Upgrade!-I of II
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Stories-
1. Bonded~Yamato POV, Yamato x Koushiro
2. Chatroom Fun~Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover, Willow x Tara & Jyou x Koushiro
3. Digital Evolution~Gomamon x Patamon (note: lime content)
4. End of the Tunnel~Jyou x Koushiro
5. First~Hikari x Miyako, Hikari x Mimi
6. Friendly Advice~Takeru x Daisuke
7. Full of Grace~Mimi/Sora POV, Mimi x Sora
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Bonded
Notes&Crap:
A/N: *grins* Kira, if your reading this, turn back now. This is a Yamashiro.
Yamato/Koushiro. Matt/Izzy. Just to tell you...now, you 'Mimato', Jyou/Mimi,
Koushiro/Mimi fans can't flame me for this one. Well, you can, but 10 bucks
says it won't be an intelligent flame... And in case any of you didn't get the
title...'Bonded' refers to that they are the only two Digi-Destined who found
their crests together.
Oh, and this whole thing is from Yama's POV.
Hope you like your gift, DCI!
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D/C: Nope. Don't own them, just the fic.
It really doesn't seem that big of a shock.
I mean, let's just face it: I'm not exactly normal.
I will never be normal.
I really don't know what is so weird about me; many kids parents are
divorced.
Maybe it's because I'm...that way.
But, many people are...gay...
So, maybe it's because I'm a digi-destined.
All of us have our little quirks, but I don't think any of them are weird...
Or maybe it's because I'm Ishida Yamato.
A offspring of a failed marriage, a homo, a digi-destined, and a freak.
Figures.
It also figures that I just have to love the one person who couldn't
possibly love me back.
Koushiro thinks that no one knows the way that he looks at Mimi.
But I do.
Those looks...those goddamn looks. Can't he see that she doesn't love him?
Can't he tell that she wants someone else? No...he just looks at her. Like...like she's a golden god.
A goddamn golden god.
It just pains me that he's setting himself up for a heartbreak.
Or maybe, those are just the words of a jealous freak...
"Yamato?" I can hear Gabumon question me. Better make it seem like I'm
all right...
"Yeah, Gabumon?" I answer, hoping that my voice doesn't reflect my mood. He
gives me an odd look.
"Are you all right?" he asked in a concerned manner. I wince mentally.
"Me? Oh, I'm fine." I cover up, hoping he won't see through my lie.
"Are you sure?" he inquires again, obviously worried by this point.
"Yeah, I'm sure." I insist, hoping that he'll back off.
He backs off reluctantly.
I breath in a sigh of relief. I know that if Gabumon kept it up, he would
have got it out of me eventually.
"Yeah, Gabumon." I mutter, so low that no one can hear me. Good. I want it
that way. "Everything is fine. Just fine..."
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It's late. I don't care.
I sometimes feel like the only time I can truly be myself is night.
At night, I don't have to hide myself-my true self-from anything or
anybody...
I sometimes think that everyone only sees a cold, selfish jerk who is way
too overprotective of his little brother.
But I'm more...
I'm much, much more...
"Yamato?" a voice suddenly asks. I whirl around, excepting it to be
Gabumon.
But it's not.
It's Koushiro...
"Koushiro! What are you doing up so late?" I ask, staring down at the
younger boy.
"Well, what are you doing up so late?" he asks back. I smile slightly.
Just like him, to answer a question with a question.
"It's rather pretty, isn't it?" he says, looking up at the sky.
"What?" I ask.
"The night sky." he answers. "It's rather beautiful...I guess I just never took the time to notice." he turns back to me. "Well, it is rather late...I suppose I'll go to sleep now. Goodnight, Yamato."
With that said, he leaves.
I watch him lay down besides Tentomon to go to sleep. He doesn't though. Koushiro stares up at the sky for a little while, a awful look in his eyes. I swear I see them tear up, he then then closes his eyes, squashing them down and going into a restless sleep. I begin to walk toward him cautiously, trying to see if he's really sleeping, or if he's just faking it. My question gets answered when my foot snaps a twig, and he barley stirs.
I wince as I tip-toe my way to him, trying not to make anymore noise. I stare down at him, thinking about the way he looks when he sleeps. He looks...attractive...
Not innocent...
It looks like his innocence is slowly being drained away...
All of us have lost a little bit of innocence during this time...
But, there's something else...
Something about him...
Something that he's not telling us...
I squat down to get a closer view of him. I don't know why...I just want to be able to see him better.
Then, I get closer...closer...closer...
Closer...
I suddenly realize...just how close I was...
Close enough to feel his breath against my mouth...
Close enough to...
Suddenly, I get this urge...
To, to...
I press my lips against his, and...
"Mmmm...mmmph!?" I heard a muffled, surprised cry from underneath me. In a flash, I'm off Koushiro and trying to come up with a good excuse.
"K-Koushiro! W-what are you doing up?" I stammer, feeling my cheeks go red. He's now sitting up, his eyes wide, cheeks red, and two of his fingers touching his lips in shock.
"Uh, Koushiro, I'm really, really sorry, and I promise that I'll never to it again, and, and..." I rush through a lame apology, hoping that he won't tell anyone.
"Don't be." he says, walking toward me. He touches my arm, then pulls it away, blushing. "I always wanted to be kissed, Yamato...but, what I wanted more...was to be kissed...by you."
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Chatroom Fun
Notes&Crap:
A/N: Just for those of you who are wondering, this is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Digimon crossover. Those who are in the chat room are Willow and Koushiro...the couples are Willow/Tara and Jyou/Koushiro. Have fun!
Oh, and about the 2 new episodes: HA! to all you Tai/Sora, Matt/Mimi, Mimi/Izzy, Joe/Mimi, Tai/Mimi, Matt/Sora fans! If that isn't evidence, I don't know WHAT is! Did you hear Tai?! And the tears in Izzy's eyes! And who's name did he scream out when the blanket was thrown over him?! And the little Matt and Tai dolls were...holding....HANDS!!! HA! I SAY HA IN YOUR FACES! And the Izzy doll was CRYING! CRYING I SAY! Why? MAYBE BECAUSE JOE WASN'T THERE!
All_Knowing_One has entered 'Angry Computer Geeks Strike Back' private chat
Willowy_Witch has entered 'Angry Computer Geeks Strike Back' private chat
All_Knowing_One: Hello.
Willowy_Witch: Hey. Anything up?
All_Knowing_One: Well...Jyou...he came back today. So did Yamato, and Mimi...
Willowy_Witch: Did you tell him...?
All_Knowing_One: I tried...everyone else was fighting...we where behind some rocks, I was scared...he held my hand...I tried to tell him...but I couldn't.
Willowy_Witch: I thought you told me that you would tell him.
All_Knowing_One: I can't! He probably doesn't even return my feelings! It would just be a waste!
Willowy_Witch: That's what I said about Tara...but, something happened...
All_Knowing_One: What?
Willowy_Witch: She told me, that she...loved me. And, now, we're...together...
All_Knowing_One: Willow, that's great!
Willowy_Witch: And now, Koushiro, it's time for YOU to get up, and tell Jyou how you really feel. You never know...he might...
All_Knowing_One: But...
Willowy_Witch: What? Are you afraid?
All_Knowing_One:...I have to go now. I'll see you....
Willowy_Witch: Koushiro?
All_Knowing_One has signed off
Koushiro slammed the laptop shut. Was Willow right? Should he tell Jyou? No...it's obvious that he feels for Mimi...telling him would only complicate our friendship. He kicked at a loose pebble, and started back for camp.
"Er, Koushiro? I don't think you should be up so late...and alone...and so far away from camp." someone spoke up. Koushiro turned slightly, and saw Jyou standing there.
"Jyou! Why are you up so late?"
