A.C.: Isn't there a law that says 'thou shalt not abolish PE?' I think there should be one
Watch out for grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: Nahh, I don't own Digimon.
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"TK, I found some food... TK?"
"Look Patamon!"
The little digimon drops its burdens and flies deeper into the cave, afraid that something might have happened to his chosen. But the boy isn't alarmed and the digimon relaxes as he perch next to the blonde boy stroking something round and heavy.
Patamon sniffs the metallic egg dubiously, twisting his neck as far as his non-existent neck allows, looking at the boy.
"A digi-egg? In here?"
The boy smiles and the digimon suddenly feel giddy for no reason.
"There was another one over there but I think it's stuck. I don't think it's a digi-egg at all."
The curious rookie pokes at the not-egg with his tiny black paws.
TK was right.
It is not an egg. It looks like a statuette of some kind bound to the floor. The symbol on the front looks familiar but Patamon cannot remember for it seemed as though it had been eons since they were all together.
The feeling passes and Patamon shrugs to sit on TK's head.
He looks at the golden egg, sees another symbol there different from the one on the not-egg. Patamon realizes this is not an egg either. No egg would ever possess a pair of ears on top.
"What do you think will hatch out of it?"
"We'll just have to wait and see. Come on TK, we haven't eaten in a whooole day!"
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The dragon shifts and pulses beneath the waters.
The waves roll above him, crashing down with foam.
It drives him further and further down.
He sees the mutated shades coming his way and he changes course.
There's no need to fight today, or talk, or do anything.
He would like to prefer to keep his form longer.
He likes the intelligence that comes along with the power; the knowledge impressing his goals firmly into his mind.
So he floats waiting.
He will wait until a despairing soul reopens the gate into the Dark Ocean.
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A crowd of students greet them as they go in.
His teacher quiets them down by rapping the chalkboard with a 30 centimeter ruler.
Takeru winces at the harsh noise.
There are few giggles every now and then but all eyes are now focused towards the front.
Sato Naoko clears her throat,
"Alright students, this is Ishida Takeru from Paris." Takeru nods to this absentmindedly as she resumes. "He's going to be studying with us for six months while his father finishes up his work here isn't that exciting?" she adds, "Be nice to him alright?"
There are few 'hi's and 'hello's from all across the room. Occasionally there is a 'bonjour' but the pronunciation is butchered and all wrong.
"Ooh Paris"
"I want to go there!"
There is a boy, Takeru recognizes him easily as the brunette from the field, who yells out,
"Introduce yourself in French!"
The teacher berates him for being so loud.
Takeru has never been more confused in his life.
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He's seated next to an energetic boy –'Yukimura Shiro, pleased to make your aquintence'- and is immediately surrounded on all sides by the student body.
He is bombarded with questions and he tries to answer them all, using his sadly lacking vocabulary to draw out his life in France.
The girl to the left of him, Yagami Hikari, asks if he's in anyway related to one Ishida Yamato.
Takeru reluctantly says 'yes' though he knows where this was probably going to end up.
As the crowd around him breaks out into synchronized gasps, the first bell rings and they all reluctantly go back to their seats.
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It seemed that the class had done little more than to inform the teacher that Takeru was from Paris when the bell rings. The second, the third and fourth passes by in the same way. It is 10 minutes before lunch break and there is a certain tension in the air as the home economics teacher drones on about the mechanisms of a pulley.
The students are fidgeting in their seats as they watch the second hand slowly complete one revolution.
To Takeru, it was as if the time would never stop flowing.
The bell rings like a lingering fire alarm.
The class breaks out in chattering noises as the class president –it was the Yagami girl- stands up and bows.
The other students follow a moment after.
Then the most impatient of the lot are jumping over the desks to get out of the classroom.
Takeru isn't hungry.
Not really.
But he knows that the school lunch here is expensive and that he is charged on a monthly basis, not daily like back in France.
He lets out a sigh.
Hikari mistakes it for something else entirely.
"Do you know where the cafeteria is?" Yagami asks. The 'obnoxious boy', as he dubbed earlier, is behind her glaring daggers at him. Takeru shakes his head in a silent 'no' and she smiles kindly at him. "Would you like to eat with us?"
He agrees because what else could he do?
He was new; he didn't want to be rude. He only has six months left in Japan but he feels that it would be nicer if he left his birth country without being hated by anyone.
Judging from the inflated cheeks of the brunette behind Yagami, his resolution was about as good as broken.
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The lunch leaves much to be desired; a scoop of rice, a spoon full of vegetables, a block of dried fish, and a bowl of cold miso soup.
It's a good thing he's not hungry.
He picks at his fish and chases the half-frozen peas around his food tray.
Again he's overwhelmed by questions coming from all sides.
Yagami tries to help but there was only so much one can do when one is also asking the questions.
Another group joins them.
Takeru senses that this group is wild, wild compared to Yagami's calm aura and Daisuke's –Hikari introduced him earlier- impatient one. Even Motomiya Daisuke looks irate at the group's entrance.
The hostility multiplies when one of the guys sit besides Yagami and smiles suavely at her, easily reducing her into a blushing child. One of the girls sits between them both.
He dislikes her immediately.
Her eyes are like slits of a fox mask, her nose is turned upwards making her look like a stuck-up pug puppy, and something about her mouth –like a gash across the lower half of the face- bothers him for reasons he cannot explain.
She grins slyly,
"Hi, I'm Ishitama Hitomi. You're Ishida Takeru right? Hear you've lived in Paris..."
His stomach is uneasy again.
He piles his food into the untouched soup bowl.
She watches all this with glittering eyes, her face mirthful as he finishes.
"What was it like there?"
He tries to pretend that he doesn't understand.
"Do you have a girl friend?"
Yagami frowns as she reluctantly pries her eyes from the tall boy sitting beside her.
Daisuke is seething, shooting dagger like glares at the taller boy's head. It's a wonder the chopsticks haven't broken under his grip.
Takeru is relieved when they all get up to return the trays.
The new group looks disappointed.
"I don't like them." Daisuke hisses sideways.
Takeru can't help but agree. There is something dangerous about them he cannot discern. He wishes that he had never met them.
"Sorry Ishida-kun." Yagami smiles apologetically, "My club has a meeting today so I can't really show you around. I'm sure Daisuke-kun can help you though." The auburn eyed brunette glares, they didn't really think so. "Well see you later Daisuke-kun, Ishida-kun."
She leaves them there standing.
Takeru looks inquiringly at Daisuke.
The brunette bites back,
"What are you looking at blondie?"
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A.C.: Don't you just love foreigners -coughs-
Daisuke's so hostile :3
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Restless Brook- I really wasn't expecting reviews for this so -hearts- for being the first reviewer x3 I find that this style is somewhat easier to use, I think it has to do with less detail hmm...