Title: A week in the life of Daisuke Motomiya
Author: FireDemon
Email: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: Fluff, Light Humour, Light Romance
Warnings: Light Shounen-ai, Fluff, Randomness, Very much like my life.
Summary: A week in the life of Daisuke Motomiya. Light Kensuke, Takari hinting, Miyori hints (What?!? Where did that come from ^_~), and lots and lots of fluff.
Authors Notes: I don't know anything about Japanese schooling, so it's mostly based on the Australian education, which is supposedly one of the best in the world. I'd also like to thank my friends for inspiring me to write this.
To Tanya, who actually does act like Miya, To Jacob, who reacted like a fangirl when I admitted to liking Beth. To Nat, who likes Ken's whip(s). And as always to K-chan.
It was Monday. I hate Monday's, always have.
But it was Monday despite my intense loathing for the day, and currently all the digidestined, well, the younger digidestined had gathered in my room.
Every Monday we all troop over to someone's house and crash in his or her bedroom to discuss our pathetically boring lives.
Correction, Takeru, Iori and I discuss our pathetically boring lives. Ken and Hikari discuss schoolwork. And Miyako talks about her sex life.
Miyako had claimed the bed, again. Just how it came to be that she was always on the bed I have no idea, but once Miya had claimed something any attempt to budge her proved futile.
Iori was sitting backwards on my swivel computer chair, much to my distaste as I had wanted the only chair in my room for myself.
Takeru and Hikari were discussing something in low tones over near my leaky beanbag.
I slumped back against my bed lazily playing with Kens hair. He may be my best friend but even I have to admit he needs a haircut.
Ken grinned sleepily and slumped back against me.
"So what'd everyone do on the weekend?" Iori asked, either oblivious to or purposefully ignoring the fact that most of us were falling asleep in my bedroom.
"Slept, played soccer, read manga, and slept some more." I replied lethargically.
"Sleep?" Ken questioned, "You discovered sleep? I was to busy with my physics prac report and writing my English oral to even close my eyes till 2 o'clock Monday morning."
"Aw, poor baby," I grinned at Ken to show I was only teasing, "Shall I kiss it better?"
"Baka." Ken said with a grin, "I hate foreign languages."
"I completely agree," Kari said, apparently having solved T.K's dilemma for him, "Why can't we just write the stupid oral in Japanese?"
"Because the Americans are too lazy to learn Japanese?" Takeru suggested, "By the way can I copy someone's maths assignment? I forgot to do it."
"You can copy mine." Kari said pulling hers out of her bag.
"Thanks. So what'd you do Miya?"
I tipped my head back to look at her.
"Well." She began, "I didn't do anything Friday or Saturday cos kaasan wouldn't let me out of the house. I can't believe she grounded me, I mean seriously, I only had half a gram of speed."
"That's shit Miya. Ken and I missed you at the mall." I growled.
"Yeah, totally. But Saturday night my cousin-"
"-Which one?"
"Neko, she's 15 and she's a Christian. Anyway, she invited me to this youth group party Saturday night," Miyako smirked evilly, "So I went, and fuck was it scary. There were all these little 15 and 16 year olds drinking wine."
"Wine?" Takeru questioned,
"Yep, wine. No saki. No vodka. Just wine." Miyako replied looking horrified at the idea of a party with only one type of alcohol.
"So what happened?" Hikari asked.
"Well, this boy, Beniko - Ben, he's about 15 mind you, comes up to me and tells me about his relationship with God."
I laugh at the mental picture.
"So what happened?" I ask.
"He got really drunk and confessed undying love for me. so I took him into one of the bedrooms and then he told me that he'd never even kissed a girl before."
"You didn't?" Ken asked trying to suppress his giggles.
"Of course I did. I only had one condom in my wallet, contrary to popular belief I'm not a slut and I didn't think I was going to be fucking anyone's brains out that night."
"You slept with a 15 year old Christian?" Hikari asked
Miyako nodded, "Worst sex I ever had. He came when I was putting the condom on, then, when we had sex, he only lasted 25 seconds. So I waited a little while and about 5 minutes later we tried again, same condom mind you, I only had one. He lasted about two and a half minutes. I pretended it was good though. Gave him scratches and everything. Bloody ones too." Miyako looked proud.
"You did the world a service. You made a young boy into a man." I said with a smile.
"Exactly!" Miyako said, "Only."
"What?" Hikari asked suspiciously.
"He thinks we're going out, and I'm head over heels in love with him. How do I break up with him?"
"Give him some more sexual experience then pawn him off onto your cousin." I suggested with a grin.
"Wouldn't work." Miyako sighed, "She's made a pledge of chastity or something."
"He was a virgin right Miya?" Takeru asked, at her nod he shrugged, "Then you should wait for at least two weeks before you dump him."
"Like you'd wait that long!" Miyako accused.
"I did, when Kari and I had sex." Takeru said.
"What?" Miyako yelped, "Why didn't I know you guys had done it?"
"It wasn't a big deal," Kari said, "It was my first time, and I wanted it to be someone who could make it good. So I did it with Takeru."
"Aren't you afraid of getting an STD?" Iori asked, "I mean, do you have any idea where Takeru's been?"
This earned a laugh from the rest of the room, save for Takeru who pounced on Iori and began tickling him, which only served to make the others laugh harder.
"Get off me Takeru! Rape! Rape!" Iori yelled pleadingly, "You lot, get him off me!"
I grinned, listening to Ken laugh. He's one of those people who never laugh, so when they do, it seems like the most precious thing in the world.
Sadly enough I have actually spent countless hours plotting ways to make him smile, especially just before I go to sleep.
And yes I do know how freakishly weird that is.
"Damn," Hikari said as she pulled herself up off the floor, "I have to get home or Okaasan will kill me."
"Yeah, me too." Ken agreed sleepily, slumping even further back against me.
I sigh, "Up you hop Ken. Your 'kaasan will slaughter me if you miss the train again. I'll walk you there. Anyone else want to come?"
"Nah," Takeru said, still sitting squarely on Iori's chest, "I'm already 20 minutes late for basketball practise."
Miyako grinned, "I'll come."
My eyes narrowed, "What have you got planned. You're not going to 'educate' us again are you?"
"Of course not!" Miyako looked indignant at the prospect as she followed us out the door, ".But do either of you know what an angry dragon is?"
~~~
Tuesday, a day of pain for students around the world.
Well okay, not all students, I'm sure there are some lucky people who don't have school on Tuesday.
But for me, Tuesday is a day of unspeakable torture.
It's also the only day Miyako is in morning care group, and consequently, the day she grills me on my non-existent love life.
It's actually rather embarrassing as she has this weird way of making me feel even more inexperienced then I am. She is also obsessed with getting me to admit that I like Ken, which I don't mind you.
I'm really starting to regret my comment on Kens figure. It's not my fault he looks like a girl.
I tuned back into Miya's conversation,
"You know Dai, I think Ken likes you too."
"Did he tell you that?" I asked, my head snapping up.
".Not in so many words, but he's always staring at you. You really should fuck him."
"." I looked at her, not needing to say anything.
"I can tell you're hot for his body, you're digging his groove. You should fuck him"
"I do NOT want to have any kind of sex with Ken" I yelled. Everyone in my care group turned to look at me. I blush and bury my face.
"Not even orally?" Miya looked genuinely confused with the concept that sex was not a prerequisite to a good friendship.
"No, not orally. We are FRIENDS Miyako."
"Oh." There is a slight pause, "I still think you should fuck him."
I sighed, "No Miya." I am actually quite used to her comments, and I'm not that easily fazed, well, not after she stood up a few weeks back in the middle of English class and announced,
'I have a dream,' before proceeding to tell our English class, in great detail, exactly how she planned to ensure that everyone in our friendship circle lost their virginity.
"Okay, so you don't want to at the moment. But there may come a point when you want to know how to give him a blow job. If you want to make it good."
I zoned back out. I know, from past experience, that Miya tends to go into great depth when giving explanations of sexual positions or manoeuvres.
"Miya," I think I'm cutting her off mid sentence, but I'm not really listening to her anyway. "Bell."
~~~
I yawn, sitting up as the bell yet again saves me from the unspeakable torture of school.
I hate maths.
I don't mean I kind of dislike it and would rather play soccer, I mean I hate it. If I could time travel I would travel back in time till I found the person who made maths a required subject for all students, and murder them.
I'm serious.
However, it pales in comparison to physics.
How Ken can stand to go to physics day in day out never ceases to disturb me.
"Lunch time." Miyako says standing and stretching.
Like me she picked the dumb peoples maths.
Unlike me she actually has a brain.
"Did you do any work that lesson?" I ask.
"Nope," She answers with a grin.
"You are so slack."
"S'why you love me." She replies with smirking almost smugly.
~~~
Lunchtime is my favourite time of the day.
I flop down on the benches that belong to our group.
I sound so possessive, but in our school you have to be.
We've kicked more then one person out to secure our seats. Having seats is a very important thing.
Ken sits down on the seat next to me and I grin at him,
"Hey."
"I hate physics," He tells me blandly.
I laugh at him and Miyako ignores him.
"Hey, what do you guys want to get Iori for his birthday?"
It's going to be Iori's birthday next week, and we've been planning his party for ages.
"Erm, well I was thinking that thing you said before would be good."
"I dunno. Don't you think it's a little. extreme?" Ken asks
"No!" Miyako defends, "Iori's still a virgin. I'll be doing the world a favour." I laugh.
"I'll buy the handcuffs with my lunch-money next week. You can administer the blow-job, kay Miya?"
"Sounds cool to me. Take-chan can buy us the alcohol."
"But no one breathes a word of this to Iori - somehow I don't think he'd appreciate this unless he was completely off his face."
Ken shook his head.
"You two are EVIL."
"We're just. looking out for the interests of the universe," I defend.
Takeru and Hikari arrive, still arguing vehemently. Looked like Hikari hadn't solved his problem last night.
"So what's up you two?" I ask
"Takeru thinks," Hikari began angrily, "that Hospitality is a better subject then Music!"
"What?" Miyako stares at him, scandalised, "Music is totally the better subject!"
"Miya. you're failing music," I point out.
"How is that possible?" Hikari asks, "All you have to do is rock up and."
"Case in point," I say with a grin, "Plus Ayami-sensei hates her."
"She doesn't hate me! Nobody hates me. She just. dislikes me intensely. there's a difference."
"Of course." I agree glibly, "Can I have a chip T.Y.?"
"It's T.K. or Takeru. Not T.Y."
"Ken-chan." I whine, accepting the chip, "T.L.'s being mean to me."
"Poke him for me will you Ken?"
Ken pokes me.
"You're so heartless." I whine.
"That makes for a great relationship," Miyako says happily, "What do you say Ken. Wanna fuck Dais? I bet he's a tiger in bed!"
I pull away from Ken and glare at Miyako.
"Ken doesn't lean that way Miya, so just shut up about it!"
Kens cheeks turn a little pink at this comment.
"Exactly. Dai-chan digs girls, so the chances of him and me hooking up are non-existent."
"Thanks," I whisper and squeeze his hand. He squeezes back and things are cool between us again.
They'd be even better if Miyako didn't keep insisting we needed to have rampant animal sex 'neath the stars.
"Have we got Japanese next?" I ask, I'm always with at least one other person from our group in all my classes, we all made sure of that, hence Kari's reason for taking English.
"Yep," Kari nods, "By the way, where's Iori?"
"I'm here!" Iori says grumpily, "I would have been here earlier if you lot hadn't insisted I needed to buy everyone's lunch."
"Thanks Iori!" I grin and bite into my pie.
Ken looks mournfully down at his cheese and vegemite sandwich.
"This is so foul. I can't believe my mom insists I eat this crap!"
I grin and offer him some of my pie,
"I can't believe your mom thinks you like it!"
"I know. Just because we trade with Australia doesn't mean we want to eat their disgusting sandwich spread."
"Do you think the Australians actually eat it?" I question the group, all of whom had tasted the foul spread at some point.
"Eeew, I hope not!" Kari says.
"Maybe." Iori muses, "Although I must say, it's enough to cure you of eating spread out of the jar."
"What's wrong with it?" Takeru asks innocently. We all pelt him with various objects; pencils, erasers, and in Ken's case the unwanted sandwich.
"You should just go live in Sydney you. you wanna-be Australian!" I yell, "Lest you taint us with your unnatural desires."
Miyako laughs,
"Too late, you and Ken already."
I launch myself at her and try to strangle her, "I meant his desire for vegemite!!!"
The bell goes saving Miya from imminent death, and the group separates, all of us heading towards our various lessons.
"I still hate Maths," I inform Miyako.
She laughs.
End Chapter 1.
Authors Notes: Well, I wanted to write something cute and fluffy. I'm actually Australian so all comments about vegemite and Australians having bad taste were. um. unpatriotic? I hate it, and think it's foul, but I think T.K.'s queer enough to like it, plus I can see Kens mother having liked it if she got some in Australia. No other country will buy our foul breakfast spread, but we do trade with Japan so.
Anyway, it's probably very inaccurate, but it's just supposed to be humorous fluff, I don't know that it is, but it is fun to write so.
Review if you liked it. After all the twisted and angsty stuff I've been turning out lately I'm actually quite proud of this.
Author: FireDemon
Email: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: PG13
Category: Fluff, Light Humour, Light Romance
Warnings: Light Shounen-ai, Fluff, Randomness, Very much like my life.
Summary: A week in the life of Daisuke Motomiya. Light Kensuke, Takari hinting, Miyori hints (What?!? Where did that come from ^_~), and lots and lots of fluff.
Authors Notes: I don't know anything about Japanese schooling, so it's mostly based on the Australian education, which is supposedly one of the best in the world. I'd also like to thank my friends for inspiring me to write this.
To Tanya, who actually does act like Miya, To Jacob, who reacted like a fangirl when I admitted to liking Beth. To Nat, who likes Ken's whip(s). And as always to K-chan.
It was Monday. I hate Monday's, always have.
But it was Monday despite my intense loathing for the day, and currently all the digidestined, well, the younger digidestined had gathered in my room.
Every Monday we all troop over to someone's house and crash in his or her bedroom to discuss our pathetically boring lives.
Correction, Takeru, Iori and I discuss our pathetically boring lives. Ken and Hikari discuss schoolwork. And Miyako talks about her sex life.
Miyako had claimed the bed, again. Just how it came to be that she was always on the bed I have no idea, but once Miya had claimed something any attempt to budge her proved futile.
Iori was sitting backwards on my swivel computer chair, much to my distaste as I had wanted the only chair in my room for myself.
Takeru and Hikari were discussing something in low tones over near my leaky beanbag.
I slumped back against my bed lazily playing with Kens hair. He may be my best friend but even I have to admit he needs a haircut.
Ken grinned sleepily and slumped back against me.
"So what'd everyone do on the weekend?" Iori asked, either oblivious to or purposefully ignoring the fact that most of us were falling asleep in my bedroom.
"Slept, played soccer, read manga, and slept some more." I replied lethargically.
"Sleep?" Ken questioned, "You discovered sleep? I was to busy with my physics prac report and writing my English oral to even close my eyes till 2 o'clock Monday morning."
"Aw, poor baby," I grinned at Ken to show I was only teasing, "Shall I kiss it better?"
"Baka." Ken said with a grin, "I hate foreign languages."
"I completely agree," Kari said, apparently having solved T.K's dilemma for him, "Why can't we just write the stupid oral in Japanese?"
"Because the Americans are too lazy to learn Japanese?" Takeru suggested, "By the way can I copy someone's maths assignment? I forgot to do it."
"You can copy mine." Kari said pulling hers out of her bag.
"Thanks. So what'd you do Miya?"
I tipped my head back to look at her.
"Well." She began, "I didn't do anything Friday or Saturday cos kaasan wouldn't let me out of the house. I can't believe she grounded me, I mean seriously, I only had half a gram of speed."
"That's shit Miya. Ken and I missed you at the mall." I growled.
"Yeah, totally. But Saturday night my cousin-"
"-Which one?"
"Neko, she's 15 and she's a Christian. Anyway, she invited me to this youth group party Saturday night," Miyako smirked evilly, "So I went, and fuck was it scary. There were all these little 15 and 16 year olds drinking wine."
"Wine?" Takeru questioned,
"Yep, wine. No saki. No vodka. Just wine." Miyako replied looking horrified at the idea of a party with only one type of alcohol.
"So what happened?" Hikari asked.
"Well, this boy, Beniko - Ben, he's about 15 mind you, comes up to me and tells me about his relationship with God."
I laugh at the mental picture.
"So what happened?" I ask.
"He got really drunk and confessed undying love for me. so I took him into one of the bedrooms and then he told me that he'd never even kissed a girl before."
"You didn't?" Ken asked trying to suppress his giggles.
"Of course I did. I only had one condom in my wallet, contrary to popular belief I'm not a slut and I didn't think I was going to be fucking anyone's brains out that night."
"You slept with a 15 year old Christian?" Hikari asked
Miyako nodded, "Worst sex I ever had. He came when I was putting the condom on, then, when we had sex, he only lasted 25 seconds. So I waited a little while and about 5 minutes later we tried again, same condom mind you, I only had one. He lasted about two and a half minutes. I pretended it was good though. Gave him scratches and everything. Bloody ones too." Miyako looked proud.
"You did the world a service. You made a young boy into a man." I said with a smile.
"Exactly!" Miyako said, "Only."
"What?" Hikari asked suspiciously.
"He thinks we're going out, and I'm head over heels in love with him. How do I break up with him?"
"Give him some more sexual experience then pawn him off onto your cousin." I suggested with a grin.
"Wouldn't work." Miyako sighed, "She's made a pledge of chastity or something."
"He was a virgin right Miya?" Takeru asked, at her nod he shrugged, "Then you should wait for at least two weeks before you dump him."
"Like you'd wait that long!" Miyako accused.
"I did, when Kari and I had sex." Takeru said.
"What?" Miyako yelped, "Why didn't I know you guys had done it?"
"It wasn't a big deal," Kari said, "It was my first time, and I wanted it to be someone who could make it good. So I did it with Takeru."
"Aren't you afraid of getting an STD?" Iori asked, "I mean, do you have any idea where Takeru's been?"
This earned a laugh from the rest of the room, save for Takeru who pounced on Iori and began tickling him, which only served to make the others laugh harder.
"Get off me Takeru! Rape! Rape!" Iori yelled pleadingly, "You lot, get him off me!"
I grinned, listening to Ken laugh. He's one of those people who never laugh, so when they do, it seems like the most precious thing in the world.
Sadly enough I have actually spent countless hours plotting ways to make him smile, especially just before I go to sleep.
And yes I do know how freakishly weird that is.
"Damn," Hikari said as she pulled herself up off the floor, "I have to get home or Okaasan will kill me."
"Yeah, me too." Ken agreed sleepily, slumping even further back against me.
I sigh, "Up you hop Ken. Your 'kaasan will slaughter me if you miss the train again. I'll walk you there. Anyone else want to come?"
"Nah," Takeru said, still sitting squarely on Iori's chest, "I'm already 20 minutes late for basketball practise."
Miyako grinned, "I'll come."
My eyes narrowed, "What have you got planned. You're not going to 'educate' us again are you?"
"Of course not!" Miyako looked indignant at the prospect as she followed us out the door, ".But do either of you know what an angry dragon is?"
~~~
Tuesday, a day of pain for students around the world.
Well okay, not all students, I'm sure there are some lucky people who don't have school on Tuesday.
But for me, Tuesday is a day of unspeakable torture.
It's also the only day Miyako is in morning care group, and consequently, the day she grills me on my non-existent love life.
It's actually rather embarrassing as she has this weird way of making me feel even more inexperienced then I am. She is also obsessed with getting me to admit that I like Ken, which I don't mind you.
I'm really starting to regret my comment on Kens figure. It's not my fault he looks like a girl.
I tuned back into Miya's conversation,
"You know Dai, I think Ken likes you too."
"Did he tell you that?" I asked, my head snapping up.
".Not in so many words, but he's always staring at you. You really should fuck him."
"." I looked at her, not needing to say anything.
"I can tell you're hot for his body, you're digging his groove. You should fuck him"
"I do NOT want to have any kind of sex with Ken" I yelled. Everyone in my care group turned to look at me. I blush and bury my face.
"Not even orally?" Miya looked genuinely confused with the concept that sex was not a prerequisite to a good friendship.
"No, not orally. We are FRIENDS Miyako."
"Oh." There is a slight pause, "I still think you should fuck him."
I sighed, "No Miya." I am actually quite used to her comments, and I'm not that easily fazed, well, not after she stood up a few weeks back in the middle of English class and announced,
'I have a dream,' before proceeding to tell our English class, in great detail, exactly how she planned to ensure that everyone in our friendship circle lost their virginity.
"Okay, so you don't want to at the moment. But there may come a point when you want to know how to give him a blow job. If you want to make it good."
I zoned back out. I know, from past experience, that Miya tends to go into great depth when giving explanations of sexual positions or manoeuvres.
"Miya," I think I'm cutting her off mid sentence, but I'm not really listening to her anyway. "Bell."
~~~
I yawn, sitting up as the bell yet again saves me from the unspeakable torture of school.
I hate maths.
I don't mean I kind of dislike it and would rather play soccer, I mean I hate it. If I could time travel I would travel back in time till I found the person who made maths a required subject for all students, and murder them.
I'm serious.
However, it pales in comparison to physics.
How Ken can stand to go to physics day in day out never ceases to disturb me.
"Lunch time." Miyako says standing and stretching.
Like me she picked the dumb peoples maths.
Unlike me she actually has a brain.
"Did you do any work that lesson?" I ask.
"Nope," She answers with a grin.
"You are so slack."
"S'why you love me." She replies with smirking almost smugly.
~~~
Lunchtime is my favourite time of the day.
I flop down on the benches that belong to our group.
I sound so possessive, but in our school you have to be.
