Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Intelligence ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ 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: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 552 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 552 | Status: Completed
Hey! Sorry for all of the mistakes on chapter 2! I looked it over and saw all of the errors I made AFTER I posted it! So sorry!
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"Good afternoon, students," the teacher said brightly, "how was everyone's weekend?" She heard the mumbles of something or other, and then went back to talking. "We are starting a paper today," she said, and she heard the classroom groan. "It is on how you see yourself in the world." She looked around and saw Daisuke's hand raised. "Yes?"
"How long is this supposed to be?" he asked, getting everyone to look at him.
"Oh, I almost forgot that, thank you Daisuke. It is supposed to be one page, front and back," she said, "I want the rough draft done by the end of the period." With that everyone began to work. Daisuke was a fourth of the way done when Miyako interrupted him.
"Dai, what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I am going to try and get my work done," he said, and went back to writing his paper. Within ten minutes he was done, and had started on the final draft. Twenty minutes later he was completely done. He shuffled his way up to the teacher. "Ma'am, I am done," he whispered quietly.
"Well, then do the final draft," she whispered back.
"Done," he said. She smiled at him.
"Well, then, goof-ball, turn it in, and you can do whatever, but please be quiet and do not disrupt the class," she said, giving him a pleading look.
"Okay, thank you ma'am," he said. He got back to his desk and began to draw, not letting anyone see what he was doing. They all were thinking that he was having trouble writing, when he was having trouble drawing the perspective on the nose of a villanous woman. Once he was done, he began on another picture, and soon the class time was almost over. The burgundy haired young man began to pack his things back in his bag, and sat there, head down, until the final bell sounded the escape from school. Everyone began to shuffle out of the room, while Daisuke still sat there, head covered in his crossed arms.
"Daisuke?" the teacher asked when everyone had gone out. He lifted his head, and looked at her.
"You need to hurry, if you are going to catch up to your friends," she said.
"Thank you ma'am," he said. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"Daisuke, I am really excited about reading your paper." She let go of him and pushed him out of the class room. He sighed. He knew that Miyako wasn't very interested in talking to him, especially after the rude comment he made to her in class.
"Hey, Daisuke!" he heard a familiar voice yell out. He looked behind him and saw Takeru running toward him. The surprised the young man, because he thought that Takeru hated him.
"Uh, hi Takeru," Daisuke said.
"Hey, you want a ride home?" he asked.
"Why?"
"I know your thinking, why am I being so nice? Well, Yamato seems quite impressed with you, so I have to say you're pretty cool."
"So you judge me by what your brother thinks?"
"A little, and besides, you were nice today."
"Um, okay." Just then, Yamato walked into the school, looking for his brother. When he spotted him talking to Daisuke with a small smile, and Daisuke looking utterly confused, he grinned.
"So, kids, you ready to go?" he asked them. Daisuke looked even more flabbergasted than before.
"Sure!" Takeru said, grabbing Daisuke's arm and running toward the small blue car that his brother owned. Yamato laughed and walked out, watching Takeru pull Daisuke in the car. For some reason, Takeru wanted to be Daisuke's friend, his real friend. It was nice to see that, though. He jumped in his car and drove off. Daisuke was unusually quiet throughout the ride. When they got to the apartment that Daisuke lived in, he quickly got out. Before he made past Yamato's window, the older blonde grabbed his arm and pulled him down.
"Hey, be ready in twenty minutes, I am coming to pick you up," he whispered quietly so Takeru wouldn't hear. The other nodded and walked slowly up the stairs. He heard the car drive away, and he walked into his apartment.
"Hey, sweetie, how was school today?" she asked.
"It was great, I am going out," he said to her.
"Is all your homework done?"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay, then, you are free to go."
"Thank you, mother," he said before walking out the door. He stood outside the building and sighed. The sun shone brightly. He began to talk to himself. "I thought they told me high school would be a breeze. Here I am, Junior year, and I am buzzing through it like it was kindergarten work." He watched the streets intently, waiting for the little blue vehicular device to appear on the road again. Fifteen minutes later, it began to come into view. Yamato stopped in front of the boy, and opened the door.
