Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Intelligence ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: panchan14 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 582 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 582 | Status: Completed
Yamato looked at all of the people that had arrived in his apartment. Everyone was there, except for Daisuke and Ken. He was surprised that Daisuke hadn't shown up, but he figured Ken wouldn't want to. Just then, the door bell rang. He walked over to the door, and opened it. There stood Daisuke, and a reluctant looking Ken.
"Come in, come in, you're late," the older man said.
"Not my fault," Ken muttered.
"Sorry, my mother pulled some horrendous chores on me, and Ken was just along for the ride," Daisuke stated, smiling. The other two looked quite shocked.
"Horrendous? Where in the hell did you learn that word?" Yamato asked.
"Um, I don't know?" Daisuke put his hand behind his head, and blushed.
"Whatever, go join the rest of the idiots back there," he said, and left. Ken looked at Daisuke.
"Where did you learn that?" he asked his burgundy-haired best friend.
"I paid attention in class a few times, okay?" Daisuke said, "I didn't want to have to tell Mr. Cool that."
"That's simple enough to understand," Ken smiled. They then heard the yell of a young woman.
"Daisuke! Ken!" Miyako yelled out when she ran up to them.
"Hey, Miyako!" They said in union. She came up to them.
"Daisuke, careful note," Miyako stated, lowering her head, "Takeru is still pretty pissed, I would leave him alone, if I were you."
"Right, I'll leave him alone, maybe," the young man smiled at his friends' disapproving expression.
"That isn't going to blow over well, if he goes psycho killer on you all of a sudden," Ken said.
"Yeah," Miyako agreed.
"Fine, fine, I won't pester him, that much," he said.
"Jesus, Daisuke, that is the second word you have stumped me on," Ken said.
"What did I say this time?" he asked.
"Pester?" Miyako asked.
"I actually paid attention in class once or twice, is it that bad?" he asked them.
"No, but it is surprising," Miyako said. Daisuke nodded halfway in understanding. He then pulled away from the other two, looking for something to entertain him. He found a stack of paper and a pencil near the edge of the living room. He made sure that no one was really around, and that no one was using the paper, and Daisuke sat down. He smiled when he noticed the pencil was a mechanical one, and had plenty of lead. He began to draw pictures of people, none he actually knew. One was of a woman standing in front of a pond, crying, her tears meshing with the liquid on the ground. Another was of people at a techno rave. Yet another was of a woman falling, and a man just out of reach of saving her. Then there was the sketches, just of nothing in particular. He signed his name very small on the bottom, and left them, to go and talk to Ken and Miyako again.
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Yamato looked at the drawings of Daisuke's. He was utterly amazed with that talent that was spread across the little sheets of paper. He had noticed the little initials at the bottom of the pages, and was quite surprised. First, Daisuke had used a word he hadn't ever thought would come out of the boy's mouth, then he drew the pictures that should have been in an art gallery. He took them, and put them in a drawer in his room, to remind himself of the talented young man. He then looked at the clock, almost midnight. Time for everyone to get their asses to sleep. He was tired, and didn't feel like dealing with the rest of them.
"Okay everyone!" He called out over their voices, "Time for you all to get your asses to bed! I am tired, and I refuse to let you reign while I sleep." The room groaned, but everyone began to pull out their sleeping bags. Within an hour they were all somewhat sleeping. Yamato noticed one person, away from the rest. He dubbed it as Ken and went over to see the young man sleep. When he got there, though, it wasn't Ken. It was Daisuke. He smiled at the soft expression on the burgundy haired boy's face. Daisuke had been the least of his problems, which wasn't what he had expected. Yamato was actually pleased that the goggle boy had come to the party.
"What are you doing, Yama?" Taichi's voice whispered softly as he walked over to his best friend.
"Just watching him sleep," the blonde said. Taichi put his arm around his best friend, and watched with him.
"What's so great, he is asleep, there is nothing to watch," the wild haired man said.
"You don't see it?" The other shook his head. "He isn't reeking havoc everywhere, he is actually peaceful, and innocent."
"That's deep," Taichi said.
"I know, that's just me, though," Yamato said before he scooted the other to bed and went into his room.
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Daisuke awoke to the sun splashing on his tanned face. He smiled and sat up. There was everyone pile atop each other in their sleeping bags, still in the land of Nod. He walked to the rest room, did his business, and then heard a groan from the room across from the bathroom. He creaked open the door and saw Yamato sitting up from his huge bed. Daisuke knocked.
"Come in," Yamato grumbled. Daisuke walked in, smiling uncomfortably. Yamato seemed surprised. "What are you doing up so early?"
