Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, so please don't sue!
Author Notes: Ok, you have been warned. This is a yaoi fic, so no flames
saying that its wrong and stuff because, well, you've been warned! Thanks! After
writing this, I kinda felt sorry for poor Daisuke! Oh well, oh! And this is
set in, duh, season two. Have a good read! ^*^ = flash back, beginning and
ending
Spending Christmas in Detention
"How could you do something like this to me? After you promised me that
this year would be different" My mom trailed off, clutching the steering
wheel until her knuckles turned a placid white color, matching the hue of the
sheets of snow that lined that desolate street and sidewalk as we drove
along. Only a group of lively carolers paraded down the slushy concrete,
singing happy Christmas songs and placing candy canes on peoples doorsteps.
It was Christmas, and I was heading towards detention. I know, unfair, isnt
it?
"I don't know. If I did, I would tell you, wouldn't I?" I snapped, a hint
of tangy rudeness sparked in my voice as my eyes rolled over street lamps
coated with thick layers of glistening powder. As a tear splattered on my
moms dashboard, I turned my gaze to my nails, short and regular. Just as I
was to Yamato, I thought. He was always hanging around with Taichi, and that
was part of the reason why I idolized him so much. I guess in the back of my
mind, I knew that the gaze that Yamato shed on the brunette was more than
brother-like love.
When I tried to think about why I did things, I guess the thought of
Hikari passed through my head. Just an infatuation, like every passing trend
that I had. And maybe the twinge I felt every time Yamato walked into the
room was like the crush I had dwelt on over Taichi's sister, and maybe I
should just let it run its course. But something was different about it, even
if I couldn't put my finger on it.
Even as I dwelt on my feelings, the looming presence of failure presided
over me. I remembered why I even was in this stupid car, with my stupid
mother driving me stupidly to the stupid detention hall where I would sit
wallowing in my stupidity for three hours. It was because of my latest
infatuation itself, Yamato.
^*^ During a study hall two weeks ago, all the destined, even Iori, were
supposed to meet in the computer room to travel to the digital world to eat
lunch; have a midday party. I thought it would be a great idea. But as
everyone dissolved into the static computer screen, Yamato put a tentative
arm on my sleeve, motioning for me not to go.
"What is it?" I asked, my arm dropping to rest at my side silently, as I
searched his pale face for an answer to this welcomed, yet truly random,
motion he had made.
"Dai…don't…ask anything" He whispered and kissed my cheek slowly. I felt
myself gulp loudly, and a tinge of color spread through my cheeks.
"What?" I asked after a few minutes, a little taken aback. "Does this
mean…you…like me too?" I asked, timid, staring at the pools of blue that were
Yamato's eyes. All of a sudden, the soft face broke into a malicious grin and
with one swift motion, knocked me off my feet with a punch to the chest. Wind
knocked out of me, I felt the cold linoleum floor rest beneath the outsides
of my hands, and saw Taichi stumble into the room, holding his sides in
laughter. Suddenly my eyes flashed red and the next thing I knew, I was on
top of Taichi, punching his stomach in such hatred I thought I would burn to
a crisp.
"Man! Dai, it was just a joke!" The blonde boy snatched me up by my arms
and plopped me down behind him with ease. I was still kicking and twisting to
rid myself of the awful, hideous joke they had just played on me. Yamato
scooped up Taichi and kissed his forehead, then picked him up, dusted him
off, and walked out of the room without one glance back at me. Not even one
word ^*^
"Daisuke! Are you paying attention?" a voice, trembling with the weight
of many bridled tears, bounced in my ear, stirring my out of my memory that I
had drifted into quietly. I looked at my mom, who was stopped in front of the
store. She was poking my arm with a five-dollar bill, murmuring, "Go and buy
your lunch, ok?" With a tired smile, I dashed out into the blizzard, the cold
wind whipping me like the humiliation I had faced when the two older boys had
left me in the computer room. I remembered what I had done next, and I
grimaced at the thought that it had left me going to detention on a Christmas
day.
^*^ "You'll pay, Yamato," I whispered, fingering the small can of spray paint
in my pocket. It was dark outside, stars peeping out from behind their
blanket of clouds in the night sky. After school a week ago, I had stayed
late just to relish this delicious moment of vengeance. I could almost taste
it now. Popping the cap off with determination, I pressed the tab on the top
and licked my lips in satisfaction as I inscribed words of hate uttered
through my mouth about my crush. Finally, the job was perfected, and I dashed
out into the brisk night through a flip-open window in the boiler room near
the janitors office. How good was I?!?
