Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello again. I'm sorry for the late release last time (I usually release weekly, at weekends. You would probably catch me releasing the chapter somewhere near 4 am.) The untimely release resulted in less reviews than usual, but more than I expected. A big thank you for all of those that reviewed!
New reviewers: Andrainjohn, The Informer, and Measse.
I really appreciate those who supported me from the very start as well as those who are beginning to acknowledge and support this fanfic, and will be joining me for the long run (you didn't know it was long? Technically, I had 12 chapters. Too late to get off now, bwahahahaha). Although it's supposedly not so great and author like to insist on reviews (which I crave, if you didn't notice it yet), I still do it. The reason is that I want to know that people read my fic (rather than "Hmm. I just posted my fanfic on the internet- no! Don't you go and read it, bitch!), or else I wouldn't bother posting it online. It might not be noble, but reviews are things that I used to see any comments people feel about my fic as well as knowing how many people enjoy it.
Another thing I noticed, my fanfic is under the major category Romance (and under the minor category Humor, if you search for Humor, you shouldn't be able to find this fic). I'll refrain from using some weird ass analogy, but seriously, I don't see an awful lot of romance. That's certainly not because of my gender, I tend to enjoy shounen-ai fics which most boys frown upon as well. But it's the story. Well. See. If I had lots of romance initially, this fic would turn out something like this:
Taichi closed the door and eyed Sora.
"Ne, Sora-chan?" Taichi casually asked. "Are you a lesbian?"
Sora hastily closed her book and stood up. "You bet I am."
Taichi and Sora then proceeded to suck on each other's neck.
...Which is not so nice. There could be another version with the line "Do you like crossdressers?", but I won't go there. As a result, I'm restricted to how romantic things get at first. Of course, I'll try and insert a few innocent flirts to keep my romantic readers. What was my point? Ah, right. So if you were wondering why this fic is not very matching to its category currently, that's why.
I should really give myself a rant corner so that I don't bottle up so much stuff. But some readers are here strictly to see Taichi go through a menstrual cycle, so maybe I shouldn't put one in. I don't know. You say, little annoying rant for every single chapter or big annoying rant for one in several chapters?
Anyway, this chapter is an interlude. The reason being it's too disjointed to be an actual 'episode', and it doesn't really have a point (doesn't have a point? I think I just described my entire fanfic series). There will be several character interactions in this, and they do not all necessarily hint romance (or at least resulting romance), so please hold anything back in case you were going to go 'Why did you have x talk to y but not z? I thought you said this fic had a x/y coupling!'
Interesting Digimon information of the week: Did you know that V-mon's seiyuu (voice-actor) in Japan is Noda Junko, who also voice acted for Konno Mitsune in Love Hina and Izawa Maho in Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou? (information taken from official Japanese Digimon 02 site)
I'm sorry. I'll shut up now.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Really.
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Interlude: Kaeri Michi
(in no reference to the Digimon couple Michi)
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"So how was class today, Tai-ch, er, Taichi-chan?" Sora asked, putting up her usual smile.
"Bad. Total screw." Taichi replied angrily as he walked, stomping every step.
Sora frowned and wrinkled her eyebrows against Taichi's rash and angry reply. However, she thought, this anger had quite fitted and summarized Taichi. Impulsive and irritable, yet Taichi radiated a sense of...counter- girlishness which made him rather cute, considering his appearance.
"Why so?" Sora asked, following Taichi steps behind. Oddly, as they exited the school, Taichi had simply located where their dorm house was, and decided to walk straight through all the grass field, flowers, trees, fences, and walls rather than follow the paved road.
"Kou, that bast-...bitch, she was basically flipping around in her bed all the freaking night, so I couldn't sleep. I could barely wake up this morning and live through the freaking day."
"Kou-chan?"
"Yeah. Hell, this is so damn annoying. I wouldn't call her by -chan if the bastard teachers at the school would get me in trouble if they heard me calling others without -chan. That's plain stupid and retarded. Did I tell you that?" Taichi stopped and looked over his shoulder to see Sora shrugging, then continued walking.
"Anyway, I was saying, I nearly got through the entire day, and finally, we get to cooking, but that boring bitch just kept talking about nutritional values instead of letting us cook. I fell asleep without knowing it, and that bitch noticed me and just went and chuck this -son of a bitch- chalk at me, I was sleeping on the desk, so the chalk flew into my hair and now it's LODGED in there, I couldn't get it out now."
Sora blinked as Taichi stomped onwards. She had been hanging around 'her' too much lately. If swear words served as nutrition, Sora would be quite overweight by now.
Irritable indeed.
"You could probably take a shower when you get back." Sora suggested loudly, hoping that Taichi would hear her in his outraged state. "That'll soften the hair, and you could probably get it out that way."
"The chalk will colour my hair." Taichi grumbled.
"Think of it as bleaching. White is kind of cool nowadays."
"It's a yellow chalk."
"Ah...umm. You could wash it off, after all."
Sora put her hand on Taichi's shoulders and applied minor pressure to denote that she wanted him to stop.
"What is it?" Taichi turned around, his face looking less angry, but rather, a bit guilty. Perhaps for shouting at Sora indirectly, perhaps for something else.