We've kicked more then one person out to secure our seats. Having seats is a very important thing.
Ken sits down on the seat next to me and I grin at him,
"Hey."
"I hate physics," He tells me blandly.
I laugh at him and Miyako ignores him.
"Hey, what do you guys want to get Iori for his birthday?"
It's going to be Iori's birthday next week, and we've been planning his party for ages.
"Erm, well I was thinking that thing you said before would be good."
"I dunno. Don't you think it's a little. extreme?" Ken asks
"No!" Miyako defends, "Iori's still a virgin. I'll be doing the world a favour." I laugh.
"I'll buy the handcuffs with my lunch-money next week. You can administer the blow-job, kay Miya?"
"Sounds cool to me. Take-chan can buy us the alcohol."
"But no one breathes a word of this to Iori - somehow I don't think he'd appreciate this unless he was completely off his face."
Ken shook his head.
"You two are EVIL."
"We're just. looking out for the interests of the universe," I defend.
Takeru and Hikari arrive, still arguing vehemently. Looked like Hikari hadn't solved his problem last night.
"So what's up you two?" I ask
"Takeru thinks," Hikari began angrily, "that Hospitality is a better subject then Music!"
"What?" Miyako stares at him, scandalised, "Music is totally the better subject!"
"Miya. you're failing music," I point out.
"How is that possible?" Hikari asks, "All you have to do is rock up and."
"Case in point," I say with a grin, "Plus Ayami-sensei hates her."
"She doesn't hate me! Nobody hates me. She just. dislikes me intensely. there's a difference."
"Of course." I agree glibly, "Can I have a chip T.Y.?"
"It's T.K. or Takeru. Not T.Y."
"Ken-chan." I whine, accepting the chip, "T.L.'s being mean to me."
"Poke him for me will you Ken?"
Ken pokes me.
"You're so heartless." I whine.
"That makes for a great relationship," Miyako says happily, "What do you say Ken. Wanna fuck Dais? I bet he's a tiger in bed!"
I pull away from Ken and glare at Miyako.
"Ken doesn't lean that way Miya, so just shut up about it!"
Kens cheeks turn a little pink at this comment.
"Exactly. Dai-chan digs girls, so the chances of him and me hooking up are non-existent."
"Thanks," I whisper and squeeze his hand. He squeezes back and things are cool between us again.
They'd be even better if Miyako didn't keep insisting we needed to have rampant animal sex 'neath the stars.
"Have we got Japanese next?" I ask, I'm always with at least one other person from our group in all my classes, we all made sure of that, hence Kari's reason for taking English.
"Yep," Kari nods, "By the way, where's Iori?"
"I'm here!" Iori says grumpily, "I would have been here earlier if you lot hadn't insisted I needed to buy everyone's lunch."
"Thanks Iori!" I grin and bite into my pie.
Ken looks mournfully down at his cheese and vegemite sandwich.
"This is so foul. I can't believe my mom insists I eat this crap!"
I grin and offer him some of my pie,
"I can't believe your mom thinks you like it!"
"I know. Just because we trade with Australia doesn't mean we want to eat their disgusting sandwich spread."
"Do you think the Australians actually eat it?" I question the group, all of whom had tasted the foul spread at some point.
"Eeew, I hope not!" Kari says.
"Maybe." Iori muses, "Although I must say, it's enough to cure you of eating spread out of the jar."
"What's wrong with it?" Takeru asks innocently. We all pelt him with various objects; pencils, erasers, and in Ken's case the unwanted sandwich.
"You should just go live in Sydney you. you wanna-be Australian!" I yell, "Lest you taint us with your unnatural desires."
Miyako laughs,
"Too late, you and Ken already."
I launch myself at her and try to strangle her, "I meant his desire for vegemite!!!"
The bell goes saving Miya from imminent death, and the group separates, all of us heading towards our various lessons.
"I still hate Maths," I inform Miyako.
She laughs.
End Chapter 1.
Authors Notes: Well, I wanted to write something cute and fluffy. I'm actually Australian so all comments about vegemite and Australians having bad taste were. um. unpatriotic? I hate it, and think it's foul, but I think T.K.'s queer enough to like it, plus I can see Kens mother having liked it if she got some in Australia. No other country will buy our foul breakfast spread, but we do trade with Japan so.
Anyway, it's probably very inaccurate, but it's just supposed to be humorous fluff, I don't know that it is, but it is fun to write so.
Review if you liked it. After all the twisted and angsty stuff I've been turning out lately I'm actually quite proud of this.