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"Mr. Ishida."

Matt fiddled with his pencil idly, running the dream over and over again in his head.

"Mr. Ishida."

He closed his eyes tiredly; for some reason he was beginning to develop a headache.

"Mr. Ishida!" Tai elbowed Matt in the ribs roughly, catching him off guard. He stumbled out of the desk, nearly falling backwards as Tai sat back in his chair innocently, hands clasped together like a perfect angel.

"Mr. Ishida," the teacher repeated for what had to be the millionth time that hour. "Were you daydreaming again?!"

Matt pulled himself back up, ignoring the stares of his classmates. "No, sir, I wasn't."

The teacher sneered. "Perhaps you would like to share this daydream with the rest of us?"

Matt stared at him. "No, sir, I wouldn't." he said, sitting back down in his chair abruptly.

Matt's teacher, to his slight surprise, looked furious. "I think you would," he spat, brandishing a pen in front of Matt's face like a weapon.

Matt didn't take kindly to having a pen waved in his face, especially not when he'd been up so early worrying about Sora. "I think you're wrong." He swatted the pen away from his eyes.

"I think you're wrong what," replied the teacher instantly, eyes flashing, pen waving.

"I think you're wrong asshole."

And that was how Matt found himself in front of the principal's office on the first day of school.


"He what?" choked Sora as Tai nodded his head.

"Yeah, he's at the principal's office right now."

"But it's only second period!"

Tai shrugged noncommittally. Sora glared at him.

"And it's only the first day!"

Tai grinned. "At least he won't forget his teachers." Sora punched him lightly.

"Tai! This isn't funny! We should go see him after this. What do we have nex--"

"Miss Takenouchi, Mister Yagami, would you two like to solve the problem on the board?" Sora froze, looking over at Tai pleadingly.

"Um...actually, Mr...uhh..."

The teacher tapped a piece of chalk on Tai's desk. "Mr. Wield, Yagami."

"Mr. Wield," continued the brunette. "We haven't finished the problem yet. Could you give us a few more minutes?"

Mr. Wield didn't look very happy at this. "Mister Yagami, you have had more than enough time to solve it. If not, then you may solve it in front of the class as you write it on the board."

Sora looked crestfallen as she glanced at the rest of the class. "But Mr. Wiel--"

"Now, please!"

Tai and Sora shared a look; neither of them were any good at math. Matt was. "Second period," Sora muttered, standing up. "He just had to get sent to the office during second period."


Matt flicked another piece of lint from his pocket, this time aiming it at the receptionist's hair. He hit his target spot on, although to his slight disappointment the lint fell out a moment later as the woman scratched behind her ear with a pencil. He sighed. This was boring.

He'd been waiting for at least an hour outside of the principals office, and if it wasn't for the shapes he could make out through the window moving around inside the room he would've sworn the guy was dead. Matt glanced down at his schedule for the millionth time; here he was, was missing math class for a bunch of moving dead people shapes. He felt himself smile as he realised Tai and Sora must be having an awful time without him; he always helped them in math.

"Mr. Ishida?" A voice called out to him. Matt blinked, standing up. The receptionist was giving him an odd look at the sudden grin on his face, but nevertheless she pointed him to the door.

"The principal will see you now."

Great, Matt thought as he pushed open the door, the moving shape behind the glass finally coming into focus. He looked around the room, noticing a sudden drop in temperature. His eyes moved from the very uncomfortable looking chairs to the very uncomfortable looking principal. His collar was up at least three inches too high, and Matt had the distinct impression from the man's red face that it was choking him.

"Please, sit." The man motioned to one of the chairs, and Matt sat quickly, hitting his elbow on the edge of the seat pretty hard. The resulting crack was ignored by the principal -- Mr. Thompson, the plaque on his desk read -- and instead the man cleared his throat loudly, tugging a little on his collar. Matt opened his mouth to ask if he was alright, but immediately thought better of it. He sat in silence, waiting for Mr. Thompson to speak.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Yes sir," Matt replied automatically, preparing a speech in his head. He was good at that; he'd had a lot of experience.

The principal slipped his pinkie into the collar, probably to get more room to breathe. "Could you tell me why?"

"I called a teacher an inappropriate name, sir."

"I see." Mr. Thompson was now adjusting his tie, and Matt really wanted to ask if he was being suffocated. But somehow he didn't think Mr. Thompson would appreciate his worry.

"Well, what should we do about this?" Matt raised his eyes from the man's tie to his face (which was almost the same shade of maroon, the blond noted amusedly).

"Sorry?"

The principal, it appeared, did not like to repeat himself. "I don't know what it is about my tie you find so fascinating, Mr. Ishida, but perhaps it would be wiser to pay attention to my face instead."

Matt bowed his head, trying to seem humble as he hid his smirk. Sora would get a laugh out of this. "Sorry," he repeated.

"I said, what should we do? What do you think your punishment should be?"

"Why would I punish myself?" Matt asked before he could actually think about what he was saying. There go my chances of getting out of detention.

Thompson's hands finally left his collar; instead he folded his arms as he looked at Matt disapprovingly. "I believe in trusting students to pick their own punishments."

"But...I don't want to be punished."

"But...I don't want to punish you." Mr. Thompson said, copying the digidestined's tone of voice.

You're one bizarre guy, you know that? Matt thought, briefly wondering if he was daring enough to just say, 'Well then that's settled,' and walk away. He came to the conclusion that he was that daring but he wasn't that stupid. He could get a lotta leverage out of this guy.

"I think just a warning for this time. And if it ever happens again, detention." He looked up at the principal. "Does that sound fair?"

The principal shook his finger at him. "I think you're going a little easy on yourself, Mr. Ishida. But maybe you'll learn next time. Go back to class, you're dismissed."

Matt left the room swiftly, barely able to hold in a laugh, praying the poor man wouldn't suffocate when he was gone. On second thought...


True story, swear to god it looked like that guy was trying to choke himself. Loosen your ties, people! (Loosen your ties and review. In no particular order. ) )