This fic idea was created at my nineteenth birthday party. I drank about twenty cans of pop didn't eat anything but cookies and two small slices of pizza AND didn't sleep. This is what came of it. Oh course this is the revised version with more thought behind it but yeah. Ask me why I did this and I wont be able to tell you. Okay maybe I can.
One= I like taking previously normal characters and twisting them around. I try to make it believable too.
Two= My mind works in strange ways even I don't understand but I love angst and always have.
Three= To anoy Kathrine who loves those normal characters to pieces whom I cut down so readily.
Four= Yaoi fanfiction is my fangirl obsessive Goddess and I shall do whatever she tells me to.
There are my reasons. The last one I can use to get me out of trouble! She made me do it I had no choice! Or I could say this. What do you expect from a girl who's fav anime is Revolutionary Girl Utena? My fav for all the right reasons. I'm gonna stop rambling now and start the fic all ready.
This fic is dedicated to Miyama who's firmly latched onto the idea that Jyou is a closet freak! I'm redoing this for you!
Disclaimer: I don't own them but Goddess what I could do with them if I did!*Drools*
PS I hate the digimon so I never write them in. I like the characters not them. Pokemon are better at least they don't talk in blah blah blah rant rant rant...
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Jyou stared out from the door of the dinner his heart heavey with all the things he wanted to say or do. He never could of course. He wasn't eloquint enough. He tripped over words and babbled like an idoit never stopping until someone told him to shut-up.
*Your a babbling idiot Jyou that's what you are. A paranoid babbling fool who no intellegent person would ever concider being with.*
Especially not someone with style. Jyou's own clumsy gangly body and geek type clothes disgusted him at times. But there was nothing you can do to change how you grow or how clothes of any type look on you. It depressed him to no end.
A lilting melody from the cliff edge caught Jyou's attention and silenced his thoughts for a few precious moments before fadding away on the brease. He sighed and sat down on the step resting his head on his hands.
*No one with style, class and a artistic side. Certainly not someone beautiful.*
Compared to the person foremost on Jyou's mind he himself felt more than just the ugly duckling. He would never have him anyway. Even if Jyou suddenly metamorphised into the handsomest guy on earth He was all ready taken.
Jyou thought back to the day he'd seen them. It had been a cloudy afternoon like this one. The cloud hung low in the sky, humidity rising making the air thick and hazy. He'd gotten tired of sitting bay the fire while a pot of something boiled slowly. He got up leaving Mimi and a sleepy Takeru behind and went walking. The others had all left to do something else a while ago. He'd wandered around aimlessly.
He passed a grove of willow trees when he'd heard laughter within. Walking towards the tree's Jyou had gone to see who it was. The willow trees covered every inch except for a small secluded clearing. It was quite the romantic spot if he remembered correctly. He'd paused though still beneath the tree branches as he saw Taichi their so called fearless leader lean over a long limbed blonde lying in the grass. One pale arm had risen the gloved hand running itself through Taichi's crazy hair pulling the smaller boy's face to his own.
Shock had revebarated though ever one of Jyou's bones as he watched the two boys kiss passiontly. He'd never suspected this from either of them. Infact he'd been afraid of the two killing each other before long.
*I thought they were so different. That they'd never get along. How wrong was I?*
He thought bitterly looking up from the steps he sat on to the low hanging clouds above. Huge fat drops were falling slowly to the ground and soon it would be raining heavily. Jyou looked out to were a figure in green, topped with impossibly blonde hair sat oblivious to the rain as he played his music. Sighing Jyou reached behind him and grabbed a large umbrella from a basket and got up walking towards Yamato.
*Strange how whenever it doesn't matter if we have these things we do. Then when we need them their not there.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yamato
He sat at the edge of the cliff legs hanging over staring down at the swan boat below. His brother needed him but cloud last. Right now Jyou was in more need of a protector them Takeru. The threat to his friends safety was real and Yamato didn't feel like testing the validity of the warning.
The comforting feel of his harmonica against his lips drew his thoughts away from his current problems but the music only drew him to another. One problem he had no clue how to fix. He felt completely alone and isolated. There was no bubbling suply of energy and support from Taichi. Oh sure they fought like a cat and dog sometimes but that hardly mattered when they were alone. Away from the digimon, away from the others they found a type of peace a contentedness just being with each other. The loving look in Taichi's large brown eyes had always calmed him down. Now he was gone. He'd tried to save Sora and stop that stupid monkey from killing them all and had been taken away from them in the process.
The group had fallen apart without a leader. Yamato could have filled thoughs shoes but he was in no shape to lead. He'd been heart broken and devestated when Taichi and his digimon had disappeared in the vortex.
Yamato sighed letting the music wrap around him and carry away all his feelings. The painful, lonely and helpless feeling turned from him into music and drifted away on the wind. He didn't even notice when it started to rain fat heavey drops from the sky. A voice nervous voice that cracked with the onset of puberty sounded from above him. It's discourdant sound clashed against the music and Yamato snapped out of his self induced musical trance and blinked up at the interlooper.
Jyou...
His mind fumbled around reality and snapped back into place. He was soaked to the bone and chilled. The rain had permiated into every inch of his clothes in the few short momments it had fallen. Jyou was standing above him holding a large black umbrella they both fit under. He was smiling nervously at Yamato unsure of how to act. Jyou always was nervous around him though Yamato couldn't fathom why. He was just another kid like Jyou.
