Disclaimer- Izumi here...
.:Tomoki:. Yeah! I get paired with all the cool people!
.:Kouji:. Why am I here?
.:Tomoki:. Hey! Why is Kouji here! He's not cool! HE SNORES!
.:Kouji:. DO NOT!
.:Izumi:. ...ignore the boys. Really, the point is that Kaea doesn't own Digimon! WHY DO YOU PEOPLE ALWAYS MAKE THE DISCLAIMERS SO LONG!
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New Discoveries
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By the time Kouichi got home, it was around nine. The rain poured down harder than it had before, and there was occasionally thunder. Yet, despite the gray cold of his surroundings, Kouichi was oddly happier than ever; strange to say, he didn't think he even wanted to torture Kouji.
"I'm back," he called out as he stepped into the living room after discarding his shoes at the door.
"Kouichi, you should have come home earlier! It's pouring out there!" his mother exclaimed, walking over and examining him. "You'd better go wash up. Why were you so late, anyway?"
Kouji, who was on the couch playing videogames, paused to look at his twin. "Did you get caught up in kissing Ai?" he teased.
Kouichi just smiled and headed to the bathroom, but not before murmuring, "Who said anything about Ai?"
The younger of the two nearly dropped the controller in his hand. "What? Who were you with!"
His question was never answered.
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"I wanna know!" Kako yelled furiously, yanking on both of Kouichi's ears. "WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT!"
My ears! Kouichi's mind screamed in pain as Kako pulled on his ears even more. "THEN ASK!" he finally yelled, unable to bear the torture. I can only hope she doesn't find out. Please, no one tell her, he begged silently.
While the class was taking a break between tests, everyone was goofing off but Ai and a boy named Kanaye. Both were talking to Mr. Ogata who seemed so stern that Kouichi wondered if they failed a test.
Tch. Poor Ai, Kouichi thought, smirking as the girl turned around and glared at him. His attention switched to his brother, whom was getting tortured by Kako at the moment. "What'd he do now?" Kouichi asked Takuya in an exasperated voice.
Takuya chuckled. "Told her the truth."
"She doesn't believe it," added Izumi.
Kouichi sighed and shook his head. "He's not my brother. I told him not to tell...then again, pretty much no one believes him..."
"We know, but when do you plan to tell her?"
"Yeah," Takuya asked, "shouldn't you tell her soon?"
"I will. Just...not until her birthday," Kouichi replied evenly as he flipped his book open. "Finals are so stupid."
Kako walked over and stared at the book. "Then don't study! I'm tired," she complained as she took her seat.
In response, Kouichi sneezed. "R-right..."
"Are you sick?" Kako asked, alarmed.
"No-"
"I made you sick, didn't I!" Kako demanded, standing up and walking over so she could face him better.
Kouichi shook his head. "I'm fi-" Before he could finish, he ended with a sneeze. Looking up, he saw Kako near tears. "ACK! NO! Don't cry!" he yelped, panicking. Usually, when Kako was near crying, it meant death, as he had nearly experienced the day before.
At least...that's what she said. He still wasn't sure if the rule always applied.
"I-I'll sing if you stop crying!" Kouichi blurted, immediately regretting he had done so, as Kako only continued to cry. Helplessly, Kouichi looked to Izumi in askance, "Help?"
Izumi smiled and murmured something to her cousin. Almost immediately, Kako stopped wailing and returned to her seat.
The boys stared at Izumi in amazement, then looked at Kako in confusion.
Finally, Kouji asked, "Is there some secret about Kako we don't know?"
Kako glared at him. "I've known Kouichi since fourth grade! He knows pretty much everything about me!"
"Wow...now I really pity Kouichi," Kouji muttered, turning around just as Kako almost threw her notebook at him.
But she hesitated. Instead, she put down the notebook and threw her binder at him.
"OW!"
