Wheeeeeeeee this was SO quick to write since it's all diologue! I hope I
got across the moods of the characters well! I'm picturing very specific
expressions and moods but it's hard to convey. Lemme know what you think!
Chapter 5 - Proverbial Closet Cleaning
"Almost done, almost done," Taichi mumbled to himself. He had just gotten a garage kit from Koushirou for a birthday present and he was irritated at the skill involved in putting the damned thing together. "Glue, come on, glue faster," he growled as he strained to hold a joint together as the glue dried. The slightest movement would part the two small pieces of plastic and force him to start all over. Then, the phone rang. "GAH!" He jumped, dropping the model onto the floor, and watched as it fell into pieces. "DAMN YOU!" He kicked the model across the room and ran to the phone. "Hello?"
"Well, you sound cheerful," Sora's voice answered him.
"For your information, your dumb call screwed up my model! It was a cool mecha, too!"
Sora laughed. "Taichi, you do NOT have enough patience to do those kind of things, wether or not my calls interrupt you."
"Yeah, yeah. So, what's up?"
"Well," she paused. "I was wondering how Yamato-kun was doing."
"Oh."
"...So?"
"You... want me to go check on him?"
"How is he in general?"
"I don't know."
"Doesn't he still live there?"
"Well... yes, but he's sort of acting scary lately."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me give you an example. I'll go see what he's doing now." Taichi wandered down the hall to the bedroom and cracked the door open slowly, peering inside. His eyes widened and he quickly closed the door and ran back to the couch.
"What's he doing?"
"Well, he's sitting on the floor of the bedroom in the dark, staring at the wall."
"...oh."
"Yeah, and he's listening to some weird music."
"It's called 'blues', Taichi," a voice stated calmly from behind the couch.
"GAH!" Taichi jumped up. "What are you doing out here?!" he asked, panicking.
Yamato smiled perkily. "Getting a drink." He wandered to the kitchen.
"He's getting a drink, apparantly," Taichi mumbled into the phone. A moment later, Yamato wandered out of the kitchen with three bottles of sake.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Uh... NO ONE! Why?! What's it to you?!"
"...Whatever." Yamato smiled far too happily and went back to the bedroom.
"His voice sounds ok!" Sora said cheerfully.
"His drink..." Taichi stated slowly, "...was three bottles of sake. Three... full... bottles."
"...Ah. I guess that means he's not doing so well."
"No, no he isn't."
"I was worried about this. It has been a month, I was hoping he would be doing better."
"No, he's actually getting worse, and scarier."
"I'd better talk to him, then."
"I don't think he's ready to see you right now."
"I'll be over in fifteen minutes, OK?" Sora answered cheerfully, and hung up.
***
It had been two hours since Sora had come over. She had immediately presented Taichi with a gift card to his favorite sports' store and congratulated him on his birthday. Afterwards, she had gone to the bedroom, opened the door without knocking, and closed it behind her. Taichi had tried to amuse himself with talk shows, playing music, and making microwave popcorn. However, the talk shows were all talking about how horrible it is to be a woman, he couldn't find his favorite CD, and he burned the popcorn so badly he was afraid he had broken the microwave. So, he had decided the best thing to do was sit on the floor outside the bedroom door and try to listen to what was going on.
He couldn't hear a thing. "Damn Sora for talking so quietly. She knows I'm out here trying to listen," Taichi mumbled and went to get a glass to listen through, having remembered seeing people do that in detective movies.
Then, the door opened. Sora walked out, looking cheerful, followed by Yamato, who looked shocked. "Ja ne, Taichi!" she waved as she walked out the door.
"So uh, what happened?" Taichi approached Yamato.
"Uh, nothing! Nothing happened!"
"Ooooookay. Nothing happened. For two hours, nothing happened."
"She had a lot to say."
"Ah."
"She's such a bitch."
"Ah."
"Damn femmenazi." With that, Yamato calmly put the still full bottles of sake back into the cabinet. "What was I thinking?" He chuckled. "Over her? What's wrong with me?"
"Uh..."
"You know, I should have realised earlier."
"Eh?"
"YOU know!"
"I do...?"
"About Sora!"
"Yes... I mean... huh?"
"Well, how she's bisexual!"
Taichi's jaw dropped.
"I mean, of all people you should have noticed." Yamato glared.
"Why?"
"Because you're... you know."
"If you're going to say 'perceptive' then I'll know you're lying." Taichi had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. What was Yamato hinting at?
"No, no." He leaned forward and stared at Taichi carefully, apparantly examining his expression. "YOU know."