"Well, why are you up so late?" Jyou responded, walking towards him.
"No reason." Koushiro said quickly. A bit too quickly...
"Are you ok?" Jyou asked in a worried manner. Koushiro looked up at Jyou. Should I tell him? After all, there's no time like the present...
"Koushiro? Are you ok?" Jyou asked again, stepping closer to the boy. But, Koushiro, lost in his thoughts, heard nothing. But he won't feel the same way. It would just ruin our friendship.
"Jyou..." Koushiro started, uncertain of what to do.
"Yes, Koushiro?" Jyou asked, worried about the younger boy.
"See, well, the thing is, I kinda, um, it's kinda weird, and a little embarrassing...well, it's um, I...well...I think I love you, Jyou!" Koushiro finally spat out. Jyou nearly fell over.
"You...you...love...me...?" Jyou stuttered, not believing it. Koushiro nodded, looking towards the ground, and braced himself for the words he expected to come out of Jyou's mouth: 'I'm really sorry, but I just don't feel the same way...'
"Koushiro..." Koushiro winced, preparing for the inventible..."I....I...think...I might love you too..."
"N-nani!?" He cried, snapping his head up. "But what about Mimi!?"
"Mimi?" Jyou blinked. "Mimi was never an issue. I guess...I just don't like fighting." he chuckled.
"Then the only issue was..." Koushiro stepped closer to Jyou.
"Us." Jyou finished, closing the distance between them.
~He looks awfully cute in the moonlight...~ Jyou thought. ~I kinda want to...but I couldn't. I just can't...it's too soon.~ Another thought entered his mind. ~Carpe Diem...~ in less than an instant, Jyou pressed his lips against Koushiro's. In exactly 1.4 seconds, Koushiro found himself kissing back.
To: Willowy_Witch@AOL.Com
From: All_Knowing_One@JOL.Com
Subject: What you said...
I told Jyou...he feels the same way! And after I regained consciences, and after he helped me up, we KISSED!
Willow smiled after closing the e-mail. Good. Koushiro had finally told Jyou how he felt...her smile widened as she felt a pair of amrs wrap around her.
"Hey." she whispered softly.
"Hey." Tara's soft voice came back.
"You know that kid I was telling you about?" Willow started.
"Yeah..."
"And you know that guy that he likes?"
"Mmm-mmm..."
"He told him that he liked him. And he likes him back."
"Good. That's one couple that you got together for the books, why don't we work on Xander and Spike together?"
"X-xander? And Spike? Oh, no, Xander isn't..."
"Well, if it isn't obvious that they like each other, I don't know WHAT is."
"I've known Xander for a long time...and..." a sigh was heard. "All right, when do we start?"
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Digital Evolution
A/N: Well, this is the 1000 hit fic for my site...now, I only have to do number 2000, number 1110, then Kenji's gift, and I'm done! And yes, I'm aware that Patamon is out of charecter in this fic, and, if you know me, and you know my site, you should know what kind of fic is this. And, I don't think that I will be writing a story about Veclamon...and, there's something I don't like about this fic, but I can't put my finger on what...
D/C: How many times do I have to write this before you all realize that I don't own them?
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"Goma...oh, Goma..."
I moan this to my lover as I experience pleasure that no digimon has ever experienced. I feel his wet tongue dance across my neck, and the touch of his strong hands on my chest.
I never thought I would love being a human so much, I never thought that I would never want to be a Digimon agian. Never able to fly, never be able to digivolve, never be able to protect Takeru...
Just as long as I'm with him, nothing else matters.
His tounge finds its way to my chest, and his hands move to wrap around my neck.
"Oh, oh god...don't stop." I plead to him, "Just don't stop."
"Never have...never will." It's odd that he says that, considering that we started about 30 minutes ago.
I wonder if Takeru has ever done this with Hikari?
Takeru...wait...
Hold it.
"Goma...Goma...Goma, stop, please..." I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see his reaction. I feel Goma push himself off me.
"What's wrong, Pata?" his concerned, strong, and wonderful voice makes me want to rush back into his arms and let him take me into ecstasy again. But, no...we can't.
"We can't do this...we just cant.." I whimper, tears welling up in my eyes. Oh, god, why is this so hard?
"We can't what? Do this? Alright, then, if you don't want to..." Goma begins to talk, but I interrupt him.
"No, Goma...us. We can't..." I push the tears down, I hear a slight whimper. I think Goma just understood...
"Oh...I understand, Pata..." I hear sounds of bare feet on leaves, and I snap open my eyes to see Goma walking away.
"Goma...Goma, wait..." I whisper, but he doesn't hear me. Why? Why did I just do that?
Simple. Goma deserves better. He deserves someone who can give him everything that he's given me.
Love...courage...happiness...
Love...
He deserves someone else.
Someone...better.
Goma deserves an angel. Someone who could give him anything he wanted...
I'm not an angel. I just pretend to be one. I'll never be an angel...
Never.
So he deserves-no, he needs someone better.
Not me...
Not me.
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I should get back to camp now. I mean, Takeru is worried about me, and Goma might be too...
No. I can't go back now...later...when everyone is asleep...
I know how dangerous it is to stay out here alone. I mean, it was dangerous to stay out here alone when I was Patamon, but now that I'm a human...
I hate Veclamon.
I hate her because she changed me into a human.
I hate her because of her, I can't protect Takeru. Sometimes I feel that's the only thing I can do right, and sometimes, I screw up. Not exactly esteem-lifting...
And, I hate her, because maybe if I was Patamon instead of Pata, I wouldn't love Goma, and he wouldn't love me.
Stupid Veclamon. I hate her.
"Pata?" I hear a voice say behind me. I turn around.
"Takeru!" I cry, happy to see him. He looks worried.
"Pata, did Goma leave you or something?" he asks, stepping closer to me. What!? Does he know?! How could he know!? We never-well, I never, I don't think Goma-told anyone! Did he see us? No way! He couldn't of have! Whenever we did...what he did...we did it a far way from camp.
"W-what?!" I say, going a very deep shade of red. Takeru blinks at me.
"Did Goma leave you? You both went off...somewhere together, and he came back before you did." he replies. Thank the digi-gods! He doesn't know!
"No. I walked off...he didn't leave me." I answer. He smiles, then begins to talk again.
"Good. Now, I wanna ask you about something else. Goma told me and he and you are in love, and kissed and stuff, but you broke it off. Why?" I nearly fall down on my butt after he says that.
"It-he-uh-he told you!?" I sputter. How could he!?
"It's alright, Pata. I'm not mad or anything. But, Goma's really sad. He wanted me to talk to you." That's kinda funny. I mean, why would Goma send Takeru to talk about love?
"Look, Takeru...Goma doesn't love me. He can't love me." I whisper, slumping my shoulders.
"But he said he did. He was crying when he said it, too. He seemed really sad." He says. I shake my head sadly.
"Well...he can't. Goma...he's perfect. And I'm just a wannabe angel." Takeru stamps his foot angrily.
"No you aren't, Pata! And don't you ever say that!" Takeru stomps over to me and grabs my wrist. "In fact, right now, once we get back to camp, you're going to apologize to Goma, and tell him how you really feel!"
"What!? Takeru, I can't do that-" I begin, but someone cuts me off.
"Why not, Pata?"
Goma.
"Pata..." He speaks up again. "I love you. I love more more than anything on the Digi-World. I loved you when I was Bukamon, I loved you when I was Gomamon, and I love you now." He comes over to me and wraps his arms around me.
"Goma..." I mutter, inhaling his scent. He kisses my forehead, then holds me against him. To my disappointment, he pushes me away from him. But, he grabs my hand.
"Come on, Angel..." he says, dragging me to some secluded spot in the woods. "Let's fly."
