What a mess! by Redvind
Disclaimers: if digimon belonged to me, you will see lots of Yamachi and Taito.
Redvind: I'm bored! I don't want any exam!...the voice inside my heart...
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Bib….another second passed.
Bib….OK, there're three seconds left.
Three…two…done!
Bibbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb…..
Now it's time! The oven rang immediately and Taichi opened it, trying to move his creator out to examine his work if it's all right this time. Since it's still too hot to touch, let alone too fast to move, he almost cried out and dropped his cake if only he wasn't biting his lower lip to stop his fingers from mind reflection. He quickly put it on the kitchen counter. That, of course, earned him the burnt, reddened fingers that made him run to the sink hurriedly.
"Fuck! This'd better worth it." He said while leaving his pitiful fingers in the water, then lifted some of them to put into his mount.
His cake…, well, that's what it's supposed to BE, though that wasn't what it looked like. Taichi's creator was something hard, burnt, all black, and surely very dangerous to eat…if he could cut it a slice. He looked at it over his shoulder, with a finger in his mount, let a sigh out. It was his third time to try barking and it still couldn't turn out right.
"Ok, it isn't." sighed again, sitting on a chair, he dipped a finger on the 'supposed to be a cake', considering what he was going to do with it. A soccer ball to play with Daisuke? - Maybe. No. It's food, maybe he should give it to Agumon, but what Agumon gonna use it for? Because he, as Taichi thought and so sure had very strong teeth, was unable to bite it at all. Agumon might think it's a rock and hit some bad Digimon with it- Hey! He didn't want his cake to turn into a great weapon so the only consideration here was just to throw it in a trash. He sighed again.
"Hope I'm getting better." He mumbled, eyes dropped half closed, staring at his mess. A mixer blow, a bag of cake powder, a pack of dozen eggs, a cup of milk, a ladle, a sieve…a lot of things he already used. Why was it hard to bake a decent cake anyway?
"No, I can't give up. I've come too far for it. Let see if I can try again." He slowly stood up, as the door was opened loudly- someone walking in.
"I'm back!" Hikari said, put her shopping bags down then turn to lock the door. "Really, Niichan, it's not the day you want to go shopping. The mall was crowded. I say the air conditions are working hard for hundreds people there. What do you think if they're dead? No-one will go to the mall for sure---what are you doing?"
She brought the bags to the living room, looking at Taichi as he was about to pour the flour off… Nothing came out.
"Great, now I run out of cake powder." He looked to another direction. "And maybe milk, too."
"Still try baking? Ne…need some help?" she walked over to him.
"Thanks, with the mess here." Taichi sighed-didn't know how many time today- as he and his little sister cleaned the place. Taichi washed all things while Hikari gathered all garbage. When she opened the trash to throw everything, she noticed.
"I think it's overheat, Niichan."
"Yeah, either that or I baked it too long." He finished washing already and joined Hikari to living room. "Remind me, why do I have to do this?"
"You've not told me. How can I remind you so?" the little brunette pointed out. Her brother groaned.
The truth was, two weeks ago, on one evening the boy brunette was over at his blonde friend. There was nothing left in the refrigerator, so they decided to go get some grocery. The two friends had almost done buying when the browned hair boy spotted the window display in the cake shop.
"Ha! A month till your birthday! Look at them, Yamato. Which one do you think is best? I like that chocolate one." He pointed, with sparking eyes, showed how much he really like it. "It looks nice."
"I think every cake looks nice to you, Taichi." The blonde chuckled softly.
"Yeah, specking of cake, you think we should have a birthday party?"
Yamato couldn't help but smile at his best friend who was so eager to hold his birthday party -even if it wouldn't come until next month. "One condition."
"Sure! Anything." He grinned widely. "If it doesn't involve me cutting my hair."
His friend laughed. "No, not that, Taichi. I know how much you treasure your trademark hair." Taichi stuck his tongue out at him. "You have to bake the cake."
"WHAT?" his eyes widened, not quite believed what he just heard.
"You heard me." The blonde leaned in closer to his ear. "I want you to back my cake. It would be a lovely present." When he saw Taichi look like wanting to say 'you've gotta be kidding me!', he added, smirking. "Or there'll be no party."
He walked away, ready to head home. The first thing Taichi said to him when he finally caught up was "You're joking, right?"
"No…"
"But Yamato! You know I've never backed a cake before! I don't know such a thing about it." He protested.
"You can learn." Yamato said calmly. "Everything has its first time. But…if you are really too clumsy to make one…" he trailed off teasingly.
"Who? Me, clumsy?" Taichi snapped, taking the challenge. He's not the type of guy who back away from a challenge. Never! "Funny, Yamato, really funny. I will show you I can bake your stupid cake!"
Yamato only turned to his friend, knowing perfectly well he would take the bait. "I will be waiting, Taichi." he said, winking.
Taichi grasped and groaned when realization hit him.
What have I got myself into?
"Niichan? Niichan, hello?" Hikari was waving her hand in front of his face. "Anyone here please answer me?"
"Hi?...sorry. What is it?" Taichi shot his head up, getting out of his memory. Hikari gave him a little grin.
"Well, you seemed to be out of space so I just decided to bring you back to earth." She turned on the television. The news was on. "But really, niichan, don't you have another thing to be worried about?"
"Like what?"
"Like…your school's fest?"
Taichi groaned. That was another thing that bothered him nothing less than Yamato's cake. Odaiba high school festival was coming up in two weeks. The same day as Yamato's birthday. The entire school was preparing for the event. Lots of activities were arranged. The soccer club would have a shooting goal game holding in the field, the tennis club decided to open a foretellers shop… etc. His class voted to open a fantasy café. It meant that the whole class had to dress as characters in Raknarok or fairy tales. They'd started making their outfit days ago. Sounded like fun? Yeah, real fun and he was kinda looking forward to it. So what was his problem?
