Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Plot Bunny ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Plot Bunny

-For lack of better title

By Chyna Rose

Disclaimer: Hello and welcome to Plot Bunny chapter two. If you will take a look at the disclaimer in chapter one, you will see that Toei - not me - owns Digimon and that this is somewhat AU. If you find yourself getting disturbed by such ideas like two boys in love and feel that you are about to flame, please make use of the back button located at the top of your browser. Yagami Hikari will be your non-villain antagonist, and Inoue Miyako will be your sycophant for this chapter. I hope you enjoy the fic, and thank you for choosing Chyna Rose for your Digimon fanfic needs.

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"Daisuke, Ken, you're gonna be late if you don't get your asses out of bed right now!"

Jun's shout had its desired effect. With a muffled groan, a mass of red-brown hair poked out from under a pile of blankets on the bed. The hair was followed by the rest of a head, which looked blearily at the clock on the nightstand, and then disappeared under the covers. The heap rustled for a while, and emitted a few strange squeaks and a strangled moan. Eventually, a head emerged again. This head was different from the first, as the hair was a curtain of deep, dark blue. But this new head didn't disappear. It was joined by a hand, and the covers were pulled back revealing two teens.

Ken regretfully disentangled himself from Daisuke. The latter had settled himself between the former's legs, and had been focusing his attention on the erect organ that he had found there. It wasn't that Ken didn't enjoy the attention (quite the opposite really), but he realized that if he didn't nip this in the bud, then they would never get out of bed. And that would surely lead to disaster.

That Ken and Daisuke were dating, was common knowledge. Both the Motomiyas and the Ichijoujis shrugged when they learned of the romance growing between their youngest. Neither family saw anything wrong with it, love being love and all, and were fully ready to support the boys' relationship as long as they were happy. Family happiness mattered more than what others said, and this philosophy had led to the termination of a few minor friendships (which was no great loss as the 'friends' involved were a bunch of petty little gossips with nothing better to do. Mrs. Motomiya never did like them much).

But that they were lovers was something they kept between themselves. There were many reasons for this. Chief among them was that they were only fifteen. Aside from the fact that fifteen year olds tend to hide stuff from their parents, the parents of fifteen year olds have funny ideas about sex. Namely that the fifteen year olds in question shouldn't be having any. The Motomiyas and the Ichijoujis might be more progressive when it came to their children, but they weren't that progressive. Thus the need for secrecy.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, as tended to be the case. Ken was never really very talkative, and Daisue kept silent in dread of the school day ahead. Daisuke's dread when it came to school was something that worried his mother. It was a relatively recent thing, as they go. When he was younger, he was excited about going to school. By the time he was in middle school, the enthusiasm had tapered off to disinterest. In high school, things had gotten worse. Oh, he still made an effort to maintain good grades, but it was clear that his heart wasn't in it.

It wasn't that Daisuke found the school work difficult. He was far from stupid, after all. Daisuke's school problems steamed from the people in the school; both students and teachers. Daisuke wasn't popular; through no fault of his own. Although the bulk of the student body just left him alone, there were a few cliques that had made it their business to make his life a living hell. He had also drawn a bad lot of teachers. Most were indifferent to the bullying he was the target of. A few actively hated him. Separately, he could have tolerated wither of these. But together, they created an environment that most people would consider counter productive to learning. If it wasn't for Ken's stabilizing presence, it was doubtful Daisuke would have stayed in school this long. Not that anyone aware of what was going on in school would've been surprised by his dropping out or trying to kill himself.

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The day started like any other. Daisuke and Ken sat in homeroom, talking quietly to each other and ignoring the few items thrown in their direction. This was not hard to do; most of what was thrown, missed. The teacher ignored this activity; instead, her attention was absorbed with whatever it was that she was frantically writing. Not unusual for this particular teacher. That's not to say that she was a bad teacher. She was a great teacher who loved her subject and made sure to pass that on to her students. She would just rather use the time in homeroom to work on her various little pet projects and ideas. As long as the class was reasonably well behaved (no yelling, no fighting, no stripping (you'd be surprised what some kids tried to get away with), no excessive PDAs…), they could do whatever they wanted. She was a stricter in her classes though, and didn't put up with much nonsense.

