"Class dismissed. Mr. Motomiya, you stay."

Davis, already halfway out the door, sighed dramatically and turned around doing his best to give his teacher an annoyed look without coming off as too disrespectful.

His teacher, Mr. Namesake, just tapped his desk and calmly told his student to pull up a chair.

He did so reluctantly but quickly still hoping to get out soon and begin his busy weekend.

Mr. Namesake leaned back in his chair silently studying the boy across from him. Davis Motomiya: what a card! He always seemed carefree and yet preoccupied, friendly and yet secretive, simple enough but also complex. He had been in Mr. Namesake's class for a few months now, and the teacher had always been intrigued by him. He couldn't understand this kid, and he was about to get to the bottom of it.

"Mr. Namesake, why am I still here?" He was leaned forward in his chair ready to spring up the moment he was released.

"I just needed to discuss a few things with you. For starters, your science grade has improved immensely."

"Um, okay…?" Aren't teachers supposed to talk to you when your grades are going down?

"Do you have any idea why that is?"

Davis readjusted the goggles on his head. "I don't know. Ken made me study."

"Ken who?"

"Ichijouji. He doesn't go he-"

The teacher, like any educator would, sprung up in his seat a little. "You know Ken Ichijouji? He's a genius."

The brunette scowled a bit. "And what's that make me?"

He waved his hands not wanting to hurt his student in any way. "Hey, you're smart. You're here because your grades are going up after all."

Davis grumbled, "I'm no Ken." He noticeably brightened up, the wave of jealousy subsiding. "But who is? And I guess it doesn't matter if I'm as smart as him because I won the last time we played soccer."

The teacher cocked his head at the student's odd behavior. "You're very competitive, aren't you?"

"Hmm?" He shrugged his shoulders mumbling something along the lines of "I don't know. I don't like to lose."

"What's so bad about losing?"

Davis looked shocked. "Everything! No one wants to be second best!"

Mr. Namesake thought for a moment. Yes, no one liked losing, but Davis despised it. He remembered a review game the other day between his classroom and Ms. Lucan's. Mr. Namesake hadn't thought any of his students cared they lost until he saw Davis looking enraged about missing a 'simple' question while talking to someone from the other classroom.

"Are you friends with that blonde kid in Ms. Lucan's class?"

"TK? Yeah, why?"

"You two seem to be the competitive type."

Davis didn't look offended at all by the comment. In fact, he grinned a little. "Well there have been a few fights, nothing bad."

"Oh?" Mr. Namesake inquired.

"We fight over pointless stuff and some not so pointless."

"Not so pointless? Like what?"

The brunette's expression darkened. He had a distant look on his face as if seeing something his teacher couldn't. "There was just, uh, stuff with our other friends and some… stuff… what does this have to do with my science grade?"

"It has to do with you being in my classroom everyday for the past six months, and I still don't understand you."

Davis shrugged. "Maybe there's nothing to understand."

"Or nothing you would tell me?"

The brunette stayed silent a few moments before muttering another "Can I go now?" that Mr. Namesake pretended not to hear.

The teacher decided to use a different approach. "Who are you, Mr. Motomiya?"

"Davis." Not getting a response, he tried again. "Your student? A soccer player? Someone who wants to leave?"

Mr. Namesake had now turned his chair and was looking to the blackboard instead of his student. "They say you can tell a lot about a person by their friends. Do you agree?"

Davis suppressed a sigh. He really didn't see the point of this conversation but thought the question over anyway.

He didn't think he was anything like his friends. They were all so different; the Digital World seemed to be the only thing holding them together… but then again, they had defeated Myotismon years ago. They didn't have any reason to still hang out and yet right now he was in a hurry to go meet them at the mall.

Davis decided to be honest, "I'm not anything like my friends."

The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Really? Not at all?"

"Nope."

Mr. Namesake turned back around in his chair to meet his student's eyes. "I'm sure there are similarities. You and TK are both competitive."

Davis rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, but we're not alike. We're complete opposites!"

"Then why be his friend?"

Now that was a question: if TK and him were so different, to the point that sometimes they couldn't even stand to breathe the same air, why be friends? Davis definitely enjoyed having TK as a friend. He was a good rival, dependable, and willing to go along with Davis's outrageous schemes but also willing to stop the schemes when they got border line dangerous, but were they really alike?

Not thinking he'd get an answer, Mr. Namesake talked again. "What about your other friends? Ms. Kamiya?"

"Kari?" Davis questioned.

"Yes, she's in this class. You're always turning around to talk to her when you're supposed to be working."

Davis laughed sheepishly before answering the question. "Nah, she's nice and gentle and stuff. That's not really me either."

He stroked his chin. "You're both very friendly. You were the first two to try and talk to Clarence when he moved here."

"He was alone. We had to."

Mr. Namesake smiled. "Not everyone sees it that way."

"I guess not. Can I go now?" Davis asked becoming extraordinarily impatient and uncomfortable.

"Why do you want to leave so bad?"

"It's Friday! I have places to go, people to see!"

"People like Ms. Kamiya, TK, and Ken Ichijouji?"

"Yeah, and they're probably all waiting for me," He complained giving his teacher a pleading look like an animal trapped behind bars waiting to be released.

"You may go."

Davis promptly sprinted out the door leaving Mr. Namesake to close his eyes and think on the conversation.


This conversation could've gone on for awhile, but it was getting kind of long.

Identity is defined as "the condition of being the same with something described or asserted" according to Merriam-Webster, so this is about finding out Davis's identity among his his friends.

This was originally about Cody. None of these are sticking with my original plan but oh well.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated!