Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, nor it's characters. I'm just using them for my amusement.
A dog is a man's best friend
Me? Jealous?
Yeah, right.
Of that idiotic, prissy, pink, fluffy, loud, obnoxious, ungrateful, high-maintenance..
You get the picture.
Mimi.
I want to rip the little bitches hair right off that beautiful little head.
Who does she think she is? All over my Taichi. I'll give her a piece of my mind.
On the opposite side of the room, on a red velvet sofa, sat Taichi Yagami. The tall brunette. A greek god by anyone's standards. Big brown puppy dog eyes, tanned supple skin and a body to die for. He sat back against thick cusions comfortably, and in his hand held a small half empty wine glass. To his arm, clung a woman, Mimi Tachikawa. Fairly tall, bubblegum pink hair, thin pale lips. She was pretty, but nothing next to Taichi.
From across the room, he watched them, fury boiling inside him. Yamato Ishida. The definition of beauty. Long, shoulder length blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes. He was tall and slender, giving him a fragile look. He didn't look to fragile there, fists clenched, brows furrowed. Suddenly, the expression of anger was gone, replaced by sadness. All he could do was watch as Taichi was fondled and petted by the woman on his arm. He couldn't do a thing about it. What would his best friend think if he went storming over, arms flailing and screaming at the top of his lungs. He'd think he was crazy. He may even figure out why he was doing those things. He could figure out that Yamato was in love with him."Tai.."The blonde sighed. He wasn't going to just stand there watching. Turning on his heels he grabbed a glass of wine from the passing waiter, downed it, and entered the elevator. As the doors closed the sounds of people singing and dancing, drinking and socialising were almost gone. Murmers of sound could be heard, but it was almost silence. Leaning against the elevator wall, Yamato dabbed his forhead with the back of his hand. He loosened his Tie and lit a cigarrette. The elevator came to a halt as a 'ding' announced the opening of the doors and he exited.
"Ohhh Taiiii", squealed the woman.
"What?" He asked, annoyance ringing in his voice. The woman looked at him absurdedly.
"If you're not going to pay me any attention, i'll leave..", she whined, trailing a finger over his chest. The brunette sighed. What did it matter? Did she really think he'd care?
"Go. You're giving me a headache". He waved a hand and took a final sip from his wine glass. The woman tutted and grabbing her purse, she stood and dissapeared into the crowd of dancers.
"Finally.." he groaned, "I can leave..". He looked around the room, as if searching for someone and with no luck, exited down the stairs.
"I assume Matt left.. I hope he didn't bring home a girl", he sighed. Jumping in his car he drove towards Yamato's house.
Yamato closed his front door behind him and switched the light on as he entered the apartment. Everything in it matched, a dark red and black. It looked romantic and modern. Hanging his jacket up, he pulled a wallet, cell phone, a pack of cigarrettes and some gum from his jean pockets and placed them on the coffee table before kicking his shoes onto the floor next to it. He pulled the red fitted t-shirt over his head and flung it onto a chair. He removed the leather belt with little effort, unzipped his jeans and removed them. Throwing them on the floor before entering the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from a neat, folded pile and placed it onto the radiator. Removing his dark red boxers, he switched on the shower, and dissapeared into the cubicle.
He clambered up the steps, out of breath.
"I swear, they add more stairs everytime I come here!" he moaned. He reached Yamato's door and knocked. No answer. The brunette pressed his ear to the door and listened intently.
"Is the shower running?", he whispered to himself. Turning the door knob, he found it to be unlocked and let himself in. He hung his jacket next to Yamato's and entered the main apartment. He laughed, noticing the trail of clothes leading towards the bathroom where the shower was in fact, running.
"And we all thought you were clean, Yama", he giggled and raided the cupboards for something to eat. Finding some biscuits, he grabbed a pack of cookies and threw them across the room onto the sofa. He grabbed some milk from the fridge and poured himself a glass. He found some straws and little umberellas in the cutlery draw and added them. Proud with his work, he slouched into the couch and began flicking through the channels on the tv. The water had stopped running.
The man clambered out of the shower, and wrapped the warm towel around his waist. Checking himself in the mirror. He almost gasped when he opened the door, if Tai's hair had not stuck up so far above the sofa.
"Tai?.." The brunette leapt up at the sound of his name. He knelt down on the cusions and placed his hands atop the sofa to look at Yamato. He looked like a little puppy dog, which made Yamato smile.
"Yama!" The brunette barked.
"You'd think this was your home.." Matt sighed, raising an eyebrow at the boy. "What're you doing here, Tai?" he asked, joining his friend on the couch.
"I wanted to stay over! I havn't slept over for so long", he grinned.
"Yeah, since we were 12? How old are you now, Tai?", Matt giggled. The brunette did not answer, he seemed to be distracted by the sight of his friend in a towel. He smiled and turned his attention to the television.
"Haha.. Can I?", he knelt down before the blonde, placing his hands in a begging notion. His eyes seemed to water.
'Like a puppy.. so adorable', Yamato thought to himself. He raised a hand to pet the tuft of brown hair on his pup.
"I guess it's alright".
The pair watched Tv for a while, chatting about whatever popped into Taichi's head and munching on cookies.
"It's late, i'm going to bed. I'll bring out some blankets and cushions for you".
"What?" Tai yelped.
"Would you rather me buy you a dog house?" The blonde smirked.
"But you have a double bed, don't you?"
"Yes.."
"So why can't I sleep in it?"
"You want me to sleep on the sofa after you turned up uninvited?" He laughed.
"I want to sleep with you Yama.." The brunette pouted.
"The eyes! Not the eyes!", Matt screamed jokingly. "Fine.." he smiled. Tai did a small victory dance before switching off the Tv and dragging Yamato by the hand into the bedroom. He pounced on the floor and began opening all the drawers.
"What're you doing, Tai?"
"I need pyjamas!"
"I don't have any.."
"You don't have pyjamas? What do you sleep in then?" Yamato winked at his friend, and got into bed, removing the towel under the covers. He laughed. Tai looked dumbfounded.
"In the nude?", he asked.
"Nah. Go in the top drawer and fetch me some boxers. You can borrow some if you need them". Tai rummaged through the drawer before producing a pair of tiger patterned boxers.
"Wild", he said, throwing them to his friend.
"Hmm.. these for me!", he grinned removing his clothes and putting on a pair of superman boxers. Yamato giggled.
"Trust you".
"How do I look?", Tai asked while doing muscle man poses.
"Sexy, now get in" Matt laughed.
'Literally..' he thought. Tai jumped into bed beside Matt and wrapped his arms around the pillow.
"COMFY!"
"Go to sleep!"
"'Kay", he replied in a childish voice. Matt had closed his eyes and was already drifting off. He snuggled into his cusion and lay silent.
'God, Matt. I've never noticed how beautiful you look asleep..' Tai thought, tracing a hand through the blonde's silky hair. He edged closer and wrapping his arms around his best friend's waist, he drifted into a slumber. They were a picture.
