Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fine Art ❯ Idiosyncrasy ( Chapter 5 )

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I munched on my chicken, absently doodling on a piece of scrap paper I had picked off my trash pile. It was a lame attempt to draw Chibimon eating. "Bleck." I crumbled it and tossed it under my bed.

Chibimon looked up over his piece of meat. "Daisuke?" He asked, his voice muffled from the food in his mouth, "I'm really thirsty. May I have something to drink?"

"Sure," I patted his head affectionately and stood up. "Soda okay?"

"Soda? Okay!"

Closing the door firmly behind me, I padded into my hallway. As I passed Jun's room, I noticed strange screams being emitted from inside. Straining my ears, I pressed against the door and tried to figure just what my sister was doing. It sounded like a hundred thousand girls yelling their tiny heads off. "What the hell?" I banged on the door. "Jun, what the hell are you listening to?"

My sister pulled the wooden door open, scowling at me. "What now, Daisuke?"

I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't know what kind of person finds screaming girls an attractive kind of music." I scowled back at her. "So I've come to the conclusion that you're an alien."

Jun rolled her eyes and flopped back inside her room. "If you must know, it's a tape I made at Yama's last concert."

I shuffled into her room. "No... Yamato definitely doesn't sound like that."

"Listen carefully." Jun turned up the volume.

More screams. "Wait, I think I hear him." I plopped onto my sister's bed, giving her a weird expression. "You must really be desperate."

My sister's eyes watered. "Look Daisuke, I don't expect a stupid, immature little pig of a brother to understand the deep pain I experience on a daily basis, but you could at least let me suffer alone!"

I scowled for a second time. "Relax Jun." I waved my hand at her, dismissing her "sufferings", such as they were. "You should get over him and move on with your life." We had this discussion, rather, this argument, and a lot. It usually ended with me getting slapped, but it was worth getting my sister mad.

Instead of snapping back as she usually did, Jun slouched her shoulders and turned away from me. She leaned against her Yamato-picture covered wall, and sighed softly. "I'm trying."

I stared at her back, wondering how to react. Deciding that I was trudging on dangerous grounds, I silently backed out of her room and shut the door after me.

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"Next, I will demonstrate the correct way to..."

Block him out, just block him out. Filling my head with images of the Digiworld, I successfully tuned my teacher out of my mind. Ah, peace at last.

My thoughts wandered in the stale classroom air. The Digital World... If only I was there instead of school. I'd call Ken over, and we'd go together, fighting the darkness of evil side by side. After we'd defeat our foe, we'd stand next to each other, staring out at the land we had worked so hard to save. Ken would grin and turn to me, and I'd lean closer and then he'd...

I shot up in my seat.

My teacher blinked at my sudden movement. "I wasn't aware you found this so interesting."

What? I sank back down, a blush creeping into my cheeks. "Heh... well, I do. It's so intriguing, sir."

"Would you mind telling the class what you find so amazing about plant cell structure, Motomiya?"

I grimaced but obediently stood up. "It must be the..." Stalling for time, I raked my gaze across my classroom. Across the room, Hikari and Miyako bent their heads together and giggled. "...The organization of the..." Hikari giggled again, and winked at me. My blush deepened. "...Organelles."

"What exactly, Motomiya?"

Burst into flames, burst into flames, I wished silently. When my teacher didn't combust, I put my most charming smile on. He didn't think that I had been paying attention. Well, he was right about that, but what he didn't know was that Ken had helped me on plant cells recently. "Well, I believe my fascination began with the nucleus, sir." I drawled, enjoying the surprised look that registered on his face. "The nucleus, yes, definitely that. Just the idea that RNA is created inside and then leaves the nucleus through the nucleus pores gives me shivers, sir. But it only gets better."

My whole class stared at me. Even Yolei looked dumbfounded. Lazily, I continued. "The endoplasmic reticulum, don't those words excite you, sir? Dotted with ribosomes. Simply... breathtaking."

"Thank you, Motomiya." My teacher said, his eyes wide. "That will be enough."

With a pleased bow, I lowered myself into my chair. Ha. I was the champion. No one, not even my science teacher, could get me down.

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My teacher left me alone for the rest of the period. After an eternity, the bell rang and I made a quick exit into the hallway, not wanting to be bothered by questions of my actions. "Please don't let my teacher catch me..." I prayed quietly as I dashed down the hall.

"Hey Daisuke!" Hikari, Miyako behind her, called after me.

"Hi guys." I slowed down and waited patiently for them to catch up.

"Wow Daisuke," Miyako gushed as she approached. "You really showed him!"

I assumed, correctly, that she spoke of my ingenious coup d'etat in science class. Wow, French. Ken really had rubbed off on me. I grinned at them. "Admit it, I'm the best."

Hikari laughed and jabbed me with her elbow. "Don't get cocky, Dai. All you did was prove how smart you are. It wasn't an overthrow or anything."

My brows drew together. What had she called me? It didn't sound good, being cocky. And it was an overthrow. I had stood up to the leader of scientific evilness. Not sure what kind of answer she was expecting, I nodded and attacked the part of her speech that I understood. "I'm not smart. I was just reciting what Ken told me."

Miyako snorted. "I knew it. Daisuke isn't capable of comprehending biology."

I was crestfallen at Miyako's biting words, but I agreed with her. "Or anything else."

Hikari's eyes softened. "Don't say that. Either of you." She sent a dirty look to Yolei. "Daisuke isn't stupid. Right?" Her expression was fierce, like she was going into battle. Her ruby eyes changed from gentle to determined, and she frowned, her perfect mouth pouting. "You are smart, no matter how hard you deny it."

I was confused again. Why was she standing up for me? "Uh... I have to go to art now.." I backed up, away from the girls. "See you guys in lunch." For the second time that day, I ran away.

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I returned to the same seat I had had the day before. I was in no mood to deal with my classmates, and I knew that sanctuary could be found in solitude.

Misono, still as nervous as the day before, stood in the front of the class. "Today," she trembled, "We will be drawing an object from memory." She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. "Yesterday, I asked you to draw an object in front of you. I hoped that you would draw exactly what you saw, as a way to train yourselves on how to draw more realistically."

I knew she was talking about me.

"I believe you will find that drawing something without having it to look at will prove to be more difficult."

Someone I didn't recognize raised her hand. "What does the drawing have to be of?"

"Anything."

"Anything at all?"

"Yes," Misono affirmed with a nod. "It can be a thing, a place, or a person."

Well, that answered my question. Immediately I knew what I was going to draw Ken.