Author's notes: I am a Taito/Yamachi and Daiken/Kensuke freak. I also happen to like the pairing I 'hint' at below (It's only a 'hint' in the first part though), Yamaken/Yamaten/Kenato/Kento/Kenyama. Yeah Anyways. the following containts yaoi, shounen-ai, yuri, shoujo-ai(sp.?) and same sex relationships. Rating is for content and language, because I have a potty mouth that can't be cleaned with formalahyde(sp.)
Flames light the fire in my place in eternity. Ask my sister:) Good day, and please come again. Mimi isn't included or mentioned at all in the first part. She is in America, so why should I add her, the fickle bitch. Oops, sorry.
Disclaimer: I own a car, a lamp, and a radio. Guess which one works. I don't own Digimon. I use the characters for my own perverse, and temporary, pleasure. The characters contained herein are property of others than myself. The plot is not terribly original, but I can but try.
Warning: Again, yaoi and yuri. Possible sexual content, and some really bad fucking language. Got it? If not, too damn bad. You were warned. Thank you, and please come again.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM THE EVIL ONE.
A/n/2: I love Yama, but I did really bad things to him in the beginning. I am sooooo sorry. Please don't flame me for it, it's just a strong illustration of the situation. Really.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Impossible
Content: Yaoi, yuri, and Kenato
Yagami Taichi listened with disgust as his best friend puked his guts out. It would be the last time that Ishida Yamato let him cook dinner. At least without constant supervision.
They were supposed to be celebrating Matt's seventeenth birthday, but things had taken a decidedly nasty turn. Neither had spoken a word when Tai had put the food on the table. Out of loyalty, the blonde had suffered throught with silence.
Afterwards, they had looked at each other mutely. Tehn Yam ahad jumped up and ran for hte bathroom. That had been nearly forty minutes ago. it showed no signs of letting up, either.
A knock sounded on the door and the brunette waved the rest of hte digi-dstined inside. They were all going to a concert in celebration of Yamato's birthday, but it looked like he wouldn't make it.
Takaishi Takeru assessed the sounds coming from hte bathrrom quickly and knocked on the door. Noone responded, so he slipped his head inside, and pulled it back quickly at the smell. His face green, he asked, "Who's got a strong stomach?"
The doctor-in-training, Kido Jyou, stepped forward. He went into the bathrrom and shut the door. Everyone waited expectantly for several minutes, but the sound of vomiting didn't stop. Joe came back out, his face pale. More so than usual.
"What did he eat?" Tai flushed a deep, guilty red, and mumbled something under his breath. "What was that, Tai?"
"I cooked dinner! I think I may have used a bit too much seasoning, though." Hikari patted his back comfortingly, remembering her brother's failed attempts to cook for her. Sora and Koushiro burst into laughter. Takenouchi and Izumi had been laughing a lot together since they had started going out a few weeks before.
Iori went into the kitchen and put water in the teapot on hte stove. Since he doubted Yamato would be able to answer, he didn't ask where the tea was kept. Miyako Inoue stood outside teh door to hte bathroom, talking in gibberish, as if calming a three-year-old.
Motomiya Daisuke and Ichijouji Ken stood in the middle of the living room and tried to stay out of everyone else's way.
"So, what are we going to do, guys?" Taichi, the original leader of the Chosen Children, looked uncertain. Nobody said anything, so Daisuke stepped in.
"Somebody should stay here, but we have twelve tickets paid for, and that's a lot of money to go to waste. We paid a lot of money, and I'd rather only have to reimburse part of two, that to let a dozen go to complete waste." They all nodded in agreement. "So, any volunteers?"
Iori and Ken raised their hands immediately. Neither wanted to go to the concert, because it was rock, and neither of them cared for it. Hyou, Taichi, and Takeru raised their hands, and Izzy, Hikari, and Sora gave half-hearted waves. Miyako outright refused, because she couldn't handle pain and sickness.