"Um, I wake up this early everyday?" Daisuke said.
"Damn, I thought you would be like Taichi, in bed till noon," Yamato said.
"I'm a stereotype, I am my own person," Daisuke muttered defiantly. Yamato choked back a cough.
"Damn, you are one surprise after another." the older said. Daisuke rose an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips.
"How so?"
"Oh, like the words you're using, your drawings, and many other things," Yamato said.
"Wait a minute! What about my drawings?" Daisuke asked.
"The ones I found on the table with DM signed on them,"the blonde said. Daisuke mentally slapped himself. How could he have left them out?
"Shit," he muttered. Yamato walked over to the younger and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, don't be ashamed, I think they are beautiful," the older whispered in Daisuke's ear. The younger blushed heavily, giving hasty thanks. "Hey, are you hungry?" Yamato asked.
"Sure," he said, walking out of the room, Yamato following. "So, what would you like?"
"Who said you were cooking?" Yamato asked.
"I can, actually, I am pretty good," Daisuke said. "So, what would you like?"
"Um, how about a Mexican omelette?"
"Perfect," was the reply, as Daisuke pulled out the jalapeño peppers, eggs, cheese, milk, and bell peppers. Within minutes the omelette was smelling really good, and a few people began to stir from their slumber. After five more minutes and the omelette was done, and looking really good. Yamato put a fork into it, and pulled out a chunk. The blonde shoveled it in his mouth, and smiled, eyes wide, nodding.
"Damn, pretty good," he said, "I think I have a competitor."
"Not really, but I can cook some," Daisuke stated, blushing.
"Nothing but a bag of surprised, and pretty good ones at that," Yamato said, as Miyako, Jyou, and Koushiro walked in, and Daisuke gave him a look to make him quiet.
"Hey," Jyou rumbled, "that looks pretty good."
"Yeah, how about you make one for me!" Miyako said. Yamato nodded, and began to make them, smiling.
"Hey, I have to go," Daisuke said, "Miyako?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you tell Ken to just come over when he wants, if he wants to? I am off," he said, pulling on his jacket and folding the sleeping bag.
"Why are you leaving so early?" Yamato asked, "It's only seven thirty!"
"I have business to attend to," he said, and with that, he walked out the door.
"That was weird," Miyako said, taking a bite out of her omelette. Everyone silently agreed, and continued to eat their omelettes.
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So, what do you think? I actually pumped out a longer chapter, the longest one I have in a while! Well, please review!
"Come in, come in, you're late," the older man said.
"Not my fault," Ken muttered.
"Sorry, my mother pulled some horrendous chores on me, and Ken was just along for the ride," Daisuke stated, smiling. The other two looked quite shocked.
"Horrendous? Where in the hell did you learn that word?" Yamato asked.
"Um, I don't know?" Daisuke put his hand behind his head, and blushed.
"Whatever, go join the rest of the idiots back there," he said, and left. Ken looked at Daisuke.
"Where did you learn that?" he asked his burgundy-haired best friend.
"I paid attention in class a few times, okay?" Daisuke said, "I didn't want to have to tell Mr. Cool that."
"That's simple enough to understand," Ken smiled. They then heard the yell of a young woman.
"Daisuke! Ken!" Miyako yelled out when she ran up to them.
"Hey, Miyako!" They said in union. She came up to them.
"Daisuke, careful note," Miyako stated, lowering her head, "Takeru is still pretty pissed, I would leave him alone, if I were you."
"Right, I'll leave him alone, maybe," the young man smiled at his friends' disapproving expression.
"That isn't going to blow over well, if he goes psycho killer on you all of a sudden," Ken said.
"Yeah," Miyako agreed.
"Fine, fine, I won't pester him, that much," he said.
"Jesus, Daisuke, that is the second word you have stumped me on," Ken said.
"What did I say this time?" he asked.
"Pester?" Miyako asked.
"I actually paid attention in class once or twice, is it that bad?" he asked them.
"No, but it is surprising," Miyako said. Daisuke nodded halfway in understanding. He then pulled away from the other two, looking for something to entertain him. He found a stack of paper and a pencil near the edge of the living room. He made sure that no one was really around, and that no one was using the paper, and Daisuke sat down. He smiled when he noticed the pencil was a mechanical one, and had plenty of lead. He began to draw pictures of people, none he actually knew. One was of a woman standing in front of a pond, crying, her tears meshing with the liquid on the ground. Another was of people at a techno rave. Yet another was of a woman falling, and a man just out of reach of saving her. Then there was the sketches, just of nothing in particular. He signed his name very small on the bottom, and left them, to go and talk to Ken and Miyako again.