"Hey, hop in," he said.
"You are two minutes and thirty five seconds early," Daisuke said.
"Well, better early than late, right?" he asked. The younger nodded. He shut the door and put on his seatbelt. They drove off toward the older man's apartment.
"Now, why am I going with you?" he asked. Yamato smiled.
"Well, I want someone to help me cook," he told the goggle boy. The younger nodded, and smiled.
"Thanks for thinking of me," Daisuke said.
"You are the only other digidestined who can cook, so I would really like your help, or company," Yamato stated. They arrived at Yamato's apartment, and they grabbed the groceries that had suddenly appeared in the back seat. They got to the door, and Yamato unlocked it, taking off his shoes. Daisuke followed suit. They walked into the kitchen and pulled out the stuff. After an hour, both were laughing and enjoying their pepperoni stromboli.
"Well, putting extra ingredients in the middle is a pretty good idea," Daisuke said, taking a bite out of it.
"Yeah, thanks for the idea," Yamato said, smiling.
"No problem," they finished and washed the dishes.
"You know, Daisuke, you are pretty cool, you're nice to hang with," Yamato said.
"Really?" Daisuke looked quite surprised.
"Yeah, I mean, you aren't as high maintenance as everyone says. You are pretty calm, and funny as hell," he said.
"Thanks, Yamato, that means a lot to me," the younger said. Yamato hugged him.
"Call me Yama," he said.
"Okay, cool," Daisuke said, returning the hug. Soon they were staring at each other, inching closer to one another. Right before their lips met, a knock resounded on the door. Both pulled away, flushing almost the color of Daisuke's hair.
"Come in!" Yamato yelled. The door opened to reveal Takeru. He smiled and walked over to the dish that the other boys had made.
"Smells nice," he said.
"Hey, I have to go, it's getting late, my mother is going to worry," Daisuke said, watching the sky turn a hue of orange.
"Oh, your right," Yamato said. "Takeru, want to come with me to drop him off?"
"Um, sure," he said. "Hey Daisuke, what are you doing here, anyway?"
"Made food," was all the tanned boy said as they walked to the car. After the usual five minute ride to Daisuke's house, he said his polite goodbyes and walked up to his apartment.
"Dai-chan! Where have you been?" his mother asked.
"I was at a friend's house, mom," he said, smiling.
"Oh, ok, want some dinner?" she asked.
"No thanks, mom, already ate."
"How come?"
"That's what we were doing, cooking."
"Oh, I see. Well, I guess you can roam around the house then," she said, going back into the kitchen. He smiled and went into his room, he had a few drawings to paint.
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Yamato walked into the highschool, to go and excuse Daisuke for the rest of the day, so they could talk. He was nervous, because of their near kiss. He walked into the office, and finding no one there, he waited.
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"Daisuke, can I talk to you outside please?" the teacher said sternly as she pushed up her glasses.
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he stood and left the room, her following.
"Daisuke, how could you not want to show this to everyone, it is brilliant!" She exclaimed when they were in the hall.
"I have told you before, I don't want to be noticed, I would rather be qualified as dumb."
"How? This work I would expect from a college student, not from a Junior in highschool!"
"It is better for me not to be thought of as some freak," he said.
"Daisuke, I am very disappointed in you, this work is beautiful," she said. "Well, let's get back in the class room." they walked back in, and the teacher stood in front of the class. "Tomorrow, we are going to read these aloud, that means everyone." she said before sitting. Daisuke frowned at her. What a ploy.
"Ma'am?" an aid walked into the room.
"Yes?"
"Some one is here for Daisuke, he will be excused for the rest of class."
"Very well, goodbye, Daisuke," the teacher said, waving him off.
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Yamato was lucky that the room Daisuke was in was right next to the office. He had heard the entire thing from the chair he was glued to. Daisuke was smart? In fact, he was a genius, writing college level reports? It was a mystery to him. He watched Daisuke walk out of the room with the aide, and hopped out of the office. He smiled at the surprised and confused expression that was on the boy's face.
