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: Of course I mentioned you Nine!!! I love your work! *grins* Thanks for your nice review, it really made my day! Anyway. to my flamers, if you're reading this, usually I'd laugh at your pathetic ignorance, but I'm actually in a really bad mood after the embarrassment of being asked if I really had a threesome/really made out with a girl. You know what? I don't care that the digidestined on the show would never behave like this. That's why it's called FANFICTION moron. This is not written seriously, it's fluff. I like the characters the way I write them, promiscuous sluts or otherwise. You don't do drugs. big whoop. So everyone doesn't do drugs, I recant my statement. Next time I'll make sure I put up a flashing neon light saying "Everyone will act OOC because this is a fanfiction.' OK? I'm done.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Duh. *Big Neon Sign Flashes* Therefore expect characters from the show to be OOC okay?!?
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.
Chapter 3:
Thursday, The evilest day of the week. The day of the week that taunts you with the knowledge that the week is almost over, yet YOU have to go to school.
It also just so happens to be the day Miya decided to rock up to school completely stoned.
Not that this is a new thing, no, but Miya's kinda scary when she's high, funny as hell, but kinda scary.
We have Japanese first up, but before we get to the classroom, Miyako decides that we need to detour to the toilets.
The female toilets.
Miyako is surprisingly strong, and somehow manages to drag me into the toilets (against my will might I add!) and instructs me to breathe deeply.
I giggle, and Miya pulls out her pipe, yanks me towards the corner of the toilet block and lights up. We're about to leave when we hear the sound of 'impending doom'. One of the teachers who regularly patrol the school is about to walk in.
Miya pauses to consider which is worse, been caught doing drugs or making out, and roughly throws me against the wall before snogging my face off. The teacher, Kazu-sensei takes one look at us, sighs and says something about not sneaking boyfriends into the toilet.
"It could have been worse," Miya tells me after she leaves, "She could have thought we were lesbians." She giggled, "Like when Matt and Sora snogged in the high school toilets they got this huge lecture about lesbian relationships until Matt informed them that he was a male. They called his dad to confirm it and everything."
I roll my eyes,
"I actually look like a guy Miya."
She grins, "That's debatable."
Three minutes later we've finally managed to smoke the pot, and we wander down to our Japanese Lit class.
We have a relief teacher, which is lucky, because we're too stoned to do any actual work. I notice a bird outside my window and slip out of my seat to name the bird. It really is quite a pretty bird.
Behind me I can hear Miya arguing with Hikari. I think Hikari just tried to take her pen, and Miya's being paranoid. I stand up and bounce over to where Miya and Hika-chan are standing, then without saying a word, grab Kari's face and stare deeply into her eyes.
"What?" Hikari asks nervously pulling away.
I laugh joyfully, "You have the universe in your eyes!"
"What about me?" Miya asks.
I lean over and peer into her eyes, "I can't see it."
"You have the semi-universe in your eyes, Dai." Miya tells me.
"Really?" I laugh happily, "That's so cool." A thought occurs to me, and I look over at my window, "My bird's gone." My bottom lip quivers and I start to sob. loudly. My beautiful bird is GONE.
"Miya, where's my bird?"
T.K. puts a hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry Dai, we'll make missing posters, what's your bird's name?"
This makes me feel even worse, "I. don't. know." I say through my tears.
"What does it look like?" Kari asks.
"It. was white, and beautiful." I say, ignoring the other seagulls, because my bird isn't there.
"Where's my pen?" Miya interrupts, "I want my pen!"
I laugh loudly, and the relief teacher walks to the back of the room to tell us to be quiet.
Miya shushes me, smiling charmingly at the teacher, while Takeru and Hikari shut up.
I can't stop laughing, there's just something utterly hilarious about the situation. The relief teacher looks at me as if I'm crazy, and asks if I need to go outside to settle down.
I stop laughing, paranoia setting in, "Miya. I don't wanna be alone."
I look over at Takeru who's sniffing his liquid paper as if it holds the answers to the universe in it's smell, and Hikari who has been caught up in the hype as well and is bouncing up and down in her chair.
The relief teacher must have left,
I stand up on top of my desk,
"God has spoken to me!"