"Look, you usually don't get this mad. I know that this is probably a hard time for you." Sora said understandingly, reaching her hand into her bag, then searching around.
"A hard time?" Taichi repeated, puzzled.
Sora took out a hand-sized, small tubular stick in plastic wrapping and placed it in Taichi's hands.
"You know, it's that time of the month. You'll need this."
Taichi blinked.
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"You're a hacker?" Miyako asked the second time.
"Yes." Koushiro nodded, rolling his eyes. He then regained his posture and walked, tapping his feet against the asphalt and staring at the blooming flowers.
"Isn't that illegal?" Miyako uncomfortably questioned.
"No, no." Koushiro shook his head. "Not a hacker in that way. Initially, hackers was a term that meant people that were good and frequently tampered with computers. I'm referring to that."
"Although I DO do a bit of that other one." Koushiro said to himself, even though Miyako overheard.
"Oh, I see. Didn't know that." Miyako sheepishly nodded.
"You've never hacked?" Koushiro raised an eyebrow.
"Not really." Miyako recalled. "I'm really good with computers compared to most other girls, but I don't hack. I did try it once."
"What happened?"
"Oh, it was horrible." Miyako made a disgusted face. "Whichever IP (1) I tried, that person made a window that popped up on my desktop and said to me...er...something like 'Hahaha, u r über n00b, I am 1337 hax0rz, I r0x0rz ur b0x0rz' (2), then my computer exploded. I vowed never to try hacking again. I didn't even wear boxers!"
Koushiro winced. Sounded like one of the fun trips he took.
"Well, I usually don't do it unless people piss me off. It's my way of dealing justice on the internet. I usually use a laptop to do things, so it's more difficult for some people to track me down, although not impossible."
"You seem to know a lot about computers, Kou-chan." Miyako remarked, slightly impressed. "The most illegal thing I did once was download a 'warez'."
Koushiro chuckled.
"You don't need to download warez. If you have a good hexadecimal (4) editor and you know what you're doing, you can by pass any program protection."
Miyako smirked. Most of what Koushiro did on computer was after all, not so legal.
"Really? That's like tapping into the computer code."
"Yeah. I'll teach you sometime if I have the time."
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Takeru took slow gentle steps, making his sure that the heel of his shoe is just right in front of the toe of his other shoe, no more, no less.
Hikari, on the other hand, walked normally, but slowly to 'keep up' with Takeru.
Hikari smiled at Takeru, her expression comparable to the afternoon sun.
Takeru smiled back, wanted to say something, but felt at a lack for words and didn't know what the hell to say.
"So, how is your boyfriend?"
Takeru bit himself. Thinking 'Don't let her start the topic next time. Talk. Talk about whatever. Talk about beavers, damn you.' Apparently, not fully mentally healthy.
"Oh. Umm. He's nice." Takeru nodded. "So anyway..."
"So, how is your relationship going?"
//Dammit, why are girls so nosey?
"Umm. It's going fine."
"Wouldn't it be hard for you two, going to different schools and all?"
Blink blink.
"Umm...no, not at all."
"How far are you two right now?"
"Nowhere." Takeru paced a bit faster.
Sensing his repeated discomfort, Hikari decided to cease the questioning.
"So, have you decided on a club to join?" Hikari asked, momentarily after the silent pause.
"The basketball team, I guess, if that counts." Takeru shrugged.
"Sport clubs? Were you in a team before?"
"Yeah. I was captain of the basketball team before." Takeru pressed himself to refrain from grinning.
"Oh really? That's pretty good. How did your team do?"
"We won against most other teams. During the semi-finals, though, we lost against the Kirote team. It was a close game."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't Kirote an all boys school?"
Takeru's eyes reduced so small circles and his mouth expanded into a rectangle.
"Er...er...!"
Hikari stared at Takeru.
"You know! I...um, cheerlead as well. So I was talking about cheerleading. Ahahaha."
"You were talking about playing the actual basketball game."
"Really? Really? I must have phased out!"
"So you went against Kirote's cheerleading team?"
"Hahaha. Yeah."
"How did you win, then?"
"Oh, you know, team spirit, the better we cheer the better we score, lala?" Takeru fidgeted.
"So you lost against their...cheerleading?"
"That's...right." Takeru wished that someone would come and bury him in a hole, provided that hole has a tunnel that leads elsewhere up ground.
"But I thought Kirote was an all boys school."
Takeru's hair is starting to float due to the constant shaking he is doing.
"Oh. Er...yeah. We...um, went against their...er...male cheerleading team."
Hikari winced.
"And you still lost?"
"...Yeah."
"No offence, but I think you should just stick to basketball."
"..."
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"So what did you want to talk to us about, Koushiro?" Ken asked.
"Umm." Koushiro suspiciously turned his head around in all directions, making sure that no one at all is around. They were standing under a tree, Koushiro had gathered Taichi (forcefully pulled here), Yamato (indifferently followed), Takeru (stood there like a statue while being pushed here), and Ken (who trailed Koushiro like the submissive little puppy he is) here for, quote, something 'important'. Although this was the open field, Koushiro claimed that this place was safer than back in the dorm house, where they are trapped with the girls.
