Playing The Part
Disclaimer: Digimon and its characters are not associated with me. Tolei owns them. Even Yamato. (T.T) Besides, if I was Tolei I would not have come up with a series called Digimon Tamers…without the old digidestined.
A/N: Thanks to all the wonderful people who review! I love you guys so much! There's too many to name, but I just wanna say thank you to Claire (here's another chapter, hope you like it!), Lia (you've reviewed practically every chapter domo!), Chichamunkyhead (I've read all your fics and LOVE them…I'm honoured that you reviewed mine!), Cali-chan (keep the hyper reviews coming!) and dragonfire (so far, you're still the only one who emailed and I wuv you for it ^.^) To everyone else who reviewed, thanks so much and keep 'em coming! Spiffy-chan…this chapter's for you…you finally get the leather pants…
Yamato: Nooooo! Save me!!
evil laughter
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Chapter Eight: Helping Hands
Yamato fidgeted, adjusting his tight, black leather pants in an attempt to get comfortable. No such luck. He sighed resignedly, if it was this bad after ten minutes, how was he going to last through a two hour show? He heard half-stifled snickers coming from behind him and turned to find Sora, a hand covering her mouth and trying her darnedest not to laugh out loud.
He allowed himself a moment to admire her costume, which, admittedly was much better than his. She was suitably medieval looking, low-cut red dress that laced up the front allowing a glimpse of the white, lacy bodysuit beneath. He felt his pulse quicken, Just friends, Yamato. Just friends. He summoned up a rather pathetic excuse for a grin and waved her over.
"What's so funny?" he demanded, trying to look insulted. Still grinning, she pointed at his costume and he groaned slightly, "This is gonna destroy my cool guy image…"
"It's not that bad," she said, managing to keep a straight face, "I mean, the too-tight pants do compliment the hugely puffy sleeves. You're image won't be destroyed, just knocked down, dragged through the mud and…" she trailed off in another fit of giggles.
He scowled, "Oh, go ahead and laugh, you'll probably die from lack of air if you don't."
"P-poor Yamato," she choked out between giggles, "What are your devoted fangirls going to say?"
"Places, people!" Rao, the stage manager called, "Yamato, Sora! Quit flirting and get where you're meant to be!"
They both flushed, each refusing to meet the other's eyes. "Uh…good luck," Yamato muttered, staring at the ground like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"You too," she said, still blushing furiously, "I-uh…better go."
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Taichi poked Koushiro in the shoulder, "Hey where are Yamato and Sora? Don't tell me they decided to skip out on one of our ever thrilling assemblies!" he exclaimed sarcastically.
"Nah, I don't think so," Koushiro replied, taking the nearest seat and shifting slightly so his friend could sit next to him, "I think Sora said they had to do something for the play."
"Oh," Taichi was about to say something else, but the lights in the hall dimmed, effectively putting an end to all the chatter.
The curtain slowly rose and Yamato appeared centre stage, between two large uplifted screens with a shadowy forest superimposed on them. An excited chatter rose from the first few rows of the hall, where most of Yamato's loyal fanbase had congregated. Taichi snickered at his friend's less than fashionable outfit.
"Yamato!! I love you!!"
Both Taichi and Koushiro sweatdropped as they watched one Motomiya Jun try to climb on the stage. The sweatdrops grew profusely as the girl was carried off by two teachers, still yelling that she loved Yamato.
"Daisuke's sister huh?" Taichi muttered, still staring at the scene.
"Uh huh," Koushiro nodded, still lost for words.
Yamato began speaking, drawing attention back to himself, "Oh detestable maw, thou womb of death, gorged with the dearest morsel of earth. Thus," he raised his arm, striking downwards with the crowbar held in his hand as he continued, "I enforce your rotten jaws to open!" A crash emitted from the sound system and Yamato stumbled forward.
He froze in place and a voice could be heard from behind the screen, "This is that haughty banished Montague. That murdered my love's cousin, with which grief it is supposed, the fair creature died, and here to do some villainous shame to the dead bodies. I will apprehend him!"
Yamato raised his torch high, looking around the room, waiting for Nao, who played Paris to come forward. There was a shuffle, then Nao appeared in the opening between the screens, "Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!" The boy's eyes widened as he noticed the people in the audience, he paused for a moment, obviously searching for his lines.