"What? What did he say?" Miya asks excitedly, her too-big eyes focusing on me.
"I am the prophet, he commands us to go to. the library!"
"We must go!" Hikari says.
I jump off the desk and stride out the door, the other three following me, proclaiming my divinity.
We take the long way around, pointing out oddities in the sky, and shrinking away from any teachers we encounter fearfully.
We reach the library and we start loudly exclaiming over the sex books so that everyone can hear us.
The bell rings and I meet my care-group teacher coming out. I giggle and greet her with a hug, then promptly fall over.
"I can't breathe!" I inform her cheerfully.
"Your hyperventilating." She tells me worriedly, "Just breathe. In then out, okay Daisuke."
I nod and begin breathing in and out in a very weird manner.
Miya suddenly realises what the bell means, "We have to split up. That bell means aloneness."
"Don't worry Miya, I don't have to go to Biology, I'll go to music with you instead." I beam at her, and we walk towards her music class.
~~~
We get to Miya's music class and sit down as quietly as possible, which considering that we're still high and finding everything incredibly amusing we're kind of loud.
"So what are we doing today?" I ask curiously.
The teacher stands up out the front, "Hiroka, Ida and Innoue, I want you and your partners to perform today, make sure you have your music ready."
"Innoue? Is that you Miya-chan?" I ask somewhat stupidly.
Miya giggles, "Ano... I think so..."
We watch as the other two students perform a piece of music with their partners, this performance is the basis for their grade for the year.
Miya presses a piece of paper into my hand, and walks over to the piano to sit down. "We will be performing, 'What if God... Was One of Us." Miya informed the teacher as I followed her to the piano.
Miyako played the intro then nudged me, I looked down at the words on the sheet of paper and tried to sing them, "What if God smoked cannabis..."
We get halfway through the song before we're sent to the principals office for inappropriate actions. Laughing Miya and I amble out of the classroom and head towards the principals office.
The principal isn't in his office, but we're told to wait outside while the door remains temptingly open. We last 5 minutes before we crack.
Miya creeps into the office, and I follow her. She flips through the papers of his desk with a single minded focus that would have done a zen master proud.
"Whatcha looking for?" I ask.
"My report," She replies grinning, "I want to know if Ayashi-sensei failed me so I can change my grade."
I help her look through the papers, discarding any unwanted ones on the floor, nothing!
Miya sighs and plucks a permanent marker out of the cup of pens on his desk, and quickly writes a message for Ayakaishi-sensei.
I read it, a mixture of shock and admiration curling in my belly,
"Kisses are blown, Kisses are wasted, Blowjobs aint blowjobs, Unless their tasted. Sex causes germs, and germs are hated, so fuck me baby, I'm vaccinated."
It's Miya's custom poem, and I give her an incredulous look. She shrugs and gives me an innocent smile. I shrug back and steal the pen, turning to the white table the principal uses for meetings and kneel down to write my own poem.
Miya looks down and reads it aloud over my shoulder,
"Sex and drugs and rock and rave, let's get smashed and misbehave, on speed and weed and little e's, let's get fucked and talk to trees, life's a trip and then you die, so fuck em all and let's get high. Nice one Dai," She congratulates me.
Hastily I pick up all the papers we've thrown off the desk and table and dump them back where they were before dragging Miya back out to the seat where we're supposed to sit while waiting for the principal.
He walks in and sees us there after a minute and blinks in surprise, "Motomiya-kun, what are you doing here?" He asks.
I smile charmingly, "My friend Miyako and I had a disagreement with the music teacher, and she sent us to you so we could discuss our attitude problem."
He sighs, "You know the drill Motomiya, please write an apology."
I nod, giving my patented grin, "Of course sensei... We really didn't mean to upset her."
He smiles, "I know Motomiya, you just have problems. Are you coming to Fei's party..."
I blanch, how does he know about that!?!
"...Next month. It's just a little thing, she just wants to have a few friends round to eat cake and I know she really likes you Motomiya-kun."
I nod wordlessly, I get on really well with Ayakaishi-sensei because his daughter and I dated at one point and we're still close friends, and Ayakaishi worships the ground Fei walks upon.
