Ok, thanks to the reviewers! I love you all! ^^ I'll do you all at the
bottom. Anyways, you know the whole thing: I do not own Digimon, just the
two songs and the teachers. Also, for those of you who are a little
confused, back when I said Dai-Chan was held back a grade but gets B's; in
the 9th grade (he's 15, in the 9th grade), when he was 14, he had all F's
and D's, but now, he's getting B's. Ok, better? Good. Now, On with the fic!
******************************************************************* Dragging himself to home for a mile had numbed his left foot. In fact, everywhere on his body felt numb.
Opening the door to his apartment door with his fingers, he thanked once again that his apartment had an elevator; especially that fact he lived on the 7th floor and his right ankle was twisted.
As he opened it to its full length, the smell of beer and the sound of his father's deep snoring started to fill the hallway. Closing it slowly behind him, careful not to awake him, he locked it and began to untie his shoelaces. He walked across the hallway, crossing the living room, getting a glance at his father, who was lying there, 5 beer bottles spread all over the rug.
He limped over to his room, throwing his backpack on the ground of his room. He turned to the bathroom, which was right across his room, closing the door right behind him.
He took off his white shirt (S.B.: There you go, Daisuke Fans!) to reveal his bruised torso (S.B.: Though, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want any injuries on him. ^^`). Pressing a hand against it, he felt a shock climbing up his back. He winced, then shook it off, beginning to strip off his jeans, socks, and his precious goggles.
After he had done that, he climbed carefully into the tub, twisting the knob and letting what felt like the warm water from heaven shower down on him. He stayed standing for 1 whole minute, letting it just soak him and release him from his worries or injuries. 'People are right: showers do let you forget your trouble,' Daisuke thought wearily, as he reached for the shampoo and began squeezing it into his right palm.
After his refreshing shower he dried himself up, along with putting new clothes on, he tiptoed to his room quietly and quickly, shutting the door behind him. He sighed, flopping himself onto his comfortable bed.
Curling himself up into a ball, he reflected the scene with Ken, Takeru, and Mr. Rosen. 'Stupid! Why didn't you tell them! You wouldn't have to worry about getting beat up again tomorrow!' a part of him scolded at him. He stretched to his full length on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head, and miserably remembered it would be Friday tomorrow. He brought one arm out from under his head and rapped his forehead with it, not helping his pains.
He winced slightly at the small pain, which killed about a few of his brain cells, then relaxed; or, at least, calmed down.
Even before his sister left for college, he always had a hard life. His mother had died just after he turned five. His father, who was a technician, had soon gone into depression, and was fired after he didn't show up for six days more than the original break that had given him. His sister began to get a few low grades, but soon got over it and had to be the mother of the house because their father had literally stopped moving.
Daisuke was made fun at when he went to kindergarten without anybody there, and still is laughed at for being the kid who lost his mother. He was able to brighten his mood by playing football and that's where he met his two best friends, Takeru Takaishi and Ken Ichijouji. Though Takeru had given up football and went to basketball, the three of them remained best friends.
Daisuke soon became one of the scums throughout his whole years at school. The only reason he was not beaten up earlier in his life was because Jun had became one of the popular basketball girls in the High school. She also worked out, so she could literally knock the teeth out of boys' mouths.
She left his life and it soon became dull like a flame dimmed out. Takeru and Ken both were semi-popular, but he was still in the low class. Why people soon decided to beat him up, he'll never know. But, somehow, no matter how fast he ran, they always caught him and soon, he became a sport of his own: Daisuke-Beating.
When he was held back a grade, more people began to take a liking to the sport. The only people who still appreciated him were the teachers and his two friends.
He felt alone in this world; like, there were a thousand of brightly-lit candles, while his still shone very dimly. He knew he shouldn't have felt sorry for himself; after all, there were kids his age who were abused by their parents, or raped. But, he just couldn't help but think: 'Those kids are lucky.' They had people who cared for them and not many of their peers at school abused them; yet he had hardly anybody.
Rolling onto his side and curling back into a small ball, he could feel his eyes growing misty. Oh great: tears, he though miserably, as he shut them tightly for two minutes before opening them to find them getting heavy again.
