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Denser than Metal
By Anime Queen
Chapter 3
. - thoughts
Hiroke's POV:
The bell rang, and I got up and stretched. Yulei was waiting at the door, and Matt stayed behind to talk to a pink-haired girl.
"What's the deal with them?" I asked Yulei as I approached her.
"She's one of our targets."
She's too pretty to be murdered, I thought, checking out her behind. Yulei must have noticed, because she rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
"Hey Matt! Come on, let's go!" I waved to him, and he held up his hand in acknowledgement.
"We'll be late for class!" I tried again.
This time it sunk in, and Matt made an apologetic gesture with his hands. I couldn't hear what they were saying; I was too far away. Finally he walked past me out the door, and I followed.
"I have it all worked out," he announced when we rejoined Yulei in the hallway. She rolled her eyes again in an imitation of fainting. Matt went on, ignoring her.
"By the end of the day we're personally going to interact with the targets, and I expect us to gather some more information than in those sheets," he spoke in a low, formal tone, and I tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. Both my friends regarded me with interest.
"I thought you were the one least willing to do this mission. So what could possibly be funny?" Matt asked me firmly, but it only made me laugh more. Yulei shook her head.
"Go ahead, mister leader," she said in a bored tone, "Let's see how this little plan works out."
"It'll work out," Matt said, as if move to reassure himself than her.
Is he having doubts about this mission? I found myself kind of relieved at this possible prospect, even if I didn't know for sure. I knew exactly what they thought of me. Spineless, gutless worm.
"I'm with you, Matt," I suddenly said without thinking. He looked at me, and the essence of what I just said sank in.
"Thanks, Hiroke," he smiled lightly, "You might not have guts, but you have heart."
Yamato's POV:
We have reached out last class before lunch. Although I've had cereal in the morning, I was getting hungry. We walked into the class room, and the noise hit our eardrums so bad we had to flinch. Hiroke dodged a flying apple; it hit the blackboard and stuck in place. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back, my two friends at my heels.
A blonde boy was standing at the window, and now he was running across the room to his seat.
"He's coming!" he shouted urgently, and everyone took their seats.
"Takeru Takashi," Yulei leaned next to me and spoke into my ear, "The child of hope."
"You do your homework well, Yu," I nodded my head.
"That's what I get paid for," she shrugged.
"Anyone else?"
"No. Just the little twerp."
The teacher walked into the room, and started the lesson. I wasn't really listening to a word he said, I mean what's the point, just kind of thinking about this whole thing.
"Yu, I've been thinking," I whispered, leaning closer to her, "Why does Miyaki want to get rid of them?"
She shrugged.
"I guess he had his reasons."
"But doesn't it bother you?"
"Does it bother you?"
"Well, I would've felt better knowing what this is all about."
Yulei closed her eyes and shook her head. A slight smile played on her lips.
"Silly Yamato," she almost laughed, "When you're being paid to do a job, you don't ask questions. You don't have to wonder why."
I guess that seemed reasonable, and I didn't say anything else.
Yu's though. Wonder if she's had second thoughts?
I glanced at her briefly.
Probably not.
I looked at her again. Her dark shades rested on the top of her head, almost indiscernible in her black hair. Her eyes stared off into space, and she had that indifferent look on her face, same as always.
Yulei's POV:
I still don't see the point of this stupid plan.
I wasn't listening to the teacher talking at the front of the classroom.
I don't have to be here. I have school back home, I don't have to take this bull.
Missions always used to be fun. Just not this one.
Is it because Matt's heading? the thought struck me in the face. No, he deserves this chance. Even if I don't like the plan, I have to go through with it. Matt's my friend. And besides, it's not like I have any say in the matter. It was Miyaki himself who named Matt leader.
Hiroke nudged me urgently in the shoulder. I looked at the teacher, and he was looking back at me expecting something. He held out the piece of chalk, and I realized there was a problem on the board. Lazily, I got up from my chair, strengthening my emerald miniskirt and black top. My high-heeled boots made a soft clinking sound as I walked towards the front of the class. Looking at the other's facial expressions, I smiled confidently.
They know I wasn't listening. They think I won't be able to do this. Silly morons.
I read over the problem once, and then briefly sketched the calculations and worked them out in my head, staring out of the window for concentration. When I was done, I boxed my final answer and returned the chalk to the teacher. I had to smile at his reaction. His mouth was literally hanging wide open, disbelief written all over his eyes.
"How. how." he stuttered after me as I walked back into my seat. He furiously flipped to the back of the textbook for the answer.
I sat and crossed my arms.
School's such a joke.
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Well tell me what yall think!!!! Me, I'm proud of how this ficcie is turning out!!!!! Oh, and any suggestions are always welcome and yall know it!!!!! ^_^ look out for the next chapter very soon!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, never did never will. neways, onto the fic!!!
