Takuya mumbled something to himself about nasty teachers, while flipping
through a 2200-page history textbook. The four friends were sitting near
the steps, leading to the entrance of Shibuya high. It was 4:10, and thirty-
seven seconds, precisely thirty-seven seonds after dismissal. The slender,
dove-white hands gripped the purple brush handle, as Izumi ran the bristles
through her long blond hair. The grey clouds rolled lazily overhead, as the
afternoon dragged on. Everywhere, students filed out of the big glass
doors. Imaptient schoolbus drivers honked irritably, as teenageres hurried
to the bright yellow doors. Teachers exchanged banter over cups of coffee,
after signing out of work. Kouji flipped nonchalantly through an old
sports magazine, while Tommy concentrated hard on beating the high score in
a game installed in his cellphone. Junpei was rapidly scribbling down notes
copied from a book he had borrowed from the library. Only the Lord knew why
he was diong his homework so early.
Kouji sighed as he saw his brother exit the school, closely followed by his two best friends, Hannah and James. The five friends only knew the former so well, the latter being a virtual strangere to them. Kouji eyed his twin warily, as Kouichi walked towards the portion of the steps they were sitting on. The blue bag dropped with a thud, as Kimura Kouichi sat down beside his younger twin, Kouji. Four heads looked up at the noise, to be greeted by Kouichi's smiling face. "hey guys!" he said cheerfully. "hi Kouichi." Said Takuya, turning some pages on his book. "hey man." Sighed Junpei, putting down his notebook. Izumi nodded. "lookes like somebody's in a good mood today." Kouji said, as he raised an eyebrow. Hannah immediately responded to this. She was, as those who have read 'da christmas party' know, a semi-annoying person, with a deep passion for taking pictures on her trusty digicam. She shoved her short, brown and messy locks out of her face, as hazel eyes danced with delight underneath. "Kouchi in love! Kouichi's in love!" she said, smiling. Whatever happy expression was painted on Kouchi's face was now erased in a matter of nanoseconds. His eye twitched slightly. "hannah. Why in the world did you have to announce what you just announced?" Kouichi was distraught. The girl shugged causally. "hey, that's what girl best friends are for." Takuya's eyes widened. "come on! You're not serious!" "yes he is, Taki." Said Izumi. "its hard to believe that some girl would actualy like a freak show like Kouichi.." muttered kouji, who immediately recieved a whack on the head from his brother. "ouch! what was that for?!" "for your incredible talent in ruining people's days." Retorted kouichi. "my specialty." Another whack. "I deserved that." "right, you did." James, who had not spoken until now, raised a thought. "sooo.how was your day?"
Kouji and izumi, bound together by the courtesy of a certain chinese merchant, looked at each other, with agony wtitten all over their faces. If there was ever a story meant to be long and chaotic, this was it. Takuya was the first to speak. "well. it began like this."
first bell. The air was still chilly with the remnants of winter, but, spring was in the air. Already, the first buds of green were showing, in what used to be naked trees. Birds were chirping happily, as they anticipated the swarm of insects coming to greet them in a few days. Unfortunately, five students, on their way to school didn't notice this..
Izumi's cheeks were rosy pink, from running all the way from her house. She was nearly out of breath, and the fact that Kouji was faster, and dragging her along, wasn't very encouraging. All three of her guy friends had slept at her house the previous night, on sleeping bags her dad had set out on the living room floor. Izumi herself had to sleep there, due to the fact that she was attached to a certain Kouji Minamoto. And I mean literally.
The boy was ahead, the cold air and fast pace not affecting him. He fixed his bandanna with his free hand, as they ran to school. It was six-fifty eight, and class started at seven. Knowing mrs. Akiyama, she was never late, and would not like it if her students were. The boy frowned to himself as Takuya, despite the close situation, began whistling an annoying tune. Man, that goggle head could be frustrating, but he did come in handy when ceratain situations occurred, like the one last night.