"You remember when Kei shipped us a box of cell phones?" Koushiro reminded.
Nods.
"Well, I figured. What, I mean, why, would he ship us cell phones? We already have this." Koushiro tapped by his ear, indicating the codec transmitter.
"So I went down to our old school, and went to talk to Fugishima-sensei."
"That crazy son of a bitch?!" Taichi shouted.
"Geez, you don't have to be so pissed at him, Taichi. He only tried an experiment on you." Yamato tsked.
"He tried to dissect me!"
"He WAS going to clone you afterwards so it wouldn't matter."
"Ahem" Koushiro coughed. "Anyway, remember that he had invested like lots of money on a ray machine? Which no one used at all? Well, I thought that if I shined the ray then look at the results, I might be able to see what was so special inside the cell phone without taking it apart. I tried to take it apart, but it's all tightly sealed."
"And?" Ken anxiously asked.
"I found that, according to my knowledge, the normal cell phone components only took up..." Koushiro reached into his pocket and pulled out a purple shiny cell, then pointed at the corner of it. "About one tenth of this cell phone. Alpha, beta, and gamma ray were also intercepted from this phone all at once."
Blink.
"What's the other nine tenths, then?" Takeru asked, confused. "And what's all those rays doing there?"
"Good question. So, I went back home and experimented a bit." Koushiro pressed a long button combination, each press giving off a different tone of beep. "And I found out that it can do...this."
Beep.
A holographic rectangle popped up.
"It's a hyperspace computer." Koushiro explained, as he dragged the hologram with his fingers.
"It works in correspondence to all the other phones, and can track their positions." Koushiro moved his finger back and forth once slightly, then another window popped up, with five dots gathering in a map.
Takeru side stepped, and watched in amusement as one of the dots moved with him, then stepped in another direction, and again.
Koushiro pointed his finger at the moving dot, and another window popped.
( Name: Takaishi Takeru
Current status: Alive
Relative position: 1.42 metres at 78 degrees East of South
Current activities: Being a retard )
"There's also advanced statistics, but I won't get into that." Koushiro touched the right corner of the very first window, causing all the holograms to disappear. "There are also lots more other functions, but I should probably ask Kei about that."
"Holy shit..." Yamato's eyes nearly bulged.
"That is sooo Minority Report(5)." Takeru commented.
"Am I dreaming?" Ken wondered out loud.
Slap.
"Ow." Ken held his cheek in reaction to Taichi's bitchslap.
"Can I give you another one?"
"I'll think about it."
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Vocal: Friends - Houshin Engi
"Thanks." Yamato said without moving his lips too much. "This morning."
Gabu looked up at Yamato as he slowly walked on four legs, closely beside Yamato.
"You took my binder here today when I forgot it back in my room." Yamato casually said.
"Ah, it was no big deal." Gabu muttered quietly.
"You got the girls screaming and molesting you, though, when you came into the classroom." Yamato recalled.
"They're making steak tonight." Gabu stated.
"I'll try."
"You seem pretty down lately." Gabu looked up at Yamato.
"It's nothing."
"It doesn't seem like nothing to me."
"It doesn't concern you." Yamato said without looking down at Gabu.
"Can I help?"
"Can you write songs?"
Gabu held his head down.
Yamato patted Gabu's head.
"I appreciate the thought."
"Yamato-"
"Yama-chaaaaaan!"
Mimi speedily approached Yamato.
"Woof, woof." Gabu quickly changed.
Odd glance.
"Aww. You poor thing, you can always talk to me if you need someone to talk to." Mimi comforted Yamato.
Yamato looked away, embarrassed.
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"You always seem so...boyish. Taichi-chan." Hikari observed.
"Heh heh heh...really?" Taichi nervously laughed, his cold sweat hidden.
"Yep. You dress like a boy, you talk like a boy, you act like a boy." Hikari held her chin as she listed. "You shouldn't act so tomboy-ish, or you'll never get a boyfriend!"
//I. Don't. Want. One.
Taichi continued to laugh idiotically.
"You know, I haven't seen lots of people like you." Hikari noted. "Brown hair, brown eyes, just like me. Most people have black features."
Taichi looked and carefully scanned Hikari's features.
"Oh yeah. How odd. I rarely see people with brown features as well."
"Maybe we're lost siblings?" Hikari joked.
"Maybe." Taichi chuckled.
"Then you'll be my onee-chan(6)." Hikari concluded in a sing-song voice.
"And you'll be my imouto(6)."
And they continued down the trail.
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"Oh. You've changed your hairclip." Takeru noted, pointing at his own head, showing the position he referred to.
"Yeah." Hikari nodded. "I lost this one a few weeks ago, so I'm using it again, I found it under some of my clothes in the drawer yesterday."
Takeru's eyes moved from Hikari's eyes to her forehead. It was a plain red clip.
"That other one you had looked better on you." Takeru compared.
"Maybe. I don't know. This one has more sentimental value, and I've worn it for a long time."
"Sentimental value?" Takeru tilted his head.
"Yeah. I don't remember a lot, but..." Hikari reached her hand up to touch the clip lightly. "I remember that a boy had given it to me when I was really small. Really small. I can't even remember who that boy was. But he was very sweet." Hikari smiled naturally.
