Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Fourth Floor ❯ New On Campus ( Chapter 1 )

Another story I conjured up. It's a daikari, of course, and it'll be an AU (alternate universe for you retards). Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Don't ask don't tell. I don't own it.

There are a lot of legends surrounding the fourth floor of Odaiba High. All of them pertained to the destruction of it. An incredible fire burned out the whole floor, from the stairs leading up to it on all sides to part of the roof. No one can say for sure how it happened, or how it still stands to this day, still blackened with burned wood, and the smell of charred flesh. The most perplexing thing about the whole dilemma is how it's the only floor that was burned; the fire was mysteriously kept on that floor, and didn't go an inch beyond the doors leading to the stairs. The floor is now sealed off to everyone. No one has entered it for years. The only people that may know a bit about the disaster are the principal, who's been there for years, and the Board of Education. They made a pact that the real disaster would never be revealed, nor mentioned to anyone, lest their jobs be held on the line. So when asked about it by the locals, the reply would always be "a bad wire caused a spark in the middle of the night, and burned the whole floor." No other details would be given, and rumors would start to spread around school by the students that the principal was hiding something and didn't want to tell them. The teachers thought it was small talk at first, but then things started to get out of hand when three boys were caught trying to break in one of the sealed off doors, and if they and the teacher who caught them were to pay attention to one of the circular portholes on the door, they would have been able to make out the outline of a figure staring back at them. There were no more incidents after that, and the rumors were disbanded. Anyone caught trying to upbring the rumors again were suspended for three days, and were sent to ISS (In School Suspension) for a week when they got back. The teachers themselves often wondered what the deal was, but never made mention of it in front of the principal. In time, no one bothered himself or herself with the issue anymore, and the days went on.

The school got a new principal when the old one died from a heart attack. As with the last one, he had to swear the oath to never make mention of the fourth floor of the school, and was thus filled in on the history of it. The teachers cycled out as well, each one unaware of the floor's presence since it was never mentioned. Only four teachers remained from the previous cycle. Hikari Yagami, Science teacher, age 25, Takeru Takaishi, Language Arts teacher, age 26, Ken Ichijouji, Math teacher, age 26, and Miyako Inoue, Guidance Counselor, age 27. They were good friends with each other, each having taught at the school for no more than three years. Hikari was a fine young woman with long, brown hair that went past her shoulders. She usually kept it in a braided ponytail, very seldom letting it hang loosely. She had a nice, tight body with the right curves in the right places, light brown eyes, and beautiful red lips. She loved to teach, and was quite strict with her students, pressing them to have their work done at a certain time. Takeru was pretty handsome for his age, with blond hair down to his neck, a square jaw, blue eyes, and a toned body that was hidden under his clothes. He loved to play basketball in his spare time, and aside from being the language arts teacher, he was also the head coach for the school's basketball team, having lead them into three victories overall the first year he taught there. Ken was the type to pass off as a ladies' man, even though he didn't act like it. He had almost all square features, from his dark, shoulder length hair to his slender body, and his dark eyes and hard facial features. Many women cut their eyes to him whenever he passed by, but he never said anything to them. Miyako was a looker herself for a 27-year-old. She had long, lavender hair that stopped just above her waist, small round glasses that magnified her pretty brown eyes, full red lips, and a nice slim body. She was a pretty sweet person, and all of the students liked her, even some of the staff. Takeru and Ken took a small liking to her as well, but they never told her. These four knew only bits and pieces of what happened to the fourth floor, but just passed it off as only speculation. And it would have stayed like that, if the newest teacher hadn't shown up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister..." the principal started, looking at the tan skinned man in front of him.

"Daisuke. Motomiya Daisuke," said the guy, shaking the principal's outstretched hand. The principal took in Daisuke's sharp features. He had short, burgundy hair slicked back, dark brown eyes, and a sort of boyish face. He had a build that suggested well-hidden muscles about his person, some of which were easily spotted, like his biceps showing from his short sleeve Polo shirt. A handsome specimen he was, though he himself never liked to admit it.

"Please, have a seat," the principal offered, motioning at the chair in front of his desk. Daisuke sat in it, and the principal moved back behind his desk and sat in his chair. "Do you have any experience as a teacher?"

"Yes. I just transferred from Tokyo Junior High as a History teacher and the head coach for the soccer team. I was kind of hoping I could continue in those fields."

"Why so?"

"Well, because that was the main subject I excelled in back in school, and I love soccer."

"Hmm," the principal said, thinking. "Why were you transferred?"

"I had to move from the apartment building I was staying in, which was about two blocks from the school. They had plans for renovating on the whole building, so anyone living there had to find some other place to live. I found myself here a week after I started rooming with my sister until I could get enough money to get an apartment."

"I see. And what does your sister do?"

“She’s in college, studying to be a doctor.”

“Ah. Where are you from originally?”

