Author's note: This won't stop! Where the hell is this coming from? Iiiiiiiiiiiii'mmmmmmmmmmm back! Did you miss me? Shut up! I wasn't asking -you-. I think that I'm getting the hang of this. Has anyone figured out yet that I'm one person in two? If not, find me. I challenge you. Email me at raegan_1@hotmail.com when you figure it out.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. Go figure (shrugs).
Warning: Yaoi, yuri, and KENATO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you've gotten this far, and have only just realized this, then I applaud you. In the words Daisuke in a great fic. "HO-LY SHIT! THEY'RE GAY!". Huh-huh.
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Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Impossible
Content: Yaoi yuri Kenato
The next morning, Yamaot woke up with a start. He tilted his head to both sides, trying to dislodge the crick in his neck. He yawned and moved his right arm to the side, but it didn't go far.
Curled against him on the floor, blue hair covering his face, sat Ken. Feeling his heart beat faster, Yama brought his left hand to the pale face and pushed the locks back. He smiled, liking the warmth pressed to his side. Glancing around to make sure that everyone was still asleep, he noticed that it was very early in the morning, and the sun was just startin to peek through the curtains.
Taking advantage of the privacy and Ken's defenselessness, he turned him so that they were face to face, the younger supported by Matt's arms. Slowly, as not to wake him, he tilted his head back and kissed the white skin of his neck. Ken sighed, his lips curving up in slumber.
So immersed in the sensation of touching his love, he didn't hear the click of the lock in the door, or the sound of the door opening. Instead, he heard Ken chuckle softly as he began to wake up. Yamato was drawn back to reality by Ken pushing him away with a low and frightened, "Oh, hell."
"Ishida Yamato! What the hell is going on?!" The blonde looked over his shoulder at his father, his cheeks flaming at being caught in such a position.
"Dad! You're home early." He mumbled weakly as they both scrambled to their feet. As the others began to stir at the loud voices, he realized how it must have looked to his father, everyone curled into their boyfriends or girlfriends.
"I'm not even going to ask, Matt." Mr. Ishida sighed tiredly and ran a hand through his hair. "Is that your brother? With another boy?" T.K. looked up from the floor where he had been asleep in Iori's arms. The boy looked ready to run far, far away.
"It's really not quite as bad as it looks. Although, maybe you'd like to hear it after they're gone?" Yamato really didn't want Ken to be there when his father exploded. So far, since his coming out, his father had only avoided him. Now that he was faced with it, with no possible escape, there was no telling what he'd do.
"I think that your 'friends' will probably want breakfast. I'll let you cook while I take a shower. Nobody leaves, Yamato. Nobody." His father walked down the hall. Takeru stood up and went to his brother. They hugged, needing the support. Iori came up and put his hand on his love's shoulder. They embraced, leaving Matt feel abandoned.
The feeling didn't last long, as Ken slipped his hand into his and gave it a squeeze. "I'll help with the food. T.K., can you two make sure the others are awake, and then tell them the situation."
"No problem, Ken." It was Iori who answered, a small reassuring smile on his face.
An hour later, the digi-destined sat in the Ishida living room, facing the head of the household. He looked them all over, his gaze resting on Matt and Ken, then on Iori and Takeru. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in a confused manner.
"I really don't know what to say. Two weeks ago, my eldest tells me that he's gay. I didn't handle that too well. I thought I'd come home early this weekend and try to talk to him, but instead, I walk into what looks like the aftermath of an orgy."
He held up a hand for silence when T.K. started to speak. "I realize that that wouldn't have happened. If nothing else, my sons are good boys, ones that I can rely and depend on. I'm assuming from your...sleeping arrangements, that you, too, are gay?"
His youngest nodded, dropping his eyes to his and Iori's clasped hands. "Now that both of my children are....out, I guess that I'll have to deal with it." His sons looked at him with surprise and hope. "So, Matt, introduce me to your friends."