A boy.
Takeru felt somewhat disturbed by that. He wasn't supposed to. It had been just a boy that had given her something when she was really small. Hell, she doesn't even remember him.
"Oh, I see."
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"...and it's almost been a month, and he hasn't even called me yet, not to apologize or anything!" Miyako threw a fit. A really big fit.
"Maybe he had reasons..." Ken stuttered.
"What reasons?! I just can't stand it. It pisses me of so much."
Ken had then imagined the scenario where Miyako knew Ken was actually male and Ichijouji Ken, it had resulted in something about Ken's corpse being so utterly disfigured that they resorted to cremating.
"You should just forget about it." Ken suggested mildly.
"No! No! No!" Miyako swung her fist in the air.
Perhaps comforting her with the face of (or being) Ichijouji didn't really help.
"I'm sure better guys will come by." Ken continued, progressively walking at an angle so that he set a safer distance between.
"Who are you kidding? I've seen plenty of guys, none of them are good!"
"That's not true." Ken defended.
"Umm. How about..." Ken pondered. "Takuma. From the café?"
"He's gay."
"Oh." Ken blinked. He has already begun to wonder if that statement was actually true, there being no dateable guys. Either way, Ichijouji Ken's reputation is already in the dumps.
"Just...look harder. Maybe some guys aren't as they seem to be." Ken said so that he seemed optimistic, rather than trying to recover Miyako's impression of him.
"Perhaps..."
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Yamato sighed.
Taichi watched as Yamato sighed, annoyed.
"Dammit, stop sighing!" Taichi commanded.
"Sorry, was I sighing again?" Yamato broke out of his pensiveness.
"What's wrong?" Taichi asked.
"You know, blah blah..."
30 minutes later...
".and so, blah blah blah."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Taichi shook his head.
"I didn't tell you, of course you didn't know." Yamato rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time until summer to write the songs." Taichi insured.
"Really?" Yamato stretched his arms. "I've come up with practically nothing right now. If I do the same for the rest of the month, I'd be screwed over."
"Is signing NG really that important?"
"It's not just important, it's almost essential. Nearly all bands under NG were successful, with the exception of ASK. Their management is good, they can spend lots of budget on advertisements, anything. It's just that Quatre look-alike is such a son of a bitch!"
"Quatre look-alike?" Taichi raised an eyebrow.
"Never mind." Yamato waved it off. "Anyway, my point is, it's now or never, I don't think I can wait one year and beg them to take in the Teenage Wolves."
"This will be harsh on you. There's lots of chances that people from this school will go to the concert, you know?"
"I know. It's alright, I guess. Sora and Mimi saw me once as Yamato, they didn't recognize the resemblance." Yamato recollected. "At least not with Yamako's cover story."
"I guess you can get by that. But lots more people will go, that'll make lots of suspicions."
"I know, but I can't worry about that right now, having songs to write before the deadline." Yamato sighed. Yet again. "Dammit! This will be so screwed up!"
Taichi looked at Yamato in pity.
"Here." Taichi took Yamato's open hand, and placed the contents of his own hand into Yamato's. "This might help."
And Taichi ran off.
Yamato stared at the tampon in his hand.
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Koushiro adjusted the window, then hovered his finger over a dot.
(Name: Ichijouji Ken
Current status: Half-dead
Relative position: 357.05 metres at 13 degrees west of north
Current activities: Listening to Miyako complain)
Koushiro chuckled, then moved his finger over two rapidly moving dots, which suddenly stopped upon contact..
(Name: Yagami Taichi
Current status: Near death
Relative position: 213.73 metres at 43 degrees east of north
Current activities: Choking)
Koushiro blinked.
(Name: Ishida Yamato
Current status: Tired
Relative position: 213 metres at 43 degrees east of south
Current activities: Forcing a tampon down Taichi's throat)
Koushiro trailed his finger to the last dot.
(Name: Takaishi Takeru
Current status: Fine
Relative position: 0.3 metres at south
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban02 - Digimon 02
Koushiro: On the next episode of Boku/Ata, I twisted my ankle, and am forced to stay in the dormitory house with Mimi as everyone else goes to the mall. Again. Mimi attempts experiments on making ice cream. I am intimidated.
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Points of interest:
1) IP- Internet Protocol. Your 'internet identification', for that particular online login, anyway. It might subject to change the next time you go online depending on your internet type.
2) Strange internet ghetto language thing. Translates to 'Hahaha, you are über (super (or something) in German) newbie, I am leet (elite) hacker, I rock your boxers"
3) Warez- Illegal pirated full version programs available for download without paying the necessary fee for it.
4) Hexadecimal- A number system with base 16, counts as 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, A, B, C, D, E, F, 10, 11,...1A, 1B, etc. A common system used in computer language.
5) In the movie Minority Report, a certain computer can be accessed by motioning your hands to activate and use holographic windows.
6) Onee-chan - older sister
Imouto - younger sister
Oi! That's that. I like how this is done, as I can simply set up situations without necessarily justifying for them. Did you like that kind of set up? I might do one or two other ones like this, but it won't be a large part. Anyway, review.
