A/N: Hi-hi again. What's up? I updated a little more quickly this time, but
the chapter is short cuz my mum is nagging me to get off the computer. So,
here we go.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Digimon. Period. Digimon involves kute guys with long black hair, blue eyes, and a bandana. I don't have a guy with all three of those qualities, unfortunately. I am soooo not feeling the love. So anyway, don't sue me, I'm poor. The only thing I have on me is my Kouji binder, and you would take me to jail before taking that!
Now, I shall thank my one reviewer..
GemmaniGirl: You know, it's funny. For such an extremely large fan of Kouichi, you sure have a hard time spelling his name correctly. Actually, I'm just kidding. But seriously, don't go off killing me just because you don't like my views on Kouichi. Ranting is nice. Ranting in capitol letters the whole damn time is not, at least in my opinion. So please, please, please, no capitol letters. I feel so lashed when I see that kind of thing. Other than that, um.. Oh, the D-TECTORS (I capitalized that so you could spell it correctly.. ^^;;) won't stay there. At least not in the trash. SOME PEOPLE aren't stupid and they remember that they used to be cell phones. So SOME PEOPLE pick them up. *coughkoujicough* That's all the hints I'll give ya. Also, I really can't put someone in a coma when their lame ass (j/k) is already dead. Sorry. I'll make my next ficcy all happy and Kouichi based, just for you, k? (You: Okay!) Great, thanks for the review and um, keep on reviewing.
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All of the Children has disappeared from the medical hospital except for one. Kouji Minamoto was still outside, knowing that eventually he would be asked to come inside and identify the dead body of his brother.
He glared moodily at the trashcan the D-Tectors were in. Finally, he picked his own up and started to walk away, leaving the other ones behind. 'It really isn't my fault they threw their own D-Tectors away. Why do I care?' But he did. He knew it. Despite all that, he came up with a reason to pick them up. "They're perfectly good cell phones. I'm not doing this for any of them!" He said aloud, trying to convince himself as he picked all of them up and put them in his coat.
Then he headed inside and went to the doctor's office, walking slowly to the fate he would have to meet. His brother was.. Dead.
*Takuya*
Takuya, once spirited, was never the same after leaving the hospital. He felt alone, worse than he ever had before. And now he was missing his D- Tector, the one thing that protected him. Nothing was left for him. In fact, he walked in the door of his own home and never spoke unless he had to all the way into high school. He wasn't really a rebel, not a geek, not anything. Maybe a little introverted, but not snobbish. He just wasn't anybody's friend.
It only got worse when he turned 17. He became terribly moody, almost lashing out at the slightest bit of argument or chance of being annoyed. 7 years without his friends had really changed him. Pretty soon, he was transferred to another school.
Odaiba High School.
*Izumi*
Friends? Who needs friends? Izumi came home chipper, almost too chipper. She asked her mom for ten dollars and she went to the store. Harmless, right? No way. She came home with a box in hand and she went into the bathroom.
She emerged with purple hair.
She did her best to be weird, her best to be without friends. Like I said, friends weren't needed. She just wanted to stand out and be noticed in the most grotesque way possible. If the five friends she had in the Digital World didn't want to be her friends, then she wouldn't be anyone else's. Soon her mom insisted maybe a new environment would help. So she got transferred to a new school.
Odaiba High School.
*Tomoki*
Tomoki grew up. He grew up a lot. In fact, he was so much more mature than the kids around he him, he preferred not to be friends with them. Who got the purple lollipop was more important to them than how to get through their lives. Who needed that? He didn't cry anymore, but on the other hand, he really wasn't all that emotional. Period. He never really got mad, or sad, but he really wasn't happy or excited. What use were those to him anymore.
His mom started to worry. At age ten, he secluded himself to his room just to read about some doctors' opinions on human emotion. What little kid should worry about that? It wasn't until he graduated junior high she noticed he was level above his peers. So she transferred him to the best school she could find.
Odaiba High School.
*Junpei*
'Izumi must not like me because I'm fat. All Takuya has on me is mega weigh difference. But I can change all that.' Everyday Junpei though this as he woke up. He worked his hardest to be better. More fit. Thinner. Faster. Stronger. Whatever it was Izumi was looking for. In the middle of junior high he set a new record for every school activity, team or physical fitness routine. As a freshman he was on every junior varsity team. But all those sports meant no time for friends. And who needed friends? All they were there for was to be left in the dust.
His mom really wasn't all that worried. She thought it was wonderful he was getting so fit. In fact, everyone thought it was great. One of his coaches even funded him to be sent to a new school, one of the best sports-based schools in the area.
Odaiba High School.
*Kouji*
Kouji didn't have friends. Didn't need friends. His brother, his only brother, was gone. Forever. It was because of his stupid friends he didn't get there on time and his stupid friends didn't even care. They didn't even know. That wasn't the point.
At his school, nobody was anybody else's business. So he got away with being snappy for no reason. He had a hit list of everyone with living siblings, some said, but he didn't really. It was just envy. His step mom wasn't all that understanding, but his father felt great remorse for the loss of his son. So he moved into a new area with his family. This meant Kouji had to leave what friends he really didn't even have behind and transfer to a new school.
Odaiba High School.