"goodnight, guys." Whispered Mr. Orimoto, turning out the living room light. It had been January 31st, year of the monkey. Oh yes, and an old monkey was certainly mokeying in their affairs. A few seconds after the light went out, everyone dozed off, as calmness settled in the dark living room. Junpei was snoring from time to time. Takuya slept in between the fat one and Tommy. Tommy was placed beside Izumi, tightly hugging a stuffed bear. Only Kouji, wrist tied firmly to Izumi's own, lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling. "what a day." His voice was barely more than a whisper. Kouji began to think back to the festival, how he had gotten into this mess.
A fat guy pushing a food cart came along. "Good evening, gentleman and lady." He said, twirling his moustache. "Care for some dimsum?" "Ooh! I want some Dimsum!" said Izumi, reaching for her bag. "Me too!" chorused Tommy, getting some money from his pocket. While reaching for her bag, Izumi's wrist, with the cloth snake on, accidentally brushed against Kouji's wrist. The thing suddenly twisted around Kouji's wrist, and wrapped itself firmly around it. Izumi got her bag, and walked over to the dimsum man. Kouji felt some force on his wrist, and before he knew it, Izumi was dragging him along, to the dimsum guy. "What the-? Izumi! I don't want dimsum!" he said, trying to walk back to his chair. "What? I'm not asking!" said Izumi, tugging at her arm. Then they both saw the elastic cloth, and soon realised what was going on.
Kouji sighed, then a mumble interrupted his reverie. The loner looked up, to see Takuya turning and tossing in his sleeping bag. Apparently, the guy talked in his sleep. Kouji chuckled quietly to himself. He was going to enjoy this. "Kirschey.pretty nice soccer playing..ZzzZZzz" Takuya had a smile painted on his face, as he hugged his pillow tighter. Kouji wondered at this. "Kirschey? Who's she?" his questions were soon answered by the sleeping Takuya, however. "pretty, athletic, acrobat.Kirschey." murmured the guy. "oooh." Was all that Kouji could think of. Then, unnexpectedly, Takuya sat up rapidly, forming his hand into a gun. Eyes closed, he then pointed it at Kouji, who raised his arms in mock surrender. Immediately, Izumi's arm was also pulled up, her head barely touching Kouji's shoulder. Takuya had a frown on his face, which made kouji wonder if he was awake or asleep. "Die, Junpei!!!" screamed the goggle head. Then, as if nothing happened, he fell back onto his sleeping bag, and began snoring. "whew. That was close." Murmured kouji. Then, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder, and looked down to see Izumi's head resting gently on it. "Aish. Look what Takuya got me into." he mumbled, gently pushing Izumi's head back onto her own pillow, which was definitely not going to be his shoulder.
Tommy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "hey! I think were going to make it!" Exhausted, four friends stopped for a moment in front of the glass doors, to catch their breath and regain their composure. The time was six-fifty nine and fifteen seconds. That left them forty-five seconds to run to their respective classrooms. "run!" shouted Takuya, checking his watch. The goggle head dashed frantically to room 301, Mrs. Akiyama's homeroom. Izumi followed, with Kouji behind her. They entered the room, just as second bell rang. Students were already there, talking noisily, and throwing junk around. Some girls at the back giggled as they saw Kouji and Takuya. Both guys ignored them. Then, Mrs. Akiyama came in. "students. Sit!" she ordered firmly, sending all who dared to defy her, cold glares. When all twenty-nine students were at their desks, their Adviser, with flaming orange hair, motioned in the direction of the door, as if to let someone in. In his seat, Takuya had mixed feelings of dread and eagerness. He already knew who it was going to be.
A girl, of medium height and build came inside. She had long black hair streaming, untamed from her head. Her skin was fair, and she had enchanting blue eyes, that seemed to burst with energy. Mrs. Akiyama out a hand on her shoulder. "class. I am proud to introduce to you, Miss Kirschey (pronounced ker- shee) Kuniyoshi, a new student here at Shibuya." Takuya gulped, as he tried to evade smirking glances from Kouji. She was just as he remembered her. Energetic, atletic, and sort of wild. "hi everyone! I'm Kirschey. I lived in China for a short while, then transferred here to Japan. My dad's from around here..i guess. Anyways, I like anything that has to do with extreme sports. Skydiving is my fave pastime!" She smiled happily. Takuya was already in dreamland. "thank you, miss Kuniyoshi." Said Mrs. Akiyama. The teacher then turned her gaze to a dazed Takuya. "Kanabara, were you listening?!" immediately, the spotlight was turned on the unfortunate goggle-head. "uh... yes--- mrs. Akiyama I was." "good. Now, back to the lessons for the third quarter." Takuya relaxed in his seat. He caught a look from Izumi. Already, he knew what she was saying. 'yeah right, Taki. Eveyone knows you were'nt listening. Just dreaming about the new girl.' Well, he was. Right?