Yamato was sweating nervously, if Nao messed this up, Takani-sensei would have their heads. From offstage, Rao could be heard whispering loudly, "Can vengeance be pursued further than death?"
Nao recovered, shaking his head slightly and moving forward, "Can vengeance be pursued further than death?" He gave 'Romeo' a dirty look, circling him suspiciously, "Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die."
'Romeo' moved to the side of the stage, feigning a desolate look, "I must indeed, and therefore came hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man. Fly hence and leave me, think on those gone, let them affright me." Yamato summoned up his best pleading look, he'd used it enough on Sora the last couple of days to get go practice, "Oh, be gone! By heaven," he paused for emphasis, "I love thee better than myself, for I come hither arm'd against myself. Stay not, be gone! Live, and hereafter say, a madman's mercy bade thee run away."
'Paris' moved forward, "I do defy thy conjurations, and apprehend thee for a felon here!"
"Oh wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee boy!" Yamato and Nao drew their, there was a tense moment when he recalled how, during rehearsals, the swords would to get caught on the belt loop they were held in. Luckily, they got the swords free with no problems.
Moving in near perfect synchronisation, the Nao chased Yamato on a merry dance around the stage, around the tombs and behind the screens. On the way down, Yamato half tripped, losing a shoe. Crap! He almost freaked out, before remembering Takani-sensei's advice. It's okay, just keep going, Yamato.
He slashed at Nao, before the other boy effectively disarmed him, the sword narrowly missing Juliet's still form. Using his lit torch, he swiped at the still-attacking Paris. Yamato grabbed his dagger and stabbed Paris in the back.
Melodramatically, Nao staggered backwards, making sure that he was near the tomb he was supposed to die on.
"Oh, I…am…slain…" so saying, he collapsed with a thud.
Yamato winced at the noise. That had to hurt. He moved over to the dead body, "Let me peruse this face," he held the guttering torch close to Nao's face. The other boy's eyelids flickered a little at the heat and light, "Mercuito's kinsman, the noble county Paris! What said my man, when my betossed soul did not attend him as we rode? I think he told me that Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?" Yamato tapped his shoeless foot on the floor and heard Nao try to stifle a laugh. Under cover of studying his face in thought, he poked the 'dead' body. "Or am I man, hearing him talk of Juliet, to think it was so?"
His gaze fell on the sill form on the tomb next to him, "Here lies Juliet," he apprehended a suitable expression of love and loss, easy as he did love her, "And her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light." He moved over so he could observe her better, "Oh my love! Oh my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, hath no power yet over thy beauty." Gently, he ran a hand over her cheek, hearing her sharp intake of breath.
"Tybalt!" He looked over to the third tomb, "Liest thou there on thy bloody sheet? Oh, what more favour can I do thee, than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain to sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, my cousin!" He allowed his eyes to be drawn back to Sora's still form, "Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?" He paused, allowing his eyes to linger on her still face, "I will stay with thee," he said, voice uncharacteristically gentle, "And never from this place of dim night depart again. Here, here I will remain, with the worms as thy chambermaids. Oh, here I will set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!" he proclaimed, studying her face yet again, "Arms, take your last embrace!" He paused, wanting to build on the moment. Oh Sora, if only you knew how much I care about you… "And lips, oh you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, a dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
He raised his eyes to the audience, twisting his face with anguish, barely aware that many of his fangirls in the audience were on the verge of tears, "Come bitter conduct! Come unsavoury guide!" his voice rang through the hall, "Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love!" His fingers clasped around the vial hanging on a chain around his neck, hands trembling, he uncorked the small bottle, lifting it to his lips.
He gasped, "Oh, true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick!" He lowered his head, pressing his lips against Sora's, his eyes widened in surprise when she responded, sending shivers up his spine. He pressed harder, wanting to deepen the kiss, wanting to taste her, wanting to make the moment last. A sense of euphoria washed over him, he was in heaven, with his angel. Sora…
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She hadn't meant to respond, but the thrill of his lips against hers was too much to ignore. Now, she was lost in the heady wave of passion conveyed through his lips. Yamato, why do you do this to me? Why do you make me want to fall in love with you?
