Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Intelligence ❯ 6 ( Chapter 6 )
[ 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: 1.1K | Visits: 404 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 404 | Status: Completed
Daisuke did not want to face Takeru that afternoon. He pulled his head between his arms on the table. Yamato felt just the same way, but wasn't showing it. He was reading a book, and trying to concentrate on the words. It was ten minutes before the time the young blonde usually arrived. Daisuke sighed. Ten minutes to see the reaction of the world.
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Takeru was nervous to go to his brother's apartment. He didn't want to try and face the two after what he had seen. He was not comfortable with homosexuals, and he didn't want to have to say that to his own brother. The shock had faded, into hurt. Why hadn't they told him? He then mentally slapped himself. He had openly told Yamato that 'gay' people were just indulgent ass holes. No wonder he had never been informed. He sighed. There he was, in front of the door, and too afraid to knock. He gulped down the fear and knocked.
"Come in," he heard Yamato's voice say. He walked in slowly, putting Daisuke's work down on the table they were sitting at. He tried to leave quickly, but then heard his brother trying to speak with him.
"Yes?" He asked.
"We know you know," Yamato said, looking at his brother's back. Takeru turned around, looking a little surprised. Daisuke threw him is hat. Takeru took it. "I am sorry we didn't tell you, but it was something we didn't want known, at all."
"It's fine, I figured you didn't want me to know because I said that ones like you were wrong, sorry," he said, and left.
"That went better than I expected," Daisuke said, smiling.
"I would have to say so."
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The rest of the week passed without complaint, as did the weekend. Then came Monday.
"I don't want to go!" Daisuke protested.
"You have to, to turn in all of that work!"
"Your right, but I still don't want to."
"Just go, I will be waiting at home, okay?"
"Fine!" The younger stalked out of the car as Yamato laughed. He watched as the younger walked into the building, smiled, and drove away.
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"Hey Daisuke!" Miyako yelled, walking up to him, Ken behind her.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"I heard about the thugs. Are you okay?" Miyako asked.
"I am fine, I am here, am I not?" he said.
"We were just checking," Ken said. Daisuke nodded.
"Look! The dumb ass is back!" they heard someone yell out.
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you!" Takeru said, walking up to them. Daisuke could hear the snickers and laugher of the people around him. He knew they thought that he had help with that paper, and he didn't blame them. But they could have been nicer about it, or could have kept it to themselves.
"Why wouldn't I be?" The voice turned out to be the school bully. "I am quite smart, better than that sack of shit!"
"You aren't! You have four F's!" Takeru burst out. "I know for a fact that Daisuke has straight A's!"
"So what, he is a cheater, I at least do my work without the help of the teachers!"
"That's a lie," Daisuke muttered. That equaled him a slug in the jaw.
"Fuck you! I do my work! Little dumb ass!"
"Leave him alone, young man!" they heard a teacher call. They smiled, it was the gym teacher, who was more built than most in his field. He pulled the older boy away from them by his ear. Takeru laughed, while everyone stared at him in shock.
"Why did you defend me?" Daisuke asked. Takeru leaned over him, and whispered in his ear.
"Your practically family now, Daisuke, I need to help protect you," he whispered. He straitened up, and smiled.
"Thank you, Takeru," Daisuke said.
"Not a problem."
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Daisuke glanced at his teacher, who was working on her correcting of papers. He walked up to her desk and handed her all of his missing work. She smiled at him, and he walked to his desk for the class to begin. The class seemed to end without any problem. He walked out, and went to his locker.
"You're a fag," he heard someone say. He closed his locker to see one of the bully's cronies.
"Why do you say that?" Daisuke asked.
"I know what Takeru told you, I heard it, and I know he only has a brother, no sisters, you fucking fag!"
"You are a hypocrite, you know?" he asked. The older boy shoved him into a locker.
"Sadly, I understood what you said, I am not an idiot," the young man growled dangerously.
"Good for you," Daisuke said. He watched as a punch landed on the young man's stomach. Takeru stood there, staring at the writhing boy.
"Serves you right," he said, as he pulled Daisuke toward the doors.
"Thank you yet again," Daisuke said at the curb.
"Not a problem," Takeru said, smiling. "Yamato's late."
"I am wondering why."
"Not a clue in the world, but it must be important, that is the only reason he is late, usually." They watched the road, and the blue car eventually got there, with Yamato smiling behind the wheel.
"Sorry, I had to get a few things done before I got here," Yamato said, and the boys got into the vehicle. Yamato grasped Daisuke's hand. "What happened to your face?"
"Some one punched me, but he got his, don't worry," Daisuke said, smiling. They dropped Takeru off, and were on their way home.
"Yama?" Daisuke asked.
"Yeah?"
"Has anyone ever surprised you in a way you never, ever thought they would?"
"Too many times, why?"
"Your brother did that to me today." Yamato looked over at Daisuke, who was looking quite serious.
"How so?"
"First he told some guy off who called me an idiot, then he punched a guy in the gut for me, and said that I was family." Yamato looked not as shocked as Daisuke had been, but there was surprise locked in his face.
"Well, guess he isn't as objective as I would have thought."
"Yeah, I guess."
