Pride (On hold for 3 months)

The Eve of Trust and Friendship (On hold for 3 months)

A very-digi Christmas (On hold for 3 months)

What Christmas Means To Me (On hold for 3 months)

Maisy, it all started at Christmas (On hold for 3 months)

Happy Valentine's Day? (On hold for 5 months)

How Hard Can it Be? (On hold for 5 months)

Worth Waiting For (On hold for 5 months)

To Be Loved (On hold for 5 months)

Breath of Spring (On hold for 7 months)

The Great Egg Hunt (On hold for 7 months)

The Mother She Never Knew (On hold for 9 months)

Late Night Studying (Daisy x Matt)

'The Aqua Village Saga'

Love, American Style (Yamato Ishida x Daisy Hirayama)

Welcome...Sister (Yamato Ishida x Daisy Hirayama)

The First Time: Taichi x Sora

Christmas: Digi-Style

Christmas Digi-Style:Part 2: The Concert

Christmas Digi-Style:Part 3: Party Time!

The First Time: Taiora

Soundtrack Info (Series Soundtrack)

Another Power

Movie Night


A Short Time Later


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Amanda Rodriguez
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United States
Current Residence: Battle Creek,MI
Favourite genre of music: Rock,R&B,Hip-Hop and Pop
Favourite style of art: Writing fanfics
Favourite cartoon character: Matt Ishida and Joey Wheeler

My OTP's

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:iconkokorox: JoeyandStacey Stamp by BoldCurriosity

Other Fave Couples



Favorite Characters

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+Yamato "Matt" Stamp 02+ by Blackgatomon +Yamato "Matt" Stamp 01+ by Blackgatomon

Matt 'Yamato' Ishida Stamp ~ Digimon by JulianaJealousy YMG Stamp by susu-chan

+Little Yamato Stamp+ by Blackgatomon


Original Characters Stamp by nitchzombie

oc stamp by Azixel

Pro FCxCC stamp by SA948-Stamps

Joey Fan Stamp by Firesonic152

Joey Wheeler Stamp by capriciousgamzeee

stamp: Jounouchi's sexy bod by Kathisofy

YuGiOh stamp by prosaix

Anti Yaoi Stamp by Kiki-Hyuga

OC x Canon stamp by Chrysalislover

OC x Canon stamp by ARTic-Weather

OC x Canon stamp by Sketchy-Hoodie

OC x Canon Stamp by Chasing--Echoes

OC x Canon fan by Melodic-Enigma

Oc-x-canon by asheds

OC x Canon stamp (2) by Chasing--Echoes

TAIORA stamp by JubiaMaJo

Beast boy and terra stamp by ur-guardian-angel

Terra and Beast Boy stamp by Numbuh9

BBTerra Stamp by AskSky

Anti Starfire (Teen Titans Go) Stamp by SoraJayhawk77

Anti Iris Stamp by Dengeki-Moeoh

Ash x Serena stamp by SonicandErikfan

Stamp: SatoSere by Endless-Mittens

AmourShipping stamp by SA948-Stamps

Give me your hand Stamp by EngelchenYugi

Pokemon: Gymshipping - anime by Vulpixi-Stamps

Pokemon: Gymshipping - HGSS by Vulpixi-Stamps

GymShipping Stamp by xCaligula

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RinskeR Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch! :dance:
digidestinedgirl09 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Sure, no problem. and sorry that this reply's two days late.
BroDare Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
HelLO, Dearie
I see you have so much effort of having points to pay the commission.
You can pay now with the points you have.
No need to be 2000 points for now, okay?
Please don't send me by GIVE option cuz I do not receive money.
Go to my commissions widget on my deviant art left.
ANd you see a section with your name:

digidestinedgirl09 PaiD Commission
click there to buy then I receive as money :)
LillianAmayahLi Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi, I was wondering if you could send me references of mileena? 
digidestinedgirl09 Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Sure. and I actually drew a pic of her.

Here's the link

and if you can't find it, then I'll give you the thumb code.

Grey-the-Kitten Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much for watching me! Your support means so much to me <3 Seriously, thank you ;u; Smotherd 
digidestinedgirl09 Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Sure. no problem. :hug:
Booboobunni Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for the watch~
digidestinedgirl09 Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem. and sorry that this reply's late. I haven't logged on in forever. because I keep forgetting my password.
EdoNyan Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Student Digital Artist
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