-Lumi
Hello again. I'm sorry for the late release last time (I usually release weekly, at weekends. You would probably catch me releasing the chapter somewhere near 4 am.) The untimely release resulted in less reviews than usual, but more than I expected. A big thank you for all of those that reviewed!
New reviewers: Andrainjohn, The Informer, and Measse.
I really appreciate those who supported me from the very start as well as those who are beginning to acknowledge and support this fanfic, and will be joining me for the long run (you didn't know it was long? Technically, I had 12 chapters. Too late to get off now, bwahahahaha). Although it's supposedly not so great and author like to insist on reviews (which I crave, if you didn't notice it yet), I still do it. The reason is that I want to know that people read my fic (rather than "Hmm. I just posted my fanfic on the internet- no! Don't you go and read it, bitch!), or else I wouldn't bother posting it online. It might not be noble, but reviews are things that I used to see any comments people feel about my fic as well as knowing how many people enjoy it.
Another thing I noticed, my fanfic is under the major category Romance (and under the minor category Humor, if you search for Humor, you shouldn't be able to find this fic). I'll refrain from using some weird ass analogy, but seriously, I don't see an awful lot of romance. That's certainly not because of my gender, I tend to enjoy shounen-ai fics which most boys frown upon as well. But it's the story. Well. See. If I had lots of romance initially, this fic would turn out something like this:
Taichi closed the door and eyed Sora.
"Ne, Sora-chan?" Taichi casually asked. "Are you a lesbian?"
Sora hastily closed her book and stood up. "You bet I am."
Taichi and Sora then proceeded to suck on each other's neck.
...Which is not so nice. There could be another version with the line "Do you like crossdressers?", but I won't go there. As a result, I'm restricted to how romantic things get at first. Of course, I'll try and insert a few innocent flirts to keep my romantic readers. What was my point? Ah, right. So if you were wondering why this fic is not very matching to its category currently, that's why.
I should really give myself a rant corner so that I don't bottle up so much stuff. But some readers are here strictly to see Taichi go through a menstrual cycle, so maybe I shouldn't put one in. I don't know. You say, little annoying rant for every single chapter or big annoying rant for one in several chapters?
Anyway, this chapter is an interlude. The reason being it's too disjointed to be an actual 'episode', and it doesn't really have a point (doesn't have a point? I think I just described my entire fanfic series). There will be several character interactions in this, and they do not all necessarily hint romance (or at least resulting romance), so please hold anything back in case you were going to go 'Why did you have x talk to y but not z? I thought you said this fic had a x/y coupling!'
Interesting Digimon information of the week: Did you know that V-mon's seiyuu (voice-actor) in Japan is Noda Junko, who also voice acted for Konno Mitsune in Love Hina and Izawa Maho in Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou? (information taken from official Japanese Digimon 02 site)
I'm sorry. I'll shut up now.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Really.
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Interlude: Kaeri Michi
(in no reference to the Digimon couple Michi)
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"So how was class today, Tai-ch, er, Taichi-chan?" Sora asked, putting up her usual smile.
"Bad. Total screw." Taichi replied angrily as he walked, stomping every step.
Sora frowned and wrinkled her eyebrows against Taichi's rash and angry reply. However, she thought, this anger had quite fitted and summarized Taichi. Impulsive and irritable, yet Taichi radiated a sense of...counter- girlishness which made him rather cute, considering his appearance.
"Why so?" Sora asked, following Taichi steps behind. Oddly, as they exited the school, Taichi had simply located where their dorm house was, and decided to walk straight through all the grass field, flowers, trees, fences, and walls rather than follow the paved road.
"Kou, that bast-...bitch, she was basically flipping around in her bed all the freaking night, so I couldn't sleep. I could barely wake up this morning and live through the freaking day."
"Kou-chan?"
"Yeah. Hell, this is so damn annoying. I wouldn't call her by -chan if the bastard teachers at the school would get me in trouble if they heard me calling others without -chan. That's plain stupid and retarded. Did I tell you that?" Taichi stopped and looked over his shoulder to see Sora shrugging, then continued walking.
"Anyway, I was saying, I nearly got through the entire day, and finally, we get to cooking, but that boring bitch just kept talking about nutritional values instead of letting us cook. I fell asleep without knowing it, and that bitch noticed me and just went and chuck this -son of a bitch- chalk at me, I was sleeping on the desk, so the chalk flew into my hair and now it's LODGED in there, I couldn't get it out now."
Sora blinked as Taichi stomped onwards. She had been hanging around 'her' too much lately. If swear words served as nutrition, Sora would be quite overweight by now.
Irritable indeed.
"You could probably take a shower when you get back." Sora suggested loudly, hoping that Taichi would hear her in his outraged state. "That'll soften the hair, and you could probably get it out that way."
"The chalk will colour my hair." Taichi grumbled.
"Think of it as bleaching. White is kind of cool nowadays."
"It's a yellow chalk."
"Ah...umm. You could wash it off, after all."
Sora put her hand on Taichi's shoulders and applied minor pressure to denote that she wanted him to stop.
"What is it?" Taichi turned around, his face looking less angry, but rather, a bit guilty. Perhaps for shouting at Sora indirectly, perhaps for something else.
