Title: Deliciae
Rating: R
Couples: Daichi (main). Taito, Yamachi, Kensuke, and Taken (lesser).
Notes: I should give OOC warning to all of my characters, just in case. This is a work in progress. If there is anything blaringly bad in this fic, tell me and I'll be happy to change it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters.
Chapter 1
*Smooth*
Taichi Yagami sighed at his reflection. Prefect hair, volumized by a forth a can of air spray, was his pride and joy. It took an hour out of his morning each day to make it stand up just so and to give it that 'I just woke up and didn't have time to do my hair' look that everyone was crazy about.
Not least of all Taichi himself.
"Damn," he muttered, twisting around to check out his backside. "Perfection all the way around."
He grinned and tugged the last piece of hair into place. This was the day he was going to win Yamato Ishida over for good. No more of this shit they played to 'get the girls jealous'.
Pretend dating had given the girls reason to wonder, but Yamato's play-boy attitude usually swayed any thoughts about them being a true couple. They'd gone to a couple school dances together, but they always split up at the door and Taichi was reduced to watching his golden lover from the wings (where he hid from his fan club.)
But that would all stop with this dance. Yamato would be his date, his alone, and they'd dance just like in his dreams. No giving him over for lots of laughs and then being the toy to whoever wanted to dance with him.
In short: no more weak-willed Taichi!
He grabbed his book bag and toed on his shoes. One last check in the mirror (perfect, like it had been a second ago) and he was out the door. He walked a block and waved when he saw his friend, Koushiro.
They exchanged the usual pleasantries and proceeded the walk-o-death to his high school.
*Just one more year,* he thought. *Just one more and I'm out of here.* He smiled. Soccer practice was today as well.
"You seem happy," said Koushiro, a childhood friend. He was a whole foot short then Taichi, though his own spiking hair made up half the difference it seemed, and it was a constant source of fun for Taichi. "What's up? Is the world coming to an end? Taichi Yagami happy to be going to school?" He shuddered.
Taichi grabbed his head and ruffled the spiky hair. Koushiro growled and batted his hand away. "You would think that, wouldn't you, Geek."
Koushiro snorted. "At least I'm not a brainless jock."
"Whatever."
"No, really." Koushiro peered up at him with his intense brown eyes. "What's up? Are you finally going to admit you're in love with Yamato?"
Taichi chocked on the air he breathed in. "Wh, What are you talking about, Koushiro?" His cheeks flushed and he looked away.
Koushiro gave a throaty laugh. "Like you could ever hid anything, especially from me."
"So what?" Taichi scuffed the toe of his shoe into the cement.
But Koushiro smiled at him. "I wish you luck winning him over. I know you're best friends, but I think Yamato is the straightest man I've ever known." He sighed. "Just… be careful. I don't want you getting yourself hurt over him."
Taichi eyed him and frowned. "I think it's too late for that, Kou-kun."
They remained silent for the rest of the walk to school and said meek 'Goodbyes' as the parted ways, each going to his own locker.
**
Yamato was sitting at their usual lunch table, eating and laughing at some stupid joke one of the girls had made. He was so gorgeous like that, totally unassuming. And the rest of the gang was clustered around him, trying to gain just a bit of his attention.
Of course, Taichi never doubted once that Yamato knew he was the most breath-taking creature in the school, possibly the whole city. He had it down to a science, he once shared with his best friend. It was easy: just pretend you understand and are interested and let everything else slide.
Taichi stood there, cafeteria lunch in hand, watching him; like an idiot.
A sharp feeling came over him; he *shouldn't* ask Yamato out for the dance. How cruel and un-natural would that be? Someone like him, ugly and stupid as a bat compared to Yamato, asking him to the school dance?
And how could Yamato possibly agree to go with him? His whole reputation would be on stake. What if the school turned on him? Taichi didn't give a rat's ass about what anyone thought of him (well, maybe for the exception of Yamato) but Yamato was a gentle soul.