It was an awkward situation for Kouji at this time. Sure, izumi was his good friend, and she wasn't repulsive, like some other girls in this class. But-his stomach, for some strange reason, gave an unintended lurch, every time she displayed any sign of great affection to him. Like in the christmas party. ah, but that was another story. the stomach feeling just got worse, now that she was sort of chained to him. Kouji could'nt help but feel a little glad at this twist of fate, since Izumi helped keep all those raving mad girls away from him. Good riddance.
Another story it was, for Izumi. She had to fend of a million glares aimed at her by twelve of the fourteen other girls in class. She knew, and so did the rest of the world, that their hearts were either set on Kouji or Kouichi, or even Takuya for that matter. The italian girl knew all too well that Kouichi and Takuya were now eliminated from the list of eligible cute boys in 301. And who was left? Kouji. The girl really didn't know what Kouji thought of her. He sure acted like he was pretty annoyed with the prospect of being tied to her with a snake. And a cloth one, at that. She sighed. But, hey. What's done is done, right?
The physical education teacher was known throughout the school as a military kick-out. Her name: former private Elena van Harder. This lady was not one to be messed with, especially when it came to strict rules. Publicly, she was known as Ma'am Harder. Secretly as Ma'am makes-your -life Harder. Her reputation was stained with blood, pain, and crying students. That, like many of the things said about her, was extaggerated.
The new lesson for the third quarter was swimming, a sport dreaded by many and loved by most. The PhysEd teacher implemented a whole sixty pages of rules and regulations. Too bad they did'nt apply to Kouji and Izumi. "minamoto! Orimoto! What do you think you mange-infested students are doing?!" Ms. Harder's voice could be heard throughout the whole gym. "er, ma'am Harder? We have a situation." said Izumi, raising her wrist. The woman looked at the clooth snake, eyeing it carefully, then aimed a well-performed karate chop at the thing. As expected, the snake did not snap, and another newly-risen hope was dashed to pieces. "well." Said Kouji, "I guess we won't be swimming, huh?" Izumi nodded. "oh yes you will." Growled Ms. Harder. Kouji raised his wrist and Izumi's, as if making the point clear. "WE ARE STUCK TOGETHER, ms. Harder, does that register in your peanut-sized brain?" asked Kouji. The woman nodded, ignoring the insult. "go, both of you. Change." She ordered, pointing to the locker rooms.
Now, this was an awkward situation for both Kouji and Izumi. You see, if Izumi had dragged Kouji into the girl's locker room, every female within a ten-mile radius above twelve and under twenty, would scream and hound poor Kouji, showering him with unwanted attention. If Kouji, on the other hand, in desperation to actually HAVE a p.e. grade, managed to drag Izumi into the guy's locker room, every boy who considered his manhood precious, would bolt. Including Takuya.
In the end, (sorry for not including details.hehe) let us just assume that both Kouji and Izumi did manage to change into swimming attire, and attain a decent grade for swimming. Both secretly regretted and rejoiced at being able to have done this. But that, I do not know about.
"people! freestyle! Orimoto, Minamoto, figure out how to do it without getting your arms broken!" The big stocky woman barked into the loudspeaker, quite annoyingly. The students, who were tortured with swimming with her as the teacher, just writhed in bitter agony. "glub..bah!" Izumi spat out a mouthful of chlorine filled water, right into Kouji's face. "sorry." "right." "okay.. lets do freestyle, then." "right." "soo, we bend our arms like this, so that bones won't be twisted." "right." "can't you say any word other than 'right?'" "sorry." "right.hey!..nevermind.." "so we bend our arms like this. then what?" "you figure it out." "hey, this is your PE grade too, you know." "so?" "so if you don't help US out in freestyle, you won't get a high grade." "since when did you start caring about my grades?" "I-"
Izumi knew it. She had caught him WAY off guard.