'No, stay awake!' he shouted inside, but he couldn't stop the fatigue growing in him. His eyelid began to blink rapidly, as he yawned widely. 'Stop! You still have work to do!' one side protested. But the other, groaned with tiredness, argue, 'Just a quick nap. Maybe for just an hour or two.'
He didn't know what the first side of him said, because his weak side won; he fell into a deep sleep, lasting about 3 hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Three Hours Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His eyes opened widely and quickly, as he stood up and alert. He stared at his alarm clock, which read: 6:45. "Oh crap!" he whispered, as he slid off his bed and opened his door quickly, but gently.
He walked across the hall, right into the kitchen, which was across the living room, where his dad still sat on the couch, drunk. He walked into the small kitchen, and opened the cupboards, looking for a dinner. Which was easy to find a box of Mac and cheese.
As he prepared this, he stared at his father, who was lying on the couch, snoring deeply. His soft brown eyes trailed to their small TV, which displayed a weatherman talking mutely (his father always had it on mute) about the weather in the states (S.B.: They live in the States; in Katy, Texas. Just to straighten out any confusion.). He sighed, as he began to stir the cheese onto the noodles. Getting the small, white bowls, he scooped some onto it. Pulling out one of the drawers, he retrieved one of the silver spoons, closing it with his left foot (his right ankle still was hurt), then walk silently to his room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little happy about the fact he had finished his homework as he walked again to school, Daisuke suddenly looked up from the ground to see the green sports field rising up to reveal he was nearing school.
As he kept walking, he couldn't help but see girl was already there, kneeling on the grass of the field. 'Must be a new girl,' he thought dully, as he continued, picking up his pace a little to save her life, despite his pain. The American football players never wanted anybody on the field when they came to practice a bit before school started; most of them always came early.
As he neared, he saw that she was actually a pretty, light-skin girl with brown hair that was barely past her ears, which had a small earring on the upper part of the ear, then a large, silver hoop on the lobe; one on each ear. She had a black leather jacket with a soft, strawberry-pink turtleneck with the sleeves cut off to make the shirt almost a spaghetti strap shirt. She wore light, faded blue jeans with white-and-black sneakers that were Velcro.
She turned her head, making the two pairs of earrings on her ears glint brightly in the sunlight. With a surprise, he saw she also had a small nose ring that actually looked nice on her. She had soft, rose-red eyes that stared at him with a confused expression.
He tried to smile, which kinda failed, and said in his friendly voice, "Hi. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but the Football players are going to be here, and they don't like anybody on the field when they're practicing."
She blinked once, then said in a nice voice that had a little bit of sarcasm in it, "Really? Hm, strange, 'cause," she got up to her feet, and looked around the school as if to find something. She seemed satisfied, and turned to face Daisuke again. "I don't see anything says that."
Apparently, he looked confused, because she laughed, which sounded very beautiful to him, and held out her hand, which had a black, fingerless glove on it. A little surprised, he took it, and both shook hands. "I'm Hikari Yagami. From Odaiba, Japan; just moved here yesterday."
He tried to smile, but was just able to stammer out, "T-th-the name's Dai. I mean, Dasiuke. Er, what I mean is." He gulped, and inhaled deeply. "I'm Daisuke Motomiya. Nice you meet you."
She grinned, showing her white teeth. "I'm guessing you don't have many girls coming up to ya, do ya?" He shook his head violently, causing her to burst out laughing. She then stopped abruptly, as something from the left caught her attention. "Hey, that over there your 'Great American Football Players'?" her voice dripped with sarcasm, as the football (S.B.: American football is gonna be known as AF, while 'soccer' is gonna be known as football, kay?) approached nearer.
He could feel the blush in his cheeks he had when he was talking to her fade away faster than ice melting on a 91 degrees day. He could literally the color on his cheeks pale, as they neared closer. He gulped, and turned to see the girl, Hikari, not even blink an eye. She still held herself in her confident, almost bored, slouch, not batting one of her red eyes.
