Hey everyone and welcome to the first episode of Desire ;) Yeah this fic is going to be like a yaoi anime. It's what Digimon could have been like without the Digimon (ironically) and if it was a typical yaoi anime. Why typical? 'Cause I'm tired of plot and character based stories which I can't seem to finish. So this idea came to me when I woke up one day and decided to put Yamato in a yaoi anime. Why is he the main character? Partly 'cause Gabumon's voice actress commented Yamato's a tsundere, and Yamato's voice actor agreed, "Yeah, that's what we call people like him." A tsundere's a person who refuses to admit his/her feelings, and they're often found in shoujo anime and yaoi/shonen-ai anime. It doesn't help that the girl in his Drama CD focused on his character called him 'delicate'. It's too obvious and tempting really.

Well anyway if you don't know what's yaoi, you better leave now. But I think I made the title and summary rather informative so I'm guessing you're all here for some good old smut. Well you won't be disappointed in the yaoi part. All the good old cliches will be here- no money, age difference, tsundere, blah blah. Warning though; there'll probably be a plot too, as much as I'd like to have it as a PWP. And character development and stuff. What can I say, I'm a literature student, I take exams and write essays on this stuff, it's part of my nature.

Since this is going to be like a yaoi anime, the prologue was like the foreshadowing scene before the opening song. In this AU world, everyone is born with cat ears and the only way to lose them is to lose their virginity. So with the Disclaimer : I don't own Digimon or its characters and I don't own Loveless or its concept either, enjoy.

(Cue Opening Song: Butterfly)

Episode 1: Desire


An alarm clock rang loudly, only to be smashed silent by a hand. There was the sound of a yawn, and a head of messy blond hair with cat ears popped up from under the covers, and blue eyes blinked open sleepily.

"Ah…" the blond yawned, shifting his tired gaze, "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's still early. Guess I'll go back to sleep…"

"Yamato!" The blond started, shooting up from bed as there was a sharp rap on the door, "Get up! You have school!"

"Dad?" Yamato murmured in surprise.

"Yamato!"

"Yeah, I'm up!" Yamato yelled back. He sighed, then reluctantly tossed the covers away, raising a hand to his forehead. "Damn…"

He staggered to the bathroom, and almost blanched when he saw the state of his hair, "Shit," Yamato muttered, "Will have to fix this…"

He sighed and quickly got to brushing his teeth. After that, he stripped away his clothes and stepped into the shower, sighing in contentment at the warm water sliding down his body. He spent the most time on his hair, washing it carefully with his favorite shampoo, careful not to touch his cat ears.

"YAMATO!"

"Geez," Yamato mumbled. He sighed and quickly washed all the soap and shampoo away, turning the showerhead off and stepping out of the shower. He grabbed a towel from a drawer, yelling, "Coming!"

It didn't take him long to get into his school uniform. He smoothed the creases of his shirt down, then grabbed the hairdryer nearby and began to blow dry his golden locks of blond hair. "Why is he so impatient today?"

The warm air fluffed up his hair, and Yamato soon turned the hairdryer off. He snatched up a comb nearby and went to the mirror in the bathroom, carefully combing his hair to the way he liked it.

Yamato smiled when he was done. He ran a hand through his blond hair, his cat ears twitching. "Perfect."

"Ishida Yamato!" His dad's voice almost made him jump, "What is taking you so long?!"

"Just give me one more minute!" Yamato shouted back, "I need to get my guitar!"

"Hurry up!"

"Right!" Yamato replied, then sighed. He strode swiftly out of the bathroom, grabbing his wallet from nearby. His guitar case was near his bed and he picked it up, heaving it over his shoulder and striding to the door.

"Yamato," his father said when he came down the stairs. "You're finally here."

Yamato shrugged, looking at his father with curious blue eyes, "Why are you here, dad?" He asked. "Don't you have work?"

His father sighed. "Sit down and have breakfast," he said, "I have something important to tell you."

Yamato pulled out the chair at the dining table and sat down, placing his guitar case on the floor. He looked at his father, and noticed he looked worried, even weary, his small eyes regarding him with something he couldn't recognize. "What's wrong, Dad?"

"Yamato," his father said as he began to eat his breakfast, "You know, you're attending music school…"

"Yeah." Yamato eyed his father skeptically. "I know."

"And I know you really love music. But…"

"What is it?" Yamato said, feeling a sudden apprehension, "You…aren't going to ask me to quit, are you?"

