WARNING - This is my first real Digimon fic, so if it sucks or the
characters are ooc I apologise, but hopefully that won't be a problem!
^_^;; This is YAOI, and more specifically TAITO! If this offends you, don't
read it. I mean really, who would go "OOH! Taito! I HATE Taito! I should
read this!" ^_^ ----genki smile
Yeah anyway uhm... this is *sort* of based on the "real" ending of 02 (where they show the stupid couplings that FAIL) but more like my responce to what would happen if the characters actually began to go down that path. Except of course for the astronaut thing... but I'm sure you'll forgive me. ::LOOK! SARCASM!:: ^_^;;
As for time-line, Taichi is out of a one year tech school and has his own apartment as fake jobs like 'network administrator' tend to pay a lot. Yamato is going to college for a liberal arts degree, and is about three years into it. They're both 22. Sora? Uhm... really, who cares? She works at a bank and wants to be a housewife. I will try to avoid blatant Sora- bashing, but I certainly am not going to start a fanclub for her either, I'll try to stay in the grey area. ^_^;;
I dunno if this will get any lemon scenes yet, I'm just starting it dernit! I dunno how long it'll be either so don't ask! There might be some very slight lime flavored notions, but you can't avoid them when you're in Taichi's head... really! I mean have you tried? It's impossible!
OK, enough ranting, on with the show...
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Chapter 1 - Ironic Rain
"The Ab-Tronic gave me the tightest abs ever! I couldn't believe the difference after just ONE week!"
'Huh... I wonder if I need tighter abs...'
"With only five EASY payments of 29.99 you can own your very own Ab- Tronic! Just take the easy to apply ELECTRODES and stick them on your stomach! Now turn on the machine and feel it work! It gently MASSAGES the muscles, but you feel like you've done 100 sit-ups!"
'Wait- electrodes?! How can it gently massage and still make you feel like you've worked your ass off?'
"The girls couldn't keep their hands off me after only ONE week!"
"Feh, girls. You've lost your target audience!" With that, Taichi turned the TV off. "Although, I guess their target audience isn't... you know--" A knock on the door derailed Taichi's train of thought.
Getting up to answer it, he quickly threw on a robe. Greeting guests in only aged boxers that, at once point, had glowed in the dark was not exactly the best way to make friends. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his bottle of Ramune soda and chugged the last bit down. The knocking sound was getting louder now, and was getting on Taichi's nerves.
"Who the heck is at my door at bloody 2 AM, anyway? Shut up! I have neighbors you know! ...Not that I'm considerate of them... but you're a guest! You should be!" He opened the door. "...um..." was all that he could say.
Yamato was drenched to the bone. His white (now see-through) button- up shirt was only half done up and messily tucked in. His black slacks were hanging loosely without a belt, and his hair looked barely brushed. There was something very, very wrong.
"...hi..." Taichi finally managed. That was all it took to get Yamato's eyes leaking.
"Can I stay here tonight?" the drenched boy asked, hanging his head.
Taichi couldn't believe his luck. Yamato must have finally come to grips with his feelings for him! 'Heck, he's standing here disheveled and drenched to the bone! Except, it isn't raining...' "Um... why are you soaked?" Taichi asked hopefully. It must be some sort of attempt at turning him on! It must be! His eyes lowered to Yamato's chest and he realised that it wasn't failing either. He could see the pink coloration of the pale boy's nipples showing through the drenched fabric, and it made him think about what ELSE he might be looking at soon...
"I must have walked through some sprinklers or something," Yamato muttered. "I didn't even notice."
'Or, it could just be that he walked through some sprinklers,' Taichi sighed. 'I should start going to bed earlier, staying up late encourages way too wishful thinking.' Finally distracted from Yamato's sexy appearance, he noticed the blonde boy's expression.
Eyes brimming over with tears, his lower lip trembling, his nose red from sniffling--he had never seen Yamato so upset. "What happened?" Taichi stared.
"S...S...Sora and I..." Yamato began to sob. Taichi led him inside, closing the door behind him. He sat on the couch, and motioned for Yamato to follow. Instead, he suddenly felt Yamato wrapped around his waist, trembling.
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." Taichi tried to pry the now suprisingly strong arms from around his waist, but Yamato didn't budge. He curled up next to Taichi and rested his head on his shoulder.
"She... she says she doesn't love me because I'm too anal retentive about everything!" Yamato cried in-between sobs. Taichi didn't want to say anything because denying it would be a lie, and saying that he always thought his anal-retentiveness was cute would be inappropriate at a time like this. "She says we have to have time apart and that I never loved her anyway so it shouldn't matter and... and... I am anal rententive aren't I!" Yamato sobbed more.
