Carpooling and Acoustics
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Written by Kiit Marlowe.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. If they did d'you think I'd be writing fanfiction? Nah, I'd be doing a Mimi and shopping..... (Yup, this is my standard disclaimer now. I really can't be bothered to think of another one.)
For those of you who bother to read my disclaimers might remember the boring crush saga that I was rambling on about in the last couple. My Jackass split with his girlfriend, and promptly went back to worshiping a girl way out of his league as he has done for the past three years. On the positive side, we're actually speaking again.
Sue me and I'll be forced to write a complete history of my (Failed) love life. You have been warned.
Contains some Taito, Sochi (Not Taiora) Jymi
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Carpooling's a great idea. Absolutely fantastic idea. The only thing is, you need to make sure there's enough seats for everyone.
It was Mimi's seventeenth birthday, and we were all heading out to a posh resturant. She and Willis had flown over from America, so this pushed up the seating numbers. Mimi herself, Sora, Hikari and Miyako had all piled into a taxi and they had no problems in getting home. The idea for us 'lads' was to squash ourselves in Jyou's explorer and as he was completely teetotal (Mr Reliability and all that) we'd be home dry. Izzy called shogun, Willis and Takeru settled in the boot seats chattering away. That just left Iori in the middle seat, Ken and Daisuke on the right hand side, not exactly legal but nevermind, with all the presents and drink squished between me and Iori. It was a bit of a tight fit but we fit. Perfect. We were all ready to leave when Yamato arrived, slightly out of breath and bearing a perfectly wrapped present, bottle of vodka and acoustic.
"Dammit, knew we'd forgotten something." Takeru deadpanned from the boot. The guitar was hastily passed to him, along with the gift, although it was noted that the drink was not relinquished.
"We're going to be late!" Jyou panicked.
I chuckled a little at this. Ever since Mimi came back he's been desperate to spend as much time as he possibly can with her. Funny that. "Two trips?" I asked.
"NO! No one else is driving this and I'm not coming back again. It's a half hour journey."
"Looks like you'll have to walk Ishida." I told him grinning, and was rewarded by a glare and him clambering into the car.
"Shift over." He commanded. We all stared at him.
"Into what space?" Daisuke asked. You could see the cogs turning behind the blue eyes as he assessed the situation.
"Oh, just damn well sit on Taichi." Jyou growled. Yamato opened his mouth to complain. "Or else you can bloody walk." He closed his mouth, slammed the car door churlishly and settled onto my lap, pressed up against the side and ducking his head a little so that he merely brushed the roof. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" We set off.
"Define 'hard'." Yamato commented bitterly. Both Takeru and Daisuke cracked up at this. "And no, not in that area. Sickos."
Willis eyed us contemptatively, craning his neck over the seat. "Have you two ever been, well, 'involved'?"
I let Yama handle this one. He was in a bad mood anyway. "What the hell makes you ask that?" Jyou sped round a corner at this exact moment and in one of those cruel twists of fate, I grabbed him round the waist as he clutched hold of my shoulders so that he didn't fly onto the floor. Willis smiled knowingly. "I was gonna end up on his feet, alright?!?"
"It's just that you two are so... There for each other all the time."
Yamato rolled his eyes at me. "We're best friends." I qualified. "I don't like my feet being squished either. Anyways, we're really different."
"Opposites attract." Iori said seriously.
"It's accurate to say that antagonistic qualities often result in a favourable alliance." Izzy chipped in.
Yamato gave them a death stare and unscrewed his bottle. "Knew I was going to need this." He took a wonderfully long and remarkably elegant swig before offering it to me. Nodding approval as I drank he continued. "We are not 'together'. We are not anything more than comrades and friends.We fight, both with each other and against evil. Hah! I sound like a comic book hero!"
"Yeah, you da man." I deadpanned. He clouted me one. I mussed up his hair. We were equal.
"Tai, do you always have to get my hair?" He pouted. "It takes so long to do. Anyways, there has not, is not and never will be a joining of souls or whatever romantic spin you want to put on-"
"Hopping on the good foot and doing the bad thing?" Takeru enquired innocently.
"Keru..." Yamato snarled, as everyone else laughed their heads off.
"There was a joining of your digimon though. That's kinda symbolic." Ken said quietly. The indigo haired boy watched our reactions with interest.
"We also became digital and were absorbed into a computer. It wasn't romantic." I explained.
