Prologue
A/N: I haven't written a Digimon fic in forever. Don't worry, I've kept up to par with Harry Potter slash (don't worry, Marcus and Oliver, I haven't forgotten you). Although I am kind of on strike from so I suppose I'm misbehaving. Anyway, rated for a few naughty words and sexual references, and for anything my devious mind devises in subsequent chapters. By the way, this story contains yaoi, slash, homosexuality, or whatever other word turns your world. That means there will be boy on boy action and if you're twelve, you probably shouldn't read it. (Jondy is a hypocrite, she got into Digimon slash when she was twelve. Way, way back. But then Jondy has a dirty mind and a dirty mother who pinches the butts on statues at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.) Don't own 'em, don't want to own 'em, unless they're house trained.
Taichi Yagami didn't like the word 'gay'. He also wasn't fond of 'queer', 'fag', or even 'homosexual'. When push came to shove, he'd just as soon leave all talk of sexuality alone. Taichi preferred to think of soccer, video games, and massive amounts of food. It wasn't that he was simple minded, but rather that he saw no use in over thinking things. Why make life so complicated? All Taichi Yagami really wanted at the tender age of sixteen was to die young and stay pretty. Okay, he didn't really care about staying pretty, as long as he looked good enough that the boys-ahem, girls would flock to him.
The problem was, Taichi's beyond drop dead gorgeous best friend (who happened to be just about the prettiest guy he'd ever laid eyes on) made it so gosh darned difficult to not think about that word. Gay. He was gay. Taichi, not Yamato Ishida, the aforementioned best friend. And there Yamato was, licking away at his bubblegum flavored ice cream cone in the most erotic way Taichi had ever seen.
"Tai? Tai?" Yamato waved his hand back and forth in front of his best friend's face. The brunette had been staring at his ice cream for a full minute. Yamato had planned on asking him if he wanted some, if the boy ever came back down to earth. It was funny, when he'd bought the ice cream, Tai had demanded to know why he always bought the fruity flavors.
"Oh? Ah, sorry Yama. I wasn't really paying attention," Taichi lowered his head guiltily, a blush spreading over his olive skinned cheeks. Taichi had such strange coloring for a Japanese boy. Then again, Yamato wasn't one to talk, with his glossy blonde hair and narrow blue eyes.
"Figures. You ask me to tutor you in Literature, then zone on me."
"Hey! I can't help it. I know The Tale of the Heike is one of Japan's best sellers, but it's so boring! I mean how often can the author describe what a single samurai was wearing?" Taichi demanded.
Yamato laughed, "Apparently every other page."
He had to admit, the Tale of the Heike was a little redundant. It was a great war story, full of nobility and all that jazz, but Yamato preferred a little tamer classic. Perhaps the Tale of Genji. Yeah, Japan's first fictional Casanova tended to make him a bit weepy. He felt like such a woman sometimes, but maybe that was only because his girlfriend called him one. Yamato smiled. Taichi liked to tease him that his girlfriend Sora was more manly than he was. She was rougher than most girls. Yamato loved when she came home from soccer practice, reeking of grass and sweat and Taichi. He didn't think it strange at all that he associated his girlfriend's sweat with the comforting smell of Taichi, or gross for that matter.
"Do you think I could look it up online?" Taichi suggested, "Maybe they have the abbreviated version."
Exasperated, Yamato said, "Tai, you only have to read one chapter. It's like, twelve pages. I swear they only mention late Heian age fashion statements once."
"But, but, but…Yama. I hate reading!"
"I can't read it for you," Yamato warned, acutely aware of how his friend's mind works.
"Do you think Koushiro might?"
"You have to be kidding."
"Uh. Sure. Why not. Hey, I have a date tonight," Taichi perked up at the thought. He was going out with some girl who sat in front of him in Trig, with long black hair and legs up to here. The only problem being, he couldn't remember her name. The guys on the soccer team would be so proud. If only Taichi could manage to be a little more excited about the girl, and not just the pure fact that he had a date. But who could get excited about girls when Yamato was around?
Gulping down the last of his ice cream, the blonde grinned, "That's great. With who? I'll be it's Kazuko, she's hot. Or maybe Yui, from Class B? How about Himeno, from the soccer club? She's really good friends with Sora. I've dated them all. Great in bed."
Taichi rolled his eyes, "I don't want to date any girl who's been in bed with you. She probably has Syphilis."
"I'm quite clean, I'll have you know. Speaking of which, have you even had sex with a girl yet?"
"No," Taichi muttered quietly, digging a toe into the grass, "Some of us don't have groupies surrounding us twenty four seven."
Yamato looked around the park in an exaggerated manner. When he seemed satisfied there was no one else in the immediate area, he said innocently, "There's no one else here. Does that make you my groupie?"
Annoyed, Taichi threw his shoe at him.
"Aw man, put that back on. That is rank."
Most days, it went like this. Taichi and Yamato got together, teased each other mercilessly, got little or no work done, and basically enjoyed each others' company. Neither hinted that they might want to be more than just friends, and on Yamato's part, the thought had never crossed his mind. Once maybe, a long time ago, in the Digiworld. That was back when even his bones seemed chilled and Taichi's punches were the only bit of warmth he could grasp at. For the moment, however, it was only Taichi who suppressed a secret desire for his best friend and masked it with thoughts of soccer practice, video games, and food. But, you know what they say. Once a guy finishes taking care of his hunger, his sleep, and his boredom, a different kind of hunger arises. And one day soon, Taichi's hunger for Yamato was going to cause a problem. He just knew it. Taichi had a knack for predicting when he would cause trouble.
End Chapter One
I'm not used to writing such short chapters.
I already know is going to massacre my pretty indentation and punctuation usage.
And my last complaint for the night is I haven't written a taito ficcy for a good four years. I completely blame my best friend for making me explain the entire plot of Digimon to him.
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