Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Intelligence ❯ 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ 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: 1.9K | Visits: 443 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 443 | Status: Completed
Daisuke looked around the classroom, at the students looking nervous about reading their retched papers. He wasn't smiling himself. They were all going to find out who he really was, and that scared him. They would all know that he had lied about being a completely hyper-active idiot, which he didn't want anyone but Yamato to know. He laughed mentally. He hadn't even wanted Yamato to know, but he did, and that was better, so he could act like himself around his koibito.
"Good afternoon class," the teacher said as the bell sounded through the still air, "Is anyone ready to read their reports?" She looked around the class, and stopped at Daisuke. He seemed lost in his own world, she thought to let him go last.
"I will go, ma'am," Miyako said. The teacher nodded, and handed the young lavender haired girl her report. Daisuke almost wanted to puke as Miyako read hers. It was all about love and how her life was going perfectly. She finally was done, and soon some other young woman read hers. After quite a while, most of the class had read. Takeru went up to read his. Daisuke found his was like the rest, how they thought to world would turn their way, and that they hoped to become successful human beings, and Daisuke knew most of them would end up on the street. He then looked around. Everyone had read, besides him.
"Is that everyone?" The teacher sounded. She flipped through her book, and looked at the auburn haired young man. Daisuke coiled back in his seat at her intense stare. "No, Daisuke, you haven't read yet."
"I do not feel the need to read mine,"the young man said.
"You will read it to get any points on it," the teacher said threateningly. Daisuke sighed, and walked up to the teacher. She handed him his report and he stood in front of the class swallowing the lump of bile choking up his throat. He could hear the taunting whispers of his classmates as he began.
"I view the world in a different perspective than most. I see it as a cruel predator, and I the helpless prey. It seems always ready to attack, and rip apart what is left of my tattered and torn soul.
"No longer can I see myself being a part of the world's clique. Back in my more youthful days, I would pretend to hold myself together with this hopeless little lie, and people would like me for who I am, and not what I act to be. I know now that it has never happened, and probably never will. The world will always be cruel and heartless; I will never be treated like I really matter.
"Although they may treat me like that, and the world will always have it's back turned on me, I have realized that I do matter, enough to keep from stealing myself from life. Life is precious and kind, but she is fragile, and is pushed to her limits too often. I have decided to become friends with this pained need. Deep down, even the most suicidal person in the world doesn't want to die, for they will be losing that little thing they hold dear. I feel now that I could not open up another wound on Life's delicate skin.
"Today I looked at everyone, and noticed their distinguished groups. I looked at myself, and fond no one but myself. I figure that I do this to keep from getting hurt. That is my main fear, being hurt. I have done everything possible in my life to keep it from happening. It still does, though. My need for a human companion overrules my judgement and someone gets close enough to sabotage my heart. The pain makes you writhe, tremble, and scream. It is the worst feeling in the world, I can tell you from personal experience.
"My new goal is to live by my standards and not by the world's. This will only lead to more of my pain.
"I am odd, I guess, for going to the beat of a different drummer. The beat isn't even very different, though. It is almost exactly the same. It is just that the drummer isn't the most popular, so anyone to follow him is out-cast and thrown to the ground. Although now I will pick myself up, instead of cursing and sputtering at the cruelty of a world gone wrong. I am now able to walk around this battle field of hate and pick up what is left of my butchered soul and piece it back together for my own good."
He looked up from his paper, to see many eyes widened in his direction. They were staring blankly, he knew they hadn't expected that at all. They had expected something along the lines of him thinking hopefully and saying that one day his childhood crush would be his. He handed his paper back to the teacher, giving her a final glare, and walked back to his seat to put his things back in his bag. Just then the bell rang, and the class walked out silently, all eyes still on the auburn haired young man. He refused to look at them, though, he knew they would laugh at him, and spit on him for his efforts at explaining his life. He walked out as soon as they were gone, and paced through the halls with his head down, hoping no one would notice him.
"Daisuke?" he heard Miyako's voice ring softly in his ear.
"What?" he asked, not looking up to face her.
"I really liked your paper," she said, smiling, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
"Thank you," he said, sloughing off her hand. "I have to go."
