On the Outside Looking In
Disclaimer: This is like, nastalgic. I haven't done one of these in a while. Well, Digimon and all it's characters belong to people that do not have a fanfiction account with the penname Alias. If I ever get the company, you can be sure you will know. ::evil grin::
Ken entered the classroom like any other day of the year. He took his seat next to Hikari, and across the aisle from Daisuke. Takeru sat in front of him, and Miyako right behind. The teacher walked in soon after, and class began.
Ken opened his books and started to read the assignment on the board. He felt something tap the back of his head. "WHAT?" He whispered, emphasized as much as it could be at such a low volume.
Miyako had a pencil in the air, at the level of Ken's head. "You gonna say it today?"
"Maybe." He shrugged.
"I swear Ken, one more day and I'm doing it myself."
"Nonono! Miya, I will KILL you!" Ken apparently whispered this louder than intended, because the teacher's attention was caught.
"Mr.Ichijouji, something you wish to share with the class?"
Ken spun around, and his face immediately turned a nice shade of crimson and urgently shook his head. He threw his whole attention into the book in front of him. This was getting harder and harder by the minute, as Miyako was tapping the back of his head again.
"Stop it!" Ken said, in a whisper only the other Digidestined could have heard.
Miyako pulled out a piece of paper and tore off a little corner. She scribbled something and threw in onto Ken and Hikari's desk.
Ken grabbed the paper before Hikari could and shot her a smile that tried to convey that the whole thing was innocent.
He pulled open the fold of the note and read it. "So, are you going to or what?"
He scribbled a reply and threw it backwards. "No. Not with you proding me." Miyako wrote a reply and put it on Ken's shoulder.
"Then I am going to."
"No you don't."
"Oh yes, I am."
"Why do you have to push me?"
"Because I am tried of you listing all the ways you like Daisuke."
"What's wrong with making innocent lists?"
"They aren't innocent anymore when they cover the floor of my room."
"That's exagerating!"
* *
Daisuke saw the furious scribbles and note passing, and was getting curious. When the note was with Miyako, he extended his hand under his desk and gestured for the note.
Miyako's eyes widened and she dropped her pencil. Daisuke's face was still in his book, but he looked out of the corner of his eye as Miyako tapped Ken on the shoulder. He turned and saw Daisuke's hand outstretched, and literally froze.
"What?" He mouthed.
Ken shook his head, very fast.
Now Daisuke really wanted to know what was in the note. 'I bet it's about me. It's always about me.' He put on a pout and made his best impression of Chibimon when he wanted something. Ken turned back to his books and Miyako shoved the note in her binder. 'Fine, they don't want to let me in on it? Fine.'
* *
The teacher stood up from his desk and cleared his throat. "Now, if you had been reading," He shot looks to Daisuke, Ken, and Miyako. "you would have seen that other people see you differently than you see yourself. For tonight's homework, you are to write a paper on how you see someone else."
There were murmurs all around the class room and the teacher raised his hand, signaling for silence. The class shut up.
"I have everyone's name on a piece of paper, and as you leave the classroom you will pick a name. The paper must be at least two paragraphs, and we are reading them tomorrow." He walked over to the door with a bucket of little pieces of paper. "Class dismissed."
The class picked up their things and started to file out of the classroom. Ken and Miyako grabbed their stuff quickly, and waited for Daisuke, Takeru and Hikari to catch up.
"Soooo Ken?"
Ken groaned. "What now, Miya?"
"I'll do it, I swear I will."
"Not if I kill you first."
Daisuke stood on his toes and rested his head on Miyako's shoulder. "Do what?"
Ken jumped back. "Nothing. She's not going to do anything."
Daisuke raised an eyebrow. He turned his head to face Miyako's. "What is this nothing, Miya?"
Miyako smiled. And not just any smile, an 'I've got blackmail material' smile. "Nothing, Daisuke, but Ken has something to tell you."
"Is that right Ken?"
Ken managed to smile and fought the urge to punch Miyako, who was still smirking and much enjoying his plight. "Yes. There is something. Tell you. . . later. Time to leave!"
Ken turned on his heals and started walking toward the door. He was followed by the others, and stopped right in front of his teacher.
"Well, I am looking forward to your essay, Ichijouji."
Ken plastered on a fake smile and pulled out a name. He stopped right outside of the classroom as the others each grabbed a name.
Takeru, Hikari, and Daisuke hung behind Miyako and Ken as the walked to lunch.
"Who'd you get Ken? Who who who who who who who who?"
Ken picked at the corner of the piece of paper he was issued. "You first."
Miyako waved her hand in the air. "Fine fine, but it's just going to be someone boring that sits at the back of the class." She pulled the paper out of the pocket and opened it. She held it up to Ken's face. "See? It's just nobody. Now it's your turn."
Ken closed his eyes and opened the paper. He shoved it in Miyako's general direction. "Who is it?"
Miyako started laughing and Ken opened his eyes. "What is so funny?"
Miyako didn't stop laughing, even as her face started to turn read. Ken decided to read his piece of paper. 'Daisuke? Oh no.'
* *
"Come on Daisuke, just open the paper."
"But- but- but-"
Takeru leaned forward from behind Hikari. "What are the chances of you getting Ken? Like, 1 in a million! And even then, you can get around saying that you like him no problem!"
"But-"
"No buts Daisuke." Hikari pulled the piece of paper out of his hands and opened it. She slapped a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to stop giggles.
Takeru read it over her shoulder. He turned bright red and looked at Daisuke. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Dai."
Daisuke leaned over and read his assignment. "No way! Why do -I- have to get Ken?!"