"I'm from the eastern side of Shinjuku, near the countryside of Kyoto."

"A little far from home, are we?"

"Quite far indeed," Daisuke said with a grin.

"How old are you, Mr. Motomiya?"

"Twenty-five. I turn twenty-six this October."

The principal nodded, picking up a piece of paper. "Well, looking at your resume here, you do certainly fit the qualifications to be a History teacher and soccer coach, problem is we don't have a soccer team. This school hasn't had one for the past two years."

"Why?"

"Funding has been a little low lately, so we only have enough to pay for the teachers and staff, and the basketball team which is the only sport we have here."

"That's got to be tough."

"I wouldn't count it as a total loss. The basketball coach we have has already lead the team through three straight victories the first year he was here. We've made many more after that, but that particular time stands out the most."

"Congradulations," Daisuke said. "If anything, I'll be fine with just teaching History, assuming you'll hire me, that is."

"Assuming?" the principal echoed. "I already did hire you."

Daisuke was slightly taken back. "When?"

"Just now."

"Wow, that's fast. But are you sure you want to hire me at this present time, when your funding's not all kosher?"

"I never said we were broke. I just said we couldn't afford any other sports or extracurricular activities as of right now."

"Ah."

"I'll have the assistant principal show you around the school, then I'll have which room you'll be teaching in ready for you when you get back." He page the assistant principal over his phone. A few seconds later, a tall, slender lady with red hair down to her back, blue eyes, and a soft voice entered the office.

"Yes, Mr. Masaki?" she asked.

"Miss Takenouchi, meet Mr. Daisuke Motomiya, the new History teacher. Could you give him the two-dollar tour of our wonderful campus while I get his room ready?"

Miss Takenouchi smirked at the sarcasm that the principal presented. "Yes sir," she said. Daisuke got up to greet her.

"Motomiya Daisuke-san?"

"Hai." They bowed to each other.

"Hajimemashite. Watashi wa Takenouchi Sora, Assistant Princial. Dozo yoroshiku."

"Yoroshiku onegai ishimasu."

"Please follow me, and I'll show you around." They left the office, Sora leading. Daisuke couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked from behind. He knew he shouldn't be staring, but the way her hips would move with each step kept catching his eye. At length, he decided to ask her a question.

"Takenouchi-san, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"I'm thirty-four," she said without slowing down or looking back. Daisuke's face faulted a little. He figured she would be at least around his age or younger. To have a body and a face like that at that age was quite astounding. Still, the age difference threw him off at once. He mouthed a silent "whoa".

"Here is our library," she said, stopping in front of a large room that was visible through the wide windows that curved the corner.

"Not too many books in here," Daisuke said, gazing at the many book shelves.

"I don't see how. We have over five hundred of them."

"There's over a thousand at the school I used to teach at," he said as they turned from the window and went down the hall, passing by the lockers.

"And where did you teach before?"

"Tokyo Junior High."

"That explains a lot," Sora said. She knew a little about TJH, how it was a fairly decent school with a good amount of money.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to gloat or anything like that."

"It's okay. This is the cafeteria," she said, showing him two sets of double doors at the bottom of a 3-step staircase. "Since it's going to be lunch time in half an hour, I'll show that to you last." She showed him around the rest of the first floor, passing by the teacher's lounge as well. She explained to him that each floor has a teacher's lounge on it. There wasn't too much on the second floor aside from more classrooms, except the Nurse's office, the media room for the TVs, and the tutoring room for the students who need extra help with regular school work. They reached the third floor and passed by a set of doors that were closed off by yellow and black caution tape.

"What's in here?" he asked, stopping to look at it.

"A forbidden area," Sora replied, looking back at him.

"Why is it forbidden?"

"Got me."

"Hm. Masaki-san ever make mention of it?"

"No. The only thing he said about it was that a bad spark caused a fire. Other than that, details are unknown. Best thing to do is just leave it alone so as to not cause any trouble." She turned and began walking again. Daisuke stared at the door a bit longer, looking at his reflection in the round, dark porthole. As he did, he noticed that something began outlining his face. It was very hard to tell at first, but when he moved his head slightly, the silhouette immediately moved as well. Daisuke's heart jumped in his throat, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Motomiya-san!" Sora called from down the hall. Daisuke jumped at the sound of her voice, and immediately turned to her. She motioned impatiently with her head for him to follow her. He looked at the porthole one last time, and not seeing the silhouette anymore, took off after Sora.

"What happened to you?" Sora asked when Daisuke caught up to her. He was slightly pale in the face, and he was breathing a little heavy. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."

"I just pray that I didn't," he said. Sora looked at him with an odd expression on her face.

"Let's get back to the office," she said.
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"So, how'd you like the grand tour of the school?" Mr. Masaki asked with a grin.