And the darker, more horrid thought came up: what if Yamato turned him down? How could he ever live through that? It was fine and good to pretend, like their little game, but real confession was something that couldn't be taken back. What if Yamato hated him?
He forced his legs to move. He couldn't risk a scene in the middle of the lunch room. He sat down in his usual place, down next to Yamato.
"Glad you found the way, genius," said Koushiro, grinning.
*If he said anything… I'm going to shot him.*
The blond smiled when he came and nodded his welcome. He seemed completely oblivious to anything out of the ordinary. That was good. He was in a good mood; that was even better.
"Hi guys!" Taichi said, a plastered smile over the scared rabbit look he'd been sporting.
"Taichi!" Mimi leaned over, a smug smile on her face. Her hair was purple today, with a ton of sparkly jeweled barrettes. "We're all waiting: who are you two going with this dance? Together or separate?"
Taichi's mouth opened to answer and Yamato cut him off. "Actually," he started, a smile forming on his lips, "I've decided to break out tradition and go with Sora this year."
Taichi felt like the wind had been kicked out of him. Of all the things… It was their tradition. Every since the pack they made in Junior High (to forsake girls for all eternity), they've been going to these dances together. How could he break it and then forget to inform him?
But Yamato was grinning and laughing and elbowing his ribs, like it was some cute joke.
Taichi quickly masked the look of surprise and disgust off his face. "Wow. I wish you'd told me sooner. I'd've found someone to go with."
Mimi nodded as if she'd expected the announcement for a long time. "Yeah, I've been waiting for you two to come out."
What was Mimi talking about? Where had he been? Up in the clouds somewhere? He furrowed his brows. He'd remembered Yamato taking leave of some of their activities (sighting different excuses) but he had never seen Sora and Yamato together together. Was this what Koushiro was talking about?
He looked at his old friend. Koushiro was giving him his 'I told you so, but I still feel sorry for you' look.
Mimi turned her gaze onto him. "And you, Taichi? Who's the lucky lady?"
*Who's the lucky lady?* What a sickening thought. Taichi put on his 'come and fuck me' face and said, "Maybe you, Mimi-chan," in his most sultry voice. "How about it?"
Mimi laughed and waved a hand at him. "Already have a date. Too bad, so sad."
He perked a bit. "Who?"
"The new boy." She sat back. "What's his name? Ah. Ah. Daisuke Motomiya! He'll be my date."
Taichi sighed. He'd never heard of him, nor did he care. He could feel all eyes on him and he just wanted to shrink away. How can they be so… happy when his heart had just been crushed? "Have you asked him this yet?"
Mimi pushed the hair off her shoulder and shrugged. "Nah, but who can resist me?" She winked at him.
"Hey," Yamato said after a moment. "I recognize that name. Daisuke is my little brother's best friend." He took a drink of milk. "I guess he moved. Takeru didn't tell me, though."
Taichi concentrated on his food, though eating was the last thing he wanted to do. Why should he be surprised or stunned? Of course this is how it would happen in real life. Yamato wouldn't want something like him, not when he could have something pure and angelic like Sora.
And the worst part about it was that he couldn't find any way to fault Sora. She was the nicest, most considerate person he knew. If angels could be born into human flesh, she'd be one of them. If anyone should hook up with him, it would be Sora.
He stood, a plate of still-eaten food in hand. "I forgot that I have to help Mr. Metluz with a lab we're going to have today. I know you all will miss me but you'll survive somehow." He dumped his tray in the nearest garbage and fled the cafeteria -
And somehow managed to fall sprawled over another person.
He sat up and rubbed his head. He'd slipped on something, water or juice or something. He didn't particularly care at that moment. "Hey, I'm sorry man. I slipped."
The other boy was rubbed his back with one hand and waved off the apology. At leave he was cool about it. "I should've been looking at where I was walking."
They helped each other stand up.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Taichi, examining the wet spot in his pants.
The boy smiled brilliantly, showing off a straight row of white teeth. "I'm great. Hey, are you Taichi Yagami, the captain of the soccer team?"
