Hey all.... I know I've been ficcing a bunch as of lately, and I really am proud of the first chapter of this one.... I know, I know, songfics usually aren't multichaptered, but this one just needs to be that way. The pairing is Junto (I know the readers on ff.net are gonna massacre me for that one), with one tiny, tiny mentioning of Sorato, but we know my opinion of Sorato, so that's why it's not embelleshed beyond two sentences or so.
For once, Yama of the series is straight in one of my fics. *shudders* I dun know what happened for me to write this then.... he's straight and I've got some Sorato in here.... *checks temperature* I am a little on the chilly side....
So anyway, the characters of 02 DIgimon belong to their creators. "Underneath Your Clothes" is a kick ass song by Shakira that I'd recommend you download if you've never heard it.
The rating is PG. Hell, look at the title.... that's a dead giveaway this isn't gonna be G.
I may lemon this out in the next chapter. Then that would be my first published lemon, and accordingly, it would be released on tn instead of bt. But as always, the fic might not go that way, and you'll just have to wait for chapter 2.
And as always, I love reviews...... and I'll accept criticism for this pairing..... but I just have one thing to say about it..... I LOVE JUN MOTOMIYA! *ahem* Anyway, on with the fic:
"I LOVE YOU YAMATO!!!!"
Daisuke sighed as he heard his sister screaming as she ran up behind him and the former chosen child as they stood in the hallway of the building near the Motomiya apartment door. He had promised Yamato that Jun would not come anywhere near him during his quick visit to the Motomiya family apartment.
"Oh, hey Jun." Yamato winced as the brunette wrapped her arms around his slender frame, pulling him in to a tight hug. This was not how he had planned to spend his evening.... sitting in some rabid fangirl's apartment.
"So when are we gonna go on that date like you promised?" She smiled, her amber eyes twinkling as she stepped back from the musician.
"Soon enough." Grumbling as he pushed his way past her in to the apartment and sat on the couch. "So Dai, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Jun, leave." Daisuke barked as he pushed her from the apartment, quickly slamming the door, locking it to make sure that she wouldn't be able to get in.
Sighing as she allowed her body to slide down the wall, Jun couldn't believe how much of an idiot she had made herself look like, again. How could Yamato, the good looking popular musician ever even consider a person like Jun for a girlfriend? She was just kidding herself in to thinking he would ever have any feelings of love toward her by forcing him in to a date.
But Yamato was just too perfect. She couldn't get the blond out of her mind ever since the first day she met him- and asked him to sign her shirt. Speaking of which, she still needed him to do that.
What would they do on their date? Dinner and a movie? No... that would be too ordinary. Sighing as she rested her head in her hands, Jun decided that perhaps ordinary would actually be the best direction for the date to go. That way, he wouldn't feel like such a star for a short time.
Would he even take her back to his apartment afterward? Smirking as she toyed with the idea of having him use her for that one time, Jun couldn't believe what she was plotting. Yamato was just another person, one of her brother's friends at that. And besides, she actually did care about him as a person- she just couldn't control her obsessive fangirl side.
You're a song
Written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them
Sighing as she set the tube of lipstick down, Jun carefully studied her appearance in the mirror. Her hair wasn't as unruly for once, and it laid nicely in the thick curls she had spent so much time perfecting. Her skin was a pale tan, under the light powder, and her eyeliner couldn't have been more professionally done. She still wasn't sure if a red plaid skirt with a black sweater was appropriate for this date, but no matter. She looked good.
As soon as she heard the doorbell, Jun casually made her way towards the apartment's door, strutting in the heeled boots as she crossed the family room, where Daisuke sat, video game controller in hand.
"Oh, hey." Yamato smiled as he gazed upon the altered appearance of his most obsessive fangirl. "Ya look nice."
Smiling as she closed the door behind her entering the hallway, she gazed upon her date for the evening. Black sweater, khaki slacks, unruly blond hair- the typical look of Ishida. "Thanks. You do too."
Turning his head away from Jun as she wrapped her arms around his arm, Yamato pressed the elevator button, praying that it would come soon so he could get this date he was suckered in to ended. "Yeah. I know."
Silently, both stepped in to the elevator, heading off to the restaurant.
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl, honey
"You want to be a nurse?" Yamato chuckled as he swallowed another bite of the grilled chicken he had insisted the cook make for him, since he was after all, the lead singer of one of the hottest new bands in the city.
Smiling as she picked at her rice, Jun just nodded. "Yeah, it's not anything like being a musician, but at least I'll be helping people, and I was accepted in to college for it already. I'm really excited."
"That is cool." Yamato smiled, pushing his plate away, resting his elbows on the table. "You know, I honestly thought you'd be trying to get under my clothes the entire time. Thanks for showing some control Jun."
