Okay this is my Christmas special. I'm posting it a little early simply
because I plan to make this a rather long fic there fore I must get it
started now or I shall not have it finished till next Christmas.
Disclaimer: If I owned them you'd know. ~_^
A Very Digi-Christmas
by Lady Dragon
The streets of Odaiba hummed with the buzz of its inhabitants making last minute purchases. All but one where alive with the holiday cheer, all but one quickly bought their purchases in hopes of returning home to a loved one on a cold Christmas Eve. And all but one awoke to a wonderful Christmas Eve with their families.
"Yama...Oh Yama. Earth to Yama!" Yamato's eyes snapped open at this harsh abuse of his name, dispelling the painful memories of the Christmas pass. Christmas was two weeks away and the Teenage Wolves where returning home to give a live performance on Christmas Eve. Around him the sounds of passengers grabbing their gear and bringing their seats to an upright position brought only one more question to mind, one, which he sadly vocalized.
"Are we there yet?"
"No man, we're barely over New York. Of course we're here in fact we'll be landing in ten minutes." Takahashi replied amongst a chorus of "duhs" from the other band members.
"Hey man, are you okay? You seem a little pale." Takahashi asked placing a hand on his shoulder. Takahashi knew that this return to Odaiba held no true meaning for Yamato Ishida. The Teenage Wolves had enjoyed a great year of touring the US, Japan, Britain, and Australia. Now the Wolves looked forward to a welcome back concert at the Odaiba Amphitheater on Christmas Eve. Takahashi and the rest of the Wolves had an exceptionally hard time convincing Yamato to return with them to Japan and an exceptionally harder time convincing him that the concert would be worth the effort. Takahashi winced at the reemergence of last year's Christmas, in truth he was surprised they had managed to convince Yamato to even consider the return let alone actually get him on the plane. Looking Yamato's pensive face Takahashi could only guess at the emotions that Yamato struggled to keep under control.
Snow was beginning to fall outside the airplane's window 'great just great' Yamato thought not liking the appearance of the sticky white substance. With a sigh Yamato shifted his attention from the approaching airport to his band mates.
Takahashi seemed preoccupied with his carry-on luggage, while Itsu and Akevi began chatting up the flight attendant. The flight attendant was notably unimpressed. Yamato once again found his mind wandering back to the events that lead up to this return. Systematically Yamato ran through his mind trying to figure out if there was a way to have avoided this but only one answer came to mind, no. As the plane made its rough landing upon the icy tarmac a heavy weight set upon his heart.
"Takeru wait up!"
The boy in question turned to see the owner of the voice, a young girl his age with short brown hair, serene brown eyes heavily lashed, with a camera around her neck come jogging up to him.
"That's no fair" she admonished, "You have longer legs than me!"
"Sorry Hikari-chan I didn't mean to..."
"Oh don't worry I'm not upset...not with you anyway." Hikari replied a look of grief marring her beautiful face.
"Hikari what's happened?" Takeru questioned immediately concerned over his friend's welfare. Not caring that they where in the middle of the airport Takeru caught her gaze and held it knowing that she would give in.
"It's just."
"Just what?"
"Maybe we shouldn't be here, at the airport to greet your brother." She stopped at Takeru's outraged gaze.
"If you don't want to be here..." He began.
"No! I, mean no" Hikari cried and then lowered her voice. "I, well Yamato made it very clear he didn't want anything to do with any of us. He hasn't even bothered to write or to call you, his own brother! And you two where so close."
"Well he told me about his return!" Takeru shouted back in rage, the need to defend his brother taking over.
"No Takeru" Hikari soothed "he called your mom, you just happened to answer the phone."
"I don't care. My onichan has returned and if it weren't for your baka of a brother Taichi he would have returned long ago, or at least kept in touch. So you can either come with me and greet him at the gate, or you can leave." And with that said Takeru Takashi headed towards the arrival's gate with Hikari in tow to greet his brother.
All terminals where the same, they where all dreadfully dull, felt as though they would collapse at any minute and did little to protect travelers from the elements. Yamato frowned suddenly, a bad feeling nagging in the back of his mind. How many fans would there be, and more importantly 'would anybody he actually cared about be there? Would the welcoming area be filled with an endless mass of groupies as usual? Or would there finally be familiar faces? Ahead Tetsuro, Yamato's bodyguard lead the way; already Yamato could here the cries and chants of the Wolve's fans. Glancing over his shoulder Tetsuro whispered back to Yamato and the others. "It appears there is a larger amount of easy lays than usual."