His father sighed, and reached up to run a tired hand through his short brown hair. Yamato bit his lip, blue eyes narrowed. "Dad," he said. "You promised."

"I know, Yamato. I know I promised, but…" the older male sighed again and rested his arms on the table, interlocking his fingers, "I'm afraid it's unlikely you'll be able to continue."

"Why!?" Yamato raised his voice, staring disbelievingly at his father, "I fulfilled your terms! I proved to you I was capable in my studies! So why-"

"Yamato!" His father said sharply and Yamato gritted his teeth, but fell silent. "I know you have, but do you know how expensive the school fees are?!"

"…I know." Yamato said quietly. "I know, and I really appreciate…"

"It's one of the best music schools in Japan, and you know that Yamato," his father told him. "And you and I both know you're more than worthy enough, that you deserve to be there."

"Thanks Dad," Yamato attempted a smile. He bit his lip, "It's because of your job, isn't it?"

"…Yeah." His father said, meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry to say this, Yamato, but I've been demoted. A jealous bastard jeopardized me and sabotaged not only my promotion, but my current position-" he clenched his fist, eyes hard. "So I'm afraid it's unlikely we'll have the funds to let you attend your school for long."

"I see." Yamato said, his voice soft. His cat ears drooped.

"I'm sorry, Yamato." His father sounded sincere. "I know you love music, but these…are the circumstances."

"It's fine." Yamato said. "Is that all?"

"Yeah." His father said. Yamato raised his gaze as he stood up, "Well, I'll be going off to work now. Or I'll be late."

"Right. Bye Dad."

"Bye, Yamato, take care," his father smiled at him, then turned. "Enjoy school, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"For the time that it lasts." Yamato thought cynically. He watched as his father left the house, closing the door behind him, leaving him alone.

Yamato groaned. He turned his gaze down to his bread and eggs his father had made for him, picking up the bread and chewing on it half heartedly.

He knew he should have just fallen back asleep.


"Hey Ishida!" His classmate greeted him brightly when he entered the classroom, "Enjoyed your summer break?"

"I guess."

"Hey man, what's wrong?" The taller boy asked, looking at him curiously. "You look kind of down."

"It's nothing, Akemi." Yamato sighed as he placed his guitar case against his desk and pulled his chair out, "I'm just feeling a little under the weather."

"Awww, cheer up!" Akemi said cheerfully, clapping a hand on his shoulder with a grin, "We're back at school!"

"Think of all those other students who're not in this awesome school!" Akemi said, "They must be feeling worse than you are!"

"Uhuh," Yamato smiled, "Good thing we're not in high school, huh?"

"That's the spirit!"

"I'm glad you're feeling very enthusiastic about school, Akemi," a feminine voice said, "But homeroom is starting and I'll appreciate it if you sat down."

The class laughed, and Akemi grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, teacher!" He said, "I didn't notice you!"

The teacher just shook her head, a bemused smile on her lips, "Well, starting from today, a new student will be joining us," she said promptly. She turned her head, nodding, "Come in."

The door slid open and a brown haired girl with cat ears stepped into the classroom. Her blue eyes sparkled when she faced the class, and bowed, "Hello, everyone! Nice to meet you! My name is Itoshi Shizuka!"

"Tell us about yourself, Shizuka." The teacher said kindly.

"Oh! Uh, well, I play the flute…" Shizuka trailed off. She smiled. "I really love music, and I'm really glad to be able to join this school, and this class!" She bowed again, "Please take care of me!"

There was clapping, some polite, some enthusiastic, and the teacher smiled, "Right, thank you, Shizuka," she said, "You can take a seat next to Ishida-kun."

"Raise your hand, Ishida-kun."

Yamato raised his hand almost lazily. He watched as Shizuka walked towards the desk next to his, sitting down and smiling at him.

"Ishida-kun, you'll also be in charge of showing Itoshi-kun around the school," the teacher said, "Do make her feel welcome."

"Yes, teacher." Yamato said as some of the boys groaned. He returned Shizuka's smile.

"Damn, why does Ishida get all the girls?"

"He already has his own fanclub!"

"Just because he plays the guitar…"

"Shizuka-chan's really pretty, don't you think?"

"Heh, Shizuka already?"

"Nice to meet you, Ishida-kun!" Yamato blinked at the hand held out to him, "I hope we'll be great friends!"

