Landing on the carpeted floor of a room, Ken breathed and fell back on his
butt, sitting there to take a momentary breather. Slowly opening his eyes,
he took a glance around at his surroundings, peering through the
overhanging bangs of his hair, he grinned as he felt his silver chain
around his neck. Looking down at himself with his light violet eyes, he
nodded at the noticeably blue shirt and nylon sports pants. With a yawn, he
pulled the rolling chair close and used it to stand up.
Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he spotted the picture of Sam next to the flat screen computer; it looked completely real, which indeed it was. Biting the bottom of his lip, Ken walked towards the door and opened it a crack, looking through the small slit down a hallway of closed doors. Blinking slowly, he opened the door and strolled out onto the glistening wooden floor. Taking a look around, the smell of food filled his nostrils, making him nearly drool.
"Foooooooddd.. Must.. Get.. Foooddd.." He grinned slowly, walking into the kitchen and spotting a note beside the stove. Rising an almost skeptic eyebrow, he calmly walked towards it and gripped it in his hand between the tips of his fingers. Holding it up to the light, he juts the corner of his lip out and peered at the note suspiciously.
"Dear Ken, gone to work early, made you some breakfast, don't worry about the pan honey, I'll clean it up when I get back. Love you, have a good day at school." He read it out to himself, looking down at the stove at his side, the food looked delicious and he was starving enough as it was. Setting the note down on the counter, he grabbed the pan and held it in his hand while looking for a plate or something to put the eggs in.
Curling his fingers around the bowl, he brought it out and set it on the counter, pulling out a pair of chopsticks he grinned at. Dumping the contents of the pan into the bowl, few morsels overflowed and fell onto the counter, creating a mess. "Ehh.. I'll clean it up later.."
Setting the frying pan on the stovetop, Ken grabbed the bowl and made his way to the table, sitting down at the far end to stare out the window. He yawned and rested his head against the bottom of his left palm, gripping the chopsticks in his right hand, he pinched the tips together, a piece of egg held between them. Raising it to his mouth, he congratulated himself on perfect aim and swallowed before taking the next bite.
Becoming overwhelmed with curiosity at random thoughts trickling their way into his mind, he stood up with a devilish grin. Cocking his head to the side, he stared at the wall as the bangs of his hair rolled onto the side of his face, covering half of it. Grinning, Ken walked around the table and headed for Ken's room. "Oi.. Ken's room when I'm Ken.. I think that's either ironic or just.. Stupid.. Hmm.."
Walking into the stuffy room, Ken looked around, squinting at the bright sunlight coming from the glass doors leading out onto a terrace. With a smirk, he walked over and spread open the doors, walking outside to take a look around at the busy streets of Japan. His dark blue hair blowing in the wind, he paid no attention as he spied the little people down below, listening to the noise rising up from the crowded city streets.
"Hmmm.. School is it? Suppose Ken could afford to miss a day.. Being a genius and all.." Ken slowly grinned, leaning against the metal railing of the terrace. Staring into the early morning sky, he swayed slightly to a song he played in his head out of sheer boredom. Turning around and walking back inside, he kept the window open and he walked smoothly over to the closet.
"Now.. The test to see what this kid wears.." Ken grinned wider, grabbing the edge of the closet door and opening it to reveal a plain white button- up shirt, tan colored pants, a triple colored purple sweater, and another button-up shirt. Ken blinked twice before falling back in a fit of laughter.
"Ah-HAH! AHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA LOOKIT THE LITTLE BUTTONS! THE WEE BUTTONS! AHAHAHAHA!" Laughing histerically, Ken collapsed on his knees, leant over slightly with his palms planted on his thighs. Spreading his legs as he sat down on the floor in the middle of the room, Ken recovered and sprawled out across the soft carpet, staring up at the ceiling with a silly grin on his face. "Ohhh...that was funny." Wondering what to do, he thought for a moment, remembering he had to find Daisuke for some ideas or whatever of getting out of this kooky world. "Kook, kook, kook...This kid's stupider than Miyako's future son." The thought of a man actually liking the wretch knocked on his head. "...Ewww."
