Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello again! First things first:
New reviewers: I'm not allowed for a name (somewhat a name), Kara Kasai, Dria, and Crazi.
Also, Boku/Ata has passed 100 reviews. Thank you, guys. ^^
Special thanks to TheAngelOfLove, my first and one hundredth reviewer!
School has been quite tiring for me lately, I'll still try to keep up with the weekly releases, but please don't blame me if I missed a week? Okay? Pleaaase?
Extra note: The school schedule will be the same as my school's schedule system, for the purpose of my comfort in writing about it without errors. It's basically a Day 1/Day 2 system, where you have certain courses on Day 1, and certain ones in Day 2. Day 1 and Day 2 alternate daily.
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Toei.
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Episode 2: Our Location
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April 5, 2002 (8:58 a.m.)
"Shh, the ceremony is starting." Ken placed an index finger in front of his lips.
Koushiro quickly cut off any other words he was about to say, and even attempted to lengthen each breath he took in order to make less noise, like a scolded child. Likewise, all clamour, excited chattering, as well as complaints were suppressed by two consecutive tapping sounds, coming from the speakers, obviously originating from the microphone on the stage.
"Ahem." A reasonably young woman voiced into her microphone again. "Please welcome our principal, Sakura Ayako-sama."
"Sakura Ayako-sama?" Koushiro asked Ken in disbelief. "Someone has Sakura for last name, and have people call them '-sama'?"
"According to Kei, it's Sa Kura. That was kind of obvious, though, as long as you didn't keep in mind the name of this school." Ken whispered back to Koushiro without redirecting his eyes. "I heard this principal is kind of weird, though."
(Note: Sakura is a last name, but it's made into kanji differently than 'cherry blossom'. It's not an uncommon last name, but it isn't as pretty as cherry blossom either.)
A slightly older woman, wearing fairly formal business-like clothing, walked up to the vacant area before the microphone, then adjusted it to her height.
"Hello, fellow students, I'd like to start off with..."
Silence.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The principal suddenly lowered her head to face directly the ground, almost painfully, then moved her head back, stretching her neck.
"Ahh! I can't stand this!" She shouted as she swiftly pulled the first button off her blouse.
BGM: Cart before the Horse - Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou
"I'll skip the crap." She slammed her hands down, but nearly fell over due to a lack of something to slam her hands on, at which then she quickly grabbed the microphone stand to hold her balance, and as well, fall with her down the stage.
"Anyway..." The principal mumbled as she stood up, still holding the microphone. "Those that were not here last year would know that I'm new, those that stalk me would know that I'm the granddaughter of the previous principal. I hate formalities, call me Ayako-sama, call me Sakura and die, don't call me with -sama and get expelled."
Mumbles.
//[Koushiro] She's a real impresser.
And Koushiro watched as few of the more elderly teachers smack their heads into their hands, or their hands into their heads, or their heads into the wall.
Ayako jumps, and manages to land on the stage perfectly, with the microphone stand in her right hand.
"With me here, most rules will be different." Ayako announced. Somewhat proudly, except not.
//I wonder if she knows that 'we' are here. Kei said that he did have to run it by some high officials in the school, after all.
"I'd like to, firstly, encourage everyone to join clubs, participate in activities, and most importantly, get boyfriends."
Sweatdrops.
She used her fingers to rub her nose. "If you have a boyfriend, and if you register, we'll confirm it, if it's true, you'll have an extra 10% to every course of yours."
//Then again, she's an idiot. Kei probably ran it by some other vice principal or something.
"Also, fooling around with your boyfriend in your living quarters is strictly prohibited..."
//Well, duh.
"...Without recording what you did. If you did fool around, you have to send your tape to the office."
//Oh gods. If she does know, that witch will so screw us over.
"And of course, if you are a boy, dressing up as a girl, in order to win some television contest, that's not allowed as well."
//Oh, she knows. She knows alright.
Koushiro stared attentively at the stage, but never really listened, his focus fazed out, pondering, pondering, continuously pondering about nothing. Words boomed from the speakers; they reached Koushiro's ears, but not past that.
"Oi." Taichi tapped Koushiro's shoulder.
"What?" Koushiro flinched slightly.
"The opening ceremonies are over, let's go." Yamato said, standing beside Taichi.
Koushiro laughed sheepishly. "Right. Back...home, whatever you call it?"
"I suppose." Ken replied as he joined the short conversation.
[Actually, I'd prefer it if you went over to the counsellors first to fix up your nonexistent course schedule.]
"I almost regret forgetting about your existence sometimes, Kei." Koushiro remarked, slightly annoyed.
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"She will see you in a minute." The secretary nodded.
Taichi, likewise, nodded, turned around, and plopped, sat down on the big sofa like chair.
Takeru, beside him, moved his head close to Taichi. "What did she say?"
"She'll see us in a minute, she says." Taichi repeated.
"Oh."
Tick. Tock.
Ring.
The secretary picked up the phone, held it to her ear, and nodded dully.
"She'll see you now." She looked down and crossed things off on a piece of paper.
"Who?" Ken hesitantly asked.
"All of you."
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"Yes, what is it?" An elderly woman spun on her chair to face the boys.
Yamato removed his hands from his pocket. "We were told to come see you for our course schedule."
"Oh. Courses." The woman said indifferently. "You must be new here, no wonder that you don't have a course plan."
"Firstly. Your...names."
"Dashii Yamako."
"Migaya Taiko."
"Shiikata Takeko."
"Jiujochii Kenko."
"Mizui Koushiko."
The counsellor quickly wrote on her notepad. "Weird names." She noted.
The boys looked at each other.
