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Operation Laptop

Summary: Koushirou gets a little careless on where he leaves his beloved laptop. And when Taichi and Yamato are in the same room with it and he isn't...well, that isn't the thing to do. Virus checks and utter chaos follow.

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Infiltration

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Izumi Koushirou peered at the letters on the screen before him. "Taichi...there are a ton of grammatical errors in your paper. How do you expect to pass with this?" he asked. It was flabbergasting work. And with Yamato in the house, things only got worse.

"Ah, what do you expect from him, Koushirou? I bet he doesn't know how to spell the word," the rock star commented, strumming a few strings on the guitar.

Twitching, Taichi was about to respond when Koushirou snapped, "Would you put that thing away, Yamato?"

Taichi shut his mouth, glaring at the boy genius before he directed his glare towards Yamato once more, prepared to make his comeback.

"Taichi! Pay attention!"

"Oh boys, would you like anything to drink?" The friendly face of Mrs. Yagami entered the room. "I've got my special ready to go."

Koushirou turned to her with a smile and nodded. "Sure, Mrs. Yagami. Can't wait to taste some."

"Koushirou's brave," Yamato muttered under his breath. The memory of last time sank into his head. He froze when he felt Taichi's mother's gaze fall on him. Clearing his throat, he nodded quickly. "Sure...sounds great..." Although he tried to sound enthusiastic, it failed.

Mrs. Yagami didn't address it if she noticed it. Instead, her unfailing beaming look fell upon her son. Taichi, who had once more tried to start his comeback, clamped his mouth shut, glared at Yamato and muttered, "Sure, Mom. Couldn't you have picked a better time to enter, though? Now it's going to seem out of place."

After sending her son a confused look, Mrs. Yagami exited the room. Yamato snickered, "What? Were you going to spell out 'grammar' for us?"

"THAT'S IT--"

Once more, Koushirou intervened. "Taichi!" he snapped. "Come look at your essay! It's ridiculous!"

"Aww...then just make it perfect!" the other boy whined, dropping his fist to his side as he slumped over and took a seat beside Koushirou.

He snorted, "If I make it perfect, you won't learn anything! You really ought to get a tutor or something, Taichi. Your work quality has been going down over the years." Koushirou quickly scanned the paper again.

Yamato started another comment. "The only tutor he could--"

Before Taichi could jump to his feet or Yamato could finish, Koushirou stood up and muttered, "If I'm going to improve your paper, I can't do it with a low grade computer like yours. Taichi, send it by e-mail to my computer. I need to get something from home. And would you and Yamato stop fighting? Oh, and save some of the potato juice for me."

The two other boys had no time to object before Koushirou brought his laptop out of his backpack, turned it on and opened his e-mail account. "Please, don't touch anything you don't know. Log out of my account when it's sent and you've put it on a word document, got it? Save it on desktop," he interrupted before Yamato could say anything. "I'll be back in a few minutes!"

Koushirou ran out the door while Taichi was in the middle of sending his paper to the genius, occasionally muttering under his breath. "Why, I oughta-" he said aloud, bringing his fist down on the mouse. It slipped from underneath his fist, shooting forward. Taichi cursed and allowed his hand to bring it back and click on the 'send' button.

Yamato began a quiet tune, concentrating on his guitar rather than his friend. There were a few scratches as he wrote the notes down on paper and tried again. Groaning, Taichi fell back on his back and lifted his head to stare at Yamato. "Pipe down, will you?"

"So you aren't going to do anything?"

Astounded by the other boy's response, Taichi sat up and moved to the laptop. "Do what?" he asked defensively, opening the e-mail when he found it had arrived.

He nearly deleted a file when Yamato's answer came. "You know," the musician said casually, gently placing his guitar down and walking over to plop down on the right of Taichi, "sort through Izumi's files. The guy's a nutcase. I've always wondered what he put on the laptop." There was a thoughtful tone in his voice.

Taichi made a face and quickly pasted and saved his paper on a word document, as Koushirou had instructed. He was about to log out of the e-mail account when a grin appeared on his face. Turning to Yamato, Taichi commented, "You know, if there was a camera in this room, I'm sure Koushirou would send you a virus. But hey, there isn't. His house is ten minutes away. It's not like he'll notice fifteen minutes of snooping through his things if we're careful."