Yamato smiled, and reached out to take hold of Shizuka's hand. "Call me Yamato." He said.

"Oh, well then, Yamato-kun-"

"Yamato."

"…Yamato," Shizuka smiled at him, tilting her head. She shook Yamato's hand, then withdrew, "You can call me Shizuka then."

Yamato smiled. "Nice to meet you, Shizuka." He said smoothly.

"S-Shizuka already?"

"Look, Ishida's already charming her!"

"Yeah, they're on first name basis!"

"Well isn't this interesting!" A bespectacled girl grinned, "Are we witnessing the latest budding romance in this school?!"

"Oh shut up, Ayumi," a girl said, but with playfulness in her voice, "Seriously, I don't know why you're in music school!"

"Oh you shut up, Miki, I'm better at the violin than you are!"

"Oh really?"

"Right, right, settle down class," the teacher said, but she was smiling in amusement. "We do have a schedule, you know."

"Right, Michi-sensei!"

Yamato shared an amused smile with Shizuka, then turned his gaze back to the front as homeroom resumed.

He would miss this class.


"Yamato!"

"Yeah?"

"We're friends, right?"

"Yeah," Yamato blinked. "We are. Why?"

"Because, you seem to be quite distant lately," Shizuka said to him, staring at him with concern in her blue eyes, "Is something the matter, Yamato-kun?"

"I…" Yamato sighed. He stared at her with an uncertain gaze, cat ears bending forward slightly, "You really want to know, huh?"

Shizuka stared at him. Then she smiled widely, and reached out her hands towards his cat ears, "You're so cute!"

"Ah!" Yamato gasped.

Shizuka's eyes widened and she took her hands back, "Sorry!"

Yamato flushed and she pouted at him, "Hey…why are you so sensitive there?" She complained. She reached her hands up, placing them on her own cat ears, "Look! I'm not that sensitive!"

"How the hell would I know?" Yamato muttered. His cat ears twitched.

"You're like…hyper sensitive!" Yamato bit his lip as Shizuka touched the tips of his cat ears. His cheeks flushed, "See, I only touched the tips and you're already blushing!"

"Shut up…" Yamato said in embarrassment. "Weren't we talking about why I've been distant?"

It had been about a week and a half since he had met Shizuka, and he'd quickly learnt that she wasn't as quiet as her name suggested. Not at all- in fact, she was cheerful and lively, and reminded him of Akemi slightly. And she seemed to like touching his cat ears or pointing them out, even though she had her own. He didn't understand why. He'd told her so many times to not do it, and that he wasn't cute, but for having such a good musical ear, she was deaf to his reprimands.

Well, at least it was refreshing having a girl who didn't drool over his looks or musical talent. It had been slightly flattering having his own fanclub at first, but now, after having to run away from them more times than he could count and hearing those piercing screams of his name, it was tiring.

"Well," Shizuka said, her tone turning serious, though she was still smiling at him, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I would rather not." Yamato said. He wanted to escape from reality, for a little longer.

"We won't then." Shizuka said simply and he blinked. She grinned and grabbed his arm, standing up. "Come on Yamato! You promised me a duet, remember?!"

Yamato stared. Then he smiled, and rose to his feet, meeting Shizuka's understanding blue eyes.

"Yeah. Thanks, Shizuka."


"Hey, Yamato?"

"Yeah?"

They were walking towards the school gates of the majestic school, surrounded by laughing students on the way home together. It was evening, and the sunlight shone on their hair, illuminating the strands in shades of sleek orange. Shizuka turned to him, and her blue eyes shone in the sunset with contentment.

"I love this school." She said, raising her gaze to the shades of orange and yellow in the sunset sky. "Everyone's so nice here. The atmosphere is so peaceful, and it's really fun." She then lowered her gaze back to Yamato, smiling brightly, "I'm glad I came here!"

"Me too," Yamato said, smiling as he met Shizuka's eyes. "I'm glad to have met you, Shizuka."

And he was. Shizuka was cheerful, and it cheered him up too. She was musically talented like him, and it was nice creating music with her. He had told her about his dream of being a rockstar when she asked, and she hadn't laughed, but told him with a confident smile that she was sure he would be one in the future. Having her as a friend had almost allowed him to forget about his problem. She was sincere, and genuine, not like those girls who claimed to love him- because of his looks and musical talent.

