Disclaimer: I don't own digimon or it's charaters.
A/N: This is just a prologue or it could be a one shot story just for fun. I wrote it just to see how it would turn out and, personally, I think it turned out fine. I could continue this story to give to it plot consisting of gang wars, Yama angst, Taito, goldplated lucky knifes (don't ask) and an assortment of other things but this story, as of now, doesn't hold much plot (though it does hold a lot of cursing). But if you're not all interested in seeing more because, it's good enough as it is, you don't want to keep track of another chapter story or something of the such (I'm trying to be optimistic) then say so in the review.
Prologue (Or Not): The teachers first dayMs. O'Brien looked at her watch, coffee cup in her other hand as she took another sip. The first day of school was starting in a few moments. A class of grade twelves was first on her list for the day. She was only a new teacher, recently out of university, and she was nervous at the thought that the students she'd be teaching were only a few years younger then her. On a normal basis these students could have easily been her friends, companions, and she feared that they would eat her alive because of how young she was. After all, when she was in school the knew teacher, the one that was less experienced, was the one to get the hardest time.
She remembered, on her graduation day, a teacher from her class had come up to her. She never liked this teacher because of how strict she was and when she saw her university teacher walking up to her with her withered face, pale lips and stern complexion, she thought, 'I graduated! You can't give me a detention now!' But to her surprise the women smiled at Ms. O'Brien and said, 'Remember that when you enter the years in which you move from being taught to teaching that the rules all change. It's kill or be killed. Those kids will eat you alive if you don't get them first. Make sure they are aware that you are the boss and not them, and your teaching years will swore.'
Remembering this, she stood up from the cushioned staff chair and took a deep breath. She finished off her coffee and glanced at the watch on her wrist again. Time to go, she thought.
She walked to the door that led out of the staff room and dropped the Styrofoam cup into the trash by the door. Hand on the metal handle, she turned and opened with a pull. Stepping out into the dispersing hall, she stared at the children in which weren't much shorter then herself and started walking. A male teacher saw her passing and wished her good luck on her first day. She gave him a quick 'thanks' but didn't stop to chat.
Taking a left down a corridor, she saw her new classroom coming up. Taking a wavering breath she reached it and entered. Some students were sitting on the desks talking to a few friends, some sat quietly at there seats. Some were holding a girlfriend or boyfriends hand as they talked quietly to one 'n' other and, she blinked twice as she saw two boys doing the same. But what she noticed the most was that, even though she already entered the class, no one noticed she was the teacher. They probably thought she was just a knew student.
She cleared her throat and took on a firm, commanding tone of voice as she quickly walked towards one of the kids sitting on there desk talking to four others who were standing or sitting.
"At the beginning of the school year," She started abruptly. All the students looked at her and eyes widened as they realized she was the teacher, many rushed to their seats. She faced the boy on his desk and said, "I'd like to think that my students have respect for the hard work that went into getting the desks and supplies for this school but by sitting on them inappropriately, it seems unlikely." The dark tone of skin the kid in front of her had, lightened drastically.
He stood up and said, "Sorry, sensei." He bowed politely. "I wasn't aware you were here."
"Should that matter?" She asked in fake astonishment, "The school that does it's best to teach you, spent a large sum of money on the desk you just used improperly, but it's okay because you thought you wouldn't get caught." She paused and waited for a response. He just stared at her for a moment but then his face took on a look of surprise as he realizes that he needed to respond to this.
"Oh… uh…"
"I've heard enough. Take a seat." He nods and quickly sits. She turned her back to the class and walked to her desk to look at the attendance.
"Bitch." She heard someone, probably the kid's friend, mumble.
"I'll ignore the colourful language for now but only because I have a class to teach." She stated without turning around. She looked at the attendance sheet in her hand, taking a pencil off her desk that she had organized earlier today, she turning around and addressed the class. "Raise your hand when your name is called." She paused to make sure everyone heard. The silence that follows confirms what she wanted. "Akeno?" She usually only call out first names unless more then one person in her class had the same name. Last names she has a hard time pronouncing sometimes so she tries to avoid it.