"Sorry, Tai, but I think you've done enough. Jyou, T.K., I don't think either of you could do this without joining him. Iori is too young, no offense, and I don't think his grandfather would approve."
"The same could be said for you and I, Davis." Kari pointed out. "That leaves Sora, Koushiro, and Ken. I don't think anyone would doubt the competence of the boy genius." She smiled to soften the last statement. Ken could be touchy about his whole 'image' thing.
"I'll do it. If one of them had to stay, the other would be miserable. I don't really care much for the music, either, tell the truth." Ken looked at Sora and Izzy with a slight smile.
"Good, then it's settled." Daisuke herded everyone out of hte door, while Tai yelled there plans to Yamato. His only reply was unintelligible.
Iori was the last one out.. Ken stopped him. "Do you know of a certain recipe for upset stomachs?" The younger boy shook his head without revealling a hint of emotion. He was secretly surprised and please by the seriousness of the question.
Tai smiled guiltily at Ken from the hallway as the younger boy shut the door quietly. He went into the kitchen and found the tea that Iori had set out. Then he went in search of wafers that he found in the back of a cupboard.
He poured the tea, and sat everything on a tray, which he carried to the bathroom. He didn't bother to knock as he balanced the tray on one hand. The smell assailed him first. It was the stench of vomit and feces. However, the sight was the part that made him cringe inwardly.
The normally proud and beautiful Ishida Yamato was slung across the seat of the toilet weakly, between spells. There were places on the floor and himself where he had missed. He had also soiled himself at some point. Ken kept his reaction to himself and set the tray on the counter.
Careful of the mess on the floor, he knelt down and pulled Matt's hair away from his face. Blue eyes met his, and Ken was taken aback by the anger and scorn before he realized hat it was a defense mechanism in an embarrassing situation.
"Where do you keep the handtowels?" The blonde pointed into the hallway. Ken found them with a minimum effort and returned to run one under the faucet. He was the sweat off of Matt's forehead, then gently washed hte rest of his face and neck.
He returned to the hall to grab several bathtowels, which he layed across the floor so that he could sit next to the older boy. He took several crackers from the tray and held one up to Yamato's mouth. Blue eyes looked at him balefully before he slowly opened his mouth. After a handful of crackers and half a cup of tea, Matt stopped glaring at him.
*Now that he's stopped glaring at me, I have to start the hard part.*
Ten minutes had passed since the others left, when Ken stood up. Yama hadn't puked again, so Ken asked, "Where's your room?" He pointed back into the hallway and waved to the left. The genius nodded and left, only to return a moment later with a completely new outfit.
Yama's eyes grew wide when Ken shut hte door and he realized what the younger one had planned. He tried to protest, but his throat wouldn't respond, and Ken was ignoring him anyways.
Instead, the blue-haired boy started the water and pulled the shower head down. "I don't plan on doing this myself. I'll give you a minute to get in, then I'm coming back to pick up this mess.
True to his promise, Ken opened the door in precisely sixy seconds. Matt had to jump into hte shower to avoid being seen. Even then, he had to throw some of his clothes around the curtain. Within minutes, both the boy and the room smelled better.
ken found the washer and dryer, and put all of the soiled materials inside. The cloth jacket he was wearing was dirty also. He took it off and inspected the white T-shirt underneath it. It was still clean. He headed back to the bathroom to check on Yamato.
The room was empty. Water still dripped from the showerhead, and wet footprints lead out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and to the closed door of the blonde's room. he wiped off the mirror, hung a handtowel over a rod, and shut off the light. Back in the kitchen, he set about making a light meal. he other boy might not want to eat, but he would feel better with a ful stomach. Of edible food.
Matt walked into the kitchen to find a warm plate of food wainting for him on the table. He sat down adn eyed it wearily, as if if were poisoned. Ken pushed a fork into his hand. Surprisingly, he didn't say a word.
