The Way of the Social Life
By Christochi Ishida
Disclaimer: This is the next part in my overall story of Digi-fics. My first part was a five-story series called Digimon: The Legacy. This next story will only have one part and will use all characters from The Legacy and some new ones (oh happy, happy, joy, joy!) So without further ado…
........ “Chris! Matt! T.K.! Jaina! Zeke! Jacen! Theresa! Time to get up
for school!”
........ Chris groaned. “Ya know, Matt? There are sometimes when I wish I was
still the D-Generate, living on the street.”
........ Matt grinned. “Well, I for one am glad that “The D-Generate” has
retired.
........ “Not me.” Jaina sighed as she strolled into the boy’s room, already
fully dressed, her stark-white hair and skin contrasting beautifully
with the white pants and pink blouse she wore. “The D-Generate was more
fun to be around.”
........ “What do you mean? Just last night, I treated us all to a great movie
and pizza!”
........ Jaina grinned. “That’s not the kind of fun I meant…”
........ Chris got it a split second before Jaina tackled him backwards onto the
bed.
........ Ms. Takashi poked her head into the room. “Stop groping each other and
come to breakfast, you two.” She said with a slight smile.
........ Matt laughed as eight year-old T.K. then asked his mother, “Mom, what
does groping mean?”
........ “I’ll explain later. Time for breakfast now.”
........ “Matt,” Jacen asked as the school bus pulled away from the curb. “Can
you help me with this problem?”
........ “Sure”
........ Matt then paused and said, quite timidly.
........ “Jacen, why are you doing sixth-grade math when we’re in seventh
grade?”
........ Jacen glared at him. “If you forget, I missed out on seven years of
school. I barely knew even simple math because I had no use for it on
the streets.”
........ Matt grinned. “Just kidding. Here, let me show you…”
........ “Mr., Mr.… Oh Chris?”
........ “Yes, Mr. Ingushi?
........ The teacher sighed. “I’m sorry, but is your last name Ryan or Ishida?’
........ “Call me Ryan. Now you know between me and Matt.”
........ “Fine.”
........ Matt grinned. That was probably the fifth time this month Mr. Ingushi
had forgotten which last name Chris used. His twin turned around to
flash him a grin.
........ “I hate it when he smiles like that. It’s so annoying.”
........ “Hey, squirt!”
........ T.K. hated it when Sam called him that. Just because Sam had been kept
back a year and was a full head taller than him didn’t give him the
right to make fun of him. Or tease him. Or steal his lunch money. Or
beat him up. Or…
........ “Hey, I’m talkin’ to you, stupid.”
........ T.K. couldn’t take it anymore. He whipped around, staring Sam down.
........ “Look, just because I have a real lot of trouble in school doesn’t mean
I’m stupid…”
........ T.K. never actually finished getting even that far as Sam’s fist
connected with the side of his small head, as the bully yelled. “Hey,
stupid, who said you could talk back to me!?!”
........ “Stop it!” a normally quite voice yelled over the sound of Sam’s fist
smacking him. T.K. paled. Please don’t let her come over here. I
don’t want her to get involved in this…
........ “Hey, stupid, it’s your little girlfriend.” Sam grinned as Kari ran
over. He stopped smiling as Kari jumped on him and started to scratch
him. Sam tried to flail his arms just to get Kari off him. He really
didn’t mean to hurt a girl but… fate will step in whenever it damn well
pleases…
........ “Oh God, I hope Kari’s okay…” T.K. sat outside the nurse’s office,
waiting for the nurse to look at him and trying to get the image out of
his head. Sam’s hand had come out of nowhere and “accidentally” struck
Kari full in the face, knocking her down. As she fell, her face and
forehead smashed right into a chair. She had just laid there, bleeding
really badly from her lower lip and forehead, as the teachers finally
saw what was going on and came running over to help. T.K. for himself
had a bruise on his cheek and a shallow cut over his eye but he really
didn’t care about himself for some reason. He just couldn’t stop
thinking about Kari.
........ She had gotten hurt before, but then, why did he feel so scared right
now? He felt strong friendship in his heart but, also, something else.
He couldn’t recognize this new emotion. He’d have to ask Matt or even
maybe Chris about it later. He still didn’t really trust Chris and, for
some reason, thought that he still liked to hurt people.
........ No one had really gotten into trouble, since it was just third grade.
Their parents had been called. All except for T.K.’s and Kari’s. They
were waiting to hear from the nurse to see if Kari was okay first before
they told her parents what had happened.
........ The nurse slowly poked her head outside the door. “T.K.?”
........ “Yes?”
........ “You can come see your little friend now. She’s awake and okay. Just
some scrapes and cuts and whatnot.”
........ T.K. felt supreme happiness and pleasure run through him at that
statement.
