Disclaimer-Hey! This is...Junpei!
And Tomoki! How are you all today!
Anyway, Kaea doesn't own Digimon.
Yeah. She hardly owns anything!
That's not true. She owns more than I do!
Oh...same here. Okay, so she owns more than we do, I suppose. But that's it! Enjoy the story!
School Doomsday. What's New?
Izumi stared at the principal before her eyes widened in realization. "OH...Mr. Aizawa!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together and leaning back in her seat.
"Hello...and you are...? I'm sorry, I don't remember names all that well."
"Izumi."
"Ah. Hello, Izumi. You were one of the two that came in with Kouichi, am I right?"
"Yes!"
"WOAH! Another thing I learned! Mr. Aizawa runs a bandana shop and a school! No wonder Dad knows him so well. Wait-WHAT DID YOU TWO PLOT AGAINST ME!" Kouji bellowed suddenly jumping out of his seat and pointing an accusing finger at his principal.
Mr. Aizawa merely smiled, entirely amused. "Well, we never discussed you and school before," he replied politely.
"Oh, you're excused."
"Good grief. He's exculpated," sighed an ever-exasperated Kouichi.
Kouji stared. "Exculpated?"
"EXCULPATED! TO FREE FROM GUILT OR BLAME!"
"ANOTHER WORD!" Kouji cried gleefully, writing it down.
"And you!" Kouichi snapped, pointing to Mr. Ogata. "Honestly, if you think teachers are just didactic, you're stupid! I looked you up. You have a shady record in general and your integrity sucks. You promise extra credit you never give, and not one student-well, one male student-has passed your class because of your sucky grading system! You've only taught one year and I can find all that about you. HAH! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A GRADING SYSTEM!"
Mr. Ogata coughed and glared. "I've been teaching for five years."
Kouichi snorted, "You graduated two years ago. You're not even twenty-four."
"And what do you know about teaching?" the teacher sneered.
Another snort. "I have an idiot, sheltered twin. Well, he's only sheltered to common household work. What don't I know about teaching is a better question. Kouji can't even cook without blowing something up. Takuya couldn't either, and Junpei wasn't so bad, but that's not the point. How else am I supposed to have a cook that can cook! Then again, I kinda ripped the contract, so they're free..."
"Although usually, Junpei and Takuya did the cooking," Kouji offered absentmindedly, recalling all the pots he had nearly set on fire.
"KOUJI CAN'T EVEN PAINT A WALL PROPERLY!"
"Enough! You're wasting my class time!" Mr. Ogata screamed furiously.
Blinking, Kako raised a hand without hesitation.
"Er..." Mr. Ogata was taken aback as he called on her, "Yes, Kako?"
"Excuse them. They aren't morning people. Actually, they're at each other's throats in the morning on normal days. You got off lucky," she told him smoothly.
Mr. Aizawa laughed. "Kako, how is your mother?" he asked. Then, after a moment's pause, he added, "You're quiet today."
"I'm tired. Plus there was no one to bug in the morning. And Mom is fine, Gramps. Is that the only thing you can ask me about?" Kako grumbled, slouching in her seat a bit.
Kouichi shot a look behind his back. Indeed, she did look tired. Then again, who isn't? he thought, snorting.
"Kako! Be polite!" Mr. Ogata yelled.
Izumi sighed. "Don't you pity him, Takuya?" she asked the boy behind her.
No answer.
"Takuya?" Izumi whirled around and found the goggle boy sound asleep. "Boys," she muttered in a somewhat affectionate voice under her breath as she turned around.
She was too late to see Takuya twitch and open his eyes before closing them again.
"Why should I be polite?" Kako inquired, her tone bored and indolent. "He's my grandpa!" she yelled suddenly sticking out her tongue. I'M TIRED! WHY CAN'T PEOPLE RESPECT THAT FACT!"
Everyone stared.
"So that's why he looked so familiar!" Izumi exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "I saw him at that party your parents threw!"
Mr. Aizawa smiled politely. "I think you all better get back to class," he told them. "My, I could watch you all day. Mr. Ogata, with those twins in your class, you're sure to have an easy job teaching!"
As Mr. Aizawa left, everyone stared at Mr. Ogata from his or her seats, watching as he almost turned blue in the face. Just as he opened his mouth and prepared to yell, though, Ms. Kawai entered the room. "AH! Hello, Rai!" he said quickly, turning to face her with the most charming smile he could muster.
"My turn," was all she said in reply.
As he turned around to ask Kako something, Kouichi watched her sit up in her seat, suddenly alert and grinning. Kouichi turned back around and winced. I am going to die. She's definitely up to something, he thought, gulping.
Stiffly, Mr. Ogata walked outside before he let out a frustrated scream.
I wonder if he tore out all his hair by now, Kouji wondered with an evil grin plastered on his face as he kept his eyes glued to the closed door.
Kouichi smirked slightly. Serves that stupid teacher right. Well, I suppose we can't call him a teacher, considering he can't teach...
Bingo. He's done for and I'm gonna bust him, the twins thought at the same time.