Bending his knees and sitting up, Ken pressed the palms of his hands onto his knees and slowly stood up, listening to the joints snap and crackle like Rice Krispies. Hopping out of the room, Ken bounced down the hallway to the door, opening it and walking out into the empty hallway, locking the door before leaving.
[D: Ken like Rice Krispies eh? XD Oooh baby, gimme a spoon, ROFL.]
Looking down at the floor as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked calmly down the hall, Ken raised an eyebrow at his sneakers, watching the undone laces skip and swing with each step he took. Thinking of how he would trip on them if he weren't careful, he shrugged and looked up before running down through the building, taking the elevator all the way to the bottom floor.
Strolling easily through the front doors, he walked out onto the sidewalk and passed people on the street, keeping his head low as they pointed and watched him walk past, identifying him as 'Ken Ichijouji, boy genius'. Ken could already tell this was going to be a fun day..
Walking to school, Daisuke met up with Yolei and Cody, he grinned as he walked out in front and listened to them talk back to him as they walked towards their elementary school. Already becoming homesick, he supposed being with the real Digidestined was better than nothing, even if he did have to act stupid and half-witted, though Ken would hint that acting like Davis didn't seem like such a big change for him. Daisuke sighed before turning around and looking at Yolei and Cody with a grin, they were recently arguing over why the sky was blue, Yolei stating that it just was and Cody coming up with a long explanation.
"Heeyy, I bet the sky's blue because of.. Little blue dots. Oh dude! Little smurfs were shot and splattered on it." Daisuke grinned, speaking with squeaky innocence; enough to make the both of them shut up and stare at him with a raised eyebrow. Still grinning he shrugged and turned around, staring up at the sky with his brown eyes, "what? It could happen! Dude, you know how annoying those smurfs get."
"Not as annoying as you." Cody stated.
"Sheesh Davis, I swear you get dumber by the second. Oh look, a minute passed." Yolei smirked, jabbing Daisuke in the shoulder, remaining behind him and walking beside Cody.
Davis felt the shove of a fingertip poke into his shoulder blade harshly, closing one eye for a brief moment as the annoying pressure passed on as Yolei pulled her finger away. He made a big action of turning around and sticking his tongue out at her, blowing a raspberry. "I'm not dumb! You are!"
"What an imaginative comeback, Davis." Yolei smirked, jabbing Daisuke one in the chest as they walked. Looking down at the sidewalk, she noticed a raise in the upcoming flat cement, jutting out of the sidewalk.
As Daisuke kept walking backwards, he never noticed how Yolei looked away and spot something else, or the smirk that crossed her face. He never had the chance as the heel of his shoe slammed into something, as he was about to take a step back. Spreading his arms out, he fell back on the pavement and landed on his backpack. "UH OH!"
A second grunt came from the backpack as Daisuke landed. He stood up right away and slipped the backpack off, pulling out a crushed DemiVeemon who looked more dazed than ever. Huffing, Daisuke raised his head to stare at Yolei angrily, "why didn't you tell me I was going to trip!?"
"Dude, you okay?" Daisuke turned his attention back on DemiVeemon in his hand, the poor little digimon breathed and shook the dizziness away from his small head. "How many fingers am I holding up??" He queried, putting up three fingers with his free hand.
"Eight." DemiVeemon guessed.
"There's only five fingers on one hand!" Daisuke retorted.
Looking at Daisuke, DemiVeemon blinked a few times as the human boy slid in and out of focus before finally becoming clear. Held in Daisuke's grasp gently, DemiVeemon nodded as a smile spread across his small white face. Slipping from Daisuke's hands into the bag, he zipped it up and sat down, quickly awaiting Daisuke to take him to school and drop him off in the computer room.