"Damn it, stop being such a girl! Spit it out!"
"HEY! What the hell do you mean?!"
"You're as bad as a girl! Stop hinting and expecting for me to know what you're talking about! Just TELL me!"
"I am NOT a girl!"
"I never said you were!"
"At least I know what you think of me now!"
"Come on, I didn't mean-" Taichi sweatdropped. Yamato was so touchy about these kinds of things.
"Well if I'm so femme then at least I know you won't be hitting on me!"
"WHAT?!"
"Well you just should have TOLD me, that's all!" Yamato yelled angrily.
"Told you WHAT?!"
"That you're GAY!"
Taichi felt his heart skip a beat. "Wha...?" was all he could get out.
"Come on, I should have figured it out a long time ago. I guess you just trust Sora more than me!"
"I never said anything to her!"
"Well I guess you can smell your own kind!"
"What does THAT mean?!"
Yamato sighed. "I know, Taichi. Stop denying it."
"I'm not denying anything!"
"You're just not answering me."
"I'm very good at avoiding subjects." Taichi laughed nervously.
"Well, now that I know, you can stop hiding it."
"...oh."
"Come on, say something." Yamato looked suddenly very nervous.
"OK, I'm... I'm gay." Taichi said quickly, averting his eyes.
"And...?"
"And nothing! I'm gay! I have been since I can remember! I just don't like girls. They're too moody and bitchy and... and... and I'm gay." Taichi felt a surge of relief. Hiding it for all those years had been much more of a strain on him than he had thought. Even though it was forced, coming out was sort of nice.
"...OK," Yamato said skeptically. "Well uh, does this change anything?"
"I don't know. Does it?"
"I guess not... it's not like I have anywhere else to go. And you've been gay... the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Then I shouldn't suddenly be scared of you, I guess." Yamato sighed. "Anyway, it's not like I don't know other gay guys," he said. Taichi nodded; everybody knew about Yutaka.
"...Yeah."
"OK, well I was going to go to sleep so, uh... try not to wake me up." Yamato's face had reverted back to its depressed expression. "Goodnight."
"Night." Taichi sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the phone on the wall. "Damn that Sora. What the hell is going on?! She's bisexual? I guess that's not such a shock. Then again, that might just be a fad for her. Who knows with her? I hope whatever she said to Yamato helped, though." He laid his head on the table and proceeded to fall asleep.
Chapter 5 - Proverbial Closet Cleaning
"Almost done, almost done," Taichi mumbled to himself. He had just gotten a garage kit from Koushirou for a birthday present and he was irritated at the skill involved in putting the damned thing together. "Glue, come on, glue faster," he growled as he strained to hold a joint together as the glue dried. The slightest movement would part the two small pieces of plastic and force him to start all over. Then, the phone rang. "GAH!" He jumped, dropping the model onto the floor, and watched as it fell into pieces. "DAMN YOU!" He kicked the model across the room and ran to the phone. "Hello?"
"Well, you sound cheerful," Sora's voice answered him.
"For your information, your dumb call screwed up my model! It was a cool mecha, too!"
Sora laughed. "Taichi, you do NOT have enough patience to do those kind of things, wether or not my calls interrupt you."
"Yeah, yeah. So, what's up?"
"Well," she paused. "I was wondering how Yamato-kun was doing."
"Oh."
"...So?"
"You... want me to go check on him?"
"How is he in general?"
"I don't know."
"Doesn't he still live there?"
"Well... yes, but he's sort of acting scary lately."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me give you an example. I'll go see what he's doing now." Taichi wandered down the hall to the bedroom and cracked the door open slowly, peering inside. His eyes widened and he quickly closed the door and ran back to the couch.
"What's he doing?"
"Well, he's sitting on the floor of the bedroom in the dark, staring at the wall."
"...oh."
"Yeah, and he's listening to some weird music."
"It's called 'blues', Taichi," a voice stated calmly from behind the couch.
"GAH!" Taichi jumped up. "What are you doing out here?!" he asked, panicking.
Yamato smiled perkily. "Getting a drink." He wandered to the kitchen.
"He's getting a drink, apparantly," Taichi mumbled into the phone. A moment later, Yamato wandered out of the kitchen with three bottles of sake.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Uh... NO ONE! Why?! What's it to you?!"
"...Whatever." Yamato smiled far too happily and went back to the bedroom.
"His voice sounds ok!" Sora said cheerfully.
"His drink..." Taichi stated slowly, "...was three bottles of sake. Three... full... bottles."
"...Ah. I guess that means he's not doing so well."
