Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon; I'm simply using the characters for my and my muses' entertainment.
Confessions by Yaoi Girl
Yamato gulped and stood in the entrance to the living room, staring hesitantly at Taichi.
Daisuke and Ken looked back and forth between the pair for a moment, the locked eyes with each other, seemingly puzzled as to what exactly was going on, as they hadn't been really informed of the situation at hand.
Awkward silence filled the room as Yamato slowly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with his legs folded at an angle under him, his eyes locked to the floor, even as Taichi sat down at his side and the others also found a seat.
The brunette didn't look at Yamato either, but noticed something odd about the boy's clothing as he lowered his gaze.
"It 90 some degrees outside, and not much cooler in here, and you're wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants?" Taichi teased half-heartedly and quietly, but Takeru, who was seated in the center of the room, and Hikari, who occupied the third couch cushion, had heard him and looked at each other with scared and frantic eyes, as they knew why he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, to cover the bandaged self-inflicted wounds.
"Yeah, well, I don't have nearly as much body fat as you who eats constantly, so I'm cold," Yamato replied softly with a light chuckle.
"I only eat constantly when I'm worried about something, so you can pretty much guess how much I ate this week."
At this, Yamato looked up to Hikari, who nodded at him to indicate that her brother had been worried and ate a lot the past week, then to Taichi with saddened eyes.
"Why would anyone worry about me that much?" the blonde asked as he lowered his head again.
Taichi seemed to have forgotten his audience as he glanced over and found Yamato's closest hand, putting one of his own in the blonde's, lacing his fingers, but Yamato's remained relaxed and he made no effort to removed his hand.
"Because you're my best guy friend," the brunette said as he raised his head to look into Yamato's eyes.
At this, Yamato responded by returning Taichi's gesture as he tightened his fingers around the brunette's.
Taichi leaned close to whisper in the blonde's ear, "And by the way, you were wrong about what you said in the park about me; I am gay."
Yamato's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Taichi, looking his face over for any hint of lies, but instead of finding lies or insincerity, he found Taichi's lips on his, soft and gentle, almost shy.
Hikari and Takeru moved quickly and silently out of the room, gesturing for Daisuke and Ken to follow in the same manner.
Both complied, trying not to burst into a giggling fit on the way.
"And I thought Ken and I were the only couple like that out of the Chosen Children," Dai chirped as they all entered Takeru's room.
Ken blushed furiously, admonishing his boyfriend in his stomach with his elbow.
"Actually, Jyou and Koushiro were the first couple," Hikari smiled.
"No way!" Daisuke said in shock.
"You seriously didn't know? How could you not?!" Takeru said in disbelief. "You, of all people Ken, couldn't tell that? And you call yourself a genius."
"No, I had no idea," Ken said, his blush still in place, though lighter in shade.
~Back in the living room…~
Their first kiss was short, but sweet.
When they parted, they locked eyes, fearing that the other would say something that would hurt them, as if this was just one big joke.
"Taichi, is it true that…"
"I love you," he said, finishing the boy's sentence, but not in a question form as Yamato had intended it for it to be.
"You do?" he asked with a bright face, which quickly faded. "Don't joke with me, please."
"Of course I do; I said it myself. Why do you thing I always sit by or with you when we're alone? Hell, even when we're not alone, I still do, like the park. But when you said we didn't look right together, I was heartbroken, even when you said that you didn't mind it," he said, lowering his head again, only to have Yamato lift it back up with his free hand, as the other was still occupied with Taichi's.
Taichi's teary eyes danced with the softly smiling blonde's until Yamato leaned forward and their lips met again, both their eyes sliding shut.
Without fear or hesitation between them this time, both were bolder, opening their mouths to each other, tasting each other.
"Yamato Ishida! What do you think you're doing?!"
The blonde's eyes snapped open, gasping into Taichi's mouth, body rigid, forcing himself to turn around as it was his mother's voice he heard.
The brunette's eyes had also snapped his eyes open and grown rigid, until he seen the real source of the 'mother's' voice, then he burst into laughter.
"Takeru! Why you little…!" Yamato yelled as he leapt off the couch after his brother, Takeru's tape player falling to the floor as he turned and ran back to his room where the other three were rolling with laughter, shutting and quickly locking the door.
As Yamato pounded on his soon-to-be-dead brother's door, Taichi instantly stopped laughing, his expression turning from one of happiness to one of shock and disbelief.
"Yamato, what happened to your wrists?" he asked slowly, stunned.
The blonde's sleeves had scrunched up as he had been attacking Takeru's door, revealing the slightly bloodstained bandages.
Taichi's question made him freeze on the spot, one of his arms was in mid-swing, the other against the door.
"Oh, this? It was…an…accident," he managed.
"Tell me the truth, Yama," Taichi said as he spun the boy around forcefully, pinning his to the bedroom door by his shirt collar, his eyes teary and angry.
The blonde lowered his head. "Okay…"
TBCYes, no, maybe? C&C please!
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