Yamato smiled for the first time that day. 'Easy lays' was Tetsuro's name for groupies, a name that fitted the vast majority of their groupies well.
"What's the plan Tets." Yamato asked as the noise got louder and the terminal exit appeared.
"We will get you through the mass as fast as possible, airport personnel and the roadies have already loaded your luggage into the limmos, and the equipment has already been loaded onto the truck. There fore we shall go directly to the limos, and straight to the hotel." A pause and then, "Are any of your friends or family meeting you lot here?"
"It's possible..." Yamato responded looking at the others.
"Yo Tets! Did you load any of them there easy lays into the limos? I'm absolutely famished!" Akevi inquired sweetly, to no one's surprise Tetsuro ignored the comment completely. As they exited the terminal a smug self- confident smirk slid onto Yamato's face. It was the look that broke girls and guys hearts alike, the look that always impressed the photographers. It was the look that always effectively hid what Yamato was really feeling.
Takeru watched as first the head of a very well built man merged dressed primarily in black, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. Experience told Takeru that this had to be a bodyguard. The man surveyed the crowd, then gave a command to the other guards and soon the mass of fans where being firmly pushed back. Just as Takeru began to give up hope that his brother would ever come out of the tunnel he emerged. Immediately the fans began to get louder all wanting to get closer to the god-like creature that had captured their hearts with his tantalizing vocals.
"He certainly looks different doesn't he." Hikari whispered at his side and for indeed he did. When Yamato had left just last year his blonde hair was only just barely past his chin but now, it was to his shoulders and growing. Yamato's hair was once the same color as Takeru's; golden blonde but now it had grown lighter and Yamato had placed black streaks in it creating a drastic contrast between the two colors. His sapphire eyes where now lined in kohl and the long lashes made to look longer with a coat of mascara. The make up its self was very different from how he dressed before but the clothes where a matter all of their own. Gone where the days Yamato wore blue jeans and slacks, now he was clad in tight leather pants, which emphasized his feminine figure, a white muscle shirt, boots, and a series of chains hanging from his pant's side.
"I do believe Yamato is no longer the Yamato you knew and loved."
"Maybe." Takeru replied for even though the appearance was changed Takeru could still read him well and Yamato did not look like his life had changed for the better. Hesitantly Takeru waved his hand in the air and called 'onichan' hoping to catch his brother's attention. To his disappointment or relief Yamato saw him and beckoned him over.
Yamato watched as a sea of faces swam by him. The other's enjoyed the attention but lately Yamato found it to be more of a nuisance rather than a joy. Finally among the endless sea of groupies he spotted a familiar face. Takeru beside him stood Hikari. "I'm glad those two are still together after all this." Yamato whispered under his breathe. Unfortunately Takeru noticed that Yamato had spotted him and called out waving timidly. Caught like a deer in headlights Yamato gave a command to Tetsuro to allow Takeru and Hikari through, and then beckoned them forward.
"Yama!! Your back you wouldn't believe how much I've missed you!" Takeru cried out happily smothering his brother in a giant hug.
"Have you really missed me lil bro?" Yamato asked jokingly, secretly wondering if in fact Takeru even cared if he lived or died.
"Of course I have..."
"You should have seen him Yamato, he moped like a little kid while you where away."
"Is that so?" Yamato chuckled forcing a look of humor onto his face.
"Well, yeah." Takeru admitted shyly.
"Yamato are these two accompanying you to the hotel?" Tetsuro inquired.
"Well...uh sure." Yamato replied torn between wanting family around and deserting them at the first chance.
"Hotel? Yama aren't you going to at least stop by and say hi to mom?"
"Um...not right now Takeru business to attend to first and all that, I'll visit her later." And with that said Yamato walked on living Takeru and Hikari to follow behind.
Taichi stood back in awe as he watched his former best friend pass through the crowd of fans without a care in the world. Not a one seemed to faze him, and Taichi knew that Yamato truly had put him firmly out of his life. Without a word careful to evade his former friend's sight as well as his current friend's Taichi Yagami slipped away from the glittering world that was Yamato's life.
