Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Just One of Those Weeks ❯ Issues ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Ok, this is the beginning of a short-ish fic told in first person by Iori. Don't ask me why or how the idea to write this popped into my head, because I have no idea myself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, Toei, Bandai, Fox, and possibly Time warner do. They are big scary companies I do not want to mess with.
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I slammed my locker closed, and rushed down the hallway, and up the stairs. I knew I was going to be late getting to the computer lab that day. I didn't care either, because I knew they would never leave without me. As I turned the last corner, nearing the room, I saw it. A flash of white light. They had left without me. I decided to take on Koushirou's role as overseer. I set my backpack down and pulled the chair back from the computer, and sat down. I decided to E-mail them, to let them know I was here.

Hey guys. Thanks for waiting for me!

I waited for a response. It came via Miyako.

Hey, you're the one who was late. Don't start bitching at us for your stupidity.

I blinked a couple times to see if I was reading right. Miyako had never been mean to me before. I E-mailed her again, asking if everything was Ok.

Hey, is everything Ok in there? You don't sound too happy. I know I was late, but You guys have never left without me before.

I fell back into the chair with a sigh. I didn't like it when Miyako was mad; nobody did. And what had me even more unnerved about her meanness was that she had been almost too happy earlier today. Her response to the second E-mail was even weirder than the first.

No, everything is not Ok! It's not really you I'm mad at, It's Takeru. He won't get off Daisuke's case, and all because he made one wrong decision. It's not like we're lost, just not where we want to be. Can you E-mail him and tell him to stop being such an asshole? Wow. I never thought I'd be calling Takeru an asshole. I better wrap this up. Hikari needs me to pull Daisuke off of Takeru.

Again, I had the urge to blink uncontrollably. Takeru did enjoy egging him on, but he had never gone to the point of causing problems within the group. I E-mailed him to ask if there was something beyond Daisuke that was bugging him.

Hey. Miyako tells me you and Daisuke are fighting. And that its becoming a problem to the entire group. Is something wrong? Beyond Daisuke, that is. You can tell me. I won't tell the others.

I once again slumped into my chair. I wondered how Koushirou could do this on a daily basis. It was so boring. When it had been 10 minutes and Takeru hadn't given me a reply, I E-mailed Miyako again.

He's not answering. Is he too busy fighting with Daisuke to notice his D-terminal is telling him to check his E-mail?

Her reply came all too fast.

I don't know. He and Daisuke decided to fight away from the group. Hikari wants to go after them, but I don't. Didn't she learn anything from Yamato and Taichi? I guess not. Sometimes I can't believe how naive she can be. She wants to know if she can ask you something, via E-mail on her own D-terminal.

I quickly typed my reply.

Its Ok with me if she does. And you're right she is naive. But at least she isn't as naive as Daisuke.

Hikari replied.

I am not that naive. And the only thing that came out of Taichi and Yamato fighting was semi-homosexuality. But that's beside the point. Can you call Koushirou? I would mind my brother coming either.

I sighed and told Miyako I would be right back. I walked out the door to the computer lab, and downstairs to the front entrance of the school where the payphones were. I quickly dialed Koushirou's number. he answered on the first ring.
"Koushirou? This is Iori," I began. "We need your help. Hikari wants you call Taichi and bring him with you."
"What do you need help with?"
"It's Takeru. And Daisuke. They're fighting, and I'm not with them because I was late. They left without me."
"Alright, I'll be right there."
I hung up the phone, and ran back to the computer lab. I E-mailed Miyako.

Ok, I'm back. Koushirou is on his way. I told him to get Taichi, but I don't know if he heard me when I told him. You two should just wait it out until he gets here. Who knows, maybe he can pry open the digiport. Oh and by the way, why is it closed?

"WHAT DID THAT LITTLE TWERP DO THIS TIME?!"
"Taichi," I murmured to myself. "Why can't he ever make a quiet entrance."
"Taichi could you be any louder!!!!???"
"This is going to be a very interesting afternoon," I sighed. Koushirou can't you be a little quieter too?! Geez. And Controlling Taichi isn't an excuse. Oh well. They're almost in the classroom. Better be alert. Amazingly, when they finally came in, both were calm as water buffalo. "Hello Koushirou. Taichi."
"Hey there," Koushirou stepped over to where I was sitting. "It's my turn at the helm."
I ablidged and stood up, walking towards my Upamon stuffed backpack. "How ya hanging little guy?"
"FRESH AIR!!!" he replied as he exploded out of the backpack, hitting Taichi in the face. "Um, hiya Taichi?"
"EERRGGHHH!!!" Taichi grabbed Upamon and tried every type out painful hitting he could, to no avail. "Why...won't...you...get...hurt..."
"He has no bones, Taichi."
Taichi threw Upamon back at me in response. "Hey Koushirou, what's happening in there?"
"Not very much, I'm afraid," He turned his head to face me. "I haven't tried E-mailing Daisuke yet."
"But if Takeru isn't answering, why would Daisuke?"
"Hmm, good point. I'll try anyways."
His E-mail went something like this.

