Notes: A holiday sort of yamakeru fic. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't need to say it.
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A flame burned in the fire place of the rented cottage where the Ishida family
was spending their Christmas. Divorce had split them years ago, but they felt
it was best if they let their kids see each other during the holidays. For the
moment, Takeru and Yamato were alone. Their parents had gone out to
purchase what would be their Christmas dinner, and the two boys were
happy to spend some time together without the presence of their parents.
Yamato was laid out on a couch that faced the fire, and Takeru was
sitting in an antique leather chair that was clearly made for someone far
larger than the nine-year-old boy. Still, he was plenty comfortable in it.
Takeru's mind was unsettled by various thoughts that he was having, but he
tried to just let them melt away as the fire warmed his body. He knew that
feeling that way about his brother simply wasn't right. It couldn't be. He
wasn't supposed to like other boys, and you're 'specially never supposed to
feel those sorts of things things towards your family. Takeru let out a sigh,
knowing that despite what the world told him, he couldn't make his feelings
go away.
Pretending to be asleep on the couch, Yamato was dealing with his
own mixed feelings. His experience that past summer had meant so much,
and he had experienced so many things he wasn't used to. The bond he made
with Taichi was more than friendship, and they both knew it, but what could
they do? They didn't exactly expect their parents to be wild over the idea of
two twelve-year-old boys dating, and they didn't really expect their friends to
understand either. But his feelings for Taichi weren't the only thing that the
trip to the digital world had revealed to Yamato. He had also come to
understand that his feelings toward his younger brother were very similar to
his ones for Taichi. He knew it was awful. He knew what it meant. But he
didn't understand why he could feel something that everyone said he
shouldn't, or why he couldn't get rid of the feeling. Yamato was quite simply
confused. He curled up closer within himself, hoping Takeru believed that he
was sleeping.
"'nii-chan?" Takeru spoke softly. Yamato turned over on the couch,
facing towards the fire and his little brother.
"What is it, Takeru?"
"Do you think it can be wrong to...love someone?"
"What do you mean, Otouto-chan?"
"Well, y'know, love is s'pposed ta be a good feeling, but you're not
s'pposed to love everyone the same way."
"I'm not understanding you at all, Takeru."
"Like family. You're not s'pposed to love your family the same way
you love other people. But as long as you love them, why does it matter?"
"I suppose it doesn't really matter," Yamato said, wondering just
where his little brother was going with this.
"Onii-chan?"
"Yeah, Takeru?"
"I love you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like mom an' dad love each other- well, like moms an' dads
are s'pposed ta love each other."
"I love you too, Takeru."
"Really?" A smile brightened Takeru's face as he realized that his
brother felt exactly how Takeru wanted him to feel.
"Yeah. This summer in the digital world made me realize just how
much I care about you. I feel different about you than I'm supposed to, but
it's ok. As long as we have each other."
"Gee, 'nii-chan, I'm feelin' kinda cold," Takeru said, his teeth
chattering a bit.
"Come here," Yamato told the boy. Takeru came over to the couch and
Yamato pulled him down onto it so that he was laying facing his brother.
Yamato then reached up and pulled a blanket that was hanging over the
couch down onto the two of them. Takeru nuzzled up against his brother, and
Yamato reached his arms around him in response. Takeru put his lips to
Yamato's, and the two boys shared a soft kiss before Takeru drifted off to
sleep in his arms. Yamato followed soon after.
(END)
All commentary welcomed and encouraged.
Disclaimer: I don't need to say it.
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A flame burned in the fire place of the rented cottage where the Ishida family
was spending their Christmas. Divorce had split them years ago, but they felt
it was best if they let their kids see each other during the holidays. For the
moment, Takeru and Yamato were alone. Their parents had gone out to
purchase what would be their Christmas dinner, and the two boys were
happy to spend some time together without the presence of their parents.
Yamato was laid out on a couch that faced the fire, and Takeru was
sitting in an antique leather chair that was clearly made for someone far
larger than the nine-year-old boy. Still, he was plenty comfortable in it.
Takeru's mind was unsettled by various thoughts that he was having, but he
tried to just let them melt away as the fire warmed his body. He knew that
feeling that way about his brother simply wasn't right. It couldn't be. He
wasn't supposed to like other boys, and you're 'specially never supposed to
feel those sorts of things things towards your family. Takeru let out a sigh,
knowing that despite what the world told him, he couldn't make his feelings
go away.
Pretending to be asleep on the couch, Yamato was dealing with his
own mixed feelings. His experience that past summer had meant so much,
and he had experienced so many things he wasn't used to. The bond he made
with Taichi was more than friendship, and they both knew it, but what could
they do? They didn't exactly expect their parents to be wild over the idea of
two twelve-year-old boys dating, and they didn't really expect their friends to
understand either. But his feelings for Taichi weren't the only thing that the
trip to the digital world had revealed to Yamato. He had also come to
understand that his feelings toward his younger brother were very similar to
his ones for Taichi. He knew it was awful. He knew what it meant. But he
didn't understand why he could feel something that everyone said he
shouldn't, or why he couldn't get rid of the feeling. Yamato was quite simply
confused. He curled up closer within himself, hoping Takeru believed that he
was sleeping.
"'nii-chan?" Takeru spoke softly. Yamato turned over on the couch,
facing towards the fire and his little brother.
"What is it, Takeru?"
"Do you think it can be wrong to...love someone?"
"What do you mean, Otouto-chan?"
"Well, y'know, love is s'pposed ta be a good feeling, but you're not
s'pposed to love everyone the same way."
"I'm not understanding you at all, Takeru."
"Like family. You're not s'pposed to love your family the same way
you love other people. But as long as you love them, why does it matter?"
"I suppose it doesn't really matter," Yamato said, wondering just
where his little brother was going with this.
"Onii-chan?"
"Yeah, Takeru?"
"I love you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like mom an' dad love each other- well, like moms an' dads
are s'pposed ta love each other."
"I love you too, Takeru."
"Really?" A smile brightened Takeru's face as he realized that his
brother felt exactly how Takeru wanted him to feel.
"Yeah. This summer in the digital world made me realize just how
much I care about you. I feel different about you than I'm supposed to, but
it's ok. As long as we have each other."
"Gee, 'nii-chan, I'm feelin' kinda cold," Takeru said, his teeth
chattering a bit.
"Come here," Yamato told the boy. Takeru came over to the couch and
Yamato pulled him down onto it so that he was laying facing his brother.
Yamato then reached up and pulled a blanket that was hanging over the
couch down onto the two of them. Takeru nuzzled up against his brother, and
Yamato reached his arms around him in response. Takeru put his lips to
Yamato's, and the two boys shared a soft kiss before Takeru drifted off to
sleep in his arms. Yamato followed soon after.
(END)
All commentary welcomed and encouraged.