Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Love and Hate of Perfection ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Love and Hate of Perfection

Perfect. That's a quality I thought I hated. But, that changed when I met 'him'.

I was dating another boy named Ken. He was a genius in some ways, not super smart, just honours, smart. Perfect, right? Hardly, even geniuses have flaws. Ken's flaw was that he was anti-social. It took quite a few tries before he finally agreed to date me, both of us were seventeen.

But back to the subject. The new, seemingly 'perfect' student. Takaishi Takeru.

When he entered our class, I knew almost immediately that he was 'perfect'. He was too friendly and kind; everyone liked him. Except me. He sat down next to me and tried to start up a conversation, but I managed to ignore him, I definitely didn't want to talk to him.

When he finally noticed that I wasn't going to speak to him, he turned his head to the front of the class and I turned to look out the window. My boyfriend, Ken, went to a different school so I was alone.

For the rest of the day, I had to avoid him. It wasn't hard, he was always getting held up by various poppies. 'Poppies' is the name I use when referring to those happy, perky, popular people. Some might have said that I would fit in that category, but I disproved that a long time ago.

Later that day, during my date with Ken, I told him about Takeru. Of course Ken can be unpredictable at times so when he comments on things, he usually takes me by surprise. He told me that if he wanted to be friends with me, then I should let him. We got into an argument, somewhere in there was him mentioning that I could use a few friends and not just hang off of him all the time. He said that even he had friends to spend time with. I told him that I didn't want friends like Takeru. Ken and I never argued like that. But I knew what would happen at the end, and I'm usually right. The two of us broke up and afterwards, we rarely spoke. You should listen to people when they tell you that you can't be friends after breaking up with someone. Either you hate each other, or it's too painful for one because they're still in love with the other. The world and relationships, whether friendly or romantic, are fucked.

I was alone. Ken had been the only person that I had. It made me decide to be 'friends' with Takeru. Breakups really fuck with your mind.

"Hey, I'm Takeru." He said one day. As luck would have it, it was the day I decided to actually talk to him. How fortunate. Not. Although it was my goal to try, I was still reluctant to go through with it. I was walking down the hall when he approached me.

"I'm Daisuke." I replied. He held out his hand and I stared at it as if it were going to bite me.

"It's just a hand." He said. He smiled; it was such a bright and happy smile that had girls drooling over him. I wanted to throw up. I shook his hand then decided that befriending him would be a bad idea. If I stayed around him too long, I might get sick, or worse. Become just like him. I mentally shuddered at the thought and then turned around, heading towards my next class. Which unfortunately, I shared with Takeru.

"Hey, Daisuke. Wait for me, I'll walk with you." He said. I slowed my quick pace just enough for him to catch up on his own. "You know," He started. I held back an agitated sigh. Conversations weren't my specialty. "I think we have the same classes this year." He said. Unfortunately, I knew he was right, we did.

"Yeah, I guess so." I said. I opted to keep my responses brief.

"So I was wondering, do you think you could help me with some of this stuff? You see, since I just got here, I have a lot of catching up to do and I'm not sure how to do all of it. I need someone in my classes to help me."

"What makes you think I can help?" I asked. He winced a little, slightly hurt from my tone, but he continued nonetheless.

"Well, I'm not really sure. I don't know anyone else."

"What about those people that are always around you?" I asked. There was a bit of mocking in my tone, and I heard him chuckle a bit. That surprised, I was expecting that he would be offended by my comment.

"Oh them." He said. He had been facing me while talking, but now he turned his head and looked in front of us. I hadn't noticed how much I liked his soft, blue eyes until he turned them away. I shook my head to clear it before speaking.

"What do you mean 'oh them'?" I asked.

"What I mean is, they're not friends, really. It just seems that people flock around you if you're nice enough. Whether you want them to or not, it happens. I can't really get rid of them though; I would feel kind of...I'm not really sure how to describe it." He said. That shocked me. It was almost as if he were reading my mind. I had felt the same way a few years before, when I had been in his position. He was turning out to be different that I thought. Not all people were as they seemed I guess.

"Empty." I said.

"Yeah...How did you know?" He asked.

"I've been there myself." I replied. I too had turned my attention to our destination. It seemed like we had been walking for a while. When I actually looked to see where we were standing, we were right in front of our classroom. I walked inside without elaborating, or answering the question I knew he was dying to ask.

He followed me to the back of the room and sat in the desk next to me.

"You know, just because you need someone to help you with your work, doesn't mean you have to sit with them too." I said. I leaned back in my chair and stared lazily at the ceiling. I couldn't look at Takeru then. Something about him was bugging me.

"You don't want me to, then?" He asked.