Takuya watched amusedly as his unfortunate friends tried to figure out how to do freestyle, the three-armed way. He chuckled to himself, but then was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. The brown-haired fourteen-year old turned to face Kirschey, who was smiling at him. "Those were some fast moves you pulled back, there.uh." "Takuya." "Takuya" she repeated, letting the name write itself into her memory. "yeah." "anyway, I was really impressed at your speed. Three laps in fifteen seconds?" "come on, I'm not that fast.really.." blushing, Takuya put a hand bahind his head and laughed nervously. "could you teach me, or something?" asked Kirschey, making his heart leap. "sure!" "okay.." "you bend your foot like this."
Izumi's head was immersed in pool water. She was having a hard time swimming. There was the notion, that, Kouji would have done the freestyle faster, had they not been stuck together. Inside, she felt sort of guilty for not being a better swimmer, but.some things could not be helped.
"..so, that's pretty much what happened in school today." Finished Takuya. It was almost five, and they were walking back to Izumi's house, with the twins, Izumi, Hannah, and James. They were nearing the Orimoto residence, when someone grabbed Takuuya by the shirt and dragged him into some bushes.
"what?!" snapped Takuya, irritably, seeing that it was Junpei. "shhh. Mrs. Orimoto hired Tommy and I to make both Izumi and Kouji take a bath." "what?! you perverts!" "no! its not that.Mrs. Orimoto has a plan. Just make sure they go to the back yard NOW!" "okay, okay, geez.man, you gotta brush you teeth more offten." "Just shut up and do it!" "fine!" Takuya walked away, muttering "fatso".
He immediately caught up with Kouji and Izumi, who were about to enter through the front door. "hey, guys, let's check out the back yard!" he said, in a fake excited tone. "what? You can't be serious, Taki." Said izumi, turning the knob. "yeah, I mean, what is so interesting about izumi's back yard?" asked Kouji. "something. Just come on." Insisted Takuya, dragging the two.
Kouji wondered why Takuya was acting so weird today. 'maybe its Kirschey.' he thought, letting a thousand more possibilities run through his mind. 'what in the world is so interesting about the stupid back yard?!' his thoughts were soon to be answered. The sight that greeted them was enough to make the three teenagers, plus Kouichi and pals, bolt at a speed of 300 kph. There was Mrs. Orimoto, dressed in beach shorts,and a sleeveless white tank top, holding the BIGGEST, most dangerous-looking garden hose that money could buy. And she was aiming it at the two (you know who they are), with a devilish but motherly gleam in her eyes. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!" both Kouji and Izumi knew that they should have dialled 911 and escape to the nearest mental hospital as soon as possible. But they weren't quick enough. No sooner had the last 'H' in their scream ended, when a blast of ice-cold water came out from the hose. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------
author's note: Artemis: hello!! I am very happy that you guys liked the plot. Really, it doesn't take much to some up with a simple story that is different from the others. I thank all those who reviewed my first chapter, and here they are: LavanderRumiro, Zephyrmon9, LunaOpAznG3, chibi minamoto, Izumi-Star, xxAnime.Angelxx, and Protoblues. To you guys.. THANK YOU!!! I was flattered speechless when you said you liked it so much [hands out little cloth snakes to everyone] use them well! Again, I don't think I will be posting for quite a while, I updated sooner than I had expected.but then again, for the other chappies, you never know.. I decided to look for a new plot, after reading a Kouzumi. I really got sick at seeing all the plagarism occuring in this section. I hope authors will come to their senses, and that it will clear out soon. Although I don't watch digimon often, (my hectic schedule forbids it) I am a Ryuki fan. See ya soon peeps!! ;-)
Err. if you see my evil younger sis around, (her name is ebony, thus the penname) please notify me. She is an evil obnoxious brat, being hunted down by the FBI. Thankies!