"Although all that soft lighting and the angelic glow coming off of us was kinda like candlelight if you squinted hard enough." Yamato commented acidically.
It was weird how they'd started to ask all those questions you want to know the answers to but never had the chance to ask. Yamato shuffled awkwardly on my lap. I tighted my hold on his waist as we screech stopped at a red light. The presents weren't as lucky. They cannoned forward, raining around Izzy's ears. Jyou appologised and set off a little more calmly. Takeru began to play a riff on the acoustic as Ken and Daisuke chattered softly and I drifted off into thought.
"So, you two have never even considered kissing?" Willis's clear voice cut through my musing. The silence was absolutely amazing. I glanced at Yamato, expecting him to be in the same state of wide eyed, slack jawed shock.
"Honestly?" He asked. Willis, and all the others, nodded eagerly. "Not Tai. I have thought about kissing other guys, but..." he shrugged. "Don't really do a lot of kissing."
They all swiveled round to look at me. "I... Well, not before now..."
Yamato grinned at me. "So you are considering it now?"
"Yama..." I growled. Then a thought hit me. "Why 'Not Tai'? What, am I not good enough for you?"
I heard Daisuke's whispered, "Bitch fight ahead." but chose to ignore it.
Yamato raised an eyebrow. "I just never thought of you in that way. But, as we are meditating the matter now, I wouldn't want to."
"Why not?" Ken asked, by now completely enthralled.
"Have you ever been punched by Tai? No, well then, let me explain. Whenever we tustle, he always ends up on top. Teeks, drag your mind out of the gutter and quit laughing okay? So kissing Taichi would be like that. All aggression and absolutely no tenderness."
"Still in the room." I commented bitterly. Boy, he was giving this a lot of thought. Would I really be that bad? I mean, okay I hadn't kissed anyone, ever, but I wasn't going to admit this, ever. But I could do gentle. Dammit, I could do gentle if it was the last thing I ever did! Anyways, this guy packs a punch as well. If I remember rightly he tried to damn well kill me.
Iori turned to me. "Would you kiss Yamato?"
"Not anymore I bloody wouldn't." Daisuke chuckled. "Anyway, what would be the difference between kissing him and a girl? You look like a girl." I told him.
"At least my comments were contructive." He threw back, attempting to look threatening from his oh-so-scary position balanced on my knees with his arm wrapped round my neck.
"How do know there'd be no tenderness?"
"How do you know I'd kiss like a girl?"
We eyeballed each other, faces close enough that I could smell the shampoo Yamato used. Then he smiled.
"Guess we really managed to hit exactly what we're paranoid about." The tension broke. "Do you really think I look like a woman?" He asked anxiously.
"You're a little, well, effeminate." I picked up his hand to illustrate my point, stroking down his long fingers until I reached the blue nails. "Nailpolish and eyeliner are generally equated with the female of the species."
"Admit it, he's more deadly than you Taichi." Takeru quipped, earning a glare from everyone at the bad pun.
"Oh." Yamato looked crestfallen. "Oh, right."
"Don't worry," I whispered into his ear, tucking a strand of golden hair behind. "It suits you. You always look really sexy."
"You think I look sexy?" He asked quietly, turning those massive blue eyes on me. I could taste his aftershave and the indefinable smell that is Yamato.
"You are sexy." I breathed.
The hand on my neck tightened as I closed the distance between us, capturing Yamato's lips with my own. Soft and yielding, they parted gently to allow my tongue to carress his lower lip. The whoops of excitement from the others rang in my ears. Entangling my fingers in his gorgeous blonde hair I felt him snuggling in to me. I had no idea what I was doing but by just allowing instinct to rule I was enjoying it. It felt like sliding two jigsaw pieces together. Like it was meant to be.
Reluctantly parting with a sigh, I risked looking at Yamato's reaction. He still had his eyes closed and those elegant fingers rested delicately on the back of my neck. "Okay, I was wrong about the tenderness." He commented huskily for all and sundry. "How about me? Do I kiss like a girl?"
"Wouldn't know." I added breezily. "Never kissed a girl."
One saphire eye opened slowly. Then the other. He snickered wickedly. "Always a first time..." We turned the corner into the carpark. As everyone scrambled out and started unloading the presents, Yamato propelled me toward Sora. "Go on. Kiss her."
"What?!?" I asked. Hang on a second here, I've just kissed him. And kinda enjoyed it to say the least. And now he wanted me to kiss Sora.
"Go on." He nudged me.