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End of the Tunnel
A/N: Kyra, here's your gift! I still can't believe that *you*, KYRA, requested...it's remarkable. Just...just read.
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Koushiro yanked the sheets over his head, letting the warmth take him in again.
It was dark.
Good.
How late was it, anyway? He didn't know.
He did know that he had been laying her for quite a while. Five hours and seventeen minutes to be exact.
It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
Taichi was probably with Sora, trying to tell her how he felt-unsuccessfully, since it was obvious that there was a certain blond on his mind...Yamato was probably trying to run away from Jun and the rest of his cult. Mimi? In America...with someone. Takeru and Hikari? With each other, of course.
Leaving him all alone...
Why was he destined to be alone?
Everyone had someone.
Everyone would end up with someone...
Except him.
Wait. Who did he forget?
Jyou. Wonderful Jyou...
Who was probably on the phone with Mimi now.
Mimi's 'someone'.
Not fair...Jyou deserved better.
Better than her.
Oh, it wasn't like he hated Mimi or something. No, he actually found her presence comforting at times.
She was...she just wasn't good enough! If Jyou...if he had to...to...
It should be with someone better than Mimi!
...Didn't matter, anyway.
It's not like Jyou would ever be with him.
So would it kill him to stop dreaming about it?
Probably.
Yet...there was part of him that wanted to cling onto the dream. To live in that bubble...for as long as possible, to live in that haze...
No, for Izumi Koushiro, that just wasn't possible. He could never let himself be happy, could he?
Maybe it's because you don't want yourself to be happy.
Ugh, that voice. That annoying voice. That annoying voice that was always right...
How long had it been there?
Ever since he was unhappy.
For a long, long, time...
The click of a door being opened was heard.
Koushiro made a face as the door opened. Whoever it was, he didn't want to see them.
"Uh, Koushiro?" That voice...
Jyou?
Koushiro peeked through the covers to see a tall, blue haired figure standing in the doorway.
What was he doing here?
He slipped the covers of his body, shivering slightly, although it wasn't cold.
He was leaving the warmth of darkness for the chill of light...
But...it was Jyou...
"Jyou." Jyou jumped in surprise, then turned to him.
"Koushiro! I was, uh, looking for you...where you sleeping? Because I can leave..." Koushiro shook his head.
"No...no...stay...why are you here, anyway?" Was it just him...or did Jyou seem a little nervous?
"Well...um, I had something to tell you." Koushiro shook his head. It was probably just him...but, did Jyou seem nervous?
"What?" Koushiro couldn't help feel slightly bad as Jyou flinched. Was it because of him?
No...it couldn't be because of him.
It wasn't!
"Um...well...see..." Koushiro blinked. Why...was he nervous? Could it...
No. Don't break your heart again, Koushiro...don't break his heart...
"I need to tell you something." Koushiro nodded.
"You already said that." Again, Koushiro felt bad...
"Um...see, ever since we came back from the digiworld...and after Mimi moved to America...I've kind of always...felt for you." Koushiro nearly fainted. Jyou...felt...?
"What do you mean?" Yes, he was playing dumb. No...Jyou couldn't love him...
"I felt for you...that way." Koushiro could tell that Jyou was slightly puzzled. No...he can't love me! I'm...just not good enough...
~Apparently he thinks you are.~
"What way?" Wait...Jyou was crying?
"Just...just forget it...you'll never feel the same way..." With that, he left the room.
Koushiro couldn't help but let a few tears drop. It felt so wrong to hurt him...
But he wouldn't go after him. No, let Jyou run to Yamato, or Mimi, or Sora, or whoever; Koushiro just didn't care. Just as long as it wasn't him.
They didn't belong together.
It was wrong...it just wasn't right.
He loved Jyou...but he didn't want to hurt him!
~Then what was the point?~
"The point is that...I'll hurt him." Koushiro mouthed, biting his lower lip. Jyou was still there...he hadn't left. Why? What did he want?
Didn't he know that is just wasn't supposed to be this way?
"I'll hurt you." he hissed at the closed door. "I'll love you, but then I'll hurt you because I'll get scared. I'll hate you for making me love you, and then I'll be gone. Do you want that to happen?"
Koushiro blinked when he heard the door say yes.
He sighed, walking toward the door.
"If I was meant to hurt him...then I'll hurt him..." Koushiro whispered. He nearly broke down into tears as he opened the door. "But please...let me love him first."
"Jyou...Jyou...I think we need to talk..."
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Gyah...I know, cheesy ending. Horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE.
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First
A/N: Hey, this is a first for me too! My first...ah, hell, just read. I'm sure that you'll be surprised...*shudders, then whimpers, then breaks down sobbing hysterically*
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You asked me, Miyako-chan.
You asked me who my first crush was.
So I answered.
I start out in 1999, a little after I found out that I was a Chosen Child.
You assume it's Takeru.
Wrong.
I pick up, and begin telling you about a conversation with Tailmon.
She asked me what love was.
I couldn't give her an answer.
I just told her that you can't describe it, when you feel it, you know it.
I wonder if that's right?
You tell me to go on, gesturing with your hands impatiently.
Ok.
Next, Tailmon ask me what having a crush is.
I wonder where she learned all this.
It feels a bit embarrassing telling her, since the person I kind of feel that way about is near by, and I'm sure that he's hearing the conversation.
You ask me if my first crush was Tailmon, squawking it out in a disgusted and shocked tone of voice.
No.
Did you hear me say 'he', Miyako-chan?
I tell you that I did like Koushiro for a while, but it stopped before it could develop into a crush.
You ask why.
I tell you about the night I found Jyou and Koushiro together.
You curl your nose in slight disgust, but say that you can see those two together.
We sit in silence for a while, then you ask me if my first crush wasn't Koushiro, then who was.
It feels a bit weird telling you.
What will you think?
What will you say?
What will you do?
Why does it matter so much?
It doesn't.
You aren't her.
What you think about me doesn't matter.
Right...
I start off right after I found Jyou and Koushiro...
It hurt a little...
I felt a slight shredding sensation in my heart.
You look at me, then ask if I'm sure that my first crush wasn't Koushiro.
I nod, then continue on.
I sat down on a log for a while, staring at the sky.
I stopped after I realized that someone was sitting down beside me.
It's Mimi.
She's crying...
She must have saw what I just did.
It's kind of obvious that Mimi liked Jyou back then...
She still does now.
Or I think.
How can he not like her back?
She's perfect...
Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops, understanding.
"Your first crush was Mimi...wasn't it?" you barely whisper.
I nod, somewhat afraid of your reaction.
Wait...I don't care what you think...
You're...telling me to go on?
...Okay.
I pause...then tell you everything.
About how I comforted Mimi, how she hugged me, how she said even though I was a little kid, I acted so grown-up for my age...
You ask if I ever told her how I feel, even though I'm sure you know the answer.
No. She moved to America before I accepted my feelings about her.
I never told her.
You suggest telling her-she could feel the same way.
I shake my head sadly.
No. She would never feel the same way.
We fall into an awkward silence.
As a poor change of subject, I ask you who your first crush was.
You go bright red, and mumble something.
You...
You said Hikari.
You said me.
I wrap you in a hug, and say some crap about loving you.
I lied.
But...
I don't want to be alone anymore.
After all, you are a lot like Mimi...
I guess I could learn to love you...
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*sigh* I guess some of you thought this was a straight fic, huh? Well, I never thought the day would come that I would do a Yuri involving Mimi that she didn't die. ^_~
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Friendly Advice
A/N: Well, Yama Chick, after going through two drafts, here's (hopefully) the final draft of your gift fic. Finally. ~_~ As you requested, it's TakeDai. ^_^
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"Is this going to take long? I have more important things to do then hear you babble all day." Motomiya Jun tapped her fingers impatiently on the table surface, looking at her younger brother.
