Alright, this one is CRAPPY. I decided to take a break from all the emotion and try a different route... and I needed to give you guys something since I haven't really updated. Well, I hope this doesn't suck as much I as I think it does. Haha, review please : ) Sorry if it's kinda sorta OOC. And I looked it over; it kinda sounds like "Daisuke-bashing," but it's not. I love him. Haha, anyway: ON WITH THE SHOW!

Season: Adventure 02 (you'll probably be seeing a lot more of these from me)

Character Focus: You pick.

Time Period: Um... whatever sounds good to you.

POV: Takeru.

Health Class

Some people would call health class boring.

Well, except for Motomiya Daisuke and Ichijouji Ken.

Ever since the ex-Kaiser saw the light, Daisuke and him have developed quite the friendship. Sure, Ken is still his quiet, semi-antisocial self, but the goggle-head brings out a special little side of him that no one else really sees. Heck, Miyako, his own girlfriend, rarely gets that part of him. I have to give Daisuke some credit for that.

Hikari and I walked into the classroom together, hand-in-hand. This received a lovely comment from our health teacher (and my basketball coach). "Aye!" she barked. "How many times do I have to tell you kiddies? No PDA allowed!" I could've sworn she just started foaming at the mouth. "Takaishi, if I have to tell you again, you're off the team!"

"Yes, coach Lei." I bowed my head, pretending to be ashamed. My girlfriend let go of my hand, trying to stifle her giggles.

Just as Hikari and I were taking our seats, Ken and Miyako walked in, fingers intertwined.

"Ichijouji! Inoue!" Coach Lei's face turned beat red, veins popping out of her neck like vines on a tree. "No PDA!" Spit flew from her mouth.

"Listen, lady! I can-"

Just as Miyako was about to protest and rebel, Ken let go of her hand and bowed respectfully. "We're sorry, Ms. Lei. It won't happen again." Miyako silently fumed at her less-outspoken boyfriend, then went to a seat.

Haha, they're meant to be.

The bell rung as class was just getting settled in. It was no surprise when a certain goggle-head arrived fashionably late...

Daisuke, out of breath and panting, ran into the classroom just as the bell finished its last riiinnggg! Automatically, he ran to sit next to Ken, hoping the teacher didn't notice him being late. But, really, what was new?

"Motomiya!" Coach roared. "One more tardy and your butt is gonna be here for lunch detention; cleaning this classroom and scraping the dead skin off my feet!"

The whole class shivered. I've seen her feet, and let me tell you, it's not pretty. Not to mention they smell like sour milk and rancid bananas. How they obtained the scent is a minor detail that I didn't really want to know.

For the first fifteen minutes of class, Coach LadyDevimon (my little nickname for her) popped in a video... about 'safe sex.' Really, I've never been so uncomfortable in my entire life. I mean, a female condom looks like a transparent tentacle! But that's besides the point.

I looked over at the other students: Daisuke looked like he was getting ready to explode with laughter at any moment, Ken shifted awkwardly in his seat, Miyako was absent-mindedly fiddling with her pencil, and my Hikari just seemed neutral about the whole thing.

After the torturous video was taken out, the teacher announced that she (or he. I'm not too sure) would be passing out index cards. On these cards, we would have to write an anonymous question to be answered at the end of class.

"Don't you worry your stupid little heads off, kiddies." Coach Lei had said. "No one will know which question was yours. But if you have any problems at all, come see me after school and we'll get you some help."

Yeah, right...

"And if you don't have a question," she continued. "well, then just don't turn in a card..." Her voice dropped. "And I'm warning you, if I get any ridiculous or just plain stupid questions, you won't like the outcome." Her eyes flared up with hellish fire. Gods, she's creepy...

I turned to Hikari, hoping that her face alone would help my experience in this class run on a smoother course. "Are you going to write anything down?" I asked.

"Nope," she replied. "That video pretty much... explained everything."

"Haha, no kidding." I blew her a little kiss. She caught it in the air, bringing it to her lips.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Daisuke coughed, getting our attention and ruining our 'moment.' His jealously was still very apparent. "Me and Ken have a little competition going on. Care to join in?" He slouched down in his chair, leaning it back on two legs.

"Uh, sure." I was a little reluctant. Who knows what those two could scheme up...

"We're gonna write down the most retarded and down right dumb questions. Whoever has the worst one has to buy lunch for all of us."

I laughed. "No thanks." I've seen Coach Lei get angry, it tops every bad experience in the Digital World by a long shot.