Sitting in the classroom, Daisuke sighed as he laid his chin on top of his folded hands in boredom. Looking around at the rest of the kids, he raised an eyebrow as he listened to the teacher speak of some strange topic he wasn't exactly paying attention to. Suddenly, he felt something knock into the side of his head and sat up with a quick glance around, spotting T.K. in the next row with a grin on his face.
..So that's how you wanna play it, huh T.K.? Stupid...Gilligan... He grumbled mentally.
As Daisuke bent down to pick up the pencil which bounced off his head and fell to the floor with a clatter, he made sure the teacher wasn't watching before pulling out a chopped pen from the pocket of his snap pants. With a grin, he eyed his weapon he used many times before on Ralph with Ken when they were still back home. Ah, memories.
Ripping off a small piece of paper, Daisuke started sucking on the back of his tongue, producing a wad of mucus from the back of his throat. With a grin, he stuck the piece of paper in his mouth and chewed it between his teeth like a piece of gum. As the teacher turned around the write something on the chalkboard, he raised the hollowed out pen to his lips and twisted his shoulders around so he faced T.K.
With a grin he snapped his fingers and sucked in a breath of air as T.K. looked at him. Blowing the wad of paper through the pen, he snickered and nearly burst out laughing as he watched the sticky piece of paper hit T.K. square in the nose, clinging to the boy's skin like a white pimple ready to burst.
Gotcha..
With a snort, T.K. reached his hand up and brushed the sticky chunk off his nose, peering at it with his sky blue eyes before making a disgusted face and glaring at Daisuke. As he gripped his last pen, he quickly glanced over at the teacher before raising his right hand and flinging the piece of plastic and ink at the back of Daisuke's head- Just as the teacher turned around.
"T.K. TAKAISHI! OFFICE, NOW!" The teacher screamed, pointing her finger towards the classroom door. She glared down at the blonde haired boy, suddenly turning on Daisuke with a raised eyebrow, watching the child snicker. She never did like him, the troublemaker.
"DAVIS MOTOMIYA, OFFICE. OUT! OUT! OUT!" She commanded, the two guilty boys sliding from their seats and walking quietly towards the door, opening it and walking out, the door nearly slamming behind them. The teacher huffed and resumed her teachings.
"..I never did get sent out of class until now." T.K. sighed, walking down the hall with his hands in his pockets, his blonde hair spilled over the top of his forehead and swayed with each step he took, his usual white hat was placed loosely on his head as always. Looking down at the floor, he shooked his head and rolled his eyes after taking a glance at Davis who had a look of satisfaction on his face.
"You know.. I don't see what's so funny about being sent out of class." He muttered, watching Daisuke out of the corner of his eye. Raising an eyebrow at him, he simply blinked and looked back down at the floor as it passed swiftly beneath his feet. For once the goggle head actually let him speak two sentences without cutting in with some lame insult or whatever.
"Well.. That class was sort of boring, and you started it so I have nothing to worry about. So nyah." Daisuke smirked, looking over at T.K. after the boy stared down at the floor without one glance more at him. Raising both his eyebrows in an overdose of arrogance, Daisuke shook his head in a know- it-all fashion.
"Well Mr. I'm King, we'll see who has something to worry about at our basketball one-on-one today after school. If I beat you, I get to take Kari to the dance, and if you beat me- which indeed you won't- you can be our chauffer." T.K. smirked, sliding his right arm past himself and poking Daisuke in the shoulder.
"Hey! Watch it T.E. I'll beat you tonight, then I get Kari. So a bet's a bet. Ha. I'm for sure going to win if I'm fighting for Kari. Just you wait and see. She'll like me being her date more than you anyways! You'll probably still be wearing your boring ass hat, and bore her to hell with all your lame ass...erm...talkings. Bet she'll find the punch more interesting..." Daisuke remarked in his squeaky voice, sounding exactly like Davis would. He smirked as he brushed off his shoulder, taking a sideways glance at T.K.