So I did.
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Written by Kiit Marlowe.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. If they did d'you think I'd be writing fanfiction? Nah, I'd be doing a Mimi and shopping..... (Yup, this is my standard disclaimer now. I really can't be bothered to think of another one.)
For those of you who bother to read my disclaimers might remember the boring crush saga that I was rambling on about in the last couple. My Jackass split with his girlfriend, and promptly went back to worshiping a girl way out of his league as he has done for the past three years. On the positive side, we're actually speaking again.
Sue me and I'll be forced to write a complete history of my (Failed) love life. You have been warned.
Contains some Taito, Sochi (Not Taiora) Jymi
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Carpooling's a great idea. Absolutely fantastic idea. The only thing is, you need to make sure there's enough seats for everyone.
It was Mimi's seventeenth birthday, and we were all heading out to a posh resturant. She and Willis had flown over from America, so this pushed up the seating numbers. Mimi herself, Sora, Hikari and Miyako had all piled into a taxi and they had no problems in getting home. The idea for us 'lads' was to squash ourselves in Jyou's explorer and as he was completely teetotal (Mr Reliability and all that) we'd be home dry. Izzy called shogun, Willis and Takeru settled in the boot seats chattering away. That just left Iori in the middle seat, Ken and Daisuke on the right hand side, not exactly legal but nevermind, with all the presents and drink squished between me and Iori. It was a bit of a tight fit but we fit. Perfect. We were all ready to leave when Yamato arrived, slightly out of breath and bearing a perfectly wrapped present, bottle of vodka and acoustic.
"Dammit, knew we'd forgotten something." Takeru deadpanned from the boot. The guitar was hastily passed to him, along with the gift, although it was noted that the drink was not relinquished.
"We're going to be late!" Jyou panicked.
I chuckled a little at this. Ever since Mimi came back he's been desperate to spend as much time as he possibly can with her. Funny that. "Two trips?" I asked.
"NO! No one else is driving this and I'm not coming back again. It's a half hour journey."
"Looks like you'll have to walk Ishida." I told him grinning, and was rewarded by a glare and him clambering into the car.
"Shift over." He commanded. We all stared at him.
"Into what space?" Daisuke asked. You could see the cogs turning behind the blue eyes as he assessed the situation.
"Oh, just damn well sit on Taichi." Jyou growled. Yamato opened his mouth to complain. "Or else you can bloody walk." He closed his mouth, slammed the car door churlishly and settled onto my lap, pressed up against the side and ducking his head a little so that he merely brushed the roof. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" We set off.
"Define 'hard'." Yamato commented bitterly. Both Takeru and Daisuke cracked up at this. "And no, not in that area. Sickos."
Willis eyed us contemptatively, craning his neck over the seat. "Have you two ever been, well, 'involved'?"
I let Yama handle this one. He was in a bad mood anyway. "What the hell makes you ask that?" Jyou sped round a corner at this exact moment and in one of those cruel twists of fate, I grabbed him round the waist as he clutched hold of my shoulders so that he didn't fly onto the floor. Willis smiled knowingly. "I was gonna end up on his feet, alright?!?"
"It's just that you two are so... There for each other all the time."
Yamato rolled his eyes at me. "We're best friends." I qualified. "I don't like my feet being squished either. Anyways, we're really different."
"Opposites attract." Iori said seriously.
"It's accurate to say that antagonistic qualities often result in a favourable alliance." Izzy chipped in.
Yamato gave them a death stare and unscrewed his bottle. "Knew I was going to need this." He took a wonderfully long and remarkably elegant swig before offering it to me. Nodding approval as I drank he continued. "We are not 'together'. We are not anything more than comrades and friends.We fight, both with each other and against evil. Hah! I sound like a comic book hero!"
"Yeah, you da man." I deadpanned. He clouted me one. I mussed up his hair. We were equal.
"Tai, do you always have to get my hair?" He pouted. "It takes so long to do. Anyways, there has not, is not and never will be a joining of souls or whatever romantic spin you want to put on-"
"Hopping on the good foot and doing the bad thing?" Takeru enquired innocently.
"Keru..." Yamato snarled, as everyone else laughed their heads off.
"There was a joining of your digimon though. That's kinda symbolic." Ken said quietly. The indigo haired boy watched our reactions with interest.
"We also became digital and were absorbed into a computer. It wasn't romantic." I explained.