"Awww," Shizuka smiled brightly at him, her eyes shining, "Yamato, you're so sweet!"

Yamato flushed. "Don't say that." He muttered. He held up a hand, shooting her a warning glare as he saw her move. "Don't."

Shizuka smiled sheepishly at him. "Sorry, I just can't resist sometimes!"

"You mean all the time."

"Yeah, but, you're really cute, Yamato!" Shizuka insisted. "Haven't you looked in a mirror?"

Yamato sighed. "You know," he said, "Other girls would call me cool and handsome and hot and pretty, but not cute."

"Yeah," Shizuka nodded in agreement. Yamato blinked and she frowned, "I don't know what's wrong with them!"

"So…" Yamato said slowly, "I'm not cool and handsome and hot and pretty?"

"Eh…" Shizuka blinked her blue eyes. "Well, you are but you're more cute than you are cool and handsome and hot and pretty," she held out her hands, "I'm not saying you're not cool, you are!"

"So," Yamato smirked, raising a hand to his hair, "You think I'm hot and cool, Shizuka?"

"Who wouldn't?" Shizuka said, but her face was pink. She cleared her throat, then smiled at him, "But you're also a pretty boy, Yamato! And cute!"

Yamato's lips twitched, then he laughed. Shizuka stared at him as he laughed, chuckling, "Uh," she said, "Did I say something wrong?"

"N-Nothing." Yamato managed. He coughed, then grinned at her, "Well, this 'pretty boy' thinks you're cute too, Shizuka."

He watched in amusement as Shizuka flushed. "Well," she said. "That's new."

"Oh don't worry," Yamato said with a grin as they walked along, "Being cute is new for me too."

Shizuka swatted him on the arm and he laughed. She grinned up at him, "Fine," she said playfully, "You're cool too, Ishida Yamato."

"How long have you waited to say that?" Yamato smirked and quickly dodged her playful punch. He ran a hand through his long blond hair, blue eyes amused, "You thought I was hot the moment you saw me, didn't you?"

"Hot and pretty," Shizuka laughed up at him, her eyes shining. "And cute, of course."

"Oh will you stop that." Yamato said in exasperation but there was a smile playing across his lips.

Shizuka gave him an innocent look, but he could see the amusement in her eyes, "I'm just telling the truth, Yamato-chan."

"Really, Shizuka-chan," Yamato said, twitching, "Or are you getting your revenge for me getting my revenge on you for calling me cute?"

"Bingo, Yamato-chan!" Shizuka winked at him, with a grin, "But you're really cute, you know."

"And hot and handsome and sexy."

"That too." Shizuka nodded. Then she blinked, then shot him an indignant glower, "Hey!"

"What?" Yamato smirked. "I'm just telling the truth, Shizuka-chan."

Shizuka pouted at him, giving a light punch on the arm. "Bad kitty!"

Yamato rolled his eyes, "You're going to ruin my reputation, Shizuka." He said. "I'm not a kitten."

"But those cat ears are so cute!"

"They're no cuter than yours."

Shizuka just smiled and reached up to ruffle his hair, and he slapped her hand away automatically, glaring, "Not the hair, Shizuka!"

"No?"

"No." Yamato emphasized, reaching up to pat his blond locks down carefully.

Shizuka turned her gaze to his cat ears, and he said, "Not those either."

"But they're what makes you cute." Shizuka said disappointedly.

"All the more you shouldn't touch them," Yamato said as he removed his hand from his hair, "Then maybe you'll stop calling me cute."

Shizuka smirked at him, "You wish, Yamato."

"Yeah," Yamato said as he stared at her with a deadpan expression. "How I wish."

"Oh," Shizuka said. She had turned her attention away from him, "My mother's here."

"Well, bye then," Yamato said, smiling. "See you tomorrow."

"See you, Yamato-chan!" Shizuka grinned as Yamato glared at her. She then turned, and ran to the Mercedes ahead.

Yamato sighed, but smiled fondly. Shizuka was rich. It had surprised him when he had found out, but he supposed he should have known. Odaiba Music School was an expensive school after all.

The blond with the cat ears waved to his friend who waved to him as her mother's silver Mercedes zoomed by. He watched as it disappeared into the distance, then turned and walked the way he had come.


Yamato walked in the sunset, in the school compound, until he came to a fountain. He settled himself on the edge and slowly removed his guitar case from his shoulder, placing it carefully on the floor. He unzipped it and took his guitar out, positioning it across his lap.

