Digimon: The Last Generation
By Fantasya
Summary: The Digital World is weakening as we speak. It's up to a new group of Digi-Destined to save them.
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Blue Ribbon Middle was known for producing geniuses. Of course, there were a few exceptions to this rule that slipped under their radar every once in a while, but there are just as many that don't.
Take for example our first character, Tao Emoto. Fourteen years old, heart of gold, head of lead…generally not the guy you asked for homework help. His older brother, Oozaru, was top of not only their year, but also all years. Another boy-genius was thirteen-year-old Toma Ugata, who was there to balance out the stupidity of his own older brother, Jese.
Now, what kind of school allowed students of various ages and grades to attend the same class? Blue Ribbon Middle, who had been awarded for its revolutionary class scheduling, that's who!
That's why we find ourselves in this very school, in room 202 with our first character, Tao.
"Aww, man! This stinks!" Tao complained loudly to any and all who would listen. The only one who would, however, was his best friend, Toma, who laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and patted him somewhat condescendingly.
"There, there. What's up now?" Toma asked as he sat down in his own desk. Tao leaned his just-passed-back test over for Toma, to see the glaring red 27 out of 100 on his paper.
"I failed another test." Tao whined.
"Well, you were right there – right there – I swear." Toma said comfortingly. "Thirteen more points and…you still would have flunked…but you wouldn't have flunked so spectacularly!"
For a moment, Tao felt reassured, but his eyes strayed back to the haunting number and he slammed his head on to the table. "Ow."
"This is what you get for staying up so late last night playing video games." He looked up to see his brother pushing his glasses over the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. He leaned over his brother and rolled Tao's head to the side to see the score head smeared onto his brother's forehead. He released a low, impressed whistle. "That's pretty bad; even Jese did better than you!"
"What did he get?" Toma asked, truly awed.
"I got a 36!" Jese exclaimed proudly, flaunting his F like a badge of honor. "So, how did everyone's favorite Know-It-All do?"
Toma smiled and brandished a paper marked 196 out of 100. Jese stared. And stared. And stared. Before he finally exclaimed:
"Too bad, Toma. You almost had a perfect score!"
A pleasant round of sweat drops swept through the room.
"How did you get 96 extra credit points?" Tao asked, shocked.
"I helped her make up the test." Toma admitted. "Ms. Owen isn't very good with Algebra so I had to tutor her."
"All right class, settle down, settle down." Their teacher, Ms. Owen, said as she finished passing out the last of the tests. "Today we are going to be assigned groups for the PowerPoint Presentation that will be due at the end of the semester. There will be no time in class to do this, however, so you will need to spend some of your time after school or during recess to begin this project."
Ms. Owen paused to allow a round of groans and general dismay to fill the room and quiet again. "But before we begin, I have recently been informed that we have a pair of students transferring in today and they should be here shortly…"
And as she finished that last sentence, a pair of girls walked into the classroom. They were both sisters, if as much could not be assumed from the fact that they were identical twins, even though their mannerisms suggested that they couldn't stand to be in the same room for more than a few minutes at a time.
"Now, Yuir, Mai, why don't you tell us something about yourselves?"
One of them – Mai perhaps? – smiled and waved enthusiastically. "Hi, I'm Yuir," okay, "and I was, like, born a half-minute earlier than Mai and I like to have fun. I'm actually only transferring here because Mai wanted to transfer here and she wanted to transfer here because…why did you want to transfer here?"
"Yuir, do you pay attention to anything? 'Cause if you do, please let me know – we'll have a party."
For a split second, Yuir's smile wavered. "Yeah, right, I forget sometimes. We just moved here from Italy and it was either here or Red Ridge but," she leaned forward and commented in a stage whisper, "they didn't look very sanitary."
"Oh, well, then, please take your seats now." Yuir's smile stretched to an almost cynical reach and she happily skipped to the back of the room. Upon arrival, however, she let out an ear-piercing shriek as a pencil whizzed past her ear and imbedded itself into the wall behind her.
Seconds before, instead of listening to their introduction, Tao had created another one of his legendary disasters. Rolling down his arm and across the floor, swept into the rhythm of Jese's impatient foot tapping it was launched through the air and became the victim of a rubber band seconds from being snapped, and imbedded itself into the back wall. For a full five minutes no one could move, least of all Tao. He sat mortified in his desk at the mere prospect of being charged with attempted murder.
Mai pressed her finger to her chin in what was known as the universal "thinker" position as she inspected the projectile. "Good going, Goggles-For-Brains, you almost snuffed the unsnuffable. Trust me, I've been trying for years and it's never been this close."
More silence before Yuir let out a nervous chuckle. Pretty soon the rest of class had joined in, including Ms. Owen.
"Oh my word, Tao, always with the near death experiences!" Ms. Owen choked out between giggles. "You're a hoot and a half, I'll tell you."
The class laughed at the events for almost a full 10 minutes, Tao reluctantly joining in, before Ms. Owen caught her breath and directed the class to begin their lesson. "Open your books to page 394," she turned back to the chalkboard, wiping tears from under her eyes, "and Tao, make sure to give our new students a grand tour before lunch."
"What!"
"Would you rather go the office?" Ms. Owen turned and raised a slender eyebrow in his direction.
Tao squirmed in his seat. "No – but – err…what happened to me being a hoot and a half?"
"You still tried to kill a student," Ms. Owen stopped smiling, "accidentally or not."
After listening to Ms. Owen drone on for another hour about their species identification project, she assigned the partners by alphabetical order much to Tao's endless appreciation.
When the lunch bell rang, Mai was out of her seat and out of the classroom before Tao could register what was going on. He looked behind him to find Yuir standing there with an amused glint in her eyes.
"So, are you coming to lunch or are you just going to sit there?" She said as she walked out of the room and Tao had to run to catch up with her in the hallway.
"Do you guys really need a tour? Because our class – we barely leave the classroom."
Yuir laughed and tossed a handful of blue hair over her left shoulder. "Nah, help me find the necessary room when I ask and I guess you're off the hook."
Insert embarrassing victory dance moves for Tao to perform, then multiply how ridiculous he looks doing them by 1000 and you get what happens here
"So what are you and your friends into?" Yuir asked, making small talk as they quickly went through the lunch line.
"TCG mostly. I like to draw."
"Really? Do you think I could see any of your stuff?"
"Sure. What about you? What are you and Mai into?"
"Nothing really, I mean, we like to cook. And Mai's into TCG, I think."
"If we can figure out where your sister went, you guys can sit with me and my friends if you want." Tao offered. "I suppose you guys don't have anywhere else to sit."
"Cool."
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Authors Note: Many of you will be pleased to note that I have a better mastery of the English language now, even though this really isn't much better than the other. After I get the revised chapters up, I'm only going to be updating every week (like with regular television). Um…you also may be interested to know that I am not dead. Simply computer deprived. Well, that's all for now. Look for the next chapter update in a few days. L8Z!