"Give me a second, Jun! This is really, really embarrassing...so you can't laugh." Jun smiled.
"More embarrassing then wetting the bed?" Daisuke glared at his sister.
"Shut up! What I'm talking about now has nothing to with....THAT!" Jun laughed, despite her brother's glare.
"Well, what is it about?" Daisuke bit his lip, and looked away.
"...You know a lot about boys, right?"
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"What is that supposed to mean?" Takaishi Takeru sighed.
"Yamato, it doesn't mean a thing about you and Taichi..I'm just asking." Ishida Yamato looked his brother up and down.
"Who's the boy?" Yamato smiled slightly as Takeru chose this time to look away.
"Uh...what...what does that mean?"
"Come on Takeru, there has to be a reason that your asking me about boys, especially when you know about me and Taichi..." Yamato wonded who the object of Takeru's affection could be. Normally, he would have gone with Hikari, but a boy...? Not Jyou, or Koushiro...it was obvious they had each other. And there was no way it would be that Iori...he was just too young. The only possible boy he could think of-a digidestined, that is-was Daisuke.
But...Daisuke? No...there was no way. Those two did fight a *lot*...there was just no way that Takeru had the slightest romantic intrest in that boy...
But, then again, he and Taichi did fight a lot back then...
"Well...I kind of like..."
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Jun gaped at her brother, completely and totally in shock. "You're...in love...with TAKERU?"
For a second, Jun thought she was delusional and imagined this entire conversation. There was simply NO way her brother could be in love with Takeru. He despised that boy! Besides, Daisuke liked Hikari. Daisuke loved Hikari! He drooled over her, he fantasized about her, he worshipped her, he hated Takeru because of her...
"Shhh! Someone might hear you!" Daisuke hissed.
Okay...so she was wrong.
"Who, those nice people that put us on this world, otherwise known as our parents?"
Daisuke, not taking notice to the tone of Jun's voice, nodded. Jun just sighed and shook her head. If there was thing she would never understand in her life, it was what went on in that head of her little brother's.
"...How did you find out that you liked him?"
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"Well, we started fighting, then of nowhere, he just tackled me...he raised his fist, like he was going to punch me, but he just stopped...we just looked each other in the eyes, and then, we just kissed..."
Yamato nodded, taking this all in. Now that he thought about it, the concept of Takeru and Daisuke being in love didn't seem that odd at all. I mean, he had caught Takeru looking in Daisuke's direction several times, and he even caught Daisuke looking back once.
"You don't mind, do you Yamato?"
"Mm?" Takeru shifted nervously.
"I was just wondering if you minded me talking to you about this..." Yamato shook his head.
"No. I don't...not at all."
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Daisuke looked at his sister in doubt. "Are you really okay with it?"
Jun gave an impatient sigh. "No, Daisuke. I'm not. That's why I just told you that I was okay with it."
"Ha. Ha."
"...What happened after you kissed?" Daisuke sighed.
"I don't know...I mean, I broke it off, and I just ran..." he hung his head. "I am such a wuss." Jun gave her brother a light shove.
"Don't say that! Just because you many be shy about your feelings, doesn't mean that you're a wuss." He looked up at her, obviously frustrated.
"Then how come I just can't go up to Takeru and...tell him how I..feel?"
"Because who ever's up there hates you." Daisuke glared at her.
"Ha. Ha."
"Oh, come on. I didn't mean it. Besides, who ever is up there did feel sorry enough for you to give you Takeru..." Daisuke, feeling his cheeks turn brick red, struggled to find the right words.
"I...ah...uh...shut up." Jun smiled.
"Come on, little brother. We're going out."
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Yamato stood up, shoved his chair back, and grabbed Takeru's arm. Takeru looked up at Yamato, confused.
"Yamato, what are you doing...?" Yamato looked down at him, smiling slightly. How Takeru reminded him of....him...
"We, Takeru, are going to fix this little problem of yours."
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Full of Grace
A/N: Well, Mimi seems somewhat...selfish in the begining of this fic. More than usual, anyway. But, she gets better along the way...and, I know. This is a little too much like my last fic. But, I'm writing a Yaoi next. And, you can tell from who's POV this is from. Remember, they're 16 in this fic!
D/C: See, if I owned them, this would have actually happend.
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I stagger on, barley managing to stay on my toes. A mixture of blood and tears spill down my cheeks, and one, possibly two, arm is broken.
Where am I?
The Digiworld?
The real world?
Where is everyone?
Where's Jyou, my first boyfriend? Shouldn't he be here, saving his first girlfriend?
No. Because he is with Koushiro. Holding him...kissing him...like he used to do to me.
Where is Yamato, the holder of my virginity and my first love? Shouldn't he be here, protecting his first?
No. Because he his with Taichi. Feeling him...loving him...not me...
God, I sound selfish, don't I? Well, I'm scared. I want-need-someone here to protect me from whatever is trying to get to me.
And where are you, Sora? Off with your lover of the week, who you pretend is Taichi?
You shouldn't do that, Sora. That guy could really be in love with you, and you're breaking his heart.
Like me.
Except I'll never be your lover of the week.
Do you have any idea how much I want to? Why do you make yourself so...desirable? Would it kill you not to be so...you? Huh? Huh?
* * *
He's touching me now, Mimi.
The way I wish you would.
I'm up on some hill, in the back-seat of some car, with some guy who I'm doing something with that I don't want to do.
Because of you.
Everyone assumes that I pretend that all these guys are Taichi to ease the pain. Even my mother, who hasn't said a thing about my...'dating' yet.
Even you.
But they are all wrong...
Very, very wrong...
Have we really changed that much since the Digiworld?
Do we really have to be split apart?
Into uneven numbers, nonetheless?
Koushiro with Jyou, and Taichi with Yamato...
And you and me alone...
Where are you, anyway?
I hope you're indoors, or somewhere safe. Some murderer escaped from prison, and people have been saying he's around your neighborhood...
I'm now screaming his name as he begins to suck my tender breasts.
But in my mind, the name 'Mimi' echoes through the air instead of 'Mamoru'...
* * *
I hope the guy you're with really doesn't care about you.
Or otherwise I'll have enough people to start a 'Sora's Lover Anonymous' support group.
I sound rather bitter, don't I? My mom says that 16 is too young to be bitter.
Well, in Digital Years, I'm over one thousand years old.
Old enough to be bitter in my book.
I stumble onto a bench, gripping the rim of the top board tightly. I lean over and vomit something...red...
* * *
I'm standing on cold, pointy rocks. Mamoru slures something about me being a fuckin' tease, and drives off into the night, narrowly avoiding me.
I said no.
Aren't you proud of me, Mimi?
I said no.
A guy wanted me, and I said no.
I hug myself, and I begin to walk down the hill.
Where am I going?
I don't know...
But when you get there, you'll know...
* * *
It's coming to get me.
The darkness is coming for me...
Won't you save me, Jyou?
Won't you save me, Yamato?
Won't you save me, Sora?
* * *
Something bad is happening.
I can't let anything bad happen.
No.
I can't let anything bad happen to you.
Because then I would fail, Mimi.
Jyou's supposed to protect Koushiro since he loves him.
Taichi supposed to protect Yamato since he loves him.
And I love you....
* * *
This is it...
This is it, Sora-chan...
But, I want you to know...
Forget about all of those guys.
Forget about Taichi.
But...
Remember me...
* * *
Mimi-chan...
I failed.
I'm standing above you, and you're lying in a white ivory box.
You look beautiful.
Even in your death, Mimi, you look far more beautiful than I ever will.
I failed, Mimi-chan.
Can you ever forgive me?
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Alright, there it is. I know...it's cheesy.