Her lungs were begging for air, but she never wanted this to end. His fingers dug into her face almost painfully, half raising her face to meet his.
She knew this wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to be acting, there were people watching them, they were- Swiftly, she pushed the thought away, surrendering fully to his kiss.
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She moaned softly and he snapped out of it. Oh Kami, what am I doing? His cheeks flushed red under the dim lights of the stage. He was supposed to be acting, not making out with his best friend in front of half the school. He looked down at her again, her face was flushed but she lay deceptively still. Her lips tempted him, swollen and red from their make out session. "Thus…" his voice dropped so low that those in the front row had to strain to hear him, "With a kiss, I die." Still blushing, he collapsed beside his lady-love.
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Taichi and Koushiro had huge sweatdrops on the back of their heads. "Uhh…I'm no expert on Shakespeare, but I don't think that's in the play…" Koushiro began doubtfully.
Taichi scratched his head, "Well…" he smirked, "I think things are getting interesting. I think we should go backstage and congratulate them on their acting."
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Sora pulled on her green school uniform in a panic. Oh kami, what was I thinking? Her costume lay on the floor and she picked it up and smoothed the creases it had acquired. Her face flushed red again as she remembered that kiss. His lips… Her hand stole up the side of her face to touch her lips, What have I done? I said that we'd just be friends, I said that I wouldn't…fall in love with him… Tears clouded her reddish brown eyes, hurriedly, she hung her dress on the rack that had all the costumes on it. I need to get out of here. I need to think… It wasn't like her to skip school, but this was an emergency. She was going to the digital world. Biyomon would give some advice, she hoped.
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"Yamato! Great performance!" Taichi slapped him on the back jovially.
"Yeah, I don't think anyone expected that last kiss. One would think that you really loved Sora." Koushiro chimed in.
Yamato gave his red-head friend a nervous look, Koushiro had the closest thing to an evil look gracing his normally open features. "Really?" his voice squeaked, "Why, whatever gave you that idea?"
Taichi gave him a look that clearly said, 'Who do you think you're fooling?' "Oh I don't know," he began sarcastically, "The fact that you had your tongue down the throat of a supposedly dead woman…"
Yamato flushed, "Shut up, Taichi," he muttered, but his heart wasn't really in it.
"It's really blatantly obvious, Yamato," Koushiro said with a laugh, "Does Sora know?"
Yamato kept his eyes glued to the floor and Taichi let out an exasperated sigh, "You didn't tell her?" He ran irritated fingers through his hair, "Why not?" he demanded.
"Wait," Koushiro interrupted, "You knew about this? Why didn't you tell me?" He looked insulted.
Taichi sweatdropped, remembering a conversation similar to this one, "Uh…I practically had to beat the information from him. I thought he was going to tell her," he shot Yamato an accusing look at this point, "So, I figured that…well…it wasn't that important."
Koushiro threw his hands in the air with exasperation, "No one tells me anything! I don't understand why not. I mean, it's not like I have a big mouth or anything…"
"Guys?" Yamato interjected, "As fun as it is to listen to the two of you argue…it's my life and I'd prefer it if the two of you kept out of it."
"Uh uh," Taichi shook his head, "Too late my friend."
"Yeah," Koushiro put aside his annoyance at being left in the dark to join forces with Taichi, "As your friends, it's our duty to be nosy. You wouldn't want us to abandon our duty would you, Yamato?"
Taichi grinned, "Besides, you are obviously not able to tell Sora how you feel. So," he slapped Yamato on the back, "We are willingly offering our help."
Yamato groaned, "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
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A/N: Sorry this has taken awhile. This actually turned out the complete opposite of what I had planned. *sweatdrops* I felt like I needed to put in a little Romeo and Juliet…what with all the people demanding Yamato in tight leather pants…
Yamato: Incidentally, I find those pants a disgrace!
Why?
Yamato: They're so tight!
Hence the description "Tight leather pants…"
Yamato: What did I ever do to deserve this?
Next chapter: Sora in the Digital World! Yamato, will he survive the 'help' that Taichi and Koushiro offer?
© Smabbi-chan
2001-11-12