"Although all that soft lighting and the angelic glow coming off of us was kinda like candlelight if you squinted hard enough." Yamato commented acidically.
It was weird how they'd started to ask all those questions you want to know the answers to but never had the chance to ask. Yamato shuffled awkwardly on my lap. I tighted my hold on his waist as we screech stopped at a red light. The presents weren't as lucky. They cannoned forward, raining around Izzy's ears. Jyou appologised and set off a little more calmly. Takeru began to play a riff on the acoustic as Ken and Daisuke chattered softly and I drifted off into thought.
"So, you two have never even considered kissing?" Willis's clear voice cut through my musing. The silence was absolutely amazing. I glanced at Yamato, expecting him to be in the same state of wide eyed, slack jawed shock.
"Honestly?" He asked. Willis, and all the others, nodded eagerly. "Not Tai. I have thought about kissing other guys, but..." he shrugged. "Don't really do a lot of kissing."
They all swiveled round to look at me. "I... Well, not before now..."
Yamato grinned at me. "So you are considering it now?"
"Yama..." I growled. Then a thought hit me. "Why 'Not Tai'? What, am I not good enough for you?"
I heard Daisuke's whispered, "Bitch fight ahead." but chose to ignore it.
Yamato raised an eyebrow. "I just never thought of you in that way. But, as we are meditating the matter now, I wouldn't want to."
"Why not?" Ken asked, by now completely enthralled.
"Have you ever been punched by Tai? No, well then, let me explain. Whenever we tustle, he always ends up on top. Teeks, drag your mind out of the gutter and quit laughing okay? So kissing Taichi would be like that. All aggression and absolutely no tenderness."
"Still in the room." I commented bitterly. Boy, he was giving this a lot of thought. Would I really be that bad? I mean, okay I hadn't kissed anyone, ever, but I wasn't going to admit this, ever. But I could do gentle. Dammit, I could do gentle if it was the last thing I ever did! Anyways, this guy packs a punch as well. If I remember rightly he tried to damn well kill me.
Iori turned to me. "Would you kiss Yamato?"
"Not anymore I bloody wouldn't." Daisuke chuckled. "Anyway, what would be the difference between kissing him and a girl? You look like a girl." I told him.
"At least my comments were contructive." He threw back, attempting to look threatening from his oh-so-scary position balanced on my knees with his arm wrapped round my neck.
"How do know there'd be no tenderness?"
"How do you know I'd kiss like a girl?"
We eyeballed each other, faces close enough that I could smell the shampoo Yamato used. Then he smiled.
"Guess we really managed to hit exactly what we're paranoid about." The tension broke. "Do you really think I look like a woman?" He asked anxiously.
"You're a little, well, effeminate." I picked up his hand to illustrate my point, stroking down his long fingers until I reached the blue nails. "Nailpolish and eyeliner are generally equated with the female of the species."
"Admit it, he's more deadly than you Taichi." Takeru quipped, earning a glare from everyone at the bad pun.
"Oh." Yamato looked crestfallen. "Oh, right."
"Don't worry," I whispered into his ear, tucking a strand of golden hair behind. "It suits you. You always look really sexy."
"You think I look sexy?" He asked quietly, turning those massive blue eyes on me. I could taste his aftershave and the indefinable smell that is Yamato.
"You are sexy." I breathed.
The hand on my neck tightened as I closed the distance between us, capturing Yamato's lips with my own. Soft and yielding, they parted gently to allow my tongue to carress his lower lip. The whoops of excitement from the others rang in my ears. Entangling my fingers in his gorgeous blonde hair I felt him snuggling in to me. I had no idea what I was doing but by just allowing instinct to rule I was enjoying it. It felt like sliding two jigsaw pieces together. Like it was meant to be.
Reluctantly parting with a sigh, I risked looking at Yamato's reaction. He still had his eyes closed and those elegant fingers rested delicately on the back of my neck. "Okay, I was wrong about the tenderness." He commented huskily for all and sundry. "How about me? Do I kiss like a girl?"
"Wouldn't know." I added breezily. "Never kissed a girl."
One saphire eye opened slowly. Then the other. He snickered wickedly. "Always a first time..." We turned the corner into the carpark. As everyone scrambled out and started unloading the presents, Yamato propelled me toward Sora. "Go on. Kiss her."
"What?!?" I asked. Hang on a second here, I've just kissed him. And kinda enjoyed it to say the least. And now he wanted me to kiss Sora.
"Go on." He nudged me.
So I did.
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