"Anyway, here's a quick overview." The counsellor dropped her pen. "There are a few courses that are just set there for you, Japanese, math, socials, and physical education. The two options you have is to pick one science out of three, chemistry, physics, or biology, and one elective...out of hell knows how many we have."
Takeru jumped slightly, hearing swear words.
Spinning on her chair again, now facing the computer.
"Yamako...what science will you pick?" The counsellor mumbled, almost so softly that it seemed that she was talking to herself.
"Chemistry."
Tap tap. Click click click.
"Taiko."
"Umm..." Taichi's eyes focused on the other boys, seemingly to ask them what to pick. And each of them seemed to answer with glances that say "Shut up and pick it yourself, you idiot.".
"Biology!" Taichi screamed.
"It's okay. I don't have a hearing deficiency." The counsellor seriously said as she typed the information into the computer.
"Takeko."
"Er...chemistry."
"And Kenko?"
"Physics."
"Finally...Koushiko."
"Physics, as well."
Koushiro and Ken grinned to each other, knowing inwardly that they already started forming a clan, group of sorts, that discriminated stupid people.
Beep.
Durrr.
The counsellor blinked as she grabbed the piece of fax paper and ripped it off the fax machine near the computer.
Blink. Blink.
Spin.
Stare.
Blink.
The counsellor covered her mouth, as if preventing laughter, or shock, whichever comes first, as she exchanged glances between the piece of paper and the group of boys.
Koushiro bit his lower lip.
//[Koushiro] Oh, she knows too.
"Let's go on to electives." The counsellor spun back, biting her lips, desperately trying not to laugh.
"Yama...ko." The counsellor called out. Before instantaneously falling to the ground, and cracking up.
Five minutes later...
"Yama...ko."
Ten minutes later...
"Right, I'm really okay now." The counsellor assured as she took deep breaths.
"Yama...ko."
Five minutes later...
"I'm sorry. I won't laugh anymore." The counsellor nodded. "Yamako."
Having read the electives list for around fifty times during the last twenty minutes the counsellor rolled up on the ground and practically laughed so loud that the neighbouring buildings could've heard her, he quickly responded. "Guitar."
"Guitar..."
Tap tap tap.
"Taiko."
Snatching the list from Yamato, Taichi quickly looked at the list, his fingers directing his eyes.
Taichi scratched his head in this horrible dilemma of what to possibly pick. "Umm...could you eat the food you make in cooking?"
"I take it that you will take cooking if I say yes." The counsellor answered as she pointed her mouse and double clicked.
"Takeko."
"Guitar."
Stares.
"What? What?" Takeru asked frantically, his eyes starting to glint due to a collection of water inside. "Can't I idolize nee-san without people like you staring at me?"
Ken patted Takeru's back.
"Koushiko."
"I'll be taking...information technology." Koushiro stated. "That's computer science."
The counsellor answered by continuing to type into her computer.
"Alright. That's all, I take it."
"Umm..." Ken moved a little outwards from his seat to be noticed. "You haven't asked me yet."
"Kenko? You're taking sewing."
Ken blinked. "No, I'm not."
"Yes you are, you're taking sewing." The counsellor laughed as if Ken was making a joke.
"Jackass." Ken mumbled under his breath.
[Hey, it wasn't my decision. It's the other manager that made this decision.]
"Jackass." Ken repeated.
Drr. Drr.
The counsellor took the pieces of paper from the printer, and handed one accordingly to each of the boys.
Each of them looked at the paper, mesmerized by it.
Ken looked over Koushiro's shoulders, then over Takeru's.
"How come all our courses are at the same time, aside that we have different electives and sciences, but they are also in the same time period?" Ken observed.
"Oh. All of you will be in the same class." The counsellor said calmly. "Aside from when you're taking different classes."
"What?!"
"Yeah. I'd have to admit, the system is a bit screwed. You learn what you did last year, and there are varying ranges of ages in a class." The counsellor sighed. "The only thing that puts people in different classes are the room number ranges. That makes classes really easy for seniors, and hard for juniors."
//[Taichi] Yes!
"Of course, assuming that the senior is smarter than the junior."
//[Taichi] Noooo!
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Opening the door, they were met with the bunch of girls.
"Oh, hi, we're just going shopping now, in case you were wondering." Mimi, bearing wavy pink hair with stars stuck on them, as well as wearing a long sleeved cotton shirt, with a short skirt that seemed to fit her comfortably, said as she slipped into her high heels.
"Do you want to come with us?" Sora, having shoulder length hair, which, unlike Mimi, is asymmetrically styled, wearing a red tee-shirt and white skirt, asked.
Takeru opened his mouth.
Yamato wrestled him down.
"It's okay." Ken stepped up and politely refused.
"In that case, we should go, Miyako-chan is waiting for us at the mall." Hikari adjusted the hair clip clipping her light brown hair.
Slam.
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April 6, 2002 (8:35 a.m.)
Taichi woke up from sleeping the sixth time. He was already sleepy, but the P.E. teacher's lecture on how participation is a large portion of the term mark was surely a great assistance.
"Anyway, I want you girls to go out and run two laps around the oval track." The fairly muscular woman, Ms. Touda (Ms. for muscular she, Taichi reasoned, which is why she is still a Ms.) instructed. "I'll follow a bit afterwards."
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"Oh god, running in the morning. That woman is perverse." Taichi complained to Koushiro as he ran.
Yamato looked back behind his shoulders to find Koushiro and Taichi about three metres behind. "Stop bitching, Taichi."
"Up yours, Yama-chan."