"Bye Dai," she said, sounding a little hurt.
"Good bye, Miyako-san," he told her, walking out the door in the direction of his home.
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Yamato looked at his brother, who seemed in a state of shock. They were waiting for Daisuke. When he saw his koi walk out of the school he smiled, then frowned. The boy was walking off, going home without him. Yamato was hurt by this, and looked at his brother.
"What's wrong Takeru?" Yamato asked.
"Remember when I said I wanted Daisuke to be smart for once?"
"Yes, quite clearly."
"Well, he did."
"So that's why he doesn't want a ride home," Yamato murmured to himself, watching Daisuke disappear around the corner. "What did he do?"
"We had to read papers out loud in one of our classes, and he blew all of ours, even Miyako's, away, with his perspective and forsight."
"I knew he had it in him," Yamato said, and he drove around the corner. He spotted Daisuke lurching around, his head down. He drove up to him and rolled down his window. "Dai?" The younger looked up, sorrow and pain locked in his eyes.
"What?" he said harshly. Yamato knew what it was like to be in Daisuke's position, so he wasn't offended.
"Don't you want a ride home?"
"I'm fine for today, thank you though, Yama."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am quite, sorry for the inconvenience." With that the younger stalked off, leaving Yamato behind, looking very unhappy.
"I guess we will just have to leave him alone for a bit," the older blonde said, flipping around, and driving Takeru home.
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Daisuke felt horrible now. He had turned his lover away, because he was being selfish. He wasn't even noticing what was going on around him. The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by a bunch of thugs. He cursed under his breath and tried to step back. His eyes widened when he felt someone grasp his hands, and pull them behind him. After that he clenched his eyes shut at the pain of someone's fist meeting with the sensitive flesh of his stomach. Soon the blows came from every angle, and he was losing consciousness.
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Yamato was driving to Daisuke's house, to talk to him privately. He drove slowly around the streets when he saw a bunch of men in what looked like a brawl. Getting closer, he saw they were beating the hell out of someone. He rolled down the window and heard a shriek of pain. He knew right then that it was Daisuke they were hurting. He swung open the door and ran over to them. He then began to punch his way through them, to get to the younger. After ten minutes, they had all backed away, and he thanked his creator that he knew tae kwan doe (someone tell me how to spell it!). He knelt over his lover's unconscious body.
"Damnit!" he yelled out. The blonde pulled the beaten and bloody young man into his car and sped off to the hospital.
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Daisuke groaned as the world swam into the view. He saw the white of the hospital, and his mother standing over him. He smiled softly at her, and then looked for Yamato.
"Oh my God!" She hoarsely cried as she fell to her knees, "Daisuke! I thought I could have lost you! Thank goodness for that nice young man who helped you get away from those punks!"
"I'm okay, mom."
"Honey, I know this is a really bad time, but I have to go out of town for the next two weeks, to help with the mortgage."
"Okay, who am I staying with?"
"The young man who helped you, your sister has a friend she is already staying with," she said, kissing his bruised forehead softly.
"Who is that?"
"His name is Ishida Yamato, I believe." Daisuke fought jumping in the glee he found now.
"Oh, okay."
"You will be going with him tomorrow, okay, remember, honey, I love you, I will be back."
"I wish dad were back, so it wouldn't be so hard on you," Daisuke mumbled.
"Daisuke, we couldn't have stopped the accident, and don't worry, we will get you and your sister into college," she said, and then she left, looking very upset. After about twenty minutes later, Yamato walked into the room.
"Hey, Dai."
"Thank you," Daisuke smiled, trying to sit up. He winced, and lay back down. Yamato showed concern.
"This is my fault, I shouldn't have let you walk home," he said, holding the younger's hand tightly.
"No, you had no control in it, I was being stupid," Daisuke said.
"Never have you shown me to be stupid, koi," Yamato said.
"You don't watch me very closely, do you?"
"Of course I do."
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"Well, welcome 'home,' for now," Yamato said, helping the younger into the apartment. "Takeru will be coming over everyday to get you your homework."
"Thank you," Daisuke said, smiling.