The next day seemed like a dream, glazed over and hushed through my mind.
When I walked with Takeru through the hall on the way to morning homeroom, I
couldn't get the thought out of my head- the picture of Yamato's handsome face,
contorted in a confused look as he got to his locker The perfect' way to get
back at the two older boys for embarrassing me. Just then a hand was placed
on my shoulder, and when I turned around, a hard fist met my eye. Ouch.
Before I could collapse in a heap to the floor, Taichi grabbed my collar and
dragged me halfway through the hallway until I could walk by myself. Even
then, he still roughly jerked on my shirt until we reached the water fountain
next to Yamato's locker.
"What?" I yelped, fixing my stretched shirt. It would never be the same.
Standing in front of the fountain was the principal and a Yamato with a
drawn-in, cold expression on his face, showing no emotion whatsoever. I
almost crumpled into a heap because he looked so angry yet so calm, so upset,
yet with no comfort. I wanted to run to him and hug him, tell him that the
idiot who had him discomforted would pay. But I was that idiot. The principal
shook his head, then stepped to the side to show harsh, black letters
emblazoned on a shiny metallic surface: ISHiDA iZ a FaG. Whoops. Had I really
written that? I felt my cheeks turn to stone as the principal placed an arm
around my rigid shoulders and lead me to his office. ^*^
"Hey, kid, your change!" The employee shouted after me as I tumbled out
of the door of the café, or deli, or whatever it was. The bright orange
blinkers on my moms car flashed monotonously on the ever-rising piles of snow
surrounding the vehicle. I dove in and shut the door with a bang after me,
hardly letting any snowflakes in. School was just around the corner, and with
it, three hours of detention lay ahead, waiting like lion ready to pounce. I
sighed heavily.
Three Hours Later
"Come on, mom!" I growled into the freezing air, jumping up and down to
the snap the icy chill that bound me in this weather. All of a sudden, I
heard the crunching of breaking snow under someone's feet, and glanced up into
the face of Yamato, in all his snow-speckled glory. I wanted to grin and
embrace him, feeling my problems melt into his coat, but I resumed my frosted
frown and stared at him. Yamato came and stood next to me, glancing never at
me but at the snow-laden tree in front of us, stuffing his mittened hands in
his pockets, and clearing his throat before he started talking.
"Don't be mad at me, it was your problem. Well, some of it. Dai, IGod, you
just have to forgive me. It might be obvious that Taichi and us are meant to
be together, but I don't know if its obvious to me. I mean, he owns me,
practically. He was the one who wanted to tease you like that in the computer
lab. He's just that way. I'm sorry, Dai" He said, wet tears welling up in his
eyes, spilling over the rims and rushing onto his pale cheeks. I stared at
him staring at the tree, with regret.
"I'm…sorry about your locker, Yamato," I said, my voice cracking into the
chilly air. Finally, he turned to me. A slight grin plastered his perfect
lips.
"Well, you hit the nail on the head. I mean, what you wrote. But that
doesn't give you any right to do that. Ok? Blame Taichi for everything, even
blame him for us being together. I would be all yours, but not when I'm his,
because now he owns me. Don't stop loving me, Dai…Because Ill never stop loving
you" He whispered, leaning down to me and kissing me gently, then, when I
just stood there, he grabbed my waist. I was shocked. When the car wheels of
my moms car were heard screeching around the corner by the deli, our kiss
became urgent, Yamato seeming to be searching for my soul in our kiss.
Finally, he pulled away and rushed down the steps of the school, little puffs
of breath gracing the air silently. I turned to my mother, who whisked around
the driveway, pushing open the door, gesturing for me to come in. I knew that
someday we would continue where we left off. Some day…maybe.
And the only witness to our secret was the snow-laden tree, white
Christmas powder heavy on its boughs. It echoed back his words to me, as I
blinked a snowflake off my eyelash.
Don't stop loving me, Dai…Because Ill never stop loving you
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ :}
Hope you liked it! This is my first fic on FF.net, so pweez be nice? K?