Taichi continued running, which didn't please him, since his eyes were mostly closed, which made him hit various obstacles (a.k.a. trees, walls, big slow bitches). Taichi stopped, panting desperately for air. Yamato was half a lap ahead of Taichi, and Taichi just finished one lap. Normally, Taichi would rip his lungs out to compete with Yamato, but it was morning, and every part of his body should be asleep. Even Koushiro was ahead of him, as well as Takeru and Ken, and also Sora, Mimi, Hikari, and Miyako, who he didn't pay so much attentiont to, but he didn't mind all that much now, since he practically quit running.
"You're done already?" Ms. Touda said as she stepped down from the stairs of the bleachers, impressed.
Taichi blinked.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
"Oh,...um, yeah!" Taichi vigorously nodded.
"Migaya Taiko, aren't you? I'll be paying lots more attention to you from now on." Ms. Touda winked in approval.
Taichi laughed. His fist clenched tightly behind him.
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Taichi ran towards the ball. Soccer is generally categorized into two categories, professional and not professional. In professional soccer, team members stayed at their own area of management, and only ran out if situations were desperate. In not professional soccer, people run at the ball like fangirls running at a young pretty star, hoping to harass. This is not professional soccer.
"Ahhhhh!" Taichi screamed as he slid down intentionally, one leg stretched out towards the ball, knocking down whoever that was in between him and the ball. Standing up, he gained control of the ball under his feet, and expertly moved it out of the way from attacking opponents. Which came by the dozen. Taichi's eyes spun.
//God dammit, they just keep coming and coming like some crappy soldier in a RPG! I'll have to kick the ball out.
Raising his legs far behind him, Taichi kicked the ball with great velocity, which flew past the opposing team that was grouped there, and further past the midcourt. Past that. Past the penalty zone. Past the goal. Past the track. Past the fence.
Screeeeeeeeeech.
Crash.
Screams of people.
Sirens of ambulance.
Takeru watched as Taichi desperately ran up the bleachers.
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Taichi lowered his head onto the desk and closed his eyes. Sleeping in P.E. was difficult, and sleeping in socials was definitely easier, so he did. It was reasonably successful, without notice, he had slept already an hour away. The class was discussing issues about the society, he noted as he semi-woke.
"So...umm." The socials teacher, Mrs. Damire looked down at her seating plan. "What do you think about sexist discrimination in modern society? Migaya Taiko."
Taichi lifted his head and blinked.
Koushiro stared in horror. It was Taichi. Being asked a question upon sexism. Koushiro would be somewhat thankful if Taichi had answered 'It sucks', but it seems that Taichi wouldn't.
Taichi opened his mouth.
"I..."
Koushiro shut his eyes, awaiting for stupid words to come out.
"I think that it has decreased significantly from the earlier times in history, since time allowed women to prove their value, and to decrease the effects of tradition. Surely, it still exists in this society right now, but improvements are still being made, and..."
Koushiro opened his eyes.
Blink.
It was indeed Taichi. Saying those words.
[And over time, with current rates, the inequality wouldn't exist.]
"...Over time, with current rates, the inequality wouldn't exist." Taichi repeated.
"Mmm. Very good." Mrs. Damire complimented. "What do you think would help decrease the sexism against women...Mizui Koushiko."
Koushiro smirked.
"There is still a very large difference of the men and women's status in the society, more direct approaches should be taken. I recommend first having all women join in a communist community for support of each other, at which we send out prostitutes with STDs to sleep with every man on the earth, making them die, eventually, then we would be able to remove discrimination against women."
Silence.
//[Koushiro] That should shut her up for two weeks or so.
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"So, what is 9 choose 6...Migaya Taiko?" The math teacher, an middle aged man, Mr. Yamada asked.
//[Taichi] What the fuck is wrong with everyone today, picking on me?!
Taichi searched the calculator buttons nervously. He had heard that in class that it was SOMEWHERE on the calculator. Not that he'd ever pay attention anyway.
Ten minutes later...
"Are you still trying for the solution, Migaya?" The math teacher demanded impatiently.
"Um...I forgot where the button is."
Mr. Yamada walked towards Taichi, and pointed at a calculator button.
"That one." He pointed at another button. "That button is called '2', do you know how to use that button?"
The class laughed.
Taichi was pissed off. Very pissed off. The series of events today just made him more pissed off. If the pissed off meter ranged from 1 to 10, Taichi would shove the meter up Mr. Yamada's ass.
Taichi swung out his fist, which incidentally/accidentally his Mr. Yamada in the groin.
"Oops. Sorry."
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"You don't seem to get along well with most teachers." Sora observed.
"They piss me off." Taichi grumbled.
"Maybe you'll find better teachers on Day 2."
"Hopefully." Taichi muttered as he walked.
Koushiro ran up and patted Taichi's shoulders. "Hey!"
"Oh, hey." Taichi dully returned.
"We're going to sign up for clubs, you go home first." Yamato said, walking past Taichi.
"Clubs..." Taichi repeated as he watched the four boys semi-ran down the hall.
"Is there a soccer team?" Taichi asked Sora, still facing down the hall.
"Mmm, yeah. But they don't start this early, about a couple weeks after the first day of school or so." Sora explained, looking upwards, rethinking if her information is right.
"Let's go home then." Taichi sighed happily, and positioned his hands so that they were behind him, but his elbows were point up.
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"No kidding!" Taichi exclaimed. "You used to play soccer too?"
Sora giggled slightly. "Yeah, used to. I've now taken up playing tennis, though."
"Oh, tennis. Too bad, It would've been nice to play soccer with you."
"I'm glad." Sora turned to Taichi, then gently smiled.