Stephen walked right in front of her face, and Daisuke could feel all the blood suddenly stop as the captain of the AF's shadow cover her. He loomed over her like a predator, reminding Daisuke painfully of yesterday. Leering at her, Stephen brought his face right in front of hers, breathing his horrible breathe on her face. "Listen, bitch. Didn't anyone tell ya you're not to be on here? Ever? Didn't Wuss here," he nodded in Daisuke's direction, who still kept his eyes on Hikari, who just look disgusted with his breathe. "Tell ya?"
He looked her in the eye, expecting her to burst into tears, throwing herself onto the ground or something and beg for forgiveness. Yet, this girl had the nerves of steel, as she stared him right back.
Finally, after a minute of the staring contest, she broke the silence, saying, "You know, you're right. Daisuke did tell me this field is 'reserved'," here, she rolled her eyes, which started to reel the AF team up some more. "To some AF players. But," then, she smiled fiercely. "He never told me it 'belonged' to a crowd of over grown, big-headed orangutans."
Here, Stephen flared up. Daisuke clenched his jaw, closing his fists. Stephen never hit a girl, but he was a little crazy right now. He turned to see the rest of the team glared darkly at the new girl.
Hikari smiled, then positioned herself, as Stephen began to bring his fist back. Suddenly, he brought it forward quickly, which she easily ducked. The Japanese girl popped up quickly, and grabbed his fist, using it to make him punch himself in the eye.
Stephen howled in pain, as he grabbed his face in fury. He quickly took it away, to glare at her with one good eye and one black eye. She smiled pleasantly back, then took her small, closed fist, and let it slam right in his stomach. He clenched it tightly, falling onto the ground, completely winded.
She loomed over him, as he stared at her with a look with mixed fury and- was it real?-horror. She lifted her foot slightly, then, SLAM! Right on his crotch!
Hikari then turned away from the team, who had looks of wonder on their faces, to Daisuke, and smile like she just finished a nice conversation and said, "Shall we?"
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Ok, yes yes, I know. Hikari there was completely AU. But, I always like the idea of a rebel Hikari who could beat up AF players (NO offence intended to any football player! Sorry! Forgive me! ^^). Anyways, did you like it?
Any ideas for a song? I'm still waiting!
Eddie Wachowski's Chick: Yeah, I feel sorry for him, too!
BlackSpark: Thanks!
Willow: Yeah, I always thought they were an interesting couple, too! I guess I'm also just tired of seeing all the Takari fics.
Anthony1: Don't worry! Third and Fourth Chapters are gonna be longer!
******************************************************************* Dragging himself to home for a mile had numbed his left foot. In fact, everywhere on his body felt numb.
Opening the door to his apartment door with his fingers, he thanked once again that his apartment had an elevator; especially that fact he lived on the 7th floor and his right ankle was twisted.
As he opened it to its full length, the smell of beer and the sound of his father's deep snoring started to fill the hallway. Closing it slowly behind him, careful not to awake him, he locked it and began to untie his shoelaces. He walked across the hallway, crossing the living room, getting a glance at his father, who was lying there, 5 beer bottles spread all over the rug.
He limped over to his room, throwing his backpack on the ground of his room. He turned to the bathroom, which was right across his room, closing the door right behind him.
He took off his white shirt (S.B.: There you go, Daisuke Fans!) to reveal his bruised torso (S.B.: Though, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want any injuries on him. ^^`). Pressing a hand against it, he felt a shock climbing up his back. He winced, then shook it off, beginning to strip off his jeans, socks, and his precious goggles.
After he had done that, he climbed carefully into the tub, twisting the knob and letting what felt like the warm water from heaven shower down on him. He stayed standing for 1 whole minute, letting it just soak him and release him from his worries or injuries. 'People are right: showers do let you forget your trouble,' Daisuke thought wearily, as he reached for the shampoo and began squeezing it into his right palm.
After his refreshing shower he dried himself up, along with putting new clothes on, he tiptoed to his room quietly and quickly, shutting the door behind him. He sighed, flopping himself onto his comfortable bed.
Curling himself up into a ball, he reflected the scene with Ken, Takeru, and Mr. Rosen. 'Stupid! Why didn't you tell them! You wouldn't have to worry about getting beat up again tomorrow!' a part of him scolded at him. He stretched to his full length on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head, and miserably remembered it would be Friday tomorrow. He brought one arm out from under his head and rapped his forehead with it, not helping his pains.