"Er... in a good way!" Taichi said cheerily, and tried to find a place to put his arms. He could fold them behind his head, but that felt awkward. He could hold them in the air but that was stupid. 'Or I can wrap my arms around him.' Taichi slowly placed his hand on Yamato's back. The only responce was that he was squeezed even tighter. 'I think I like this!' Taichi tried to hide the huge Cheshire smile that was appearing on his face, but it was hard.
"So... you're single? Er... I mean you broke up?" The idea cheered Taichi even more, but he tried to sound sympathetic.
"She didn't even give me a good reason! She kept saying things like, 'You don't love me anyway! You're too busy with work! You're too anal- retentive! It'll never work! You'll be happier this way!' and on and on and on and... And what about her?!" Yamato suddenly straightened, loosening his grip on Taichi, but not totally letting go. "Why is it all MY fault?! Isn't the dumper supposed to be KIND to the dumpee? Aren't they supposed to say stuff like 'It's not you! It's me! I really did care about you!' Stuff like that! Yeah!" Yamato's face crumpled again and he hiccupped.
"...You're drunk."
"I miss Soraaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Yamato whined.
"No wonder you're acting so weird! You're plastered! You stopped at a bar on the way here, didn't you?!" Taichi was suddenly very turned off.
"I just had a few drinks! I never get drunk!" Yamato pouted.
"Hey, at least you're not having your period. I was wondering, with all the mood swings. No blood, right?"
"My heart is bleeding!" Yamato stood suddenly, posing dramatically, pointing to the heavens with one outstretched arm. "Don't deny me of that, Sora! You can leave me, but you can never make me leave my emotions!" With that, Yamato hiccupped and fell over onto the couch, deep asleep.
'Man, what the heck have I gotten myself into?' Taichi couldn't help but smile. "Not hard to tell you're an artist, is it?" he chuckled. "My heart is bleeding? Oh please... next thing I know you'll be writing shoujo theme songs." Taichi got his extra blanket and pillow and tucked Yamato in snugly on the couch, resisting the urge to give him a goodnight kiss.
"Sweet dreams, drama queen."
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That's chapter one I guess... ^_^;; Any repsonces and criticisms are really really wanted! ^_^ I do plan on going somewhere with this, don't worry. And yes, you're right, I'm having too much fun making fun of poor Yamato, but it's so easy! ^_^;;
Yeah anyway uhm... this is *sort* of based on the "real" ending of 02 (where they show the stupid couplings that FAIL) but more like my responce to what would happen if the characters actually began to go down that path. Except of course for the astronaut thing... but I'm sure you'll forgive me. ::LOOK! SARCASM!:: ^_^;;
As for time-line, Taichi is out of a one year tech school and has his own apartment as fake jobs like 'network administrator' tend to pay a lot. Yamato is going to college for a liberal arts degree, and is about three years into it. They're both 22. Sora? Uhm... really, who cares? She works at a bank and wants to be a housewife. I will try to avoid blatant Sora- bashing, but I certainly am not going to start a fanclub for her either, I'll try to stay in the grey area. ^_^;;
I dunno if this will get any lemon scenes yet, I'm just starting it dernit! I dunno how long it'll be either so don't ask! There might be some very slight lime flavored notions, but you can't avoid them when you're in Taichi's head... really! I mean have you tried? It's impossible!
OK, enough ranting, on with the show...
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Chapter 1 - Ironic Rain
"The Ab-Tronic gave me the tightest abs ever! I couldn't believe the difference after just ONE week!"
'Huh... I wonder if I need tighter abs...'
"With only five EASY payments of 29.99 you can own your very own Ab- Tronic! Just take the easy to apply ELECTRODES and stick them on your stomach! Now turn on the machine and feel it work! It gently MASSAGES the muscles, but you feel like you've done 100 sit-ups!"
'Wait- electrodes?! How can it gently massage and still make you feel like you've worked your ass off?'
"The girls couldn't keep their hands off me after only ONE week!"
"Feh, girls. You've lost your target audience!" With that, Taichi turned the TV off. "Although, I guess their target audience isn't... you know--" A knock on the door derailed Taichi's train of thought.
Getting up to answer it, he quickly threw on a robe. Greeting guests in only aged boxers that, at once point, had glowed in the dark was not exactly the best way to make friends. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his bottle of Ramune soda and chugged the last bit down. The knocking sound was getting louder now, and was getting on Taichi's nerves.