"You're glad?" Taichi repeated, quite confused.
"I thought that the new roommates would've been unpleasant, but it turns out that you're all very nice."
Blush.
"Although you're not too girly, Taichi-chan."
Taichi took both statements as compliments.
"Ah, well." Taichi continued on walking, swinging his arms further than he used to, unable to find his natural actions.
Sora sped up, taking quick steps up beside Taichi.
"I wonder if he got back yet..."
"He?" Taichi wrinkled his eyebrows. He distinctly recalled that there were to be no 'he's in the lower living area of the school, Aside from themselves, but no one is supposed to know that anyway.
Stomp.
Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp.
Tackle.
Taichi felt like he was run over by a truck. A Land-Rover. Or at least those damn big American Lincoln cars, those are big too. Taichi opened his eyes.
Something, something, Taichi couldn't tell, with very light blue fur covering its top portion, its back, and on that fur, there were strange looking navy stripes. The front of its body was yellow, and its abnormal looking tail as well. A horn, Taichi thought someone impaled that thing with a piece of sharp looking cheese, jutted out from its head. Big eyes glared, and a nose with mouth beneath were slightly in front. Taichi reasoned that it was a dog. Although, the last time he saw a dog, it didn't have a horn. Dogs must have evolved, Taichi comforted himself.
"Gabu-chan!" Sora quickly ran up and hugged the thing sitting on Taichi's stomach tightly. It, whatever it was, seemed to suffocate.
"Gabu-chan?" Taichi asked, remaining lying on the ground.
"Yep, Gabu-chan. Its full name is Gabumon, but I thought that sounded kind of weird." Sora nodded. "I must have forgotten to tell you. We have a dog, and we just sent it off to the vet a few days ago. It usually comes back on its own. We found it in the streets, we felt so sorry for it that we took it in."
Gabu snarled.
Sora blinked continuously. "But it usually takes strangers quite well. The only thing it usually dislikes is a guy."
Taichi gulped.
With tremendous effort, Sora lifted up Gabu and walked up the stairs.
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"So we have to live with this thing as well?" Yamato pointed, disgustingly at Gabu.
"Shh." Taichi shushed. "The girls are in the kitchen, don't be so loud."
"And this thing hates guys." Takeru noted. "It's not like we like it as well."
Gabu growled.
"That'll make our job a whole lot easier." Ken remarked sarcastically. "We only need to avoid it mowing us down every twenty four hours."
"We're going out to buy some food, take care of Gabu until we come back!"
Slam.
Silence.
"Well, at least now we can talk more freely." Yamato sighed.
"About me?" Gabu asked.
"Yeah." Yamato grabbed a batch of hair from his shoulders and threw it back. Long hair has started to annoy him.
"It's not nice to talk bad about people, especially when they're here, you know."
"So?"
Blink.
Yamato blinked again. And again.
Yamato pointed his finger accusingly at Gabu. "Were you talking?"
"Yeah."
Releasing his breath, Yamato walked a few steps over, then fainted on top of the other, already fainted, guys.
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"Yo, wake up." Gabu slapped Ken. Over and over again.
"I'm up!" Ken screamed, his eyes opening like a camera shutter.
"So, what ARE you?" Koushiro gently questioned, so that it doesn't offend Gabu, but putting an emphasis on 'are' doesn't help.
"I'm a dog." Gabu scratched its ears. "They don't know that I talk, though, don't tell the girls."
"Oh." Koushiro nodded. Deciding not to question any further until proper acknowledgement has passed him.
"We need to have an agreement." Gabu hopped up to a chair and sat down.
"I'm sorry, we usually don't have agreements with talking horned dogs." Yamato retorted.
Gabu ignored that remark. "The girls, oh god, they are nice and all." Gabu the proceeded to cover his face with both his paws. "But...you don't know how much of a vegetarian they can be! Even at sometimes when they eat meat, they make me eat vegetables, claiming that I'll get fat if I eat meat and all that! And when they're bored, they dress me up, with the ribbons, and, and the make up, and the weird accessories!"
Then, Gabu broke down crying.
Taichi put a hand on Gabu's shoulders, patting. "Don't worry, we know how you feel."
Quickly, Gabu stopped crying. "So, I'm asking you to discourage them to dress me up, and sneak me meat. Among other things that I want, and I won't make your identity be revealed."
Ken scoffed. "If you tell them, then they'll know that you talk!"
"OR, I can rip your skirt off."
"Or that." Ken inched away.
"If you don't want your life to be more frantic than it is, I don't think you have a choice." Gabu smirked confidently. Koushiro inwardly growled. He hated people that outsmarted him. Not only people, but it's a dog with a horn that outsmarted him, which makes it worse.
"Deal." Yamato agreed, and shook hands/paws with Gabu.
"So, from now on-"
Slam.
"Sorry, I forgot the shopping list." Hikari laughed, embarrassed, as she ran to the kitchen.
"Was that Gabu talking that I heard?"
"Meow, meow meow."
"Probably not, then. Gabu always likes to make sounds sometimes." Hikari recalled, as she grabbed the list and ran back out the door.
Slam.
"Meow?" Takeru raised one eyebrow.
"I wasn't thinking."
"You better hope that she doesn't, either."
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban 02: Digimon 02
Next Episode:
Takeru: My second day of school. This is so boring. But! I finally get to go shopping with some of the girls. I'm so happy! *sigh* I get to be with a girl, even if it is shopping-. Eh?! Da...Daisuke?!
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Sorry for the late release!
I chose to use Gabumon because he was compatible plotwise more than any other Digimon I could find.
Anyway, review lots!