Disclaimer: This is like, nastalgic. I haven't done one of these in a while. Well, Digimon and all it's characters belong to people that do not have a fanfiction account with the penname Alias. If I ever get the company, you can be sure you will know. ::evil grin::
Ken entered the classroom like any other day of the year. He took his seat next to Hikari, and across the aisle from Daisuke. Takeru sat in front of him, and Miyako right behind. The teacher walked in soon after, and class began.
Ken opened his books and started to read the assignment on the board. He felt something tap the back of his head. "WHAT?" He whispered, emphasized as much as it could be at such a low volume.
Miyako had a pencil in the air, at the level of Ken's head. "You gonna say it today?"
"Maybe." He shrugged.
"I swear Ken, one more day and I'm doing it myself."
"Nonono! Miya, I will KILL you!" Ken apparently whispered this louder than intended, because the teacher's attention was caught.
"Mr.Ichijouji, something you wish to share with the class?"
Ken spun around, and his face immediately turned a nice shade of crimson and urgently shook his head. He threw his whole attention into the book in front of him. This was getting harder and harder by the minute, as Miyako was tapping the back of his head again.
"Stop it!" Ken said, in a whisper only the other Digidestined could have heard.
Miyako pulled out a piece of paper and tore off a little corner. She scribbled something and threw in onto Ken and Hikari's desk.
Ken grabbed the paper before Hikari could and shot her a smile that tried to convey that the whole thing was innocent.
He pulled open the fold of the note and read it. "So, are you going to or what?"
He scribbled a reply and threw it backwards. "No. Not with you proding me." Miyako wrote a reply and put it on Ken's shoulder.
"Then I am going to."
"No you don't."
"Oh yes, I am."
"Why do you have to push me?"
"Because I am tried of you listing all the ways you like Daisuke."
"What's wrong with making innocent lists?"
"They aren't innocent anymore when they cover the floor of my room."
"That's exagerating!"
* *
Daisuke saw the furious scribbles and note passing, and was getting curious. When the note was with Miyako, he extended his hand under his desk and gestured for the note.
Miyako's eyes widened and she dropped her pencil. Daisuke's face was still in his book, but he looked out of the corner of his eye as Miyako tapped Ken on the shoulder. He turned and saw Daisuke's hand outstretched, and literally froze.
"What?" He mouthed.
Ken shook his head, very fast.
Now Daisuke really wanted to know what was in the note. 'I bet it's about me. It's always about me.' He put on a pout and made his best impression of Chibimon when he wanted something. Ken turned back to his books and Miyako shoved the note in her binder. 'Fine, they don't want to let me in on it? Fine.'
* *
The teacher stood up from his desk and cleared his throat. "Now, if you had been reading," He shot looks to Daisuke, Ken, and Miyako. "you would have seen that other people see you differently than you see yourself. For tonight's homework, you are to write a paper on how you see someone else."
There were murmurs all around the class room and the teacher raised his hand, signaling for silence. The class shut up.
"I have everyone's name on a piece of paper, and as you leave the classroom you will pick a name. The paper must be at least two paragraphs, and we are reading them tomorrow." He walked over to the door with a bucket of little pieces of paper. "Class dismissed."
The class picked up their things and started to file out of the classroom. Ken and Miyako grabbed their stuff quickly, and waited for Daisuke, Takeru and Hikari to catch up.
"Soooo Ken?"
Ken groaned. "What now, Miya?"
"I'll do it, I swear I will."
"Not if I kill you first."
Daisuke stood on his toes and rested his head on Miyako's shoulder. "Do what?"
Ken jumped back. "Nothing. She's not going to do anything."
Daisuke raised an eyebrow. He turned his head to face Miyako's. "What is this nothing, Miya?"
Miyako smiled. And not just any smile, an 'I've got blackmail material' smile. "Nothing, Daisuke, but Ken has something to tell you."
"Is that right Ken?"
Ken managed to smile and fought the urge to punch Miyako, who was still smirking and much enjoying his plight. "Yes. There is something. Tell you. . . later. Time to leave!"
Ken turned on his heals and started walking toward the door. He was followed by the others, and stopped right in front of his teacher.
"Well, I am looking forward to your essay, Ichijouji."
Ken plastered on a fake smile and pulled out a name. He stopped right outside of the classroom as the others each grabbed a name.
Takeru, Hikari, and Daisuke hung behind Miyako and Ken as the walked to lunch.
"Who'd you get Ken? Who who who who who who who who?"
Ken picked at the corner of the piece of paper he was issued. "You first."
Miyako waved her hand in the air. "Fine fine, but it's just going to be someone boring that sits at the back of the class." She pulled the paper out of the pocket and opened it. She held it up to Ken's face. "See? It's just nobody. Now it's your turn."
Ken closed his eyes and opened the paper. He shoved it in Miyako's general direction. "Who is it?"
Miyako started laughing and Ken opened his eyes. "What is so funny?"
Miyako didn't stop laughing, even as her face started to turn read. Ken decided to read his piece of paper. 'Daisuke? Oh no.'
* *
"Come on Daisuke, just open the paper."
"But- but- but-"
Takeru leaned forward from behind Hikari. "What are the chances of you getting Ken? Like, 1 in a million! And even then, you can get around saying that you like him no problem!"
"But-"
"No buts Daisuke." Hikari pulled the piece of paper out of his hands and opened it. She slapped a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to stop giggles.
Takeru read it over her shoulder. He turned bright red and looked at Daisuke. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Dai."
Daisuke leaned over and read his assignment. "No way! Why do -I- have to get Ken?!"