Sew What by Chyna Rose
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon.
Implies Taito. No apologies for the
title. I came up with this idea
while doing cross stitch. Art
contest at the end. On a side
note, I
recently read over some of my earlier Digimon work. Specifically, my
first bit: Thoughts and Words.
By Tell it Again Joe, I was surprised
that
I managed to write for
Digimon. And now I have how many
Digimon fanfics? I changed a lot in
the
ensuing months since February 2001.
It's all my grandmother's fault.
When we were younger, she
used
to watch me and my sister. She'd come
with her
cloth bag, sit down on the couch and bring out whatever craft project
she was working on. And she'd try to teach us what she
was
doing. Jun never got into it, but I
did.
Yeah. The great Daisuke Motomiya
does needlepoint and crochet.
Laugh it up. Now you know why I keep this talent
hidden. I don't need the others
to find something else to laugh at me
about. And most of the time, I'm
pretty good at hiding
this
hobby.
"Here you go. Oh, Sakura
told me to tell you that the fair's
been
moved to this Saturday. Get one of your
little friends
to
help you set up `cause I have better things to do. I don't care
what
mom says." My sister babbled as she dumped the bag of
supplies I asked her to get carelessly on the table. To my
everlasting embarrassment, it spilled its contents for my friends to
clearly see. Yarn, floss,
fabric, and a few patterns I had been dying
to
get made the confession I had been dreading.
You see, there's nothing wrong with a guy doing something like
this. In fact I love doing
it. I find it very relaxing and
it
will probably help me not to fail home economics if I have to take
it.
(I'm pretty sure I can't cook. No-one
else in my family
can.) But it doesn't really fit in with my image. I don't want the
others to start asking questions that I can't answer. That
I'm
not ready to answer.
Hikari picked up one of the patterns; one with a western dragon
standing over her nest and eggs.
Takeru was smirking,
and
I could feel my entire face go red. Ken
didn't even blink.
"You do needlepoint?"
"Yeah." I mumbled. I kept expecting them to start laughing or
call
me a fag. What did happen, took me by
surprise.
"I always wanted to learn how to do this, but I could never find
anyone to teach me." Hikari said as she put the pattern
back
down.
"You don't… I mean…"
"So you do
needlepoint. My brother cooks in a pink
apron.
No-one but me and Tai tease him about it. And he knows we
don't mean anything by it."
"And let's not forget about the ballet class."
"Thank you Hikari."
"Ballet class?"
"Tai and Sora got into a small fight about two years ago. She
dared him to take ballet lessons.
Long story short, Tai
got
Joyu, Koushiro, Yamato, and Takeru to take the classes with him.
He's
actually pretty good."
"Considering how much time he and Yamato spend practicing at
Yama's apartment, he should be.
Although I don't
know
where they find the space. Neither my
father or Yama is into
house keeping."
"You don't think that…"
"Naw. I mean, can you
picture them together?"
"… You're right. Besides,
I'm pretty sure that Tai likes
Sora."
~~~*@*~~~
"So you see, it's really not
that hard."
The fair had been a success. I
even managed to sell a couple
of
things –which was a surprise to me.
Hikari had invited
the
four of us over to her house to celebrate.
And we will, as soon
as
she opened the door.
"Oh. My. God."
"Uh… hi Kari. What're you
doing home so soon? I thought you
were
going to be out all day."
"Ballet practice huh."
"TK. I can explain."
"Don't bother. I think I'm better off not knowing."
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Art
Contest
I
bet you are wondering what Hikari, Takeru, Ken, and Daisuke saw.
They
saw Yama and Tai making out in the living room
–half our of their leotards.
The
contest is to create a picture of this.
The
winner will get a fic of their choosing.
The
contest ends on December 15, 2001.
Sew What
By: Chyna Rose