-Lumi
Hello again! First things first:
New reviewers: I'm not allowed for a name (somewhat a name), Kara Kasai, Dria, and Crazi.
Also, Boku/Ata has passed 100 reviews. Thank you, guys. ^^
Special thanks to TheAngelOfLove, my first and one hundredth reviewer!
School has been quite tiring for me lately, I'll still try to keep up with the weekly releases, but please don't blame me if I missed a week? Okay? Pleaaase?
Extra note: The school schedule will be the same as my school's schedule system, for the purpose of my comfort in writing about it without errors. It's basically a Day 1/Day 2 system, where you have certain courses on Day 1, and certain ones in Day 2. Day 1 and Day 2 alternate daily.
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Toei.
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Episode 2: Our Location
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April 5, 2002 (8:58 a.m.)
"Shh, the ceremony is starting." Ken placed an index finger in front of his lips.
Koushiro quickly cut off any other words he was about to say, and even attempted to lengthen each breath he took in order to make less noise, like a scolded child. Likewise, all clamour, excited chattering, as well as complaints were suppressed by two consecutive tapping sounds, coming from the speakers, obviously originating from the microphone on the stage.
"Ahem." A reasonably young woman voiced into her microphone again. "Please welcome our principal, Sakura Ayako-sama."
"Sakura Ayako-sama?" Koushiro asked Ken in disbelief. "Someone has Sakura for last name, and have people call them '-sama'?"
"According to Kei, it's Sa Kura. That was kind of obvious, though, as long as you didn't keep in mind the name of this school." Ken whispered back to Koushiro without redirecting his eyes. "I heard this principal is kind of weird, though."
(Note: Sakura is a last name, but it's made into kanji differently than 'cherry blossom'. It's not an uncommon last name, but it isn't as pretty as cherry blossom either.)
A slightly older woman, wearing fairly formal business-like clothing, walked up to the vacant area before the microphone, then adjusted it to her height.
"Hello, fellow students, I'd like to start off with..."
Silence.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The principal suddenly lowered her head to face directly the ground, almost painfully, then moved her head back, stretching her neck.
"Ahh! I can't stand this!" She shouted as she swiftly pulled the first button off her blouse.
BGM: Cart before the Horse - Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou
"I'll skip the crap." She slammed her hands down, but nearly fell over due to a lack of something to slam her hands on, at which then she quickly grabbed the microphone stand to hold her balance, and as well, fall with her down the stage.
"Anyway..." The principal mumbled as she stood up, still holding the microphone. "Those that were not here last year would know that I'm new, those that stalk me would know that I'm the granddaughter of the previous principal. I hate formalities, call me Ayako-sama, call me Sakura and die, don't call me with -sama and get expelled."
Mumbles.
//[Koushiro] She's a real impresser.
And Koushiro watched as few of the more elderly teachers smack their heads into their hands, or their hands into their heads, or their heads into the wall.
Ayako jumps, and manages to land on the stage perfectly, with the microphone stand in her right hand.
"With me here, most rules will be different." Ayako announced. Somewhat proudly, except not.
//I wonder if she knows that 'we' are here. Kei said that he did have to run it by some high officials in the school, after all.
"I'd like to, firstly, encourage everyone to join clubs, participate in activities, and most importantly, get boyfriends."
Sweatdrops.
She used her fingers to rub her nose. "If you have a boyfriend, and if you register, we'll confirm it, if it's true, you'll have an extra 10% to every course of yours."
//Then again, she's an idiot. Kei probably ran it by some other vice principal or something.
"Also, fooling around with your boyfriend in your living quarters is strictly prohibited..."
//Well, duh.
"...Without recording what you did. If you did fool around, you have to send your tape to the office."
//Oh gods. If she does know, that witch will so screw us over.
"And of course, if you are a boy, dressing up as a girl, in order to win some television contest, that's not allowed as well."
//Oh, she knows. She knows alright.
Koushiro stared attentively at the stage, but never really listened, his focus fazed out, pondering, pondering, continuously pondering about nothing. Words boomed from the speakers; they reached Koushiro's ears, but not past that.
"Oi." Taichi tapped Koushiro's shoulder.
"What?" Koushiro flinched slightly.
"The opening ceremonies are over, let's go." Yamato said, standing beside Taichi.
Koushiro laughed sheepishly. "Right. Back...home, whatever you call it?"
"I suppose." Ken replied as he joined the short conversation.
[Actually, I'd prefer it if you went over to the counsellors first to fix up your nonexistent course schedule.]
"I almost regret forgetting about your existence sometimes, Kei." Koushiro remarked, slightly annoyed.
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"She will see you in a minute." The secretary nodded.
Taichi, likewise, nodded, turned around, and plopped, sat down on the big sofa like chair.
Takeru, beside him, moved his head close to Taichi. "What did she say?"
"She'll see us in a minute, she says." Taichi repeated.
"Oh."
Tick. Tock.
Ring.
The secretary picked up the phone, held it to her ear, and nodded dully.
"She'll see you now." She looked down and crossed things off on a piece of paper.
"Who?" Ken hesitantly asked.
"All of you."
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"Yes, what is it?" An elderly woman spun on her chair to face the boys.
Yamato removed his hands from his pocket. "We were told to come see you for our course schedule."
"Oh. Courses." The woman said indifferently. "You must be new here, no wonder that you don't have a course plan."
"Firstly. Your...names."
"Dashii Yamako."
"Migaya Taiko."
"Shiikata Takeko."
"Jiujochii Kenko."
"Mizui Koushiko."
The counsellor quickly wrote on her notepad. "Weird names." She noted.
The boys looked at each other.