"Yeah?! Well!...Yo' mama." T.K. narrowed his eyes, not being able to think of any other comeback.
Sitting on top of the Gazimon's head, Kiyoshi opened his eyes and blinked between his small pudgy fingers. Looking around at the metallic insides of a small chamber, he looked around. Pulling his head back, he looked straight up the tower towards the shaft of light; at the very top of the pillar he could see the blue sky and passing clouds.
"Cool!" He cried, his voice echoing all around the two patrons of the hideaway tree. Sliding off the digimon's head, Kiyoshi hopped down onto the ground, his footsteps bouncing their way across the shiny inside.
An angry roar sounded around the tree as others screamed, just outside the Dark Tyrannomon searched for the little brat that called him a big doggy and kicked his poor throbbing toe. With a death grin, he knew he would get extra morsels from the Digimon Emperor for killing off a human child. A chuckle rumbled in his throat.
"Why's this guy chasing you, kid?" Gazimon asked, sitting down against the wall and turning his fuzzy head onto Kiyoshi, still not knowing his name. With a blink, he watched as the child stopped and stared up at the very tip of the hologram tree, looking as if he was distracted.
"..Okay. Where are you from? You with anybody or something?" The viral rookie sighed, reaching over and poking Kiyoshi in the gut with a long black claw, not pressing hard in fear of the sharp point harming him.
"Ah! ..Home. No." Kiyoshi jumped, looking at Gazimon with a blank expression.
"You're a talking bunny." He giggled, walking over and sitting down right in front of Gazimon.
"..No. I'm a Digimon."
"Really? Wow! You're a shtuff aminal?"
Gazimon stared at Kiyoshi with that question. "..Huh?"
"My brother works for Digimon, me too! They're all teddies though. Ooh! You're a talking teddy!" Kiyoshi grinned, leaning closer into Gazimon with an excited smile on his face.
"..I'm not a teddy! I'm a Digimon. Digital Monster! I'm real! Sheesh! ..And you are a Digidestined. Bwah."
"I'm not! I know people who are. You're real? WOW! Is Ken here?"
"No, I don't think so, and YES! I'm real!"
"..'Kay." Kiyoshi yawned, shoving a finger into his nose and just sitting there with a zoned expression on his face and digging for buried treasure.
The real Davis Motomiya groaned as he slid open a left eye, his right temporarily out of commission from last night's brawl with Ken. Remembering that, he grinned as he sat up and looked around the lounge of the Digimon Studios, immediately spotting the cruel Ken. Snickering, he gently touched his right eye tenderly, discovering one hell of a shiner from the punch the girlish looking boy swung.
Man, I didn't know chicks could swing like that.
Turning his head to the side, he shook it gently and yawned. Last night was a doozy, they nearly killed each other till three A.M. before finding their squabbling selves inside this place with comfy chairs and collapsed. He suddenly burst out laughing, stopping and gripping his chest from the stab of pain from sore aching muscles.
"Ooh that one hurt. I got you back though!" Davis grinned, slowly standing up and walking over to Ken who sprawled face down on the long cushiony couch. Jabbing him in the shoulder with a finger, he smirked as the boy made no response, seeming to be out cold still.
"Exhausted you, didn't I, Ichijouji? Hah!" Davis smiled widely, turning around and walking away, pulling out his M&Ms again and munching. Looking around the room, he saw the door and strolled towards it.
"Dude.. It's locked.." He blinked twice slowly, still looking down at his hand on the knob, before realizing what this meant. Suddenly flipping around he slammed his back against the door with wide eyes, palms planted securely to the wood. "AHHHH!! LOCKED IN WITH THE FREAK! HIS GIRLISH TONES AND WOMANLY FEATURES WILL DRIVE US ALL TO THE BRINK OF CALLING 1-800-HELP- ME-I'VE-JUST-LOOKED-AT-KEN. NOOOO!! NO, PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT--" He whipped himself around again, gripping the knob tightly with both hands and jerking it murderously. " He turned around again after no luck with the metal handle. "AHHH!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! IT'S JUST...SO...UGLY!!..." He fell to his knees, then collapsed face first on the carpet floor.
Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he spotted the picture of Sam next to the flat screen computer; it looked completely real, which indeed it was. Biting the bottom of his lip, Ken walked towards the door and opened it a crack, looking through the small slit down a hallway of closed doors. Blinking slowly, he opened the door and strolled out onto the glistening wooden floor. Taking a look around, the smell of food filled his nostrils, making him nearly drool.
"Foooooooddd.. Must.. Get.. Foooddd.." He grinned slowly, walking into the kitchen and spotting a note beside the stove. Rising an almost skeptic eyebrow, he calmly walked towards it and gripped it in his hand between the tips of his fingers. Holding it up to the light, he juts the corner of his lip out and peered at the note suspiciously.
"Dear Ken, gone to work early, made you some breakfast, don't worry about the pan honey, I'll clean it up when I get back. Love you, have a good day at school." He read it out to himself, looking down at the stove at his side, the food looked delicious and he was starving enough as it was. Setting the note down on the counter, he grabbed the pan and held it in his hand while looking for a plate or something to put the eggs in.
Curling his fingers around the bowl, he brought it out and set it on the counter, pulling out a pair of chopsticks he grinned at. Dumping the contents of the pan into the bowl, few morsels overflowed and fell onto the counter, creating a mess. "Ehh.. I'll clean it up later.."
Setting the frying pan on the stovetop, Ken grabbed the bowl and made his way to the table, sitting down at the far end to stare out the window. He yawned and rested his head against the bottom of his left palm, gripping the chopsticks in his right hand, he pinched the tips together, a piece of egg held between them. Raising it to his mouth, he congratulated himself on perfect aim and swallowed before taking the next bite.
Becoming overwhelmed with curiosity at random thoughts trickling their way into his mind, he stood up with a devilish grin. Cocking his head to the side, he stared at the wall as the bangs of his hair rolled onto the side of his face, covering half of it. Grinning, Ken walked around the table and headed for Ken's room. "Oi.. Ken's room when I'm Ken.. I think that's either ironic or just.. Stupid.. Hmm.."
Walking into the stuffy room, Ken looked around, squinting at the bright sunlight coming from the glass doors leading out onto a terrace. With a smirk, he walked over and spread open the doors, walking outside to take a look around at the busy streets of Japan. His dark blue hair blowing in the wind, he paid no attention as he spied the little people down below, listening to the noise rising up from the crowded city streets.
"Hmmm.. School is it? Suppose Ken could afford to miss a day.. Being a genius and all.." Ken slowly grinned, leaning against the metal railing of the terrace. Staring into the early morning sky, he swayed slightly to a song he played in his head out of sheer boredom. Turning around and walking back inside, he kept the window open and he walked smoothly over to the closet.
"Now.. The test to see what this kid wears.." Ken grinned wider, grabbing the edge of the closet door and opening it to reveal a plain white button- up shirt, tan colored pants, a triple colored purple sweater, and another button-up shirt. Ken blinked twice before falling back in a fit of laughter.
"Ah-HAH! AHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA LOOKIT THE LITTLE BUTTONS! THE WEE BUTTONS! AHAHAHAHA!" Laughing histerically, Ken collapsed on his knees, leant over slightly with his palms planted on his thighs. Spreading his legs as he sat down on the floor in the middle of the room, Ken recovered and sprawled out across the soft carpet, staring up at the ceiling with a silly grin on his face. "Ohhh...that was funny." Wondering what to do, he thought for a moment, remembering he had to find Daisuke for some ideas or whatever of getting out of this kooky world. "Kook, kook, kook...This kid's stupider than Miyako's future son." The thought of a man actually liking the wretch knocked on his head. "...Ewww."