"Why aren't you joining in, Miyako?" Hikari asked, leaning in intently.

"I'm not going to risk anything." she replied, crumpling up her index card and tossing it into the trash can. "She sounded pretty serious..."

"Teachers at Tamachi always used to say things like that." Ken piped in. "They're empty threats."

"Whatever," Daisuke yawned, leaning back even more. "Some old hag who hasn't gotten laid in thirty years doesn't scare m-"

"Class!" The coach blew her whistle, making Daisuke scream like a little girl and fall to the floor from his chair. The class erupted in laughter, resulting in a blushing goggle-head and a demonic scowl from the teacher. "You're on my last nerve, Motomiya..." she growled (quite a manly growl, might I add.) Daisuke mumbled an apology and regained his composure, Miyako still snickering even after everything had calmed down.

Coach Lei blew her whistle again, even lauder this time. I was convinced that she broke the sound barrier on a daily basis. "Alright, you hooligans," It was apparent that she enjoyed calling us names; she got some sick pleasure out of it, I suppose. "Write down your questions. You have three minutes. I'm timing you... Start!" She clicked a button on the stopwatch she had around her neck.

Hikari and I simply followed Miyako's suit and threw our cards away without a second thought. Daisuke and Ken, on the other hand, seemed to be in deep concentration. A lightbulb lit up over the brunette's head first, he scribbled quickly on his index card and seemed proud as he finished writing and folded it in half.

It probably wasn't funny...

Ken tapped his pencil against his chin, staring into nowhere. An almost untraceable smirk flashed across his face as he finally wrote something down. It was a little refreshing for me, that kid never smiles...

"Alrighty," Coach LadyDevimon got the class' attention. "Time to pass up your cards!"

Once they were all collected, she dumped them in a shoebox and shook it violently. "Question time!" she screamed.

I think a window just shattered...

Coach Lei stuck her hand in the old shoebox, pulling out a card. Clearing her throat in a disgusting fashion, she read: "I haven't started puberty yet. Do I have some kind of problem? Will I ever start?"

"Ha!" Daisuke chuckled, then pointed at me. "That must be yours, T.P.!"

I've learned to just ignore it...

"Motomiya!" Coach Lei roared. "That's enough outta you! We do not make fun of anybody in this classroom! Understand?" Daisuke nodded, whimpering. Our teacher's face became calm again. "Anyway, the answer to whoever wrote the question is no. Everyone's body works different. Just give it time. Alright, next!" She tossed the card into the almost full trash can and pulled out another. "This one says: 'Can you get pregnant by holding hands?'"

Okay, I have to admit, it was funny. I chuckled a little while the class bursted with laughter. "Quiet!" Everyone shut up. "I know that messy, chicken-scratch handwriting anywhere... Daisuke!" She glared at him, eyes glittering in a seemingly homicidal manner. "You all are dead if there's another jokester in here..." She scanned the class as if she were a robot locking her target. Pulling out another card, she read: "What is a yeast infection? Can I make bread out of it?"

Alright, that made my day. That must have been Ken's question; Daisuke doesn't have enough wit to think of something like that. The class stayed quiet for this one (except Miyako, trying her best to hold back giggles) either because: One, they feared that Coach Lei was going to transform into Leatherface and hack them up with a chainsaw (everyone believed that she kept one in her closet). Or two: because the dimwits in my class simply didn't understand the joke.

Instead of a more appropriate red color, our teacher's face turned purple! I could almost see steaming rising from her unflatteringly large pores. Her breathing became almost beastly. "Motomiya!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Ichijouji!"

The said boys exchanged glances, fear plastered on their faces.

"Lunch detention!" she declared.

"Yes, ma'am..." The troublemakers said in unison, heads bowed.

Riiing, riiing, riiing...

Well, that was our cue to leave for lunch time (save for my two punished cohorts). As she walked out of the door, Miyako noticed the desperate look Ken gave her, as if pleading 'No! Don't leave me here!'

She just smirked and chimed "Bye bye, Ken-kun. Have fun scraping feet!" She blew him a farewell kiss, which received the infamous "No PDA!" scold from our ever-so-kind teacher.

Hikari and I waved to them as we walked out of class. "Hey, look on the bright side," I said cheerfully just to irritate them. "At least whoever lost doesn't have to pay for lunch!" The response from Daisuke was a grunt; Ken just looked defeated.

Some would say health class is boring.

I have to disagree.

I grabbed Hikari's hand as we walked to lunch.