What was she supposed to say to that? Sure, who wasn't thinking of Yamato like that, but she couldn't fathom doing anything in this one on one situation in a restaurant on a first date.
Growling as she pushed her plate away as well, Jun just glared at the blond. "You seriously don't think of me as any more than a crazed hormonal fangirl, don't you?"
"Well, yeah." Yamato chuckled, sipping the wine from his glass. "That's all you come across as."
"Good bye Yamato." Jun spat, throwing her napkin at the blond, suddenly standing up and walking toward the door. How could he be so god damned arrogant? So judgemental? And still so drop dead sexy?
"Wait a minute." The blond whispered as he trotted up behind her, having left money for the check on the table so he could catch her.
"What." She snapped, spinning on her heels to face the musician. "I just wanted to have a good time with you, but you wouldn't even let that happen. I hate you Yamato Ishida!"
Sighing as he rubbed his cheek, feeling the sting from where her hand had collided with his pale skin, Yamato couldn't help but feel some newly kindled intrest in the eldest Motomiya. She didn't want him anymore, and that just made her all the more attractive.
He would have to show her what she was missing.
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other
The few years since Yamato had convinced Jun that he wasn't as much of an ass as she thought had passed quickly, as the two lovers were now sharing an apartment in the same building the Motomiya family had always lived. Jun had graduated her nursing school, and was working practically every day at the local hospital.
Yamato was another story. He refused to give up his music for a steady career, and he was getting too old to be in some long forgotton teen band. Jun tried to convince him to do something more with his life, but that just added to the tension between the couple.
Sighing as she tightened the string on her light blue scrub pants, Jun stood there, dreaming of breaking away from Yamato, but she just couldn't let him live on his own. He'd never make it.
Just as she was about to step through the door into the hall so she could head off to work, the telephone rang. It was rare for anyone to call, since Yamato received a gig only now and then, and Jun didn't have many friends outside of her workplace.
"Let me have the day off...." She whispered, picking up the reciever. "Hello?"
"........Jun? It's Sora. Is Yama there?"
"Oh hi!" Jun smiled, sitting down on the beat up couch. "Yama's over with Kento practicing, and I have no idea what that number is. Do you want me to give him a message?"
"No...... I've got to tell him this myself."
"Why?" Jun laughed, setting her feet on the coffee table. "Are you pregnant or something and think it's his kid?"
Silence by some is considered golden, but not in this situation. Neither woman knew what to say, and besides some hushed laughing by Jun, the silence hung thick between the two.
"I already had the kid and it is his."
Chewing her lip, Jun set the phone down rubbing her hands on her temples. Sure, she and Yamato didn't have the best relationship, and they hadn't even slept in the same room for almost six months, but for someone to spring this on her was just way too much to comprehend. He said he wasn't cheating on her. He said he never would hurt her in any way. Didn't he know that this hurt more than any physical pain he could ever dream of putting her through?
"I'll tell him Sora." Jun called to the receiver, which was sitting in her lap. "Just please, don't bring it up again."
"Long day?" Yamato laughed as he watched Jun enter the apartment and flop on the couch still wearing her dirtied scrubs.
"As usual hun." She sighed, taking her hair out of its restraints, allowing the mop of mahogany hair to take its normal messy shape. "Exept Sora called this morning."
Yamato narrowed his eyes. "Sora? What did she want?"
"Nothing really." Jun sighed loosening the string on her pants. "Although she did say she had a child and believes it to be yours."
Rushing over to the couch, Yamato leaned over the top, staring down at his roommate, girlfriend, friend.... whatever she was. He wasn't sure anymore. "Jun, I haven't slept with Sora for 3 years now."
"Whatever Yama." Jun sighed, closing her eyes so she wouldn''t have to look at the man hovering above her. "Don't touch me." She snapped as she felt his hand brush against her leg. "I can't believe you'd be so stupid hun."
"Jun...." Sighing, Yamato jumped up on the back of the couch, sitting there, staring down at the woman he had spent the past years of his life with. "I didn't know she was pregnant, and if I would have known she would have ended up having a kid, I would never have slept with her."
The crack of flesh against flesh was sickening. Jun had only once before raised a hand against her former crush, but today had been more than she could handle. As the handprint blazed against his cheek, Yamato silently turned from his place behind the couch, walking slowly toward the door, grabbing his leather jacket on the way, shrugging it on effortlessly before opening the door.
"You know Jun," He sighed, resting his head on the doorframe. "I wanted to tell you that I was accepted in to the University of Florida, so I'm going to be headed off to the States in August....."
Jun's anger at both his actions and her own quickly subsided as she sat up on the couch, staring at the man standing in the open door. How could she have been so cruel to him, especially on a day he had been trying. "America?" As she hugged him tightly, she couldn't help but revel as he leaned his head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body so near her own. "I'm so happy for you koi." Smiling, she leaned her head down, brushing her lips in a gentle kiss on his forehead. "And thanks for giving me time to find a new roommate."