Thanks! Have a nice day, and a happy holiday! ~!* spastic kitten *!~
Author Notes: Ok, you have been warned. This is a yaoi fic, so no flames
saying that its wrong and stuff because, well, you've been warned! Thanks! After
writing this, I kinda felt sorry for poor Daisuke! Oh well, oh! And this is
set in, duh, season two. Have a good read! ^*^ = flash back, beginning and
ending
Spending Christmas in Detention
"How could you do something like this to me? After you promised me that
this year would be different" My mom trailed off, clutching the steering
wheel until her knuckles turned a placid white color, matching the hue of the
sheets of snow that lined that desolate street and sidewalk as we drove
along. Only a group of lively carolers paraded down the slushy concrete,
singing happy Christmas songs and placing candy canes on peoples doorsteps.
It was Christmas, and I was heading towards detention. I know, unfair, isnt
it?
"I don't know. If I did, I would tell you, wouldn't I?" I snapped, a hint
of tangy rudeness sparked in my voice as my eyes rolled over street lamps
coated with thick layers of glistening powder. As a tear splattered on my
moms dashboard, I turned my gaze to my nails, short and regular. Just as I
was to Yamato, I thought. He was always hanging around with Taichi, and that
was part of the reason why I idolized him so much. I guess in the back of my
mind, I knew that the gaze that Yamato shed on the brunette was more than
brother-like love.
When I tried to think about why I did things, I guess the thought of
Hikari passed through my head. Just an infatuation, like every passing trend
that I had. And maybe the twinge I felt every time Yamato walked into the
room was like the crush I had dwelt on over Taichi's sister, and maybe I
should just let it run its course. But something was different about it, even
if I couldn't put my finger on it.
Even as I dwelt on my feelings, the looming presence of failure presided
over me. I remembered why I even was in this stupid car, with my stupid
mother driving me stupidly to the stupid detention hall where I would sit
wallowing in my stupidity for three hours. It was because of my latest
infatuation itself, Yamato.
^*^ During a study hall two weeks ago, all the destined, even Iori, were
supposed to meet in the computer room to travel to the digital world to eat
lunch; have a midday party. I thought it would be a great idea. But as
everyone dissolved into the static computer screen, Yamato put a tentative
arm on my sleeve, motioning for me not to go.
"What is it?" I asked, my arm dropping to rest at my side silently, as I
searched his pale face for an answer to this welcomed, yet truly random,
motion he had made.
"Dai…don't…ask anything" He whispered and kissed my cheek slowly. I felt
myself gulp loudly, and a tinge of color spread through my cheeks.
"What?" I asked after a few minutes, a little taken aback. "Does this
mean…you…like me too?" I asked, timid, staring at the pools of blue that were
Yamato's eyes. All of a sudden, the soft face broke into a malicious grin and
with one swift motion, knocked me off my feet with a punch to the chest. Wind
knocked out of me, I felt the cold linoleum floor rest beneath the outsides
of my hands, and saw Taichi stumble into the room, holding his sides in
laughter. Suddenly my eyes flashed red and the next thing I knew, I was on
top of Taichi, punching his stomach in such hatred I thought I would burn to
a crisp.
"Man! Dai, it was just a joke!" The blonde boy snatched me up by my arms
and plopped me down behind him with ease. I was still kicking and twisting to
rid myself of the awful, hideous joke they had just played on me. Yamato
scooped up Taichi and kissed his forehead, then picked him up, dusted him
off, and walked out of the room without one glance back at me. Not even one
word ^*^
"Daisuke! Are you paying attention?" a voice, trembling with the weight
of many bridled tears, bounced in my ear, stirring my out of my memory that I
had drifted into quietly. I looked at my mom, who was stopped in front of the
store. She was poking my arm with a five-dollar bill, murmuring, "Go and buy
your lunch, ok?" With a tired smile, I dashed out into the blizzard, the cold
wind whipping me like the humiliation I had faced when the two older boys had
left me in the computer room. I remembered what I had done next, and I
grimaced at the thought that it had left me going to detention on a Christmas
day.
^*^ "You'll pay, Yamato," I whispered, fingering the small can of spray paint
in my pocket. It was dark outside, stars peeping out from behind their
blanket of clouds in the night sky. After school a week ago, I had stayed
late just to relish this delicious moment of vengeance. I could almost taste
it now. Popping the cap off with determination, I pressed the tab on the top
and licked my lips in satisfaction as I inscribed words of hate uttered
through my mouth about my crush. Finally, the job was perfected, and I dashed
out into the brisk night through a flip-open window in the boiler room near
the janitors office. How good was I?!?
