Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Lab ❯ That voice again! ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Roses-in-the-Dark 
My frist fic. Constructive Critisism is welcomed with open arms! And I dont own Digimon in any way except this fic.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Updated On: 11.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 758 | Visits: 578 | Status: Work In Progress
My frist fic. Constructive Critisism is welcomed with open arms! And I dont own Digimon in any way except this fic.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Updated On: 11.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 758 | Visits: 578 | Status: Work In Progress
Daisuke yawned as he entered class, a fresh bandage on his cheek. Another night since his father had lost his job, another night since his mother had walked out with Jun, another night of his father coming home drunk and becoming violent.
Daisuke walked (or more like stumbled) to his seat, late again, and collapsed into it. The teacher looked up, irritated, from the lesson she had been teaching.
“Mr. Motomiya, this is the fourth time this week you’ve been late for class. If your alarm is broken, you can buy another one at the store for a few hundred yen.” She said sardonically. For a moment, Daisuke couldn’t keep the frown off his face. Then he allowed himself his usual lazy grin.
“A little blue monster dropped it in the bath tub.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. He could hear Hikari and Takuru shifting sharply around in their chairs.
“Now what?” he wondered. He risked a quick glance at them as the teacher went into a lecture on ridiculous made up stories and how they should come up with at least a half-way believable one if they think they can get away with it. Hikari was looking at him with a pinched expression on her pretty face. Daisuke figured vaguely that it didn’t suit her out ward appearance at all. Her inward one though……… Takuru, meanwhile, was glaring daggers at him. Not that he cared, though.
“Bet they’re gonna chew me out about mentioning dimi-veemon.” He thought, flashing them a warm, totally clueless smile. He wasn’t stupid. Not that stupid at least. Actually, he was incredibly smart. When he was younger, his parents had tried to get him to move him up two grades. He didn’t want to. He was uncomfortable enough being smart in his own grade.
“Mr. Motomiya! Eyes in front! Page 36. Solve the third problem.” The teacher snapped. Daisuke heard Hikari giggle at something Takuru whispered in her ear. The teacher ignored her favorite two students. Motomiya had missed how to do this lesson. There was no way in Hell he would be able to solve this one.
“On the board.” She added. No hurt in adding to his humiliation.
Not that Daisuke didn’t know what was going on. He decided to give the teacher, Hikari, and everyone else a taste of their own medicine. He had been doing these problems out of boredom all week.
Standing with another disarming smile, he walked up to the board, and picked up the chalk. He began scribbling down numbers and equations. In a matter of moments, he had finished. He bowed cheerfully to his teacher, and headed back to his desk, not allowing himself the self satisfied smirk he felt he very richly disserved.
“Control, Motomiya, its all about control. Maybe that’ll shut the bitch up long enough for me to get some sleep.”
The teacher examined, cross examined, and re-examined the problem, but it was done perfectly, and without fault.
“It’s…..absolutely correct.” She growled out. Daisuke grinned disarmingly at her.
“Oh, yay! I got it right? That was the first time I had ever done a problem like that. Just dumb luck.” He chirped, reveling as the teaches face went from disappointed/annoyed to downright pissed. Not that he let it show on his face. Daisuke prided himself for his excellent acting skills. Though considering how they were acquired he felt he probably shouldn’t be.
“oh well,” he thought “Life skills.”
“That was easy.” He whispered to Hikari as if sharing a big secret. She rolled her eyes.
“You already said that.” She muttered back, not even sparing him a glance. Growling to himself at her tone (not that he hadn’t expected it) he returned to ignoring the lesson.
/“Dai-chan…”/ The voice was so soft, so subtle, it could have been a passing breeze, But he heard it as if someone had shouted in his ear. He sat up strait, glancing around, straining to hear that very familer voice again. But the only sound was that of the teacher’s naisly voice going over the to-easy-math problems. Daisuke settled back down uneasily.
“It couldn’t have been.” he thought, excitement bubbling up in his stomach. “I haven’t heard from them in years.”
Daisuke walked (or more like stumbled) to his seat, late again, and collapsed into it. The teacher looked up, irritated, from the lesson she had been teaching.
“Mr. Motomiya, this is the fourth time this week you’ve been late for class. If your alarm is broken, you can buy another one at the store for a few hundred yen.” She said sardonically. For a moment, Daisuke couldn’t keep the frown off his face. Then he allowed himself his usual lazy grin.
“A little blue monster dropped it in the bath tub.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. He could hear Hikari and Takuru shifting sharply around in their chairs.
“Now what?” he wondered. He risked a quick glance at them as the teacher went into a lecture on ridiculous made up stories and how they should come up with at least a half-way believable one if they think they can get away with it. Hikari was looking at him with a pinched expression on her pretty face. Daisuke figured vaguely that it didn’t suit her out ward appearance at all. Her inward one though……… Takuru, meanwhile, was glaring daggers at him. Not that he cared, though.
“Bet they’re gonna chew me out about mentioning dimi-veemon.” He thought, flashing them a warm, totally clueless smile. He wasn’t stupid. Not that stupid at least. Actually, he was incredibly smart. When he was younger, his parents had tried to get him to move him up two grades. He didn’t want to. He was uncomfortable enough being smart in his own grade.
“Mr. Motomiya! Eyes in front! Page 36. Solve the third problem.” The teacher snapped. Daisuke heard Hikari giggle at something Takuru whispered in her ear. The teacher ignored her favorite two students. Motomiya had missed how to do this lesson. There was no way in Hell he would be able to solve this one.
“On the board.” She added. No hurt in adding to his humiliation.
Not that Daisuke didn’t know what was going on. He decided to give the teacher, Hikari, and everyone else a taste of their own medicine. He had been doing these problems out of boredom all week.
Standing with another disarming smile, he walked up to the board, and picked up the chalk. He began scribbling down numbers and equations. In a matter of moments, he had finished. He bowed cheerfully to his teacher, and headed back to his desk, not allowing himself the self satisfied smirk he felt he very richly disserved.
“Control, Motomiya, its all about control. Maybe that’ll shut the bitch up long enough for me to get some sleep.”
The teacher examined, cross examined, and re-examined the problem, but it was done perfectly, and without fault.
“It’s…..absolutely correct.” She growled out. Daisuke grinned disarmingly at her.
“Oh, yay! I got it right? That was the first time I had ever done a problem like that. Just dumb luck.” He chirped, reveling as the teaches face went from disappointed/annoyed to downright pissed. Not that he let it show on his face. Daisuke prided himself for his excellent acting skills. Though considering how they were acquired he felt he probably shouldn’t be.
“oh well,” he thought “Life skills.”
“That was easy.” He whispered to Hikari as if sharing a big secret. She rolled her eyes.
“You already said that.” She muttered back, not even sparing him a glance. Growling to himself at her tone (not that he hadn’t expected it) he returned to ignoring the lesson.
/“Dai-chan…”/ The voice was so soft, so subtle, it could have been a passing breeze, But he heard it as if someone had shouted in his ear. He sat up strait, glancing around, straining to hear that very familer voice again. But the only sound was that of the teacher’s naisly voice going over the to-easy-math problems. Daisuke settled back down uneasily.
“It couldn’t have been.” he thought, excitement bubbling up in his stomach. “I haven’t heard from them in years.”