Yamato smiled, looking up at the brunette, gazing in to her auburn eyes. "Actually, I was kinda hoping you would come with me."
For once, Yama of the series is straight in one of my fics. *shudders* I dun know what happened for me to write this then.... he's straight and I've got some Sorato in here.... *checks temperature* I am a little on the chilly side....
So anyway, the characters of 02 DIgimon belong to their creators. "Underneath Your Clothes" is a kick ass song by Shakira that I'd recommend you download if you've never heard it.
The rating is PG. Hell, look at the title.... that's a dead giveaway this isn't gonna be G.
I may lemon this out in the next chapter. Then that would be my first published lemon, and accordingly, it would be released on tn instead of bt. But as always, the fic might not go that way, and you'll just have to wait for chapter 2.
And as always, I love reviews...... and I'll accept criticism for this pairing..... but I just have one thing to say about it..... I LOVE JUN MOTOMIYA! *ahem* Anyway, on with the fic:
"I LOVE YOU YAMATO!!!!"
Daisuke sighed as he heard his sister screaming as she ran up behind him and the former chosen child as they stood in the hallway of the building near the Motomiya apartment door. He had promised Yamato that Jun would not come anywhere near him during his quick visit to the Motomiya family apartment.
"Oh, hey Jun." Yamato winced as the brunette wrapped her arms around his slender frame, pulling him in to a tight hug. This was not how he had planned to spend his evening.... sitting in some rabid fangirl's apartment.
"So when are we gonna go on that date like you promised?" She smiled, her amber eyes twinkling as she stepped back from the musician.
"Soon enough." Grumbling as he pushed his way past her in to the apartment and sat on the couch. "So Dai, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Jun, leave." Daisuke barked as he pushed her from the apartment, quickly slamming the door, locking it to make sure that she wouldn't be able to get in.
Sighing as she allowed her body to slide down the wall, Jun couldn't believe how much of an idiot she had made herself look like, again. How could Yamato, the good looking popular musician ever even consider a person like Jun for a girlfriend? She was just kidding herself in to thinking he would ever have any feelings of love toward her by forcing him in to a date.
But Yamato was just too perfect. She couldn't get the blond out of her mind ever since the first day she met him- and asked him to sign her shirt. Speaking of which, she still needed him to do that.
What would they do on their date? Dinner and a movie? No... that would be too ordinary. Sighing as she rested her head in her hands, Jun decided that perhaps ordinary would actually be the best direction for the date to go. That way, he wouldn't feel like such a star for a short time.
Would he even take her back to his apartment afterward? Smirking as she toyed with the idea of having him use her for that one time, Jun couldn't believe what she was plotting. Yamato was just another person, one of her brother's friends at that. And besides, she actually did care about him as a person- she just couldn't control her obsessive fangirl side.
You're a song
Written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them
Sighing as she set the tube of lipstick down, Jun carefully studied her appearance in the mirror. Her hair wasn't as unruly for once, and it laid nicely in the thick curls she had spent so much time perfecting. Her skin was a pale tan, under the light powder, and her eyeliner couldn't have been more professionally done. She still wasn't sure if a red plaid skirt with a black sweater was appropriate for this date, but no matter. She looked good.
As soon as she heard the doorbell, Jun casually made her way towards the apartment's door, strutting in the heeled boots as she crossed the family room, where Daisuke sat, video game controller in hand.
"Oh, hey." Yamato smiled as he gazed upon the altered appearance of his most obsessive fangirl. "Ya look nice."
Smiling as she closed the door behind her entering the hallway, she gazed upon her date for the evening. Black sweater, khaki slacks, unruly blond hair- the typical look of Ishida. "Thanks. You do too."
Turning his head away from Jun as she wrapped her arms around his arm, Yamato pressed the elevator button, praying that it would come soon so he could get this date he was suckered in to ended. "Yeah. I know."
Silently, both stepped in to the elevator, heading off to the restaurant.
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl, honey
"You want to be a nurse?" Yamato chuckled as he swallowed another bite of the grilled chicken he had insisted the cook make for him, since he was after all, the lead singer of one of the hottest new bands in the city.
Smiling as she picked at her rice, Jun just nodded. "Yeah, it's not anything like being a musician, but at least I'll be helping people, and I was accepted in to college for it already. I'm really excited."
"That is cool." Yamato smiled, pushing his plate away, resting his elbows on the table. "You know, I honestly thought you'd be trying to get under my clothes the entire time. Thanks for showing some control Jun."
What was she supposed to say to that? Sure, who wasn't thinking of Yamato like that, but she couldn't fathom doing anything in this one on one situation in a restaurant on a first date.
Growling as she pushed her plate away as well, Jun just glared at the blond. "You seriously don't think of me as any more than a crazed hormonal fangirl, don't you?"
