Sorry for the wait, my muse was taken hostage for a while..... Gomen! (-_-)
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Takeru pulled up to his school and kicked his skateboard up into his hands. He stood and contemplated
his school building for a few moments. Did he really want to go in there? Suddenly his father's words echoed in his
head with savage ferocity, "It's not like you try anymore, is it?" Somewhere a cruel voice inside him murmured, 'Fuck
him, who is he to say that. Too bad that he's right...' He started walking quickly into the school, wondering where that
bitter thought had come from. He went to his locker and shakily tried to open it, but his hands weren't working.
Getting angry, Takeru punched his locker, shouting, "Dammit!" Suddenly two arms wrapped themselves around his
shoulders and started playing with the strings of his hood. Takeru turned in surprise, and tensed when he found out
whose arms they were. "Oh poor Takeru, have you hurt your hand? Here, let me help..." said Maro.
Maro was a girl to be wary of as the entire school knew; she was exceedingly beautiful with long silky
raven hair, pale skin and brown eyes. But everyone knew she had her own interests in mind. She oozed an
almost serpentine attitude with leering eyes and an almost tangible sex appeal. Taking his now bleeding knuckle into
her left hand, she kissed his wound, with a feral gleam to her eyes. Immediately Takeru extricated himself from her
embrace and grabbed his books from his locker. Glaring at her, he queried, "What do you want, Maro?" She
chuckled mirthlessly, before purring, "Well, don't you know? You, silly!"
Takeru stared back at her, eyes wide with surprise before she hugged him again, "By the way," Maro
stated smoothly, "You're late..." Takeru stared at her for a minute before replying, "I don't know what you're up to
Maro, but I don't want you around me, got it?" Saying that, he ran off for his class, unsuccessfully trying to shake off
the morning's happenings. Maro simply followed him with her cold brown eyes as she leaned against his locker.
The door to the classroom opened and a unusually sullen Takeru entered. His Mathematics teacher
glared at him, "Takeru Takaishi! That's the second time you were late this week! What's gotten into you?" Takeru
went to his desk and rested his head in his arms, ignoring his teacher's banter. Hikari looked at him curiously
before turning to Daisuke who spoke quietly with her until Takeru asked to go to the lavatory.
Takeru went to the bathroom and stared into the mirror counting the seconds until... Daisuke burst
through the door, "Takeru? What's up? I mean, your face isn't looking too good, well maybe it would look good to
someone who was into that whole S&M deal but still-" Takeru interrupted, "Its nothing, I just walked into the door
this morning, you know how clumsy I can be." Daisuke frowned at him, he didn't like his answer and it had not
satisfied him but Takeru obviously wasn't saying anything else. "So 'Davis' what are you doing with Hikari this
weekend? Ravaging her..." "Shut up 'T.K.' I hate that name!" The two boys went off to math class laughing and
horsing around.
Meanwhile, Maro closed the compact that she had been using to check herself satisfied that she looked
beautiful. She grinned and said to herself, "He really is beautiful, then he will be the one who will rule the Digital
World with me."
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Takeru pulled up to his school and kicked his skateboard up into his hands. He stood and contemplated
his school building for a few moments. Did he really want to go in there? Suddenly his father's words echoed in his
head with savage ferocity, "It's not like you try anymore, is it?" Somewhere a cruel voice inside him murmured, 'Fuck
him, who is he to say that. Too bad that he's right...' He started walking quickly into the school, wondering where that
bitter thought had come from. He went to his locker and shakily tried to open it, but his hands weren't working.
Getting angry, Takeru punched his locker, shouting, "Dammit!" Suddenly two arms wrapped themselves around his
shoulders and started playing with the strings of his hood. Takeru turned in surprise, and tensed when he found out
whose arms they were. "Oh poor Takeru, have you hurt your hand? Here, let me help..." said Maro.
Maro was a girl to be wary of as the entire school knew; she was exceedingly beautiful with long silky
raven hair, pale skin and brown eyes. But everyone knew she had her own interests in mind. She oozed an
almost serpentine attitude with leering eyes and an almost tangible sex appeal. Taking his now bleeding knuckle into
her left hand, she kissed his wound, with a feral gleam to her eyes. Immediately Takeru extricated himself from her
embrace and grabbed his books from his locker. Glaring at her, he queried, "What do you want, Maro?" She
chuckled mirthlessly, before purring, "Well, don't you know? You, silly!"
Takeru stared back at her, eyes wide with surprise before she hugged him again, "By the way," Maro
stated smoothly, "You're late..." Takeru stared at her for a minute before replying, "I don't know what you're up to
Maro, but I don't want you around me, got it?" Saying that, he ran off for his class, unsuccessfully trying to shake off
the morning's happenings. Maro simply followed him with her cold brown eyes as she leaned against his locker.
The door to the classroom opened and a unusually sullen Takeru entered. His Mathematics teacher
glared at him, "Takeru Takaishi! That's the second time you were late this week! What's gotten into you?" Takeru
went to his desk and rested his head in his arms, ignoring his teacher's banter. Hikari looked at him curiously
before turning to Daisuke who spoke quietly with her until Takeru asked to go to the lavatory.
Takeru went to the bathroom and stared into the mirror counting the seconds until... Daisuke burst
through the door, "Takeru? What's up? I mean, your face isn't looking too good, well maybe it would look good to
someone who was into that whole S&M deal but still-" Takeru interrupted, "Its nothing, I just walked into the door
this morning, you know how clumsy I can be." Daisuke frowned at him, he didn't like his answer and it had not
satisfied him but Takeru obviously wasn't saying anything else. "So 'Davis' what are you doing with Hikari this
weekend? Ravaging her..." "Shut up 'T.K.' I hate that name!" The two boys went off to math class laughing and
horsing around.
Meanwhile, Maro closed the compact that she had been using to check herself satisfied that she looked
beautiful. She grinned and said to herself, "He really is beautiful, then he will be the one who will rule the Digital
World with me."
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