Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. This chapter and story is rated MA for Mature Audiences only.
A Spring Flowering
A Digimon Tamers Story by Crazyeight
Chapter: 01
The door clicked open and Takehiro Matsuki strode in, holding the door open for his wife Mie and their son, Takato. The fresh scent of sawdust still hung in the air. Despite the many hours of cleaning that went into the building since its completion, it had yet to be scrubbed out. Mie wrinkled her nose at it, but it only made the man smile, remembering all the time and effort he helped put into rebuilding the Matsuki bakery.
Eight months since their home had been crushed by a rampaging digital life form known as a Mammothmon that one summer that now felt so long ago. The work had been long and hard, but it was all worth it in the end. They finally had their home back.
"Well?" Takehiro asked Mie, taking her by the hand and gesturing around them. "What do you think?"
"It's certainly bigger and nicer looking," Mie smiled, looking around. "It's a little empty though."
Her smile tugged at the corners of her lips, indicating that she was joking. It wouldn't be too long before they were complaining about how cramped the place was once they had new stock and furniture filling space up.
"Come on," Takehiro grinned, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder and giving her a gentle hug. "Let's have a look around. There's this one place that I'm sure would make a great place for our bedroom, but I want your opinion on it. If not, it'll make for a good store room and…"
As his parents continued their conversation, striding off up in the direction of the stairwell in the back that would take them to the living section of what was soon to be their new home and business, Takato panned around him, smiling warmly, excitement bubbling up inside him. While he turned, the door he and his family just came through bumped slightly as a large, crimson scaled dinosaur that came up to just chest height entered into the newly built abode, nostrils flaring as it tested the air questioningly. Takato smiled at the reptile, and patted it on the head.
"Not what you expected, eh boy?" he chuckled, to which the dinosaur – a digital life form known as Guilmon – wrinkled his nose.
"There's no bread smell," he complained. Drawing his fingers around Guilmon's long, wing-like ears, Takato scratched behind them, causing his gold-colored eyes to roll up into the back of his head in pleasure.
"We'll get that fixed soon enough," the teenager replied, looking out over the front of their soon-to-be-open store. Well, not terribly soon, to be more precise. First they had to move what belongings they had that survived the destruction of their previous home into this one, and then they had to stock up on supplies for business; check in with old business contacts – again – that they had previously to make sure that all the old agreements were still in place. His eyes softened, thinking about how worried his parents were with regards to getting their business up and running again.
"Eight months," he murmured to himself, earning him a questioning look from Guilmon.
"Takato?"
"Nothing," Takato replied with a quiet shake of his head, dropping his hand away from the dinosaur's ear before flashing him a grin. "Come on. How about we go see what our new room is going to look like?"
"Sure!" Guilmon chirped, suddenly leaping around the boy and dashing in the direction of the stairs, only to pause at the first step and look over his shoulder at his best friend and partner.
"Um… Where is it again?" he asked, realizing he was simply going off the memory of the old floorplan and not the new. Laughing, Takato followed after him and started up the stairs.
"Dad said it was on our first right, remember?"
"Oh, right! Because your mom wants to give you less of an excuse to be late for school, right?"
Takato blushed lightly at that. He couldn't understand his mother's fixation on that. He wasn't exactly late for school all that terribly often. Just once in a while, and usually – especially nowadays – when a digimon bio-emerged and went on a rampage. Yet, for some reason, the rare occasions became 'all the time' in his mother's mind and she needled him about it on a regular basis.
Well, I guess she should be worried, he thought, scratching the side of his face as they reached the top of the floor and headed for the first room they saw to their right. I mean, she's a mom. Moms are supposed to be worried after all.
Sliding the door open, the pair stepped inside and took a look around them. The room was bare, but Takato wasn't bothered by this. That would change over time.
At least…I hope it will, he thought with a touch of worry. Making his way to the center of the room, he turned around and flopped over onto the floor, spreading his arms and legs as far as possible. The light from the sun shone down on him and he closed his eyes, relaxing as he warmed beneath its warm caress. He heard the floor creak next to him and smiled, knowing Guilmon was right there next to him. He opened his eyes and gazed up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Unfamiliar that is, for the time being.
Come to think about it though, how much longer am I going to stay with my parents? I'm still seventeen now, but I won't be for much longer. Pretty soon, I'm going to have to think about what I'm going to do with my life.
He thought back to his various conversations with his cousin Kai and his friend Henry about his future, about whether he would inherit the bakery from his parents or do something else. Rika hadn't asked him questions like that – something he would have found a bit odd if it weren't for the fact that she wasn't sure what she wanted to do either beyond being a Tamer.
Seventeen… Eighteen… This is a bad time to be figuring this stuff out. I mean, I have my art, and I've been doing it a lot to see about getting something published, but…is that what I really want?
He turned his head over, and his crimson eyes met Guilmon's gold-colored ones.
Especially with there being a whole digital world out there?
He paused mentally, thinking still further on his future with Rika, who had taken him into her home and her heart; sharing her bed, her fears, her confidence… He could feel the roughness of puberty starting to fall away from him over the last eight months; his anxieties smoothing out a little here and there, yet… Yet he couldn't help but worry that he hadn't done enough for her and she had done so much more for him.
What…can I do to show her how much I love her? he wondered. How much she means to me? That she can depend on me to be by her side and help her when she needs me the most?
Around and around the thoughts and worries circled in his head, only to be broken as Guilmon sniffed at him and frowned slightly.
"You smell like you're getting wound up, Takato."