"If you're careful," Yamato corrected. He took the mouse from Taichi's hand and looked through the inbox. "Let's see, let's see. What's this one?" Curiously, Yamato opened the e-mail and he and Taichi practically stuck their faces against the computer to read the tiny font.

Finally, Taichi pulled back and yanked the mouse away from the other boy. "Give me that," he said. There was a mad grin on his face as he copied the contents of the e-mail and opened another word document to paste it on. Once that was finished, he enlarged the text and quickly scanned through it, biting the insides of his cheeks to prevent himself from laughing.

Yamato, on the other hand, was a different case. He burst out into gales of laughter, clutching his stomach and falling back. "Wow, poor guy. He has to tutor some idiot just so his laptop won't get reduced to a pile of rubble."

Also bursting out into laughter, Taichi finished the rest of the letter and his laughter ceased with an uneasy chuckle. "Y-Yamato," he stuttered, "He's making major moolah offa this guy! Who knows, maybe Koushirou will be richer than you?"

Yamato pushed Taichi aside and read the rest of the letter. An aura of jealousy surrounded him. He repeated the letters content as if it was nothing then said, "Fifty dollars per a lesson? That's extreme. That idiot really is an idiot."

The boy snorted. "Methinks one is jealous."

"Of fifty dollars? NO," Yamato returned rudely, glaring daggers at the boy beside him.

Just grinning, Taichi reached for the mouse to pick another letter. "Hey, maybe we ought to check his files after this," he said. Chuckling, Taichi opened another letter.

At this point, the phone rang and both jumped. Shaken out of his nerves, Taichi reached for the phone and answered it with a trembling, "Hello...?"

"Taichi? Why do you sound like you're sitting on a vibrating chair? Anyway, it's going to take me a while longer. I just can't find that disc. Don't forget to save me the potato juice!" Koushirou shouted from the other end of the line.

Having heard their conversation, Yamato took a swipe for the phone. Taichi stuck his tongue out and pressed it against his ear, yelling, "It's not like we want it. You can have a life time supply if my mom's willing to make that much!" On an after note, he muttered, "God I hope she doesn't."

While Taichi was spooked by his own idea, Yamato grabbed the phone. "Say, Koushirou, got any games on your laptop?" he asked in an innocent voice.

There was a long pause on the other end. "No...why?"

Yamato sighed and replied dismissively, "No reason. Just curious. We're a bit bored, that's all." He rose an eyebrow as Taichi's eyes widened.

"Oh. Well have you logged off my e-mail account?"

Taichi made a lunge for the phone, but Yamato leaned to his right and stuck his left foot up. "No duh? See you in...minutes," he said quickly, turning the phone off and letting out a yell as Taichi let out a battle cry and practically jumped on top of him. "Damn it," the guitarist swore. "Taichi! Get off of me!"

After a few minutes of wrestling around, the door to Taichi's room opened once more, revealing an annoyed Hikari and a blinking Takeru. "Hey, Yamato, don't you have anything better to do than pick fights with Tai? I thought you said you were here to finish the song," the boy asked his older brother.

"Tai, if you don't stop acting like a monkey," Hikari snapped in a threatening voice, "I'm telling Mom to funnel all the potato juice down your throat! Takeru and M-"

"Hey, Hikari, what's going on?" Another girl walked over and pushed up her glasses. "Wow, what a sight. I told you we'd get further at my house, but hey, this is entertainment." Miyako broke into a smile and pointed to the laptop. "Hey, that's Koushirou's, right?"

Glaring, Taichi put his hands out, edging in front of the laptop. "Away!" he said, kicking Yamato away.

Groaning, the guitarist rolled to his feet and pushed Tai aside. He let out a sigh and said, "Tai and I have work to do, thanks Takeru. Hey, Taichi, maybe you should get your sister to tutor you." No sooner had the grin come to the face than Taichi made another lunge at him.

Takeru rolled his eyes and picked the guitar up as the two boys rolled by, at each other's necks. "Man, I feel sorry for this thing," he muttered, placing it on the bed.

Miyako ran across the room and to the computer. "Wow, this is so great!" she squealed. "I'm really touching Izumi Koushirou's laptop!" There was a determined flame in her eyes. "Now, I'll discover why no one else can touch his laptop!" she declared. There were a few clicks of the mouse, a scrolling sound, and a sigh from Hikari, who realized that her entire purpose of coming in to shut her brother up was wasted when Takeru began playing a few notes on his brother's guitar.

