Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Bishounen Boys ❯ Part 2: Negai Kanaeru Kagi ( Chapter 2 )

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The Bishounen Boys
Part 2: "Negai Kanaeru Kagi"
By Splash
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A/N: Thanx so much for your reviews! I luv 'em *_* This really has no inspiration, so the closest thing I could find that has anything to do with the fic is Yamato's 02 image song, which I'm going to recycle and use once again in my fics. Translated lyrics are on the prologue of Lost Star: That Same Beautiful Song if you're curious ^_^

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" You'll be able to choose your own partner for this project. However, the topic choice will be chosen by number..."

I wish she'd just assign everyone a partner.

Peering across the room, I observed half of the class giving glances to the other people in the room, the other half giving approving nods, ignoring the unnoticing teacher. Nobody even took a peek at the raven haired boy sitting in the back corner.

" You have one minute to sit down next to your partner. Try to find someone that you don't know very well!"

Within half a minute, everyone was sitting with their partners, minus one. They began to chatter among themselves, and it was more than apparent that these students knew their partner quite well already. And naturally, the teacher took this as people introducing each other and didn't realize what it really was. Casually sitting in her chair, she spotted me as the only silent one within the jabbering crowd. Why do teachers always notice the wrong things?!?

" Mr. Ichijouji, do you have a partner?"

They always ask the wrong questions, too.

Hesitantly, I replied a short, " No."

" Well, this class has an odd number of students, but I'm sure you'll be fine working by yourself, won't you?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, lazy to give a verbal response.

" Mrs. Hake? Is it okay if Ken joins our group?"

You know what? I have low self-esteem. What kind of low self-esteem? REALLY low. At this point, I wondered how the hell this person remembered my NAME, let alone why he even considered inviting me to his group. That's what kind of low self-esteem I have. I don't know where I got it from or when.

" I suppose so. Mr. Ichijouji, TK and Davis would like you in their group. Is that okay with you?"

I'm cynical, too. I hate how she calls me that. It makes me sound old or something.

Again, I shrugged. I got off my seat and wandered over to the two boys who had volunteered me into their group. One had golden blonde hair that hung randomly over his head, the other brown with a red tint and... goggles.

Mrs. Hake came by with a sign out sheet and asked us to pick one of the topics listed for the project. Guess we got the lucky number draw... And if someone couldn't tell what subject this was for, they'd be in a really big rut...

" But the mural sounds more interesting. But if we tried the gallery book..."

The goggle boy shook his head, " Naw, we can try the photography one since my dad has some equipment..."

" I think the gallery book would be a lot more crea-"

While they argued over photos and books, I glanced at the sheet for any of my own personal preferences. Not that it mattered whether I had one or not, they probably wouldn't care. Those two had probably been friends for who knows how long (they even argued like it), and I was just some newbie in a foreign country.

" Oi, Takeru, sore wa himitsu desu yo! Chiksou..."

Well, apparently they had gotten offtrack somewhere down the line of their dispute and... wait a sec...

" Kimi-tachi..."

The blonde went on, unnoticed. " Waka- euh?"

The goggle boy suddenly smiled. " So you DO speak Japanese! I thought so the instant I heard that last name ' Mr. Ichijouji,'" the exaggerated imitation of the teacher gave a little more brightness to my day... " Welcome to the club, Ken!"

" Club...?"

" Yeah, you don't happen to know our real and full names, do ya?"

I answered with no answer, which the happy-go-lucky kid took as a negative.

" I'm Daisuke Motomiya and," he slung an arm around the the other's neck, forcing a small blush from the blonde's cheeks to go along with his widening expression, " this is Takeru Takaishi. You're free to call us by our real names anytime you like. Well, actually... ANYBODY'S free to do that, but you're probably one of the few who'll say it right." His tongue unceremoniously popped out of his mouth. " You're lucky to have such an easy name."

I uttered a low grunt and went back to the list, running my thumb down the bullets on the left side. I couldn't really do much with the words, anyhow...

" Hey, Ken, that's a GREAT idea!!"

" Huh?"

Without warning, Daisuke and Takeru had me surrounded in some strange kind of huddle. Involuntarily, my thumb had stopped on "song composition."

" You really think so, Takeru?" Daisuke asked.

" Yeah, composing is my hobby. We can just use one of my compositions and we're set!"

" Ever the lazy ones, are we?"

" Nothin' wrong with being lazy. We won't have to set up times to go to each other's places that way. I'm writing us down for that." He pulled out a pen from one of his pant pockets and scribbled down a jumble of letters onto the sign-up sheet. Mrs. Hake came over and picked it up, smiling when she read the words.

" I can't wait to hear it, guys."

Takeru paled completely. " hear...?"

" Yes, in order to get full credit, I need to hear you all sing it. You'll get extra credit if you sing it in front of the class live!"

She ambled over to the next group to question their project, leaving Takeru pouting.

" I guess we'll have to go to each other's places after all..."