"I didn't say that. It's just that people don't normally want to sit near me unless they have to." I said. It was true, people avoided me, but I couldn't be bothered to care. I liked things the way they were, and I could tell already, that Takeru was going to mess things up. But in a good or bad way, I wasn't sure yet.

"What did you do?" He asked; he was amused and seemed interested.

"I honestly can't remember. I think it involved superglue, textbooks and many hours of labour." I grinned at the ceiling. I didn't want to study the subject that we were assigned in history. So, as a result of anger, stress and boredom, I had glued together the pages of the textbooks, so when the teacher gave them out, no one could open them. "It wasn't anything special, I just didn't like history. People started acting weird, but I can't understand why. It was such a stupid little prank. Oh wait...I remember." When I was found 'guilty' of 'vandalism', my parents and teachers had argued with each other. My parents said that it was some temporary mental illness that was caused by the teachers and students. Of course, when my parents forced me to go to a psychologist, they ended up being right. Only because I lied so I wouldn't have to pay for the books. The school ended up buying new texts that pushed the limits of their budgets even after they cut extra curricular activities. It took a few years and a lot of fundraisers to put them back on track, with extra activities and everything. Everyone blamed me for everything, but I didn't care. I got what I wanted. The texts I had glued were about twenty years old so we got new ones that were up to date and I got the necessary space I needed from everyone. I told Takeru this, and I started laughing when his eyes widened in surprise and he looked at me funny.

"Are you serious?" He asked. I nodded, trying to control my laughing fit. After I calmed down, I noticed that the teacher wasn't there yet, it was odd. But it bought us a bit of time. Takeru ran a hand through his soft blond hair and sighed.

"I can't believe you did that. I wish I had the guts to."

"Doesn't take much. I didn't have any either until I got fed up. You should try it sometime." I said. Takeru shook his head.

"Nah, my mother would kill me. And I know my brother would be disappointed." That made me wonder. It made me think that he might be acting like this in order to impress someone, or maybe to make them think he isn't a screw up, but rather a smart student. Maybe he was trying to live up to someone else's standards instead of his own.

"Your brother? That's weird." I said. He frowned and looked at me.

"Why is that weird?" He asked.

"Well, usually people mention their parents not their brother." I said.

"Oh, well my brother looks out for me. He's a little over protective, probably because he rarely gets to see me."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "And why's that?" I asked.

"Because our parents are divorced. I live with my mother and my brother with my dad. My dad doesn't really care about me; he barely cares about my brother. I think my brother gets his worrying from my mother. The two of them are terrible when they're together. It's like having two overprotective hens hovering over you." He started laughing. I noticed how sweet and innocent his laugh was. I mentally kicked myself when I realized that I was falling for a 'poppie' like him, but he was different from the others.

"That would be terrible." I said. Takeru's laughter died and he tried to catch his breath.

"It is. Trust me, you should see him." I shrugged.

"I wonder where the teacher is." I said. Just then, the principal came in and announced that our teacher was away on sick leave. It was sudden so they didn't have a replacement and they gave us the class off. I would have gone home because I had a spare and this was my second last class, but when I told Takeru, he asked me to stay so that I could help him with his work.

"Can it wait?" I asked.

"Well...If you have somewhere else to be..." He trailed off, hiding a look of hurt. I sighed and agreed to stay with him. Takeru's face brightened and the two of us went outside to sit under a tree. The place was practically deserted even though it was early spring and the weather was warm.

Takeru's books were scattered in front of us as I looked over what he was having trouble with. I remembered that he had the same classes as I did, so I wondered why he wanted to stay here, he probably had a spare too.

"Don't you have a spare too?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but I'd rather do school work at school and not at home. Besides, my mother will be home and she'll attack me with questions if I show up early. She'll think I cut class or something." He smiled. I couldn't help but laugh at the image of his mother cornering him with millions of questions.

"So what are you having trouble with exactly?" I asked.

"This." He pointed to some math that was in his books. I didn't like math, but I did fairly well at it. So the two of us spent the next few minutes working on his math. I did the explaining and he did the problems using the guidance I gave him.

"So, is this the answer?" He asked.

"No, no. I told you, you can't do that." I said. Before I knew exactly what I was doing, I grabbed his hand and wrote down the correct answer, after fixing the work he did before hand. "That's what you do." I said. I let go of his hand and pointed to what I had drawn on the page.

"I see..." If I hadn't known any better, I would have said that his cheeks were turning pink. I decided to see his reaction to other things. I subtly slid closer to him as I was explaining the next question, his cheeks turned pinker and I could see a bulge growing in his pants. Agreeing with the idea that Takeru liked me, I suddenly dropped the pencil I was using to explain, and grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss.

Tbc...

~Happy 'Lil Slasher~