Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fine Art ❯ Friendship Boosts ( Chapter 4 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

*hugs Daisuke* Love ya! I think Daisuke is the easiest of the Digidestined to write about... so I'll probably make this my longest story yet... um... yeah.

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I have one talent. It's not much, but it's helpful. I can erase my memories.

Yup.

As soon as school ends, I wipe my head clean of anything I learned and am able to continue with my life. The downside of my talent is that I fail almost every test.

My consistently bad grades inspired my parents to get me a tutor, and at first, I had refused with every fiber of my being.

Then I learned my tutor was Ken.

It was fantastic. I could go over his apartment, or he could come over mine, and my parent's wouldn't be suspicious. Ken would tutor me for an hour or so, until I convinced him that playing soccer was the best way to learn math, and then we'd go out, practice a little and call it a day.

Sometimes I'm a genius too.

At least, that's what we did at first. My grades still sank lower, however, and Ken decided that my plans of soccer playing interfered with me not failing. He kicked me into action, and attempted to teach, really teach, me everything I needed to know. He can be pretty stupid sometimes, even for a child prodigy.

I felt bad, after I failed a test. Ken put too much time and effort into me. I wasn't worth his worrying, but I couldn't seem to make him see it.

I tried not to think about it.

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"He shoots, he scores!" I smacked an empty soda can with my foot, sending it flying into the bushes. I walked home from school alone, with the exception of Chibimon.

I used to walk with Takeru and Hikari. I'd follow them home, included, but not really. I stopped doing that. And I refused to walk with Miyako.

"I totally kick ass."

"I know!" Chibimon, perched on my head, wiggled with glee. "You're the best, Dai!"

"Aren't I though?" Chibimon loved me, and that was good enough for me. "That's why I'm the leader of the Digidestined."

"You're so cool!"

I grinned. "Thanks Chibimon," I said, my mood rising from 'unbelievably crappy' to 'pleased as punch'. "And you're the best Digimon, no contest."

"Really?"

"Of course!" I counted off the reasons on my fingers. "You digivolve into the best stages, you tell the best jokes, you're blue, you like candy and you're partnered up with me. In conclusion, you rock."

"So combined, we're an unstoppable force, huh?"

"You bet!" I grinned, but didn't really mean it. "No one can get us down."

"Not even Hikari!"

"Not even her. Not even Takeru. Not even Miyako. And definitely not Iori."

"What about Ken?"

"Ken?" I stopped in my tracks. "Well, there's always an exception to the rule."

Chibimon leaned over my forehead to stare down at me. "What do you mean, Daisuke? Does Ken upset you?"

"Yes and no." I shrugged, unable to explain it. "I'm not sure."

"Oh." Chibimon frowned. "I don't understand. How come you don't know?"

"I just don't, okay?" I snapped, annoyed. "I'm too stupid to know."

Chibimon looked hurt. "You're not stupid Daisuke," he said quietly, his large black eyes gazing into mine. "You're the smartest person I know."

I sighed. "Do you think you could relax your grasp on my hair?" I changed the subject, blocking my feelings from bothering me again. "My scalp's beginning to hurt."

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"I'm home!" I sang as I stepped into my apartment. When no one answered, I yelled it louder. "I said, I'm home!"

"What do you want? A medal or something?" Jun's head poked out of her room. Her normally gross hair looked even worse than usual. Appartently her newest plot to win Yamato was to look as revolting as possible. I never understood girls.

I sent her a death look and strolled into the kitchen. "I deserve one."

Jun grumbled and retreated into her chamber.

I pulled Chibimon out of my backpack and set him on the kitchen counter. "Now, my fine blue buddy, what would we like for a snack?"

Chibimon giggled. "Food!"

I laughed along with him. "Well, it's a start." After searching through my refrigerator, I pulled out a plate of leftover chicken. I stuffed it into our microwave and pushed a few buttons. The machine lit up and the plate spun inside. I grinned in success. "I'm so cool."

"You're the best chef in the world." Chibimon breathed in awe.

Everyone should have a Digimon, I thought happily. "Here Chibimon, the chicken's done." At the beep, I opened the door and pulled out our meal. "We'll eat in my room."

"Who the hell are you talking to, Daisuke?" A shriek erupted from my sister's room. "Do you have a friend over? Is it Takeru? Did he bring Yama?"

"Stop kidding yourself Jun!" I tossed over my shoulder as I scooped Chibimon into my arms. "Yamato wouldn't be caught dead over here."

"So who are you talking to?"

"Hey, I'm having a private conversation with the voices in my head, thank you very much!"

My sister, complaining about her sufferings caused by having me as a brother, slammed her door.

I shared a grin with Chibimon. "Point for Daisuke. Jun - nothing."

"You're my hero, Daisuke."

Gods, I love being a digi-destined.