Very. _
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Stories-
1. Bonded~Yamato POV, Yamato x Koushiro
2. Chatroom Fun~Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover, Willow x Tara & Jyou x Koushiro
3. Digital Evolution~Gomamon x Patamon (note: lime content)
4. End of the Tunnel~Jyou x Koushiro
5. First~Hikari x Miyako, Hikari x Mimi
6. Friendly Advice~Takeru x Daisuke
7. Full of Grace~Mimi/Sora POV, Mimi x Sora
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Bonded
Notes&Crap:
A/N: *grins* Kira, if your reading this, turn back now. This is a Yamashiro.
Yamato/Koushiro. Matt/Izzy. Just to tell you...now, you 'Mimato', Jyou/Mimi,
Koushiro/Mimi fans can't flame me for this one. Well, you can, but 10 bucks
says it won't be an intelligent flame... And in case any of you didn't get the
title...'Bonded' refers to that they are the only two Digi-Destined who found
their crests together.
Oh, and this whole thing is from Yama's POV.
Hope you like your gift, DCI!
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D/C: Nope. Don't own them, just the fic.
It really doesn't seem that big of a shock.
I mean, let's just face it: I'm not exactly normal.
I will never be normal.
I really don't know what is so weird about me; many kids parents are
divorced.
Maybe it's because I'm...that way.
But, many people are...gay...
So, maybe it's because I'm a digi-destined.
All of us have our little quirks, but I don't think any of them are weird...
Or maybe it's because I'm Ishida Yamato.
A offspring of a failed marriage, a homo, a digi-destined, and a freak.
Figures.
It also figures that I just have to love the one person who couldn't
possibly love me back.
Koushiro thinks that no one knows the way that he looks at Mimi.
But I do.
Those looks...those goddamn looks. Can't he see that she doesn't love him?
Can't he tell that she wants someone else? No...he just looks at her. Like...like she's a golden god.
A goddamn golden god.
It just pains me that he's setting himself up for a heartbreak.
Or maybe, those are just the words of a jealous freak...
"Yamato?" I can hear Gabumon question me. Better make it seem like I'm
all right...
"Yeah, Gabumon?" I answer, hoping that my voice doesn't reflect my mood. He
gives me an odd look.
"Are you all right?" he asked in a concerned manner. I wince mentally.
"Me? Oh, I'm fine." I cover up, hoping he won't see through my lie.
"Are you sure?" he inquires again, obviously worried by this point.
"Yeah, I'm sure." I insist, hoping that he'll back off.
He backs off reluctantly.
I breath in a sigh of relief. I know that if Gabumon kept it up, he would
have got it out of me eventually.
"Yeah, Gabumon." I mutter, so low that no one can hear me. Good. I want it
that way. "Everything is fine. Just fine..."
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It's late. I don't care.
I sometimes feel like the only time I can truly be myself is night.
At night, I don't have to hide myself-my true self-from anything or
anybody...
I sometimes think that everyone only sees a cold, selfish jerk who is way
too overprotective of his little brother.
But I'm more...
I'm much, much more...
"Yamato?" a voice suddenly asks. I whirl around, excepting it to be
Gabumon.
But it's not.
It's Koushiro...
"Koushiro! What are you doing up so late?" I ask, staring down at the
younger boy.
"Well, what are you doing up so late?" he asks back. I smile slightly.
Just like him, to answer a question with a question.
"It's rather pretty, isn't it?" he says, looking up at the sky.
"What?" I ask.
"The night sky." he answers. "It's rather beautiful...I guess I just never took the time to notice." he turns back to me. "Well, it is rather late...I suppose I'll go to sleep now. Goodnight, Yamato."
With that said, he leaves.
I watch him lay down besides Tentomon to go to sleep. He doesn't though. Koushiro stares up at the sky for a little while, a awful look in his eyes. I swear I see them tear up, he then then closes his eyes, squashing them down and going into a restless sleep. I begin to walk toward him cautiously, trying to see if he's really sleeping, or if he's just faking it. My question gets answered when my foot snaps a twig, and he barley stirs.
I wince as I tip-toe my way to him, trying not to make anymore noise. I stare down at him, thinking about the way he looks when he sleeps. He looks...attractive...
Not innocent...
It looks like his innocence is slowly being drained away...
All of us have lost a little bit of innocence during this time...
But, there's something else...
Something about him...
Something that he's not telling us...
I squat down to get a closer view of him. I don't know why...I just want to be able to see him better.
Then, I get closer...closer...closer...
Closer...
I suddenly realize...just how close I was...
Close enough to feel his breath against my mouth...
Close enough to...
Suddenly, I get this urge...
To, to...
I press my lips against his, and...
"Mmmm...mmmph!?" I heard a muffled, surprised cry from underneath me. In a flash, I'm off Koushiro and trying to come up with a good excuse.
"K-Koushiro! W-what are you doing up?" I stammer, feeling my cheeks go red. He's now sitting up, his eyes wide, cheeks red, and two of his fingers touching his lips in shock.
"Uh, Koushiro, I'm really, really sorry, and I promise that I'll never to it again, and, and..." I rush through a lame apology, hoping that he won't tell anyone.
"Don't be." he says, walking toward me. He touches my arm, then pulls it away, blushing. "I always wanted to be kissed, Yamato...but, what I wanted more...was to be kissed...by you."
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Chatroom Fun
Notes&Crap:
A/N: Just for those of you who are wondering, this is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Digimon crossover. Those who are in the chat room are Willow and Koushiro...the couples are Willow/Tara and Jyou/Koushiro. Have fun!
Oh, and about the 2 new episodes: HA! to all you Tai/Sora, Matt/Mimi, Mimi/Izzy, Joe/Mimi, Tai/Mimi, Matt/Sora fans! If that isn't evidence, I don't know WHAT is! Did you hear Tai?! And the tears in Izzy's eyes! And who's name did he scream out when the blanket was thrown over him?! And the little Matt and Tai dolls were...holding....HANDS!!! HA! I SAY HA IN YOUR FACES! And the Izzy doll was CRYING! CRYING I SAY! Why? MAYBE BECAUSE JOE WASN'T THERE!
All_Knowing_One has entered 'Angry Computer Geeks Strike Back' private chat
Willowy_Witch has entered 'Angry Computer Geeks Strike Back' private chat
All_Knowing_One: Hello.
Willowy_Witch: Hey. Anything up?
All_Knowing_One: Well...Jyou...he came back today. So did Yamato, and Mimi...
Willowy_Witch: Did you tell him...?
All_Knowing_One: I tried...everyone else was fighting...we where behind some rocks, I was scared...he held my hand...I tried to tell him...but I couldn't.
Willowy_Witch: I thought you told me that you would tell him.
All_Knowing_One: I can't! He probably doesn't even return my feelings! It would just be a waste!
Willowy_Witch: That's what I said about Tara...but, something happened...
All_Knowing_One: What?
Willowy_Witch: She told me, that she...loved me. And, now, we're...together...
All_Knowing_One: Willow, that's great!
Willowy_Witch: And now, Koushiro, it's time for YOU to get up, and tell Jyou how you really feel. You never know...he might...
All_Knowing_One: But...
Willowy_Witch: What? Are you afraid?
All_Knowing_One:...I have to go now. I'll see you....
Willowy_Witch: Koushiro?
All_Knowing_One has signed off
Koushiro slammed the laptop shut. Was Willow right? Should he tell Jyou? No...it's obvious that he feels for Mimi...telling him would only complicate our friendship. He kicked at a loose pebble, and started back for camp.
"Er, Koushiro? I don't think you should be up so late...and alone...and so far away from camp." someone spoke up. Koushiro turned slightly, and saw Jyou standing there.
"Jyou! Why are you up so late?"