*I shouldn't give in this easy* thought Matt, *Even if I don't think I could win this war.*
"If you're feeling better, we might try something a little more filling, but I thought this would do it." Matt nodded taking a small bite of the -lightly- seasoned rice. Ken waited while he ate, having had dinner at home. When the plate was cleared, they looked at each other across the table.
Matt broke the silence. "Why you?" His voice was dry and raspy sounding, the after effect of throwing up for forty-five minutes.
"What's the matter, Ishida? Tired of my company, already?" Ken spoke without any real rancor. He didn't really have a reason to be mad at Yamato, but he also knew that what the blonde wanted was an argument. Ken could handle that.
The older boy opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself. Ken was the one who had stayed, cleaned up -him- and his house, and he was being an ungrateful bastard by trying to start a fight.
Ken noticed the change in him and smiled inwardly.After being best friends with a person as volatile and impulsive as Daisuke, you learned to appreciate the people who thought before they spoke. Blue eyes looked into violet. A little more friendly, "Why you?"
"I was old enough to be responisble enough, and not into the concert enought to care. And I wouldn't try to share your bowl with you. Can you believe, that Jyou..." Realizing how rude that comment would have been, he let his voice trail off.
Matt let it go. "So, what's on the game plan?" He really didn't want anyone around after that episode, but he didn't know if his stomach liked him any better, and he didn't really want to be alone.
"I'll stay until they come back, or you feel better.Which reminds me. Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, dear Yamato. Happy birthday, to you." Matt raised an eyebrow as Ken actually sang to him. Catching the look, the other boy shrugged.
"Daisuke and I had a bet. I lost, and that was my punishment." He said it simply, without inflection, but Matt caught the quick look in his eye.
"What was the bet?" Violet eyes looked away quickly, then returned. Ken shrugged and shook his head casually. A little too casually. "Ken?"
After much hesitation, prodding, and mumbling, Ken finally blurted out: "Daisuke told me you were gay, and I told him you weren't, and then we overheard your conversation with Tai and T.K., and I lost, and I didn't want to tell you, so don't be mad!"
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End part/chapter one. I love cliffhangers. When they get finished.
This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
I hope you all enjoyed that. Here's a contest for all who are interested.
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, exluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
End Note: I do believe that I screwed up the crests. If so, I am very, very sorry. Thank you for reading
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com
Flames light the fire in my place in eternity. Ask my sister:) Good day, and please come again. Mimi isn't included or mentioned at all in the first part. She is in America, so why should I add her, the fickle bitch. Oops, sorry.
Disclaimer: I own a car, a lamp, and a radio. Guess which one works. I don't own Digimon. I use the characters for my own perverse, and temporary, pleasure. The characters contained herein are property of others than myself. The plot is not terribly original, but I can but try.
Warning: Again, yaoi and yuri. Possible sexual content, and some really bad fucking language. Got it? If not, too damn bad. You were warned. Thank you, and please come again.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM THE EVIL ONE.
A/n/2: I love Yama, but I did really bad things to him in the beginning. I am sooooo sorry. Please don't flame me for it, it's just a strong illustration of the situation. Really.
______________________________________
Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Impossible
Content: Yaoi, yuri, and Kenato
Yagami Taichi listened with disgust as his best friend puked his guts out. It would be the last time that Ishida Yamato let him cook dinner. At least without constant supervision.
They were supposed to be celebrating Matt's seventeenth birthday, but things had taken a decidedly nasty turn. Neither had spoken a word when Tai had put the food on the table. Out of loyalty, the blonde had suffered throught with silence.
Afterwards, they had looked at each other mutely. Tehn Yam ahad jumped up and ran for hte bathroom. That had been nearly forty minutes ago. it showed no signs of letting up, either.
A knock sounded on the door and the brunette waved the rest of hte digi-dstined inside. They were all going to a concert in celebration of Yamato's birthday, but it looked like he wouldn't make it.
Takaishi Takeru assessed the sounds coming from hte bathrrom quickly and knocked on the door. Noone responded, so he slipped his head inside, and pulled it back quickly at the smell. His face green, he asked, "Who's got a strong stomach?"