"CLASS SETTLE DOWN!" Mr. Ogata commanded angrily. "Before we move on to the Biology final that I will supervise in place of Ms. Kawai, I have some...progress reports." As he said the last two words, he practically sneered at Kouichi, who merely glared back.
Over the first half of the school year, the day would almost always start off with an argument between Mr. Ogata and Kouichi, and ended with an argument between the two. In between the day, there would be at least one or two more arguments, but on good days, there would only be what Kouichi considered the 'mandatory two.'
So, of course, Kouichi expected a 'progress report.' Yet, instead of grades, Mr. Ogata would talk about behavior.
Just as the paper hit his desk, Kouichi smirked. He had the perfect idea.
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"I just need you to set up for me! Mr. Aizawa'll give me the key, I'm sure!" Kouichi begged his twin. Why the Digimon am I begging for Kouji's help?
Kouji shook his head in disbelief. His twin was plotting. HIS twin. The one who almost always did well in school. Kouichi. "YOU? Out of all people..."
"This is about exposing Mr. Ogata for what he truly is! Whatever it is..." Kouichi muttered. "BUT I NEED PROOF!"
"Fine, Detective Kouichi. I shall aid you in your pathetic quest!" For once, Kouji was too preoccupied to think of his 'Master Plan.'
Grinning, Kouichi dragged his brother back to campus, as they were ten feet in front of it (Kouichi making sure his plan was fool-proof), heading straight for Mr. Aizawa's office. He knocked on the door and waited patiently. Receiving no answer, Kouichi frowned and opened the door, finding a key and a camcorder on the desk, a note under both items.
"What?" the twins gasped in shock after they read the letter.
"But how'd he know!" Kouichi sputtered, pocketing the key and handing his brother the camcorder. "Set it up behind the 'Scribbles' portrait like the note says. And just wait here. Mom'll be here in a half an hour."
Kouji watched his twin run off and shook his head, muttering, "I'm rubbing off on him."
Indeed, he was.
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Mr. Ogata sat in his chair, staring at the table in front of him, twitching every few seconds. A knock on the door, however, snapped him out of his thoughts. "Er...c-come in," he stuttered, staring at his wristwatch. She's early.
Miss Kimura walked into the room, for once not smiling.
From his place under a few desks in the back, Kouichi was surprised when she didn't greet his teacher, but instead sat down, frowning at him. Go Mom, he thought, grinning slightly.
Mr. Ogata stared at Kouichi's mother. How could she be their mother? he wondered, clearing his throat. "Hello, Mrs.-"
"Miss," she corrected.
"Huh?"
"I'm divorced."
Had his hiding place been soundproof, Kouichi would have laughed and laughed, but as it wasn't, he merely repositioned himself, yanking his hand away from what appeared to be a black feather. But he brushed it away and returned his attention to the conference.
"Ah, Miss Kimura, then. It...uh...occurs to me that, uh, your son-er...sons, are a bit...perplexing..."
Miss Kimura frowned. "They are only teenagers."
He gulped. This was too much for him to handle. Who knew parent-teacher conferences were so nerve-wracking? "N-Nevertheless, er...would you like to go out for dinner?" he blurted.
Puzzled, Kouichi's mother stood up. "Uh...if that's all, I'll be leaving now. Kouichi must have dinner ready by now."
"No-wait-ACK!" the teacher yelled, falling over his desk as he tried going after her. But she had already left. "Argh...dammit! How could she be the mother of those monsters! So much for sending them to boarding school," he muttered to himself.
"HAH! CAUGHT IT ALL ON TAPE! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO HIT ON MY MOTHER!" Kouichi yelled, jumping out of his hiding place and pointing an accusing finger at his teacher.
The man snorted. "That assertion isn't substantiated, KID."
"YOUR INTEGRITY SUCKS!"
"HAH! I've seen the way Kako looks at you. She likes you, and you're breaking her heart by breaking rules. You could get in trouble you know. I ought to tell her..."
