DISCLAIMER: Taichi and Yamato aren't mine. If they were, I'd, uh, not be spending my time writing fanfiction. *cough* Anyway, Professor Keri, Jill, Lila, Gojio, Kia, Hikaru, Leon, and Kenu are my original characters. If you want to use them in your fics for some obscure reason, you MUST go through me first.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
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ADDED: Okay, judging from the fact that more than half of the people who open this don't go to the next chapter, I'd like to point out that the entire story is NOT told from Keri's PoV. In fact, after this prologue there's almost no focus on her and Jill, and when there is it's pretty short. The rest of the story focuses on Taichi and Yamato as if the whole thing wasn't even a flashback, so at LEAST check out chapter 1! Yeesh...
Wow, my first Digimon fic! ...Why do I suddenly feel like I've entered some sort of horribly evil cult? ^^; I always figured that once I actually wrote one, the Great Question's answer would be revealed to me... the Question that is, "Why the hell are there so many fanfics in the Digimon section? It does not have the greatest following. It does not have the greatest fame. It does not have any more opportunities for fanfiction than the other anime do. Why, then, are people so driven to write Digimon?" But no. It's still a mystery. -_-
My first Digimon fic is a Taito! ^_^ Hehehe, I knew that would happen! Anyway, I tried out the flashback method for the first time, so this is two firsts. It was really a challenge to write (especially the argument scene, since that's kinda... bad, because I had to re-write it ^^;) but it was fun, and I'm really proud of this. It gets so GOOD! *squeal* Well, I think so. The whole damn thing's on crack, but then again, so is Digimon. I'd like to point out that I chose PG-13 for this and not R because I know that people who are mature enough to enjoy shounen-ai/yaoi can, in pattern, usually handle a lot more than the average PG-13-aim. It should really be rated PG-15 or something along those lines... but really, it's nothing you haven't seen. ^_~
Note: For some reason, the parties these guys go to are for all grades. Yeah, I know, that... doesn't really happen. Well, um... let's use our imaginations! ^^;;; Maybe they're club parties... yeah, that's it... *cough*
Enjoy!
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Flood Day
By the Miko
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The storm had raged for a mere ten minutes, but the city streets were already starting to submerge. The rain fell in nothing but sheets, and flood watches had already been activated across the area; a few key streets had already been closed, and others were soon to follow. Booming, rolling thunder could be heard every so often, starting in the distance and then vibrating throughout the city's buildings. The noise had apparently driven the winds completely insane, as they fought with one another and changed directions constantly. It wasn't light out, but wasn't dark either... it was the sort of gray that people write about in stories, the dreary type that drains your energy if you look at it and keeps children from going outside to play.
Cars were scarce, for it was barely afternoon and virtually everyone was already where they needed to be. No more than a few men and women were on the streets; only those who absolutely had to be out would dare emerge in a storm such as this, limiting the usually abundant crowds to merely businessmen and students attending the city college. Umbrellas were of little use due to the changing winds, so those without hooded raincoats took to running from one overhang to another... pausing and dashing, pausing and dashing, trying to get to their next destination with as little drenching as possible.
A woman gasped with relief as she made it to the next overhang. She sighed as she brushed the water off the file she had been holding over her head, and her friend trotted in behind her. It was mentally decided between the two that they needed to rest for a bit.
"I think my students will forgive me if I'm a bit late. They're probably all cramming for the pass-or-fail today," the woman said.
"I always hated those," her friend remembered bitterly as she adjusted her glasses. "You did too, Keri."
She joined in the bitter laughter. "I remember I'd always panic and call you for help the night before."
"I remember too. You didn't even start with 'hello' for those calls... just, 'Jill, I'm going to die!'"
She laughed again, exhausted this time. "I really will die if this rain doesn't stop; it's one more thing that I just don't need. I'm late for my class, I'll be up late grading papers, I'll be hounded by at least 40 students constantly asking 'are our tests graded yet,' I'm PMSing, my clothes are soaked, and I'm about to blow up the whole damn school. Who in their right mind would build a campus with two halves on opposite sides of downtown? The students need at least 15 minutes between bells or there'd be no end to after-hours sessions!"
Jill sighed; Keri always complained a great deal right before she gave out tests, and she'd whined about the school's setup almost every time. "Thank God for the buses running between the buildings, eh?"
"Buses my ass. They make it sound so easy, what with it taking only six minutes. But what good are they if traffic's standstill, or if they close the streets on days like this? I'd like to have the man who designed this college dragged out into the street and shot in the legs."
"Violent, aren't you."
"Well, I'm not in a good mood."