Disclaimer: I have not, do not, will not own Digimon, Disney, Level-Up games, Microsoft, Machintosh, nestle or IBM. (although I would certainly like to) bye!
Kouji: get on with it, person!!! Seriously, I NEED TO GET THIS THING OFF NOW!!! Artemis: patience, o agonised wolf. You will get your freedom, or your money back. Izumi: huh? But he didn't pay you anything. Artemis: my point exactly. He will get his freedom, or nothing at all. Kouji: again, I lament: why me?
Kouji sighed as he saw his brother exit the school, closely followed by his two best friends, Hannah and James. The five friends only knew the former so well, the latter being a virtual strangere to them. Kouji eyed his twin warily, as Kouichi walked towards the portion of the steps they were sitting on. The blue bag dropped with a thud, as Kimura Kouichi sat down beside his younger twin, Kouji. Four heads looked up at the noise, to be greeted by Kouichi's smiling face. "hey guys!" he said cheerfully. "hi Kouichi." Said Takuya, turning some pages on his book. "hey man." Sighed Junpei, putting down his notebook. Izumi nodded. "lookes like somebody's in a good mood today." Kouji said, as he raised an eyebrow. Hannah immediately responded to this. She was, as those who have read 'da christmas party' know, a semi-annoying person, with a deep passion for taking pictures on her trusty digicam. She shoved her short, brown and messy locks out of her face, as hazel eyes danced with delight underneath. "Kouchi in love! Kouichi's in love!" she said, smiling. Whatever happy expression was painted on Kouchi's face was now erased in a matter of nanoseconds. His eye twitched slightly. "hannah. Why in the world did you have to announce what you just announced?" Kouichi was distraught. The girl shugged causally. "hey, that's what girl best friends are for." Takuya's eyes widened. "come on! You're not serious!" "yes he is, Taki." Said Izumi. "its hard to believe that some girl would actualy like a freak show like Kouichi.." muttered kouji, who immediately recieved a whack on the head from his brother. "ouch! what was that for?!" "for your incredible talent in ruining people's days." Retorted kouichi. "my specialty." Another whack. "I deserved that." "right, you did." James, who had not spoken until now, raised a thought. "sooo.how was your day?"
Kouji and izumi, bound together by the courtesy of a certain chinese merchant, looked at each other, with agony wtitten all over their faces. If there was ever a story meant to be long and chaotic, this was it. Takuya was the first to speak. "well. it began like this."
first bell. The air was still chilly with the remnants of winter, but, spring was in the air. Already, the first buds of green were showing, in what used to be naked trees. Birds were chirping happily, as they anticipated the swarm of insects coming to greet them in a few days. Unfortunately, five students, on their way to school didn't notice this..
Izumi's cheeks were rosy pink, from running all the way from her house. She was nearly out of breath, and the fact that Kouji was faster, and dragging her along, wasn't very encouraging. All three of her guy friends had slept at her house the previous night, on sleeping bags her dad had set out on the living room floor. Izumi herself had to sleep there, due to the fact that she was attached to a certain Kouji Minamoto. And I mean literally.
The boy was ahead, the cold air and fast pace not affecting him. He fixed his bandanna with his free hand, as they ran to school. It was six-fifty eight, and class started at seven. Knowing mrs. Akiyama, she was never late, and would not like it if her students were. The boy frowned to himself as Takuya, despite the close situation, began whistling an annoying tune. Man, that goggle head could be frustrating, but he did come in handy when ceratain situations occurred, like the one last night.
"goodnight, guys." Whispered Mr. Orimoto, turning out the living room light. It had been January 31st, year of the monkey. Oh yes, and an old monkey was certainly mokeying in their affairs. A few seconds after the light went out, everyone dozed off, as calmness settled in the dark living room. Junpei was snoring from time to time. Takuya slept in between the fat one and Tommy. Tommy was placed beside Izumi, tightly hugging a stuffed bear. Only Kouji, wrist tied firmly to Izumi's own, lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling. "what a day." His voice was barely more than a whisper. Kouji began to think back to the festival, how he had gotten into this mess.