"It was...something," Daisuke said uneasily. He couldn't shake the image he saw in the door window from his mind.

"Well, we make due with what we have. Here's the key to your room, and everything you'll need for teaching. You'll be on the third floor, room P323." He handed the items to Daisuke.

'Great,' Daisuke thought. 'I'm on the same floor as the ghosts.'

"Work hours are from 6:30 in the morning, to 5:30 in the evening. Lunch is an hour and a half long, from 11:30 to 1:00. Whether you prefer to eat inside the cafeteria or bring your own lunch is your choice. You'll start tomorrow, so be here at 6:00 so you can get settled in. That sounds good?"

"Works for me."

"Alright then. Welcome aboard Motomiya-san, we'll see you tomorrow. Make sure you get some rest, too. You look like you saw a ghost or something."

Daisuke smiled weakly and tugged at the collar of his shirt. "Will do," he said, leaving out of the office.
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"Hey, little bro," a spiky, red haired female said from the kitchen as soon as Daisuke opened the door to the apartment and stepped inside.

"Hey, Jun," he said, slipping off his shoes at the door. He took his things into his room, set them on the floor, and flopped on his bed.

"How'd the interview go?"

"It went great. I got the job."

"Really? That's wonderful! So why are you so down about it?"

"I'm not really down about it, just cautious. That school sort of creeps me out."

"How so?" Jun asked as she set a bowl of noodles on the kitchen table. She looked up as Daisuke came walking into the living room.

"The fourth floor of the school is closed off."

"Why?"

Daisuke shrugged, lifting his hands in the air, and dropping them at his sides again. "No one could tell me," he said, walking over to the couch and sitting down. He looked back at his sister. "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

"They let us go early. I'm not sure why." She went back into the kitchen. "When do you start working?"

"Tomorrow, at six thirty."

"That's good," she said, walking over to the table with a can of soda in her hand. She sat down, prayed over her food, and began eating. Daisuke looked at her, then up at the stove in the kitchen.

"Where's mine?" he asked

Jun looked up at him. "Where's your what?" she asked back.

"That's messed up. You didn't know I was hungry?"

"I didn't even know you were coming home. I'm not psychic."

"So does that mean you won't fix me a bowl of noodles right now?"

"It means you're going to get your lazy carcass up and fix it yourself!"

Daisuke grinned at her. "Are you getting mad, Jun?"

"Do you want me to get mad?"

"Aw, come on, Jun! I was just playing with you," he said, getting up and walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her neck. "You don't have to be mad at your baby brother." He blew a raspberry on her neck.

"Daisuke, stop! You play too much!" Jun whined, pushing away her laughing brother.

"Have you talked to mom and dad lately?" he asked, fishing in the cupboard for a pack of noodles.

"I called them today. Since we were released early, I had an opportunity to do so."

"I talked to them yesterday. I guess you heard the same thing I've heard?" He placed a pot of water on the stove and set the dial to boil. He opened the noodle pack and placed the noodles in the water.

"Which was?" Jun asked, coming into the kitchen with her now empty bowl and putting it in the sink.

"How much they miss us and all of that."

"Yeah, I got that too."

"Mom asked me when I was going to settle down and have kids of my own. I told her when I find someone that can put up with me." They shared a laugh. A few minutes later Daisuke's noodles were done, and he was at the table eating them. Jun went to her room and got dressed, and was heading to the door.

"Where are you heading off to?" Daisuke asked, looking up at her.

"I'm going to meet some friends at the park," she said, slipping on her shoes. "You want to go?"

"No. I have no interest in your sorrowful tales about boys you wish you could meet."

Jun stuck her tongue out at him. "What are you going to do?"

"Probably take a nap. I am a bit tired."

"Okay. See you." She walked out the door and closed it behind her. Daisuke got up and locked the door. He went back to the table, took his empty bowl and set it in the sink. He walked back into his room.

'I'll just sleep until I wake up,' he thought, stretching out on his bed. As he lay there, he thought about what he saw in the window at the school.

'Was that real, or just me imagining things?' he thought to himself. He didn't have time to ponder it, for sleep claimed him before he could give it anymore thought.
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This first chapter is pretty short. It's just the introduction anyway. I'll try to make the rest of the chapters longer than this. Keep in mind that I didn't stop with Castaways; this is just a side story that popped in my mind. I originally thought about naming this Teacher's Lounge, with just Hikari and Daisuke meeting in a lounge at school. The problem was that I thought about it so much that I had a dream about the whole top floor of the building was burned out, and Daisuke and Hikari were trying to figure out why. That's where this story's stemming from. I'll also be working on a rendition to Trapped in the Closet, which will be my first songfic, so stand by for that one. I have other stories I want to type up too, so be patient for those. Nesha, keep up the good work. To those of you of whom I haven't read any stories from, I apologize. If you have any Daikari stories, please let me know so I can read them.