The next day seemed like a dream, glazed over and hushed through my mind.
When I walked with Takeru through the hall on the way to morning homeroom, I
couldn't get the thought out of my head- the picture of Yamato's handsome face,
contorted in a confused look as he got to his locker The perfect' way to get
back at the two older boys for embarrassing me. Just then a hand was placed
on my shoulder, and when I turned around, a hard fist met my eye. Ouch.
Before I could collapse in a heap to the floor, Taichi grabbed my collar and
dragged me halfway through the hallway until I could walk by myself. Even
then, he still roughly jerked on my shirt until we reached the water fountain
next to Yamato's locker.
"What?" I yelped, fixing my stretched shirt. It would never be the same.
Standing in front of the fountain was the principal and a Yamato with a
drawn-in, cold expression on his face, showing no emotion whatsoever. I
almost crumpled into a heap because he looked so angry yet so calm, so upset,
yet with no comfort. I wanted to run to him and hug him, tell him that the
idiot who had him discomforted would pay. But I was that idiot. The principal
shook his head, then stepped to the side to show harsh, black letters
emblazoned on a shiny metallic surface: ISHiDA iZ a FaG. Whoops. Had I really
written that? I felt my cheeks turn to stone as the principal placed an arm
around my rigid shoulders and lead me to his office. ^*^
"Hey, kid, your change!" The employee shouted after me as I tumbled out
of the door of the café, or deli, or whatever it was. The bright orange
blinkers on my moms car flashed monotonously on the ever-rising piles of snow
surrounding the vehicle. I dove in and shut the door with a bang after me,
hardly letting any snowflakes in. School was just around the corner, and with
it, three hours of detention lay ahead, waiting like lion ready to pounce. I
sighed heavily.
Three Hours Later
"Come on, mom!" I growled into the freezing air, jumping up and down to
the snap the icy chill that bound me in this weather. All of a sudden, I
heard the crunching of breaking snow under someone's feet, and glanced up into
the face of Yamato, in all his snow-speckled glory. I wanted to grin and
embrace him, feeling my problems melt into his coat, but I resumed my frosted
frown and stared at him. Yamato came and stood next to me, glancing never at
me but at the snow-laden tree in front of us, stuffing his mittened hands in
his pockets, and clearing his throat before he started talking.
"Don't be mad at me, it was your problem. Well, some of it. Dai, IGod, you
just have to forgive me. It might be obvious that Taichi and us are meant to
be together, but I don't know if its obvious to me. I mean, he owns me,
practically. He was the one who wanted to tease you like that in the computer
lab. He's just that way. I'm sorry, Dai" He said, wet tears welling up in his
eyes, spilling over the rims and rushing onto his pale cheeks. I stared at
him staring at the tree, with regret.
"I'm…sorry about your locker, Yamato," I said, my voice cracking into the
chilly air. Finally, he turned to me. A slight grin plastered his perfect
lips.
"Well, you hit the nail on the head. I mean, what you wrote. But that
doesn't give you any right to do that. Ok? Blame Taichi for everything, even
blame him for us being together. I would be all yours, but not when I'm his,
because now he owns me. Don't stop loving me, Dai…Because Ill never stop loving
you" He whispered, leaning down to me and kissing me gently, then, when I
just stood there, he grabbed my waist. I was shocked. When the car wheels of
my moms car were heard screeching around the corner by the deli, our kiss
became urgent, Yamato seeming to be searching for my soul in our kiss.
Finally, he pulled away and rushed down the steps of the school, little puffs
of breath gracing the air silently. I turned to my mother, who whisked around
the driveway, pushing open the door, gesturing for me to come in. I knew that
someday we would continue where we left off. Some day…maybe.
And the only witness to our secret was the snow-laden tree, white
Christmas powder heavy on its boughs. It echoed back his words to me, as I
blinked a snowflake off my eyelash.
Don't stop loving me, Dai…Because Ill never stop loving you
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ :}
Hope you liked it! This is my first fic on FF.net, so pweez be nice? K?
Thanks! Have a nice day, and a happy holiday! ~!* spastic kitten *!~
