O.K., here's what you've all been dreading: The next chapter. As soon as I find my plot I'll write it.
::blinks::
O.K., found it. More Daiyako, Miyako mind screwing, Daisuke depressing Daiyako. Joy. Lol J
D/c: I don't own Digimon and do not have any association with anything concerning it. Plus, suing me is pointless unless you're really into pocket lint.
Whatever You Say
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Daisuke
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I knew it was going to be one hell of a day today. And I don't mean that in a good context. When I woke up, it was to the fact that Jun was listening to Yamato… whatever the hell his last name was. At 5 am. Crap it was so loud I could barely stand it! Sadly, she was listening to him on headphones.
So, to kill time I made breakfast. That tided me over until 5:30. Then I caught up on a year's homework. That last me until about 7:25, where I barely made it to school.
See? Wasn't it shaping up to be such a lovely day?
And do you know what made it even lovely? You guessed it, Miyako's little stuck up pimp sadistic excuse for a boyfriend, Damori! Let's give the ass a round of applause, will you? It went a little something like this:
"Isn't Hanishormi an asshole?" Takeru asked. I nodded.
"Seriously, I heard he gives homework on summer vacation." Takeru blinked in surprise.
"Really?" I shrugged.
"It's through the grapevine." I replied.
"Damn." he muttered, as we turned to open our lockers. I just undid the lock
when I had though of something.
"Hey, Takeru-"
SLAM!!
"Ugh." I muttered. "Get the number of that truck." I rubbed the back of my head gently. Or at least, this is what I would have been doing had a force not been currently plastering me to the locker.
"Excuse me, you little sadist." Damori spat.
"What?" I asked, frowning. What the hell was he doing?
I caught Takeru out of the corner of my eye. He looked shocked. Damori and I were on pretty good terms. Until now, that is.
"Whoa, man what IS your problem?" I demanded.
"YOU Motomiya!" he spat. I blinked.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"Miyako told me what you said about me. Something about being a player?" he asked. I frowned. Then it hit me.
"Oh, that. Well, you are one." This just earned me another slam.
"It doesn't matter! It's not good to spread rumours Motomiya. You might get hurt for them." Gee. A death threat. Lovely. It's just the small things like these that make your life wonderful.
"I don't want her to get hurt by you." I replied. I swear I could feel the 'Daisuke, shut up'ness radiating from Takeru. I didn't care. "You are a player. A no good son of a bitch player. Miyako is a good person. You don't deserve her." If looks could kill, I'd be 5 feet under.
"Well, smart mouth Motomiya, I guess you think she deserves you?" I glared.
"Well at least I'm not a two faced lying, manipulative jerk."
BAM!
I didn't see that one coming. Of course, I wouldn't be able to see period for the next week or so.
"Damn." I muttered, holding my hand up to the eye he had just punched.
"Expect a lot more of that if you go anywhere near Miyako." he said, then turned on his heel and walked out. As soon, as he was out of earshot, Takeru reached down.
"Whoa, buddy, are you O.K.?" he asked with concern. I rubbed my eye and moaned painfully.
"Shit." I muttered.
"You've got to tell Miyako about this." Takeru said, worriedly. "You're supposed to be her slave and yet you can go anywhere near her or else you'll get beaten up." I chuckled.
"Goes with the old saying, doesn't it? You can't please everybody."
"Daisuke…" Takeru's motherly voice showed through. I sighed.
"Look, Takeru, I would tell her but she'll wind up taking his side anyway so what's the point?"
"Not once she sees your black eye." Takeru replied.
"Which won't form for another five seconds. Ow, damn it!" I mumbled. I had touched it. It hurt.
"Daisuke, you tell Miyako or I'll do it myself." My blond haired counterpart threatened. I shrugged.
"Then I guess you'll have to tell her." Takeru groaned.
"Daisuke, you are impossible."
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Miyako
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"Was he a good kisser?" Amari asked.
"Totally!" I squealed excitedly. Everyone followed suit, creating a sound only dogs could hear.
"Oh my god! I can't believe you are going out with Damori!
