A.C.: Midterms... and I'm still writing, what's up with that -o-
I don't really like this chapter. I think it's because it doesn't really go anywhere hmm.
I shall apologize in advance for its generic boring-nesss xp
Disclaimer: I still don't own Digimon
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The churning water creates wave like patterns on the silver sand.
He sees them but they don't see him.
A stray Scubamon comes by asking if he needs anything.
He shows his teeth and the scuba-diving Digimon scurries away.
He lets out a quiet laughter and continues his watch.
-x-
In the end Daisuke gave him the unnecessarily extensive tour of the sanitary facilities.
Or as most people called it, 'the ruins of what used to be the bathroom'.
If there was any sentient thought left other than wanting to claw his eyes out afterwards, it would have been that he now knew which stalls were never fixed.
Takeru flips through his Japanese text book.
A poem there, a short story, an excerpt from a famous novel...
News traveled quickly it seemed, there were people crowding around the doors to see the newest additions to their school.
He looks away from the door when he spots a pair of familiar winking eyes.
There are giggles –mainly from girls- and whispered passed all around when the sun hits his hair at the right angle making it glow like a flare.
He ducks blushing.
He is glad that Yukimura is dozing in his seat next to him. The boy is shorter but built thicker. Takeru finds that if he leans slightly over his desk, he can keep out of others' sight.
He lets out a relieved sigh when the bell rings.
-x-
He breathes slowly in and out.
He knows that Gennai's underwater home can't be far now.
But he's tired, his bare thighs covered in minute scratches and caked with mud.
Patamon wasn't fairing very well either.
The rookie was on the boy's lap half-asleep and half-alert for possible dangers heading there way. But there was none –at least none that he could detect- so the winged Digimon lets out a sigh and digs snuggles deeper against the boy's stomach.
"How far now Patamon?"
"Mmm not far now..."
Patamon twitches his ear.
It felt as if a fly was sitting on it.
"How far is that?"
But Patamon does not answer, just content to be by his chosen's side till the ends of time.
None of them notice the glassy blue eyes peering through the dark.
-x-
The last bell rings and everyone lets out a relieved moan or two.
Yukimura is eagerly stuffing his books in his backpack. Yagami was neatly putting away her notes into her file. Up in the front, Motomiya was arm-wrestling with his neighbors as they all waited for their dismissal.
Their teacher comes in, eyes flashing as she slams her books down on the platform in the front of the class room.
She takes a deep breath and breathes out.
There is silence.
Sato Naoko waves her hand dismissively as she rearranges her pile of books.
Yagami, seemingly used to this stands up from her seat.
"Kiwotsuke," she looks around expectantly, she faces forward and bows. "Re-."
The rest follow.
"Arigatou Gozaimas."
-x-
Once Takeru finishes packing, he notices that a handful of people –including Hikari and Daisuke- stay behind.
They were going up and down the alleys between the desks and sweeping like mad. A girl came in, dragging three mops behind her. Two other students take mops from her and they begin mopping the floor.
A squinty-eyed by protests saying that they hadn't finished sweeping,
Takeru asks Daisuke –who happened to be nearby- why he is cleaning.
The brunette promptly replies with a pouty glare.
"What's it to you?"
"Daisuke be nice."
Hikari admonishes. She smiles sunnily at him.
He thinks she looks prettier like that.
"We take turns cleaning up the classroom after school." She explains as they begin to sweep up the dust and candy wrappers. "You don't need to worry about it. You're not on the roster."
"Neither are you," Daisuke says longingly, "Hikari-chan is sooo nice staying behind to help us."
"Oh... we used to have a janitor to clean for us..."
"Wow, you guys were really lucky." Hikari giggles, "It must be hard trying to adjust here."
"Hikari-chan is so kind for taking notice of a guy like him..."
"Uhh..." Takeru mutters, noticing the boy's obvious infatuation. "I think I better get home now."
Hikari nods,
"See you tomorrow Ishida-kun."
-x-
In hindsight, he realized he should have just run.
Ishimata Hitomi tucks back a stray lock of hair neatly as her friends surround him with adoring eyes.
He recognizes a few by their faces. Theirs are the kind that makes him cringe and turn away.
Some of the boys are hanging around behind her looking bored.
"Arisu was wondering..." a daintier version of Hitomi comes up to him looking breathless, "Could Takeru-kun be Arisu's boyfriend?"
Though having been raised in France most of his life, he did have some ideals he abided to and knew that it was just not right for this Arisu girl to be calling him by his first name.
Takeru backs away.
Arisu presses herself forward, her dark brown eyes seeming to glow.
He remembers waist length gold hair and pale blue eyes.
"I'm sorry... I already have a girlfriend?"
He just hopes that she won't kill him for it.
The girls look disappointed.
Arisu looks crestfallen.
Hitomi looks irate.
Encouraged he walks forward and safely passes them.
"Wait a minute."
Another girl grabs his arm.
He remembers her as the long-haired girl who was given detention by their science teacher.
He has no idea how she got out.
"If you already have a girlfriend what's her name?"
"It's... Catharine."
The rest give out a coo of wonder. The boys look in interest.
"Is she pretty? Does she have blonde hair like you? Is she fat? Is she tall?"
"Umm look, my dad's probably expecting me. Bye!"
He really doesn't like that group.
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He blinks.
"This area already has a black spire on it and now you're telling me you want me to go and destroy it...?"
The dark haired teen crosses his legs playfully as he plays with the various screens.
There is a room featuring two Otamamon flailing against each other. A room showing captive Digimon stuck in stifling conditions with only a minimal space allowed for them to survive.
The blonde looks away in distaste.
"Now, now dear knight. I just want to see what you and your partner can do... that's all."
'Try spending more time with Wormmon.'
The blonde bites his tongue.
"Anything else?"
"Oh yes, there's some trash in sector F-1. Go take care of him won't you?"
The blonde looks down upon his hand.
It's covered with leather and black thread, hiding from the world what they really looked like beneath.
He clenches his hands.
He has the power to do something, anything, to save Digimon from their untimely fates. But what does he do instead?
He speeds up the process.
He stifles a laugh.
"Of course."
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"Yeah mom, first day. It was fine, but kids here are really weird... oh really? Tell her I said 'hi' back. No, he's not here. He said he had something to do... MOM...! No! No... Yes really. Oh the soup's done, call you later, dad's going to freak after seeing this month's phone bill. Uh-huh, we should try that. Oh that must be Yama, bye mom love you too."
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A.C.: 'Kiwotsuke' means 'look out' or 'be careful' but it can also be used to call to attention in class. I think 're-' is to bow... I'm not quite sure. 'Re-' is actually spelt 'rei' in romanji but you don't actually pronounce the 'i' part at the end so I used a hyphen instead.
Arigatou gozaimas (there's supposed to be a 'u' at the end of gozaimas but again you don't pronounce it so I took it out) is what the students say in appreciation for teacher's efforts for teaching them. It's kinda like a respectful 'good bye'
Bleh, if any of the stuff I just wrote was totally off the mark... please leave me a review telling me what went wrong.
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Restless Brook- Thanks. I think Takeru will need some serious counseling after I finish this fic though ㅆ;;
BenignUser- thanks for the review x3