A fat guy pushing a food cart came along. "Good evening, gentleman and lady." He said, twirling his moustache. "Care for some dimsum?" "Ooh! I want some Dimsum!" said Izumi, reaching for her bag. "Me too!" chorused Tommy, getting some money from his pocket. While reaching for her bag, Izumi's wrist, with the cloth snake on, accidentally brushed against Kouji's wrist. The thing suddenly twisted around Kouji's wrist, and wrapped itself firmly around it. Izumi got her bag, and walked over to the dimsum man. Kouji felt some force on his wrist, and before he knew it, Izumi was dragging him along, to the dimsum guy. "What the-? Izumi! I don't want dimsum!" he said, trying to walk back to his chair. "What? I'm not asking!" said Izumi, tugging at her arm. Then they both saw the elastic cloth, and soon realised what was going on.
Kouji sighed, then a mumble interrupted his reverie. The loner looked up, to see Takuya turning and tossing in his sleeping bag. Apparently, the guy talked in his sleep. Kouji chuckled quietly to himself. He was going to enjoy this. "Kirschey.pretty nice soccer playing..ZzzZZzz" Takuya had a smile painted on his face, as he hugged his pillow tighter. Kouji wondered at this. "Kirschey? Who's she?" his questions were soon answered by the sleeping Takuya, however. "pretty, athletic, acrobat.Kirschey." murmured the guy. "oooh." Was all that Kouji could think of. Then, unnexpectedly, Takuya sat up rapidly, forming his hand into a gun. Eyes closed, he then pointed it at Kouji, who raised his arms in mock surrender. Immediately, Izumi's arm was also pulled up, her head barely touching Kouji's shoulder. Takuya had a frown on his face, which made kouji wonder if he was awake or asleep. "Die, Junpei!!!" screamed the goggle head. Then, as if nothing happened, he fell back onto his sleeping bag, and began snoring. "whew. That was close." Murmured kouji. Then, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder, and looked down to see Izumi's head resting gently on it. "Aish. Look what Takuya got me into." he mumbled, gently pushing Izumi's head back onto her own pillow, which was definitely not going to be his shoulder.
Tommy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "hey! I think were going to make it!" Exhausted, four friends stopped for a moment in front of the glass doors, to catch their breath and regain their composure. The time was six-fifty nine and fifteen seconds. That left them forty-five seconds to run to their respective classrooms. "run!" shouted Takuya, checking his watch. The goggle head dashed frantically to room 301, Mrs. Akiyama's homeroom. Izumi followed, with Kouji behind her. They entered the room, just as second bell rang. Students were already there, talking noisily, and throwing junk around. Some girls at the back giggled as they saw Kouji and Takuya. Both guys ignored them. Then, Mrs. Akiyama came in. "students. Sit!" she ordered firmly, sending all who dared to defy her, cold glares. When all twenty-nine students were at their desks, their Adviser, with flaming orange hair, motioned in the direction of the door, as if to let someone in. In his seat, Takuya had mixed feelings of dread and eagerness. He already knew who it was going to be.
A girl, of medium height and build came inside. She had long black hair streaming, untamed from her head. Her skin was fair, and she had enchanting blue eyes, that seemed to burst with energy. Mrs. Akiyama out a hand on her shoulder. "class. I am proud to introduce to you, Miss Kirschey (pronounced ker- shee) Kuniyoshi, a new student here at Shibuya." Takuya gulped, as he tried to evade smirking glances from Kouji. She was just as he remembered her. Energetic, atletic, and sort of wild. "hi everyone! I'm Kirschey. I lived in China for a short while, then transferred here to Japan. My dad's from around here..i guess. Anyways, I like anything that has to do with extreme sports. Skydiving is my fave pastime!" She smiled happily. Takuya was already in dreamland. "thank you, miss Kuniyoshi." Said Mrs. Akiyama. The teacher then turned her gaze to a dazed Takuya. "Kanabara, were you listening?!" immediately, the spotlight was turned on the unfortunate goggle-head. "uh... yes--- mrs. Akiyama I was." "good. Now, back to the lessons for the third quarter." Takuya relaxed in his seat. He caught a look from Izumi. Already, he knew what she was saying. 'yeah right, Taki. Eveyone knows you were'nt listening. Just dreaming about the new girl.' Well, he was. Right?
