Foriegn Exchange

When Strangers come out to play ...

Summary : Being a foriegn exchange student isn't always easy.Which is exactly what Matt learns when he meets Tai Yagami, the schools residential bully.Can he survive the year without being bodily harmed, or will he go home having been torn a new ass? Read to find out !

Pairing : Taito, Daiken , Takouji . Maybe more in the : *echo* Distant future- future- future......

Disclaimer : I don't own Digimon. They don't pair up the boys, so why would I wan't it ?

Warning : This story contains boy on boy relatonships. If there is a problem with your fucked up little mind, then go away. I don't like you.


............I SAID GO!

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Throwing the last of my bags into the car trunk, I turn to my dad, who is attempting to get my cat into his carrier. And failing miserably. Chuckling quitetly, cause it's unheard of for me to laugh, I walked over to where my dad was getting torn apart by Yume.

"Down boy! " I comanded the cat, who jumped off dad's back and into my arms where he started to purr lovingly.

"I don't know how you do it," dad praised me, while standing straight again and limping over to the trunk of the car to adjust the bags. Wow. Yume must have got him good. I snuggled the cat closer to my chest and scooped up the carrier , then jogged over to dad.

"All set ?" he asked, while slamming down the lid of the trunk. I nodded and set the carrier down. Giving Yume one last snuggle, I put him gently into the carrier and let dad strap him into the back seat . Walking over to the passenger side of the car, a thought struk me.

"I'll be right back. " I say as I turn back to the house and run inside as I hear dad calling for me to hurry. Running up the stairs and searching my room, I think about what I'm getting ready to do. Or rather, where I'm about go.

You see, the whole reason I was putting bags in the car and dad actually braved touching Yume is because I have a plane to catch in fifteen minutes. Japan is my destination. Osaka to be precise . I'm going to be living there for a while as a foreign exchange student. Which is the bogus program my dad got me into. Not that I didn't want to go, but if the whole trip wasn't related t school in any way, I wouldn't be going.

Sure, we had the money to go and everything, but my dad is strict. Very strict. With a capital 'S'. Like this one time when I was in kindergarten, my dad talked to my teacher and begged her to set up camera's around the school ( excluding the restroom, pervs.! ) so he could watch my every move. She had slapped him in the face and called him a pervert.

Who I hung out with, what music I listened to and what I wore all had to be inspected and scrutinized by him before either approval or getting thrown out with the trash. Well, untill now that is.

It used to be I had to listen to 'Kidz Bop' or 'Kids Worship'. Or some other badly sung, Holy water bathed music that would make my ears bleed with the first note. Now I get to listen to the music I really relate to. By that I mean 'Linkin Park', Evanesence' and 'Switchfoot'. Even though that last one is kind of a Sunday School Sockhop(1) material, it didn't exactlly make my ears bleed like 'You can only imagine'. Haha. I made a funny.

I'm not sure why dad is letting me do what I want all of a sudden. Maybe it's because he's realized that I'm sixteen. Or he's realized that since I'm going to Japan without him and he has no control over what I listen to in another country, he's given up. Or -

Beeeeeepp !

I guess that's my cue to hurry up. I probably should seeing as how I've found my CD player and Cd case, which were hiding underneath my bed and are the only logical explanation to why I only have.... ten minutes left ! Holy crap ! Hey, wasn't that a title of one of those songs? Oh well.

Grabbing my Cd player and the case, I run back down the stairs and lock the front door, narowly avoiding tripping on the rug as I do. Dad is already in the car and his hanging out the window, waving to me. Like I couldn't tell where he was...

Getting into the car, I stuff my Cd player and case into a bookbag in the back seat. Making sure that the bag I stuffed it in is indead my carry-on bag, I settle down in my seat, strapping my seatbelt over my chest. Dad starts up the engine and rev's it twice before backing out and heading towards the airport .

Leaning back in the seat, my hands automatically cross over my chest. Like always. Staring blankly at my blue jeans, dad looks over to me and smiles before reaching for the radio to turn it on. Which is always on....No! It can't be! Not this song! It's from one of those lame CD's I was telling you about earlier, 'Kid's torture- I mean Bop'! And it's a messed up version of 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' ,too. No! They've switched it from 'Broken Dreams' to 'Happy Dreams'! That's so unhuman!

Hey wait, the torture's stopped. Wonder why. Oh, It's because dad's turned it off and is alternating between looking at me and the road.Oh no. He's giving me that look. You know that look parents give you when they drop you off at a party and expect you to stay out of trouble and when you say you will they still call you every five minutes on your cell phone just to 'Check up on you'. Oh god, It can't be! It's....It's.....

" Matt, we need to talk. "

It's a father-son talk! Nooooo!

" I know your're excited about going to Japan and everything, but we need to extablish some ground rules since I'm not going to be there to keep an eye on you. "

Unless you ask the whole country to set up camera's on every street corner and in every buliding. Heh, It'd actually be pretty funny to see random Japanese women walk up to dad and slap him, calling out pervert in Japanese. But then again, I wouldn't want to go into EVERY building. I've heard stories about this place called the 'Red-light district'.(2)

"First off, you have to call me atleast once a week. I'd like to hear about your progress in classes and your behavior. Call me if you need money or advice or anything. Got it ? "

I nodded my head while rolling my eyes. Like he had to remind me ? Sometime's parents could be so over protective. Atleast he didn't give me his cell phone to take with me. He'd probably call me up every hour in the middle of class and ask me if I had on clean underwear or something. Hey, if he did it to me in the third grade, where I had acidently put the phone on speaker so everyone heard it, he could do it now.

"And I don't want you hanging out with the wrong crowd in school. You know what'd happen to you if I found out you were becoming a misfit."

I nodded, rolling my eyes. Thanks for the confidence, dad. Your're really an inspiration to me sometimes.Oh well, who needs dad raining on my parade when I'm practically gonna be a free man in an hour ? Ready or not Japan, cause here I come!

At that moment a car decided to pull up in front of us which caused my dad to stop-short.Witch caused me to jerk forward. Which caused me to bang my head against the dash-board.

"Matt, you okay?! You should be wearing seatbelt ! "

"I am ! "

"Well, it's not tight enough ! Here . "

"Ow! Dad, I can't breath! "

Well, here I come Japan. Broken neck and collapsed lung or not.

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E.P.B.-Well? How was it ? Care to tell meh ? Then review please! Oh, and read the following story for Beyblade, if you watch the show : ' Picking up the broken pieces'Yeah, I think that's what it is.

(1) :Sockhop - it's like a school dance. I hate them with the plastic passion of a thousand pointy sporks !

(2) :Red-light district - I'm not sure, but I think this is what they call the sleezy part of town in Japan.

E.P.B.- Bysies ! See you next chapter!