If you can't beat them, join them, she thought dismally, walking over and taking a seat beside Miyako. Immediately, she froze and stiffly turned to her brother. "Taichi Yagami get over here right now!" Hikari ordered, blinking a few times when she turned back to the computer screen.

The older boys jumped to their feet and ran over almost immediately. Taichi ran straight there, practically pushing both girls aside to read the e-mail. Yamato strode over to snatch his guitar from his sheepish younger brother before the two joined the others.

"'Dear Koushirou, glad to know you got the package. I'll be sending another order soon. Make sure no one else gets his or her hands on it. It's extremely rare. I've found another located on an island named--eh...I forgot the island's name. Bah, old age is a trifle annoying. If you want it, e-mail back.' Signed, 'G.' Wow, what's he dealing with?" Miyako said aloud.

Yamato shrugged. "Drugs?" he guessed.

A glare was pointed his way. The older Yagami scolded, "Now just because he makes fifty dollars a lesson just tutoring a guy in computers, doesn't give you the right to be jealous. Or make stupid assumptions." He snickered, glad that no one was there to interrupt his snide comments.

Hikari was miffed. Clearing her throat, she closed the e-mail and opened another. "Wow...he keeps in touch with Mimi? She hasn't e-mailed me in forever!" she commented in amazement.

There was a laugh from behind her. Pushing Hikari and his own brother out of the way, Takeru took a seat in between Hikari and Miyako and took the mouse in his hand. He shut the e-mail Hikari had opened and instead opened another. The three classmates fell silent before exchanged glances. Takeru turned to his brother and asked, "Yamato, I didn't know you asked Koushirou to get those."

The musician's eyes widened. "Uh...'those,' right. What are 'those' if I may ask?" he stuttered. Although he tried to keep calm, the fear radiated like a rancid smell.

Taking off his hat and fanning himself with it, Takeru replied, "You know. The metronome and stuff. I always thought you went to that music store for those." When his brother let out what sounded like a relieved sigh, Takeru chuckled, "Confession time."

"Not now, Takeru! There are more important things at hand!" Taichi grabbed a hold of the mouse and opened another e-mail. He stared at it for a while before bursting in laughter. "God, what idiot sent this paper?" he asked, voice cracking.

His sister gave him an odd look. "Tai, isn't that your paper?" she asked.

The older Yagami fell silent as he read through the paper further. Slouching, he muttered, "Did I really write that? Man I suck." He let out a depressed sigh and fell back onto the floor again.

"Geez, Taichi, were you half asleep when you wrote this?" Miyako asked as she readjusted her glasses to read the paper as she scrolled through.

"Truthfully?" he croaked. Takeru shot him a questioning look. "Yeah, yeah...it was one o'clock. But come on! They had an awesome movie marathon!" Taichi sat up with a laugh. "You should have seen it!" he cackled.

Hikari shook her head. "Sadly, I had to."

"Aw...Hikari," Taichi whined. "Why do you always have to give me that attitude?"

The girl just sighed. Pointing to Koushirou's laptop, she told him, "Judging from the quality of your paper, Tai, I think it's time you toughened up. College is right around the bend for you-"

Tai groaned and covered his ears, turning to Miyako. "Hurry! Next e-mail!" he yelled.

Grabbing the mouse, Yamato muttered, "We don't have time. It's been past ten minutes! We have to look through his files. We'll come back to his e-mail's later." Quickly, he minimized the windows and smirked as he clicked on Koushirou's computer. What he saw nearly made him choke. "He lied to me?"

Taichi pushed the girls aside to get a better look at the screen. His eyes squinted and he asked, "What? Where? Who lied? Why?" Trailing off, Taichi's eyes widened as he realized what it was. "No...no way!" Grinning, he looked at Yamato and yelled in unison with the boy, "EVERY SINGLE GAME YOU CAN DREAM OF!"

Yamato was about to click on an icon when his brother swatted his hand aside. Giving the older boy a stern look, Takeru took the mouse into his own hands. "Come on, you guys. That's enough. Leave Koushirou's computer alone, would you?" he told them in a firm voice.

"Kids, the potato juice is ready," Mrs. Yagami said. She opened the door and walked in carrying a tray and a smile. "Oh...where's Koushirou?" Looking slightly disappointed, she placed the tray down on the table next to Tai's bed. "Oh well. What are you kids doing? Hikari, I thought you had your own little project to work on."