"Look, you usually don't get this mad. I know that this is probably a hard time for you." Sora said understandingly, reaching her hand into her bag, then searching around.
"A hard time?" Taichi repeated, puzzled.
Sora took out a hand-sized, small tubular stick in plastic wrapping and placed it in Taichi's hands.
"You know, it's that time of the month. You'll need this."
Taichi blinked.
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"You're a hacker?" Miyako asked the second time.
"Yes." Koushiro nodded, rolling his eyes. He then regained his posture and walked, tapping his feet against the asphalt and staring at the blooming flowers.
"Isn't that illegal?" Miyako uncomfortably questioned.
"No, no." Koushiro shook his head. "Not a hacker in that way. Initially, hackers was a term that meant people that were good and frequently tampered with computers. I'm referring to that."
"Although I DO do a bit of that other one." Koushiro said to himself, even though Miyako overheard.
"Oh, I see. Didn't know that." Miyako sheepishly nodded.
"You've never hacked?" Koushiro raised an eyebrow.
"Not really." Miyako recalled. "I'm really good with computers compared to most other girls, but I don't hack. I did try it once."
"What happened?"
"Oh, it was horrible." Miyako made a disgusted face. "Whichever IP (1) I tried, that person made a window that popped up on my desktop and said to me...er...something like 'Hahaha, u r über n00b, I am 1337 hax0rz, I r0x0rz ur b0x0rz' (2), then my computer exploded. I vowed never to try hacking again. I didn't even wear boxers!"
Koushiro winced. Sounded like one of the fun trips he took.
"Well, I usually don't do it unless people piss me off. It's my way of dealing justice on the internet. I usually use a laptop to do things, so it's more difficult for some people to track me down, although not impossible."
"You seem to know a lot about computers, Kou-chan." Miyako remarked, slightly impressed. "The most illegal thing I did once was download a 'warez'."
Koushiro chuckled.
"You don't need to download warez. If you have a good hexadecimal (4) editor and you know what you're doing, you can by pass any program protection."
Miyako smirked. Most of what Koushiro did on computer was after all, not so legal.
"Really? That's like tapping into the computer code."
"Yeah. I'll teach you sometime if I have the time."
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Takeru took slow gentle steps, making his sure that the heel of his shoe is just right in front of the toe of his other shoe, no more, no less.
Hikari, on the other hand, walked normally, but slowly to 'keep up' with Takeru.
Hikari smiled at Takeru, her expression comparable to the afternoon sun.
Takeru smiled back, wanted to say something, but felt at a lack for words and didn't know what the hell to say.
"So, how is your boyfriend?"
Takeru bit himself. Thinking 'Don't let her start the topic next time. Talk. Talk about whatever. Talk about beavers, damn you.' Apparently, not fully mentally healthy.
"Oh. Umm. He's nice." Takeru nodded. "So anyway..."
"So, how is your relationship going?"
//Dammit, why are girls so nosey?
"Umm. It's going fine."
"Wouldn't it be hard for you two, going to different schools and all?"
Blink blink.
"Umm...no, not at all."
"How far are you two right now?"
"Nowhere." Takeru paced a bit faster.
Sensing his repeated discomfort, Hikari decided to cease the questioning.
"So, have you decided on a club to join?" Hikari asked, momentarily after the silent pause.
"The basketball team, I guess, if that counts." Takeru shrugged.
"Sport clubs? Were you in a team before?"
"Yeah. I was captain of the basketball team before." Takeru pressed himself to refrain from grinning.
"Oh really? That's pretty good. How did your team do?"
"We won against most other teams. During the semi-finals, though, we lost against the Kirote team. It was a close game."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't Kirote an all boys school?"
Takeru's eyes reduced so small circles and his mouth expanded into a rectangle.
"Er...er...!"
Hikari stared at Takeru.
"You know! I...um, cheerlead as well. So I was talking about cheerleading. Ahahaha."
"You were talking about playing the actual basketball game."
"Really? Really? I must have phased out!"
"So you went against Kirote's cheerleading team?"
"Hahaha. Yeah."
"How did you win, then?"
"Oh, you know, team spirit, the better we cheer the better we score, lala?" Takeru fidgeted.
"So you lost against their...cheerleading?"
"That's...right." Takeru wished that someone would come and bury him in a hole, provided that hole has a tunnel that leads elsewhere up ground.
"But I thought Kirote was an all boys school."
Takeru's hair is starting to float due to the constant shaking he is doing.
"Oh. Er...yeah. We...um, went against their...er...male cheerleading team."
Hikari winced.
"And you still lost?"
"...Yeah."
"No offence, but I think you should just stick to basketball."
"..."
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"So what did you want to talk to us about, Koushiro?" Ken asked.
"Umm." Koushiro suspiciously turned his head around in all directions, making sure that no one at all is around. They were standing under a tree, Koushiro had gathered Taichi (forcefully pulled here), Yamato (indifferently followed), Takeru (stood there like a statue while being pushed here), and Ken (who trailed Koushiro like the submissive little puppy he is) here for, quote, something 'important'. Although this was the open field, Koushiro claimed that this place was safer than back in the dorm house, where they are trapped with the girls.
"You remember when Kei shipped us a box of cell phones?" Koushiro reminded.