She looked up to see a kid with short dark brown hair, cut in the traditional male cut. His skin was sun soaked and his eyebrows hung heavily over his eyes that made his eyes look like they were deep in his head.
"Ichiro?" Another kid puts up his hand. He has dark purple hair, cut short in the front and shoulder length at the back, behind his ears. His skin was pale. "Joben?" Joben puts his hand up hesitantly, like if he doesn't want to cooperate with me. He scowls as he does this and his eyes look darker because of it. Both eyes appear to be bruised or it could also appear like that if he didn't get enough sleep as of late. Insomnia, she thought but didn't think more of it. "Makoto?" Another hand gets raised. This kids a redhead. Light freckles cover his face; his face seems to be devoid of emotion. His blue eyes are bright but secluded. "Maro?"
She looks up, waiting for a hand but at first one doesn't rise. Someone leans over the row and pokes a kid in the arm with a pencil. She was about to say something about this but when she saw the kid respond and then look up at me and raise his hand, she decides not to comment. Maro's a brunette. Well built, soft face, pale skin green eyes, sits in second row.
"Rei?" A slender pale hand gets raised. He's a bit feminine. Ms. O'Brien remembered seeing him and Ichiro holding hands when she walked in. "Suki?" She raises her hand up and four guys look her way. She's wearing a tank top that I know was not aloud in the dress code. A black mini skirt hugged her hips, which should have been the school uniform instead. She turned her head and looked at one of the guys as her short dark green hair framed her pale face. She winked at Joben and he smiles happily. "Taichi?" The kid that had been sitting on his desk raises his hand. Taichi's well built, with tanned skin and brown hair. His eyebrows are thick but the look suits him. "Tami?" A girl with long black, shining hair raises her hand. She has tanned skin and green eyes with a glint of humor in them. "Toshiro?" A tanned hand with thick fingers raises. He was looking at the paper on his desk and refuses to look up from it as his other hand continues to write. Tami looks at him and rolls her eyes. He has short, wavy black hair and if Ms. O'Brien could see his eyes, she'd see they were green. "Yamato?" She looked up from the attendance sheet expecting to see another hand up but doesn't. "Yamato?" She repeats incase she wasn't heard. Still there's no response from the class.
She sighs and is about to put down the attendance sheet, after putting in the A for absent beside his name, when the door opens and a heavily breathing blond walks in. He sees her and winces as he closes the wooden door behind him.
"So… I'm late?" He says, one hand on his backpack's strap, back lowered a bit to indicate the heavy load he's carrying.
"I'm guessing you are Yamato then." She says. He winces again, hearing her neutral voice and knowing she's not just going to let him sit and get on with it. He nods hesitantly. "Do you respect me or do you see me as someone that will help you get away with things, like, for example, being late?"
She stands tall as he straightens himself. "I'm sorry, sensei, for being late. I have no excuses for it." He says, then bows before straightening himself again. She goes to say something but stops, being caught off guard by his indirect answer.
She stares at him for a moment before saying, "Very well. Go sit down." He bows again and quickly ascends to his seat in the back left hand corner, closer to the door. She turns to the class in whole and says, "My name is Ms. O'Brien. Do not shorten my name to merely Ms. for I have no tolerance for laziness…" The lesson continued as planned with no interruptions.
"…I suggest reading up to page one hundred and twenty three for tonight, there will be a quiz on it tomorrow." The teacher informed. Groans filled the room along with statements such as 'on the first day of school?' and others much to that style. Ms. O'Brien ignored them and looked down at the notes she had on her desk. She put them into her file folder and watched over the class.
She watched as a kid, Taichi, walked over two rows and gave a piece of paper to a student. She had noticed that Taichi had been taking notes on everything she had said. The boy used weird hand gestures and Taichi responded with what seemed to be a yep and a nod as a smile grew on his face. The other child, she remembered was named Maro, brought his hand to his chest and made a semi downward arc with it. She realized then that he was deaf. Taichi had taken notes for him, she finally understood.
