Its young!Taisuke! Strictly not shota though, just a bit of fluff, with hints of yaoi. Don't own Digimon of course.
"I have not!" Daisuke yelled furiously at his sister, flailing his arms frantically through the air.
Jun chuckled deviously, her eyes gleaming with an evil reserved solely for older sisters. "Oh, but you have widdle Dai-chan." she retorted in a mock baby-voice and pinched his cheek.
The redhead batted her hand away and gave her his best glare. "Oh yeah? Prove it then!"
"Alright, I will." Jun replied, clearly pleased with herself and the opportunity to torment her favorite victim further. She beckoned him out of his bedroom and led him into the living room, where she began rummaging through the many old videos they had lying around. "Let's see…where is it..?"
"Where is what exactly?" Daisuke ground out, his annoyance beginning to get the better of him.
"Aha!" Jun yelled triumphantly, holding a tape aloft. She put it into their VCR and hit fast forward.
By now Daisuke was beginning to piece things together. "Oh god, don't tell me…" he grimaced.
Once again Jun's eyes gleamed maliciously, "Oh yes. You remember how mom used to go around taping us all the time? Well she got that too. And a good thing she did, or else yours truly would never have found it." she smirked.
Daisuke watched in horror as she pushed play.
A five year old Daisuke was running around the park wildly, jumping up and down now and then as he trailed after a then-eight year old Taichi, who was walking backwards and smiling at the younger boy's antics. Suddenly the redhead ran over to him and threw his arms into the air expectantly. Taichi nodded and knelt down, allowing Daisuke to clamber onto him for a piggyback ride. The brunette then took off at a run, eliciting screams of joy from his friend.
"Faster Taichi-senpai, faster!"
Jun at least had the courtesy to stop the tape there. "So you see," she explained smugly, turning to face her shocked brother, "You riding Taichi is nothing new, the method has just changed considerably." She smiled sweetly as her brother turned beet red.
Daisuke was trembling from his embarrassment at this point. "I don't -you…" he stammered, dumbstruck by her remark. She couldn't possibly have…
The she-demon in sibling's clothing grinned triumphantly, knowing that she had him backed into a corner. "Oh yes, I know all about your friendship with your dear, handsome Taichi-senpai. Don't worry though," she added on seeing the redhead's panicked expression, "I think its very cute - and I'll even agree to keep quiet about it - for a price."
"Name it." Daisuke said resignedly, totally defeated.
There was that sweet, seemingly-innocent smile again. "Do all of my chores for a month. You can start right now actually. Here." With that she handed him her laundry basket and walked off towards her room, chuckling softly as she went.
"This is exactly why I'm gay." Daisuke sighed and headed for the Laundromat a few blocks away.
Yes, it ends there and if it seems like a bit of cliffhanger, congratulations, it is! Hope you enjoyed Daisuke's torture as much as I did. The continuation should be up relatively fast, as it is already plotted out. And lastly, kindly leave a review with any questions, comments, criticisms, and/or awesome cookie recipes. Thanks muchly!