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He had a really tiring day, he suddenly realized. The introductions to every single one of the seven classes he went to, the stacks of books he had to stuff in his locker because of the absence of his backpack... which was really a pain because some of his classes were on the other side of where his locker was located. Fortunately, he was excused for being late since it was his first day. If he wanted to, he could've been missing for half the class and still gotten away with it, knowing the fact that he was a foreign student. Anyhow, at lunch time he tried to sit next to a pack of boys who apparently only welcomed those who had boners.... correction, IMMATURE pack of boys. He ended up taking a lone table in the corner, quite aware of the whisperings of the girls nearby.

First hour English was... meh. The teacher was young and nice and all, but... meh. Second hour Biology had a strangely quiet class, but when he saw the amount of work he had to do, he wanted out right then, right there. Mr. Andrews wasn't exactly the best teacher for American Heritage. He had this annoying habit of randomly telling the students to write down everything they knew about a topic... a topic he should've been TEACHING rather than giving out-of-the-blue tests for. Like today, he found out that the students were just talking about Civil Rights Act of 1957 yesterday and when Mr. Andrews came to settle the class down, he told them to get out a sheet of paper and write down 30 things they knew about the 1960's. He later discovered that he would sometimes collect these little tests and actually grade them. What kind of teacher is a teacher that doesn't teach?

Yamato's breath was beginning to make him shiver... how long had he been doing that? He had lost feeling in his eye a while ago and the blonde only continued his pattern.

Fourth hour French... had an awful lot of people who didn't know French at ALL. And the ones who did kept mixing up English grammar or some other French grammar thing... it drove the teacher insane. Hell, the only proper French thing they could properly say was, "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" It was just a really sad class..

But speaking of beds... he really felt like taking a nap. He suddenly noticed how weary he was, how difficult it was to keep his eyes open, even with the constant breeze tingling his nerves back to life.

Fifth hour... he couldn't attend it since the class had gone on some field trip to see some concert, so he just sat in the room the whole hour with nothing to do and no one to talk with. But at least now he knew his way around the area, where the equipment was kept, what color the gum on the bottom of the center shelf was. It was a large classroom, considering that the choir and orchestra shared it...

He felt shut his eyes too long, gravity forcing him to bend forward, but he fought back and brought himself back to awareness.

Geometry was full of guys who talked with their CD players banging punk rock music into their ears at volume 8. Well, those guys didn't really talk, but the ones who did had some pretty interesting conversations. Their perverted jokes actually had taste... and then seventh hour art came. And that was... an art class. Foundations of art, actually. They did a bit of everything; they were working on contour drawing and they would move on to oil pastel, pottery, millefiori beads, macrame, and finally... jewelry. It SOUNDED interesting... kinda.

'It isn't a good day for first impressions,' he finally concluded, 'except the one from THIS guy...'

Though his vision was blurred, he could see the pale face in front of him, still nurturing his completely numb eye. Was it just his imagination or had he gotten a lot closer? Again, his eyelids fell over his eye like curtains let loose too early, and gravity once again worked against him. This round, however, he didn't have any energy left to resist...

Yamato suddenly felt a large pressure against his lips, catching him by surprise. A brown mass of hair flooded his face, irritating him into pulling back. But when he saw the other figure falling, he instinctively caught him under the arms, bringing Taichi to his chest in order to keep himself balanced.

" Huh..?" Taichi mumbled, opening his eyes and catching the glimpse of his position. He tried to get himself back standing, grabbing onto the blonde's waist for support.

For once, he finally succeeded in something, his equilibrium restored. He let out a relieved sigh, mentally making sure he wouldn't do that again. It really had been a tiring day, but at least he didn't fall asleep during class. Not like it would be a surprise to the other students, considering how long his seventh hour teacher talked. He never knew a lecture about art could get so boring...

" Ano, Taichi..."

And then he discovered that they were still clutching each other, almost like life lines. They pulled apart as if they were trying to yank open a refrigerator and peek in to see if they could catch the refrigerator light before it "turned on," and turned their backs on each other, shame-faced.

Yamato felt lightheaded, but that was probably just from all the blowing...

But that didn't really explain his panting...

He cleared his throat, blocking any more heavy breaths from reaching the face of the earth (or just that shack), and quickly glanced over to his school bag laying scrunched in the corner he was sitting at earlier.

" We should get going." The blonde walked over and picked up his bag as Taichi turned back around. They left the shack rapidly, leaving behind an incident they hoped the other would forget. Unfortunately, they both knew that they wouldn't be able to do that themselves.

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Tsuzuku...
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HUMOR ME WITH THE JAPANESE!!!!! WOOOOOOO!

Oi, Takeru, sore wa himitsu desu yo! Chiksou..- Hey, TK, that's a secret! Damn...
Kimi-tachi...-You guys...
Ano-Um (Did you really need that to be translated? Hope not..)

Taichi's schedule talk... is real. It's my schedule, actually ^_^ If you've been reading around my Livejournal, you've got the whole friggin' thing memorized, ne? J/k, I know you guys have a better life than memorizing random people's class schedules, rigggggggght? But you might be able to understand more of 5th hour if you read the entry.. And the descriptions are real, though I'm not that cynical about them ^^;; Dang, that Catcher in the Rye book does TOO MUCH!!!!!!! No wonder why they have entire psychological classes on that thing >_