Bending his knees and sitting up, Ken pressed the palms of his hands onto his knees and slowly stood up, listening to the joints snap and crackle like Rice Krispies. Hopping out of the room, Ken bounced down the hallway to the door, opening it and walking out into the empty hallway, locking the door before leaving.
[D: Ken like Rice Krispies eh? XD Oooh baby, gimme a spoon, ROFL.]
Looking down at the floor as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked calmly down the hall, Ken raised an eyebrow at his sneakers, watching the undone laces skip and swing with each step he took. Thinking of how he would trip on them if he weren't careful, he shrugged and looked up before running down through the building, taking the elevator all the way to the bottom floor.
Strolling easily through the front doors, he walked out onto the sidewalk and passed people on the street, keeping his head low as they pointed and watched him walk past, identifying him as 'Ken Ichijouji, boy genius'. Ken could already tell this was going to be a fun day..
Walking to school, Daisuke met up with Yolei and Cody, he grinned as he walked out in front and listened to them talk back to him as they walked towards their elementary school. Already becoming homesick, he supposed being with the real Digidestined was better than nothing, even if he did have to act stupid and half-witted, though Ken would hint that acting like Davis didn't seem like such a big change for him. Daisuke sighed before turning around and looking at Yolei and Cody with a grin, they were recently arguing over why the sky was blue, Yolei stating that it just was and Cody coming up with a long explanation.
"Heeyy, I bet the sky's blue because of.. Little blue dots. Oh dude! Little smurfs were shot and splattered on it." Daisuke grinned, speaking with squeaky innocence; enough to make the both of them shut up and stare at him with a raised eyebrow. Still grinning he shrugged and turned around, staring up at the sky with his brown eyes, "what? It could happen! Dude, you know how annoying those smurfs get."
"Not as annoying as you." Cody stated.
"Sheesh Davis, I swear you get dumber by the second. Oh look, a minute passed." Yolei smirked, jabbing Daisuke in the shoulder, remaining behind him and walking beside Cody.
Davis felt the shove of a fingertip poke into his shoulder blade harshly, closing one eye for a brief moment as the annoying pressure passed on as Yolei pulled her finger away. He made a big action of turning around and sticking his tongue out at her, blowing a raspberry. "I'm not dumb! You are!"
"What an imaginative comeback, Davis." Yolei smirked, jabbing Daisuke one in the chest as they walked. Looking down at the sidewalk, she noticed a raise in the upcoming flat cement, jutting out of the sidewalk.
As Daisuke kept walking backwards, he never noticed how Yolei looked away and spot something else, or the smirk that crossed her face. He never had the chance as the heel of his shoe slammed into something, as he was about to take a step back. Spreading his arms out, he fell back on the pavement and landed on his backpack. "UH OH!"
A second grunt came from the backpack as Daisuke landed. He stood up right away and slipped the backpack off, pulling out a crushed DemiVeemon who looked more dazed than ever. Huffing, Daisuke raised his head to stare at Yolei angrily, "why didn't you tell me I was going to trip!?"
"Dude, you okay?" Daisuke turned his attention back on DemiVeemon in his hand, the poor little digimon breathed and shook the dizziness away from his small head. "How many fingers am I holding up??" He queried, putting up three fingers with his free hand.
"Eight." DemiVeemon guessed.
"There's only five fingers on one hand!" Daisuke retorted.
Looking at Daisuke, DemiVeemon blinked a few times as the human boy slid in and out of focus before finally becoming clear. Held in Daisuke's grasp gently, DemiVeemon nodded as a smile spread across his small white face. Slipping from Daisuke's hands into the bag, he zipped it up and sat down, quickly awaiting Daisuke to take him to school and drop him off in the computer room.
Sitting in the classroom, Daisuke sighed as he laid his chin on top of his folded hands in boredom. Looking around at the rest of the kids, he raised an eyebrow as he listened to the teacher speak of some strange topic he wasn't exactly paying attention to. Suddenly, he felt something knock into the side of his head and sat up with a quick glance around, spotting T.K. in the next row with a grin on his face.