Nods.
"Well, I figured. What, I mean, why, would he ship us cell phones? We already have this." Koushiro tapped by his ear, indicating the codec transmitter.
"So I went down to our old school, and went to talk to Fugishima-sensei."
"That crazy son of a bitch?!" Taichi shouted.
"Geez, you don't have to be so pissed at him, Taichi. He only tried an experiment on you." Yamato tsked.
"He tried to dissect me!"
"He WAS going to clone you afterwards so it wouldn't matter."
"Ahem" Koushiro coughed. "Anyway, remember that he had invested like lots of money on a ray machine? Which no one used at all? Well, I thought that if I shined the ray then look at the results, I might be able to see what was so special inside the cell phone without taking it apart. I tried to take it apart, but it's all tightly sealed."
"And?" Ken anxiously asked.
"I found that, according to my knowledge, the normal cell phone components only took up..." Koushiro reached into his pocket and pulled out a purple shiny cell, then pointed at the corner of it. "About one tenth of this cell phone. Alpha, beta, and gamma ray were also intercepted from this phone all at once."
Blink.
"What's the other nine tenths, then?" Takeru asked, confused. "And what's all those rays doing there?"
"Good question. So, I went back home and experimented a bit." Koushiro pressed a long button combination, each press giving off a different tone of beep. "And I found out that it can do...this."
Beep.
A holographic rectangle popped up.
"It's a hyperspace computer." Koushiro explained, as he dragged the hologram with his fingers.
"It works in correspondence to all the other phones, and can track their positions." Koushiro moved his finger back and forth once slightly, then another window popped up, with five dots gathering in a map.
Takeru side stepped, and watched in amusement as one of the dots moved with him, then stepped in another direction, and again.
Koushiro pointed his finger at the moving dot, and another window popped.
( Name: Takaishi Takeru
Current status: Alive
Relative position: 1.42 metres at 78 degrees East of South
Current activities: Being a retard )
"There's also advanced statistics, but I won't get into that." Koushiro touched the right corner of the very first window, causing all the holograms to disappear. "There are also lots more other functions, but I should probably ask Kei about that."
"Holy shit..." Yamato's eyes nearly bulged.
"That is sooo Minority Report(5)." Takeru commented.
"Am I dreaming?" Ken wondered out loud.
Slap.
"Ow." Ken held his cheek in reaction to Taichi's bitchslap.
"Can I give you another one?"
"I'll think about it."
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Vocal: Friends - Houshin Engi
"Thanks." Yamato said without moving his lips too much. "This morning."
Gabu looked up at Yamato as he slowly walked on four legs, closely beside Yamato.
"You took my binder here today when I forgot it back in my room." Yamato casually said.
"Ah, it was no big deal." Gabu muttered quietly.
"You got the girls screaming and molesting you, though, when you came into the classroom." Yamato recalled.
"They're making steak tonight." Gabu stated.
"I'll try."
"You seem pretty down lately." Gabu looked up at Yamato.
"It's nothing."
"It doesn't seem like nothing to me."
"It doesn't concern you." Yamato said without looking down at Gabu.
"Can I help?"
"Can you write songs?"
Gabu held his head down.
Yamato patted Gabu's head.
"I appreciate the thought."
"Yamato-"
"Yama-chaaaaaan!"
Mimi speedily approached Yamato.
"Woof, woof." Gabu quickly changed.
Odd glance.
"Aww. You poor thing, you can always talk to me if you need someone to talk to." Mimi comforted Yamato.
Yamato looked away, embarrassed.
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"You always seem so...boyish. Taichi-chan." Hikari observed.
"Heh heh heh...really?" Taichi nervously laughed, his cold sweat hidden.
"Yep. You dress like a boy, you talk like a boy, you act like a boy." Hikari held her chin as she listed. "You shouldn't act so tomboy-ish, or you'll never get a boyfriend!"
//I. Don't. Want. One.
Taichi continued to laugh idiotically.
"You know, I haven't seen lots of people like you." Hikari noted. "Brown hair, brown eyes, just like me. Most people have black features."
Taichi looked and carefully scanned Hikari's features.
"Oh yeah. How odd. I rarely see people with brown features as well."
"Maybe we're lost siblings?" Hikari joked.
"Maybe." Taichi chuckled.
"Then you'll be my onee-chan(6)." Hikari concluded in a sing-song voice.
"And you'll be my imouto(6)."
And they continued down the trail.
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"Oh. You've changed your hairclip." Takeru noted, pointing at his own head, showing the position he referred to.
"Yeah." Hikari nodded. "I lost this one a few weeks ago, so I'm using it again, I found it under some of my clothes in the drawer yesterday."
Takeru's eyes moved from Hikari's eyes to her forehead. It was a plain red clip.
"That other one you had looked better on you." Takeru compared.
"Maybe. I don't know. This one has more sentimental value, and I've worn it for a long time."
"Sentimental value?" Takeru tilted his head.
"Yeah. I don't remember a lot, but..." Hikari reached her hand up to touch the clip lightly. "I remember that a boy had given it to me when I was really small. Really small. I can't even remember who that boy was. But he was very sweet." Hikari smiled naturally.
A boy.
