I'm the Man!
Author's Note: Set after Digimon Adventure tri. Pre-empts the new 20th Anniversary Digimon project. If you've seen the magazine excerpts, Takeru is now ridiculously tall, so I decided to write a fic based on that fact. Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.
Pairing: Established Daisuke x Takeru.
Summary:
During a tense dinner date standoff, Takaishi Takeru tries to one-up his boyfriend by flaunting his superior height, only for Motomiya Daisuke to debut an unexpected countermeasure.
"Ah. Yes. Of course. I don't know. Surely. Okay."
Takaishi Takeru was blathering utter nothings into his cell phone. Some girl had rung him in the middle of dinner, between slurps from his bowl of ramen and swigs of soda.
"That can't be! He's not legal to drive!"
Motomiya Daisuke just about snapped his chopsticks in half. Unless the person on the other end of the line was Hikari, the conversation couldn't be important. Fed up, he barked, "Do you have to do that at the table?"
"No. Oh, apologies. I'll call you back." He hung up, frowning at the burgundy-haired goggle-brain. "What? Am I supposed to not pick up? That would've been rude, Daisuke-kun."
"What's rude is you making so much noise during our meal!" the nineteen-year-old continued his tirade.
Says the guy who talks with his mouth full, Takeru thought. "I'm sorry. You're right. I was being insensitive. I won't touch my phone for the rest of the night."
As a sign of good faith, he set his mobile down where Daisuke could see it.
Daisuke wasn't going to let him off that easy, maintaining his confrontational pomp. He was on a roll. "That's it? You give up way too quickly, Takeru! If you don't stick up for yourself, people will walk all over you!"
Where was V-mon to deliver a headbutt and knock some sense into Takeru when Daisuke needed him?
That's how he wanted to play it, eh? Well, challenge accepted, Daisuke. Takeru knew what to do.
He stood up from his stool, casting a long and domineering shadow over Daisuke's portion of the bar. When they were kids, they came in at almost the same height, but in the years since, through an unholy unison of genetics and basketball, Takeru had grown like a beanstalk to rival his father's towering stature.
The grievously shorter Daisuke gulped. Takeru was employing a tried and true intimidation tactic. It had its effectiveness, Daisuke assented; however, it also possessed a fatal weakness which Takeru still hadn't caught on to.
Daisuke flared his nostrils. He gave Takeru elevator eyes.
Shoes. Jeans. Legs. Legs. Legs. Legs. Legs. Belt. Shirt. Vest. Shoulders. Baby blues. Blond mop. One of his many silly hats.
God, Takeru was sexy.
Daisuke cackled inside. Takeru's dashing looks were his own undoing.
"Listen, just because you got so much taller than me, doesn't mean you get to push me around! I'm the man!"
Takeru chuckled to himself, ducking low to kiss his forehead and cede him the victory. Maybe there was validity to Daisuke's criticism of him turning tail.
"Whatever you say, dear."