"You know I would give up the world for you," Yamato said, as he helped the younger in his bed, where he could get some rest. Within an hour, the younger was fast asleep, dreaming of his lucky stars, for he knew now that he had quite a few.
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So, what do you think? I know, I am weird. Well, again, please review!
"Good afternoon class," the teacher said as the bell sounded through the still air, "Is anyone ready to read their reports?" She looked around the class, and stopped at Daisuke. He seemed lost in his own world, she thought to let him go last.
"I will go, ma'am," Miyako said. The teacher nodded, and handed the young lavender haired girl her report. Daisuke almost wanted to puke as Miyako read hers. It was all about love and how her life was going perfectly. She finally was done, and soon some other young woman read hers. After quite a while, most of the class had read. Takeru went up to read his. Daisuke found his was like the rest, how they thought to world would turn their way, and that they hoped to become successful human beings, and Daisuke knew most of them would end up on the street. He then looked around. Everyone had read, besides him.
"Is that everyone?" The teacher sounded. She flipped through her book, and looked at the auburn haired young man. Daisuke coiled back in his seat at her intense stare. "No, Daisuke, you haven't read yet."
"I do not feel the need to read mine,"the young man said.
"You will read it to get any points on it," the teacher said threateningly. Daisuke sighed, and walked up to the teacher. She handed him his report and he stood in front of the class swallowing the lump of bile choking up his throat. He could hear the taunting whispers of his classmates as he began.
"I view the world in a different perspective than most. I see it as a cruel predator, and I the helpless prey. It seems always ready to attack, and rip apart what is left of my tattered and torn soul.
"No longer can I see myself being a part of the world's clique. Back in my more youthful days, I would pretend to hold myself together with this hopeless little lie, and people would like me for who I am, and not what I act to be. I know now that it has never happened, and probably never will. The world will always be cruel and heartless; I will never be treated like I really matter.
"Although they may treat me like that, and the world will always have it's back turned on me, I have realized that I do matter, enough to keep from stealing myself from life. Life is precious and kind, but she is fragile, and is pushed to her limits too often. I have decided to become friends with this pained need. Deep down, even the most suicidal person in the world doesn't want to die, for they will be losing that little thing they hold dear. I feel now that I could not open up another wound on Life's delicate skin.
"Today I looked at everyone, and noticed their distinguished groups. I looked at myself, and fond no one but myself. I figure that I do this to keep from getting hurt. That is my main fear, being hurt. I have done everything possible in my life to keep it from happening. It still does, though. My need for a human companion overrules my judgement and someone gets close enough to sabotage my heart. The pain makes you writhe, tremble, and scream. It is the worst feeling in the world, I can tell you from personal experience.
"My new goal is to live by my standards and not by the world's. This will only lead to more of my pain.
"I am odd, I guess, for going to the beat of a different drummer. The beat isn't even very different, though. It is almost exactly the same. It is just that the drummer isn't the most popular, so anyone to follow him is out-cast and thrown to the ground. Although now I will pick myself up, instead of cursing and sputtering at the cruelty of a world gone wrong. I am now able to walk around this battle field of hate and pick up what is left of my butchered soul and piece it back together for my own good."
He looked up from his paper, to see many eyes widened in his direction. They were staring blankly, he knew they hadn't expected that at all. They had expected something along the lines of him thinking hopefully and saying that one day his childhood crush would be his. He handed his paper back to the teacher, giving her a final glare, and walked back to his seat to put his things back in his bag. Just then the bell rang, and the class walked out silently, all eyes still on the auburn haired young man. He refused to look at them, though, he knew they would laugh at him, and spit on him for his efforts at explaining his life. He walked out as soon as they were gone, and paced through the halls with his head down, hoping no one would notice him.
"Daisuke?" he heard Miyako's voice ring softly in his ear.
"What?" he asked, not looking up to face her.
"I really liked your paper," she said, smiling, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
"Thank you," he said, sloughing off her hand. "I have to go."
"Bye Dai," she said, sounding a little hurt.
"Good bye, Miyako-san," he told her, walking out the door in the direction of his home.