And that was when things turned a bit topsy turvy.
"Alright," Ms. Kawai said as she turned to the class. "We can do this the boring way, or the fun way..."
NO GOOD! Kouichi panicked, looking around him. Was he the only one who thought the fun way meant death?
"This isn't so bad," Kouichi sighed as they were put into groups. So far, Izumi and Kouji were in his group.
"And you two girls go to the twins' group," he heard Ms. Kawai say.
Kouichi's eyes widened. Slowly, he edged to his desk, pushing his twin in front of him. "You do the talking for the both of us. We look similar enough," he whispered to the younger twin as the girls giggled and walked over.
With a shrug, Kouji replied, "Okay. You know, Kouichi, there are some things you seriously need to get over...and I thought I was the most immature twin."
"Shut up!" Kouichi snapped, flipping through his Biology textbook. How many more long, torturous hours? Apparently too many, he thought, freezing as he heard a giggle behind him. "Ack!" he yelled, turning red and jumping behind Kouji. "Save me?" muttered Kouichi in an over-hopeful voice.
Izumi sighed. "Kouichi, I wonder who's really immature sometimes, you or Kouji. I mean, how can you be allergic to girls? Can we just follow instructions and forget about everything else?"
As long as I'm not tortured by scary giggling girls, Kouichi gulped.
"HAH! He's not allergic to girls! He just says that. He's really-" Kouji stopped in midsentence, not because the older twin had their hand over his mouth, but because another step of the plan was being devised. MORE WAYS TO TORTURE KOUICHI! Grinning, he rubbed his hands together and snickered under his breath, "This will be fun."
Kouichi looked over at Kako's group, which consisted of Takuya and three other boys. "Hey, Kako! I'd switch with you if I could," he grumbled.
"Ah! You've got Kouji, though!" she snapped. "And he's no-or wasn't going crazy..."
Kouji was now jumping up and down happily, yelling, "I totally rock!"
"Alright now, SHUT UP!" Ms. Kawai yelled. She walked over to the desk. "This is what you're going to do. You're all going to go around in a circle and tell everyone your name, how old you are, what month you're born in, and a sentence or two about yourself. I'll be walking around and listening in. Okay, any questions?" she asked, ignoring Takuya, Kouichi and Kako's hands, which shot up in the air the moment she asked. "No? Then start when you're ready."
The class burst into a buzz of conversations. Kouichi looked around and sighed before he realized his entire group was staring at him. "WHAT!"
"You go first," Kouji said in a bored tone as he began tapping a finger on the desk, an elbow propped up on the table with his cheek resting in the palm of his hand.
Another sigh. "Fine," grumbled the still-reluctant Kouichi. He looked to his left to see how Kako's group was doing and said, "Kouichi Kimura, why should I tell you? You don't need to know. It's not important. You don't need to know about me."
Kouji went next. "Kouji Minamoto, 14, it's a surprise. Hobby...uh...thinking..."
"He means kendo," Kouichi interrupted. "He was just thinking of what to say. In reality, he can't think. He hasn't thought in four years."
"And I think I've got the awesomest twin! He carried my books yesterday!"
Kouichi received stares and continued, "Since he can't think, he stupidly forgot his backpack. Of course, he can think. Kouji just thinks it's more interesting not to think."
One of the girls giggled and introduced herself. "I'm Naoko Endo. I'm fourteen. I was born in March. And my hobby is...hmm...well, drawing, I guess. You could say I'm easily amused."
As he sighed in relief, Kouichi relaxed his shoulders a bit. Naoko, good, talkable, he noted silently.
"I'm Ai Nakamura! I'm fourteen, born in June and like to look at boys! Uh...yeah, that's it!" Ai finished, smiling at Kouichi, who had tensed up and hidden behind Kouji again.
Ai Nakamura equals incredibly dangerous, Kouichi thought, practically near tears. Why do I have to suffer?
"I'm Izumi Orimoto," Izumi began, but was cut off by a yell.
Kako had kicked the boy next to her. "Don't even try that! STUPID LOSER!"
Everyone stared.
"What'd he do, Kako?" Kouji asked, poking the shoulder of the fallen boy to see if he was conscious.
"Well," Kako started pointing at the boy. "I told him I'd give him ten dollars if he ever got a girlfriend by the end of the year. So then I told him that if he did, he'd have to be with her for at least two months, and then he can't dump her right after I gave him the money. And he said 'darn.' DO YOU KNOW THAT MEANS HE WOULD HAVE DUMPED THE POOR GIRL RIGHT AFTERWARD!" she yelled, placing her hands on Kouji's shoulder and shaking him back and forth.
Now I know why Kouichi's so scared of her, Kouji thought as he felt himself become dizzy. "Not again...dizzy twice in a day..."
"Ms. Kawai, can we stop now?" Izumi sighed, looking at Takuya who was staring at her strangely. "Uh...Takuya, you look spaced out."
Quickly, Takuya looked at the white board, then Kouji. "Uh...K-Kako, you can...uh...stop now."
"Right..." Kako muttered, letting go of Kouji and walking over to her desk.