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Denser than Metal
By Anime Queen
Chapter 3
. - thoughts
Hiroke's POV:
The bell rang, and I got up and stretched. Yulei was waiting at the door, and Matt stayed behind to talk to a pink-haired girl.
"What's the deal with them?" I asked Yulei as I approached her.
"She's one of our targets."
She's too pretty to be murdered, I thought, checking out her behind. Yulei must have noticed, because she rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
"Hey Matt! Come on, let's go!" I waved to him, and he held up his hand in acknowledgement.
"We'll be late for class!" I tried again.
This time it sunk in, and Matt made an apologetic gesture with his hands. I couldn't hear what they were saying; I was too far away. Finally he walked past me out the door, and I followed.
"I have it all worked out," he announced when we rejoined Yulei in the hallway. She rolled her eyes again in an imitation of fainting. Matt went on, ignoring her.
"By the end of the day we're personally going to interact with the targets, and I expect us to gather some more information than in those sheets," he spoke in a low, formal tone, and I tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. Both my friends regarded me with interest.
"I thought you were the one least willing to do this mission. So what could possibly be funny?" Matt asked me firmly, but it only made me laugh more. Yulei shook her head.
"Go ahead, mister leader," she said in a bored tone, "Let's see how this little plan works out."
"It'll work out," Matt said, as if move to reassure himself than her.
Is he having doubts about this mission? I found myself kind of relieved at this possible prospect, even if I didn't know for sure. I knew exactly what they thought of me. Spineless, gutless worm.
"I'm with you, Matt," I suddenly said without thinking. He looked at me, and the essence of what I just said sank in.
"Thanks, Hiroke," he smiled lightly, "You might not have guts, but you have heart."
Yamato's POV:
We have reached out last class before lunch. Although I've had cereal in the morning, I was getting hungry. We walked into the class room, and the noise hit our eardrums so bad we had to flinch. Hiroke dodged a flying apple; it hit the blackboard and stuck in place. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back, my two friends at my heels.
A blonde boy was standing at the window, and now he was running across the room to his seat.
"He's coming!" he shouted urgently, and everyone took their seats.
"Takeru Takashi," Yulei leaned next to me and spoke into my ear, "The child of hope."
"You do your homework well, Yu," I nodded my head.
"That's what I get paid for," she shrugged.
"Anyone else?"
"No. Just the little twerp."
The teacher walked into the room, and started the lesson. I wasn't really listening to a word he said, I mean what's the point, just kind of thinking about this whole thing.
"Yu, I've been thinking," I whispered, leaning closer to her, "Why does Miyaki want to get rid of them?"
She shrugged.
"I guess he had his reasons."
"But doesn't it bother you?"
"Does it bother you?"
"Well, I would've felt better knowing what this is all about."
Yulei closed her eyes and shook her head. A slight smile played on her lips.
"Silly Yamato," she almost laughed, "When you're being paid to do a job, you don't ask questions. You don't have to wonder why."
I guess that seemed reasonable, and I didn't say anything else.
Yu's though. Wonder if she's had second thoughts?
I glanced at her briefly.
Probably not.
I looked at her again. Her dark shades rested on the top of her head, almost indiscernible in her black hair. Her eyes stared off into space, and she had that indifferent look on her face, same as always.
Yulei's POV:
I still don't see the point of this stupid plan.
I wasn't listening to the teacher talking at the front of the classroom.
I don't have to be here. I have school back home, I don't have to take this bull.
Missions always used to be fun. Just not this one.
Is it because Matt's heading? the thought struck me in the face. No, he deserves this chance. Even if I don't like the plan, I have to go through with it. Matt's my friend. And besides, it's not like I have any say in the matter. It was Miyaki himself who named Matt leader.
Hiroke nudged me urgently in the shoulder. I looked at the teacher, and he was looking back at me expecting something. He held out the piece of chalk, and I realized there was a problem on the board. Lazily, I got up from my chair, strengthening my emerald miniskirt and black top. My high-heeled boots made a soft clinking sound as I walked towards the front of the class. Looking at the other's facial expressions, I smiled confidently.
They know I wasn't listening. They think I won't be able to do this. Silly morons.
I read over the problem once, and then briefly sketched the calculations and worked them out in my head, staring out of the window for concentration. When I was done, I boxed my final answer and returned the chalk to the teacher. I had to smile at his reaction. His mouth was literally hanging wide open, disbelief written all over his eyes.
"How. how." he stuttered after me as I walked back into my seat. He furiously flipped to the back of the textbook for the answer.
I sat and crossed my arms.
School's such a joke.
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Well tell me what yall think!!!! Me, I'm proud of how this ficcie is turning out!!!!! Oh, and any suggestions are always welcome and yall know it!!!!! ^_^ look out for the next chapter very soon!!!!!