Prompt: Happiness
Disclaimer: Digimon would be five hundred seasons of Taishirou loving if I owned it. Make you own insinuations ;)
Author: Rokutagrl
Characters: Koushirou, Taichi
Pairings: Taishirou…ish.
Warning: None.
Note: This and another have been sitting on my computer forever. Thought I'd spruce them up and ship them out as an early Thanksgiving present to the fandom (if anyone reads this, that is!)
XD
Party Wishes
"I don't like birthday parties," a six-year-old Koushirou claims. He regrets this ten days later when he has to explain to a confused Yuki his distaste of the social scene.
It's not that he dislikes parties. He dislikes burdening his parents for rides when they should be working, and he could be… studying. He dislikes being reminded that his parents aren't who they pretend to be. He dislikes the obligation his birth gives them to act out. He dislikes seeing empty chairs where friends and warm wishes should be seated.
"I don't do parties," Koushirou tells a flabbergasted Taichi, and feels just a bit better that he hasn't lied this time. The redhead likes parties. He just neither attends nor throws them.
Taichi frowns, unbelieving. "Everyone loves parties!"
"Not me, Tai. Just let it go."
And they do. The subject nevermore presents itself on the table. But Koushirou wishes that even though he denies wanting one—someone might care enough to celebrate him despite. But they don't. Not this year, or the next, or the one before.
So it's all the more surprising when two years later on a day that should be like the other 364 days of the year (excluding major holidays and vacations) that he finds himself assaulted by streamers, banners, and cake! Oh my!
In the center of the festivities is a guilty looking Taichi who can only muster a, "Happy Birthday, pal?" before he's silenced with appreciation.
"I know you said you don't like parties," Taichi frowns at the blasphemy, looking put out and tired from having to decorate and clean. Chores were never his cup of tea. "But I wanted to celebrate you, man. 'Cause you're like my friend and all."
It's a pathetic little speech, but Koushirou takes it to bed with him that night. He twists the words with his body and smiles in a dream where Taichi is telling him, "I love you."
When Koushirou blows out his candles three years down the road, there's only one wish he wants.
"I'm going to take her home, buddy." The brunet ruffles his hair, and deep inside Koushirou feels his heart stir. It isn't pleasant.
"Yeah…" He says dejectedly as he watches his long time friend drag a practical extension of his own body through the door. He wishes and prays—no matter how illogical it is—that there is no drunken aftermath this night. For once, please let there be no math!
Koushirou thinks the next morning, heart in his coffee because it needs to be motivated to beat, that asking for happiness might have been a wish too far.