It was an awkward situation for Kouji at this time. Sure, izumi was his good friend, and she wasn't repulsive, like some other girls in this class. But-his stomach, for some strange reason, gave an unintended lurch, every time she displayed any sign of great affection to him. Like in the christmas party. ah, but that was another story. the stomach feeling just got worse, now that she was sort of chained to him. Kouji could'nt help but feel a little glad at this twist of fate, since Izumi helped keep all those raving mad girls away from him. Good riddance.
Another story it was, for Izumi. She had to fend of a million glares aimed at her by twelve of the fourteen other girls in class. She knew, and so did the rest of the world, that their hearts were either set on Kouji or Kouichi, or even Takuya for that matter. The italian girl knew all too well that Kouichi and Takuya were now eliminated from the list of eligible cute boys in 301. And who was left? Kouji. The girl really didn't know what Kouji thought of her. He sure acted like he was pretty annoyed with the prospect of being tied to her with a snake. And a cloth one, at that. She sighed. But, hey. What's done is done, right?
The physical education teacher was known throughout the school as a military kick-out. Her name: former private Elena van Harder. This lady was not one to be messed with, especially when it came to strict rules. Publicly, she was known as Ma'am Harder. Secretly as Ma'am makes-your -life Harder. Her reputation was stained with blood, pain, and crying students. That, like many of the things said about her, was extaggerated.
The new lesson for the third quarter was swimming, a sport dreaded by many and loved by most. The PhysEd teacher implemented a whole sixty pages of rules and regulations. Too bad they did'nt apply to Kouji and Izumi. "minamoto! Orimoto! What do you think you mange-infested students are doing?!" Ms. Harder's voice could be heard throughout the whole gym. "er, ma'am Harder? We have a situation." said Izumi, raising her wrist. The woman looked at the clooth snake, eyeing it carefully, then aimed a well-performed karate chop at the thing. As expected, the snake did not snap, and another newly-risen hope was dashed to pieces. "well." Said Kouji, "I guess we won't be swimming, huh?" Izumi nodded. "oh yes you will." Growled Ms. Harder. Kouji raised his wrist and Izumi's, as if making the point clear. "WE ARE STUCK TOGETHER, ms. Harder, does that register in your peanut-sized brain?" asked Kouji. The woman nodded, ignoring the insult. "go, both of you. Change." She ordered, pointing to the locker rooms.
Now, this was an awkward situation for both Kouji and Izumi. You see, if Izumi had dragged Kouji into the girl's locker room, every female within a ten-mile radius above twelve and under twenty, would scream and hound poor Kouji, showering him with unwanted attention. If Kouji, on the other hand, in desperation to actually HAVE a p.e. grade, managed to drag Izumi into the guy's locker room, every boy who considered his manhood precious, would bolt. Including Takuya.
In the end, (sorry for not including details.hehe) let us just assume that both Kouji and Izumi did manage to change into swimming attire, and attain a decent grade for swimming. Both secretly regretted and rejoiced at being able to have done this. But that, I do not know about.
"people! freestyle! Orimoto, Minamoto, figure out how to do it without getting your arms broken!" The big stocky woman barked into the loudspeaker, quite annoyingly. The students, who were tortured with swimming with her as the teacher, just writhed in bitter agony. "glub..bah!" Izumi spat out a mouthful of chlorine filled water, right into Kouji's face. "sorry." "right." "okay.. lets do freestyle, then." "right." "soo, we bend our arms like this, so that bones won't be twisted." "right." "can't you say any word other than 'right?'" "sorry." "right.hey!..nevermind.." "so we bend our arms like this. then what?" "you figure it out." "hey, this is your PE grade too, you know." "so?" "so if you don't help US out in freestyle, you won't get a high grade." "since when did you start caring about my grades?" "I-"
Izumi knew it. She had caught him WAY off guard.