Disclaimer: If I owned them you'd know. ~_^
A Very Digi-Christmas
by Lady Dragon
The streets of Odaiba hummed with the buzz of its inhabitants making last minute purchases. All but one where alive with the holiday cheer, all but one quickly bought their purchases in hopes of returning home to a loved one on a cold Christmas Eve. And all but one awoke to a wonderful Christmas Eve with their families.
"Yama...Oh Yama. Earth to Yama!" Yamato's eyes snapped open at this harsh abuse of his name, dispelling the painful memories of the Christmas pass. Christmas was two weeks away and the Teenage Wolves where returning home to give a live performance on Christmas Eve. Around him the sounds of passengers grabbing their gear and bringing their seats to an upright position brought only one more question to mind, one, which he sadly vocalized.
"Are we there yet?"
"No man, we're barely over New York. Of course we're here in fact we'll be landing in ten minutes." Takahashi replied amongst a chorus of "duhs" from the other band members.
"Hey man, are you okay? You seem a little pale." Takahashi asked placing a hand on his shoulder. Takahashi knew that this return to Odaiba held no true meaning for Yamato Ishida. The Teenage Wolves had enjoyed a great year of touring the US, Japan, Britain, and Australia. Now the Wolves looked forward to a welcome back concert at the Odaiba Amphitheater on Christmas Eve. Takahashi and the rest of the Wolves had an exceptionally hard time convincing Yamato to return with them to Japan and an exceptionally harder time convincing him that the concert would be worth the effort. Takahashi winced at the reemergence of last year's Christmas, in truth he was surprised they had managed to convince Yamato to even consider the return let alone actually get him on the plane. Looking Yamato's pensive face Takahashi could only guess at the emotions that Yamato struggled to keep under control.
Snow was beginning to fall outside the airplane's window 'great just great' Yamato thought not liking the appearance of the sticky white substance. With a sigh Yamato shifted his attention from the approaching airport to his band mates.
Takahashi seemed preoccupied with his carry-on luggage, while Itsu and Akevi began chatting up the flight attendant. The flight attendant was notably unimpressed. Yamato once again found his mind wandering back to the events that lead up to this return. Systematically Yamato ran through his mind trying to figure out if there was a way to have avoided this but only one answer came to mind, no. As the plane made its rough landing upon the icy tarmac a heavy weight set upon his heart.
"Takeru wait up!"
The boy in question turned to see the owner of the voice, a young girl his age with short brown hair, serene brown eyes heavily lashed, with a camera around her neck come jogging up to him.
"That's no fair" she admonished, "You have longer legs than me!"
"Sorry Hikari-chan I didn't mean to..."
"Oh don't worry I'm not upset...not with you anyway." Hikari replied a look of grief marring her beautiful face.
"Hikari what's happened?" Takeru questioned immediately concerned over his friend's welfare. Not caring that they where in the middle of the airport Takeru caught her gaze and held it knowing that she would give in.
"It's just."
"Just what?"
"Maybe we shouldn't be here, at the airport to greet your brother." She stopped at Takeru's outraged gaze.
"If you don't want to be here..." He began.
"No! I, mean no" Hikari cried and then lowered her voice. "I, well Yamato made it very clear he didn't want anything to do with any of us. He hasn't even bothered to write or to call you, his own brother! And you two where so close."
"Well he told me about his return!" Takeru shouted back in rage, the need to defend his brother taking over.
"No Takeru" Hikari soothed "he called your mom, you just happened to answer the phone."
"I don't care. My onichan has returned and if it weren't for your baka of a brother Taichi he would have returned long ago, or at least kept in touch. So you can either come with me and greet him at the gate, or you can leave." And with that said Takeru Takashi headed towards the arrival's gate with Hikari in tow to greet his brother.
All terminals where the same, they where all dreadfully dull, felt as though they would collapse at any minute and did little to protect travelers from the elements. Yamato frowned suddenly, a bad feeling nagging in the back of his mind. How many fans would there be, and more importantly 'would anybody he actually cared about be there? Would the welcoming area be filled with an endless mass of groupies as usual? Or would there finally be familiar faces? Ahead Tetsuro, Yamato's bodyguard lead the way; already Yamato could here the cries and chants of the Wolve's fans. Glancing over his shoulder Tetsuro whispered back to Yamato and the others. "It appears there is a larger amount of easy lays than usual."