Hi. It's Koushirou. Taichi's is here too, but he's too busy trying to beat up Upamon to be much help. Can you guys please tell me what is going on in there? You've made Miyako angry to the point of biting someone's head off, and Hikari so worried she's about to wet herself. Ok, so I exaggerated there. Anyways, please, PLEASE write back.

"Whatever they're fighting about has to be pretty bad, if Takeru's willing to sacrifice the group's safety because of it."
"You're right Koushirou," Taichi rubbed his chin, detective style. "It probably has something to do with Hikari."
"I don't get them," I looked down, a little perplexed. "What is so great about her? She's not that pretty. And she seems kind of stuck up to me. Any idiot could tell that she takes advantage of both of them."
"That's MY little sister you're dissin'!!!!"
"Taichi, calm down," Koushirou stepped between Taichi and me so he couldn't do anything. "He's right. She does take advantage of them. and she really isn't that attractive. And she has weird hair."
"An E-mail!" I pointed towards the computer screen. "From Daisuke!"
"Well I'll be damned," Koushirou replied, sitting back down. "Here, why don't you guys read for yourselves."

Hey, I'm really sorry about the problems Takeru and I are causing. The whole thing is stupid really. It actually started before we got to the computer lab. I told him I had a date with Hikari on Friday, and of course, he didn't believe me. And when we got in there, she had the nerve to be all sweet to him, and completely ignore me. We decided to settle it our own way. I think he's actually mad at her, not me; she made a date with him for the same night. Can you believe that? And Iori, I'm sorry if he didn't E-mail you back. I saw it blinking, and he accused me of trying to get a cheap shot in. I'm not really even trying anyways. Iori, please see if you can get Yamato over there, and possibly through the digiport? I don't think anyone else would be able to knock any sense into him. Damn, this is getting long and Takeru's bitching. Gotta go!

"Wow," I murmured. "I'll go call Yamato."
"No, I will."
"Whatever you want Taichi," I nodded as he walked out of the room. "Oh, Koushirou did Miyako tell you why the digiport is closed? I asked her when I told her you were coming."
"No, she never E-mailed me back when I said Hi."
"Damn. I want to know what's wrong so we can fix it. Yamato and I hafta get in there!"
"What makes you think I can't figure it out on my own?"
"I never said that. But what if the port in there got destroyed? How are we going to know if someone in there doesn't tell us?"
"You have a point..."
"Yamato's on his way!!!"
"That's great Taichi. NOW DON'T YELL ANYMORE!!"
"Finish what you were saying before."
"I think I can find that out fairly easily from this side. And the worst that could happen would be having to use a port in another area."
"Like Daisuke and Takeru did to rescue Hikari."
"Yeah."
"What? No welcome back?!"
"Sorry, Taichi," I groaned. "Welcome back."
"Ditto," Koushirou didn't even bother looking up from the computer. "AH! It's open!"
"But Yamato's not here yet!"
"It'll stay open for a few minutes. Give me your D-3."
"What for? All it does is pull you through!"
"I can stabilize the port using its unique energy. Now give me it!"
"Wow, I didn't know this had become a party!" We all looked to the door to see an ever calm Yamato. "What did y'all need me for?"
"We need you to talk some sense into your little brother!" Koushirou tossed my D-3 back to me. "Now get going you two!"
"Hey, I didn't come here just to sit around in a stuffy computer lab!" Taichi scoffed. "I came to get digital!"
"Taichi," Yamato raised an eyebrow in the direction of the floofy hair. "That was quite possibly the lamest thing to ever come out of your mouth."
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" I was losing my cool. I just wanted to put an end to this asanine afternoon as quick as possible. "Digiport open!!!"
We were sucked into the computer screen, Upamon by my side, Taichi and Yamato close behind. When we got our bearings, we found that the others were nowhere in sight. It wasn't too hard to tell which way they had gone. All we had to do was follow the cat and bird tracks. What we found was not a welcome sight.

To be continued..maybe..
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A/N: I may or may not continue this, based on what you people think. Writing from Iori's angle is kind of fun, maybe I'll try writing from Sora's angle next time. Ok, that's enough babbling.