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Damnit! Another short chapter! That is okay, though, I think, for what I am thinking I have planned for the next few chapters. ^.~ I must be on some sort of kick, for writing so many chapters in such a short time, though. I am going to flatten my creative drive, yet again!
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Takeru was nervous to go to his brother's apartment. He didn't want to try and face the two after what he had seen. He was not comfortable with homosexuals, and he didn't want to have to say that to his own brother. The shock had faded, into hurt. Why hadn't they told him? He then mentally slapped himself. He had openly told Yamato that 'gay' people were just indulgent ass holes. No wonder he had never been informed. He sighed. There he was, in front of the door, and too afraid to knock. He gulped down the fear and knocked.
"Come in," he heard Yamato's voice say. He walked in slowly, putting Daisuke's work down on the table they were sitting at. He tried to leave quickly, but then heard his brother trying to speak with him.
"Yes?" He asked.
"We know you know," Yamato said, looking at his brother's back. Takeru turned around, looking a little surprised. Daisuke threw him is hat. Takeru took it. "I am sorry we didn't tell you, but it was something we didn't want known, at all."
"It's fine, I figured you didn't want me to know because I said that ones like you were wrong, sorry," he said, and left.
"That went better than I expected," Daisuke said, smiling.
"I would have to say so."
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The rest of the week passed without complaint, as did the weekend. Then came Monday.
"I don't want to go!" Daisuke protested.
"You have to, to turn in all of that work!"
"Your right, but I still don't want to."
"Just go, I will be waiting at home, okay?"
"Fine!" The younger stalked out of the car as Yamato laughed. He watched as the younger walked into the building, smiled, and drove away.
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"Hey Daisuke!" Miyako yelled, walking up to him, Ken behind her.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"I heard about the thugs. Are you okay?" Miyako asked.
"I am fine, I am here, am I not?" he said.
"We were just checking," Ken said. Daisuke nodded.
"Look! The dumb ass is back!" they heard someone yell out.
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you!" Takeru said, walking up to them. Daisuke could hear the snickers and laugher of the people around him. He knew they thought that he had help with that paper, and he didn't blame them. But they could have been nicer about it, or could have kept it to themselves.
"Why wouldn't I be?" The voice turned out to be the school bully. "I am quite smart, better than that sack of shit!"
"You aren't! You have four F's!" Takeru burst out. "I know for a fact that Daisuke has straight A's!"
"So what, he is a cheater, I at least do my work without the help of the teachers!"
"That's a lie," Daisuke muttered. That equaled him a slug in the jaw.
"Fuck you! I do my work! Little dumb ass!"
"Leave him alone, young man!" they heard a teacher call. They smiled, it was the gym teacher, who was more built than most in his field. He pulled the older boy away from them by his ear. Takeru laughed, while everyone stared at him in shock.
"Why did you defend me?" Daisuke asked. Takeru leaned over him, and whispered in his ear.
"Your practically family now, Daisuke, I need to help protect you," he whispered. He straitened up, and smiled.
"Thank you, Takeru," Daisuke said.
"Not a problem."
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Daisuke glanced at his teacher, who was working on her correcting of papers. He walked up to her desk and handed her all of his missing work. She smiled at him, and he walked to his desk for the class to begin. The class seemed to end without any problem. He walked out, and went to his locker.
"You're a fag," he heard someone say. He closed his locker to see one of the bully's cronies.
"Why do you say that?" Daisuke asked.
"I know what Takeru told you, I heard it, and I know he only has a brother, no sisters, you fucking fag!"
"You are a hypocrite, you know?" he asked. The older boy shoved him into a locker.
"Sadly, I understood what you said, I am not an idiot," the young man growled dangerously.
"Good for you," Daisuke said. He watched as a punch landed on the young man's stomach. Takeru stood there, staring at the writhing boy.
"Serves you right," he said, as he pulled Daisuke toward the doors.
"Thank you yet again," Daisuke said at the curb.
"Not a problem," Takeru said, smiling. "Yamato's late."
"I am wondering why."
"Not a clue in the world, but it must be important, that is the only reason he is late, usually." They watched the road, and the blue car eventually got there, with Yamato smiling behind the wheel.
"Sorry, I had to get a few things done before I got here," Yamato said, and the boys got into the vehicle. Yamato grasped Daisuke's hand. "What happened to your face?"
"Some one punched me, but he got his, don't worry," Daisuke said, smiling. They dropped Takeru off, and were on their way home.
"Yama?" Daisuke asked.
"Yeah?"
"Has anyone ever surprised you in a way you never, ever thought they would?"
"Too many times, why?"
"Your brother did that to me today." Yamato looked over at Daisuke, who was looking quite serious.
"How so?"
"First he told some guy off who called me an idiot, then he punched a guy in the gut for me, and said that I was family." Yamato looked not as shocked as Daisuke had been, but there was surprise locked in his face.
"Well, guess he isn't as objective as I would have thought."
"Yeah, I guess."
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Damnit! Another short chapter! That is okay, though, I think, for what I am thinking I have planned for the next few chapters. ^.~ I must be on some sort of kick, for writing so many chapters in such a short time, though. I am going to flatten my creative drive, yet again!