Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
I would like to thank Jim Hawking34 for helping me on this when I was stumped.
"No Daisuke," Koushiro said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I refuse."
"He won't notice," Daisuke reassured him. "This is Mr. Fujiyama we're talking about."
"Yeah but...wouldn't it be a lot easier to just talk to him. Maybe he'll ease up our punishment."
"Awww, you're no fun." Daisuke scowled at Koushiro. "Don't you ever want adventure in your life? Have you ever had a chance to crawl through the vents? This is probably a once in a lifetime opportunity!"
"It would be a lot easier to just talk to Mr. Fujiyama."
"Yeah, but we have two weeks of detention!"
"Well, at least he might ease up the punishment on me. You're the one that shot those spitballs at him. Remember?" Koushiro smiled smugly and quietly chuckled to himself.
Daisuke continued to scowl at Koushiro. "Some friend you are!"
Koushiro quickly glared back. "Oh yeah! Well....you're....ummmm." He was at loss for words.
Daisuke crossed his arms triumphantly and said a loud, "Hah!"
"I am a good friend!"
"If you were a good friend, you'd crawl throught vents with me. Prove you're a good friend!"
Koushiro thought for a moment, but then finally gave in. "Oh fine. Let's do it!"
"Okay, now to get to the vents." Daisuke dragged a chair across the room to a vent hole. He stood on the chair and started to open it. Meanwhile Koushiro sat at a desk tapping his index finger waiting for Daisuke.
"What are you doing?!"
There stood Mr. Fujiyama. An unhappy Mr. Fujiyama.
"I had absolutely nothing to do with this, Mr. Fujiyama. I tried to stop him!" Koushiro stuffed his hands into his pockets to create a look of innocence.
"Daisuke, that is two more weeks of detention!" Mr. Fujiyama pulled Daisuke down the school's hallways toward the principal's office.
Daisuke inwardly vowed to get revenge on Koushiro...
The End
Well, I hope you liked it. I think it was too short. This was actually something I did for homework.
I would like to thank Jim Hawking34 for helping me on this when I was stumped.
"No Daisuke," Koushiro said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I refuse."
"He won't notice," Daisuke reassured him. "This is Mr. Fujiyama we're talking about."
"Yeah but...wouldn't it be a lot easier to just talk to him. Maybe he'll ease up our punishment."
"Awww, you're no fun." Daisuke scowled at Koushiro. "Don't you ever want adventure in your life? Have you ever had a chance to crawl through the vents? This is probably a once in a lifetime opportunity!"
"It would be a lot easier to just talk to Mr. Fujiyama."
"Yeah, but we have two weeks of detention!"
"Well, at least he might ease up the punishment on me. You're the one that shot those spitballs at him. Remember?" Koushiro smiled smugly and quietly chuckled to himself.
Daisuke continued to scowl at Koushiro. "Some friend you are!"
Koushiro quickly glared back. "Oh yeah! Well....you're....ummmm." He was at loss for words.
Daisuke crossed his arms triumphantly and said a loud, "Hah!"
"I am a good friend!"
"If you were a good friend, you'd crawl throught vents with me. Prove you're a good friend!"
Koushiro thought for a moment, but then finally gave in. "Oh fine. Let's do it!"
"Okay, now to get to the vents." Daisuke dragged a chair across the room to a vent hole. He stood on the chair and started to open it. Meanwhile Koushiro sat at a desk tapping his index finger waiting for Daisuke.
"What are you doing?!"
There stood Mr. Fujiyama. An unhappy Mr. Fujiyama.
"I had absolutely nothing to do with this, Mr. Fujiyama. I tried to stop him!" Koushiro stuffed his hands into his pockets to create a look of innocence.
"Daisuke, that is two more weeks of detention!" Mr. Fujiyama pulled Daisuke down the school's hallways toward the principal's office.
Daisuke inwardly vowed to get revenge on Koushiro...
The End
Well, I hope you liked it. I think it was too short. This was actually something I did for homework.