"Ah, yeah." Weird. How could this boy not know of him? He was one of the most popular boys in the school. He shrugged it off a second later. He wanted to escape to the small, dark recesses of his room.
"I'm Daisuke Motomiya. I just moved here." The boy held out his hand. "It's a great pleasure to meet you! I've played against your team."
Taichi smiled absently and shook his hand. "Yeah. Hey, why don't you come by the field today. Maybe the couch'll find a place on the team for you." Daisuke held onto his hand for a moment longer then Taichi had considered normal.
He was certainly as handsome as the reports had said. Auburn hair framed a golden tanned face and laughing brown eyes. He was a bit shorter then Taichi, but it wasn't an unpleasant difference, and one could tell just by looking at him how fit he was.
"I'll be there."
They parted ways and Taichi spent a wistful moment on the memory of his face. He pushed it away, giving a small prayer to whoever, and ditched school. His parents wouldn't be home and no one ever thought he was under eighteen.
It was easy.
**
The door bell rang and Taichi groaned, having to get up to get the door.
"Taichi." Taichi turned around. Yamato stood, with books taken from his locker in hand. "Where'd you go? Or, why'd you leave, I should say?"
Taichi smile weakly. "I think I'm sick. I don't feel too good so I thought I'd just take the rest of the day off." He shrugged. "I only had two classes left anyway."
Yamato followed him to his room and set the books down on his desk. Pushing him down on his bed with a firm order to rest, he place a hand on his forehead. He frowned. "You do feel a bit hot."
Taichi was blushing uncontrollably. He turned away. "Well, that's for bringing my stuff. I'm such a dork at times."
Yamato sat down on the bed. He looked thoughtful. "Maybe I should make you some soup. You like my chicken soup, right?" He grinned. "I make a mean chicken soup. That'll make you feel better in a hurry."
Taichi peered up at him. Yamato would cook for him? His food was legendary. He, himself, had only tasted it a few times in all the years they've known each other and here he was going to cook for him? For *him*? Usually Yamato left in a hurry when he brought his schoolbooks.
"Th, Thanks, Yamato. But --"
Yamato shook his head. He was already on his feet, heading for the door. "It'll only take me a few minutes to run to the store. I'll be right back."
"Yamato!" But he was already gone and a few moments later, he heard the door open and shut again.
Taichi buried his head into the pillow. What a fine mess he was in now… but at least Yamato was cooking for him. Maybe he was wrong; maybe Yamato really did like him.
He couldn't leave things like this. This pain that in the pit of his belly demanded he do something and if Yamato was going to be here for a while… Just maybe he *could* convince Yamato who he truly loved.
It seemed like a long-shot, but it was better then laying still with this grief.
Yamato returned in a little under twenty minutes. He popped his head into the room and Taichi shifted over to greet him with a smile. "Sorry it took so long," he said. "I got lost."
Taichi shook his head. "You don't have to cook for me. I don't want you to get what I have…"
Yamato was still for a moment. "Taichi Yagami, are you implying that I don't know how to cook? Is that what you're saying?"
Taichi's mouth fell open. "No! You're a wonderful cook. I just don't want you to put yourself out or anything. Especially with the dance this weekend."
Yamato smiled and hummed as he walked out of the room. "Soup'll be on in half an hour," he yelled from the kitchen.
Taichi felt himself nod off as he waited, listening to the snippets of Yamato's singing. His voice always calmed him where nothing else could (though Yamato never took it as a compliment to his singing.)
A hand on his forehead woke him from the light nap. Yamato had a tray with him. "You were sleeping," he stated.
"You were singing," Taichi shrugged.
Yamato arched an eyebrow. "Do you want this soup that I've been slaving over or should I pour it down the drain? I'm sure you're mother could cook you up something real nice." He smirked.
Taichi sat up and Yamato set the tray over his legs. "It's good. My own special recipe. You must tell me how much you love it, though."
