Sorry about how insane last chapter was… I needed a break from seriousness.
Everyone! My friend Rika (Teenager Rika) was hacked by her little brother and thus has been cut off from fanfiction.net essentially. You all know who she is, she's the one who wrote Carousel for Two. Well, she's finished it (again, thank you chica, I don't deserve to have it dedicated to me ^.^') but can't post the rest until she can get back on. Tell ff.net that you want her to be allowed back on! THANK YOU majorly!

Lyra "Ly" Kamiya (lol)

A crisp mid-winter breeze filtered through the window and into Henry's room… Memories from the previous night were all but gone as he stumbled out of his room and into Rika's, grasping his head from the splitting pain that was in it. He had moved into Rika's house shortly after their engagement… it had more extra room than his, and an actual extra room. Despite the small distance between the current date and that of their wedding, both of their sets of parents were extremely moral, meaning they wanted the two sleeping in separate rooms until their union was official. Not like that stopped them anyway… But that wasn't his problem from the night before.

Most guys have their bachelor parties a night or two before their wedding… Well, it'd finally happened. Takato had actually outsmarted him. He'd set it up, a month before the wedding, so the other guys would meet them at the Bunker… While Henry thought it was just going to be him and Takato, discussing their future life with females. How wrong he'd been… And how angry she'd been. Rika hadn't been mad at him… she'd assumed he'd been innocent in getting drunk and hadn't done anything stupid until then, in which she was correct. But the other 4 guys, and Jeri as well, were lucky she hadn't murdered them all.

"'Morning, Ri'…" he moaned, rubbing his head and sitting beside Rika on the couch. She looked at him, almost amused in her manner, and shook her head slowly.

"Morning. You slept long enough…"

"With good reason. My blood alcohol level had to be far past even logical limits," he whined, shaking his head from time to time to clear his still partially blurred vision. Terriermon went into laughing fits on the other side of the room, in response to which Renamon smirked and laughed gently, before picking the smaller digimon up and gagging him with one of his own ears. The two, like their partners, had managed to fall in love years before… Though it seemed different with digimon. Or maybe it was just the severe difference in species between the two that made them seem worse off than the Odd Couple. Rika giggled at the little scene, leaning against Henry and sighing.

"I don't care how much you had. I know it wasn't your idea, and I don't see you floating in a jar of formaldehyde so I doubt it's that high yet," she laughed, turning around so she could more effectivly use his arm for a pillow.

"Just do me one favor?"

"Which would be…?"

"Ok, make it two. An Advil, and don't let me go anywhere with them without your supervision until we're married. I don't trust those guys farther than you can throw them until then."

"That's a lot farther than I'd trust them," she smirked, standing up and snagging a packet of Advil from her back pocket -- she'd gotten prepared for this before he awoke -- and plopping back down on the sofa. "Let's see…" she mumbled, holding up her arms in a mock weight-lifting position. "Kazu's bound to be the heaviest… he's only about what, 220 lbs? That'd be about…" she pretended to throw a baseball pitch, going through her standard 'throwing it' process that she'd prepared long ago when Henry'd first used the phrase. "Oh, 4 or 5 feet, probably. If you want him alive. Give me a cliff and I can get him *much* farther away-" Henry started snickering as he swallowed his medicine, "-horizontally, I mean, before he hits the ground."

"That's my girl," Henry smiled, leaning down and setting his lips over hers, signalling the start of their standard morning routine. Renamon and Terriermon's sighs could be heard quite loudly as the two walked out of the room and into the courtyard of Rika's house. "Should we trust those two alone?" Henry grinned adventurously, smiling at Rika as he felt the familiar shove that marked the start of her attempts to take control of the situation. A goal she always managed to reach.

"Not anymore than they should trust us, 'Ry…" she laughed back, curling her legs under her and using their power to shove him over so that she now was laying across his chest as they both lay on the sofa.

"You know, I really didn't need to hear that. I'm going to have disturbing images in my mind for the rest of the day," he groaned, flopping back mock-lifelessly across the couch and armrest.

"You didn't need to put them in my mind too! You little pervert…"

"Little?" he chuckled, glancing towards the other end of the couch, where her extended feet still didn't reach his ankles. Albeit she *was* much stronger than him.

"But I do have one question… But I doubt you'll be able to answer it, because you were so out of it the whole time."

"No, we *didn't* hire Jeri, if that's what you're thinking."

"No, but that's an interesting point. I was *going* to ask why my name was written on the punching bag. Were the other guys using it as target practice?"

"Not as far as I know. Kenta was the only sober one… I'll ask him why if you want…" he mumbled, to caught up in kissing Rika to really care.

"No… I don't care, so long as it wasn't damaged…"

"Shouldn't have been. But from my understandings, I wouldn't be surprised if it was mentally scared and disturbed…"

"How many did it drink?" she shrugged in response, nuzzling into Henry's shoulder with a quiet laugh.

"Not enough to forget last night… so less than me," was Henry's response as he drifted back off to sleep, hoping to recover still from the hangover of a life time. Whatever they did last night, however disturbing it might have been, he at least knew it was the most fun he could have with a group of guys.

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