"Hey, Daisuke!" he said in happy tone, "I need to talk to you."
"Well then, let's head out of here," Daisuke said, and he wandered up the hall, Yamato by his side. They got into the older's car and drove off.
"Question, Dai."
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me that you are smart, college level?" Daisuke choked.
"How. . .?" the young man couldn't even finish his sentence.
"How did I know?" The younger nodded. "I was in the office and I overheard you and your teacher discussing your paper. Now, why didn't you tell anyone?"
"No one needed to know," the younger mumbled, looking at his feet.
"Why is that?"
"When they dub you as 'smart,' the only thing you are is the answers to everything, the cheat on the homework. All it would ever lead to is my being hurt."
"Oh." Yamato parked the car in a shaded area by the park, making sure no one was around. "Another question."
"Shoot."
"It is about us almost . . . kissing yesterday." Daisuke suddenly turned very red, and put his arm in the way of his face. "Look, I want to be honest about it, Dai, don't hate me, please."
"I can't, you are one of the only people who notice that I exist."
"Okay. Well," Yamato paused, taking a deep breath, "I think I felt something there."
"Yama. ." Daisuke looked at him.
"Look, I know it sounds weird, but I think I am falling for you."
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Dai, please don't kill me for this," Yamato then bent over and brushed his lips against Daisuke's. He felt the younger tense beneath him. He relaxed and leaned in, though. Yamato's hand found it's way into the tangle of burgundy hair, and they opened their mouths, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, they parted, panting.
"Yama?"
"Yeah?"
"Does this mean we are 'together' now?"
"I think so," Yamato smiled, a flush spreading across his face. He then looked at his watch. "Damnit! We have to go and pick up Takeru."
"That sounds okay."
"Hey, you want to stay over on Friday, just you and me?" Yamato grasped his new koibito's hand.
"That sounds great," Daisuke said, smiling. "Yama?"
"Yeah?"
"What are we going to tell everyone?"
"We aren't, not even Takeru, they wouldn't understand." Daisuke nodded, and they continued the small trek to the school.
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I am weird! How can I write this?!?!?!?!? Well, please review!
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"Good afternoon, students," the teacher said brightly, "how was everyone's weekend?" She heard the mumbles of something or other, and then went back to talking. "We are starting a paper today," she said, and she heard the classroom groan. "It is on how you see yourself in the world." She looked around and saw Daisuke's hand raised. "Yes?"
"How long is this supposed to be?" he asked, getting everyone to look at him.
"Oh, I almost forgot that, thank you Daisuke. It is supposed to be one page, front and back," she said, "I want the rough draft done by the end of the period." With that everyone began to work. Daisuke was a fourth of the way done when Miyako interrupted him.
"Dai, what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I am going to try and get my work done," he said, and went back to writing his paper. Within ten minutes he was done, and had started on the final draft. Twenty minutes later he was completely done. He shuffled his way up to the teacher. "Ma'am, I am done," he whispered quietly.
"Well, then do the final draft," she whispered back.
"Done," he said. She smiled at him.
"Well, then, goof-ball, turn it in, and you can do whatever, but please be quiet and do not disrupt the class," she said, giving him a pleading look.
"Okay, thank you ma'am," he said. He got back to his desk and began to draw, not letting anyone see what he was doing. They all were thinking that he was having trouble writing, when he was having trouble drawing the perspective on the nose of a villanous woman. Once he was done, he began on another picture, and soon the class time was almost over. The burgundy haired young man began to pack his things back in his bag, and sat there, head down, until the final bell sounded the escape from school. Everyone began to shuffle out of the room, while Daisuke still sat there, head covered in his crossed arms.
"Daisuke?" the teacher asked when everyone had gone out. He lifted his head, and looked at her.
"You need to hurry, if you are going to catch up to your friends," she said.
"Thank you ma'am," he said. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"Daisuke, I am really excited about reading your paper." She let go of him and pushed him out of the class room. He sighed. He knew that Miyako wasn't very interested in talking to him, especially after the rude comment he made to her in class.