"Anyway, here's a quick overview." The counsellor dropped her pen. "There are a few courses that are just set there for you, Japanese, math, socials, and physical education. The two options you have is to pick one science out of three, chemistry, physics, or biology, and one elective...out of hell knows how many we have."
Takeru jumped slightly, hearing swear words.
Spinning on her chair again, now facing the computer.
"Yamako...what science will you pick?" The counsellor mumbled, almost so softly that it seemed that she was talking to herself.
"Chemistry."
Tap tap. Click click click.
"Taiko."
"Umm..." Taichi's eyes focused on the other boys, seemingly to ask them what to pick. And each of them seemed to answer with glances that say "Shut up and pick it yourself, you idiot.".
"Biology!" Taichi screamed.
"It's okay. I don't have a hearing deficiency." The counsellor seriously said as she typed the information into the computer.
"Takeko."
"Er...chemistry."
"And Kenko?"
"Physics."
"Finally...Koushiko."
"Physics, as well."
Koushiro and Ken grinned to each other, knowing inwardly that they already started forming a clan, group of sorts, that discriminated stupid people.
Beep.
Durrr.
The counsellor blinked as she grabbed the piece of fax paper and ripped it off the fax machine near the computer.
Blink. Blink.
Spin.
Stare.
Blink.
The counsellor covered her mouth, as if preventing laughter, or shock, whichever comes first, as she exchanged glances between the piece of paper and the group of boys.
Koushiro bit his lower lip.
//[Koushiro] Oh, she knows too.
"Let's go on to electives." The counsellor spun back, biting her lips, desperately trying not to laugh.
"Yama...ko." The counsellor called out. Before instantaneously falling to the ground, and cracking up.
Five minutes later...
"Yama...ko."
Ten minutes later...
"Right, I'm really okay now." The counsellor assured as she took deep breaths.
"Yama...ko."
Five minutes later...
"I'm sorry. I won't laugh anymore." The counsellor nodded. "Yamako."
Having read the electives list for around fifty times during the last twenty minutes the counsellor rolled up on the ground and practically laughed so loud that the neighbouring buildings could've heard her, he quickly responded. "Guitar."
"Guitar..."
Tap tap tap.
"Taiko."
Snatching the list from Yamato, Taichi quickly looked at the list, his fingers directing his eyes.
Taichi scratched his head in this horrible dilemma of what to possibly pick. "Umm...could you eat the food you make in cooking?"
"I take it that you will take cooking if I say yes." The counsellor answered as she pointed her mouse and double clicked.
"Takeko."
"Guitar."
Stares.
"What? What?" Takeru asked frantically, his eyes starting to glint due to a collection of water inside. "Can't I idolize nee-san without people like you staring at me?"
Ken patted Takeru's back.
"Koushiko."
"I'll be taking...information technology." Koushiro stated. "That's computer science."
The counsellor answered by continuing to type into her computer.
"Alright. That's all, I take it."
"Umm..." Ken moved a little outwards from his seat to be noticed. "You haven't asked me yet."
"Kenko? You're taking sewing."
Ken blinked. "No, I'm not."
"Yes you are, you're taking sewing." The counsellor laughed as if Ken was making a joke.
"Jackass." Ken mumbled under his breath.
[Hey, it wasn't my decision. It's the other manager that made this decision.]
"Jackass." Ken repeated.
Drr. Drr.
The counsellor took the pieces of paper from the printer, and handed one accordingly to each of the boys.
Each of them looked at the paper, mesmerized by it.
Ken looked over Koushiro's shoulders, then over Takeru's.
"How come all our courses are at the same time, aside that we have different electives and sciences, but they are also in the same time period?" Ken observed.
"Oh. All of you will be in the same class." The counsellor said calmly. "Aside from when you're taking different classes."
"What?!"
"Yeah. I'd have to admit, the system is a bit screwed. You learn what you did last year, and there are varying ranges of ages in a class." The counsellor sighed. "The only thing that puts people in different classes are the room number ranges. That makes classes really easy for seniors, and hard for juniors."
//[Taichi] Yes!
"Of course, assuming that the senior is smarter than the junior."
//[Taichi] Noooo!
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Opening the door, they were met with the bunch of girls.
"Oh, hi, we're just going shopping now, in case you were wondering." Mimi, bearing wavy pink hair with stars stuck on them, as well as wearing a long sleeved cotton shirt, with a short skirt that seemed to fit her comfortably, said as she slipped into her high heels.
"Do you want to come with us?" Sora, having shoulder length hair, which, unlike Mimi, is asymmetrically styled, wearing a red tee-shirt and white skirt, asked.
Takeru opened his mouth.
Yamato wrestled him down.
"It's okay." Ken stepped up and politely refused.
"In that case, we should go, Miyako-chan is waiting for us at the mall." Hikari adjusted the hair clip clipping her light brown hair.
Slam.
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April 6, 2002 (8:35 a.m.)
Taichi woke up from sleeping the sixth time. He was already sleepy, but the P.E. teacher's lecture on how participation is a large portion of the term mark was surely a great assistance.
"Anyway, I want you girls to go out and run two laps around the oval track." The fairly muscular woman, Ms. Touda (Ms. for muscular she, Taichi reasoned, which is why she is still a Ms.) instructed. "I'll follow a bit afterwards."
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"Oh god, running in the morning. That woman is perverse." Taichi complained to Koushiro as he ran.
Yamato looked back behind his shoulders to find Koushiro and Taichi about three metres behind. "Stop bitching, Taichi."
"Up yours, Yama-chan."