Taichi took a sip, his eyes on Yamato the whole time. There was no true way to explain how it tasted, other then it was the most heavenly thing he had ever eaten in his life.
*Maybe I should be sick more often,* he thought and said, "this is very good, Yamato. I'm surprised." He took another sip.
Yamato nodded. "Of course. I made it."
"Yeah, yeah." Taichi rolled his eyes. "I was figuring it would be something nasty, ya know. You never cook and all. I'm surprised."
Yamato chuckled. "There is more in the pot if you want it and I cleaned up after myself so I'll be on my way now." Yamato stood, smiling down at him.
Taichi could feel his heart pound in his ears. This was the time for attention. No more weak-willed Taichi. He'd go out there and get the blond. All he has to do is say it. Just say 'I love you, Yamato.' Four easy words. Maybe follow it up with 'I'd like to go out with you' and a kiss. That wasn't too complicated.
He set the tray to his side and slid out of bed.
Yamato paused at the doorway to see what the rustling was. He frowned when he saw Taichi stand. "Hey, you're sick. You've contaminated me enough by bringing you the soup, don't do any more damage."
"Yamato," Taichi started but let it drop. He walked slowly over to him, searching for the correct words. "Yamato, I…" His mind was a complete blank and he felt the sick feeling of fear wash over him.
Yamato tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "what?"
Taichi looked at the ground for a few moments before flinging himself on Yamato and pulling the slightly taller man down into a kiss. Yamato was shocked frozen it seemed, but that didn't matter to Taichi.
With a flushed face, Taichi cried, "I love you Yamato! I want to go to the dance with you!"
Yamato seemed to animate and he untangled himself from his friend. "Taichi… I…" He bit his bottom lip and shook his head, a perplexed look on his face. "I… I'm sorry. I'm going with Sora." He turned around and walked out of the room and the house.
Taichi's legs collapsed under him and he felt the tears well in his eyes. What was he going to do when the love of his life had just rejected him?
t.b.c.
Another new story from me. Will I ever stop? Review if you want. Always makes me write faster when I know people want to read more.
Rating: R
Couples: Daichi (main). Taito, Yamachi, Kensuke, and Taken (lesser).
Notes: I should give OOC warning to all of my characters, just in case. This is a work in progress. If there is anything blaringly bad in this fic, tell me and I'll be happy to change it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters.
Chapter 1
*Smooth*
Taichi Yagami sighed at his reflection. Prefect hair, volumized by a forth a can of air spray, was his pride and joy. It took an hour out of his morning each day to make it stand up just so and to give it that 'I just woke up and didn't have time to do my hair' look that everyone was crazy about.
Not least of all Taichi himself.
"Damn," he muttered, twisting around to check out his backside. "Perfection all the way around."
He grinned and tugged the last piece of hair into place. This was the day he was going to win Yamato Ishida over for good. No more of this shit they played to 'get the girls jealous'.
Pretend dating had given the girls reason to wonder, but Yamato's play-boy attitude usually swayed any thoughts about them being a true couple. They'd gone to a couple school dances together, but they always split up at the door and Taichi was reduced to watching his golden lover from the wings (where he hid from his fan club.)
But that would all stop with this dance. Yamato would be his date, his alone, and they'd dance just like in his dreams. No giving him over for lots of laughs and then being the toy to whoever wanted to dance with him.
In short: no more weak-willed Taichi!
He grabbed his book bag and toed on his shoes. One last check in the mirror (perfect, like it had been a second ago) and he was out the door. He walked a block and waved when he saw his friend, Koushiro.
They exchanged the usual pleasantries and proceeded the walk-o-death to his high school.
*Just one more year,* he thought. *Just one more and I'm out of here.* He smiled. Soccer practice was today as well.
"You seem happy," said Koushiro, a childhood friend. He was a whole foot short then Taichi, though his own spiking hair made up half the difference it seemed, and it was a constant source of fun for Taichi. "What's up? Is the world coming to an end? Taichi Yagami happy to be going to school?" He shuddered.