He winced slightly at the small pain, which killed about a few of his brain cells, then relaxed; or, at least, calmed down.
Even before his sister left for college, he always had a hard life. His mother had died just after he turned five. His father, who was a technician, had soon gone into depression, and was fired after he didn't show up for six days more than the original break that had given him. His sister began to get a few low grades, but soon got over it and had to be the mother of the house because their father had literally stopped moving.
Daisuke was made fun at when he went to kindergarten without anybody there, and still is laughed at for being the kid who lost his mother. He was able to brighten his mood by playing football and that's where he met his two best friends, Takeru Takaishi and Ken Ichijouji. Though Takeru had given up football and went to basketball, the three of them remained best friends.
Daisuke soon became one of the scums throughout his whole years at school. The only reason he was not beaten up earlier in his life was because Jun had became one of the popular basketball girls in the High school. She also worked out, so she could literally knock the teeth out of boys' mouths.
She left his life and it soon became dull like a flame dimmed out. Takeru and Ken both were semi-popular, but he was still in the low class. Why people soon decided to beat him up, he'll never know. But, somehow, no matter how fast he ran, they always caught him and soon, he became a sport of his own: Daisuke-Beating.
When he was held back a grade, more people began to take a liking to the sport. The only people who still appreciated him were the teachers and his two friends.
He felt alone in this world; like, there were a thousand of brightly-lit candles, while his still shone very dimly. He knew he shouldn't have felt sorry for himself; after all, there were kids his age who were abused by their parents, or raped. But, he just couldn't help but think: 'Those kids are lucky.' They had people who cared for them and not many of their peers at school abused them; yet he had hardly anybody.
Rolling onto his side and curling back into a small ball, he could feel his eyes growing misty. Oh great: tears, he though miserably, as he shut them tightly for two minutes before opening them to find them getting heavy again.
'No, stay awake!' he shouted inside, but he couldn't stop the fatigue growing in him. His eyelid began to blink rapidly, as he yawned widely. 'Stop! You still have work to do!' one side protested. But the other, groaned with tiredness, argue, 'Just a quick nap. Maybe for just an hour or two.'
He didn't know what the first side of him said, because his weak side won; he fell into a deep sleep, lasting about 3 hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Three Hours Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His eyes opened widely and quickly, as he stood up and alert. He stared at his alarm clock, which read: 6:45. "Oh crap!" he whispered, as he slid off his bed and opened his door quickly, but gently.
He walked across the hall, right into the kitchen, which was across the living room, where his dad still sat on the couch, drunk. He walked into the small kitchen, and opened the cupboards, looking for a dinner. Which was easy to find a box of Mac and cheese.
As he prepared this, he stared at his father, who was lying on the couch, snoring deeply. His soft brown eyes trailed to their small TV, which displayed a weatherman talking mutely (his father always had it on mute) about the weather in the states (S.B.: They live in the States; in Katy, Texas. Just to straighten out any confusion.). He sighed, as he began to stir the cheese onto the noodles. Getting the small, white bowls, he scooped some onto it. Pulling out one of the drawers, he retrieved one of the silver spoons, closing it with his left foot (his right ankle still was hurt), then walk silently to his room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little happy about the fact he had finished his homework as he walked again to school, Daisuke suddenly looked up from the ground to see the green sports field rising up to reveal he was nearing school.
As he kept walking, he couldn't help but see girl was already there, kneeling on the grass of the field. 'Must be a new girl,' he thought dully, as he continued, picking up his pace a little to save her life, despite his pain. The American football players never wanted anybody on the field when they came to practice a bit before school started; most of them always came early.
As he neared, he saw that she was actually a pretty, light-skin girl with brown hair that was barely past her ears, which had a small earring on the upper part of the ear, then a large, silver hoop on the lobe; one on each ear. She had a black leather jacket with a soft, strawberry-pink turtleneck with the sleeves cut off to make the shirt almost a spaghetti strap shirt. She wore light, faded blue jeans with white-and-black sneakers that were Velcro.
She turned her head, making the two pairs of earrings on her ears glint brightly in the sunlight. With a surprise, he saw she also had a small nose ring that actually looked nice on her. She had soft, rose-red eyes that stared at him with a confused expression.
