Title: In With the New
Drabble: #50
Rave's prompt: Helmet
Randomly selected pairing: Koukeru
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: I think I might've liked history if it had been taught in a less boring way, but oh well. The image I still have in my head of Ken in uniform (coughJoeycough) is making any pairings without Ken in them a little tricky to write.
History was one of Koushiro's many interests. He liked to explore the motives of great leaders, and the impact that their decisions had had on the way the world developed. So, of course, Koushiro wanted to know about the histories of all nations as well as just Japan. This way, he could link events produce theories as to why modern society was the way it was.
For these reasons and more, he was only too happy to accompany Takeru on a trip to Japan's largest museum. In fact, he was probably more enthusiastic about the visit than Takeru himself; the blonde was a person who preferred to live for the future than for the past, so museums had never really interested him. He was only really going because it would ensure him a passing grade in history, the most boring subject he'd ever had to learn.
Koushiro travelled steadily from exhibit to exhibit, seeming to gain more interest with every step he took, while Takeru trailed behind. He was trying to take in the information he was being presented with, but all it seemed to do was go in one ear and out the other. He groaned, and once again hurried to catch up with Koushiro, stopping to take a necessary glance at the exhibit the older boy was currently studying. The corners of his lips twitched into a smile; it was suits of armour, worn by knights, who were (as far as Takeru was concerned) the only people in history who weren't as boring as everybody else.
He glanced between the suits and Koushiro a few times before his smile increased, something along the lines of an idea beginning to form.
About a week later Koushiro found himself in the company of Takeru again, only this time they were at the Takaishi residence. Koushiro was quite happily minding his own business, going through one of Takeru's history essays to see what could be improved, when a large, metal helmet was rammed onto his head. He yelped, dropping the essay and spinning round to see no one other than the blonde boy, ever the picture of innocence, grinning at him.
Takeru had been right; Koushiro did look good as a knight.