She looked to the back of the class to see the blond that had come in late that morning, Yamato, struggling with his backpack. It appeared to be packed to the gills with something and he just stuffed his binder into it too. He lifted it, with difficulty, over his shoulder and held it there. He had a light jacket on that seemed withered and too flimsy for the temperatures out side.
The weight of what he was carrying caused his back to hunch as he walked down the row only stopping when, Taichi unknowingly, blocked his way. He opened his mouth a moment before closing it again and squeezed through the small gape in between Taichi and the desks.
Taichi looked at him and glared, he said something that she couldn't hear but undoubtedly was rude. Yamato returned the glare and said something too; it appeared to be something of sarcasm, indicated by the roll of his eyes. Maro stuck his finger up at Yamato's back but Yamato, as if he were a psychic, turned his head and gave Maro a glare as well, before turning around and leaving the class.
Back when she was in school she couldn't remember noticing all these things. She couldn't remember someone going the extra mile for one person and… snubbing another. She had been doing this job for merely an hour or so and she was already having a hard time remembering how it was that she could sit amongst the students and be so ignorant to the way everyone acted towards one an other. I guess it's always clearer through the third persons Point of View, She thought. I wonder what it would be to be one of those I teach…
"Shit." Taichi cussed.
"I know what you mean…" Joben said from behind him as they listened to the school bell ring with numbed consciences. People around started getting up and packing their things. Taichi felt a rolled up piece of paper smack his forehead.
"No use crying over it." Ichiro said as he stuffed the paper he hit Taichi with in his binder. Taichi and Joben stood up gloomily and started packing away their things.
"Shit. Not like it's a long essay but still… shit. With this and the book we have to read and what ever else we have to do by the end of the day… shit. I don't even want to think about what it will be like when the work starts getting heavy later in the year." Taichi's other friends nodded as they waited for him.
He picked up his binder and the three walked out. In the hall the three stopped. "Where's you're guy's lockers?" Joden asked. Taichi pointed to his right while Ichiro pointed to his left. "Mines down that hall." He pointed to the one in front of them with a sigh.
"Well, then, see ya guys." Taichi said as he took a step in the direction of his locker and half turning to look at his friends.
"Ya, see you in a few minutes in the cafeteria." Taichi nodded at Ichiro and they split up. Taichi went his way, through the corridor and too his locker. He had a three-page essay on what started WWII. He had to do that and read the book 'The Firm' for his Japanese class. Well only 123 pages of it. So much better, huh? He thought sarcastically.
He turned down a knew hall and nearly got ran over by Akeno. "Sorry, Tai." He grumbled.
Taichi saw the strained look upon his sometimes friend-sometimes enemy's face and asked, "What's the matter?"
"My phone." Akeno said, not looking at the brunette. His head spun wildly as he tried to force his mind to work on something. "It's missing. I only put it down for a, mother fucking MINUTE!!!" He shouted as Taichi winced, people turning their head to see if there was going to be a fight and turning back to what they were doing when nothing exciting was happening.
Akeno then looked at Taichi, eyes unwavering. "Some mother fucker stole it, I'll tell you that. That I know! I just got that phone too!" He looked away again, putting his hand on the back of his neck. "When I find out who stole it I'm going to beat them into the ground. Girl, guy, doesn't matter. I'll beat the shit outta them." He cussed and left off down the hall again before Taichi could get a word past his lips.
Taichi shrugged and hoped no body got too hurt with Akeno on the warpath. He was about to continue walking again when a girl ran out from around the corner. She stopped and looked at Taichi. "Oh hey. You seen Akeno. I implied that someone might have stolen his phone and he took it as a sure deal so now he's..."
"…On the warpath? I know. He went that way," I pointed down the hall behind me and she gives me a grateful smile.
"Thanks Tai."
"No prob Mimi." So Mimi ran in the direction that Akeno had gone, trying to go as fast as she could with her two inch heals that really wasn't aloud at school, so the dress code said, but cell phones weren't aloud either and Akeno always brought his so she didn't see the harm in her shoes.
Her hair hung down in pink tendrils that she knew got other people's attention, which, by the way, she loved. She wore her school uniform, which, at one point, was green, but now her dress was a nice shade of blue that went beautifully with her pink blazer. She was pulled into the office because of this, when she first came to school with the knew colours. She had given the principal, Mr. Benson, such a long and detailed explanation that seemed to be filled with so much illogical jumble that by the end of it he just didn't care.
