Part 3: Digimon: Lost in Odaiba
"… the way to find the vertex of
the parabola is just a simple formula of y = a(x – p)(x – p) + q and…" The
drone of the math teacher was not helping the indigo haired boy to focus. Honestly did the school really expect him to
get up at a quarter to 6 just so he could listen to Nakaguri-san preach about
the important aspects of mathematics… even though he could probably never use
the information.
The thought
provoked Ken to do something he would never usually have the courage to do,
slowly he began to raise his hand.
"Yes
Ichijouji-san?" the man in his forties recognized the youth.
Ken licked
his lips nervously before going on with the question, "Um… sensei… is any of
this information pertinent to real life?"
The man
tensely snickered to himself, "Of course it is!"
" How?" the
boy asked not satisfied with the answer he had been given.
Nakaguri
shifted on his feet and swallowed harshly unsure of how to answer his question.
"Well that is… these math skills will help you in your careers later on in
life."
"What
careers would that constitute?"
"Ichijouji
you are wasting valuable class time! Now if you have said your peace may I
continue with the lesson!" the teacher snapped trying to avoid the subject.
Ken shifted
uneasily in his chair at the scrutiny of the older man. "Gomen, please continue sensei…" he said
quietly. He wasn't too sure what had
gotten into him to ask such a forward and blunt question like that. It sounded more like something Daisuke would
do.
Daisuke…
lately Ken's thoughts always came back to him… but then again with them being
best friends it was only natural… right? Ken shook his head clear of those
thoughts and began to absently doodle in his notebook. He wasn't too worried about missing the
lesson he could always just teach himself the material.
~I wonder
what Daisuke's doing now?~ he thought to himself before he finished moving his
pencil and actually focused on what he had drawn. A blush crept up to his cheeks as he swiftly averted his eyes
from the picture. What was he doing drawing picture of Daisuke? And why were
said pictures making him blush at the thought? He took another look at the
illustration of the energetic boy's smiling face. Okay it wasn't masterpiece, but then again Ken never claimed to
be an artist.
~Daisuke's
an artist!~ a little voice in his head piped.
Ken groaned
dropping his head into his hands. Why
did everything come back to HIM!? ~Well he is nice… and he always knows how to
make me smile… and he is quite handsome… OH MY GOD! What the HELL am I
thinking?! I shouldn't be thinking of my best friend in that manner.~ Ken
sighed to himself as other thoughts entered his mind, ~Then why do I get this
wonderful safe feeling when I'm around him? It's almost as if I'm in lo-~
The
indigo-haired boy shot out of his seat to stand at his desk, eyes wide with
shock and confusion.
" Is there
a problem Ichijouji?" Nakaguri sneered hating to be interrupted for the second
time this period.
" I… I… ah…
Can I be excused?" he finally got out.
Nakaguri
sighed obviously agitated but let it slide, "If you're not back in 5 minutes
you've got a detention," he warned.
" Arigato,"
Ken muttered before making a mad dash to boy's washroom, which was presently
empty. He turned on one of the facets
and splashed some water onto his face before clinging to the edges of the sink
to keep up right as the water remaining on his face dripped into the gray
drain.
~I am NOT
in love with my best friend… am I?~ he thought to himself. It was his heart that answered. The answer
was yes. "The question is does he feel the same for you?" Ken muttered
wistfully to himself. ~Probably not… I mean what would he see in someone like
me?~ Ken raised his head to look in the mirror.
"Face it
Ichijouji… you're screwed…" he sighed sadly to himself before grabbing a paper
towel to dry himself off. "Better get back to class before Nakaguri has my
head," Ken muttered bitterly to himself before dragging himself back to class.
~~~~~~@~~~~~~
" Wah!
Oof!"
" Wah!
Oof!… itai…" Yuriko rubbed her head to alleviate the pain she had received when
she and Kazemon were thrown through the digiport. "I'd forgotten what the
landings are like," she muttered.
" No you've
just forgotten how to land," Kazemon corrected.
" Not like
you did any better," she grumbled back.
" Hey I
have a reason I couldn't land, I don't got no feet!"
Yuriko
sighed and rolled her eyes, "And you've got no grammar skills… Enough of this,
we've got more important things to do."
"Um Yuriko?
What are you wearing?" Kazemon asked with a skeptical eye.
Looking
down at her attire she realized what caused her digimon's confusion. Instead of her usual tights, boots, tank top
and cape she was now clad in a sky blue business jacket with a white shirt
underneath, a red dropdown tie hanging around her neck and a matching blue
skirt that went down to just above her knees, it also seemed that she had been
given a brief-case. Toping off the
ensemble were blue spiked high heels.
Yuriko groaned, ~ Of all things why did it have to be high heels?~ Oh
well, she would just have to survive with what she was given. "It doesn't matter," she answered as she
opened the brief case.
Her eyes
lit up as she pulled an object out of the case, "Hey look! Binoculars!… Wonder
what I'll do with them though."
"Shouldn't
we be going?" Kazemon interjected.
"Oh right… now
where are we?" Yuriko asked herself as she walked over to the window to look
out at the city.
" What do
you see?" the little snake-like digimon asked as he slithered up onto the
windowsill.
" I don't
recognize this street," she frowned.
" Didn't you
use to live here?"
" Yeah,
about 10 years ago… or should I say 35 years ago?" Yuriko asked herself.
" So what
are we going to do?" Kazemon turned his big blue eyes onto his partner.
The
nineteen year-old girl sighed running a hand through her hair, "We're going to
leave this building and hopefully find a map of some sort."
"Okay… but
how are we going to go around without me being seen? I don't think I could pull
off a stuffed animal act for too long…" the little snake admitted.
Yuriko
found her eyes drifting to brief-case then back to Kazemon. Cocking an eyebrow
she slowly began to make her way over to the little digimon.
"Oh no… you
are not putting me in there! Ex-nay on the ief-case-bray! Yuriko… I'm warning
you… Put that down!"
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