She's pretty, and very smart, she's also one of the worst behaved students in the whole school. It's not that Ayakaishi-sensei let's her off, but none of the teachers have told him, and when they 'pick on her' he goes totally parental. It's funny to watch.
Suddenly the world spins and my feet slip from under me.
"Daisuke! Are you okay?" Miyako asks worriedly.
I blink in confusion, "My head really hurts, I think I'm really sick," I lie, knowing I'm only coming down.
Miya tries to act concerned, "I'll just take you to the sick room, and get someone to call your parents, we'll do what you said Ayakaishi-sensei, thank you."
Ayakaishi gives me one last worried look before nodding and walking into his office.
Miya guides me to the sick room and collapses in giggles, "I guess I'll stay with you until your 'kaasan gets here."
I grin, "Now just hold the room still for me..."
I smile weakly at my mom when she arrives, "Hey 'kaasan."
She rest a hand on my forehead, "Are you alright honey? Have you taken anything?"
I panic, trying to make sense of her words in my bewildered mind, "Ano... Iie, but we used a lot of liquid paper in Japanese Lit."
She looks at me slightly confused, "I meant did the school give you any medicine. You didn't sniff any of that liquid paper did you?"
I shake my head and moan. She helps me up worriedly,
"Oh my poor baby."
I let her lead me out and give Miya a thumbs up. She grins and winks at me, before taking off, obviously to her own home.
I suppose this gives me an excuse for not being in Biology... They can't tell me off for being sick.
TBC
Authors Notes: Okay, am not mad at my flamers no more. Will not be bitchy. Story is not ONLY about drugs, is also about sex. *laughs* Anyway, it is possible to get high on liquid paper. All Dai's earlier experiences with liquid paper (apart from being sent to the principals office for being in trouble, and making out with the friend I based Miya on in the girls toilets) are mine. *laughs at the irony* I wasn't high when I made out with her - I was drunk.
I'm sorry this took so long but I've been kinda busy, and I just finished my SACE end of year exams a few weeks back. (My year 12 French exams were awful) Anyway, please review - it's my birthday!
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: Of course I mentioned you Nine!!! I love your work! *grins* Thanks for your nice review, it really made my day! Anyway. to my flamers, if you're reading this, usually I'd laugh at your pathetic ignorance, but I'm actually in a really bad mood after the embarrassment of being asked if I really had a threesome/really made out with a girl. You know what? I don't care that the digidestined on the show would never behave like this. That's why it's called FANFICTION moron. This is not written seriously, it's fluff. I like the characters the way I write them, promiscuous sluts or otherwise. You don't do drugs. big whoop. So everyone doesn't do drugs, I recant my statement. Next time I'll make sure I put up a flashing neon light saying "Everyone will act OOC because this is a fanfiction.' OK? I'm done.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Duh. *Big Neon Sign Flashes* Therefore expect characters from the show to be OOC okay?!?
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.
Chapter 3:
Thursday, The evilest day of the week. The day of the week that taunts you with the knowledge that the week is almost over, yet YOU have to go to school.
It also just so happens to be the day Miya decided to rock up to school completely stoned.
Not that this is a new thing, no, but Miya's kinda scary when she's high, funny as hell, but kinda scary.
We have Japanese first up, but before we get to the classroom, Miyako decides that we need to detour to the toilets.
The female toilets.
Miyako is surprisingly strong, and somehow manages to drag me into the toilets (against my will might I add!) and instructs me to breathe deeply.
I giggle, and Miya pulls out her pipe, yanks me towards the corner of the toilet block and lights up. We're about to leave when we hear the sound of 'impending doom'. One of the teachers who regularly patrol the school is about to walk in.
Miya pauses to consider which is worse, been caught doing drugs or making out, and roughly throws me against the wall before snogging my face off. The teacher, Kazu-sensei takes one look at us, sighs and says something about not sneaking boyfriends into the toilet.
"It could have been worse," Miya tells me after she leaves, "She could have thought we were lesbians." She giggled, "Like when Matt and Sora snogged in the high school toilets they got this huge lecture about lesbian relationships until Matt informed them that he was a male. They called his dad to confirm it and everything."
