Summary: AU! 02/05! Due to his job at DATS interfering with his school work Daimon Masaru has grabbed the attention of his class representative. A Strange girl named Yagami Hikari.
In Our Hands
Chapter One: Troubles
Ootori Municipal Junior High School was just like other schools. It was filled with students from all over Tokyo. It spread into several cliques of the beautiful and popular, the smug brains and the future gang members.
It truly was hell.
Kurama Chiaki found them all to be little monsters as he once again questioned why he became a teacher in the first place. He had been teaching for well over fifteen years without getting any respect from his students. He doubted any of them remembered his name.
This school day didn’t seem to be any better. He already lost his favourite parking spot and he was forced to park on the opposite the side of the parking lot. He forced himself into the school where he heard a sharp cry of,
“Kurama-san!”
He could recognize that voice miles away. Just what he needed today. In a instant Kazuki Asuza just made the day worse. The younger teacher smiled brightly, completely unaware of his feelings and pressed a cup into his hand, “I got you a coffee.”
He nodded his thanks, a bright up and coming teacher, Kazuki Asuza he was everything Kurama was not. It was only his first year and all the teachers excluding Kurama already loved him. He was the most popular teacher in the school and even had the gall to take Kurama's parking spot.
A voice squealed, “Kazuki-sensei!”
He watched as some of the senior students approach the younger man, one of the girls blushing and giggling offered him a package, “Kazuki-Sensei, I made you some cookies.”
Despite the length of his career, Kurama never got anything from any of his students. He growled and headed to his classroom. The students were talking animatedly to themselves, completely unaware of him.
He went to his desk and told the class, “Everyone, sit down.”
The class continued on, deaf to his request. Kurama sneered, if they wanted to play this game, “I SAID ‘SIT DOWN!’”
That got their attention as they rushed to find their correct seats. He pulled out the attendance book, “Now that everyone’s seated. Let’s start.”
“Ai?”
“Here.”
“Ayatsuri?”
“Here.”
“Daichi.”
“Here!”
“Daimon? Daimon Masaru? Is Daimon Masaru present?”
“Daimon’s skipping again?”
“Probably got in another fight.”
“Really he always seemed so nice.”
“Didn’t you hear? Daimon-San beat up the martial arts club on his first day looking for strong opponents.”
“What an awful boy.”
“What do you expect from the low-class street fighter?”
Personally he agreed with the class assessment of Daimon Masaru. He was definitely a problem child. All Kurama saw in that boy’s future was gang warfare and drug abuse. But as a teacher he was forced to act like he cared. Sighing he looked to the class representative. . “Yagami-san, I expect you to take notes for Daimon-san in his absence."
She beamed, “Leave it to me.”
She was definitely a irritating brat in her own right. Groaning inwardly he went to his book to record the attendance and heard one of the girls scream in fright and looked up to see one of the boys try to stick a bug down her back.
He was definitely going to retire this year.
Fujieda Yoshino sighed pathetically. How come Digimon had to be sighted so early in the day? She had received the call that a Goblinmon had been seen downtown about a half hour ago. Even so it would have been fine if Satsuma hadn’t ordered she take Masaru with her for the day.
She begged and pleaded to get Megumi or Miki instead. Unfortunately for her Miki was having a day off and Megumi had a lot of paperwork to deal with. So she was stuck with the new boy who had only joined DATS just two days earlier.
This was the worst. She was so looking forward to Touma coming back tomorrow.
Speaking of her passenger, Masaru was staying uncharacteristically quiet. She glanced at him taking in his appearance. His reddish brown hair wasn’t tied back in his usual ponytail. In Yoshino’s opinion the younger boy looked much better without it. He was wearing an open black shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans. Since it was daytime they were supposed to be undercover and not their official uniform.
At the moment they were in her car driving to the last place the digimon was sighted. It was in the rough part of town, Yoshino noted. It was prime Yakuza territory.
“Aniki, what’s wrong?” Agumon said popping in from the back seat of her car. She was surprised he hated being in Digivice so much. Lalamon always stayed in hers without complaint.
“Nothing,” Masaru said brushing his partner off, “It’s just been a while since I’ve been down here.”
Yoshino reflected on every piece of information she knew about this boy.