Ms. Kawai nodded and everyone took their seats. "As you all know, I'm Rai Kawai, your Biology teacher. We'll be starting of the school year by learning about Mitosis. Mitosis is how cells, excluding gametes, 'reproduce,' so to speak. There are four phases-"
"WOW! CELLS REPRODUCE?" Takuya and Kouji exclaimed, amazed.
Almost everyone slapped their forehead. Kouichi, however, had been expecting a comment like that.
"Uh...yes. Who knows how many chromosomes our regular cells have?"
"There's two types of cells?" Kouji asked Takuya in a small whisper.
Takuya shrugged, equally clueless.
Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots, Kouichi thought, still deciding on whether he should answer the question or not.
"Eighty-two!" one student guessed.
"Thirty?"
"Is it eight?" Kouji asked. "Huh? Is it! Is it!"
Takuya glared at the bandana head. "NO. It's OBVIOUSLY 206!"
"That's the general number of bones, dummy," Kouichi snapped.
"Oh..." the goggle head said in realization. "Seventy-two!"
Kouji clapped. "It's the answer of life! Forty-seven! Or was the answer of life forty-nine? Oh whatever! FORTY!"
"No," Kako muttered, rolling her eyes. "The answer is forty-six."
"Very good, Kako," Ms. Kawai said approvingly.
As Ms. Kawai went on about haploid and diploid cells, Kouji felt himself get confused. "Wait...a diploid cell has eleven and a half chromosomes?"
"NO, Kouji," Kouichi said, clearly irritated. "A diploid cell has FORTY-SIX chromosomes and haploid cell has TWENTY THREE. It's not possible to have half of a chromosome."
"Well you never know!" Takuya argued.
"Shut up."
"OH...why didn't she just say so?" Kouji asked, scratching his head as he looked at his notes, then the white board, where Ms. Kawai had written down some notes.
"BECAUSE SHE JUST DID!" Kouichi screamed, nearly tearing his hair out to prevent himself from murdering Kouji on the spot.
Takuya laughed. "It reminds me of my brilliant plan to get us off the Digimoon. Remember that, Kouichi?"
Kouichi rolled his eyes. "Who could forget? We fired in a random direction for no reason at all."
A snicker escaped Kouji. "That was the stupidest idea ever."
"NO!" Takuya countered, "your idea to paint Kouichi's room was stupid!"
"Your tree house idea was stupid!"
"I don't have a tree, though!"
"You're idea to beat Kouichi was stupid, too!"
"WE NEVER FOUGHT KOUICHI!"
"I MEANT DUSKMON! YOU NEARLY KILLED US ALL!"
"YEAH! WELL, I AIDED IN GETTING KOUICHI! AND NOW I WISH I REALLY DITCHED YOU GUYS AFTER YOU TOOK THE HIT FOR ME!"
Kouichi coughed, "Can we skip this please?" He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. There were some things he didn't want to remember.
"I STILL BEAT YOU IN THE BURGERMON COMPETITION!" Kouji yelled as he jumped out of his seat and pointed at Takuya, glaring.
Takuya stood up as well, pointing locking glares with Kouji. "YOU STILL CAN'T COOK! AND HONESTLY! RAINBOW BURGER! HOW PATHETIC!"
"HAH! BLISTER BURGER ISN'T MUCH BETTER!"
"ENOUGH WTIH THE BURGERS!" Kouichi screamed, ready to tear his hear out again.
"If you guys really want, we can have a cook off," Ms. Kawai sighed. "As long as you shut up."
"Thank you!" Kouji and Takuya yelled, turning to face their teacher. Then Kouji blinked as he looked around the classroom. "Wait...in here?"
"The cooking room is next door. The chef club does all their cooking there. I figured we'd have another burger feud, and since Junpei's the president, he said the winner's recipe is used in the annual something...or another...uhm...yeah," Kako muttered.
How much did you tell her, Izumi?" Takuya grumbled, not meeting Izumi's eyes.
Izumi blinked. "Uhm...everything?"
"Even the part where I-"
"JUST GET CCOOKING!" Kouichi screamed, nearly yanking at his hair until Kako whacked the back of his head.
"I'll explain the rules when we get into the cooking room. Can we go now, Ms. Kawai?" Kako asked, standing up.
Ms. Kawai nodded. Then, under her breath, she muttered, "I thought highschoolers were mature."
A/N-
I AM SO SORRY! I TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE! I DIDN'T TYPE THIS UP UNTIL YESTERDAY NIGHT! I'M SORRY! .:bows a billion times:. SORRY SORRY SORRY! (Edit-I'm sorry that I didn't italicize the thoughts on the first posting. My computers are wacky. XP SORRY!)
My third multichapter fic is up. It was the first INTENDED multichapter fic, but I got so caught up in Not The Bandanas that I put it aside. Here's the URL-http/ so that's that. Remember, I'm answering reviews on an LJ, now. Just go to the LJ homepage and search dragonsunlight, or URL- the links don't work, in your review, tell me. Thanks for all those who reviewed! You're awesome!