Watching Out for Boobs


Yamato hummed to himself as he sat on a stool in his room, looking down at his electric guitar as he strummed along to the melody playing in his head. He kept the volume low, so as to not disturb his neighbors as he practiced. Behind him, the Chosen of Friendship could hear Gabumon puttering about on a small drum pad that simulated the real thing with only a fraction of the sound. They filled every inch of his room with music, giving him a wonderful sense of peace. Even though they did not have a gig that week, it always paid to practice, and it was one of his favorite things to do with his partner.

Besides, there was something cathartic about music.

Unfortunately, the sudden chime of his D-Terminal created a discordant melody that jarred Yamato from his music. He stopped playing immediately, knowing that these devices Koshiro made to help them communicate were only to be used in Chosen business. Something was wrong and he needed to find out what.

However, the message Yamato found was not one that he expected.

Open your front door already!

Yamato stared at the message for a moment before he looked up. It was then that he noticed a loud knocking at the front door. Glancing to Gabumon – who stopped playing as well – the Chosen of Friendship put down his guitar on his bed and headed out to answer the door. With his father at work, that left no one but Yamato to deal with any visitors that came calling, and given how occupied he and Gabumon had been with their music, they must not have noticed it before. It made him wonder what was so important. "Hello–?"

A frazzled Taichi stood in front of the apartment door as it swung open, D-Terminal clutched tightly in one hand as the other, curled in a fist, nearly came down on Yamato's head. He yelped and quickly pulled back his arm just short of the blond, wobbling from the redirected momentum. It was only thanks to Agumon grabbing his leg at the last second that he remained upright. A beat later, he scowled. "Finally! I've been out here pounding on your door for ten minutes! Your neighbors have been staring."

Yamato looked down the length of the hallway to confirm that at least half of the other apartments had neighbors peering out their doors with varying degrees of curiosity and irritation. He quickly ushered Taichi and Agumon inside and shut the door behind them to hide them from prying eyes. After locking the door and letting out a sigh, he turned to Taichi. "Sorry, I totally didn't hear." He paused as he took in the expression the brunette wore. "…Did something happen?"

Taichi shoved his D-Terminal into his pocket and rubbed the back of his head beneath the band of his goggles, his eyes fixed on the wall rather than Yamato. "Well, uh… see… I was just out with Sora and… I kinda…"

Yamato stared at Taichi, his eyes widening a fraction before his expression deadpanned. "What did you do."

A nervous note of laughter escaped Taichi's lopsided smile. "I, uh, kinda said something…"

Yamato's stare was piercing. "About?"

Taichi focused on his fingers as he poked them together. "Her, er, boobs."

Yamato stared at Taichi in silence for several minutes. Then, he slowly brought up his hand to press his palm against his forehead, feeling a headache coming on from his friend's sheer stupidity. "Taichi…"

Taichi's cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink. "I-It's not like I was trying to be a pervert about it! See, this older lady with giant boobs walked by and Sora was looking at her chest and looking all depressed, so I told her that she didn't have anything to worry about since she's got the biggest boobs in her class so she'll probably be just as big or bigger than that lady when she gets that old too!"

"He apologized a lot, but Sora was too angry to listen," Agumon said. "She was even more upset than that time you grabbed pads instead of money from her purse like she asked and the whole restaurant was staring at you guys when you were asking her what they were and opened one up!"

"D-don't remind me, Agumon," Taichi muttered, mortified by the memory.

Yamato stared at Taichi for a long moment as he processed what the other Chosen had said, then slowly arched an eyebrow. "You do realize that sounds like you're checking out all the other girls in her class, right?"

Taichi's blush deepened. "That's the first thing Sora yelled at me about, but I swore I don't, and it's true! I just… Girls have boobs! They're right there!" He cupped his hands in front of his chest. "It's like looking at a guy and knowing he's skinny or got muscles or something! It's not like I gawk at them or anything! I just…"

Agumon nodded sagely. "Even Digimon have boobs sometimes too."

"I know, I know," Yamato said with a heavy sigh. "But considering how self-conscious Sora can be, that's still not something you should just say."

Gabumon peered out from the doorway leading to Yamato's bedroom. "All human women seem to be really self-conscious when it comes to their breasts." He paused for a moment. "Or at least, that's what happens a lot on TV."

Yamato shook his head before folding his arms across his chest. "All right, leave it to me. I'll try and calm Sora down. I'm sure she knows you're just being a boob, not that you actually meant anything about hers."

Taichi chuckled awkwardly as he gave his friend a lopsided grin. "Thanks a lot."

Yamato returned the smile. "No problem. But in the future, you should probably distract her from being self-conscious in other ways, without comparing her to anyone. She does that too much as it is."

Taichi frowned before letting out a grunt. "She really shouldn't do that. Sora is the most awesome girl I've ever met! She makes all other girls seem so… so boring! I really don't get why she keeps thinking they're better than her."

Yamato tilted his head before clasping his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sure she'd like to hear that from you. Girls can be pretty nasty to each other. You won't believe the crap I've seen during my concerts."

Taichi groaned softly, frustration marring his features. "I'll tell her that all she wants if she's even going to listen to me right now."

Yamato chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't worry. I'll go see Sora. Honestly, she's probably expecting me."

Taichi let out an awkward chuckle. "Yeah, probably." He exhaled deeply. "Thanks for putting up with always winding up between us like this."

Yamato waved his hand dismissively, as he smiled wryly. "It's fine, I don't mind at all. It doesn't happen nearly as often as it used to, not that I minded then either. Friendship is about supporting each other, right? I–"

The Chosen of Friendship paused when his cell phone began to ring. He immediately recognized the ringtone even as he flipped it open. After listening for a little while, he tossed Taichi a grin. "I'll be right there, Sora."

Taichi gave his friend a sheepish smile and mouthed the words, "Thank you." He then quietly made his exit with Agumon right behind him.