"Hey, Daisuke!" he heard a familiar voice yell out. He looked behind him and saw Takeru running toward him. The surprised the young man, because he thought that Takeru hated him.
"Uh, hi Takeru," Daisuke said.
"Hey, you want a ride home?" he asked.
"Why?"
"I know your thinking, why am I being so nice? Well, Yamato seems quite impressed with you, so I have to say you're pretty cool."
"So you judge me by what your brother thinks?"
"A little, and besides, you were nice today."
"Um, okay." Just then, Yamato walked into the school, looking for his brother. When he spotted him talking to Daisuke with a small smile, and Daisuke looking utterly confused, he grinned.
"So, kids, you ready to go?" he asked them. Daisuke looked even more flabbergasted than before.
"Sure!" Takeru said, grabbing Daisuke's arm and running toward the small blue car that his brother owned. Yamato laughed and walked out, watching Takeru pull Daisuke in the car. For some reason, Takeru wanted to be Daisuke's friend, his real friend. It was nice to see that, though. He jumped in his car and drove off. Daisuke was unusually quiet throughout the ride. When they got to the apartment that Daisuke lived in, he quickly got out. Before he made past Yamato's window, the older blonde grabbed his arm and pulled him down.
"Hey, be ready in twenty minutes, I am coming to pick you up," he whispered quietly so Takeru wouldn't hear. The other nodded and walked slowly up the stairs. He heard the car drive away, and he walked into his apartment.
"Hey, sweetie, how was school today?" she asked.
"It was great, I am going out," he said to her.
"Is all your homework done?"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay, then, you are free to go."
"Thank you, mother," he said before walking out the door. He stood outside the building and sighed. The sun shone brightly. He began to talk to himself. "I thought they told me high school would be a breeze. Here I am, Junior year, and I am buzzing through it like it was kindergarten work." He watched the streets intently, waiting for the little blue vehicular device to appear on the road again. Fifteen minutes later, it began to come into view. Yamato stopped in front of the boy, and opened the door.
"Hey, hop in," he said.
"You are two minutes and thirty five seconds early," Daisuke said.
"Well, better early than late, right?" he asked. The younger nodded. He shut the door and put on his seatbelt. They drove off toward the older man's apartment.
"Now, why am I going with you?" he asked. Yamato smiled.
"Well, I want someone to help me cook," he told the goggle boy. The younger nodded, and smiled.
"Thanks for thinking of me," Daisuke said.
"You are the only other digidestined who can cook, so I would really like your help, or company," Yamato stated. They arrived at Yamato's apartment, and they grabbed the groceries that had suddenly appeared in the back seat. They got to the door, and Yamato unlocked it, taking off his shoes. Daisuke followed suit. They walked into the kitchen and pulled out the stuff. After an hour, both were laughing and enjoying their pepperoni stromboli.
"Well, putting extra ingredients in the middle is a pretty good idea," Daisuke said, taking a bite out of it.
"Yeah, thanks for the idea," Yamato said, smiling.
"No problem," they finished and washed the dishes.
"You know, Daisuke, you are pretty cool, you're nice to hang with," Yamato said.
"Really?" Daisuke looked quite surprised.
"Yeah, I mean, you aren't as high maintenance as everyone says. You are pretty calm, and funny as hell," he said.
"Thanks, Yamato, that means a lot to me," the younger said. Yamato hugged him.
"Call me Yama," he said.
"Okay, cool," Daisuke said, returning the hug. Soon they were staring at each other, inching closer to one another. Right before their lips met, a knock resounded on the door. Both pulled away, flushing almost the color of Daisuke's hair.
"Come in!" Yamato yelled. The door opened to reveal Takeru. He smiled and walked over to the dish that the other boys had made.
"Smells nice," he said.
"Hey, I have to go, it's getting late, my mother is going to worry," Daisuke said, watching the sky turn a hue of orange.
"Oh, your right," Yamato said. "Takeru, want to come with me to drop him off?"
"Um, sure," he said. "Hey Daisuke, what are you doing here, anyway?"