Taichi continued running, which didn't please him, since his eyes were mostly closed, which made him hit various obstacles (a.k.a. trees, walls, big slow bitches). Taichi stopped, panting desperately for air. Yamato was half a lap ahead of Taichi, and Taichi just finished one lap. Normally, Taichi would rip his lungs out to compete with Yamato, but it was morning, and every part of his body should be asleep. Even Koushiro was ahead of him, as well as Takeru and Ken, and also Sora, Mimi, Hikari, and Miyako, who he didn't pay so much attentiont to, but he didn't mind all that much now, since he practically quit running.
"You're done already?" Ms. Touda said as she stepped down from the stairs of the bleachers, impressed.
Taichi blinked.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
"Oh,...um, yeah!" Taichi vigorously nodded.
"Migaya Taiko, aren't you? I'll be paying lots more attention to you from now on." Ms. Touda winked in approval.
Taichi laughed. His fist clenched tightly behind him.
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Taichi ran towards the ball. Soccer is generally categorized into two categories, professional and not professional. In professional soccer, team members stayed at their own area of management, and only ran out if situations were desperate. In not professional soccer, people run at the ball like fangirls running at a young pretty star, hoping to harass. This is not professional soccer.
"Ahhhhh!" Taichi screamed as he slid down intentionally, one leg stretched out towards the ball, knocking down whoever that was in between him and the ball. Standing up, he gained control of the ball under his feet, and expertly moved it out of the way from attacking opponents. Which came by the dozen. Taichi's eyes spun.
//God dammit, they just keep coming and coming like some crappy soldier in a RPG! I'll have to kick the ball out.
Raising his legs far behind him, Taichi kicked the ball with great velocity, which flew past the opposing team that was grouped there, and further past the midcourt. Past that. Past the penalty zone. Past the goal. Past the track. Past the fence.
Screeeeeeeeeech.
Crash.
Screams of people.
Sirens of ambulance.
Takeru watched as Taichi desperately ran up the bleachers.
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Taichi lowered his head onto the desk and closed his eyes. Sleeping in P.E. was difficult, and sleeping in socials was definitely easier, so he did. It was reasonably successful, without notice, he had slept already an hour away. The class was discussing issues about the society, he noted as he semi-woke.
"So...umm." The socials teacher, Mrs. Damire looked down at her seating plan. "What do you think about sexist discrimination in modern society? Migaya Taiko."
Taichi lifted his head and blinked.
Koushiro stared in horror. It was Taichi. Being asked a question upon sexism. Koushiro would be somewhat thankful if Taichi had answered 'It sucks', but it seems that Taichi wouldn't.
Taichi opened his mouth.
"I..."
Koushiro shut his eyes, awaiting for stupid words to come out.
"I think that it has decreased significantly from the earlier times in history, since time allowed women to prove their value, and to decrease the effects of tradition. Surely, it still exists in this society right now, but improvements are still being made, and..."
Koushiro opened his eyes.
Blink.
It was indeed Taichi. Saying those words.
[And over time, with current rates, the inequality wouldn't exist.]
"...Over time, with current rates, the inequality wouldn't exist." Taichi repeated.
"Mmm. Very good." Mrs. Damire complimented. "What do you think would help decrease the sexism against women...Mizui Koushiko."
Koushiro smirked.
"There is still a very large difference of the men and women's status in the society, more direct approaches should be taken. I recommend first having all women join in a communist community for support of each other, at which we send out prostitutes with STDs to sleep with every man on the earth, making them die, eventually, then we would be able to remove discrimination against women."
Silence.
//[Koushiro] That should shut her up for two weeks or so.
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"So, what is 9 choose 6...Migaya Taiko?" The math teacher, an middle aged man, Mr. Yamada asked.
//[Taichi] What the fuck is wrong with everyone today, picking on me?!
Taichi searched the calculator buttons nervously. He had heard that in class that it was SOMEWHERE on the calculator. Not that he'd ever pay attention anyway.
Ten minutes later...
"Are you still trying for the solution, Migaya?" The math teacher demanded impatiently.
"Um...I forgot where the button is."
Mr. Yamada walked towards Taichi, and pointed at a calculator button.
"That one." He pointed at another button. "That button is called '2', do you know how to use that button?"
The class laughed.
Taichi was pissed off. Very pissed off. The series of events today just made him more pissed off. If the pissed off meter ranged from 1 to 10, Taichi would shove the meter up Mr. Yamada's ass.
Taichi swung out his fist, which incidentally/accidentally his Mr. Yamada in the groin.
"Oops. Sorry."
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"You don't seem to get along well with most teachers." Sora observed.
"They piss me off." Taichi grumbled.
"Maybe you'll find better teachers on Day 2."
"Hopefully." Taichi muttered as he walked.
Koushiro ran up and patted Taichi's shoulders. "Hey!"
"Oh, hey." Taichi dully returned.
"We're going to sign up for clubs, you go home first." Yamato said, walking past Taichi.
"Clubs..." Taichi repeated as he watched the four boys semi-ran down the hall.
"Is there a soccer team?" Taichi asked Sora, still facing down the hall.
"Mmm, yeah. But they don't start this early, about a couple weeks after the first day of school or so." Sora explained, looking upwards, rethinking if her information is right.
"Let's go home then." Taichi sighed happily, and positioned his hands so that they were behind him, but his elbows were point up.
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"No kidding!" Taichi exclaimed. "You used to play soccer too?"
Sora giggled slightly. "Yeah, used to. I've now taken up playing tennis, though."
"Oh, tennis. Too bad, It would've been nice to play soccer with you."
"I'm glad." Sora turned to Taichi, then gently smiled.