Taichi grabbed his head and ruffled the spiky hair. Koushiro growled and batted his hand away. "You would think that, wouldn't you, Geek."
Koushiro snorted. "At least I'm not a brainless jock."
"Whatever."
"No, really." Koushiro peered up at him with his intense brown eyes. "What's up? Are you finally going to admit you're in love with Yamato?"
Taichi chocked on the air he breathed in. "Wh, What are you talking about, Koushiro?" His cheeks flushed and he looked away.
Koushiro gave a throaty laugh. "Like you could ever hid anything, especially from me."
"So what?" Taichi scuffed the toe of his shoe into the cement.
But Koushiro smiled at him. "I wish you luck winning him over. I know you're best friends, but I think Yamato is the straightest man I've ever known." He sighed. "Just… be careful. I don't want you getting yourself hurt over him."
Taichi eyed him and frowned. "I think it's too late for that, Kou-kun."
They remained silent for the rest of the walk to school and said meek 'Goodbyes' as the parted ways, each going to his own locker.
**
Yamato was sitting at their usual lunch table, eating and laughing at some stupid joke one of the girls had made. He was so gorgeous like that, totally unassuming. And the rest of the gang was clustered around him, trying to gain just a bit of his attention.
Of course, Taichi never doubted once that Yamato knew he was the most breath-taking creature in the school, possibly the whole city. He had it down to a science, he once shared with his best friend. It was easy: just pretend you understand and are interested and let everything else slide.
Taichi stood there, cafeteria lunch in hand, watching him; like an idiot.
A sharp feeling came over him; he *shouldn't* ask Yamato out for the dance. How cruel and un-natural would that be? Someone like him, ugly and stupid as a bat compared to Yamato, asking him to the school dance?
And how could Yamato possibly agree to go with him? His whole reputation would be on stake. What if the school turned on him? Taichi didn't give a rat's ass about what anyone thought of him (well, maybe for the exception of Yamato) but Yamato was a gentle soul.
And the darker, more horrid thought came up: what if Yamato turned him down? How could he ever live through that? It was fine and good to pretend, like their little game, but real confession was something that couldn't be taken back. What if Yamato hated him?
He forced his legs to move. He couldn't risk a scene in the middle of the lunch room. He sat down in his usual place, down next to Yamato.
"Glad you found the way, genius," said Koushiro, grinning.
*If he said anything… I'm going to shot him.*
The blond smiled when he came and nodded his welcome. He seemed completely oblivious to anything out of the ordinary. That was good. He was in a good mood; that was even better.
"Hi guys!" Taichi said, a plastered smile over the scared rabbit look he'd been sporting.
"Taichi!" Mimi leaned over, a smug smile on her face. Her hair was purple today, with a ton of sparkly jeweled barrettes. "We're all waiting: who are you two going with this dance? Together or separate?"
Taichi's mouth opened to answer and Yamato cut him off. "Actually," he started, a smile forming on his lips, "I've decided to break out tradition and go with Sora this year."
Taichi felt like the wind had been kicked out of him. Of all the things… It was their tradition. Every since the pack they made in Junior High (to forsake girls for all eternity), they've been going to these dances together. How could he break it and then forget to inform him?
But Yamato was grinning and laughing and elbowing his ribs, like it was some cute joke.
Taichi quickly masked the look of surprise and disgust off his face. "Wow. I wish you'd told me sooner. I'd've found someone to go with."
Mimi nodded as if she'd expected the announcement for a long time. "Yeah, I've been waiting for you two to come out."
What was Mimi talking about? Where had he been? Up in the clouds somewhere? He furrowed his brows. He'd remembered Yamato taking leave of some of their activities (sighting different excuses) but he had never seen Sora and Yamato together together. Was this what Koushiro was talking about?
He looked at his old friend. Koushiro was giving him his 'I told you so, but I still feel sorry for you' look.
Mimi turned her gaze onto him. "And you, Taichi? Who's the lucky lady?"