"Who the heck is at my door at bloody 2 AM, anyway? Shut up! I have neighbors you know! ...Not that I'm considerate of them... but you're a guest! You should be!" He opened the door. "...um..." was all that he could say.
Yamato was drenched to the bone. His white (now see-through) button- up shirt was only half done up and messily tucked in. His black slacks were hanging loosely without a belt, and his hair looked barely brushed. There was something very, very wrong.
"...hi..." Taichi finally managed. That was all it took to get Yamato's eyes leaking.
"Can I stay here tonight?" the drenched boy asked, hanging his head.
Taichi couldn't believe his luck. Yamato must have finally come to grips with his feelings for him! 'Heck, he's standing here disheveled and drenched to the bone! Except, it isn't raining...' "Um... why are you soaked?" Taichi asked hopefully. It must be some sort of attempt at turning him on! It must be! His eyes lowered to Yamato's chest and he realised that it wasn't failing either. He could see the pink coloration of the pale boy's nipples showing through the drenched fabric, and it made him think about what ELSE he might be looking at soon...
"I must have walked through some sprinklers or something," Yamato muttered. "I didn't even notice."
'Or, it could just be that he walked through some sprinklers,' Taichi sighed. 'I should start going to bed earlier, staying up late encourages way too wishful thinking.' Finally distracted from Yamato's sexy appearance, he noticed the blonde boy's expression.
Eyes brimming over with tears, his lower lip trembling, his nose red from sniffling--he had never seen Yamato so upset. "What happened?" Taichi stared.
"S...S...Sora and I..." Yamato began to sob. Taichi led him inside, closing the door behind him. He sat on the couch, and motioned for Yamato to follow. Instead, he suddenly felt Yamato wrapped around his waist, trembling.
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." Taichi tried to pry the now suprisingly strong arms from around his waist, but Yamato didn't budge. He curled up next to Taichi and rested his head on his shoulder.
"She... she says she doesn't love me because I'm too anal retentive about everything!" Yamato cried in-between sobs. Taichi didn't want to say anything because denying it would be a lie, and saying that he always thought his anal-retentiveness was cute would be inappropriate at a time like this. "She says we have to have time apart and that I never loved her anyway so it shouldn't matter and... and... I am anal rententive aren't I!" Yamato sobbed more.
"Er... in a good way!" Taichi said cheerily, and tried to find a place to put his arms. He could fold them behind his head, but that felt awkward. He could hold them in the air but that was stupid. 'Or I can wrap my arms around him.' Taichi slowly placed his hand on Yamato's back. The only responce was that he was squeezed even tighter. 'I think I like this!' Taichi tried to hide the huge Cheshire smile that was appearing on his face, but it was hard.
"So... you're single? Er... I mean you broke up?" The idea cheered Taichi even more, but he tried to sound sympathetic.
"She didn't even give me a good reason! She kept saying things like, 'You don't love me anyway! You're too busy with work! You're too anal- retentive! It'll never work! You'll be happier this way!' and on and on and on and... And what about her?!" Yamato suddenly straightened, loosening his grip on Taichi, but not totally letting go. "Why is it all MY fault?! Isn't the dumper supposed to be KIND to the dumpee? Aren't they supposed to say stuff like 'It's not you! It's me! I really did care about you!' Stuff like that! Yeah!" Yamato's face crumpled again and he hiccupped.
"...You're drunk."
"I miss Soraaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Yamato whined.
"No wonder you're acting so weird! You're plastered! You stopped at a bar on the way here, didn't you?!" Taichi was suddenly very turned off.
"I just had a few drinks! I never get drunk!" Yamato pouted.
"Hey, at least you're not having your period. I was wondering, with all the mood swings. No blood, right?"
"My heart is bleeding!" Yamato stood suddenly, posing dramatically, pointing to the heavens with one outstretched arm. "Don't deny me of that, Sora! You can leave me, but you can never make me leave my emotions!" With that, Yamato hiccupped and fell over onto the couch, deep asleep.
'Man, what the heck have I gotten myself into?' Taichi couldn't help but smile. "Not hard to tell you're an artist, is it?" he chuckled. "My heart is bleeding? Oh please... next thing I know you'll be writing shoujo theme songs." Taichi got his extra blanket and pillow and tucked Yamato in snugly on the couch, resisting the urge to give him a goodnight kiss.
"Sweet dreams, drama queen."
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That's chapter one I guess... ^_^;; Any repsonces and criticisms are really really wanted! ^_^ I do plan on going somewhere with this, don't worry. And yes, you're right, I'm having too much fun making fun of poor Yamato, but it's so easy! ^_^;;