"You're glad?" Taichi repeated, quite confused.
"I thought that the new roommates would've been unpleasant, but it turns out that you're all very nice."
Blush.
"Although you're not too girly, Taichi-chan."
Taichi took both statements as compliments.
"Ah, well." Taichi continued on walking, swinging his arms further than he used to, unable to find his natural actions.
Sora sped up, taking quick steps up beside Taichi.
"I wonder if he got back yet..."
"He?" Taichi wrinkled his eyebrows. He distinctly recalled that there were to be no 'he's in the lower living area of the school, Aside from themselves, but no one is supposed to know that anyway.
Stomp.
Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp.
Tackle.
Taichi felt like he was run over by a truck. A Land-Rover. Or at least those damn big American Lincoln cars, those are big too. Taichi opened his eyes.
Something, something, Taichi couldn't tell, with very light blue fur covering its top portion, its back, and on that fur, there were strange looking navy stripes. The front of its body was yellow, and its abnormal looking tail as well. A horn, Taichi thought someone impaled that thing with a piece of sharp looking cheese, jutted out from its head. Big eyes glared, and a nose with mouth beneath were slightly in front. Taichi reasoned that it was a dog. Although, the last time he saw a dog, it didn't have a horn. Dogs must have evolved, Taichi comforted himself.
"Gabu-chan!" Sora quickly ran up and hugged the thing sitting on Taichi's stomach tightly. It, whatever it was, seemed to suffocate.
"Gabu-chan?" Taichi asked, remaining lying on the ground.
"Yep, Gabu-chan. Its full name is Gabumon, but I thought that sounded kind of weird." Sora nodded. "I must have forgotten to tell you. We have a dog, and we just sent it off to the vet a few days ago. It usually comes back on its own. We found it in the streets, we felt so sorry for it that we took it in."
Gabu snarled.
Sora blinked continuously. "But it usually takes strangers quite well. The only thing it usually dislikes is a guy."
Taichi gulped.
With tremendous effort, Sora lifted up Gabu and walked up the stairs.
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"So we have to live with this thing as well?" Yamato pointed, disgustingly at Gabu.
"Shh." Taichi shushed. "The girls are in the kitchen, don't be so loud."
"And this thing hates guys." Takeru noted. "It's not like we like it as well."
Gabu growled.
"That'll make our job a whole lot easier." Ken remarked sarcastically. "We only need to avoid it mowing us down every twenty four hours."
"We're going out to buy some food, take care of Gabu until we come back!"
Slam.
Silence.
"Well, at least now we can talk more freely." Yamato sighed.
"About me?" Gabu asked.
"Yeah." Yamato grabbed a batch of hair from his shoulders and threw it back. Long hair has started to annoy him.
"It's not nice to talk bad about people, especially when they're here, you know."
"So?"
Blink.
Yamato blinked again. And again.
Yamato pointed his finger accusingly at Gabu. "Were you talking?"
"Yeah."
Releasing his breath, Yamato walked a few steps over, then fainted on top of the other, already fainted, guys.
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"Yo, wake up." Gabu slapped Ken. Over and over again.
"I'm up!" Ken screamed, his eyes opening like a camera shutter.
"So, what ARE you?" Koushiro gently questioned, so that it doesn't offend Gabu, but putting an emphasis on 'are' doesn't help.
"I'm a dog." Gabu scratched its ears. "They don't know that I talk, though, don't tell the girls."
"Oh." Koushiro nodded. Deciding not to question any further until proper acknowledgement has passed him.
"We need to have an agreement." Gabu hopped up to a chair and sat down.
"I'm sorry, we usually don't have agreements with talking horned dogs." Yamato retorted.
Gabu ignored that remark. "The girls, oh god, they are nice and all." Gabu the proceeded to cover his face with both his paws. "But...you don't know how much of a vegetarian they can be! Even at sometimes when they eat meat, they make me eat vegetables, claiming that I'll get fat if I eat meat and all that! And when they're bored, they dress me up, with the ribbons, and, and the make up, and the weird accessories!"
Then, Gabu broke down crying.
Taichi put a hand on Gabu's shoulders, patting. "Don't worry, we know how you feel."
Quickly, Gabu stopped crying. "So, I'm asking you to discourage them to dress me up, and sneak me meat. Among other things that I want, and I won't make your identity be revealed."
Ken scoffed. "If you tell them, then they'll know that you talk!"
"OR, I can rip your skirt off."
"Or that." Ken inched away.
"If you don't want your life to be more frantic than it is, I don't think you have a choice." Gabu smirked confidently. Koushiro inwardly growled. He hated people that outsmarted him. Not only people, but it's a dog with a horn that outsmarted him, which makes it worse.
"Deal." Yamato agreed, and shook hands/paws with Gabu.
"So, from now on-"
Slam.
"Sorry, I forgot the shopping list." Hikari laughed, embarrassed, as she ran to the kitchen.
"Was that Gabu talking that I heard?"
"Meow, meow meow."
"Probably not, then. Gabu always likes to make sounds sometimes." Hikari recalled, as she grabbed the list and ran back out the door.
Slam.
"Meow?" Takeru raised one eyebrow.
"I wasn't thinking."
"You better hope that she doesn't, either."
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban 02: Digimon 02
Next Episode:
Takeru: My second day of school. This is so boring. But! I finally get to go shopping with some of the girls. I'm so happy! *sigh* I get to be with a girl, even if it is shopping-. Eh?! Da...Daisuke?!
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Sorry for the late release!
I chose to use Gabumon because he was compatible plotwise more than any other Digimon I could find.
Anyway, review lots!
-Lumi