Hikari beamed up at her mother and replied, "Oh, we're just helping Taichi with his paper." As she said this, she minimized the windows and brought up a word document.

Smiling back, Mrs. Yagami nodded and exited the room. Taichi let out a sigh of relief. "Good thinking, Hikari," he told his sister, edging away from the tray of the potato juice and staring at the computer.

Hikari just frowned disapprovingly. "No, Tai, I'm serious."

Taichi groaned, "Hikari..."

At this point, Yamato let out a snicker. "I told you she'd be a great tutor for you, Taichi."

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While Takeru and Miyako began to bug Yamato to play his guitar for them, Hikari worked for a full eight minutes with her brother to go through his mistakes and correct them. "When Koushirou comes back, I want him to be amazed that you did this all yourself!" she told him as Taichi scrolled through the document to read his paper word for word and make the necessary corrections.

"Hikari," Tai grumbled, "you're as bad as Piximon!"

To this comment, Yamato's fingers accidentally hit the wrong strings. He looked at Taichi with a start. "Is that possible?"

Takeru chuckled, but remained silent as Miyako sent a look from Yamato to Taichi. "What?" she asked, confused. "I don't get it! Tell me!" she said. Miyako looked furious as she yanked off her glasses and stood up. "I want to know!"

"When we went to the Digital World for the first time," Takeru told her, "Piximon trained us." He paused and chuckled at the memory. "Physical labor. That was our training. Taichi and Agumon had a little adventure of their own."

Taichi wrinkled his nose. "I can hear him now..."

"'Yup, yup!'" Yamato mimicked in a high voice.

Everyone burst out laughing when the phone rang. Taichi yelled, "I'll get it!" and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said.

"Taichi? Good news and bad news. The good news is I remember where I put what I was looking for. The bad news is it's going to take me a while to get it back. It should take half an hour at the most. Shut down the laptop, okay?" Koushirou told him.

Letting out a nervous laugh, Taichi sent Yamato a look. "Oh, right...shut down the laptop. Got ya. See you in half an hour..."

Less than enthusiastically, Taichi slammed the phone back down on the receiver and turned to the computer. Yamato stood up and placed his guitar down. "Time...to..."

"DEAL AS MUCH DAMAGE AS POSSIBLE! WHERE'S THE BLACKMAIL INFORMATION? WHERE?" Taichi yelled furiously, reaching for the computer. Several shouts of protest rose. Before Tai could even do so much as to touch the computer, Takeru slid in front, hand on the mouse. Startled out of his rage, Taichi blinked.

Takeru just smiled brightly and hummed as he opened a few of Koushirou's files, closing them when finding nothing suitable. After a while, he closed the folders and returned to the e-mails, sorting through them and finding nothing of interest. Finally, he shook his head and turned to the others. "Nope. Nothing you can hit a guy with," he said.

Yamato narrowed his eyes on his brother but said nothing. The question in his mind was obvious; when was Takeru such an expert on such facts?

"So we've got two pages to kill until the end?" Miyako asked, yawning and nearly bumping into the untouched tray of perfectly innocent looking potato juice. She shot them a look and shook her head. "You know, I'm thirsty," she commented, picking up a glass.

There was a grin on Taichi's face. Slyly, he suggested, "Why don't we go around and say our opinion on the potato juice and when we first drank it?" Miyako had raised the glass to her lips, but lowered it and raised an eyebrow. "I'll start. I DON'T KNOW WHEN BUT IT'S EVIL!"

A sigh erupted from the younger Yagami. "Sadly, I have to agree with him. I drank it when I was five. One sip and I ran to the bathroom to wash my mouth out," she admitted.

"What was it? After the first Diaboromon incident...yeah, then. I came over to Tai's house to ask for something--homework I think, but his mom gave me a glass...it's worse than Takeru's cooking," Yamato added the last comment with a shiver.

Takeru glared at his brother. "Hey! Well, I actually haven't tasted it yet," he said, taking a glass.

"You don't want to!" Taichi warned him.

Takeru just smiled and brought the glass to his lips, drinking it till there wasn't a drop left. Miyako followed, only taking a hesitant sip. Placing the cup down, Takeru covered his mouth with one hand while the other rested on his stomach. "Bathroom," he croaked, jumping to his feet and running out the room.