Takuya watched amusedly as his unfortunate friends tried to figure out how to do freestyle, the three-armed way. He chuckled to himself, but then was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. The brown-haired fourteen-year old turned to face Kirschey, who was smiling at him. "Those were some fast moves you pulled back, there.uh." "Takuya." "Takuya" she repeated, letting the name write itself into her memory. "yeah." "anyway, I was really impressed at your speed. Three laps in fifteen seconds?" "come on, I'm not that fast.really.." blushing, Takuya put a hand bahind his head and laughed nervously. "could you teach me, or something?" asked Kirschey, making his heart leap. "sure!" "okay.." "you bend your foot like this."
Izumi's head was immersed in pool water. She was having a hard time swimming. There was the notion, that, Kouji would have done the freestyle faster, had they not been stuck together. Inside, she felt sort of guilty for not being a better swimmer, but.some things could not be helped.
"..so, that's pretty much what happened in school today." Finished Takuya. It was almost five, and they were walking back to Izumi's house, with the twins, Izumi, Hannah, and James. They were nearing the Orimoto residence, when someone grabbed Takuuya by the shirt and dragged him into some bushes.
"what?!" snapped Takuya, irritably, seeing that it was Junpei. "shhh. Mrs. Orimoto hired Tommy and I to make both Izumi and Kouji take a bath." "what?! you perverts!" "no! its not that.Mrs. Orimoto has a plan. Just make sure they go to the back yard NOW!" "okay, okay, geez.man, you gotta brush you teeth more offten." "Just shut up and do it!" "fine!" Takuya walked away, muttering "fatso".
He immediately caught up with Kouji and Izumi, who were about to enter through the front door. "hey, guys, let's check out the back yard!" he said, in a fake excited tone. "what? You can't be serious, Taki." Said izumi, turning the knob. "yeah, I mean, what is so interesting about izumi's back yard?" asked Kouji. "something. Just come on." Insisted Takuya, dragging the two.
Kouji wondered why Takuya was acting so weird today. 'maybe its Kirschey.' he thought, letting a thousand more possibilities run through his mind. 'what in the world is so interesting about the stupid back yard?!' his thoughts were soon to be answered. The sight that greeted them was enough to make the three teenagers, plus Kouichi and pals, bolt at a speed of 300 kph. There was Mrs. Orimoto, dressed in beach shorts,and a sleeveless white tank top, holding the BIGGEST, most dangerous-looking garden hose that money could buy. And she was aiming it at the two (you know who they are), with a devilish but motherly gleam in her eyes. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!" both Kouji and Izumi knew that they should have dialled 911 and escape to the nearest mental hospital as soon as possible. But they weren't quick enough. No sooner had the last 'H' in their scream ended, when a blast of ice-cold water came out from the hose. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------
author's note: Artemis: hello!! I am very happy that you guys liked the plot. Really, it doesn't take much to some up with a simple story that is different from the others. I thank all those who reviewed my first chapter, and here they are: LavanderRumiro, Zephyrmon9, LunaOpAznG3, chibi minamoto, Izumi-Star, xxAnime.Angelxx, and Protoblues. To you guys.. THANK YOU!!! I was flattered speechless when you said you liked it so much [hands out little cloth snakes to everyone] use them well! Again, I don't think I will be posting for quite a while, I updated sooner than I had expected.but then again, for the other chappies, you never know.. I decided to look for a new plot, after reading a Kouzumi. I really got sick at seeing all the plagarism occuring in this section. I hope authors will come to their senses, and that it will clear out soon. Although I don't watch digimon often, (my hectic schedule forbids it) I am a Ryuki fan. See ya soon peeps!! ;-)
Err. if you see my evil younger sis around, (her name is ebony, thus the penname) please notify me. She is an evil obnoxious brat, being hunted down by the FBI. Thankies!
Disclaimer: I have not, do not, will not own Digimon, Disney, Level-Up games, Microsoft, Machintosh, nestle or IBM. (although I would certainly like to) bye!
Kouji: get on with it, person!!! Seriously, I NEED TO GET THIS THING OFF NOW!!! Artemis: patience, o agonised wolf. You will get your freedom, or your money back. Izumi: huh? But he didn't pay you anything. Artemis: my point exactly. He will get his freedom, or nothing at all. Kouji: again, I lament: why me?