"Huh?" Takato blinked and then gave a light laugh, rolling his eyes away from his partner, remembering that the dinosaur could almost always tell his moods by scent alone. "Oh, sorry. I'm just…thinking about the future, that's all. It really is full of a lot of unknowns, isn't it? Like…one giant, blank piece of paper that hasn't been scribbled on yet."
"Yeah…" Guilmon nodded. "But that's why you always do your best to make it look good, right?"
Takato furrowed his brow slightly at that before lifting himself up from off the floor.
"Sometimes…I worry that I haven't really done that," he said, folding his legs together and bringing his hands to rest on his knees. "I've been doing a lot of studying with Rika. Doing a lot of drawing to see if I can have a career in manga, but…is that enough?"
He looked up at the still-open door, his expression contemplative.
"Sometimes I feel like all I've been doing is goofing off. I think…now I realize just how fragile the future can be."
He pressed his lips together tightly, thinking about their new home.
Will we still have this place in a year? If business can't pick up again because we've been gone for so long…
His hands tightened together. Seeing this, Guilmon got to his feet and wandered over to the boy, bringing his chin to rest on Takato's shoulder.
"We'll find a way," he grinned, wrapping his arms around the boy awkwardly, trying to duplicate Rika's gestures of affection. "Together. Just like we always do. It's a promise."
Smiling at his partner, Takato nodded.
"We will," he agreed, though a part of him felt it was a bit hollow. The world, after all, was fickle, and sometimes not all promises could be kept.
After a moment, the call of his parents caused the two partners to stir, and getting up, they left the room and all of its future behind them.
Until the next time, Takato thought, sliding the door shut on the one promise he was sure could be kept.
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Rika sat at her table, eyes focused on the textbook in front of her, running through the latest reading for her history class, her pencil tapping on the notebook next to her before jotting down a note. 'Note' in a loose definition of the word, or rather, a small reference that amounted to a single word. No one else would get much out of it, but Rika had a knack for remembering things and rarely needed much more than something brief for a reminder if she ever, for some inexplicable reason, forgot something.
Things were quiet for a change, or rather, quieter. Takato by himself didn't make much noise, something that Rika liked about him. She hadn't given noise much thought when suggesting her home as a place to stay following the destruction of the Matsuki bakery, but things had been relatively peaceful, with the sole exception of Guilmon, who was a rambunctious bundle of energy.
Fortunately for everyone in the household, Renamon had chosen to be the recipient for that energy whenever Takato was unable to do so, which, as the months advanced and his school workload increased, became more and more the norm.
People are starting to talk about those two, Rika thought with slight amusement, turning a page and jotting down its number as another reminder. Can't really blame them though.
A small smile touched the corners of her lips. Everyone had fun in their own way, and she wasn't about to begrudge Renamon for how she amused herself in her spare time. After all, she and Takato could hardly judge given the sort of things they got up to when they had the opportunity.
Shifting in her spot, her pencil sketched out a small image of a pair of goggles – an item that her lover boy and affectionately named Gogglehead hadn't worn in years. She paused upon it for a moment before her eyes flickered over to the spot across from her. Her smile slipped ever so slightly, and it was just then that she became aware of the silence in the house.
He…really found a place in my heart…didn't he? she thought quietly, her hand tightening around her pencil.
Her brow furrowed slightly. Pretty soon this place will be back to how things were before he moved in. Just me and my family.
She glanced over at her closet, wherein her futon lay. Their family had allowed them to share it together once in a while since discovering them together the first time – ironically when they were merely sharing the bed for comfort and not making love to one another. Those nights held a special place in her heart, and now…
Those nights are over, she thought, returning her attention back to her notes. Well, it's not like I didn't know today would come. I guess I just…didn't expect to feel weird about it.
Before she could pursue such thoughts and emotions, she heard the sound of the gate to her home opening and she looked up just in time to see the Matsuki's returning from their inspection of their new home. A smile drew across her face and she got up from her spot, her notes, for the moment, forgotten.
"Hey, Rika!" Takato called out, hurrying on over to the girl as she stepped out of her room.
"Hey yourself," she returned, their fingers intertwining together a split second before Takato's lips found her own, the boy moving with such suddenness that she found herself taken a bit by surprise, especially in the presence of his parents, who regarded the pair with amused – and worried on Mie's part - looks. She relaxed into the kiss quickly however, enjoying the feel of his warmth as it was offered and finding herself a bit eager to enjoy it, knowing that such opportunities were soon to be in short supply.
Briefly, as she pressed her lips back against Takato, she wondered how much money she had set aside for a visit to a Love Hotel.
Plenty enough, she thought, grinning around her lover boy's kiss.
"What's so funny?" Takato laughed, drawing back and leaning his head against Rika's. Reaching up, she pressed a hand to the side of his face and gazed into his warm eyes.
"Just you," she chuckled before opting to change the subject. "So how was the new place?"
"It's nice," Guilmon chirped, approaching the couple. "There's lots of room."
He paused, frowned, and tapped his chin with his claw, looking downcast.
"There's no balcony for you and Renamon to show up at."
"No balcony, huh?" Rika chuckled, moving her hand from Takato's cheek to his hair, enjoying the feel of it in her fingers. "So much for mysterious entrances."
"You'll figure something out, I bet," Takato laughed before kissing Rika's nose, causing her to blush brightly at his display of affection. It was…cute, and a bit out of the ordinary for him. "You're always a mystery to me anyway, Dream Girl."
That caused her to raise an eyebrow.
"Sounds like someone is eager to be sent to dream land for good," she said, lightly tapping her fist against the side of his head. "I still remember that promise and I can still make good on it."
Takato simply smiled at her, clasping her fist with his hand and giving it a soft, loving squeeze.