..So that's how you wanna play it, huh T.K.? Stupid...Gilligan... He grumbled mentally.
As Daisuke bent down to pick up the pencil which bounced off his head and fell to the floor with a clatter, he made sure the teacher wasn't watching before pulling out a chopped pen from the pocket of his snap pants. With a grin, he eyed his weapon he used many times before on Ralph with Ken when they were still back home. Ah, memories.
Ripping off a small piece of paper, Daisuke started sucking on the back of his tongue, producing a wad of mucus from the back of his throat. With a grin, he stuck the piece of paper in his mouth and chewed it between his teeth like a piece of gum. As the teacher turned around the write something on the chalkboard, he raised the hollowed out pen to his lips and twisted his shoulders around so he faced T.K.
With a grin he snapped his fingers and sucked in a breath of air as T.K. looked at him. Blowing the wad of paper through the pen, he snickered and nearly burst out laughing as he watched the sticky piece of paper hit T.K. square in the nose, clinging to the boy's skin like a white pimple ready to burst.
Gotcha..
With a snort, T.K. reached his hand up and brushed the sticky chunk off his nose, peering at it with his sky blue eyes before making a disgusted face and glaring at Daisuke. As he gripped his last pen, he quickly glanced over at the teacher before raising his right hand and flinging the piece of plastic and ink at the back of Daisuke's head- Just as the teacher turned around.
"T.K. TAKAISHI! OFFICE, NOW!" The teacher screamed, pointing her finger towards the classroom door. She glared down at the blonde haired boy, suddenly turning on Daisuke with a raised eyebrow, watching the child snicker. She never did like him, the troublemaker.
"DAVIS MOTOMIYA, OFFICE. OUT! OUT! OUT!" She commanded, the two guilty boys sliding from their seats and walking quietly towards the door, opening it and walking out, the door nearly slamming behind them. The teacher huffed and resumed her teachings.
"..I never did get sent out of class until now." T.K. sighed, walking down the hall with his hands in his pockets, his blonde hair spilled over the top of his forehead and swayed with each step he took, his usual white hat was placed loosely on his head as always. Looking down at the floor, he shooked his head and rolled his eyes after taking a glance at Davis who had a look of satisfaction on his face.
"You know.. I don't see what's so funny about being sent out of class." He muttered, watching Daisuke out of the corner of his eye. Raising an eyebrow at him, he simply blinked and looked back down at the floor as it passed swiftly beneath his feet. For once the goggle head actually let him speak two sentences without cutting in with some lame insult or whatever.
"Well.. That class was sort of boring, and you started it so I have nothing to worry about. So nyah." Daisuke smirked, looking over at T.K. after the boy stared down at the floor without one glance more at him. Raising both his eyebrows in an overdose of arrogance, Daisuke shook his head in a know- it-all fashion.
"Well Mr. I'm King, we'll see who has something to worry about at our basketball one-on-one today after school. If I beat you, I get to take Kari to the dance, and if you beat me- which indeed you won't- you can be our chauffer." T.K. smirked, sliding his right arm past himself and poking Daisuke in the shoulder.
"Hey! Watch it T.E. I'll beat you tonight, then I get Kari. So a bet's a bet. Ha. I'm for sure going to win if I'm fighting for Kari. Just you wait and see. She'll like me being her date more than you anyways! You'll probably still be wearing your boring ass hat, and bore her to hell with all your lame ass...erm...talkings. Bet she'll find the punch more interesting..." Daisuke remarked in his squeaky voice, sounding exactly like Davis would. He smirked as he brushed off his shoulder, taking a sideways glance at T.K.
"Yeah?! Well!...Yo' mama." T.K. narrowed his eyes, not being able to think of any other comeback.
