Bound: Right...this so did not take me hours to write because I was procrasinating... Thanks to all reviewers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, though I did recently reclaim my copy of the movie.

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"Does your mom always have this much energy in the morning?" That was the first question he had for Ken. Morning person, he was not and he didn't know if he could put up with that without going insane. His Aunt Rika seemed okay so far, but he seriously hoped that was a one time thing.

" You have no idea, I think she went easy on you." Ken gave a small smile of understanding.

" Mmm, thats great," this was said without hiding his sarcasm. Any of his friends knew he was not fully awake until atleast 10. Kouichi was the morning one, not him. His 'Nii-san wasn't bad about it though, he just woke up and went about his own business. " Anything else I should know?" He didn't care that he was being slightly rude considering they had just met but if they were going to live together his cousin would learn eventually.

" I think you'll be okay on your own," his cousin waved his hands towards the school gate. " If you'd like I'll introduce you to everyone before I drop you off at the office." Kouji looked towards the group Ken had waved to, two boys and two girls, they seemed decent enough. The one with the goggles reminded him oddly of Takuya though. An annoyig voice broke his chain of thoughts. Oh yeah another Takuya.

" Hey Ken, how was your weekend? Who's that creepy girl walking behind you? Oh wait thats a guy! Couldn't tell with the long hair, sorry man." Scratch that. This one was worse than Takuya.

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Kimura Kouichi had to have been the only kid to be wishing that the bell wouldn't ring. While everyone else in his class was waiting to go to lunch he was desperatly thinking of a way to avoid his friends. ' What's the point? No one can avoid a determined Takuya.' He glance at the clock again, 5 more minutes. With an unaudible groan he slid down in is seat. This wasn't good. What was he suppose to say? " Oh, Kouji? He went suicidal, may I take a message?"

And that wasn't all that was plaguing his mind. How was his brother? Was he settling in? Did something happen, is that why he hadn't called? The dark haired boy felt ready to bang is head against the desk. Luckily(or unfortunately, depending who you are) he was interupted by the bell. Sounds of chairs scraping against the floor and soon Kouichi was the only one left in the classroom. Slowly he got up from his seat. He wanted to avoid this for as long as possible.

" Kouji, what do I do?"

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" So here's your schedule and a school map. Sorry that no one is available to walk you around." The secretary glanced at the clock. " You've been in here awhile so just head to your fourth period class and after that you have lunch. Will you be able to find everything okay?"

" I'll be fine, thank you miss." Walking out of the office with the map in hand he went to find his locker first. If he was only going to make it to half of his classes he wasn't going to carry a whole bunch of crap around. He forgot that walking and reading- not a good combination. Looking up he was suprised to see one of his cousins friends, Takeru.

"Takaishi, wasn't it? Sorry." This one hadn't been near as bad as the goggle-head and the one with the glasses. He hadn't really said anything at all. Kouji got the feeling that he wasn't so good of friends with his cousin as the others.

" Don't worry about it, and just call me Takeru, or TK." He took the map out of Kouji's hand. "I have a study period, I can show you to your class."

Kouji just muttered a 'whatever.' His fourth period class was something called floral design. They'd only put him in there because it had the room, but atleast it counted as an art credit. He'd rather mess around with flowers than attempt to draw anything, his stick figures could scare anyone.

" Almost there." Damn, he had wanted to go to his locker first. " Sorry about Daisuke this morning. He's just like that, and I think you got on his badside."

" Really, I hadn't noticed." Apparently the blonde didn't notice is sarcasm.

" Well that comment about ' goggle-headed idiots' seemed to have pissed him off," he laughed. Or, maybe he had noticed. Kouji turned to study the blonde for the first time since this morning.

" There seemed to be some hostility towards you as well." He commented.

" Yeah, Daisuke has had this big crush on Kari ( the short haird one if Kouji remembered right) since elementary school. He thinks I do too and since me and Kari have been best friends since we were really young he hates me." The blonde stopped in front of a door, " Here you are for," he glanced at the schedule " floral design. Fun."

" I'm estatic I assure you." The other boy gave a small laugh.

" I'll see you at lunch Kouji."

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"KOUICHI! OVER HERE!" Takuya was standing up and yelling from the groups usual lunch spot. So much for trying to go unnoticed. The boy gave a sigh and headed over to his friends watching as Izumi beat up on Takuya for being so loud. Kouichi nervously sat down between Junpei and Izumi with a shaky 'Hello.'

" Kouichi something wrong?" Izumi asked.

" Yeah you left pretty fast this morning." Junpei said, as always backing up his crush.

" I'm fine, I just needed to talk to my first period teacher." He hoped they didn't notice his small wince. He hated having to lie to his friends. He tried to avoid conversation by eating his lunch and luckily Izumi had Takuya distracted. Not for long though, because the question he had been avoiding finally came up.

" So where's Kouji?"

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Bound: So I didn't quite get around to everything I was hoping too, but all in all I'm satisfied with this chapter. It focused a little more on Kouji but right now he's the one going through the most change. Please review!

Next chapter (hopefully): Kouichi has to think of something to tell everyone in Shibuya, Ken learns why Kouji moved to Odaiba, Twins contact eachother(I think I'm subconciously putting this off...)