"Made food," was all the tanned boy said as they walked to the car. After the usual five minute ride to Daisuke's house, he said his polite goodbyes and walked up to his apartment.
"Dai-chan! Where have you been?" his mother asked.
"I was at a friend's house, mom," he said, smiling.
"Oh, ok, want some dinner?" she asked.
"No thanks, mom, already ate."
"How come?"
"That's what we were doing, cooking."
"Oh, I see. Well, I guess you can roam around the house then," she said, going back into the kitchen. He smiled and went into his room, he had a few drawings to paint.
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Yamato walked into the highschool, to go and excuse Daisuke for the rest of the day, so they could talk. He was nervous, because of their near kiss. He walked into the office, and finding no one there, he waited.
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"Daisuke, can I talk to you outside please?" the teacher said sternly as she pushed up her glasses.
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he stood and left the room, her following.
"Daisuke, how could you not want to show this to everyone, it is brilliant!" She exclaimed when they were in the hall.
"I have told you before, I don't want to be noticed, I would rather be qualified as dumb."
"How? This work I would expect from a college student, not from a Junior in highschool!"
"It is better for me not to be thought of as some freak," he said.
"Daisuke, I am very disappointed in you, this work is beautiful," she said. "Well, let's get back in the class room." they walked back in, and the teacher stood in front of the class. "Tomorrow, we are going to read these aloud, that means everyone." she said before sitting. Daisuke frowned at her. What a ploy.
"Ma'am?" an aid walked into the room.
"Yes?"
"Some one is here for Daisuke, he will be excused for the rest of class."
"Very well, goodbye, Daisuke," the teacher said, waving him off.
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Yamato was lucky that the room Daisuke was in was right next to the office. He had heard the entire thing from the chair he was glued to. Daisuke was smart? In fact, he was a genius, writing college level reports? It was a mystery to him. He watched Daisuke walk out of the room with the aide, and hopped out of the office. He smiled at the surprised and confused expression that was on the boy's face.
"Hey, Daisuke!" he said in happy tone, "I need to talk to you."
"Well then, let's head out of here," Daisuke said, and he wandered up the hall, Yamato by his side. They got into the older's car and drove off.
"Question, Dai."
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me that you are smart, college level?" Daisuke choked.
"How. . .?" the young man couldn't even finish his sentence.
"How did I know?" The younger nodded. "I was in the office and I overheard you and your teacher discussing your paper. Now, why didn't you tell anyone?"
"No one needed to know," the younger mumbled, looking at his feet.
"Why is that?"
"When they dub you as 'smart,' the only thing you are is the answers to everything, the cheat on the homework. All it would ever lead to is my being hurt."
"Oh." Yamato parked the car in a shaded area by the park, making sure no one was around. "Another question."
"Shoot."
"It is about us almost . . . kissing yesterday." Daisuke suddenly turned very red, and put his arm in the way of his face. "Look, I want to be honest about it, Dai, don't hate me, please."
"I can't, you are one of the only people who notice that I exist."
"Okay. Well," Yamato paused, taking a deep breath, "I think I felt something there."
"Yama. ." Daisuke looked at him.
"Look, I know it sounds weird, but I think I am falling for you."
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Dai, please don't kill me for this," Yamato then bent over and brushed his lips against Daisuke's. He felt the younger tense beneath him. He relaxed and leaned in, though. Yamato's hand found it's way into the tangle of burgundy hair, and they opened their mouths, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, they parted, panting.
"Yama?"
"Yeah?"
"Does this mean we are 'together' now?"
"I think so," Yamato smiled, a flush spreading across his face. He then looked at his watch. "Damnit! We have to go and pick up Takeru."
"That sounds okay."
"Hey, you want to stay over on Friday, just you and me?" Yamato grasped his new koibito's hand.
"That sounds great," Daisuke said, smiling. "Yama?"
"Yeah?"
"What are we going to tell everyone?"
"We aren't, not even Takeru, they wouldn't understand." Daisuke nodded, and they continued the small trek to the school.
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I am weird! How can I write this?!?!?!?!? Well, please review!