"I think I'd like that."
Rika blushed hard at that.
What is with him today all of a sudden?!
Punching his shoulder with her free hand, she gave her lover a playful scowl.
"Not in front of your parents," she said in a hushed, scolding voice, glancing over his shoulder and tracking them as they made their way toward the house, both still eyeing them with a look of amusement and concern.
Especially Mie, who tightened her hands together uncertainly.
A bright blush bloomed across Takato's face and he released Rika's hand.
"Sorry for the goose egg," he laughed sheepishly. Tapping his forehead with her knuckles, Rika turned and headed back into her room, Takato and Guilmon following after her, the former rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"You're lucky that your goose eggs are cute," she said, sitting herself back down, with Takato taking up a spot right next to her while Guilmon set up shop directly across from them.
"I try," he beamed. "How's the studying going?"
"Boring," Rika shrugged. "At this point, I know enough where I could probably test some of the teachers. The notes are just a formality for me."
Takato tilted his head to one side, his eyes taking on a thoughtful look, earning him yet another raised eyebrow from the redhaired teacher.
"You're imagining me as a teacher, aren't you?"
"Is it bad if I said you'd make a very good one?" Takato smiled, blushing lightly. "Not to mention a very pretty one?"
"Minus points because Kazu said something like that already back when we went to the digital world the first time," Rika harrumphed, her mood souring a little at the thought of their mutual friend and his antics toward her.
"Ohhh… Good thing you're cute, Takato," Guilmon said, and Rika turned a sharp look at the crimson dinosaur.
"Renamon?" she called out. "Shouldn't you be keeping Dino-boy occupied or something?"
The vulpine digimon materialized out of thin air next to the dinosaur just then, her expression unreadable, though an amusement glinted in her azure eyes.
"I was waiting for him to come find me if he so chose, but if you insist…"
"Huh?" Guilmon blinked. "Takato and Rika want some privacy time? But they don't smell like they want it and Takato's parents and Rika's grandma are here…"
Oh kami… groaned Rika, palming her face at Guilmon and his continued naiveite.
"I'm insisting!" she said behind her hand, and with a chuckle, Renamon caressed the reptile's head, tracing a claw down the side of his face and to the tip of his chin, pausing there before flicking away.
"Very well," she said, smiling down at the crimson reptile. "Let's leave them alone. I'm sure Ms. Hata would appreciate your company as well. We're having tea at the moment."
Guilmon's eyes brightened up at that. More smart-sounding conversations with Rika's grandmother? Ever since the pair first bonded, the dinosaur had become a glutton for the woman's vast expanse of wisdom, eagerly listening and drinking it all in.
With a shout of "Yaaay!" Guilmon was on his feet and scampering off, the kitsune giving the couple behind them a brief look before vanishing out of view to join him. Rika watched them go for a moment before glancing at her crimson-eyed lover boy, who was grinning.
"You know…" Takato began. "Sometimes I wonder about them."
Rika snorted and distractedly began to sort through her notes.
"That's because you're a Gogglehead. You're supposed to have a hard time seeing the obvious when it's right in front of you."
"Huh?" Takato's eyebrows rose at that. "What does that mean?"
"Case in point," Rika smirked at his own naivete.
Wouldn't have it any other way though, she thought, her hand finding his.
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"Cheers!"
Rumiko's exclamation rang throughout the room as she hoisted her wine glass into the air, clinking it with those of the gathered members of the two families who, for the last eight months had lived together and now were sharing their last night in one house.
As always, Rumiko put a celebratory spin on things by breaking out the wine, insisting that everyone have a drink. Adults, teens and digimon.
Guilmon sniffed at his glass curiously, his nose wrinkling. It had a very sweet smell to it, but behind it lay something else. A bitter smell? He couldn't tell for sure, but for his nose, it was nearly overpowering. Intoxicating even.
"Is it really okay to drink this?" he asked. He never had before, and from everything Takato and his parents had told him, it was not something to be taken lightly. Raising her glass to her lips, Rumiko winked at the dinosaur.
"In moderation," she said, to which Seiko chuckled.
"Something wrong, Mom?" Rumiko prompted, turning her attention to the matriarch, who sat next to Mie, the two having become fast friends in their computer programming studies.
"Nothing to speak of," Seiko replied with a small smile as she took a sip. Frowning, Rumiko took another sip of her own.
"Hard to believe that this is just about over," Takehiro chimed in, opting to keep the flow of good feelings moving. "I…um…" He sloshed the wine around in its glass as he contemplated what to say. "I'm not very good with words…"
"Now we know where Takato gets it from," Rika muttered, taking a sip from her own glass, if only to be polite. Renamon gave her a light elbow as she lifted her own glass to her muzzle – awkwardly, as her claws were not quite built for the delicate work of holding a wine glass – and took a light drink as well.
"What my husband is trying to say," Mie began, "is thank you. I know these last few months have been…interesting, to say the least." She glanced meaningfully at her son, who was in the process of experimenting with his glass. Seeing this, he found himself taking a deeper drink than intended, draining the whole thing in one go.
"Whoa…" the boy breathed, his face flushing a little, everyone looking at him in surprise.
"Uh… Are you okay, son?" Takehiro asked worriedly. Smiling, Takato nodded.
"Yeah… Yeah! I'm okay. Just…shouldn't have done it so quick, that's all. Goose egg."
"Don't push yourself too hard," Rika said, taking a deeper drink as well, enjoying the sweet taste as her cheeks took on a rosy complexion to them. Briefly she wondered how hard this wine was. She had no reference to speak of really, but she could feel a slight buzz in the background of her head already. Nothing serious, but noticeable.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Rumiko repeated with a nod as she took the wine bottle and proceeded to pour Takato another drink. "But at least taste it first."