"Well...this is Izumi Koushiro, or Izzy, and his girlfriend Takenouchi Sora. You know them. Kido Jyou and Yagami Taichi, also dating. You know them, too. Yagami Hikari, and her boyfriend Motomiya Daisuke. His sister Jun is the one that stalks me." His father nodded, shaking hands with everyone.
"This is Inoue Miyako, Mimi's girlfriend. This is Iori, and he and Takeru are.... you know." He paused, then looked at Ken beside him. They weren't touching, but they could feel each other, and in that 'touch' was a chain of support running from one to the other. Ken stood up and held out his hand.
"My name is Ichijouji Ken, sir. Pleased to meet you." Mr. Ishida looked at the hand offered to him for a moment before taking it in his and shaking it firmly.
"Do your parents know?" Ken shook his head, his gaze unwavering. Fear ran through him, but the thought of leaving Yamato to deal with this alone made him stand his ground. "Then I guess I'll leave it to you to tell them. If you'll all excuse me, I have work to do. Good day."
They all said their goodbyes, relieved t watch him go into the back of the apartment. Yamato slumped back against the sofa, all his bravado leaving him. Takeru joined him, his had in a viselike grip on Iori's. Everyone else waited for someone to break the silence. Jyou finally stood up. "I guess we had best try to go back for the cars. The arena should be open by now, and I'm sure we can find the keys."
Tai stood up and nodded agreement. With the minimum of words, all but Takeru and Ken left the Ishida apartment.Yamato didn't move from the couch, his eyes closed, alleved at having the confrontation with his dad over with. Ken said a quiet goodbye to T.K. and then he, too, left.
When Yamato finally opened his eyes again, he and his brother were alone. "Where's Ken?" The other blonde shrugged. "I guess that he's probably had enough stress to last for a while, too." Another shrug was his answer.
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This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, excluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. Go figure (shrugs).
Warning: Yaoi, yuri, and KENATO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you've gotten this far, and have only just realized this, then I applaud you. In the words Daisuke in a great fic. "HO-LY SHIT! THEY'RE GAY!". Huh-huh.
________________________________________
Author: Rae (penname)
Title: Impossible
Content: Yaoi yuri Kenato
The next morning, Yamaot woke up with a start. He tilted his head to both sides, trying to dislodge the crick in his neck. He yawned and moved his right arm to the side, but it didn't go far.
Curled against him on the floor, blue hair covering his face, sat Ken. Feeling his heart beat faster, Yama brought his left hand to the pale face and pushed the locks back. He smiled, liking the warmth pressed to his side. Glancing around to make sure that everyone was still asleep, he noticed that it was very early in the morning, and the sun was just startin to peek through the curtains.
Taking advantage of the privacy and Ken's defenselessness, he turned him so that they were face to face, the younger supported by Matt's arms. Slowly, as not to wake him, he tilted his head back and kissed the white skin of his neck. Ken sighed, his lips curving up in slumber.
So immersed in the sensation of touching his love, he didn't hear the click of the lock in the door, or the sound of the door opening. Instead, he heard Ken chuckle softly as he began to wake up. Yamato was drawn back to reality by Ken pushing him away with a low and frightened, "Oh, hell."
"Ishida Yamato! What the hell is going on?!" The blonde looked over his shoulder at his father, his cheeks flaming at being caught in such a position.
"Dad! You're home early." He mumbled weakly as they both scrambled to their feet. As the others began to stir at the loud voices, he realized how it must have looked to his father, everyone curled into their boyfriends or girlfriends.
"I'm not even going to ask, Matt." Mr. Ishida sighed tiredly and ran a hand through his hair. "Is that your brother? With another boy?" T.K. looked up from the floor where he had been asleep in Iori's arms. The boy looked ready to run far, far away.
"It's really not quite as bad as it looks. Although, maybe you'd like to hear it after they're gone?" Yamato really didn't want Ken to be there when his father exploded. So far, since his coming out, his father had only avoided him. Now that he was faced with it, with no possible escape, there was no telling what he'd do.