I roll my eyes,
"I actually look like a guy Miya."
She grins, "That's debatable."
Three minutes later we've finally managed to smoke the pot, and we wander down to our Japanese Lit class.
We have a relief teacher, which is lucky, because we're too stoned to do any actual work. I notice a bird outside my window and slip out of my seat to name the bird. It really is quite a pretty bird.
Behind me I can hear Miya arguing with Hikari. I think Hikari just tried to take her pen, and Miya's being paranoid. I stand up and bounce over to where Miya and Hika-chan are standing, then without saying a word, grab Kari's face and stare deeply into her eyes.
"What?" Hikari asks nervously pulling away.
I laugh joyfully, "You have the universe in your eyes!"
"What about me?" Miya asks.
I lean over and peer into her eyes, "I can't see it."
"You have the semi-universe in your eyes, Dai." Miya tells me.
"Really?" I laugh happily, "That's so cool." A thought occurs to me, and I look over at my window, "My bird's gone." My bottom lip quivers and I start to sob. loudly. My beautiful bird is GONE.
"Miya, where's my bird?"
T.K. puts a hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry Dai, we'll make missing posters, what's your bird's name?"
This makes me feel even worse, "I. don't. know." I say through my tears.
"What does it look like?" Kari asks.
"It. was white, and beautiful." I say, ignoring the other seagulls, because my bird isn't there.
"Where's my pen?" Miya interrupts, "I want my pen!"
I laugh loudly, and the relief teacher walks to the back of the room to tell us to be quiet.
Miya shushes me, smiling charmingly at the teacher, while Takeru and Hikari shut up.
I can't stop laughing, there's just something utterly hilarious about the situation. The relief teacher looks at me as if I'm crazy, and asks if I need to go outside to settle down.
I stop laughing, paranoia setting in, "Miya. I don't wanna be alone."
I look over at Takeru who's sniffing his liquid paper as if it holds the answers to the universe in it's smell, and Hikari who has been caught up in the hype as well and is bouncing up and down in her chair.
The relief teacher must have left,
I stand up on top of my desk,
"God has spoken to me!"
"What? What did he say?" Miya asks excitedly, her too-big eyes focusing on me.
"I am the prophet, he commands us to go to. the library!"
"We must go!" Hikari says.
I jump off the desk and stride out the door, the other three following me, proclaiming my divinity.
We take the long way around, pointing out oddities in the sky, and shrinking away from any teachers we encounter fearfully.
We reach the library and we start loudly exclaiming over the sex books so that everyone can hear us.
The bell rings and I meet my care-group teacher coming out. I giggle and greet her with a hug, then promptly fall over.
"I can't breathe!" I inform her cheerfully.
"Your hyperventilating." She tells me worriedly, "Just breathe. In then out, okay Daisuke."
I nod and begin breathing in and out in a very weird manner.
Miya suddenly realises what the bell means, "We have to split up. That bell means aloneness."
"Don't worry Miya, I don't have to go to Biology, I'll go to music with you instead." I beam at her, and we walk towards her music class.
~~~
We get to Miya's music class and sit down as quietly as possible, which considering that we're still high and finding everything incredibly amusing we're kind of loud.
"So what are we doing today?" I ask curiously.
The teacher stands up out the front, "Hiroka, Ida and Innoue, I want you and your partners to perform today, make sure you have your music ready."
"Innoue? Is that you Miya-chan?" I ask somewhat stupidly.
Miya giggles, "Ano... I think so..."
We watch as the other two students perform a piece of music with their partners, this performance is the basis for their grade for the year.
Miya presses a piece of paper into my hand, and walks over to the piano to sit down. "We will be performing, 'What if God... Was One of Us." Miya informed the teacher as I followed her to the piano.
Miyako played the intro then nudged me, I looked down at the words on the sheet of paper and tried to sing them, "What if God smoked cannabis..."
We get halfway through the song before we're sent to the principals office for inappropriate actions. Laughing Miya and I amble out of the classroom and head towards the principals office.
The principal isn't in his office, but we're told to wait outside while the door remains temptingly open. We last 5 minutes before we crack.
