Story name: What if Matt shaved his head for charity?

Pairing:Taito

Prompter:Pyjamas

Warnings: Slash, OOC, AU

The crowd, to whom the Teenage Wolves were playing, roared their appreciation at the musicians on the large stage. Although a majority of the enthusiasts were female, there was still plenty of teenaged boys –and older men– who travelled to come and see them perform.

Ishida Yamato, lead singer and guitarist, sung and played the final bars of the song, before playfully winking at the audience. He turned to his band-mates, all of whom stared at him expectantly, before turning to face the congregated horde.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!"

Half of the audience began whooping, feeling as if the teenaged sex god was talking directly to them personally, while the other half fell into silence, eager to hear the words of wisdom from their idol's talented mouth.

"The Teenage Wolves, as I'm sure you know, members of the GODS, a charity organisation…" Matt began to build the tension.

The drummer took over from Yamato, his deeper voice a contrast to the sultry lilt of his band-mate. "…And as members of the Global Organisation for Digimon Safety, we need your help!"

Matt took over again, knowing that the swarm of people in front of him were hooked. "We have an offer for you: If every person here donates $10 –yes, just Ten Dollars!– then I, Ishida Yamato, will have my head shaved! All proceeds go to helping injured Digimon who do not have their own Partners. Every contribution helps them…"

Twenty minutes later, a piece of card was handed to Matt, who took it solemnly. "Folks, the amount we have raised here tonight is…" He looked at the card, his eyes widening with shock. "Seven Thousand Dollars!"

The rest of the band members departed the stage, a smug smile etched on each of their faces. In their place arrived a younger blond teenager who bore a striking resemblance to the singer, a brunet and brunette whose ages corresponded with the two blonds on stage, a girl with flowing pink hair, and a tall teenager holding a stool and a kit-bag.

"Don't worry Yama, we'll take care of ya!" The playful tone in Hikari's voice didn't completely hide the fact that she was feeling incredibly nervous of standing on stage in from of seven hundred people.

Reluctantly, the blond singer sat the stool that Jyōu placed in front of him, and he tried desperately to keep a calm face as his friends decided, on-stage, which one of them would have the 'privilege' of shaving Matt's hair off.

Eventually, they came to some decision, but Yamato didn't know who had won. It wasn't until he heard a whisper in his ear that he learnt the identity of his new hair-stylist.

"Chill Yama, it's me… I'm not gonna hurt you… You can trust me remember? Friendship, it's your crest and your personality…"

Matt didn't know whether to laugh or scream when he heard Yagami Taichi's words. There was only two things he hated in this world: Takeru's gym clothes, and having his haircut. It was a slight reassurance that his best friend was in charge of proceedings, but the singer couldn't help but recall Tai's less-than-careful considerations during their explorations of the Digital World.

Gripping the sides of the stool in an effort to control his nerves, Yamato nodded his approval. He could feel the gaze of seven-hundred-and-five people on him, each pair of eyes scorching into him, making him blush and bite his lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

Tai squeezed Matt's shoulder gently for comfort, before going straight in and shaving a chunk of hair from the blond's head. A gasp chorused from the throng in front of him as locks of his honey-blond hair fell to the wooden floor of the podium. Instinctively, he raised his hand to his hair, and he let out a small shriek as he felt his bare scalp. But horror was replaced by slight pain as Taichi swiftly slapped the singer's hand away.

In minutes, Ishida Yamato had tears streaming down his face as more of his hair cascaded from the crown of his head. Tai had lowered his free hand to Matt's collarbone, and he was surprised by how tightly the singer gripped it. As the brunet shaved, he attempted to calm down the distressed Chosen Child by whispering little reassuring sentences.

"When we were in the DigiWorld…" He shaved another clump of hair from his best friend's head. "…you were my rock. You gave me the courage, and I could never have done it without you by my side, Yama."

Yamato stopped crying as his mind repeated Tai's comforting words. "You really-- eek!" A squeal slipped from his lips as yet another few locks of hair were shaved off. "You really mean that, Tai?"

Tai bent his legs slightly, so that his mouth was level with the Chosen Child's ear. "Of course I do. You were the one that kept me fighting… I love you, Yama…"

The singer strained to hear the last four words, for the brunet's voice had dropped to a small whisper. For the first time in half of an hour, a smile graced his face and he nodded. "I love you too…"

Grinning inanely, Taichi ran the electric razor once more over the now-bald head of the singer before stepping away. Mimi dashed to take his place, holding up a large mirror.

No longer focusing on his appearance, Matt merely flashed a grin at Mimi, before running his hand over his hairless scalp. Takeru and Hikari stepped forward, holding something behind their backs. The elder blond looked at the pair expectantly, before squealing as they chucked two buckets of aftershave over him.

The singer spun around to face the audience, who burst into mingled laughs, whoops, cat-calls and applause. The DigiDestined stepped forward and took a bow. Tai snaked his arm around Yamato's waist, and the blond affectionately ran his fingers through the large mass of brown hair adorning his friend's head. Matt would have his revenge, but for now, he was happy settling for being here, on stage, doing what he loved best: performing. But there was one other thing he loved, and quite luckily, that was also here.

As the audience continued their crescendo of acceptance, blond and brunet looked at each other and grinned. Taichi placed his hands on the back of Yama's bare head, and pulled him into a passionate kiss, drawing equal doses of "Aww!" and "Eww!" from the audience.

The end
This one started out difficult to write, but suddenly became really easy. The words just began to flow out! I hope you enjoy it! Read and Review?

Joey x

P.S. Until I finish the list of What If…? Requests I have, along with the ones I have planned myself, I will no longer be taking aboard new questions.