But this was homeroom; not her class. A pen sailed past Daisuke's ear to bounce off Satoshi's head. Satoshi turned back to yell at Shigeru, who he had thought threw the thing. This lead to a small shouting match between half the class that eventually needed the teacher's intervention. Ken looked at his watch and nodded.

"Eight fifteen. Right on time" Ken commented mostly to himself. Daisuke sighed. It was going to be a long day.

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"Now can anyone tell me one of the major changes brought on by the Meiji Restoration? Yagami-san?"

Hikari looked up from where she wasn't quite paying attention. It wasn't that it was a bad class… It simply wasn't all that exciting; just a bunch of names and dates that needed to be memorized. The mind had a tendency to wander on occasion.

"Japan became open to foreign trade?"

"Correct. As you may remember, foreign trade had been severely limited during the…"

Having dodged the bullet of being called out for not paying attention, Hikari began to once again tune out the teacher. Seven years. It had been seven years since her brother had disappeared along with six other children during a camping trip. Seven years was a long time to wait for their safe return. After seven years, even the police who had been so helpful in searching for them (for him), began to talk about Letting Go and Moving On With Life - even that nice Officer Hida, who had the told them continually to hold onto the hope that they would be found alive and well. After seven years (unless there was evidence to suggest otherwise), missing people were declared legally dead. On August first, exactly seven years to the day, it would be official: Ishida Takeru, Ishida Yamato, Kido Jyou, Tachikawa Mimi, Takenouchi Sora, and Yagami Taichi were dead. He would never be coming back.

'He promised. He promised me that he'd always be there for me. That I'd be just itching to get him off my back, and he'd still be right by my side. Forever. He lied to me. He lied to me!'

"Yagami-san!"

"Ye… yes… Souma-sensei?" Hikari asked, caught completely off-guard. She hadn't thought that she'd been spacing off so bad "I'm sorry. I'm not feeling very well. May I please go to the bathroom?"

Miyako looked at her friend with concern. Hikari's face was very pale, and her eyes were starting to fill with unshed tears. Miyako couldn't blame her friend for being upset. As much as she hated her brother and sisters at times, she couldn't imagine what she'd do if one of them disappeared into thin air one day.

At the teacher's word of permission, Hikari virtually flew out of the room. Mrs. Souma didn't have the heart to reprimand Hikari for running. It was well known among the staff (and most of the student body) what had happened to the Yagami family nearly seven years ago.

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Iori Hida carefully made his way through the crowd in the hallway, doing his best to support his good friend and teammate. The other youth had been hurt in a freak class accident (though he had seen the whole thing, Iori still wasn't sure how it had happened), and Iori had been the one asked to help him to the infirmary. He would soon come to regret the decision to help his friend.

It all started when he was making his way back to class; alone. His friend was in the competent care of the nurse, and working on reducing the swelling in his ankle. The nurse saw no reason for Iori to stay and wait until his friend was ready to leave, and had told Iori to go back to class. In hindsight, Iori thought once events panned out, he should have insisted that he stay until his friend was released back into class. It would've saved him a lot of trouble.

A confrontation had started in the hall between a couple of students. Two of these students in particular, were known for not getting along. Hikari Yagami, a somewhat popular cheerleader from class 2-D, had levied a heavy insult at Daisuke Motomiya; best friend of Ken Ichijouji, and first string soccer player from class 2-B. Daisuke had risen to the bait and returned the favor. The two went verbally back and forth a bit, drawing in Ken and Miyako (who were never really very far from the side of their respective friends). The trading of words soon became blows, and before he had time to process what had happened, Iori found himself drawn into the fight - for no other reason than that he had been unfortunate enough to be too close to the combatants to avoid it. The teacher who had intervened in order to break up the fight, didn't care about details like who started it, why it was started, or the fact that Iori had been an innocent bystander who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Detention, and a short lecture of disappointment had been given to all five of them regardless of their role in the fight. Iori could only hope that his parents and grandfather would understand.