She tilted an eyebrow. "Why not? Aside from the rain, I mean. Are your students flunking?"
She sighed. "No... but it does have something to do with my students. Two of them."
"Oh?" a low chuckle came from Jill's throat. "I see your counseling tendencies haven't left you. You still need to know everything about everyone's problems."
"They're my favorites, that's all."
"Oho?"
Keri rubbed her forehead with one of her hands, proving her worry. "The two have been friends since a pretty early age... they're the type that scuffle a lot, but always come through when it matters, you know? I noticed them on the first day last year, when they ran into each other and just stared. Apparently they'd both dropped out of contact for a while, and they didn't know they'd landed in the same college. Never seen two guys so shocked. Eventually one snapped out of it and hugged the other, and they laughed for a while."
"How Kodiak."
"I needed a toothbrush."
Jill smiled, and Keri continued. "Anyway, they lived through freshman year without too many problems... it's a miracle they managed to see each other at all, considering one's into sports and the other's into music."
"I know how that goes."
"Well, I got to know them both pretty well, since they were always sent to my office to 'work out their differences' when I was campus shrink last year. God, I swear those two got into so many fights... I could almost count on them showing up at least every week, though it was never really anything major. Sometimes they were even being friendly about it, just being too loud not to be reported. Soon they got sick of being caught and stopped fighting just enough to not cause a ruckus. They still dropped by to see me, though."
Jill smiled again. "It always helps to have a good teacher to talk to."
"Hell, it's my duty as one who is sworn to the task of preparing the promising youth of tomorrow for the real world."
"And, you're the youngest professor in the school, and more attractive than most the female student body to boot."
She didn't blush; she was used to Jill teasing her about this, often calling her Girl Indi Jones. "Actually, neither has a crush on me," she said matter-of-factly.
"You're joking."
"Nope. I can tell."
"Well, they must be gay then."
They both laughed, though the laughs were different. Jill eyed her quizzically.
"Keri, what was THAT laugh?"
"...Well, I've just given you an extensive background on the two being good friends, getting into fights that were never really serious, and I'm about to say that everything was going pretty well so far this year. What, perchance, do you think I'm upset about?"
Jill made a face. "They got into a real fight?"
She sighed. "It's all over now, thank God, but... I'm still really worried. One is stuck in my class right now, while the other is..."
She blinked; something came to her. "Oh, shit!"
"What?"
"That's right! Half the classes are cancelled today, and this is his last period! I need to call my class and cancel it... can I borrow your cell?"
"Y... yeah. But, cancel your class? It hasn't even officially started yet," she pointed out as she fished the small phone out of her purse. Keri gratefully snatched it out of her hand and quickly dialed a number in. There was a pause, and then she spoke, the English she had been speaking with her friend switching over to Japanese without skipping a single beat.
"Hello? Hey, this is Professor Irumei. I'm fine... in fact, I was just talking about you. Are you in the classroom? ...Great, tell everyone I'm canceling class, but it's not all free period. You heard me. ...I'll postpone it to next Wednesday. ...Yes, I do realize that's an extra week. ...Look, it's the only thing open, and besides, what are you complaining about when you need some time to make up all that work you missed, not to mention you've got someone to see right now. ...Yes really, I give you permission. ...No, the other students may not leave until they've spent at least half an hour studying. ...No, it's all right. ...Yes... really, it's nothing... heh... ...How about by telling him I hope he knows the American Civil War backwards and inside out by the time he gets back on his feet? ... *smile* you do that. Now hurry up and get a raincoat on, it's hell out here. ...Good luck."
She took the phone away from her ear, and stared at it blankly.
"... um... how do you hang this up?" she asked, in English again.
Jill eyed her. "I'll tell you if you tell me what happened between these two."
Keri blinked at her. "I didn't think you'd be a willing subject to an onslaught of chatter."
"Well, now I'm all curious. Come on, I'm sure you know virtually everything, since you're the only teacher let in on both the girls' AND the boys' gossip chains!"
Keri chuckled; although it was a pain at times, it did help to be younger than the other professors in cases like these, since she was more approachable.
"Fine, fine. I was going to tell you anyway."
Jill smiled, took the beeping cell phone from her friend, and pushed an assortment of buttons to hang it up.
Keri sighed. "Where to begin?"
"How 'bout with their names?"
"Aha." She laughed. "Ishida Yamato and Takahashi Taichi."
"Okay, good start. Now, what was the fight about?"
She sighed. "Apparently, it started when Tai burst into their dorm. A couple of students who were nearby listened in on the louder parts of the fight, so I know the basics."