Hikari, Taichi, and Yamato let out sighs. "I warned him," Taichi muttered under his breath. The other two watched as Miyako, with great difficulty, managed to swallow. Tai turned to her. "So...?"

A series of coughs answered his question.

"My mom's really a great cook. It would just help a lot more if she didn't try those crazy recipes!" Hikari insisted.

Taichi pointed to his sister. "No...she's got a point. But for years, Mom's been trying to perfect the stupid recipe. We're her guinea pigs. She wanted to make it like our grandma's, only..." he trailed off and shrugged.

Shrugging as well, Yamato muttered, "You ought to let me into the kitchen. I feel like taking over right now."

"What, you want to poison us?" Taichi accused.

With a pained expression on his face, Takeru walked into the room and sat down in front of the computer. "I...think...I..."

Shaking his head, Taichi placed a hand on the younger boy's back. "It happens to them all," he said in a dramatic voice. "It happens to them all..."

"Drama king," Yamato muttered.

"Crazy rock star dude."

"Dork who can't even write a proper paper."

"PAIN IN-"

There was a beeping sound and both boys fell silent. Takeru looked up and turned to the others. "Hey, it's from Mimi!" he told them, opening the e-mail. Takeru noticed there was a document attached and downloaded it. He then quickly copied and pasted the material it contained in a word document, saved the document, marked the e-mail as unread, then logged out of the account. Taichi and Yamato let out yells, but Takeru just shook his head. "We don't need it anymore," he told them. Quickly, he opened his own e-mail account. A small smile appeared on his face. "No new mails. Yamato, care to try?"

Catching on to what his brother was getting at, Yamato grinned. "So you're not so innocent," he laughed, checking his own e-mail account. Miyako, Taichi and finally Hikari followed, and Takeru made sure they double-checked, too.

Finally, they opened the word document and read what had been in the e-mail.

"Th-thirty pages?" Taichi stuttered, eyes widening. A groan followed as he fell back on the ground for the umpteenth time. "Man that girl can write!"

"Quiet..." Everyone else gathered around close to quickly scan through the e-mail. At several points, Yamato or Miyako would move back and make a face before getting even close to read.

Finally, Takeru summed up aloud, "'America's great. You ought to visit, Koushirou. You can always stay over at my place. Lots of love, Mimi.' Well, this is what you can get him with no--hey, there are more pages?" Curiously, he scrolled down and shut his eyes. "Mimi...is the weirdest person I know."

After a few more seconds, Hikari and Miyako burst out into laughter, falling back on the floor and clutching their stomachs. Yamato just reddened slightly before turning away. Suddenly curious (especially because of the last few sentences), Taichi jumped to his feet and crawled over to see what all the commotion was about. "HOLY WHAT THE HECK?" he yelled, eyes widening considerably.

In the remainder of the document, there were pictures of a handbag, sandals, Mimi by the beach, and various other things Taichi would have thought Mimi would send to Sora, perhaps. Instead, each picture had a caption under it stating something about how it was 'so cute!' or 'to die for!' Taichi made a face. "Girls," he muttered in disgust.

There were a few thuds that Tai mistook for Miyako and Hikari rolling around. Seconds later the door was thrown open, revealing a panting Koushirou. "I...found...i-hey, what's that?" he stuttered, eyes wide as he ran over to his computer and pushed everyone aside. "Taichi, what did you do to my computer?" exclaimed the genius. "Why is--oh, Mimi wrote?" There was silence for several seconds before an extremely red Koushirou turned around to face everyone. "Y-you...all of you?"

Immediately, Takeru, Hikari, Miyako and Yamato pointed to Taichi. "He did it!" they chorused. However, Takeru, Hikari and Miyako's fingers were pointed between Yamato and Taichi.

Koushirou, pale-faced, placed the document in the trash after closing it. He quickly checked his e-mail for any sabotage, then his files. Finding everything to be satisfactory, he turned back to Tai and Yamato. "If I ever do something like this again, I'll remember to take my laptop with me," he muttered.

Taichi grinned as he picked the tray off the table and held it out to Koushirou. "Potato juice?"

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A/N-

Pure humor is what it's meant to be. Thus the slight OOC. I might do a part two. Opinion's good news for me. As usual, I feel there's something wrong in the story, so if you spot what it is, that would be nice. There will be another chapter. Probably two more.

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