How did you guys get hooked up in the first place?" Yuri asked.
"Well," I blinked. "Daisuke introduced us." I said. The others' squealed again, but I thought. I guess I really did owe this to Daisuke… I should go thank him…
"I've got to go girls!" I said.
"Tell us more in class!" one of them exclaimed.
"Gotcha." I replied, and then left to search for Daisuke. Well, it turns out I didn't have to wait long. I found Takeru. And where there's Takeru, there's a Daisuke.
"Takeru, have you seen Daisuke?" I asked.
"Yeah, in fact, that's what I came to talk to you about!" he exclaimed. I frowned.
"What about him?"
"C'mon!" he said, then grabbed my hand and started running. I followed
Eventually we approached Daisuke, who was doing something with his locker. Getting books or returning them or something. I didn't really know.
"Daisuke!" he turned to face us.
"My god Daisuke, what the hell happened to your eye?!" I exclaimed, rushing to him.
"Miyako…" he tried to fight my touch but I didn't let him. God his eye looked…horrible! He winced as I touched the forming bruise.
"What happened?" I asked again.
"Accident." Daisuke piped up.
"Nice try Dai." Takeru said. He then turned to glare at me. "It was the fault of your boy toy." I took a step back, confused.
"You mean, Damori?" I asked. Takeru nodded. I frowned.
"But why would he…?" It didn't make any sense. Takeru snorted.
"Go and see that imperial jerk about it." I knew he meant Damori.
"I will." I replied, a little snottily. But when I turned my back on Takeru, I frowned worriedly. Damori had to have a good reason for this… didn't he?
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"Damori!" I caught up with him in the halls.
"Miyako-san." he replied, smiling warmly.
"Why did you hit Daisuke?" I asked. No sense in beating around the bush.
"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning. I glared.
"You gave him a black eye."
"Oh that." he said, shifting his books. "Well,' he started carefully "He called you some inappropriate names and I felt it was my job to defend you." I blinked.
"What names?" I asked.
"Bitch, slut, player, the list goes on." I blinked again. Daisuke? Call me names? That was just so out of character for him…
but would Damori lie? I felt my resolution stiffen.
Damn that bastard.
"Actually," Damori picked up. "I thought it might be nice to get away from everything for a bit, including him. So I was wondering if you'd like to come up to my cabin for the weekend."
"Really?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah."
"I'll be there!" I exclaimed happily.
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Daisuke
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"Stupid son of a bitch." I muttered, walking down the halls. I was getting too much attention from the black eye. Damn him. Damn him to hell and back.
"I can't believe you!" I heard a voice. I turned around and saw, guess who, Miyako.
"What can't you believe about me? That I'm so good looking?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"How dare you call me a slut!"
"What?" I exclaimed, frowning. "Where the hell would you get that from?"
"Damori told me!" she yelled, getting attention.
"Miyako, don't speak so loud!" I hushed.
"Why?" she said, raising her voice even more. "You don't want people to know you're a chauvinist?" THIS attracted attention. Pretty soon we had a pretty good crowd surrounding us.
"I did not call you a slut!" I yelled, my anger getting the better of me.
"No? Then what did you call me? A whore? A bitch? C'mon Motomiya, fess up!" she yelled. I clenched and unclenched my fist. I wanted to hit her so much.
"I didn't call you anything! Damori is a playing liar who could care less about you and I'm interested to know why you can't seem to get that through your head!" She bit her lower lip.
"You ass! Damori likes me! Are you jealous?"
"What? No way!"
"So are you saying you don't care about me?" she asked. I mentally groaned. How was it that women always managed to twist your words into horrible natures?
"I didn't say that!"
SLAM!
Guess what? Uh huh. I had another black eye.
"Oh yeah. Damori invited me to his cabin for the weekend. You're excused from your slavery from when I leave until when I get back. I'll see you in hell, Motomiya." Miyako then walked away, leaving the crowd staring at me. I groaned.
Could this day get any worse?
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How was that? A little short but not horrible horrible. Aw, it was. Oh well. I tried. I think.
-Lilac