"Well, why are you up so late?" Jyou responded, walking towards him.
"No reason." Koushiro said quickly. A bit too quickly...
"Are you ok?" Jyou asked in a worried manner. Koushiro looked up at Jyou. Should I tell him? After all, there's no time like the present...
"Koushiro? Are you ok?" Jyou asked again, stepping closer to the boy. But, Koushiro, lost in his thoughts, heard nothing. But he won't feel the same way. It would just ruin our friendship.
"Jyou..." Koushiro started, uncertain of what to do.
"Yes, Koushiro?" Jyou asked, worried about the younger boy.
"See, well, the thing is, I kinda, um, it's kinda weird, and a little embarrassing...well, it's um, I...well...I think I love you, Jyou!" Koushiro finally spat out. Jyou nearly fell over.
"You...you...love...me...?" Jyou stuttered, not believing it. Koushiro nodded, looking towards the ground, and braced himself for the words he expected to come out of Jyou's mouth: 'I'm really sorry, but I just don't feel the same way...'
"Koushiro..." Koushiro winced, preparing for the inventible..."I....I...think...I might love you too..."
"N-nani!?" He cried, snapping his head up. "But what about Mimi!?"
"Mimi?" Jyou blinked. "Mimi was never an issue. I guess...I just don't like fighting." he chuckled.
"Then the only issue was..." Koushiro stepped closer to Jyou.
"Us." Jyou finished, closing the distance between them.
~He looks awfully cute in the moonlight...~ Jyou thought. ~I kinda want to...but I couldn't. I just can't...it's too soon.~ Another thought entered his mind. ~Carpe Diem...~ in less than an instant, Jyou pressed his lips against Koushiro's. In exactly 1.4 seconds, Koushiro found himself kissing back.
To: Willowy_Witch@AOL.Com
From: All_Knowing_One@JOL.Com
Subject: What you said...
I told Jyou...he feels the same way! And after I regained consciences, and after he helped me up, we KISSED!
Willow smiled after closing the e-mail. Good. Koushiro had finally told Jyou how he felt...her smile widened as she felt a pair of amrs wrap around her.
"Hey." she whispered softly.
"Hey." Tara's soft voice came back.
"You know that kid I was telling you about?" Willow started.
"Yeah..."
"And you know that guy that he likes?"
"Mmm-mmm..."
"He told him that he liked him. And he likes him back."
"Good. That's one couple that you got together for the books, why don't we work on Xander and Spike together?"
"X-xander? And Spike? Oh, no, Xander isn't..."
"Well, if it isn't obvious that they like each other, I don't know WHAT is."
"I've known Xander for a long time...and..." a sigh was heard. "All right, when do we start?"
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Digital Evolution
A/N: Well, this is the 1000 hit fic for my site...now, I only have to do number 2000, number 1110, then Kenji's gift, and I'm done! And yes, I'm aware that Patamon is out of charecter in this fic, and, if you know me, and you know my site, you should know what kind of fic is this. And, I don't think that I will be writing a story about Veclamon...and, there's something I don't like about this fic, but I can't put my finger on what...
D/C: How many times do I have to write this before you all realize that I don't own them?
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"Goma...oh, Goma..."
I moan this to my lover as I experience pleasure that no digimon has ever experienced. I feel his wet tongue dance across my neck, and the touch of his strong hands on my chest.
I never thought I would love being a human so much, I never thought that I would never want to be a Digimon agian. Never able to fly, never be able to digivolve, never be able to protect Takeru...
Just as long as I'm with him, nothing else matters.
His tounge finds its way to my chest, and his hands move to wrap around my neck.
"Oh, oh god...don't stop." I plead to him, "Just don't stop."
"Never have...never will." It's odd that he says that, considering that we started about 30 minutes ago.
I wonder if Takeru has ever done this with Hikari?
Takeru...wait...
Hold it.
"Goma...Goma...Goma, stop, please..." I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see his reaction. I feel Goma push himself off me.
"What's wrong, Pata?" his concerned, strong, and wonderful voice makes me want to rush back into his arms and let him take me into ecstasy again. But, no...we can't.
"We can't do this...we just cant.." I whimper, tears welling up in my eyes. Oh, god, why is this so hard?
"We can't what? Do this? Alright, then, if you don't want to..." Goma begins to talk, but I interrupt him.
"No, Goma...us. We can't..." I push the tears down, I hear a slight whimper. I think Goma just understood...
"Oh...I understand, Pata..." I hear sounds of bare feet on leaves, and I snap open my eyes to see Goma walking away.
"Goma...Goma, wait..." I whisper, but he doesn't hear me. Why? Why did I just do that?
Simple. Goma deserves better. He deserves someone who can give him everything that he's given me.
Love...courage...happiness...
Love...
He deserves someone else.
Someone...better.
Goma deserves an angel. Someone who could give him anything he wanted...
I'm not an angel. I just pretend to be one. I'll never be an angel...
Never.
So he deserves-no, he needs someone better.
Not me...
Not me.
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I should get back to camp now. I mean, Takeru is worried about me, and Goma might be too...
No. I can't go back now...later...when everyone is asleep...
I know how dangerous it is to stay out here alone. I mean, it was dangerous to stay out here alone when I was Patamon, but now that I'm a human...
I hate Veclamon.
I hate her because she changed me into a human.
I hate her because of her, I can't protect Takeru. Sometimes I feel that's the only thing I can do right, and sometimes, I screw up. Not exactly esteem-lifting...
And, I hate her, because maybe if I was Patamon instead of Pata, I wouldn't love Goma, and he wouldn't love me.
Stupid Veclamon. I hate her.
"Pata?" I hear a voice say behind me. I turn around.
"Takeru!" I cry, happy to see him. He looks worried.
"Pata, did Goma leave you or something?" he asks, stepping closer to me. What!? Does he know?! How could he know!? We never-well, I never, I don't think Goma-told anyone! Did he see us? No way! He couldn't of have! Whenever we did...what he did...we did it a far way from camp.
"W-what?!" I say, going a very deep shade of red. Takeru blinks at me.
"Did Goma leave you? You both went off...somewhere together, and he came back before you did." he replies. Thank the digi-gods! He doesn't know!
"No. I walked off...he didn't leave me." I answer. He smiles, then begins to talk again.
"Good. Now, I wanna ask you about something else. Goma told me and he and you are in love, and kissed and stuff, but you broke it off. Why?" I nearly fall down on my butt after he says that.
"It-he-uh-he told you!?" I sputter. How could he!?
"It's alright, Pata. I'm not mad or anything. But, Goma's really sad. He wanted me to talk to you." That's kinda funny. I mean, why would Goma send Takeru to talk about love?
"Look, Takeru...Goma doesn't love me. He can't love me." I whisper, slumping my shoulders.
"But he said he did. He was crying when he said it, too. He seemed really sad." He says. I shake my head sadly.
"Well...he can't. Goma...he's perfect. And I'm just a wannabe angel." Takeru stamps his foot angrily.
"No you aren't, Pata! And don't you ever say that!" Takeru stomps over to me and grabs my wrist. "In fact, right now, once we get back to camp, you're going to apologize to Goma, and tell him how you really feel!"
"What!? Takeru, I can't do that-" I begin, but someone cuts me off.
"Why not, Pata?"
Goma.
"Pata..." He speaks up again. "I love you. I love more more than anything on the Digi-World. I loved you when I was Bukamon, I loved you when I was Gomamon, and I love you now." He comes over to me and wraps his arms around me.
"Goma..." I mutter, inhaling his scent. He kisses my forehead, then holds me against him. To my disappointment, he pushes me away from him. But, he grabs my hand.
"Come on, Angel..." he says, dragging me to some secluded spot in the woods. "Let's fly."