"Rumiko…" Mie began, only for Takehiro to chuckle.
"We're here, Mie," he interceded. "We'll keep him from going overboard. Besides, it'll be a good learning experience for him."
Mie frowned at that, but glancing at her son, who looked at her expectantly, she sighed.
"All right," she conceded. "I'll allow it, but just this one night and only because we're celebrating having our own home again."
Lifting the drink to her mouth, she took a rather deep sip herself, Takato doing likewise.
"Anyway…" she continued, returning her attention to Seiko and Rumiko. "…we mean it, from the bottom of our hearts. I don't think we could have done this without you."
"I just wish we could pay you back," Takehiro added, rubbing the back of his head uncertainly.
"Nonsense," Rumiko smiled, swirling her drink in one hand as she smiled at the embarrassed family. "It was our pleasure. You're friends after all, and like my daughter often says, friends help each other when there's trouble. It's what we did when we cooked for our children their big feast back in the day. Besides, if you want to talk about payment, your cooking has more than made up for it."
"Oh my," Renamon began with a sarcastic note to her voice. "Rika says that?"
"Watch it, Renamon," the girl in question scowled, taking another deep drink. Seiko watched the girl a bit warily. She wondered briefly about how well she could hold her liquor. Rika had very little experience with it, and she seemed to be taking to the sweet, rice wine rather quickly.
Perhaps a little too quickly.
"Now, Rika…" the older woman warned, only for her thoughts to be interrupted by Guilmon's sudden drinking his wine down in one huge gulp.
"This is good!" he crowed, smacking his lips before turning to Rumiko, golden eyes shining excitedly. "Can…Can I have more?"
"I think it's best if one of us supervises you if you're going to drink that quickly," Renamon interceded, taking his glass away from him and setting her own down between them. "Here. I can share mine with you."
"Are you sure?" Guilmon asked, the crimson scales around his cheeks taking on a dark discoloration. Instead of answering with words, Renamon raised the glass to his mouth and simply…smiled.
"Okay, now I'm really wondering about those two," Takato murmured, leaning closer to Rika as she took another drink.
"Don't wonder too hard, Takato," she chuckled. "You might set your brain on fire."
"Hmmm…" Rumiko poured Takato's parents another glass. "That makes me wonder… Do the partners of digimon share the same feelings? I only ask because…" She turned toward Renamon so she could face her more fully. "…well, let's be honest, Renamon. You and Guilmon have become rather…close, and I can't help but feel that it started up around the same time as Takato and Rika's relationship."
For a wonder, Renamon looked a little…flustered by Rumiko's unexpected question. Her tail flicked in agitation as her eyes widened, and she drew the wine glass back to her lips and took a sip to distract herself. Seiko eyed the kitsune's behavior with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"Perhaps you are…misreading things," Renamon suggested, passing the glass back to Guilmon, who only tentatively took a drink, not wanting to greedily have it all in case Renamon wanted more. "Guilmon and I have been friends as well as allies for quite a number of years now. It would make sense for us to grow closer, especially with current circumstances."
"That sounds about right," Seiko smiled behind her glass as she took a drink.
Rumiko swirled the wine in her glass thoughtfully, not quite looking convinced, but not certain as to what else to say with regards to the vulpine digimon's response.
"I guess you're right. I don't really have the head for this sort of thing, but… Well, I guess it was a silly thought after all."
"I don't think you're silly," Takato said, his drink now half empty once again. "I think that's actually a very good question. I mean…" he laughed suddenly, but quietly. "What do we know about how the partnership works? I mean, we biomerge with them, so…maybe…feelings transfer or…something?"
Pressing a hand against his forehead, he clenched his eyes shut, trying to think. "I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm even making any sense."
"I think you make sense," Guilmon smiled, missing Renamon's eyes as they grew just a little bit wider.
"Thanks boy," Takato smiled as Rika set her glass down, her first drink now finished. "But yeah, Ms. Nonaka. I don't think it's a silly question to ask. Henry always used to say that the first step to figuring things out is to ask questions."
"A wise boy," Seiko said.
"Didn't our teacher say something like that?" Mie asked, turning to the elder matriarch.
"They did," Seiko nodded. "And it's an important lesson to teach. Someone who seeks knowledge or truth isn't afraid of asking questions, no matter how they might sound."
"Well, I feel like I should be seeking a little bit of knowledge here," Rumiko said devilishly, filling up Takato and Rika's glasses while eyeing Renamon with a smirk. "Did it happen before or after you kissed Takato while biomerged with my daughter?"
At that, shock was writ across Renamon's face like a bolt of lightning, and her tail flicked about in obvious agitation. Rika watched in awe as she lifted her glass to her lips, wondering just how much Renamon had to drink. She was always so controlled. What happened here?
It should have been just the one…right?
It was hard to be sure when a digimon had ninja-like abilities.
"Before," the kitsune said, almost sounding a bit annoyed by the interrogation. "Certainly before."
Takehiro looked back and forth between the woman questioning her daughter's digimon partner, feeling a bit worried about the twitching back and forth of her tail.
"Um… Maybe this topic should be changed. Renamon seems a little bit…ah…out of sorts?"
"Ohhh…no!" Rumiko laughed, refilling the kitsune's glass. "No, no, no. no! We're having girl talk here. If she's in love with the digimon of my daughter's boyfriend, I want to know the scoop! So tell me. What was it that first drew you to him? His…um…"
Rumiko glanced over at Guilmon uncertainly, trying to determine what about him could have caught Renamon's attention. What did attract digimon to each other?