'Daimon Masaru: Blood Type B, born April 2nd, currently attending Ootori Municipal Junior High School, class 2-A, Street fighter. He has been arrested nearly a dozen times. Every time it was because of fighting.'
Yoshino stared at him again. Was this kid actually stupid enough to fight Yakuza?
Masaru noticed her staring and became flustered, “What do I have something on my face?”
Yoshino shook her head. There was no way this guy could survive around here.
Goblinmon had entered this world with one thought. He wanted to become stronger. He had appeared in a strange location. He was in some underground dive where the air was filthy due to some weird sticks in several of the humans’ mouths.
In an instant the humans took out strange metal items that made a loud sound and gave him lots of pain. He quickly took out his club and decided to start smashing away. This is what he came here for after all.
One of them threw their metal items away and starting screaming, “It’s the devil!”
One of the others taking out of one those metal toys yelled, “Shut up Akira!”
The one called Akira seemed to shrink and turned his back, “I’m getting out of here, Mizuiro.”
Goblinmon couldn’t have his opponents running. He raced after Akira and pushed him through a nearby table. He raised his club and smashed the coward’s head in.
He saw sunlight peaking through and decided that the rest of the world would definitely be more of a challenge.
He heard more screams and saw more the same type of men all of them with those metal tools. Just like before he saw several of those strange metal things. They were starting to piss him off. He attacked the human nearest to him and planned to silence him. Maybe then they would learn to shut up. He was interrupted with a painful impact to his cheek. He was pushed away from his prey and noticed a new figure standing before him.
“Hey bastard what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He was a bizarre human. He stared at him for a few seconds taking in his appearance. He was roughly Goblinmon’s height. He wasn’t one of the older humans that he saw running around. He didn’t even have one of the metal tools have. His fist had bright orange glow radiating from it. He had the aura of a fighter.
Goblinmon raised his club again at the one who tried to attack him. He was not going to let anyone interfere in his path to greatness.
The human rushed at him, smirking, “Too slow.” In a instant another fist connected.
Surely this human didn’t think he could possibly beat him. The difference was too big. By all means this child was an insect. In an instant the human kicked the club out of his hand and gave him another punch.
How in the world did a human have this power?
The boy seemed to realize what he was thinking, “Don’t underestimate humans, bastard!” He turned behind him, “Agumon!”
Goblinmon saw a digimon running behind the human, “Aniki!”
The human threw his bright fist onto a small box, “Digi-soul Charge!”
Agumon was instantly replaced with a larger dinosaur.
The last thing Goblinmon saw was a wall of fire heading towards him.
"I'd just like some tea please."
Yoshino sighed. She always had a bad habit of doing that. She was always told by people that it brought them down. They recovered Goblinmon's egg and erased everyone’s memory of the attack. At the moment they were in some small restaurant called Suisei.
Masaru held up his bowl to a nearby waitress, "Can I have some more ramen?"
“Don’t you have school today?” Yoshino looked through her window.
Masaru rolled his eyes, “Kaasan doesn’t really care if I go or not. She knows I hate it.”
Yoshino gaped at Masaru’s bluntness. She hid behind her glass and inquired, “Don’t you think it’s a little selfish? School is important you know. Don’t you want to get a safe job to look after her? I mean since you’re dad is-”
Masaru cut her off,"Quit nagging." Grimacing he added, “I’m happy as a street fighter.”
Yoshino snorted, "I noticed. You seem like a tough guy especially since those Yakuza members know your name."
Masaru stared at her in shock, "What?"
Yoshino brushed him off, taking her tea from the returning waitress, "I talked to a couple of those guys that seemed to recognize you.”
Masaru glared at her, “What I do isn’t any of your business.”
Yoshino continued on, “Yakuza do not mess around. Your mom and sister, DATS itself could be compromised.”
Masaru stood up abruptly, gaining the attention of everyone else in the restaurant, “Shut up!”
Yoshino shushed him, “I’m just telling you the truth.”
Masaru turned his hands into fists, angrier than Yoshino had ever seen him, "Don’t act like you know anything about me!"
Yoshino realized her folly and tried to apologize. Masaru raised his hand to silence her. He pointed to the waitress who still hadn’t given him his ramen, “Could you make that to go?” She nodded, clearly frightened. Masaru looked at Yoshino, “I’ll be in the car.” He turned his back to her and took the ramen from the waitress, apologizing to her.