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A/N: Sorry it was so quick and sloppy, but I was really in a hurry and now I'm going to go to CostCo to get a cake. So I'll see you soon. Please review and all that good stuff. I love ya and good-bye.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Digimon. Period. Digimon involves kute guys with long black hair, blue eyes, and a bandana. I don't have a guy with all three of those qualities, unfortunately. I am soooo not feeling the love. So anyway, don't sue me, I'm poor. The only thing I have on me is my Kouji binder, and you would take me to jail before taking that!
Now, I shall thank my one reviewer..
GemmaniGirl: You know, it's funny. For such an extremely large fan of Kouichi, you sure have a hard time spelling his name correctly. Actually, I'm just kidding. But seriously, don't go off killing me just because you don't like my views on Kouichi. Ranting is nice. Ranting in capitol letters the whole damn time is not, at least in my opinion. So please, please, please, no capitol letters. I feel so lashed when I see that kind of thing. Other than that, um.. Oh, the D-TECTORS (I capitalized that so you could spell it correctly.. ^^;;) won't stay there. At least not in the trash. SOME PEOPLE aren't stupid and they remember that they used to be cell phones. So SOME PEOPLE pick them up. *coughkoujicough* That's all the hints I'll give ya. Also, I really can't put someone in a coma when their lame ass (j/k) is already dead. Sorry. I'll make my next ficcy all happy and Kouichi based, just for you, k? (You: Okay!) Great, thanks for the review and um, keep on reviewing.
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All of the Children has disappeared from the medical hospital except for one. Kouji Minamoto was still outside, knowing that eventually he would be asked to come inside and identify the dead body of his brother.
He glared moodily at the trashcan the D-Tectors were in. Finally, he picked his own up and started to walk away, leaving the other ones behind. 'It really isn't my fault they threw their own D-Tectors away. Why do I care?' But he did. He knew it. Despite all that, he came up with a reason to pick them up. "They're perfectly good cell phones. I'm not doing this for any of them!" He said aloud, trying to convince himself as he picked all of them up and put them in his coat.
Then he headed inside and went to the doctor's office, walking slowly to the fate he would have to meet. His brother was.. Dead.
*Takuya*
Takuya, once spirited, was never the same after leaving the hospital. He felt alone, worse than he ever had before. And now he was missing his D- Tector, the one thing that protected him. Nothing was left for him. In fact, he walked in the door of his own home and never spoke unless he had to all the way into high school. He wasn't really a rebel, not a geek, not anything. Maybe a little introverted, but not snobbish. He just wasn't anybody's friend.
It only got worse when he turned 17. He became terribly moody, almost lashing out at the slightest bit of argument or chance of being annoyed. 7 years without his friends had really changed him. Pretty soon, he was transferred to another school.
Odaiba High School.
*Izumi*
Friends? Who needs friends? Izumi came home chipper, almost too chipper. She asked her mom for ten dollars and she went to the store. Harmless, right? No way. She came home with a box in hand and she went into the bathroom.
She emerged with purple hair.
She did her best to be weird, her best to be without friends. Like I said, friends weren't needed. She just wanted to stand out and be noticed in the most grotesque way possible. If the five friends she had in the Digital World didn't want to be her friends, then she wouldn't be anyone else's. Soon her mom insisted maybe a new environment would help. So she got transferred to a new school.
Odaiba High School.
*Tomoki*
Tomoki grew up. He grew up a lot. In fact, he was so much more mature than the kids around he him, he preferred not to be friends with them. Who got the purple lollipop was more important to them than how to get through their lives. Who needed that? He didn't cry anymore, but on the other hand, he really wasn't all that emotional. Period. He never really got mad, or sad, but he really wasn't happy or excited. What use were those to him anymore.
His mom started to worry. At age ten, he secluded himself to his room just to read about some doctors' opinions on human emotion. What little kid should worry about that? It wasn't until he graduated junior high she noticed he was level above his peers. So she transferred him to the best school she could find.
Odaiba High School.
*Junpei*
'Izumi must not like me because I'm fat. All Takuya has on me is mega weigh difference. But I can change all that.' Everyday Junpei though this as he woke up. He worked his hardest to be better. More fit. Thinner. Faster. Stronger. Whatever it was Izumi was looking for. In the middle of junior high he set a new record for every school activity, team or physical fitness routine. As a freshman he was on every junior varsity team. But all those sports meant no time for friends. And who needed friends? All they were there for was to be left in the dust.
His mom really wasn't all that worried. She thought it was wonderful he was getting so fit. In fact, everyone thought it was great. One of his coaches even funded him to be sent to a new school, one of the best sports-based schools in the area.
Odaiba High School.
*Kouji*
Kouji didn't have friends. Didn't need friends. His brother, his only brother, was gone. Forever. It was because of his stupid friends he didn't get there on time and his stupid friends didn't even care. They didn't even know. That wasn't the point.
At his school, nobody was anybody else's business. So he got away with being snappy for no reason. He had a hit list of everyone with living siblings, some said, but he didn't really. It was just envy. His step mom wasn't all that understanding, but his father felt great remorse for the loss of his son. So he moved into a new area with his family. This meant Kouji had to leave what friends he really didn't even have behind and transfer to a new school.
Odaiba High School.
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A/N: Sorry it was so quick and sloppy, but I was really in a hurry and now I'm going to go to CostCo to get a cake. So I'll see you soon. Please review and all that good stuff. I love ya and good-bye.