"…big…scaly muscles?" she asked finally, a bit perplexed.
Renamon's tail only increased the speed of its twitching, causing Guilmon to offer her their shared wine glass. Renamon took it gratefully and drank.
"Well…" Rumiko began, smiling a little at this. "At least we know he's a gentleman."
"He gets that from Gogglehead," Rika said, her own glass now half finished. "It's one of his best qualities."
"I had my doubts about that that one day," Mie muttered around her drink, causing Rumiko's ears to perk up in response to this.
"Oh? Why, what happened?"
Rika's face flushed, knowing exactly the incident Takato's mother was talking about.
She shot a quick look at the boy in question. Judging from the crimson that suddenly flooded his face, he knew as well.
"Oh, you know," Mie continued, holding out her glass for another refill, to which Rumiko quickly acquiesced excitedly. "Boys will be boys."
"Oh?" Rumiko turned an amused, cocked eyebrow at the brown-haired boy, who promptly looked ashamed. "My, my… Takato…"
"M-Ms. Nonaka…" Takato stammered out. "It wasn't like that!"
"Could have fooled me," Mie said as she took another long drink, giving up any pretense at being a responsible adult example for her son. "Honestly, Takato, reference material or not, it wasn't proper to have those magazines in front of a girl like that."
Rumiko's eyes grew wide at that and she pressed her hand against her mouth to keep from laughing as Seiko's eyebrows rose, neither woman having quite expected something like that from the shy, humble son of bakers.
"Mrs. Matsuki…" Rika scowled, feeling defensive of her Gogglehead. "We already explained what happened. He already had them hidden. He fell, and knocked them over on himself." She turned a fearsome look on her mother. "And there's nothing funny about it!"
"Oh, Rika," Rumiko began between guffaws, holding a hand up to her. "Don't worry. Every relationship has a story or two…or several like that. They make for fun conversation in later years. I have some about your father that could outdo Takato by a landslide."
"So do you," Seiko observed, taking a casual sip from her wine glass. "I distinctly remember the red dildo you tried to keep hidden from me in your underwear drawer. Remember? The double ended one?"
Rika's mouth fell open at that, as did Rumiko, neither of them having expected that out of Seiko, who was usually so refined – and in the case of Rika, doubly shocked to hear anything about her mother's sexual past times. Takato was looking at the family with eyes that were bulging in their sockets, and, if the look on his parents' faces were any indication, they shared much the same feeling.
"Maybe our kids shouldn't be here for this part," Takehiro grinned as Rika leaned her face into her hands. Suddenly feeling the need for yet another drink to drown her mind in, she took Takato's and downed it in one go.
"It might be a good idea," Seiko said. "Otherwise I might have to explain why I found our remote control along with it. The one that Rumiko kept insisting for weeks that she didn't know where it was. The one that was…sticky."
"Mother!" Rumiko all but shrieked. At that, Rika decided enough was enough and got up from her seat, her face furiously competing with her hair now.
"I think I'm going to agree with Takato's dad on this one. Besides, I think we've had more than enough by now."
Before she could even start heading in the direction of her room, Rika wobbled slightly, catching hold of Takato by the shoulder as he rose up to help her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hugged her close and smiled at the others.
"I…ah…better walk her home," he said, laughing nervously. Frowning slightly, Renamon set her glass down.
"Rika?"
"We'll be fine," Rika assured her partner with a soft smile. "You can stay and enjoy the party." She suddenly grinned mischievously. "I'm sure Mother would just love to know what you and Guilmon hid the remote controls."
Guilmon tilted his head to one side while Renamon's eyes could only widen in utter shock at her partner, the dinosaur not understanding anything at all about what was being talked about.
"Um… I don't know about any remote controls, but if I were me, I'd be burying them outside so I could dig them up later."
"Guilmon?" Renamon asked as Rumiko buried her face in her arms, attempting to stifle her laughter while the two teens made their getaway. "Please be quiet."
"Um… Okay?" Guilmon replied, still no less perplexed than before.
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With their arms slung around each other in support, Takato and Rika staggered into the girl's room, leaving the ongoing party between their families and their partners – and their ever-increasing bizarre topics of conversation – behind.
"Walk me home, huh?" Rika teased, sliding the door to her room closed behind them. "Even though I'm already home."
Takato laughed, his face still rosy from the alcohol that buzzed in his system.
"Hey, i-it sounded good in my head at the time. Besides…" Leaning against the door, he let out another chuckle. "…I think my brain's gone all funny from the wine right now. And…everything else for that matter."
He wobbled slightly. Rumiko had really pushed the alcohol on all of them tonight.
"Your brain was already funny, even without my mom's wine," Rika giggled – much to their surprise – before leaning in and kissing his forehead. Faintly, she wondered when her 'lover boy' had shrunk, not yet noticing that he was slowly starting to sink to the floor. "You just mean you're being more of a Gogglehead than usual."
"Can't help it," Takato smiled, his hands coming to rest on her hips, one knee planting itself on the floor while the other attempted to remain upright, giving him the appearance of kneeling in a proposal of marriage. "You have that effect on me."
Liking the feel of his hands near her butt, Rika smirked and again kissed him, this time on the lips, bending her knees slightly so that she could reach her mark more easily.