"No, no he isn't."
"I was worried about this. It has been a month, I was hoping he would be doing better."
"No, he's actually getting worse, and scarier."
"I'd better talk to him, then."
"I don't think he's ready to see you right now."
"I'll be over in fifteen minutes, OK?" Sora answered cheerfully, and hung up.
***
It had been two hours since Sora had come over. She had immediately presented Taichi with a gift card to his favorite sports' store and congratulated him on his birthday. Afterwards, she had gone to the bedroom, opened the door without knocking, and closed it behind her. Taichi had tried to amuse himself with talk shows, playing music, and making microwave popcorn. However, the talk shows were all talking about how horrible it is to be a woman, he couldn't find his favorite CD, and he burned the popcorn so badly he was afraid he had broken the microwave. So, he had decided the best thing to do was sit on the floor outside the bedroom door and try to listen to what was going on.
He couldn't hear a thing. "Damn Sora for talking so quietly. She knows I'm out here trying to listen," Taichi mumbled and went to get a glass to listen through, having remembered seeing people do that in detective movies.
Then, the door opened. Sora walked out, looking cheerful, followed by Yamato, who looked shocked. "Ja ne, Taichi!" she waved as she walked out the door.
"So uh, what happened?" Taichi approached Yamato.
"Uh, nothing! Nothing happened!"
"Ooooookay. Nothing happened. For two hours, nothing happened."
"She had a lot to say."
"Ah."
"She's such a bitch."
"Ah."
"Damn femmenazi." With that, Yamato calmly put the still full bottles of sake back into the cabinet. "What was I thinking?" He chuckled. "Over her? What's wrong with me?"
"Uh..."
"You know, I should have realised earlier."
"Eh?"
"YOU know!"
"I do...?"
"About Sora!"
"Yes... I mean... huh?"
"Well, how she's bisexual!"
Taichi's jaw dropped.
"I mean, of all people you should have noticed." Yamato glared.
"Why?"
"Because you're... you know."
"If you're going to say 'perceptive' then I'll know you're lying." Taichi had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. What was Yamato hinting at?
"No, no." He leaned forward and stared at Taichi carefully, apparantly examining his expression. "YOU know."
"Damn it, stop being such a girl! Spit it out!"
"HEY! What the hell do you mean?!"
"You're as bad as a girl! Stop hinting and expecting for me to know what you're talking about! Just TELL me!"
"I am NOT a girl!"
"I never said you were!"
"At least I know what you think of me now!"
"Come on, I didn't mean-" Taichi sweatdropped. Yamato was so touchy about these kinds of things.
"Well if I'm so femme then at least I know you won't be hitting on me!"
"WHAT?!"
"Well you just should have TOLD me, that's all!" Yamato yelled angrily.
"Told you WHAT?!"
"That you're GAY!"
Taichi felt his heart skip a beat. "Wha...?" was all he could get out.
"Come on, I should have figured it out a long time ago. I guess you just trust Sora more than me!"
"I never said anything to her!"
"Well I guess you can smell your own kind!"
"What does THAT mean?!"
Yamato sighed. "I know, Taichi. Stop denying it."
"I'm not denying anything!"
"You're just not answering me."
"I'm very good at avoiding subjects." Taichi laughed nervously.
"Well, now that I know, you can stop hiding it."
"...oh."
"Come on, say something." Yamato looked suddenly very nervous.
"OK, I'm... I'm gay." Taichi said quickly, averting his eyes.
"And...?"
"And nothing! I'm gay! I have been since I can remember! I just don't like girls. They're too moody and bitchy and... and... and I'm gay." Taichi felt a surge of relief. Hiding it for all those years had been much more of a strain on him than he had thought. Even though it was forced, coming out was sort of nice.
"...OK," Yamato said skeptically. "Well uh, does this change anything?"
"I don't know. Does it?"
"I guess not... it's not like I have anywhere else to go. And you've been gay... the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Then I shouldn't suddenly be scared of you, I guess." Yamato sighed. "Anyway, it's not like I don't know other gay guys," he said. Taichi nodded; everybody knew about Yutaka.
"...Yeah."
"OK, well I was going to go to sleep so, uh... try not to wake me up." Yamato's face had reverted back to its depressed expression. "Goodnight."
"Night." Taichi sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the phone on the wall. "Damn that Sora. What the hell is going on?! She's bisexual? I guess that's not such a shock. Then again, that might just be a fad for her. Who knows with her? I hope whatever she said to Yamato helped, though." He laid his head on the table and proceeded to fall asleep.