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Chapter 2 Notes:
W00T! I got my first reviews! And with such a crappy fic too. -_- Oh, well, at least I won't have much to live up to. It's September 17th, my fourteenth birthday, and I still feel like I'm still writing like a twelve-year-old or something. 'Cause I am. No offense to twelve-year-olds; I know a heck of a lot of 'em who write waaaay better than I could ever dream. O_O I liked being twelve.
Most of this chapter is conversation! I really didn't notice that I was doing it, until I checked it over. Don't get mad at me~! ~_~
Anyway, I'm sorry if it seems that I really can't form a sentence, or a fanfiction for that matter. I usually would write Tekedai fics(Takeru seme), not Daikeru, but I couldn't -(rather: can't)--picture TK as a stripper...but if you want to, I'd love to read any stories if you want to make Takeru the stripper...prove me wrong. ^_^ Everyone does anyway, and we all make mistakes. Luff you guys!
Leanne-Oh, m' gosh! My first review ever! Thanks so berry, berry much. I'm hoping to make this chapter at least a little longer. ^-^ And, thanks, my birthday's goin' well so far...
Kuraimakkusu-I will keep on writing, 'cause you told me to. ::big grin:: You really like the plot? Will you help me find it, then? Please? Thanks so much! I'm glad I made you laugh.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Digimon, or Takeru and Daisuke. Even Crayola desn't belong to poor Junior High students. It's a whole 'nother story if you want to pretend it does... XD Ke-kek.
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"Takeru! You lazy boy! With all your smarts, that air-conditioner should be fixed, and making these drinks into alcoholic slushies by now! Where are my slushies? I want my slushies!"
"All those people weren't paying for slushies, 'Kari."
"Huh. I bet this kiddo here doesn't have the slightest clue how to fix AC." Daisuke proclaimed, setting his hip against the frame of the door, and watching the two. The blond, who had been there one week, 6 days, and counting, had already found out, parallel to each other, much of his duties,
And which ones he could get away with skipping out on.
"Book smart, street stupid, I say. It goes one direction or the other. That's always the way." He smirked at Takeru.
Look at that face! What fun to tease!
"Un-chivalrous cur."
"Procrastinating Sacred."
"Am not a Sacred!"
"Ugh," Kari pushed the redhead's bare forehead. "He's not a sacred. Now leave the kid alone, or I'll tell him that you keep a book of insults under your pillow."
"He does what now?"
Daisuke glowered into a pout, and moved his arms to cross, to keep up with his current state of mind. "Now that's just playing unfair." She shrugged effortlessly. "Oh, but aren't you the one who has said 'Life isn't fair'? Or, would you prefer when you said, 'All's fair in love and war'?"
"Bah."
"Bah, indeed."
She grabbed an armful of the beverage menus, and moved to get away. "Now you two help me clean up! I'm dyeing of heat, and don't think about doubting that I have more secrets on both of you! I can't do this all by myself."
"Can't, or won't?"
"She doesn't really have anything on me. Does she?" Takeru voice wavered, pitifully in between a cough. "Like she said, don't doubt it."
Takeru sighed. "I've only been here one damn week! I couldn't have done anything wrong yet!"
"Two weeks."
"So you've been counting. Whatever."
"And back on track," Daisuke smirked at the blond, his lip pulled slightly, showing off his I tooth. "I bet you really don't know how to fix AC. This place has been smoldering all day." Takeru certainly couldn't disagree, as sweat was trickling down his irritated cheeks as Daisuke spoke. The redhead listened to the other's silence, satisfied, while trying to flex his back at his shoulder blades.
"Oh, you're lovely, but you have yet so much to learn...--And jeez! It has to be like a million kajillion(1) degrees in here! Kari may be dyeing, but I'm dead already!"
"You seem plenty lively to me." Takeru quirked an eyebrow at the older boy.
"No, I'm dead, I tell you!" He flailed his arms dramatically in the air. "I just give the affect that I'm alive. But, you'll see, you'll all see, once you are all going in mourning! Gee, I wonder if you'd look good in black. I know Kari doesn't. She looks better in maroon. I wonder if I can make it in my Last Will that Kari gets all my maroon clothes...hm..."
"You can't do that, remember? You are already dead."
"Oh, yes! Very dead! Ohhhhhh..." Daisuke groaned as if in a great deal of pain.
"Absolutely moronic."
"Hey, don't go wasting your big words on him. Little Daisuke-Chan hasn't gotten up to adjectives on his School-House Rock video tapes yet..."
"Kari! Well, that was low...! ...I'm already up to adverbs!"
"And that saved your dignity...how?" Takeru asked.
"Likely, in ways you'll never know, considering Daisuke's standards."
"Wow! It's Knock On Daisuke Day again! It seemed like that was only yesterday..." Kari and Takeru exchanged their separate looks. "But every day is Knock on Daisuke Day!" Kari exclaimed, setting about to wrapping her arms around the strippers thin middle. "So, don't be a sore sport, on us!"
"Oh, bah, just bah."
"Put together, I want you both to work on that AC, if you're not going to work otherwise. Hop to it!"
"Yes, Kari. Miss-Big-Bag-Woman." The both muttered.
"But you all will be sad when I'm over-worked to my last, and die."
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End Chapter notes: Okay, so that was shorter than before. I'm sorry! Really! Honto ni honto. My father and his fiance, my step sister, step brother, and Cort-A-Ney just left, and I didn't have much time to write this! I still have loads of homework. Wee~.
1-Have you ever said that before? I can't say that I haven't...So what if it's incorrect? It rhymes. ^_^
Please review! Even if you hate me. I really don't know where I'm going with this, plot-wise, at all.