*Who's the lucky lady?* What a sickening thought. Taichi put on his 'come and fuck me' face and said, "Maybe you, Mimi-chan," in his most sultry voice. "How about it?"
Mimi laughed and waved a hand at him. "Already have a date. Too bad, so sad."
He perked a bit. "Who?"
"The new boy." She sat back. "What's his name? Ah. Ah. Daisuke Motomiya! He'll be my date."
Taichi sighed. He'd never heard of him, nor did he care. He could feel all eyes on him and he just wanted to shrink away. How can they be so… happy when his heart had just been crushed? "Have you asked him this yet?"
Mimi pushed the hair off her shoulder and shrugged. "Nah, but who can resist me?" She winked at him.
"Hey," Yamato said after a moment. "I recognize that name. Daisuke is my little brother's best friend." He took a drink of milk. "I guess he moved. Takeru didn't tell me, though."
Taichi concentrated on his food, though eating was the last thing he wanted to do. Why should he be surprised or stunned? Of course this is how it would happen in real life. Yamato wouldn't want something like him, not when he could have something pure and angelic like Sora.
And the worst part about it was that he couldn't find any way to fault Sora. She was the nicest, most considerate person he knew. If angels could be born into human flesh, she'd be one of them. If anyone should hook up with him, it would be Sora.
He stood, a plate of still-eaten food in hand. "I forgot that I have to help Mr. Metluz with a lab we're going to have today. I know you all will miss me but you'll survive somehow." He dumped his tray in the nearest garbage and fled the cafeteria -
And somehow managed to fall sprawled over another person.
He sat up and rubbed his head. He'd slipped on something, water or juice or something. He didn't particularly care at that moment. "Hey, I'm sorry man. I slipped."
The other boy was rubbed his back with one hand and waved off the apology. At leave he was cool about it. "I should've been looking at where I was walking."
They helped each other stand up.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Taichi, examining the wet spot in his pants.
The boy smiled brilliantly, showing off a straight row of white teeth. "I'm great. Hey, are you Taichi Yagami, the captain of the soccer team?"
"Ah, yeah." Weird. How could this boy not know of him? He was one of the most popular boys in the school. He shrugged it off a second later. He wanted to escape to the small, dark recesses of his room.
"I'm Daisuke Motomiya. I just moved here." The boy held out his hand. "It's a great pleasure to meet you! I've played against your team."
Taichi smiled absently and shook his hand. "Yeah. Hey, why don't you come by the field today. Maybe the couch'll find a place on the team for you." Daisuke held onto his hand for a moment longer then Taichi had considered normal.
He was certainly as handsome as the reports had said. Auburn hair framed a golden tanned face and laughing brown eyes. He was a bit shorter then Taichi, but it wasn't an unpleasant difference, and one could tell just by looking at him how fit he was.
"I'll be there."
They parted ways and Taichi spent a wistful moment on the memory of his face. He pushed it away, giving a small prayer to whoever, and ditched school. His parents wouldn't be home and no one ever thought he was under eighteen.
It was easy.
**
The door bell rang and Taichi groaned, having to get up to get the door.
"Taichi." Taichi turned around. Yamato stood, with books taken from his locker in hand. "Where'd you go? Or, why'd you leave, I should say?"
Taichi smile weakly. "I think I'm sick. I don't feel too good so I thought I'd just take the rest of the day off." He shrugged. "I only had two classes left anyway."
Yamato followed him to his room and set the books down on his desk. Pushing him down on his bed with a firm order to rest, he place a hand on his forehead. He frowned. "You do feel a bit hot."
Taichi was blushing uncontrollably. He turned away. "Well, that's for bringing my stuff. I'm such a dork at times."
Yamato sat down on the bed. He looked thoughtful. "Maybe I should make you some soup. You like my chicken soup, right?" He grinned. "I make a mean chicken soup. That'll make you feel better in a hurry."
Taichi peered up at him. Yamato would cook for him? His food was legendary. He, himself, had only tasted it a few times in all the years they've known each other and here he was going to cook for him? For *him*? Usually Yamato left in a hurry when he brought his schoolbooks.
