Author's Notes: Yeah so if any of you have some sort of diabetic/blood sugar problem,
I'd test myself after read this fic. It's unabashedly sugary, and I don't really care. Damn, I needed it. So enjoy one and all.
Disclaimer: I've
wished for many things in my life and few of them came true. Owning Digimon was one of those fruitless
desires. Woe is me.
Consummate
You want to know a funny thing? I've made an appointment to be kissed. Yeah, how scary huh? Then
again, scheduling is looking to be more important than ever these days, what
with Yamato's band rehearsals, my soccer practices and sporadic upheavals in
the digiworld. Hell, I was lucky enough
to find a good half hour of free time between the two of us.
You want to know something else? It's my first kiss. Yamato says it's a big deal for him too cause it'll 'consummate' our
relationship, whatever that means. Sure, I could look it up, but that would be well…effort. Completely unacceptable. So I'll take his word for it and maybe I'll
figure out what it means when we do it. Or maybe I won't and I'll end up pretending that I know what it means
and bullshitting my way through. Sounds
like a good plan, ne?
Can you tell I'm nervous? Well, I am. Mr. Cool has
officially become a walking, stumbling, air headed, menace to society. It's all I can do to stop myself from
absently running into the randomly placed trashcans, students and teachers in
the halls not to mention the occasional support column. If this were some half thought out American
comedy, there'd be two guys holding a large plate of glass ahead of me,
spanning the width of the hall just so I could conveniently smack face into it
and end up dazed and bleeding on the ground. Of course, then I'd need the nasally, 'ow, my nose!' comment or the
scene would just lose its novelty value. But I'm getting off track…
I guess you can say it's strange that we're doing this on
school grounds, on the roof to be exact. I'll be the first to admit that it's not romantic or that kind of stuff,
but I've never really had the heart for romance, or the stomach either. Yamato took me to a fancy restaurant once,
and we all but ended up having a food fight; fortunately, short-grained rice
doesn't fling too well. Don't tell the
waiter that though, he thought it was a very good threat I made. Got us quick drink refills too; score one
for me and my idiocy.
You know, kissing has always been one of those strange
things that you sort of want, but not really. Okay, that didn't make much sense, but it's true. The kiss is basically pressing mouths
together, maybe a tongue or two and then some exchange of spit. Disgusting, isn't it? But then it's supposed to be this great,
perfect thing and you can't help but ask 'why?' Of course, Yamato says that it's a pleasurable intense feeling,
an important part of any relationship. He should know, being the womanizer he is. To think, if I hadn't spilled my guts to him, he'd probably be
groping some girl right now instead of gearing up to make out with his best
friend. Funny, how things turn out
right?
Now, Yamato. You
know him; the kind of looks and personality that could very easily be
classified under 'naturally seductive'. They say opposites attract, part of which I guess could be true. I have giant unruly hair and his has that
'not even a monsoon will move this' quality. Then I'm very loud and annoying and he's quieter and charming. But we're both very social, me in my
in-your-face way and him in that 'I'm so mysterious' way. Still, a far cry from looking like
soulmates. I always wondered what he
really saw in me besides unabashed sexiness. That's right, you heard me. He
laughed at that too, a little insulting if you think about it, but he has a
beautiful laugh so all was forgiven. He
said I had all this kindness and loyalty and that junk. Really, I never knew I was such a great
person. I'll have to keep that in mind
next time I say something really, really tactless. Mental note: don't give
Mimi an honest answer when she asks about her hair…again.
So back to why I'm currently staring at myself in the
boy's room mirror. Well, that should be
obvious. Trust me, it's nothing to do
with any last minute preening, as if I could possibly do something with my
hair, or my face anyway. Nope, it's
just reinforcement. Still trying to
work out all this relationship stuff. Emotional attachment is a very frightening thing when you have no idea
what the hell you're doing. It just
about killed me to learn to hold hands, and that's like child's play in the
whole scheme of things. So just why am
I staring at my reflection? It's nice
every now and then to look at myself and see that I haven't changed too much,
like mutated into some simpering schoolgirl or something. God, that would suck a lot.
A quick glance at my watch and I've got another ten
minutes. Time for last minute
confessions. The appointment was made
over a week ago. Since then, I've had
this alternating recurring daydream/nightmare haunting me. The daydream involves me kissing Yamato
deeply. We're hugging each other and
kissing, normal stuff you see everyday. All together a very good image. Then the twisted part of my psyche retaliates by changing Yamato into a
giant mouth that picks me up between its teeth and bites me in two. Yeah, um, that could be something important
to a psychologist later on.
Another admission. I've been very methodical over this kiss. I've actually made a list; very professional of me don't you
think? Just ignore the fact that it's written
on two-ply school regulation toilet paper. Anyway, the list is on what I think the kiss will be like. There's 'warm' and 'wet' and some stupid
part of me put down 'magical.' I still
blush when I think about that moment of irrationality. What the hell happened? It must be Yamato. Always reaffirming his feelings for me. Damn, if I can't help but feel loved. Stupid warm, sappy emotions.
Okay, last secret. I've been abusing chapstick this whole week. So it's not too big a deal, but I needed to tell someone. I've never used it before. Kami-sama knows how strange it is, that warm
oiliness and the self-conscious feeling that it's a very girly thing to do. Plus it's cherry flavoured and red. Couldn't go for a manly, yellowish
unflavoured, could you Taichi?
Alright then, all confessions have been made. Time to go do this. Wish me luck, won't you?
So he's late. Like
five minutes, but still… And he
criticizes me on punctuality, the hypocrite. And like the lovestruck teenager I am, I stare at the roof door
and fantasize about how he'll look when he opens it. Which is rather stupid when you realize that this is just after
school and he's probably wearing his uniform like I am. Green blazer, white shirt, gray slacks…well,
that ruined the mood.
I turn around to look out over the grounds again, nothing
but…uh, school. When I turn back, he's
suddenly standing there in the doorway. Green jacket? Check. White shirt? Yep. Gray slacks? Affirmative. I wish I didn't
have to be right so often. Oh well, my
list never said anything about fashion. "So Yama, you ready to blow my world?"
His mouth curves into one of those smiles that makes my
insides toasty and gooey. Man, if he
could patent it, we'd be so fucking rich. He's suddenly right upon me, face inches from mine and smiling and
looking dazed. At least, I'm not the
only one. He talks and his breath is
moist against my cheek. "I've waited a
long time for this Taichi…"
I don't answer because he leans forward and kisses
me. It's open mouthed, warm, tingly,
fuzzy, lots of little things that I hadn't thought of to put on my list. There's the faint taste of cherry chapstick
and I can swear I know what he ate for lunch. I'll never think of fries the same way again. The feeling goes beyond our mouths too, his arms circling around
my waist, mine snug around his neck. We
both move our fingers in tantalizing circles. Mmm…that's good. Damn, I'm gonna
cut this short. Got better things to
do, right?
So how's the kiss overall? I think it's just plain magical.
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End Notes: Heh,
syrupy ain't it? Leave a review won't
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