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Next chapter: Taichi bursts into his and Yamato's dorm... and he's MAD. If you want find out why, keep on! I promise you a (un)healthy dose of angst, drama, and all that good stuff. The epic begins... ^_^
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
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ADDED: Okay, judging from the fact that more than half of the people who open this don't go to the next chapter, I'd like to point out that the entire story is NOT told from Keri's PoV. In fact, after this prologue there's almost no focus on her and Jill, and when there is it's pretty short. The rest of the story focuses on Taichi and Yamato as if the whole thing wasn't even a flashback, so at LEAST check out chapter 1! Yeesh...
Wow, my first Digimon fic! ...Why do I suddenly feel like I've entered some sort of horribly evil cult? ^^; I always figured that once I actually wrote one, the Great Question's answer would be revealed to me... the Question that is, "Why the hell are there so many fanfics in the Digimon section? It does not have the greatest following. It does not have the greatest fame. It does not have any more opportunities for fanfiction than the other anime do. Why, then, are people so driven to write Digimon?" But no. It's still a mystery. -_-
My first Digimon fic is a Taito! ^_^ Hehehe, I knew that would happen! Anyway, I tried out the flashback method for the first time, so this is two firsts. It was really a challenge to write (especially the argument scene, since that's kinda... bad, because I had to re-write it ^^;) but it was fun, and I'm really proud of this. It gets so GOOD! *squeal* Well, I think so. The whole damn thing's on crack, but then again, so is Digimon. I'd like to point out that I chose PG-13 for this and not R because I know that people who are mature enough to enjoy shounen-ai/yaoi can, in pattern, usually handle a lot more than the average PG-13-aim. It should really be rated PG-15 or something along those lines... but really, it's nothing you haven't seen. ^_~
Note: For some reason, the parties these guys go to are for all grades. Yeah, I know, that... doesn't really happen. Well, um... let's use our imaginations! ^^;;; Maybe they're club parties... yeah, that's it... *cough*
Enjoy!
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Flood Day
By the Miko
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The storm had raged for a mere ten minutes, but the city streets were already starting to submerge. The rain fell in nothing but sheets, and flood watches had already been activated across the area; a few key streets had already been closed, and others were soon to follow. Booming, rolling thunder could be heard every so often, starting in the distance and then vibrating throughout the city's buildings. The noise had apparently driven the winds completely insane, as they fought with one another and changed directions constantly. It wasn't light out, but wasn't dark either... it was the sort of gray that people write about in stories, the dreary type that drains your energy if you look at it and keeps children from going outside to play.
Cars were scarce, for it was barely afternoon and virtually everyone was already where they needed to be. No more than a few men and women were on the streets; only those who absolutely had to be out would dare emerge in a storm such as this, limiting the usually abundant crowds to merely businessmen and students attending the city college. Umbrellas were of little use due to the changing winds, so those without hooded raincoats took to running from one overhang to another... pausing and dashing, pausing and dashing, trying to get to their next destination with as little drenching as possible.
A woman gasped with relief as she made it to the next overhang. She sighed as she brushed the water off the file she had been holding over her head, and her friend trotted in behind her. It was mentally decided between the two that they needed to rest for a bit.
"I think my students will forgive me if I'm a bit late. They're probably all cramming for the pass-or-fail today," the woman said.
"I always hated those," her friend remembered bitterly as she adjusted her glasses. "You did too, Keri."
She joined in the bitter laughter. "I remember I'd always panic and call you for help the night before."
"I remember too. You didn't even start with 'hello' for those calls... just, 'Jill, I'm going to die!'"
She laughed again, exhausted this time. "I really will die if this rain doesn't stop; it's one more thing that I just don't need. I'm late for my class, I'll be up late grading papers, I'll be hounded by at least 40 students constantly asking 'are our tests graded yet,' I'm PMSing, my clothes are soaked, and I'm about to blow up the whole damn school. Who in their right mind would build a campus with two halves on opposite sides of downtown? The students need at least 15 minutes between bells or there'd be no end to after-hours sessions!"
Jill sighed; Keri always complained a great deal right before she gave out tests, and she'd whined about the school's setup almost every time. "Thank God for the buses running between the buildings, eh?"
"Buses my ass. They make it sound so easy, what with it taking only six minutes. But what good are they if traffic's standstill, or if they close the streets on days like this? I'd like to have the man who designed this college dragged out into the street and shot in the legs."
"Violent, aren't you."
"Well, I'm not in a good mood."
She tilted an eyebrow. "Why not? Aside from the rain, I mean. Are your students flunking?"
She sighed. "No... but it does have something to do with my students. Two of them."