He retreated into his thoughts as his fingers began to tune his guitar. Since the day he had received his father's news, he had come here every day after school, just sitting at the fountain and playing his guitar. He didn't know why he did it, but it gave him a sort of peace and calm.

Yamato raised his gaze, roaming it around his surroundings. He wondered how long more he could stay here, for how long more he would be able to stay with his friends, with Akemi, with Shizuka. How much time did he have left before he would have to leave- leave his music education and go back to regular, boring high school?

He didn't want to think about it. Because he knew he would miss it. He would miss Odaiba Music School, miss his friends, miss Akemi and Shizuka. He would miss this place. Hell, he might even miss those screeching fangirls of his.

Yamato sighed. The sunlight was streaming in through the trees swaying in the breeze. The wind blew his golden locks astray and he raised his hand to rearrange them, lazily tucking a few stray strands behind his ear. He heard a note which told him his guitar was now ready, and smiled.

He strummed his guitar, strummed a song which he hummed. (1) It was another song which had just come to him, and it was a song which brought peace and serenity to his mind. He wondered if he would be able to put lyrics to the song one day.

Usually, he would close his eyes as he played. But he didn't, instead running his sapphire gaze across the school compound, at the trees, the tall, cathedral like building, as the sounds of the water splashing from the fountain filled his senses, the sound flowing along with his song until it seemed that it was splashing in between intervals. He smiled and worked the rhythm according to the splashing of the water from the mouth of the golden griffin, the water seeming as if it was flowing with the melody of his song, and he felt as if he was at some faraway place, like the ocean, the sea.

He stopped when he came to the chorus, letting the first note trail off and dissolve into the air. Yamato bit his lip, his hands still on his guitar. The sounds of the flowing water continued, and birds chirped, but suddenly, sitting alone on the fountain in the school as it was nearing evening, he felt a sudden sense of melancholy.

Tears pricked his eyes, and a tear slid down his cheek. Yamato sighed and wiped it away, not even knowing why he was crying. He forced back the tears in his eyes, knowing that if he started, he wouldn't stop.

"Good evening."

The soft but smooth voice almost made him start. Yamato wiped his sleeve over his eyes then turned, to the sight of a tall man with purple hair which touched his silver trench coat and almost touched his shoulders, wearing long white pants and a business shirt of soft lavender and pure white.

"Who are you?" Yamato asked, not recognizing the man as one of the teachers.

"Ken." The man said, smiling at him. "What's your name?"

"…Yamato."

"Yamato," Ken nodded, as if to himself. He sat down on the edge of the fountain near Yamato, and Yamato scooted away slightly. Ken smiled at him, meeting his eyes, "That was a beautiful song, Yamato. Are you a musician?"

"Not for long." Yamato muttered.

But Ken heard him. "Why?" He asked. He seemed to be looking at Yamato's uniform, "You're a student of this school, aren't you?"

Yamato sighed. "Not for much longer."

"You're planning to quit?"

"I…don't have a choice," Yamato said hesitantly. "My father had trouble at work, and he said he won't have the money to pay for my school fees for much longer…"

"Is that so," Ken said. Something in his voice made Yamato turn to look at him, and he was faced with the sight of the stranger looking contemplative, his gaze lowered. Yamato blinked and Ken looked up towards him, giving him a friendly smile, "Well, don't fret Yamato, I have a solution for you."

"You do?" Yamato asked. "But wait, I don't even know you…"

"Does that matter?" Ken said and Yamato stared at him.

"I…suppose not."

"It's settled then," Ken said, smiling at him so genuinely Yamato felt bad. He stood up gracefully, his purple hair swishing and catching the sunlight as he turned his head. He held out his hand towards the blond, "Well, are you coming?"

"Where to?" Yamato asked. But he stood up, though he did not take the mysterious stranger's hand.

Ken smiled at him. He withdrew his hand, his purple eyes twinkling as he met Yamato's apprehensive blue eyes.

"How would you like to become a star?"


(1) The song Yamato was playing is Tobira or Door, his song from his Drama CD. You can find it on Youtube, both the vocal and karaoke. It's a calming song for the first part. Shizuka is a character from his Drama CD as well, I just gave her a name.

Yeah, the first part's kinda boring but don't worry there'll be smut alright. It's long 'cause I imagined it like a part of an episode. Well review if you want the next part faster 'cause they encourage me to write :)