Title: Showers with Sunny Spells
Drabble: #30
TK's prompt: Tent
Randomly selected pairing: Taishiro
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: Whey! I've been wanting to write Taishiro for ages and finally I have an excuse!
Camping was one of the few things that Taichi and Koushiro could agree was fun and worthwhile, even if they did both have different reasons for thinking so. For Taichi it was the thrill of being self-sufficient and having to fend for himself; nothing, except perhaps football, could be more enjoyable than that. It gave him the opportunity to just be, and the over-active, excitable boy in him began to shine through. For Koushiro, it was a slightly more sentimental thing. He could enjoy camping because he remembered only too well that it was at camp that he had met Taichi in the first place. The idea of camping itself wasn't all that appealing – to be honest, he would much rather have been sat in his room accessing satellites through his computer – but he couldn't forget that good things just might appear where you least expect them.
Neither of them, however, were feeling particularly exhilarated on this camping trip. It was dark and had been raining hard for hours, meaning Taichi couldn't venture outside. Even if he wanted to, the ground would be too soggy for him to make it very far. And, with his only company in the tent (or indeed a good three mile radius) being this very displeased brunette, Koushiro wasn't enjoying himself much either.
Shadows danced across the sides of the tent as it tossed and swayed with the wind and rain, and Koushiro found himself very grateful for the lamps his mother had packed for him. It was easier to cope with while there was some light.
And, at long last, Taichi managed to find a way to entertain himself in the confines of the small tent. He held his hands up and more shadows were cast, only this time they were in vaguely distinguishable shapes; Koushiro would hazard a guess at one of them being a dog, and another being a butterfly. But soon even Taichi's hands grew tired of the shadows and instead they crept, as subtle as a brick through a window, towards Koushiro's face. He doesn't complain, even when the fingers trace along his lips and jaw, and then inch upwards to put knots in his hair, because a brief distraction for Taichi is still better than no distraction.