How the Digimon is that relevant? "AT LEAST I DON'T SAY I'M FOURTY WHEN I'M ONLY TWENTY SOMETHING!"
"SHUT UP YOU CONTEMPTUOUS BRAT!"
"Who're you calling a brat, you condescending dictatorial freak?"
"You...you haughty three year old!"
"Shut up! At least I don't date people twice my age!"
"Why are you here? This conversation is futile!"
"To impede your oh-so-obscure plan to fail me, duh! You're so biased, just because I foil your every single move, you hate me, and always try failing me, but really, you don't know anything about teaching! You don't have a grading system, pick favorites, and all that junk! You don't even have a plan! KOUJI'S smarter!"
"Big words for a big brat. How MATCHING."
"Insipid freak."
"YOU'RE INSIPID! I'M NOT DILATORY!"
"Yeah you are."
"FOOL!"
"You are. You can't even come up with your own insults. YOU'RE insipid, and THAT'S THAT. Hi, Mom. Guess what I've got?" Kouichi asked dryly, seeing his mother stand at the doorway, blinking.
"I forgot my bag..." she mumbled, picking up her bag from the chair and walking out of the classroom in a stupor.
"HAH! I WIN!" Kouichi yelled, sticking out his tongue and running after his mother. That was enough proof for a lifetime. Now to examine Mr. Ogata's behavior in the tape...
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When Kouichi got home, he found Kouji using his karaoke set, singing completely off-tune. "KOUJI! PUT THAT AWAY!" he screamed in horror, covering his brother's mouth and quickly putting everything away after more than five minutes worth of careful inspection for any damage whatsoever.
Kouji stuck out his tongue, then grinned and waved at his mother. "Hey, Mom, why does Kouichi have a karaoke set if he doesn't use it?" he asked, laughing as Kouichi tripped over a wire and fell on the couch.
"PRIVATE USE ONLY!" the older twin yelled.
The other snickered, "Whatever. And Kako called."
That seemed to get Kouichi's interest. "Why?" he asked, storing the karaoke set back in his room.
"Call her ba-ack!" Kouji sang, walking to his room.
Puzzled, Kouichi picked up the phone and walked to his room as he dialed Kako's number. "Uh...hi, Kako? This is Kouichi..."
"Eh? Oh, why'd you call?" Kako's tone was clearly one of confusion.
Kouichi stepped out of his room, his eyes narrowing on the door to Kouji's room. "Does the word 'Kouji' mean anything to you?" he asked casually as he walked into his younger twin's room.
"Your brother?"
"Nope, imposter. Later." As he said the last word, Kouichi hung up and kicked his brother's chair. "IDIOT!"
Kouji yelped and dropped the object he'd been examining. "NO! Where'd it go!" he panicked.
Sighing exasperatedly, Kouichi picked up a pure white feather. "The only bird brain in the house I can think of is you. How'd you get this?" he asked, examining the feather himself before handing it back to Kouji.
"Found it."
"Where?"
"Aizawa's office. Strange thing was, I found the blackest feather in Mr. Ogata's room while taping. You brushed it forward," Kouji muttered, placing the feather on his desk. "That feather reminds me of Ophanimon and Seraphimon, and...a bit of Cherubimon."
Kouichi fell silent. "Kouji, that's..."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Keep it. You just might ace a final exam this year."
Kouji scowled and made a face as his brother exited the room.
Something's not right, both brothers thought as their mother called them for dinner. There's a bigger story going on...
But what is it?
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A/N-
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO PUT UP! But I'm in a good mood. I also took forever with reviews, too. Finally put those up in my LJ. Romance and Humor await this stories future. I'll update soon, I promise! This is the actually EDITED copy. Sorry about the other copy. And I'm sorry this is a short chapter! .:squirms:.
.:Kouichi:. THERE WERE TONS OF MISTAKES, IDIOT!
…review or flame, please…