She saw Akeno up a bit, a small crowd pilling around as Akeno held Rei up to the locker and glaring at him murderously.
"I swear. You know me, I wouldn't. Not from you. Not from the gang." He defended desperately. Akeno didn't believe him on bit.
"You lying male bitch. This time Ichiro isn't here to back you up, now what are you going to do. I'll give you a hint. RETURN MY PHONE!!!" Mimi ran up to Akeno and started tugging on his arms.
"Akeno, Rei's supposed to be your friend. Stop this. I don't think he stole it. Really I don't." She tried, just as despite as Rei looked, for Akeno to believe. Akeno relaxed and dropped Rei.
"Sorry man." Akeno apologized. "So you didn't?" Rei got to his feet, hand at his chest and shook his head. Akeno hit his shoulder and said, "Sorry."
"It's okay. Sorry but I don't know where your phone is." Akeno started off with that menacing look to him again, just more calm this time then before as he continued his search for his phone.
Mimi stayed a second and debated if she should make sure Rei was okay or if Akeno was going to try to kill anyone else. Rei gave her a smile as the crowd started to disperse. "Sorry. Keep clean." Mimi offered before running to catch up with Akeno.
"Rei!" A new voice shouted. Rei looked over to see his boyfriend run up to him and hug him. He pulled back and looked Rei over. "You okay? Mina told me Akeno attacked you."
Rei looked over Ichiro's shoulder at the girl wearing the baggy black jeans and the small white shirt. He gave her a smile and then turned back to Ichiro. "Yeah, thanks." He then hugged his boyfriend and they started walking, not noticing the redhead that was still watching with vacant eyes as the crowd lessened around him to only one other person who was now walking away.
The red head, Koushiro, turned slowly, hand on his backpack's strap as he gave one last lingering look at the spot that had brought the crowd to. He started down the corridor seeing three kids, older then him and taller, to his disappointment, run down the corridor and stopped a few feet away. One of them turned to him and said, "I heard there was a fight. What happened?" News travels fast, he thought.
"Yeah." Koushiro said neutrally. "These two girls just started this fight over some guy. It was big until, Mr. Benson got here."
"Aw. And I missed two chicks fighting too. This is just not my day." The other kid said. Koushiro shrugged as he continued to walk down the corridor leaving Joben, Mai and Kamlyn in the back.
"Joben, every day isn't your day." Kamlyn stated, tiredly.
"I'm going to find my girlfriend, Mina, now. 'Kay? So if you don't mind." And with a little wave Mai left down the almost empty hallway. Heading down it at a quickened pass she thought of her love. With each passing thought her excitement grew. She always got excited about seeing Mina. She started jogging and that only led into an all out run.
"I suggest being respectful of the rules this school had placed down for your safety." Mai stopped running and turned too look at a young teacher, Ms. O'Brien, who had just walked out of her new class.
"Sorry, Miss."
"Ms. O'Brien, thank you very much. Call me by my name if you decide to call me at all." Mai nodded and started walking in the direction she had been heading.
Ms. O'Brien headed towards the staff room to have her lunch. The first half of school was done and she already learnt more then the teacher's school had taught her.
As she reached the staff room, she turned the doorknob and pushed it to enter the medium size room. "How was your first day?" She was asked as she walked in. She looked up to see the same young male teacher that had gave her a 'good luck' greeting that morning. He was sitting in the staff chairing eating his lunch.
"Interesting. I have some really amazing students." He nodded and took another bite out of his sandwich as she got a cup of coffee.
To be continued or Owari. (one or the other)
A/N: If you want me to continue or to just call this finish say so in the review. Also, if you could be so kind, give me some creative criticism. I know I'm not that best writer… or close to it, but I'd like to get better and if you could tell me what you like what you don't like and possibly why then it will help. Also if you have a helpful suggestion about what could be added, don't be shy, tell me… But be appropriate. Not like I really have to remind you of that. So, please review.