"A good thing too," she hummed against him, the two finding themselves unexpectedly reaching the floor, Rika coming to rest upon his lap, pinning him. Running her hand along his face, she gazed into his warm, red eyes, trying to find something more to say, but words seemed to fall away from her, and in the end, she decided to kiss the boy again, her tongue probing at the entrance to his mouth, asking for entry, to which Takato granted with a passionate moan. His hands drifted down past her hips and placed themselves firmly on her rear, his fingers massaging her through her jeans. Grinning around the kiss, Rika lifted herself up and pushed against his touch, relishing in his boldness.
They didn't have many opportunities to have sex with their families all living together over the last eight months, but what time they did find had done a great deal to help Takato work through his initial anxieties about the depth their relationship had taken.
He doesn't hesitate as much, she noted as Takato broke away from her lips and kissed down her neck, his teeth nibbling against her exposed skin ever so slightly.
"Yeah…" she breathed, one hand threading itself in his thick mess of brown hair, enjoying the feel of its softness in her fingers. "That's…That's good."
She arched herself against him, her chest pushing up eagerly and Takato moved toward it, remembering that Rika had taken particular liking toward his paying attention to her breasts. His mouth graced the surface of her shirt and he frowned in confusion at the rough texture as he attempted to suckle her. Giggling again at her lover's antics, Rika pushed him back just far enough for her to reach down and draw her shirt up before dropping it over the back of his head.
"There you go, Gogglehead," she laughed, pushing her breasts against him once more as Takato made a surprised squawk under her shirt, but his lips quickly found their target again, drawing her nipple into his mouth where his tongue began to bathe it. Biting her lower lip, Rika clutched him against her and began to rock against his hips.
"K-Kami…" she whispered, her door creaking now as the pair began to hump against each other. "Takato… I…"
Giving a sharp gasp, she buried her face against Takato's head and gave a particularly powerful thrust against him. Distantly, the boy, hearing the shaking of the door, realized that carrying on as they were would alert their families to what they were doing and pushed away. Planting his hand on the floor, he rotated on it and with a grunt of surprise, they fell together onto the floor, with him on top. Slipping out from beneath her shirt, he looked at the fire-haired girl and she looked back. Both of their faces were beat red, and they could see the desire glowing in their eyes. They both wanted more now. All that was left was whether they were willing to go further.
Wordlessly, Rika lifted herself up and reached toward his pants, slipping her hand beneath the waistband and taking hold of his hard penis. Swallowing nervously, Takato began to fumble with her belt buckle.
"For once you're not constantly asking me if I'm okay with this," she chuckled, drawing his erect penis out while wiggling his pants down his hips. As her belt clattered loose, Takato froze, and Rika immediately regretted bringing his old anxieties up. However, as she turned her gaze up toward him, preparing to soothe his nerves once more, the boy leaned into her grasp and kissed her hard, sensing that his hesitation had upset her and wanting to prove to her that he could push through himself. He didn't say anything further, and instead continued to kiss her, ignoring the powerful, almost painful beating of his nervous heart until finally, he broke away, smiling awkwardly.
"I think…by now…you would have kicked my butt if you weren't okay with this," he said. Smirking, Rika leaned up and gave his jaw a light kiss. As if that reaction had been enough, they broke away, Rika tugging her shirt off while Takato unbuttoned her jeans. After a brief struggle, the remainder of their articles of clothing were tossed into the far corners of the room and soon enough they were clutching against one another; Takato's penis positioned at Rika's vaginal entrance while her legs hooked around him, encouraging him to continue.
His heart rising into his throat, Takato bit his lower lip and began to press against her, causing Rika's body to flush in response. Locking her legs around his waist, she helped pull him in the rest of the way.
Kami… She's so warm… he thought, sliding into her with a groan. Lowering himself, he kissed her, and Rika wrapped her arms around him, drawing him against her tight. Their inner fires rose as they began to rock against one another, Takato sliding out before pushing back in, grinding his body atop hers, wanting to pleasure her as much as possible. Breaking away from her lips, he traced butterfly kisses all the way down to her chest, right where she liked him, and once more took a breast into his mouth, nibbling on the areola of her nipple.
Rika's response was an immediate gasp of pleasure, and to squeeze him tightly with her legs before she buried her face into his mop of hair. Her orgasm was fast approaching. She could feel it. It rose like a tidal wave, and there was no stopping it. She began to buck her hips beneath him, trying to drive him deeper inside, searching for that one special place that she found she loved so much when he pressed against it. They were so close!
Takato's mind was dizzy with the raw pleasure flooding his body, and Rika's gyrating, bucking hips only intensified the sensation. His whole world had become one slick, warm tightness and throbbing jostling, and yet… Distantly, he felt as though they were forgetting something. Something important. It tugged at the corners of his mind with each, erratic thrust, their bodies clapping against one another, but nothing came to mind. The two of them twisted around each other, almost rolling onto their sides as they continued to passionately make love. Rika's warm muscles clamped down around him tightly, refusing to let him out as he pushed himself ever deeper inside.
Inside…
There was that feeling again that they were forgetting something, but Rika didn't give him a chance to pursue it any further. Finally flipping them both over so that she was at last on top and he on the bottom, Rika braced herself and bore down on him with all her strength, rolling her hips over his. Takato felt a flash of intense sensation and even more heat flushed along his body. His penis twitched, signaling his own oncoming orgasm. Attempting to stave it off, he gripped her waist and tried to slow his answering push, but his own hips were now beyond listening to him as they rose upward to meet her fervent thrusts with increasing speed.
Rika let out a loud moan as she slammed down on him and ground her clitoris against his crotch.