"Oh?" a low chuckle came from Jill's throat. "I see your counseling tendencies haven't left you. You still need to know everything about everyone's problems."
"They're my favorites, that's all."
"Oho?"
Keri rubbed her forehead with one of her hands, proving her worry. "The two have been friends since a pretty early age... they're the type that scuffle a lot, but always come through when it matters, you know? I noticed them on the first day last year, when they ran into each other and just stared. Apparently they'd both dropped out of contact for a while, and they didn't know they'd landed in the same college. Never seen two guys so shocked. Eventually one snapped out of it and hugged the other, and they laughed for a while."
"How Kodiak."
"I needed a toothbrush."
Jill smiled, and Keri continued. "Anyway, they lived through freshman year without too many problems... it's a miracle they managed to see each other at all, considering one's into sports and the other's into music."
"I know how that goes."
"Well, I got to know them both pretty well, since they were always sent to my office to 'work out their differences' when I was campus shrink last year. God, I swear those two got into so many fights... I could almost count on them showing up at least every week, though it was never really anything major. Sometimes they were even being friendly about it, just being too loud not to be reported. Soon they got sick of being caught and stopped fighting just enough to not cause a ruckus. They still dropped by to see me, though."
Jill smiled again. "It always helps to have a good teacher to talk to."
"Hell, it's my duty as one who is sworn to the task of preparing the promising youth of tomorrow for the real world."
"And, you're the youngest professor in the school, and more attractive than most the female student body to boot."
She didn't blush; she was used to Jill teasing her about this, often calling her Girl Indi Jones. "Actually, neither has a crush on me," she said matter-of-factly.
"You're joking."
"Nope. I can tell."
"Well, they must be gay then."
They both laughed, though the laughs were different. Jill eyed her quizzically.
"Keri, what was THAT laugh?"
"...Well, I've just given you an extensive background on the two being good friends, getting into fights that were never really serious, and I'm about to say that everything was going pretty well so far this year. What, perchance, do you think I'm upset about?"
Jill made a face. "They got into a real fight?"
She sighed. "It's all over now, thank God, but... I'm still really worried. One is stuck in my class right now, while the other is..."
She blinked; something came to her. "Oh, shit!"
"What?"
"That's right! Half the classes are cancelled today, and this is his last period! I need to call my class and cancel it... can I borrow your cell?"
"Y... yeah. But, cancel your class? It hasn't even officially started yet," she pointed out as she fished the small phone out of her purse. Keri gratefully snatched it out of her hand and quickly dialed a number in. There was a pause, and then she spoke, the English she had been speaking with her friend switching over to Japanese without skipping a single beat.
"Hello? Hey, this is Professor Irumei. I'm fine... in fact, I was just talking about you. Are you in the classroom? ...Great, tell everyone I'm canceling class, but it's not all free period. You heard me. ...I'll postpone it to next Wednesday. ...Yes, I do realize that's an extra week. ...Look, it's the only thing open, and besides, what are you complaining about when you need some time to make up all that work you missed, not to mention you've got someone to see right now. ...Yes really, I give you permission. ...No, the other students may not leave until they've spent at least half an hour studying. ...No, it's all right. ...Yes... really, it's nothing... heh... ...How about by telling him I hope he knows the American Civil War backwards and inside out by the time he gets back on his feet? ... *smile* you do that. Now hurry up and get a raincoat on, it's hell out here. ...Good luck."
She took the phone away from her ear, and stared at it blankly.
"... um... how do you hang this up?" she asked, in English again.
Jill eyed her. "I'll tell you if you tell me what happened between these two."
Keri blinked at her. "I didn't think you'd be a willing subject to an onslaught of chatter."
"Well, now I'm all curious. Come on, I'm sure you know virtually everything, since you're the only teacher let in on both the girls' AND the boys' gossip chains!"
Keri chuckled; although it was a pain at times, it did help to be younger than the other professors in cases like these, since she was more approachable.
"Fine, fine. I was going to tell you anyway."
Jill smiled, took the beeping cell phone from her friend, and pushed an assortment of buttons to hang it up.
Keri sighed. "Where to begin?"
"How 'bout with their names?"
"Aha." She laughed. "Ishida Yamato and Takahashi Taichi."
"Okay, good start. Now, what was the fight about?"
She sighed. "Apparently, it started when Tai burst into their dorm. A couple of students who were nearby listened in on the louder parts of the fight, so I know the basics."
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Next chapter: Taichi bursts into his and Yamato's dorm... and he's MAD. If you want find out why, keep on! I promise you a (un)healthy dose of angst, drama, and all that good stuff. The epic begins... ^_^