Chapter 2 Notes:
W00T! I got my first reviews! And with such a crappy fic too. -_- Oh, well, at least I won't have much to live up to. It's September 17th, my fourteenth birthday, and I still feel like I'm still writing like a twelve-year-old or something. 'Cause I am. No offense to twelve-year-olds; I know a heck of a lot of 'em who write waaaay better than I could ever dream. O_O I liked being twelve.
Most of this chapter is conversation! I really didn't notice that I was doing it, until I checked it over. Don't get mad at me~! ~_~
Anyway, I'm sorry if it seems that I really can't form a sentence, or a fanfiction for that matter. I usually would write Tekedai fics(Takeru seme), not Daikeru, but I couldn't -(rather: can't)--picture TK as a stripper...but if you want to, I'd love to read any stories if you want to make Takeru the stripper...prove me wrong. ^_^ Everyone does anyway, and we all make mistakes. Luff you guys!
Leanne-Oh, m' gosh! My first review ever! Thanks so berry, berry much. I'm hoping to make this chapter at least a little longer. ^-^ And, thanks, my birthday's goin' well so far...
Kuraimakkusu-I will keep on writing, 'cause you told me to. ::big grin:: You really like the plot? Will you help me find it, then? Please? Thanks so much! I'm glad I made you laugh.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Digimon, or Takeru and Daisuke. Even Crayola desn't belong to poor Junior High students. It's a whole 'nother story if you want to pretend it does... XD Ke-kek.
~*~
"Takeru! You lazy boy! With all your smarts, that air-conditioner should be fixed, and making these drinks into alcoholic slushies by now! Where are my slushies? I want my slushies!"
"All those people weren't paying for slushies, 'Kari."
"Huh. I bet this kiddo here doesn't have the slightest clue how to fix AC." Daisuke proclaimed, setting his hip against the frame of the door, and watching the two. The blond, who had been there one week, 6 days, and counting, had already found out, parallel to each other, much of his duties,
And which ones he could get away with skipping out on.
"Book smart, street stupid, I say. It goes one direction or the other. That's always the way." He smirked at Takeru.
Look at that face! What fun to tease!
"Un-chivalrous cur."
"Procrastinating Sacred."
"Am not a Sacred!"
"Ugh," Kari pushed the redhead's bare forehead. "He's not a sacred. Now leave the kid alone, or I'll tell him that you keep a book of insults under your pillow."
"He does what now?"
Daisuke glowered into a pout, and moved his arms to cross, to keep up with his current state of mind. "Now that's just playing unfair." She shrugged effortlessly. "Oh, but aren't you the one who has said 'Life isn't fair'? Or, would you prefer when you said, 'All's fair in love and war'?"
"Bah."
"Bah, indeed."
She grabbed an armful of the beverage menus, and moved to get away. "Now you two help me clean up! I'm dyeing of heat, and don't think about doubting that I have more secrets on both of you! I can't do this all by myself."
"Can't, or won't?"
"She doesn't really have anything on me. Does she?" Takeru voice wavered, pitifully in between a cough. "Like she said, don't doubt it."
Takeru sighed. "I've only been here one damn week! I couldn't have done anything wrong yet!"
"Two weeks."
"So you've been counting. Whatever."
"And back on track," Daisuke smirked at the blond, his lip pulled slightly, showing off his I tooth. "I bet you really don't know how to fix AC. This place has been smoldering all day." Takeru certainly couldn't disagree, as sweat was trickling down his irritated cheeks as Daisuke spoke. The redhead listened to the other's silence, satisfied, while trying to flex his back at his shoulder blades.
"Oh, you're lovely, but you have yet so much to learn...--And jeez! It has to be like a million kajillion(1) degrees in here! Kari may be dyeing, but I'm dead already!"
"You seem plenty lively to me." Takeru quirked an eyebrow at the older boy.
"No, I'm dead, I tell you!" He flailed his arms dramatically in the air. "I just give the affect that I'm alive. But, you'll see, you'll all see, once you are all going in mourning! Gee, I wonder if you'd look good in black. I know Kari doesn't. She looks better in maroon. I wonder if I can make it in my Last Will that Kari gets all my maroon clothes...hm..."
"You can't do that, remember? You are already dead."
"Oh, yes! Very dead! Ohhhhhh..." Daisuke groaned as if in a great deal of pain.
"Absolutely moronic."
"Hey, don't go wasting your big words on him. Little Daisuke-Chan hasn't gotten up to adjectives on his School-House Rock video tapes yet..."
"Kari! Well, that was low...! ...I'm already up to adverbs!"
"And that saved your dignity...how?" Takeru asked.
"Likely, in ways you'll never know, considering Daisuke's standards."
"Wow! It's Knock On Daisuke Day again! It seemed like that was only yesterday..." Kari and Takeru exchanged their separate looks. "But every day is Knock on Daisuke Day!" Kari exclaimed, setting about to wrapping her arms around the strippers thin middle. "So, don't be a sore sport, on us!"
"Oh, bah, just bah."
"Put together, I want you both to work on that AC, if you're not going to work otherwise. Hop to it!"
"Yes, Kari. Miss-Big-Bag-Woman." The both muttered.
"But you all will be sad when I'm over-worked to my last, and die."
~*~
End Chapter notes: Okay, so that was shorter than before. I'm sorry! Really! Honto ni honto. My father and his fiance, my step sister, step brother, and Cort-A-Ney just left, and I didn't have much time to write this! I still have loads of homework. Wee~.
1-Have you ever said that before? I can't say that I haven't...So what if it's incorrect? It rhymes. ^_^
Please review! Even if you hate me. I really don't know where I'm going with this, plot-wise, at all.