"Well, yeah." Yamato chuckled, sipping the wine from his glass. "That's all you come across as."
"Good bye Yamato." Jun spat, throwing her napkin at the blond, suddenly standing up and walking toward the door. How could he be so god damned arrogant? So judgemental? And still so drop dead sexy?
"Wait a minute." The blond whispered as he trotted up behind her, having left money for the check on the table so he could catch her.
"What." She snapped, spinning on her heels to face the musician. "I just wanted to have a good time with you, but you wouldn't even let that happen. I hate you Yamato Ishida!"
Sighing as he rubbed his cheek, feeling the sting from where her hand had collided with his pale skin, Yamato couldn't help but feel some newly kindled intrest in the eldest Motomiya. She didn't want him anymore, and that just made her all the more attractive.
He would have to show her what she was missing.
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other
The few years since Yamato had convinced Jun that he wasn't as much of an ass as she thought had passed quickly, as the two lovers were now sharing an apartment in the same building the Motomiya family had always lived. Jun had graduated her nursing school, and was working practically every day at the local hospital.
Yamato was another story. He refused to give up his music for a steady career, and he was getting too old to be in some long forgotton teen band. Jun tried to convince him to do something more with his life, but that just added to the tension between the couple.
Sighing as she tightened the string on her light blue scrub pants, Jun stood there, dreaming of breaking away from Yamato, but she just couldn't let him live on his own. He'd never make it.
Just as she was about to step through the door into the hall so she could head off to work, the telephone rang. It was rare for anyone to call, since Yamato received a gig only now and then, and Jun didn't have many friends outside of her workplace.
"Let me have the day off...." She whispered, picking up the reciever. "Hello?"
"........Jun? It's Sora. Is Yama there?"
"Oh hi!" Jun smiled, sitting down on the beat up couch. "Yama's over with Kento practicing, and I have no idea what that number is. Do you want me to give him a message?"
"No...... I've got to tell him this myself."
"Why?" Jun laughed, setting her feet on the coffee table. "Are you pregnant or something and think it's his kid?"
Silence by some is considered golden, but not in this situation. Neither woman knew what to say, and besides some hushed laughing by Jun, the silence hung thick between the two.
"I already had the kid and it is his."
Chewing her lip, Jun set the phone down rubbing her hands on her temples. Sure, she and Yamato didn't have the best relationship, and they hadn't even slept in the same room for almost six months, but for someone to spring this on her was just way too much to comprehend. He said he wasn't cheating on her. He said he never would hurt her in any way. Didn't he know that this hurt more than any physical pain he could ever dream of putting her through?
"I'll tell him Sora." Jun called to the receiver, which was sitting in her lap. "Just please, don't bring it up again."
"Long day?" Yamato laughed as he watched Jun enter the apartment and flop on the couch still wearing her dirtied scrubs.
"As usual hun." She sighed, taking her hair out of its restraints, allowing the mop of mahogany hair to take its normal messy shape. "Exept Sora called this morning."
Yamato narrowed his eyes. "Sora? What did she want?"
"Nothing really." Jun sighed loosening the string on her pants. "Although she did say she had a child and believes it to be yours."
Rushing over to the couch, Yamato leaned over the top, staring down at his roommate, girlfriend, friend.... whatever she was. He wasn't sure anymore. "Jun, I haven't slept with Sora for 3 years now."
"Whatever Yama." Jun sighed, closing her eyes so she wouldn''t have to look at the man hovering above her. "Don't touch me." She snapped as she felt his hand brush against her leg. "I can't believe you'd be so stupid hun."
"Jun...." Sighing, Yamato jumped up on the back of the couch, sitting there, staring down at the woman he had spent the past years of his life with. "I didn't know she was pregnant, and if I would have known she would have ended up having a kid, I would never have slept with her."
The crack of flesh against flesh was sickening. Jun had only once before raised a hand against her former crush, but today had been more than she could handle. As the handprint blazed against his cheek, Yamato silently turned from his place behind the couch, walking slowly toward the door, grabbing his leather jacket on the way, shrugging it on effortlessly before opening the door.
"You know Jun," He sighed, resting his head on the doorframe. "I wanted to tell you that I was accepted in to the University of Florida, so I'm going to be headed off to the States in August....."
Jun's anger at both his actions and her own quickly subsided as she sat up on the couch, staring at the man standing in the open door. How could she have been so cruel to him, especially on a day he had been trying. "America?" As she hugged him tightly, she couldn't help but revel as he leaned his head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body so near her own. "I'm so happy for you koi." Smiling, she leaned her head down, brushing her lips in a gentle kiss on his forehead. "And thanks for giving me time to find a new roommate."
Yamato smiled, looking up at the brunette, gazing in to her auburn eyes. "Actually, I was kinda hoping you would come with me."