He tried to smile, which kinda failed, and said in his friendly voice, "Hi. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but the Football players are going to be here, and they don't like anybody on the field when they're practicing."
She blinked once, then said in a nice voice that had a little bit of sarcasm in it, "Really? Hm, strange, 'cause," she got up to her feet, and looked around the school as if to find something. She seemed satisfied, and turned to face Daisuke again. "I don't see anything says that."
Apparently, he looked confused, because she laughed, which sounded very beautiful to him, and held out her hand, which had a black, fingerless glove on it. A little surprised, he took it, and both shook hands. "I'm Hikari Yagami. From Odaiba, Japan; just moved here yesterday."
He tried to smile, but was just able to stammer out, "T-th-the name's Dai. I mean, Dasiuke. Er, what I mean is." He gulped, and inhaled deeply. "I'm Daisuke Motomiya. Nice you meet you."
She grinned, showing her white teeth. "I'm guessing you don't have many girls coming up to ya, do ya?" He shook his head violently, causing her to burst out laughing. She then stopped abruptly, as something from the left caught her attention. "Hey, that over there your 'Great American Football Players'?" her voice dripped with sarcasm, as the football (S.B.: American football is gonna be known as AF, while 'soccer' is gonna be known as football, kay?) approached nearer.
He could feel the blush in his cheeks he had when he was talking to her fade away faster than ice melting on a 91 degrees day. He could literally the color on his cheeks pale, as they neared closer. He gulped, and turned to see the girl, Hikari, not even blink an eye. She still held herself in her confident, almost bored, slouch, not batting one of her red eyes.
Stephen walked right in front of her face, and Daisuke could feel all the blood suddenly stop as the captain of the AF's shadow cover her. He loomed over her like a predator, reminding Daisuke painfully of yesterday. Leering at her, Stephen brought his face right in front of hers, breathing his horrible breathe on her face. "Listen, bitch. Didn't anyone tell ya you're not to be on here? Ever? Didn't Wuss here," he nodded in Daisuke's direction, who still kept his eyes on Hikari, who just look disgusted with his breathe. "Tell ya?"
He looked her in the eye, expecting her to burst into tears, throwing herself onto the ground or something and beg for forgiveness. Yet, this girl had the nerves of steel, as she stared him right back.
Finally, after a minute of the staring contest, she broke the silence, saying, "You know, you're right. Daisuke did tell me this field is 'reserved'," here, she rolled her eyes, which started to reel the AF team up some more. "To some AF players. But," then, she smiled fiercely. "He never told me it 'belonged' to a crowd of over grown, big-headed orangutans."
Here, Stephen flared up. Daisuke clenched his jaw, closing his fists. Stephen never hit a girl, but he was a little crazy right now. He turned to see the rest of the team glared darkly at the new girl.
Hikari smiled, then positioned herself, as Stephen began to bring his fist back. Suddenly, he brought it forward quickly, which she easily ducked. The Japanese girl popped up quickly, and grabbed his fist, using it to make him punch himself in the eye.
Stephen howled in pain, as he grabbed his face in fury. He quickly took it away, to glare at her with one good eye and one black eye. She smiled pleasantly back, then took her small, closed fist, and let it slam right in his stomach. He clenched it tightly, falling onto the ground, completely winded.
She loomed over him, as he stared at her with a look with mixed fury and- was it real?-horror. She lifted her foot slightly, then, SLAM! Right on his crotch!
Hikari then turned away from the team, who had looks of wonder on their faces, to Daisuke, and smile like she just finished a nice conversation and said, "Shall we?"
*****************************************************************
Ok, yes yes, I know. Hikari there was completely AU. But, I always like the idea of a rebel Hikari who could beat up AF players (NO offence intended to any football player! Sorry! Forgive me! ^^). Anyways, did you like it?
Any ideas for a song? I'm still waiting!
Eddie Wachowski's Chick: Yeah, I feel sorry for him, too!
BlackSpark: Thanks!
Willow: Yeah, I always thought they were an interesting couple, too! I guess I'm also just tired of seeing all the Takari fics.
Anthony1: Don't worry! Third and Fourth Chapters are gonna be longer!