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Yamato looked at his brother, who seemed in a state of shock. They were waiting for Daisuke. When he saw his koi walk out of the school he smiled, then frowned. The boy was walking off, going home without him. Yamato was hurt by this, and looked at his brother.
"What's wrong Takeru?" Yamato asked.
"Remember when I said I wanted Daisuke to be smart for once?"
"Yes, quite clearly."
"Well, he did."
"So that's why he doesn't want a ride home," Yamato murmured to himself, watching Daisuke disappear around the corner. "What did he do?"
"We had to read papers out loud in one of our classes, and he blew all of ours, even Miyako's, away, with his perspective and forsight."
"I knew he had it in him," Yamato said, and he drove around the corner. He spotted Daisuke lurching around, his head down. He drove up to him and rolled down his window. "Dai?" The younger looked up, sorrow and pain locked in his eyes.
"What?" he said harshly. Yamato knew what it was like to be in Daisuke's position, so he wasn't offended.
"Don't you want a ride home?"
"I'm fine for today, thank you though, Yama."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am quite, sorry for the inconvenience." With that the younger stalked off, leaving Yamato behind, looking very unhappy.
"I guess we will just have to leave him alone for a bit," the older blonde said, flipping around, and driving Takeru home.
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Daisuke felt horrible now. He had turned his lover away, because he was being selfish. He wasn't even noticing what was going on around him. The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by a bunch of thugs. He cursed under his breath and tried to step back. His eyes widened when he felt someone grasp his hands, and pull them behind him. After that he clenched his eyes shut at the pain of someone's fist meeting with the sensitive flesh of his stomach. Soon the blows came from every angle, and he was losing consciousness.
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Yamato was driving to Daisuke's house, to talk to him privately. He drove slowly around the streets when he saw a bunch of men in what looked like a brawl. Getting closer, he saw they were beating the hell out of someone. He rolled down the window and heard a shriek of pain. He knew right then that it was Daisuke they were hurting. He swung open the door and ran over to them. He then began to punch his way through them, to get to the younger. After ten minutes, they had all backed away, and he thanked his creator that he knew tae kwan doe (someone tell me how to spell it!). He knelt over his lover's unconscious body.
"Damnit!" he yelled out. The blonde pulled the beaten and bloody young man into his car and sped off to the hospital.
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Daisuke groaned as the world swam into the view. He saw the white of the hospital, and his mother standing over him. He smiled softly at her, and then looked for Yamato.
"Oh my God!" She hoarsely cried as she fell to her knees, "Daisuke! I thought I could have lost you! Thank goodness for that nice young man who helped you get away from those punks!"
"I'm okay, mom."
"Honey, I know this is a really bad time, but I have to go out of town for the next two weeks, to help with the mortgage."
"Okay, who am I staying with?"
"The young man who helped you, your sister has a friend she is already staying with," she said, kissing his bruised forehead softly.
"Who is that?"
"His name is Ishida Yamato, I believe." Daisuke fought jumping in the glee he found now.
"Oh, okay."
"You will be going with him tomorrow, okay, remember, honey, I love you, I will be back."
"I wish dad were back, so it wouldn't be so hard on you," Daisuke mumbled.
"Daisuke, we couldn't have stopped the accident, and don't worry, we will get you and your sister into college," she said, and then she left, looking very upset. After about twenty minutes later, Yamato walked into the room.
"Hey, Dai."
"Thank you," Daisuke smiled, trying to sit up. He winced, and lay back down. Yamato showed concern.
"This is my fault, I shouldn't have let you walk home," he said, holding the younger's hand tightly.
"No, you had no control in it, I was being stupid," Daisuke said.
"Never have you shown me to be stupid, koi," Yamato said.
"You don't watch me very closely, do you?"
"Of course I do."
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"Well, welcome 'home,' for now," Yamato said, helping the younger into the apartment. "Takeru will be coming over everyday to get you your homework."
"Thank you," Daisuke said, smiling.
"You know I would give up the world for you," Yamato said, as he helped the younger in his bed, where he could get some rest. Within an hour, the younger was fast asleep, dreaming of his lucky stars, for he knew now that he had quite a few.
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So, what do you think? I know, I am weird. Well, again, please review!