Sitting on top of the Gazimon's head, Kiyoshi opened his eyes and blinked between his small pudgy fingers. Looking around at the metallic insides of a small chamber, he looked around. Pulling his head back, he looked straight up the tower towards the shaft of light; at the very top of the pillar he could see the blue sky and passing clouds.
"Cool!" He cried, his voice echoing all around the two patrons of the hideaway tree. Sliding off the digimon's head, Kiyoshi hopped down onto the ground, his footsteps bouncing their way across the shiny inside.
An angry roar sounded around the tree as others screamed, just outside the Dark Tyrannomon searched for the little brat that called him a big doggy and kicked his poor throbbing toe. With a death grin, he knew he would get extra morsels from the Digimon Emperor for killing off a human child. A chuckle rumbled in his throat.
"Why's this guy chasing you, kid?" Gazimon asked, sitting down against the wall and turning his fuzzy head onto Kiyoshi, still not knowing his name. With a blink, he watched as the child stopped and stared up at the very tip of the hologram tree, looking as if he was distracted.
"..Okay. Where are you from? You with anybody or something?" The viral rookie sighed, reaching over and poking Kiyoshi in the gut with a long black claw, not pressing hard in fear of the sharp point harming him.
"Ah! ..Home. No." Kiyoshi jumped, looking at Gazimon with a blank expression.
"You're a talking bunny." He giggled, walking over and sitting down right in front of Gazimon.
"..No. I'm a Digimon."
"Really? Wow! You're a shtuff aminal?"
Gazimon stared at Kiyoshi with that question. "..Huh?"
"My brother works for Digimon, me too! They're all teddies though. Ooh! You're a talking teddy!" Kiyoshi grinned, leaning closer into Gazimon with an excited smile on his face.
"..I'm not a teddy! I'm a Digimon. Digital Monster! I'm real! Sheesh! ..And you are a Digidestined. Bwah."
"I'm not! I know people who are. You're real? WOW! Is Ken here?"
"No, I don't think so, and YES! I'm real!"
"..'Kay." Kiyoshi yawned, shoving a finger into his nose and just sitting there with a zoned expression on his face and digging for buried treasure.
The real Davis Motomiya groaned as he slid open a left eye, his right temporarily out of commission from last night's brawl with Ken. Remembering that, he grinned as he sat up and looked around the lounge of the Digimon Studios, immediately spotting the cruel Ken. Snickering, he gently touched his right eye tenderly, discovering one hell of a shiner from the punch the girlish looking boy swung.
Man, I didn't know chicks could swing like that.
Turning his head to the side, he shook it gently and yawned. Last night was a doozy, they nearly killed each other till three A.M. before finding their squabbling selves inside this place with comfy chairs and collapsed. He suddenly burst out laughing, stopping and gripping his chest from the stab of pain from sore aching muscles.
"Ooh that one hurt. I got you back though!" Davis grinned, slowly standing up and walking over to Ken who sprawled face down on the long cushiony couch. Jabbing him in the shoulder with a finger, he smirked as the boy made no response, seeming to be out cold still.
"Exhausted you, didn't I, Ichijouji? Hah!" Davis smiled widely, turning around and walking away, pulling out his M&Ms again and munching. Looking around the room, he saw the door and strolled towards it.
"Dude.. It's locked.." He blinked twice slowly, still looking down at his hand on the knob, before realizing what this meant. Suddenly flipping around he slammed his back against the door with wide eyes, palms planted securely to the wood. "AHHHH!! LOCKED IN WITH THE FREAK! HIS GIRLISH TONES AND WOMANLY FEATURES WILL DRIVE US ALL TO THE BRINK OF CALLING 1-800-HELP- ME-I'VE-JUST-LOOKED-AT-KEN. NOOOO!! NO, PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT--" He whipped himself around again, gripping the knob tightly with both hands and jerking it murderously. " He turned around again after no luck with the metal handle. "AHHH!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! IT'S JUST...SO...UGLY!!..." He fell to his knees, then collapsed face first on the carpet floor.