The doctor-in-training, Kido Jyou, stepped forward. He went into the bathrrom and shut the door. Everyone waited expectantly for several minutes, but the sound of vomiting didn't stop. Joe came back out, his face pale. More so than usual.
"What did he eat?" Tai flushed a deep, guilty red, and mumbled something under his breath. "What was that, Tai?"
"I cooked dinner! I think I may have used a bit too much seasoning, though." Hikari patted his back comfortingly, remembering her brother's failed attempts to cook for her. Sora and Koushiro burst into laughter. Takenouchi and Izumi had been laughing a lot together since they had started going out a few weeks before.
Iori went into the kitchen and put water in the teapot on hte stove. Since he doubted Yamato would be able to answer, he didn't ask where the tea was kept. Miyako Inoue stood outside teh door to hte bathroom, talking in gibberish, as if calming a three-year-old.
Motomiya Daisuke and Ichijouji Ken stood in the middle of the living room and tried to stay out of everyone else's way.
"So, what are we going to do, guys?" Taichi, the original leader of the Chosen Children, looked uncertain. Nobody said anything, so Daisuke stepped in.
"Somebody should stay here, but we have twelve tickets paid for, and that's a lot of money to go to waste. We paid a lot of money, and I'd rather only have to reimburse part of two, that to let a dozen go to complete waste." They all nodded in agreement. "So, any volunteers?"
Iori and Ken raised their hands immediately. Neither wanted to go to the concert, because it was rock, and neither of them cared for it. Hyou, Taichi, and Takeru raised their hands, and Izzy, Hikari, and Sora gave half-hearted waves. Miyako outright refused, because she couldn't handle pain and sickness.
"Sorry, Tai, but I think you've done enough. Jyou, T.K., I don't think either of you could do this without joining him. Iori is too young, no offense, and I don't think his grandfather would approve."
"The same could be said for you and I, Davis." Kari pointed out. "That leaves Sora, Koushiro, and Ken. I don't think anyone would doubt the competence of the boy genius." She smiled to soften the last statement. Ken could be touchy about his whole 'image' thing.
"I'll do it. If one of them had to stay, the other would be miserable. I don't really care much for the music, either, tell the truth." Ken looked at Sora and Izzy with a slight smile.
"Good, then it's settled." Daisuke herded everyone out of hte door, while Tai yelled there plans to Yamato. His only reply was unintelligible.
Iori was the last one out.. Ken stopped him. "Do you know of a certain recipe for upset stomachs?" The younger boy shook his head without revealling a hint of emotion. He was secretly surprised and please by the seriousness of the question.
Tai smiled guiltily at Ken from the hallway as the younger boy shut the door quietly. He went into the kitchen and found the tea that Iori had set out. Then he went in search of wafers that he found in the back of a cupboard.
He poured the tea, and sat everything on a tray, which he carried to the bathroom. He didn't bother to knock as he balanced the tray on one hand. The smell assailed him first. It was the stench of vomit and feces. However, the sight was the part that made him cringe inwardly.
The normally proud and beautiful Ishida Yamato was slung across the seat of the toilet weakly, between spells. There were places on the floor and himself where he had missed. He had also soiled himself at some point. Ken kept his reaction to himself and set the tray on the counter.
Careful of the mess on the floor, he knelt down and pulled Matt's hair away from his face. Blue eyes met his, and Ken was taken aback by the anger and scorn before he realized hat it was a defense mechanism in an embarrassing situation.
"Where do you keep the handtowels?" The blonde pointed into the hallway. Ken found them with a minimum effort and returned to run one under the faucet. He was the sweat off of Matt's forehead, then gently washed hte rest of his face and neck.
He returned to the hall to grab several bathtowels, which he layed across the floor so that he could sit next to the older boy. He took several crackers from the tray and held one up to Yamato's mouth. Blue eyes looked at him balefully before he slowly opened his mouth. After a handful of crackers and half a cup of tea, Matt stopped glaring at him.