Miya creeps into the office, and I follow her. She flips through the papers of his desk with a single minded focus that would have done a zen master proud.
"Whatcha looking for?" I ask.
"My report," She replies grinning, "I want to know if Ayashi-sensei failed me so I can change my grade."
I help her look through the papers, discarding any unwanted ones on the floor, nothing!
Miya sighs and plucks a permanent marker out of the cup of pens on his desk, and quickly writes a message for Ayakaishi-sensei.
I read it, a mixture of shock and admiration curling in my belly,
"Kisses are blown, Kisses are wasted, Blowjobs aint blowjobs, Unless their tasted. Sex causes germs, and germs are hated, so fuck me baby, I'm vaccinated."
It's Miya's custom poem, and I give her an incredulous look. She shrugs and gives me an innocent smile. I shrug back and steal the pen, turning to the white table the principal uses for meetings and kneel down to write my own poem.
Miya looks down and reads it aloud over my shoulder,
"Sex and drugs and rock and rave, let's get smashed and misbehave, on speed and weed and little e's, let's get fucked and talk to trees, life's a trip and then you die, so fuck em all and let's get high. Nice one Dai," She congratulates me.
Hastily I pick up all the papers we've thrown off the desk and table and dump them back where they were before dragging Miya back out to the seat where we're supposed to sit while waiting for the principal.
He walks in and sees us there after a minute and blinks in surprise, "Motomiya-kun, what are you doing here?" He asks.
I smile charmingly, "My friend Miyako and I had a disagreement with the music teacher, and she sent us to you so we could discuss our attitude problem."
He sighs, "You know the drill Motomiya, please write an apology."
I nod, giving my patented grin, "Of course sensei... We really didn't mean to upset her."
He smiles, "I know Motomiya, you just have problems. Are you coming to Fei's party..."
I blanch, how does he know about that!?!
"...Next month. It's just a little thing, she just wants to have a few friends round to eat cake and I know she really likes you Motomiya-kun."
I nod wordlessly, I get on really well with Ayakaishi-sensei because his daughter and I dated at one point and we're still close friends, and Ayakaishi worships the ground Fei walks upon.
She's pretty, and very smart, she's also one of the worst behaved students in the whole school. It's not that Ayakaishi-sensei let's her off, but none of the teachers have told him, and when they 'pick on her' he goes totally parental. It's funny to watch.
Suddenly the world spins and my feet slip from under me.
"Daisuke! Are you okay?" Miyako asks worriedly.
I blink in confusion, "My head really hurts, I think I'm really sick," I lie, knowing I'm only coming down.
Miya tries to act concerned, "I'll just take you to the sick room, and get someone to call your parents, we'll do what you said Ayakaishi-sensei, thank you."
Ayakaishi gives me one last worried look before nodding and walking into his office.
Miya guides me to the sick room and collapses in giggles, "I guess I'll stay with you until your 'kaasan gets here."
I grin, "Now just hold the room still for me..."
I smile weakly at my mom when she arrives, "Hey 'kaasan."
She rest a hand on my forehead, "Are you alright honey? Have you taken anything?"
I panic, trying to make sense of her words in my bewildered mind, "Ano... Iie, but we used a lot of liquid paper in Japanese Lit."
She looks at me slightly confused, "I meant did the school give you any medicine. You didn't sniff any of that liquid paper did you?"
I shake my head and moan. She helps me up worriedly,
"Oh my poor baby."
I let her lead me out and give Miya a thumbs up. She grins and winks at me, before taking off, obviously to her own home.
I suppose this gives me an excuse for not being in Biology... They can't tell me off for being sick.
TBC
Authors Notes: Okay, am not mad at my flamers no more. Will not be bitchy. Story is not ONLY about drugs, is also about sex. *laughs* Anyway, it is possible to get high on liquid paper. All Dai's earlier experiences with liquid paper (apart from being sent to the principals office for being in trouble, and making out with the friend I based Miya on in the girls toilets) are mine. *laughs at the irony* I wasn't high when I made out with her - I was drunk.
I'm sorry this took so long but I've been kinda busy, and I just finished my SACE end of year exams a few weeks back. (My year 12 French exams were awful) Anyway, please review - it's my birthday!