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End of the Tunnel
A/N: Kyra, here's your gift! I still can't believe that *you*, KYRA, requested...it's remarkable. Just...just read.
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Koushiro yanked the sheets over his head, letting the warmth take him in again.
It was dark.
Good.
How late was it, anyway? He didn't know.
He did know that he had been laying her for quite a while. Five hours and seventeen minutes to be exact.
It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
Taichi was probably with Sora, trying to tell her how he felt-unsuccessfully, since it was obvious that there was a certain blond on his mind...Yamato was probably trying to run away from Jun and the rest of his cult. Mimi? In America...with someone. Takeru and Hikari? With each other, of course.
Leaving him all alone...
Why was he destined to be alone?
Everyone had someone.
Everyone would end up with someone...
Except him.
Wait. Who did he forget?
Jyou. Wonderful Jyou...
Who was probably on the phone with Mimi now.
Mimi's 'someone'.
Not fair...Jyou deserved better.
Better than her.
Oh, it wasn't like he hated Mimi or something. No, he actually found her presence comforting at times.
She was...she just wasn't good enough! If Jyou...if he had to...to...
It should be with someone better than Mimi!
...Didn't matter, anyway.
It's not like Jyou would ever be with him.
So would it kill him to stop dreaming about it?
Probably.
Yet...there was part of him that wanted to cling onto the dream. To live in that bubble...for as long as possible, to live in that haze...
No, for Izumi Koushiro, that just wasn't possible. He could never let himself be happy, could he?
Maybe it's because you don't want yourself to be happy.
Ugh, that voice. That annoying voice. That annoying voice that was always right...
How long had it been there?
Ever since he was unhappy.
For a long, long, time...
The click of a door being opened was heard.
Koushiro made a face as the door opened. Whoever it was, he didn't want to see them.
"Uh, Koushiro?" That voice...
Jyou?
Koushiro peeked through the covers to see a tall, blue haired figure standing in the doorway.
What was he doing here?
He slipped the covers of his body, shivering slightly, although it wasn't cold.
He was leaving the warmth of darkness for the chill of light...
But...it was Jyou...
"Jyou." Jyou jumped in surprise, then turned to him.
"Koushiro! I was, uh, looking for you...where you sleeping? Because I can leave..." Koushiro shook his head.
"No...no...stay...why are you here, anyway?" Was it just him...or did Jyou seem a little nervous?
"Well...um, I had something to tell you." Koushiro shook his head. It was probably just him...but, did Jyou seem nervous?
"What?" Koushiro couldn't help feel slightly bad as Jyou flinched. Was it because of him?
No...it couldn't be because of him.
It wasn't!
"Um...well...see..." Koushiro blinked. Why...was he nervous? Could it...
No. Don't break your heart again, Koushiro...don't break his heart...
"I need to tell you something." Koushiro nodded.
"You already said that." Again, Koushiro felt bad...
"Um...see, ever since we came back from the digiworld...and after Mimi moved to America...I've kind of always...felt for you." Koushiro nearly fainted. Jyou...felt...?
"What do you mean?" Yes, he was playing dumb. No...Jyou couldn't love him...
"I felt for you...that way." Koushiro could tell that Jyou was slightly puzzled. No...he can't love me! I'm...just not good enough...
~Apparently he thinks you are.~
"What way?" Wait...Jyou was crying?
"Just...just forget it...you'll never feel the same way..." With that, he left the room.
Koushiro couldn't help but let a few tears drop. It felt so wrong to hurt him...
But he wouldn't go after him. No, let Jyou run to Yamato, or Mimi, or Sora, or whoever; Koushiro just didn't care. Just as long as it wasn't him.
They didn't belong together.
It was wrong...it just wasn't right.
He loved Jyou...but he didn't want to hurt him!
~Then what was the point?~
"The point is that...I'll hurt him." Koushiro mouthed, biting his lower lip. Jyou was still there...he hadn't left. Why? What did he want?
Didn't he know that is just wasn't supposed to be this way?
"I'll hurt you." he hissed at the closed door. "I'll love you, but then I'll hurt you because I'll get scared. I'll hate you for making me love you, and then I'll be gone. Do you want that to happen?"
Koushiro blinked when he heard the door say yes.
He sighed, walking toward the door.
"If I was meant to hurt him...then I'll hurt him..." Koushiro whispered. He nearly broke down into tears as he opened the door. "But please...let me love him first."
"Jyou...Jyou...I think we need to talk..."
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Gyah...I know, cheesy ending. Horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE.
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First
A/N: Hey, this is a first for me too! My first...ah, hell, just read. I'm sure that you'll be surprised...*shudders, then whimpers, then breaks down sobbing hysterically*
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You asked me, Miyako-chan.
You asked me who my first crush was.
So I answered.
I start out in 1999, a little after I found out that I was a Chosen Child.
You assume it's Takeru.
Wrong.
I pick up, and begin telling you about a conversation with Tailmon.
She asked me what love was.
I couldn't give her an answer.
I just told her that you can't describe it, when you feel it, you know it.
I wonder if that's right?
You tell me to go on, gesturing with your hands impatiently.
Ok.
Next, Tailmon ask me what having a crush is.
I wonder where she learned all this.
It feels a bit embarrassing telling her, since the person I kind of feel that way about is near by, and I'm sure that he's hearing the conversation.
You ask me if my first crush was Tailmon, squawking it out in a disgusted and shocked tone of voice.
No.
Did you hear me say 'he', Miyako-chan?
I tell you that I did like Koushiro for a while, but it stopped before it could develop into a crush.
You ask why.
I tell you about the night I found Jyou and Koushiro together.
You curl your nose in slight disgust, but say that you can see those two together.
We sit in silence for a while, then you ask me if my first crush wasn't Koushiro, then who was.
It feels a bit weird telling you.
What will you think?
What will you say?
What will you do?
Why does it matter so much?
It doesn't.
You aren't her.
What you think about me doesn't matter.
Right...
I start off right after I found Jyou and Koushiro...
It hurt a little...
I felt a slight shredding sensation in my heart.
You look at me, then ask if I'm sure that my first crush wasn't Koushiro.
I nod, then continue on.
I sat down on a log for a while, staring at the sky.
I stopped after I realized that someone was sitting down beside me.
It's Mimi.
She's crying...
She must have saw what I just did.
It's kind of obvious that Mimi liked Jyou back then...
She still does now.
Or I think.
How can he not like her back?
She's perfect...
Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops, understanding.
"Your first crush was Mimi...wasn't it?" you barely whisper.
I nod, somewhat afraid of your reaction.
Wait...I don't care what you think...
You're...telling me to go on?
...Okay.
I pause...then tell you everything.
About how I comforted Mimi, how she hugged me, how she said even though I was a little kid, I acted so grown-up for my age...
You ask if I ever told her how I feel, even though I'm sure you know the answer.
No. She moved to America before I accepted my feelings about her.
I never told her.
You suggest telling her-she could feel the same way.
I shake my head sadly.
No. She would never feel the same way.
We fall into an awkward silence.
As a poor change of subject, I ask you who your first crush was.
You go bright red, and mumble something.
You...
You said Hikari.
You said me.
I wrap you in a hug, and say some crap about loving you.
I lied.
But...
I don't want to be alone anymore.
After all, you are a lot like Mimi...
I guess I could learn to love you...
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*sigh* I guess some of you thought this was a straight fic, huh? Well, I never thought the day would come that I would do a Yuri involving Mimi that she didn't die. ^_~
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Friendly Advice
A/N: Well, Yama Chick, after going through two drafts, here's (hopefully) the final draft of your gift fic. Finally. ~_~ As you requested, it's TakeDai. ^_^
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"Is this going to take long? I have more important things to do then hear you babble all day." Motomiya Jun tapped her fingers impatiently on the table surface, looking at her younger brother.