"Th, Thanks, Yamato. But --"
Yamato shook his head. He was already on his feet, heading for the door. "It'll only take me a few minutes to run to the store. I'll be right back."
"Yamato!" But he was already gone and a few moments later, he heard the door open and shut again.
Taichi buried his head into the pillow. What a fine mess he was in now… but at least Yamato was cooking for him. Maybe he was wrong; maybe Yamato really did like him.
He couldn't leave things like this. This pain that in the pit of his belly demanded he do something and if Yamato was going to be here for a while… Just maybe he *could* convince Yamato who he truly loved.
It seemed like a long-shot, but it was better then laying still with this grief.
Yamato returned in a little under twenty minutes. He popped his head into the room and Taichi shifted over to greet him with a smile. "Sorry it took so long," he said. "I got lost."
Taichi shook his head. "You don't have to cook for me. I don't want you to get what I have…"
Yamato was still for a moment. "Taichi Yagami, are you implying that I don't know how to cook? Is that what you're saying?"
Taichi's mouth fell open. "No! You're a wonderful cook. I just don't want you to put yourself out or anything. Especially with the dance this weekend."
Yamato smiled and hummed as he walked out of the room. "Soup'll be on in half an hour," he yelled from the kitchen.
Taichi felt himself nod off as he waited, listening to the snippets of Yamato's singing. His voice always calmed him where nothing else could (though Yamato never took it as a compliment to his singing.)
A hand on his forehead woke him from the light nap. Yamato had a tray with him. "You were sleeping," he stated.
"You were singing," Taichi shrugged.
Yamato arched an eyebrow. "Do you want this soup that I've been slaving over or should I pour it down the drain? I'm sure you're mother could cook you up something real nice." He smirked.
Taichi sat up and Yamato set the tray over his legs. "It's good. My own special recipe. You must tell me how much you love it, though."
Taichi took a sip, his eyes on Yamato the whole time. There was no true way to explain how it tasted, other then it was the most heavenly thing he had ever eaten in his life.
*Maybe I should be sick more often,* he thought and said, "this is very good, Yamato. I'm surprised." He took another sip.
Yamato nodded. "Of course. I made it."
"Yeah, yeah." Taichi rolled his eyes. "I was figuring it would be something nasty, ya know. You never cook and all. I'm surprised."
Yamato chuckled. "There is more in the pot if you want it and I cleaned up after myself so I'll be on my way now." Yamato stood, smiling down at him.
Taichi could feel his heart pound in his ears. This was the time for attention. No more weak-willed Taichi. He'd go out there and get the blond. All he has to do is say it. Just say 'I love you, Yamato.' Four easy words. Maybe follow it up with 'I'd like to go out with you' and a kiss. That wasn't too complicated.
He set the tray to his side and slid out of bed.
Yamato paused at the doorway to see what the rustling was. He frowned when he saw Taichi stand. "Hey, you're sick. You've contaminated me enough by bringing you the soup, don't do any more damage."
"Yamato," Taichi started but let it drop. He walked slowly over to him, searching for the correct words. "Yamato, I…" His mind was a complete blank and he felt the sick feeling of fear wash over him.
Yamato tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "what?"
Taichi looked at the ground for a few moments before flinging himself on Yamato and pulling the slightly taller man down into a kiss. Yamato was shocked frozen it seemed, but that didn't matter to Taichi.
With a flushed face, Taichi cried, "I love you Yamato! I want to go to the dance with you!"
Yamato seemed to animate and he untangled himself from his friend. "Taichi… I…" He bit his bottom lip and shook his head, a perplexed look on his face. "I… I'm sorry. I'm going with Sora." He turned around and walked out of the room and the house.
Taichi's legs collapsed under him and he felt the tears well in his eyes. What was he going to do when the love of his life had just rejected him?
t.b.c.
Another new story from me. Will I ever stop? Review if you want. Always makes me write faster when I know people want to read more.