Disclaimer: I own the plot, but I don't own Digimon.

Author's Note: This drabble is based off a little "stowaway" situation that I constantly dream about.

I Can't Run, But I Can Hide

Putting his backpack down, Davis plops on the couch, panting and sweating.

"Next time, don't be late to Kari's date."

"Good afternoon, Davis," says Kari, completely dressed, when arriving to the kitchen.

"Afternoon, Kari," pants he.

She turns her head and notices his harsh breathing.

"Can I give you some water?"

"…Please… And a towel, too…"

"Coming right up."

She soon arrives at the couch, supplies in hand.


He grabs the towel and dabs his forehead, and then he begins drinking.

At last, he sighs.


"You're welcome," says she, hands behind her back.

"So, where are we gonna go on our date?" asks Davis.

Kari chuckles.

"We're not going anywhere."

Davis hums questioningly.

"I haven't planned to actually go to any restaurant to start with."

Davis looks around.

"So what are we gonna do?"


She slowly walks over, as if making a hinted dance. Then, following blowing a strand of hair from her face, she stands over him, hands on her hips.

Davis gasps.

The pieces are finally connecting.

"Is this why you wanted Gatomon and Veemon to stay at my house today?"

Kari nods, and she sits on his lap.

Davis can feel the excitement within him. The ability to be with Kari alone at last is just blissful. No one is around, and they have the house to themselves.

The same goes for Kari. She is finally his for the taking.

They lean towards each other and kiss at last.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know, Veemon, but I think Kari calls this 'Tongue Twister.'"

"Oh… Maybe we can try it."

"After seeing this?! I'd rather share Miko's litter box!"

"Good point."

With that, they close Davis's backpack and return to sleep.