"I think that your 'friends' will probably want breakfast. I'll let you cook while I take a shower. Nobody leaves, Yamato. Nobody." His father walked down the hall. Takeru stood up and went to his brother. They hugged, needing the support. Iori came up and put his hand on his love's shoulder. They embraced, leaving Matt feel abandoned.
The feeling didn't last long, as Ken slipped his hand into his and gave it a squeeze. "I'll help with the food. T.K., can you two make sure the others are awake, and then tell them the situation."
"No problem, Ken." It was Iori who answered, a small reassuring smile on his face.
An hour later, the digi-destined sat in the Ishida living room, facing the head of the household. He looked them all over, his gaze resting on Matt and Ken, then on Iori and Takeru. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in a confused manner.
"I really don't know what to say. Two weeks ago, my eldest tells me that he's gay. I didn't handle that too well. I thought I'd come home early this weekend and try to talk to him, but instead, I walk into what looks like the aftermath of an orgy."
He held up a hand for silence when T.K. started to speak. "I realize that that wouldn't have happened. If nothing else, my sons are good boys, ones that I can rely and depend on. I'm assuming from your...sleeping arrangements, that you, too, are gay?"
His youngest nodded, dropping his eyes to his and Iori's clasped hands. "Now that both of my children are....out, I guess that I'll have to deal with it." His sons looked at him with surprise and hope. "So, Matt, introduce me to your friends."
"Well...this is Izumi Koushiro, or Izzy, and his girlfriend Takenouchi Sora. You know them. Kido Jyou and Yagami Taichi, also dating. You know them, too. Yagami Hikari, and her boyfriend Motomiya Daisuke. His sister Jun is the one that stalks me." His father nodded, shaking hands with everyone.
"This is Inoue Miyako, Mimi's girlfriend. This is Iori, and he and Takeru are.... you know." He paused, then looked at Ken beside him. They weren't touching, but they could feel each other, and in that 'touch' was a chain of support running from one to the other. Ken stood up and held out his hand.
"My name is Ichijouji Ken, sir. Pleased to meet you." Mr. Ishida looked at the hand offered to him for a moment before taking it in his and shaking it firmly.
"Do your parents know?" Ken shook his head, his gaze unwavering. Fear ran through him, but the thought of leaving Yamato to deal with this alone made him stand his ground. "Then I guess I'll leave it to you to tell them. If you'll all excuse me, I have work to do. Good day."
They all said their goodbyes, relieved t watch him go into the back of the apartment. Yamato slumped back against the sofa, all his bravado leaving him. Takeru joined him, his had in a viselike grip on Iori's. Everyone else waited for someone to break the silence. Jyou finally stood up. "I guess we had best try to go back for the cars. The arena should be open by now, and I'm sure we can find the keys."
Tai stood up and nodded agreement. With the minimum of words, all but Takeru and Ken left the Ishida apartment.Yamato didn't move from the couch, his eyes closed, alleved at having the confrontation with his dad over with. Ken said a quiet goodbye to T.K. and then he, too, left.
When Yamato finally opened his eyes again, he and his brother were alone. "Where's Ken?" The other blonde shrugged. "I guess that he's probably had enough stress to last for a while, too." Another shrug was his answer.
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This is contest info. Also available on my Taito, Only One:
Rules:
1. It must be Digimon
2.It must contain yaoi. That doesn't mean it has to center around it, but it should contain at least one yaoi/yuri mention.
3.It must be titled "the one who loved me"
4.It does NOT have to be a songfic
5. No poetry (sorry)
6. It must bash at least one girl (not including Jun, or Miyako)
7. No Daisuke bashing
8. Must include the phrase "This is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers."
The winner can have a fic with whatever coupling and rating they want, excluding, sorry, cross-breeding. I am up for the challenge, but
please, make it something you want to read.
Send notification of fic entry to raegan_1@hotmail.com