"Give me a second, Jun! This is really, really embarrassing...so you can't laugh." Jun smiled.
"More embarrassing then wetting the bed?" Daisuke glared at his sister.
"Shut up! What I'm talking about now has nothing to with....THAT!" Jun laughed, despite her brother's glare.
"Well, what is it about?" Daisuke bit his lip, and looked away.
"...You know a lot about boys, right?"
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"What is that supposed to mean?" Takaishi Takeru sighed.
"Yamato, it doesn't mean a thing about you and Taichi..I'm just asking." Ishida Yamato looked his brother up and down.
"Who's the boy?" Yamato smiled slightly as Takeru chose this time to look away.
"Uh...what...what does that mean?"
"Come on Takeru, there has to be a reason that your asking me about boys, especially when you know about me and Taichi..." Yamato wonded who the object of Takeru's affection could be. Normally, he would have gone with Hikari, but a boy...? Not Jyou, or Koushiro...it was obvious they had each other. And there was no way it would be that Iori...he was just too young. The only possible boy he could think of-a digidestined, that is-was Daisuke.
But...Daisuke? No...there was no way. Those two did fight a *lot*...there was just no way that Takeru had the slightest romantic intrest in that boy...
But, then again, he and Taichi did fight a lot back then...
"Well...I kind of like..."
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Jun gaped at her brother, completely and totally in shock. "You're...in love...with TAKERU?"
For a second, Jun thought she was delusional and imagined this entire conversation. There was simply NO way her brother could be in love with Takeru. He despised that boy! Besides, Daisuke liked Hikari. Daisuke loved Hikari! He drooled over her, he fantasized about her, he worshipped her, he hated Takeru because of her...
"Shhh! Someone might hear you!" Daisuke hissed.
Okay...so she was wrong.
"Who, those nice people that put us on this world, otherwise known as our parents?"
Daisuke, not taking notice to the tone of Jun's voice, nodded. Jun just sighed and shook her head. If there was thing she would never understand in her life, it was what went on in that head of her little brother's.
"...How did you find out that you liked him?"
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"Well, we started fighting, then of nowhere, he just tackled me...he raised his fist, like he was going to punch me, but he just stopped...we just looked each other in the eyes, and then, we just kissed..."
Yamato nodded, taking this all in. Now that he thought about it, the concept of Takeru and Daisuke being in love didn't seem that odd at all. I mean, he had caught Takeru looking in Daisuke's direction several times, and he even caught Daisuke looking back once.
"You don't mind, do you Yamato?"
"Mm?" Takeru shifted nervously.
"I was just wondering if you minded me talking to you about this..." Yamato shook his head.
"No. I don't...not at all."
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Daisuke looked at his sister in doubt. "Are you really okay with it?"
Jun gave an impatient sigh. "No, Daisuke. I'm not. That's why I just told you that I was okay with it."
"Ha. Ha."
"...What happened after you kissed?" Daisuke sighed.
"I don't know...I mean, I broke it off, and I just ran..." he hung his head. "I am such a wuss." Jun gave her brother a light shove.
"Don't say that! Just because you many be shy about your feelings, doesn't mean that you're a wuss." He looked up at her, obviously frustrated.
"Then how come I just can't go up to Takeru and...tell him how I..feel?"
"Because who ever's up there hates you." Daisuke glared at her.
"Ha. Ha."
"Oh, come on. I didn't mean it. Besides, who ever is up there did feel sorry enough for you to give you Takeru..." Daisuke, feeling his cheeks turn brick red, struggled to find the right words.
"I...ah...uh...shut up." Jun smiled.
"Come on, little brother. We're going out."
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Yamato stood up, shoved his chair back, and grabbed Takeru's arm. Takeru looked up at Yamato, confused.
"Yamato, what are you doing...?" Yamato looked down at him, smiling slightly. How Takeru reminded him of....him...
"We, Takeru, are going to fix this little problem of yours."
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Full of Grace
A/N: Well, Mimi seems somewhat...selfish in the begining of this fic. More than usual, anyway. But, she gets better along the way...and, I know. This is a little too much like my last fic. But, I'm writing a Yaoi next. And, you can tell from who's POV this is from. Remember, they're 16 in this fic!
D/C: See, if I owned them, this would have actually happend.
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I stagger on, barley managing to stay on my toes. A mixture of blood and tears spill down my cheeks, and one, possibly two, arm is broken.
Where am I?
The Digiworld?
The real world?
Where is everyone?
Where's Jyou, my first boyfriend? Shouldn't he be here, saving his first girlfriend?
No. Because he is with Koushiro. Holding him...kissing him...like he used to do to me.
Where is Yamato, the holder of my virginity and my first love? Shouldn't he be here, protecting his first?
No. Because he his with Taichi. Feeling him...loving him...not me...
God, I sound selfish, don't I? Well, I'm scared. I want-need-someone here to protect me from whatever is trying to get to me.
And where are you, Sora? Off with your lover of the week, who you pretend is Taichi?
You shouldn't do that, Sora. That guy could really be in love with you, and you're breaking his heart.
Like me.
Except I'll never be your lover of the week.
Do you have any idea how much I want to? Why do you make yourself so...desirable? Would it kill you not to be so...you? Huh? Huh?
* * *
He's touching me now, Mimi.
The way I wish you would.
I'm up on some hill, in the back-seat of some car, with some guy who I'm doing something with that I don't want to do.
Because of you.
Everyone assumes that I pretend that all these guys are Taichi to ease the pain. Even my mother, who hasn't said a thing about my...'dating' yet.
Even you.
But they are all wrong...
Very, very wrong...
Have we really changed that much since the Digiworld?
Do we really have to be split apart?
Into uneven numbers, nonetheless?
Koushiro with Jyou, and Taichi with Yamato...
And you and me alone...
Where are you, anyway?
I hope you're indoors, or somewhere safe. Some murderer escaped from prison, and people have been saying he's around your neighborhood...
I'm now screaming his name as he begins to suck my tender breasts.
But in my mind, the name 'Mimi' echoes through the air instead of 'Mamoru'...
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I hope the guy you're with really doesn't care about you.
Or otherwise I'll have enough people to start a 'Sora's Lover Anonymous' support group.
I sound rather bitter, don't I? My mom says that 16 is too young to be bitter.
Well, in Digital Years, I'm over one thousand years old.
Old enough to be bitter in my book.
I stumble onto a bench, gripping the rim of the top board tightly. I lean over and vomit something...red...
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I'm standing on cold, pointy rocks. Mamoru slures something about me being a fuckin' tease, and drives off into the night, narrowly avoiding me.
I said no.
Aren't you proud of me, Mimi?
I said no.
A guy wanted me, and I said no.
I hug myself, and I begin to walk down the hill.
Where am I going?
I don't know...
But when you get there, you'll know...
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It's coming to get me.
The darkness is coming for me...
Won't you save me, Jyou?
Won't you save me, Yamato?
Won't you save me, Sora?
* * *
Something bad is happening.
I can't let anything bad happen.
No.
I can't let anything bad happen to you.
Because then I would fail, Mimi.
Jyou's supposed to protect Koushiro since he loves him.
Taichi supposed to protect Yamato since he loves him.
And I love you....
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This is it...
This is it, Sora-chan...
But, I want you to know...
Forget about all of those guys.
Forget about Taichi.
But...
Remember me...
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Mimi-chan...
I failed.
I'm standing above you, and you're lying in a white ivory box.
You look beautiful.
Even in your death, Mimi, you look far more beautiful than I ever will.
I failed, Mimi-chan.
Can you ever forgive me?
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Alright, there it is. I know...it's cheesy.
Very. _
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