........ “T.K.! What the hell happened to you!?!” Matt and Chris all but
screamed as they saw T.K. walking toward them across the playground.
They had been waiting for him to walk home after school. They had been
shocked to see T.K.’s bruised and battered face as they all ran toward
him.
........ “T.K. what happened?” Zeke asked much more clearly than the twins did.
........ T.K. told them the entire story of what had happened in school. Chris
suddenly growled.
........ “T.K. take me to Sam, now.”
........ T.K. didn’t want to say no to Chris when he got that look in his eyes.
He was scared of that look. That was the look in his eyes on that
night… long ago…
........ Sam and his gang of punk kids were loitering around the back of the
school when T.K., Matt, Chris, Zeke, Jaina, and the rest of the
Takashi-Ishida-other family strode purposefully up to them. Chris
stopped right in front of Sam.
........ “You Sam?”
........ “Yeah, what about it?”
........ “Big words coming from such a small man.”
........ Sam swallowed hard, realizing that he only came up to about Chris’
stomach, it not even that far.
........ “I hear you like pickin’ on girls and kids shorter than you.”
........ Sam suddenly glanced to the right of Chris…and saw T.K. standing next
to Matt. He paled. If that was Matt next to Stupid, and this teenager
in front of him was almost identical to Matt…then this obviously livid
person in front of him was the insane killer brother he had heard about.
........ “I see you know who I am.”
........ Sam dumbly nodded.
........ “Well, Sammy, my boy, do you know hat happens to big goddamn tough
shits like you?”
........ Sam was downright terrified. He slowly shook his head.
........ “Well then, it appears like I’ve got to teach you.” Chris growled, he
ice-blue eyes seemingly melting with the enraged fire that burned there;
the eyes not of just good, kind Chris; the eyes of the D-Generate, the
tough street kid who had killed a man in his past.
........ T.K. was as terrified as Sam, because he thought that his worries were
going to come true and that Chris was going to kill again.
........ Chris suddenly pivoted on his heel, bringing his right foot up into a
beautiful sidekick that he had invented and used countless times during
gang wars on the streets; the Sweet Chin Music sidekick.
........ T.K. waited for the sound of foot smashing flesh…but it never came. He
opened his eyes.
........ The Sweet Chin Music had stopped perhaps less than half an inch away
from Sam’s face. The foot slowly lowered away from Sam’s head.
........ “Go.”
........ Sam and the gang bolted, hurtling away around the other side of the
building. T.K. looked up at Chris and suddenly realized that he could
trust Chris again. For Chris’ eyes were back to normal, blue and kind.
He could control the spirit of the D-Generate within him. Chris turned
back to T.K. and the others. He smiled.
........ “Come on, family. Let’s go home.”
........ T.K. sat on a bench in the park right across the street from his
apartment, thinking about all that had happened that day. Suddenly he
heard footsteps behind him on the soft grass. He turned to see Kari sit
down next to him, her short-ish legs dangling above the ground with his.
........ Her face looked different with the fat, scabbed-over lip and the slash
across her forehead, but T.K. still thought she looked absolutely
beautiful… He blushed. Where had that thought come from?
........ “T.K.?” she asked him.
........ “Yeah?”
........ “Thank you so much.”
........ “For what”
........ “For waiting outside the nurses’ office, bleeding, for over and hour
and a half for me. That really makes me feels good.”
........ T.K. blushed even more…and suddenly realized what the unknown emotion
in him was. It was true love. He loved Kari very much and just wanted
to see her okay and happy. He wasn’t sure what to do.
........ “Kari?”
........ “Yeah?”
........ “I… I… I…” He just couldn’t say it.
........ Kari looked over at him. “Yes, what’s wrong?”
........ T.K. didn’t know quite why he did it, but suddenly he was leaning over,
kissing Kari firmly on her lips. He pulled away from her, seeing her
wide, amazed eyes and her slowly blushing cheeks. He could feel his
face growing hot as well.
........ “I love you.”
........ For a split second, T.K. thought that Kari was going to slap him or run
away, but instead, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him
firmly back.
........ “I love you too, T.K.”
........ Unknown to the two hearts below, above them in the apartment, four other hearts were experiencing the same true love and happiness. Two pairs of ice-blue eyes, one pair of deep amber ones, and one pair of beautiful pink eyes. Chris and Jaina, and Matt and Jesanae.
A/N: Oh Hell Yeah! I do my best writing a one-o’clock in the morning listening to “Hanging By A Moment” by Lifehouse repeatedly. Very sappy yet some good blood, action, and true romance. The next part will be even sappier and more bloody. J-chan’s personal character, Jesanae Tekani, officially appears in the next story. Untill then, people!
-Chris ‘C-chan / “The D-Generate” Ryan Ishida
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