Well, being a well-known athlete as he was, the school's board dragged him off his class to do the committee's work, which turned out to be a drama play.
The fuck was he was forced to work for the play.
Another fuck…Yamato was in it, too. The same reason as he was, being ordered because of his famous population.
From the very beginning they voted to play Shakspere's, however, the girls decided that it would be fun if they made up the story themselves. Since the head student was also a girl, she agreed and left it to her friend to do the plot.
The story plot…happened to be so dramatically girly-kind of soft opera. He wished he could have a word with whoever wrote the damn plot and made sure they knew his opinion.
"Alright guys! Let's do the part that the king told the prince to find his queen again. Hey! Where's the king? Someone go get him!" the stage director ordered loudly. She was the head of drama club that had succeeded many good drama plays. The girl was there as the head student asked the drama club for help…she did a pretty good job.
"Here comes the king, sampai." One of the drama club's members reported.
"Good. Come on Ishida-kun."
The story was about the prince finding his princess with a little help from the fairy godmother. The main characters were the prince, the princess and the fairy which they needed to vote for the right person for the right job. And the prince was, surprise surprise, Yamato. Much to the girls' delight. The princess was one of the best-looking girls in school and also the principle's daughter. There was a rumor that said she'd used her father's name to get the role…well, it's not like he cared that much.
"Yagami-kun, come here, please. We need a little help."
"Hai."
Taichi turned his attention back to his work, nailing the scene board and painting colors. The brunet had protested, somewhat sheepishly, to be in one of the roles, reasoning that he was bad at acting and promised that he would help making the scenes as much as he could. It was not a complete lie. Much to his relief, they believed him, though the drama club's headmistress kept convincing him that he just needed a little practice. He didn't think so.
"O Father, you called for me?" the prince said, bowing politely.
"Yes, son. Listen…"
"As the only heir of my throne, I acquire you to find your own queen." Taichi mumbled while he's working. The brunet could remember all the lines of every character by heart. Thanks to Yamato, the selfish bastard.
"Not like that! The king has to look more confident! Do you forget your lines? Try again!" the stage director, Isaya-san, ordered. She said she's not a perfectionist, but when someone told her warily that anything was doing fine as it was, she would snap.
"What the hell are you talking about! Fine? When the trees look ridiculous and the main king babbles on his lines? Or when the teapot is put on the left side instead of right side? It makes the actors difficult to play! And look at the dirty spot on the fairy's dress!..."
Not a perfectionist, she said, just wanted to be as close to perfect as possible… No one dared to argue with her. The girl was scary. However, working with her wasn't really bad. He understood that she just did her best. And there was another real problem…
"Ow! Watch it! You're stepping on my dress!"
Speaking of the devil…the brunet thought wearily as he looked over his shoulder to see another problem yelling at someone who played as a villager. The principle's daughter, Benio, was likely to whine longer if not for Isaya telling her to shut up. She didn't care whose daughter the girl was /or rather, she didn't care about anything but the play/ when it came to the play. Benio was resentfully huffed but did as she was told. As long as she wanted to be in the part of the play, she had to listen to the drama's director. It's something she couldn't whine at her father because he respected Isaya as she had raised the school's drama club's reputation recently. Thanks to this, they luckily still had someone to shut Benio up.
Despite the whine, Benio was quite a good actress. The brunet didn't want to think it's because either she always wanted to be the center of the attention or because of his best friend…her crush on the blonde wasn't something new anyway.
"Okay, here come the fairy and the prince. Ishida kun, Ito san, stand on the right. You two look at them and talk. The light will come from your left. Understand?"
Shrugging, Taichi turned back to his work, determined to make it done today. He found making the scenes was fun. The brunet loved making things with his hands. He heard someone saying that it could wait until tomorrow but could careless and kept on painting. The boards were bit, anyway, he was about to finish. He sure lost track of time and anything around. When it's getting dark, someone had to whip his head with something hard and sharp to get him looked up from works.
It worked.
"OW!" rubbing his damaged head, he turned to glaze at the only one who was standing freely behind him, carrying a school bag over one shoulder and holding his school bag—the weapon, with his right hand.
"Geez, Yamato, you didn't have to hit me!"
The blonde merely raised an eyebrow. "Either that or wait until you decided that you're finally pleased with your work which would take ages to be done." He smirked. "Come on. We can leave now. The practice's over. Everyone's gone."
Taichi blinked, slowly let Yamato's words sink in then looked around. Everybody else was already left. There were only him and Yamato in the gym hall.
Ready to go, the blonde turned, not waiting for his friend to return to reality. "Let's go."
The brunet turned back to his boards. Just a little bit more. "You go, then. I will complete them."
"Oi, come on, Taichi." Yamato groaned half-heartedly. "You can do it tomorrow."
But his friend wasn't in to mode to listen; he was already dragging the brush across the hard wood. The sight that made the handsome boy smile.
"Fine, but you have to come to my house tonight, alright."
He didn't expect an answer, knowing full well that the state didn't get through the brown head. Once his best friend was on his determining track, no way in hell Taichi would give up or back down.
So the blonde just found some place to sit and watch him peacefully. The fond smile never left his lips.
To be continued...
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Koromon: Another new story?
Redvind: Umm...yes/grin sheepishly/
Koromon: ...
Redvind: Aww, come on. This one used to be the fiction for Yamachi/Taito fiction contest for Yamachigroup on yahoo of Kat-sama. I never finished it and I really want to.
Koromon: The contest was almost 4 years ago!
Redvind: I know. That's why I totally forgot it.
Koromon: Hope not this time, too.
Redvind: Can't promise anything 'cause it's kinda old and there're other things I must work on...