Author's Note: Hello, LILFOC here! Some of you may recognise me as a regular reviewer and after years of reading fanfiction I've decided to try write some of my own. The intention is to write one-shots based before and during the timeline of tri (so beware of spoilers) focusing on the things revealed in the movies (so as of now I won't speculate as to what is happening after Confession). Stories will range from the cracky (as the first one is), to the fluffy, to the shippy, ect. I apologise if my writing is a little stiff as I've not written creatively since school ended (but give me formal business letters to do and I can crank them out no problem.) Anyways I hope those who give this a chance like it and I would appreciate feedback and ideas for other one-shots.

This first one-shot is based after the events of confession and on a hilarious post on tumbr (link: post/150882498345/rainbow09-on-my-love1514-ok-yamato-taichi). I've tried to include as many of the speculations given in this post as possible. Also I make references to the manga 'Gintama' (as the anime didn't come out till 2006 and tri is set in 2005), if you havn't seen it..I recommend you check it out and apologise to those who don't get the joke (alot of the humour here is derived from Gintama's style)

BACKPACKS.

Jou was exhausted.

Well sure the day was far from over; the evening sun shone brightly in the sky and no one had started complaining…yet. Which was surprising considering the fact the group had arrived and trekked across the Digiworld, run away from two battling ultimate level Digimon and just found their amnesia plagued partners.

Yep…Jou felt he was very much entitled to be exhausted, both physically and mentally. Nevertheless he couldn't help but notice (and point out) that something was amiss as the team settled down for a break and the Digimon nestled in their arms.

'Um… Yamato… Taichi…. Where the hell are your backpacks?'

The aforementioned parties just looked at him, the former with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirked and the latter with a lazy shrug. Jou couldn't help but respond to this 'No seriously… did you two not prepare at all? What are you afraid this will hurt your street cred? I mean everyone else brought supplies! It's not like we're going home anytime soon!' The rest of the team were watching the conversation now, with Yamato and Taichi still not looking bothered in the slightest. Jou rubbed his temples, this was probably gonna lead to a headache.

Taichi was the first to respond 'relax Jou! I don't need one…I've managed before and the goggles are supplies enough.' Taichi then proceeded to strike a dramatic pose as Yamato 'casually' leaned back against a tree, arms folded and sunlight glinting off his fair hair. It was the most ridiculous thing Jou had ever seen and to add insult to the injury Yamato (who probably thought his attitude would be enough to carry him through an undetermined amount of time in a monster infested world) decided now was the time to agree with Taichi on something (which was a very bad thing considering one of the last times that happed Jou ended up knocked unconscious by Gommamon and naked on an onsen floor…Taichi and Yamato's combined stupidity was clearly bad for his health).

'There's no need Jou… trust us we've got this! Please don't get worked up over this!' remarked Yamato having the decency to look slightly guilty as his eyes roamed briefly over to where his younger brother and Hikari were sitting. That was when the penny dropped for Jou (there was also a murmured 'there's nothing rock and rolling about having a huge backpack strap across your chest' from Yamato but Jou decided to ignore that).

'You two idiots got your siblings to carry your stuff for you!' Bukamon was outright sniggering in his arms and Taichi (not a drop of shame in his eyes) proudly declared 'see problem solved Jou! We don't need backpacks when younger siblings are much more efficient!'

It was at this point the said younger siblings decided to add their two cents in. 'Its alright Jou-sempai, I don't mind… Oni-Chan agreed to occasionally carry the bag.' (aww sweet Hikari, brother-lover that she was, reduced to a silently suffering pack mule…bless her cotton socks).

Takeru looked up from currently squishing his cheek against Tokomon, a sparkle in his eyes Jou hadn't seen in a while (though was none the less weary off). 'Exactly, one of us had to be responsible and I couldn't let Aniki's image be marred by the heavy straps of a backpack now could I? Not when he has the weight of his marital problems with Taichi to shoulder! What kind of brother would that make me?' At this Yamato ceased his majestic posing against the tree to shoot his brother an annoyed look (tarnishing said image). Jou almost felt sorry for him… Sweet baby faced Takeru could sometimes be downright troll (Jou was still a little salty about the 'is she human' comment).

Jou was determined, despite these comments (and risks to his mental wellbeing), to drive his point across. With a frustrated sigh he turned to the guilty parties, glasses glinting 'What's wrong with you two? Have you no shame? They're younger than you! You should be setting a good example for them! Why do we follow you two idiots? Don't you agree Sora?' he said, turning to his fellow parental figure of the group (and hopefully sane ally).

Sora looked up from where she had been softly conversing with Piyokomon, a distracted look in her eye. 'Huh… oh sorry Jou-Sempai, I wasn't paying too much attention but don't worry I anticipated their actions and packed and extra bag.'

In response to this Jou ended up flinging his arms (and his partner…good thing Bukamon could float!) into the air his voice raising several decibel levels 'why are you encouraging them!' (Seriously what fresh hell was this?). He crushed his feelings of dejection as Sora proceeded to ignore him and softly caress the petals on Piyokomon's head (Sora had been out of sorts since they reunited). Jou pinched the bridge of his nose as the 100th sigh since the conversation began escaped his lips while Mimi sauntered over to give him a pat on the shoulder 'looks like you're stuck as the group's straight man Jou.' He couldn't help but chuckle at that 'I now know how Shimura Shinpachi feels.'

Of course when misfortune struck Jou it tended to hold him in its vice like grip and what he intended to be a silent murmur ended up being herd by everyone. He looked up to a mixture of amused and confused looks and a chorus of comments.

'Whats a Shinpachi?' (Montimon), 'Is it tasty?' (Koromon), 'You read Gintama Jou-sempai?' (Hikari), 'Shinpachi is a human wearing pair of glasses from the manga series Gintama. He reacts to the other characters insanity though the power of shrieking.' (Takeru; who was trying to be helpful but only raised a barrage of more questions from the Digimon), 'Are you and Otaku Jou? I bet you are!' (Taichi, followed by majestic sniggers from Yamato…Jou almost wished they would start punching each other) and 'you look like a human wearing pair of glasses' (from Bukamon… he was being strangely silent; it was honestly about time he said something).

Just as Jou was about to bash his head in (or suffer an aneurism from the sheer stupidity surrounding him) Koushiro finally decided it was his turn to speak. 'I'd actually say the animators who got lazy with designing us different clothes and just decided to stick us in our uniforms… as if those are the best clothes for exploring the digital world… realized they couldn't be bothered/couldn't afford to give us all backpacks. Therefore they looked at which two of us were the least likely to bring one, decided Taichi and Yamato where the most impractical and went with it.'

Silence followed this revelation as Koushiro turned back to his laptop, broken only by a whisper from a wide eyed Mimi. 'Koushiro are you Deadpool?'

'Whats a Deadpool?'

Jou of course never heard the answer because he walked away from the conversation completely done. Wishing he had the opportunity to re-write his will because his friends were a lot more likely to kill him than any rouge Digimon.