"R-Rika…" he stammered out. "You're being too loud… Our families. They'll hear…"
"Then shut me up," Rika growled, her pace only quickening in response. Heat flooded every inch of her body. The pleasure was everywhere to the point of becoming maddening! She doubted she could stop right now even if she wanted to. Takato's mind spun wildly. What was he going to do? If she grew any louder…
Her chest heaved as yet another groan escaped her lips. Seized by sudden desperation, he pushed up and clamped his lips around hers. Rika's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she sank him into her once more and then…finally…
O-Oh kami…! her mind stammered out, feeling her lover's penis press against that sweet spot of hers. Her legs splayed out, attempting to draw him in even further. She could feel the pressure of his penis on a small bump inside her, holding her there on the edge of her orgasm. Her body shuddered…
…and Takato pushed her the rest of the way with a single, powerful thrust.
The tension in her vagina broke, contracting and squeezing around the penis inside her and she half-groaned, half-screamed into her lover's mouth, her orgasm sweeping over her with such force that her muscles clenched and unclenched powerfully, leaving her quaking uncontrollably. Takato held himself there, his lips pressed hard against Rika's as he fought to keep from bursting then and there from her tight, coiling contractions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure-filled agony, Rika's orgasm died away and the girl slumped down against him, panting heavily. Their lips parting, she smiled exhaustedly at him. Takato smiled back, running a hand along her cheek.
"Was that good?" he asked, to which Rika giggled and leaned into his hand.
"Geez Gogglehead… As if you even have to ask after all that?"
Takato blushed and kissed the corner of her lips lightly in response. "I just…like making you feel good. And I want to figure out how make you feel better."
Blushing in return, Rika shifted down, noticing that he was not only still inside her, but also remained quite hard.
He didn't finish…
Squeezing her legs together, she eyed her lover boy playfully.
"Well…we can start that by making you feel good too," she said huskily before lifting her hips once more until only the tip remained inside her. She hovered there, their eyes meeting. A small grin drew across her face and she felt him twitch at the edge of her entrance.
"After all," she continued, "this game is always better when we're both enjoying it together."
With that said, she slammed down on him, her vagina swallowing him whole, causing the boy quietly gasped in ecstasy. His penis trembled, and that sharp feeling of pleasure returned with a vengeance. He thrust upward in response, kissing her hips with his own.
"So what…" Rika gyrated her hips while pressing down on him, pushing him deep inside her while pinning him to the floor. "…do you want to do?"
Takato clenched his eyes shut tightly as he fought to keep from bursting then and there. After a long, agonizing moment, he relaxed and opened his eyes, his face beat red. A smile – that smile she loved so much – broke across his face nervously.
"R-Rika…?" he stammered out, his voice tattering as he clung to her tightly for dear life. "Can…Can I… May I… Like…Like I was earlier…?"
She kissed him, knowing what he meant before he could even finish saying it. He wanted to be on top again.
"Sure," she whispered. An idea came to her as she said that, and pulling off, she turned around and knelt on all fours. Glancing over her shoulder, she smirked at him, waving her rear at him in invitation.
"Like this?" she asked. Seeing his eyes grow wide in stunned amazement, she knew what his response was, even as his mouth failed to deliver. Trembling, he approached her and took hold of her by the waist again. This… This was different, and not at all what he expected from her. It felt strangely exciting, seeing her presenting herself in such a way. Positioning his penis at her entry, he slid on in again, her warm folds welcoming him back inside delightedly. Shivering, he brought himself to rest against her back and kissed her neck before he began thrusting. Rika grunted at her being jostled, but she warmed to the position quickly, enjoying the feel of Takato's chest against her back; his weight resting on her rear end as he pushed into her over and over. Feeling his hands reach around and take hold of her breasts, massaging them, she groaned and began to thrust back against him eagerly, feeling the start of another orgasm, her vagina growing warm as it swelled around her lover once more, hugging him tightly.
Takato drank in the sensation of her squeezing around him, feeling intoxicated by her heat and loveliness and eagerness. His thrusts became more urgent; coming faster and faster as he buried himself inside the girl he loved so much. He could feel his sperm marching up the length of his penis, crying out desperately to be released into her awaiting body. The pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out all conscious thought until, finally, with one last thrust and a squeeze, he gasped harshly, his penis jerking and throbbing deep inside Rika's vagina, unloading its hot contents with each powerful contraction of its muscles. Rika moaned in approval at the feel of his warmth filling her – different, yet not unpleasant – and she laid her front down, pushing her butt back against him, attempting to take him even deeper inside. His hands tightened their grip around her breasts in response, leaving red imprints in her skin, and she smiled, enjoying the feeling of him shaking around her uncontrollably. She was responsible for that. It made her feel…powerful. Different from being on top, but somehow still powerful.
After what felt like an eternity, Takato's panting, trembling body came to rest fully against her, his face falling next to her cheek.
"Wow… Rika… Just…Wow."
The flame-haired girl smirked and kissed the corner of his lips. The awkward position made it difficult, but not impossible.
"Love you too, Gogglehead," she chuckled. "Do you think you're up for another round?"
She humped back against him in the hopes of coaxing some life back into him. However, his penis, already rapidly softening, slipped out of her, a single string of sperm connecting their two sexes together.
"S-Sorry," Takato panted. "I think…I think that part of me is done for the night."
A small smile drew itself upon his face however and he took a hand from off a breast and Rika hummed in approval as his fingers drifted down her belly and found its way to her clitoris.
"But I think the rest of me can keep going," he finished, his fingers starting to massage her now. Rika's breath hitched in her throat in delight at that. Arching her back, she again pushed back against him to heighten the sensation.
Takato Matsuki… Her Gogglehead in shining armor, and ever the gentleman.