Takeru felt somewhat disturbed by that. He wasn't supposed to. It had been just a boy that had given her something when she was really small. Hell, she doesn't even remember him.
"Oh, I see."
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"...and it's almost been a month, and he hasn't even called me yet, not to apologize or anything!" Miyako threw a fit. A really big fit.
"Maybe he had reasons..." Ken stuttered.
"What reasons?! I just can't stand it. It pisses me of so much."
Ken had then imagined the scenario where Miyako knew Ken was actually male and Ichijouji Ken, it had resulted in something about Ken's corpse being so utterly disfigured that they resorted to cremating.
"You should just forget about it." Ken suggested mildly.
"No! No! No!" Miyako swung her fist in the air.
Perhaps comforting her with the face of (or being) Ichijouji didn't really help.
"I'm sure better guys will come by." Ken continued, progressively walking at an angle so that he set a safer distance between.
"Who are you kidding? I've seen plenty of guys, none of them are good!"
"That's not true." Ken defended.
"Umm. How about..." Ken pondered. "Takuma. From the café?"
"He's gay."
"Oh." Ken blinked. He has already begun to wonder if that statement was actually true, there being no dateable guys. Either way, Ichijouji Ken's reputation is already in the dumps.
"Just...look harder. Maybe some guys aren't as they seem to be." Ken said so that he seemed optimistic, rather than trying to recover Miyako's impression of him.
"Perhaps..."
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Yamato sighed.
Taichi watched as Yamato sighed, annoyed.
"Dammit, stop sighing!" Taichi commanded.
"Sorry, was I sighing again?" Yamato broke out of his pensiveness.
"What's wrong?" Taichi asked.
"You know, blah blah..."
30 minutes later...
".and so, blah blah blah."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Taichi shook his head.
"I didn't tell you, of course you didn't know." Yamato rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time until summer to write the songs." Taichi insured.
"Really?" Yamato stretched his arms. "I've come up with practically nothing right now. If I do the same for the rest of the month, I'd be screwed over."
"Is signing NG really that important?"
"It's not just important, it's almost essential. Nearly all bands under NG were successful, with the exception of ASK. Their management is good, they can spend lots of budget on advertisements, anything. It's just that Quatre look-alike is such a son of a bitch!"
"Quatre look-alike?" Taichi raised an eyebrow.
"Never mind." Yamato waved it off. "Anyway, my point is, it's now or never, I don't think I can wait one year and beg them to take in the Teenage Wolves."
"This will be harsh on you. There's lots of chances that people from this school will go to the concert, you know?"
"I know. It's alright, I guess. Sora and Mimi saw me once as Yamato, they didn't recognize the resemblance." Yamato recollected. "At least not with Yamako's cover story."
"I guess you can get by that. But lots more people will go, that'll make lots of suspicions."
"I know, but I can't worry about that right now, having songs to write before the deadline." Yamato sighed. Yet again. "Dammit! This will be so screwed up!"
Taichi looked at Yamato in pity.
"Here." Taichi took Yamato's open hand, and placed the contents of his own hand into Yamato's. "This might help."
And Taichi ran off.
Yamato stared at the tampon in his hand.
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Koushiro adjusted the window, then hovered his finger over a dot.
(Name: Ichijouji Ken
Current status: Half-dead
Relative position: 357.05 metres at 13 degrees west of north
Current activities: Listening to Miyako complain)
Koushiro chuckled, then moved his finger over two rapidly moving dots, which suddenly stopped upon contact..
(Name: Yagami Taichi
Current status: Near death
Relative position: 213.73 metres at 43 degrees east of north
Current activities: Choking)
Koushiro blinked.
(Name: Ishida Yamato
Current status: Tired
Relative position: 213 metres at 43 degrees east of south
Current activities: Forcing a tampon down Taichi's throat)
Koushiro trailed his finger to the last dot.
(Name: Takaishi Takeru
Current status: Fine
Relative position: 0.3 metres at south
Current activities: Peeking at what colour panties Koushiro is wearing today) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Tuduku.
BGM: Aban02 - Digimon 02
Koushiro: On the next episode of Boku/Ata, I twisted my ankle, and am forced to stay in the dormitory house with Mimi as everyone else goes to the mall. Again. Mimi attempts experiments on making ice cream. I am intimidated.
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Points of interest:
1) IP- Internet Protocol. Your 'internet identification', for that particular online login, anyway. It might subject to change the next time you go online depending on your internet type.
2) Strange internet ghetto language thing. Translates to 'Hahaha, you are über (super (or something) in German) newbie, I am leet (elite) hacker, I rock your boxers"
3) Warez- Illegal pirated full version programs available for download without paying the necessary fee for it.
4) Hexadecimal- A number system with base 16, counts as 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, A, B, C, D, E, F, 10, 11,...1A, 1B, etc. A common system used in computer language.
5) In the movie Minority Report, a certain computer can be accessed by motioning your hands to activate and use holographic windows.
6) Onee-chan - older sister
Imouto - younger sister
Oi! That's that. I like how this is done, as I can simply set up situations without necessarily justifying for them. Did you like that kind of set up? I might do one or two other ones like this, but it won't be a large part. Anyway, review.
-Lumi