Yoshino, still drinking her tea felt the eyes of the other residents of the restaurant, staring at her with disgust and disappointment. What did they know? Ignoring her own shame, she growled, “He is definitely the worst!”
Masaru waited in the car, furious. He never wanted to hurt a girl so much in his life.
What did this girl who knew him for less than Seventy-Hours know of anything? She wasn’t there. She had no right to judge him, preaching to him. A part of him wanted to quit DATS right now. The only reason he was staying was because of Agumon.
Speaking of his partner, he decided to pop in, “What’s wrong Aniki?”
Masaru crossed his arms, handing him the ramen, “Not now.” Agumon was too hungry to argue.
Yoshino finally came out of the diner and opened the door roughly, glaring at “Thanks for sticking me with the bill.” Masaru didn’t respond. Yoshino growled and started the car. The rest of the ride was quiet. Agumon picked up on Masaru not wanting to talk. Yoshino kept glancing at Masaru from the sides of her eyes, not speaking.
Not sparing a second glance to Yoshino, “Let’s go Agumon.”
Agumon crawled out of the car, “Bye Yoshino!”
Masaru returned home to his surprised mother. It was just a little past noon, so Chika hasn’t returned. Sayuri didn’t question him and he appreciated her for it. Agumon decided he was most useful helping her with chores. Masaru ran into his room, exhausted from the day. Maybe he’d feel better if he took a nap. He fell asleep the instant he hit the bed.
He awoke to hear Chika yelling, “Masaru, there is someone at the door for you!”
Yawning, He cried back, “Who is it?"
Chika’s voice laughed from the stairs, “It’s a girl.”
Masaru’s sour mood returned. He got off his bed and ran down the stairs. He was definitely not in the frame of mind to deal with the DATS member. He opened the door roughly and barked loudly, “What do you want?” Determined to get rid of Yoshino as quickly as possible, it took him a few seconds before he realized that the girl in front of him wasn’t Fujieda.
She was a young girl of about fourteen just a little bit shorter than Yoshino. She had warm crimson eyes, messy brown bangs framing her face with the rest tied back in a sloppy bun. She was wearing the burgundy blazer and faded grey skirt of Masaru’s school. She had a digital camera hanging around her neck. She did appear familiar and he was sure he’s seen here and there.
She smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry if this was a bad time. I’m 2-A’s class representative and I need to talk to you.”
Masaru apologized, “Sorry I thought you were someone else.” She still appeared worried so he reassured her, “I’m not going to bite. You want to come in.”
She walked into the living cautiously, reaching into a bright pink bag and pulling out several books and papers. She handed it to him and explained, “You were absent so I brought you today’s notes and homework.”
He stared at the papers, filled with unrecognizable symbols and numbers and wondered what he was going to do about it. Yoshino’s voice mocked him in his head. “Schoolwork is important. Don’t you want to provide for your mom?”
The girl seemingly aware of his situation gave him a pitying look, "I can stay and help if you want?"
Masaru shook his head, "I can't let you do that."
She brushed him away and beamed, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bright pink cell phone, "Like I said before I'm class representative and I'm supposed to help every one in my class. I'll just call my brother and tell him I'm helping a classmate."
Masaru thought about what he would do if Chika was at a boy's house at this age, "Won't your brother mind that this classmate is a boy."
She paled, before shaking her head, "He doesn't need to know about that. So let’s just keep this between us."
If she was going to help him, he would hide a body if he had to, “Thanks!”
She raised two fingers to make the victory sign, “No problem.”
Masaru blinked twice, hit with a sudden realization, “I’m sorry I’m so rude. I didn’t even get your name.”
She smiled, “I’m Yagami Hikari. It’s nice to meet you officially Daimon-san.”
He smiled back for the first time that day, “Nice to meet you too Yagami-San.”
End Chapter
I was always bothered Masaru's reputation of a street fighter and the fact he was stated to get in trouble a lot with the police didn’t come up a lot more in the series. Yoshino will be a lot way nicer after this chapter. She seemed like such a law abiding person, Masaru`s lifestyle would irritate her.
Not my best but this fic is mostly a experiment and first try at fiction after about three years of inactivity.