Yamato smiled for the first time that day. 'Easy lays' was Tetsuro's name for groupies, a name that fitted the vast majority of their groupies well.
"What's the plan Tets." Yamato asked as the noise got louder and the terminal exit appeared.
"We will get you through the mass as fast as possible, airport personnel and the roadies have already loaded your luggage into the limmos, and the equipment has already been loaded onto the truck. There fore we shall go directly to the limos, and straight to the hotel." A pause and then, "Are any of your friends or family meeting you lot here?"
"It's possible..." Yamato responded looking at the others.
"Yo Tets! Did you load any of them there easy lays into the limos? I'm absolutely famished!" Akevi inquired sweetly, to no one's surprise Tetsuro ignored the comment completely. As they exited the terminal a smug self- confident smirk slid onto Yamato's face. It was the look that broke girls and guys hearts alike, the look that always impressed the photographers. It was the look that always effectively hid what Yamato was really feeling.
Takeru watched as first the head of a very well built man merged dressed primarily in black, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. Experience told Takeru that this had to be a bodyguard. The man surveyed the crowd, then gave a command to the other guards and soon the mass of fans where being firmly pushed back. Just as Takeru began to give up hope that his brother would ever come out of the tunnel he emerged. Immediately the fans began to get louder all wanting to get closer to the god-like creature that had captured their hearts with his tantalizing vocals.
"He certainly looks different doesn't he." Hikari whispered at his side and for indeed he did. When Yamato had left just last year his blonde hair was only just barely past his chin but now, it was to his shoulders and growing. Yamato's hair was once the same color as Takeru's; golden blonde but now it had grown lighter and Yamato had placed black streaks in it creating a drastic contrast between the two colors. His sapphire eyes where now lined in kohl and the long lashes made to look longer with a coat of mascara. The make up its self was very different from how he dressed before but the clothes where a matter all of their own. Gone where the days Yamato wore blue jeans and slacks, now he was clad in tight leather pants, which emphasized his feminine figure, a white muscle shirt, boots, and a series of chains hanging from his pant's side.
"I do believe Yamato is no longer the Yamato you knew and loved."
"Maybe." Takeru replied for even though the appearance was changed Takeru could still read him well and Yamato did not look like his life had changed for the better. Hesitantly Takeru waved his hand in the air and called 'onichan' hoping to catch his brother's attention. To his disappointment or relief Yamato saw him and beckoned him over.
Yamato watched as a sea of faces swam by him. The other's enjoyed the attention but lately Yamato found it to be more of a nuisance rather than a joy. Finally among the endless sea of groupies he spotted a familiar face. Takeru beside him stood Hikari. "I'm glad those two are still together after all this." Yamato whispered under his breathe. Unfortunately Takeru noticed that Yamato had spotted him and called out waving timidly. Caught like a deer in headlights Yamato gave a command to Tetsuro to allow Takeru and Hikari through, and then beckoned them forward.
"Yama!! Your back you wouldn't believe how much I've missed you!" Takeru cried out happily smothering his brother in a giant hug.
"Have you really missed me lil bro?" Yamato asked jokingly, secretly wondering if in fact Takeru even cared if he lived or died.
"Of course I have..."
"You should have seen him Yamato, he moped like a little kid while you where away."
"Is that so?" Yamato chuckled forcing a look of humor onto his face.
"Well, yeah." Takeru admitted shyly.
"Yamato are these two accompanying you to the hotel?" Tetsuro inquired.
"Well...uh sure." Yamato replied torn between wanting family around and deserting them at the first chance.
"Hotel? Yama aren't you going to at least stop by and say hi to mom?"
"Um...not right now Takeru business to attend to first and all that, I'll visit her later." And with that said Yamato walked on living Takeru and Hikari to follow behind.
Taichi stood back in awe as he watched his former best friend pass through the crowd of fans without a care in the world. Not a one seemed to faze him, and Taichi knew that Yamato truly had put him firmly out of his life. Without a word careful to evade his former friend's sight as well as his current friend's Taichi Yagami slipped away from the glittering world that was Yamato's life.