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Yamato looked at the drawings of Daisuke's. He was utterly amazed with that talent that was spread across the little sheets of paper. He had noticed the little initials at the bottom of the pages, and was quite surprised. First, Daisuke had used a word he hadn't ever thought would come out of the boy's mouth, then he drew the pictures that should have been in an art gallery. He took them, and put them in a drawer in his room, to remind himself of the talented young man. He then looked at the clock, almost midnight. Time for everyone to get their asses to sleep. He was tired, and didn't feel like dealing with the rest of them.
"Okay everyone!" He called out over their voices, "Time for you all to get your asses to bed! I am tired, and I refuse to let you reign while I sleep." The room groaned, but everyone began to pull out their sleeping bags. Within an hour they were all somewhat sleeping. Yamato noticed one person, away from the rest. He dubbed it as Ken and went over to see the young man sleep. When he got there, though, it wasn't Ken. It was Daisuke. He smiled at the soft expression on the burgundy haired boy's face. Daisuke had been the least of his problems, which wasn't what he had expected. Yamato was actually pleased that the goggle boy had come to the party.
"What are you doing, Yama?" Taichi's voice whispered softly as he walked over to his best friend.
"Just watching him sleep," the blonde said. Taichi put his arm around his best friend, and watched with him.
"What's so great, he is asleep, there is nothing to watch," the wild haired man said.
"You don't see it?" The other shook his head. "He isn't reeking havoc everywhere, he is actually peaceful, and innocent."
"That's deep," Taichi said.
"I know, that's just me, though," Yamato said before he scooted the other to bed and went into his room.
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Daisuke awoke to the sun splashing on his tanned face. He smiled and sat up. There was everyone pile atop each other in their sleeping bags, still in the land of Nod. He walked to the rest room, did his business, and then heard a groan from the room across from the bathroom. He creaked open the door and saw Yamato sitting up from his huge bed. Daisuke knocked.
"Come in," Yamato grumbled. Daisuke walked in, smiling uncomfortably. Yamato seemed surprised. "What are you doing up so early?"
"Um, I wake up this early everyday?" Daisuke said.
"Damn, I thought you would be like Taichi, in bed till noon," Yamato said.
"I'm a stereotype, I am my own person," Daisuke muttered defiantly. Yamato choked back a cough.
"Damn, you are one surprise after another." the older said. Daisuke rose an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips.
"How so?"
"Oh, like the words you're using, your drawings, and many other things," Yamato said.
"Wait a minute! What about my drawings?" Daisuke asked.
"The ones I found on the table with DM signed on them,"the blonde said. Daisuke mentally slapped himself. How could he have left them out?
"Shit," he muttered. Yamato walked over to the younger and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, don't be ashamed, I think they are beautiful," the older whispered in Daisuke's ear. The younger blushed heavily, giving hasty thanks. "Hey, are you hungry?" Yamato asked.
"Sure," he said, walking out of the room, Yamato following. "So, what would you like?"
"Who said you were cooking?" Yamato asked.
"I can, actually, I am pretty good," Daisuke said. "So, what would you like?"
"Um, how about a Mexican omelette?"
"Perfect," was the reply, as Daisuke pulled out the jalapeño peppers, eggs, cheese, milk, and bell peppers. Within minutes the omelette was smelling really good, and a few people began to stir from their slumber. After five more minutes and the omelette was done, and looking really good. Yamato put a fork into it, and pulled out a chunk. The blonde shoveled it in his mouth, and smiled, eyes wide, nodding.
"Damn, pretty good," he said, "I think I have a competitor."
"Not really, but I can cook some," Daisuke stated, blushing.
"Nothing but a bag of surprised, and pretty good ones at that," Yamato said, as Miyako, Jyou, and Koushiro walked in, and Daisuke gave him a look to make him quiet.
"Hey," Jyou rumbled, "that looks pretty good."
"Yeah, how about you make one for me!" Miyako said. Yamato nodded, and began to make them, smiling.
"Hey, I have to go," Daisuke said, "Miyako?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you tell Ken to just come over when he wants, if he wants to? I am off," he said, pulling on his jacket and folding the sleeping bag.
"Why are you leaving so early?" Yamato asked, "It's only seven thirty!"
"I have business to attend to," he said, and with that, he walked out the door.
"That was weird," Miyako said, taking a bite out of her omelette. Everyone silently agreed, and continued to eat their omelettes.
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So, what do you think? I actually pumped out a longer chapter, the longest one I have in a while! Well, please review!