*Now that he's stopped glaring at me, I have to start the hard part.*
Ten minutes had passed since the others left, when Ken stood up. Yama hadn't puked again, so Ken asked, "Where's your room?" He pointed back into the hallway and waved to the left. The genius nodded and left, only to return a moment later with a completely new outfit.
Yama's eyes grew wide when Ken shut hte door and he realized what the younger one had planned. He tried to protest, but his throat wouldn't respond, and Ken was ignoring him anyways.
Instead, the blue-haired boy started the water and pulled the shower head down. "I don't plan on doing this myself. I'll give you a minute to get in, then I'm coming back to pick up this mess.
True to his promise, Ken opened the door in precisely sixy seconds. Matt had to jump into hte shower to avoid being seen. Even then, he had to throw some of his clothes around the curtain. Within minutes, both the boy and the room smelled better.
ken found the washer and dryer, and put all of the soiled materials inside. The cloth jacket he was wearing was dirty also. He took it off and inspected the white T-shirt underneath it. It was still clean. He headed back to the bathroom to check on Yamato.
The room was empty. Water still dripped from the showerhead, and wet footprints lead out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and to the closed door of the blonde's room. he wiped off the mirror, hung a handtowel over a rod, and shut off the light. Back in the kitchen, he set about making a light meal. he other boy might not want to eat, but he would feel better with a ful stomach. Of edible food.
Matt walked into the kitchen to find a warm plate of food wainting for him on the table. He sat down adn eyed it wearily, as if if were poisoned. Ken pushed a fork into his hand. Surprisingly, he didn't say a word.
*I shouldn't give in this easy* thought Matt, *Even if I don't think I could win this war.*
"If you're feeling better, we might try something a little more filling, but I thought this would do it." Matt nodded taking a small bite of the -lightly- seasoned rice. Ken waited while he ate, having had dinner at home. When the plate was cleared, they looked at each other across the table.
Matt broke the silence. "Why you?" His voice was dry and raspy sounding, the after effect of throwing up for forty-five minutes.
"What's the matter, Ishida? Tired of my company, already?" Ken spoke without any real rancor. He didn't really have a reason to be mad at Yamato, but he also knew that what the blonde wanted was an argument. Ken could handle that.
The older boy opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself. Ken was the one who had stayed, cleaned up -him- and his house, and he was being an ungrateful bastard by trying to start a fight.
Ken noticed the change in him and smiled inwardly.After being best friends with a person as volatile and impulsive as Daisuke, you learned to appreciate the people who thought before they spoke. Blue eyes looked into violet. A little more friendly, "Why you?"
"I was old enough to be responisble enough, and not into the concert enought to care. And I wouldn't try to share your bowl with you. Can you believe, that Jyou..." Realizing how rude that comment would have been, he let his voice trail off.
Matt let it go. "So, what's on the game plan?" He really didn't want anyone around after that episode, but he didn't know if his stomach liked him any better, and he didn't really want to be alone.
"I'll stay until they come back, or you feel better.Which reminds me. Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, dear Yamato. Happy birthday, to you." Matt raised an eyebrow as Ken actually sang to him. Catching the look, the other boy shrugged.
"Daisuke and I had a bet. I lost, and that was my punishment." He said it simply, without inflection, but Matt caught the quick look in his eye.
"What was the bet?" Violet eyes looked away quickly, then returned. Ken shrugged and shook his head casually. A little too casually. "Ken?"
After much hesitation, prodding, and mumbling, Ken finally blurted out: "Daisuke told me you were gay, and I told him you weren't, and then we overheard your conversation with Tai and T.K., and I lost, and I didn't want to tell you, so don't be mad!"
_____________________________________________
End part/chapter one. I love cliffhangers. When they get finished.
This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
I hope you all enjoyed that. Here's a contest for all who are interested.
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, exluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
End Note: I do believe that I screwed up the crests. If so, I am very, very sorry. Thank you for reading
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com