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Slowly, Rika awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and she shifted beneath the blanket of her futon, wincing slightly at the light of the new dawn. Her head hurt, but only slightly. Cracking open her violet eyes, she smiled upon seeing Takato sleeping next to her, his breathing even and still resting. In the time that they had begun sleeping together, she found that he was a bit of a heavier sleeper than she was. Not that either of them had the tendency to oversleep, but Takato was harder to awaken compared to her.
Oddly enough, she found that she liked that. She couldn't explain why, but she liked the idea of waking up with him right there next to her.
Sighing happily, she snuggled closer to him, feeling the warm, hard length of his 'good morning' prodding her stomach, causing memories from last night to swarm to life in her mind. She couldn't remember all of it very well, but she did remember that they got pretty wild. She couldn't remember their previous sexual romps being quite that intense. Maybe it had to do with Takato's alcohol-induced boldness. She certainly couldn't remember him being quite so… Well. Perhaps aggressive wasn't the right word for it, but he certainly moved with more confidence and a kind of eager wildness. If she liked it and didn't make him stop, he continued, and did so with the express purpose of making her feel good.
And did he make her feel good.
His fingers… His tongue… I never thought he could do something like that to me before, and he's already done quite a lot of things, she thought, leaning in and kissing him lightly on the lips, causing him to stir. His crimson eyes fluttered open and met hers with a smile.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty."
"Pretty sure that story involves a prince charming kissing a comatose girl, not a Digimon Queen kissing a Gogglehead," Rika quipped, her eyes flashing in amusement. "How're you feeling?"
"Like someone pounded my head with a hammer," Takato chuckled, his expression wincing a little. "Could be worse though. I could be waking up next to Kazu."
"Don't even joke about that," Rika snorted, yet a small grin tugged at the corners of her lips, finding the image of Takato waking up next to the boy a bit amusing regardless of her actual thoughts on the matter. Pushing herself up, the blanket fell down from her chest, baring her for her lover boy to see, causing him to blush brightly, as though he were seeing her breasts for the first time again. She smirked and climbed out of their shared futon, heading over to where she had her day clothes hanging, ready for her to wear. She felt a bit of tackiness between her legs as she did so, and frowned slightly down at them. Lifting up her panties, she slipped a hand down along her vulva and slid a finger inside herself experimentally.
Still wet? she wondered curiously, withdrawing her finger and finding a strand of liquid connecting it to her vagina. Rubbing another finger over it, testing the consistency of the fluid, she blinked, a thought occurring to her, followed quickly by a vague memory of their late-night romp.
"Are you all right?" Takato asked, climbing out of Rika's futon, noting the girl's hesitation. Blinking again, she looked up at Takato and back down at her fingers before blushing noticeably.
"No! No… I mean…" Rika began to backpedal, not sure how that sounded to her ears or to Takato's. The boy in question, sensing something was amiss, quickly hurried on over to her. Rika's blush deepened as she caught sight of Takato's penis flailing about between his legs. Coughing, she continued.
"I…I…think you might have…um…" She struggled to say the words. "…finished inside me… Withouta condom."
Approaching her, Takato's eyebrows rose at that before realization hit him like a truck.
"Oh… Oh! Rika! I'm… I'm sorry! I didn't…! I wouldn't… I…"
She looked up at him, seeing how upset he was looking, his expression twisting together as a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind. Rika could guess just about all of them and scowling, she quickly snatched hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Takato. Believe me, I know what you would and wouldn't do, so stop it right there. Put the brakes on where your mind is going. You know just as well as I do what happened. Neither of us were thinking last night. For goodness sake. Mom kept pushing the wine and we kept drinking. That's bound to cause a few mental hiccups in us."
Takato looked up at her, a note of sorrow in his eyes, and pulled her close to him. She felt his penis, still soft, push against her leg.
"I'll make it up to you," he promised. Rika frowned at that, not sure if she liked the tone in his voice as he spoke.
"Takato…" she warned. "It better not be anything Goggleheaded, got it? We had a fantastic night with a goof up. Don't ruin it by doing something stupid while sober."
She felt the tension in Takato's arms around her, his hands massaging her back.
"I'll think it through this time," he said softly, and this time she heard a small smile behind his words. "I just… I hate to think that I might have hurt you."
Rika closed her eyes, frowning at that. Again, with his worries of hurting her.
I thought he was over that…
"I wish you wouldn't think that," she said quietly, slipping her hands around his back, brushing his buttocks lightly. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times already. I know you. After all these months, you really should know that by now. Please… Get it through your thick head." She paused before chuckling. "The both of them."
She felt Takato's muscles loosen their tension a little at that, and with a light laugh of his own, he kissed the top of her head.
"I'll work on that," he promised. Relaxing herself, Rika smiled again. Running her hands down to his rear, she took hold of the thick muscle buried within and squeezed it happily.
She felt his length respond with a twitch and a jump at that, pressing against her leg eagerly.
"I'll be sure to hold you to it," she said, parting her legs slightly so as to allow her lover boy to slide between them and press against her entrance. It felt nice having it resting there, and her body pulsated happily in agreement.
But most certainly, it felt nicer having him here with her, holding her just as she held him. Her heart fluttered and sang happily in double agreement with the rest of her body, echoing Takato's heartbeat and soon enough, the pair found their lips meeting one another again, the morning sunlight warming them as they kissed lovingly.
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A/N: So…yeah, I thought this story was finished, but in the last month I got bit by an idea bug and this popped out. Along with other ideas mixing in. Honestly, I'm not sure if I should continue this story given the number of stories I've already put on my plate, but this starting chapter demanded to be written, so here it is with possibly more in the future.
Until next time.
-Crazyeight
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