*Well maybe not quite like Jyou I'm much cooler than he is but we're still both kids. Though he's shooting up like a bean stalk now. He's grown even in the time we're been here.*
"I'm sorry Jyou did you say something? I wasn't really with it." He said politely.
"Oh I was just saying that, well it started to rain and you, I figured you'd get soaked, so I grabbed an umbrella, you'll get sick sitting out here in the rain, i hope you don't mnd, I was worried ya know, so I just came out, are you going to come back in, I hope I'm not intruding.." Jyou babbled stupidly forcing Yamato to try and control his temper.
The older boy would always get on his nerves. He never shut up. It would have been suficient to say ' It started raining and I was worried you'd get sick so I brought an umbrella.' No Jyou had to babble on for hours on end about nothing.
*This guy should give up trying to be a docter and start up on the infomercail buisness. They always need people to talk endlessly until your board to tears.*
He sighed and looked out across the water as the rain fell and wished not for the first time that he had some talent in painting. The smudge of rain against the grey crystal of the lake and the fetureless slate of the sky would have made quite the nice water color.
*If a bit dark and dreary.*
"Thank you Jyou for the thought. I don't mind getting wet though." Yamato said as Jyou finally ran out of steam.
Jyou nodded and stood there acwardly. He didn't whether to stay of leave. He shifted the weight on his feet and looked out to where Yamatto gazed. He turned back not impressed then spoke.
"You mind if I stick around out here with you? I know you like being alone most of the time and I know.."
Yamato cut him off quickly before another long speech ensued.
"No it's all right Jyou. I don't mind. I just come out to play my harmonica and I'm not much of a conversationalist. So sit I don't mind."
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Jyou was surprised that Yamato was being so nice to him. Even though the blonde digidestined was the keeper of friendship. He sat down quickly and ungracefully before he could change his mind. Yamato didn't say anything just stared out across the water mornfully. Jyou knew Yamato wanted to leave and go find his brother but didn't understand why he didn't go.
He snuck a side ways glance at Yamato. His spiky blonde hair was plastered to his head but still managed to look cool.(Of course). He'd brought up one leg from the edge of the cliff and had wrapped one arm around it. Even with someone right beside him he looked remote and lonely.
*I guess I'd be lonely too if someone I cared about suddenly disappeared into no where.*
Jyou looked away and tried to think of something to say that would cheer up the blonde bishounen. He was so hard to talk to though. He could never read him right anyway.
*He probably wants me to go away and leave him alone. He never talks to anyone but Takeru and Taichi anyway.*
He shifted around trying to find a comfortable position on the hard ground. It was soaking wet and he probably all ready had a large wet stain on his behind. Every little detail of his apearance always made him nervous and now he didn't want to stand up.
*I probably look rediculous.*
He thought digectedly. He sighed and Yamato glanced at him before looking back out to the water. It was hard not to talk he found. His mind was always working looking at things and worrying. Around others he thought out loud. But now he sat silently not wanting to anoy Yamato and his thoughs turned...well a little to the hentai side. He really couldn't help it. At least if he was daydreaming he wasn't tempted to babble on like an idiot.
His daydreams all had Yamato in them. Well Him and Yamato that is. He sometimes wondered if he knew a bit too much about that kinda thing for a kid who wasn't even thirteen yet but then he was studying to be a doctor. He could see evey single detail. Of course none of these things would ever happen. For one thing Yamato was too together, cool and confident to ever go for Jyou's type. Secondly he'd all ready found someone. Someone atractive, brave and confident. The complete opposite of himself. Jyou sighed and stood up.
"I'm going in. It's getting late." Jyou said handing the umbrella to Yamato and running through the rain to the dinner.
He shook his head to get out the raindrops and paused in the door way as he heard the sound of a harmonica rise and fade away on a slight brease.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Days later. Ah the ever convient time lapse how I love it. Solves just about every plot problem there is. Well not every problem but many. A few..okay like two but it's still fun!
It had been around two weeks since Yamato had showed up at the diner. Every day he'd become moodier, yelling at Jyou when he'd spill something or talk too much. Jyou tried hard not to spill anything but it was hard. He'd never been in the kitchen to do anything but steal an extra cookie for lunch or something equaly harmless.
They were now farther apart as friends then any at any other time in the digiworld. This fact depressed Jyou to no end. Even now Yamato was out by the cliff playing his stupid harmonica. The thing was anoying with it wailing on and on day and night. He used to like it but now he knew something. Yamato played the harmonica to whatever he was feeling. That would be sad, lonely and depressed. He didn't seem to feel much else and Jyou knew why. He missed Taichi.
Of course Jyou had nothing against Taichi personally. He was an okay guy with the normal amount of childish enthusiasm and hyper activity asosiated with most preteen boys. No it was the fact that he was a Jock the type of people Jyou had always tried to avoid. That and he was a block between him and Yamato. It was hard to remind himself that even if Yamato hadn't liked someone else he didn't stand a chance.
*You don't stand a chance Jyou. You can't even compare to someone like Taichi so just give it up.*
It never worked telling himself that. He didn't want to hear it or exknowledge the futitlity of his own thoughts. Yamato was foremost on his mind these days. The tall, lanky blue eye'd loner of the digidestined.
Yamato was even now seated at the edge of the cliff playing his harmonica the sound grateing against Jyou's ears. He'd been out there playing for almost three hours now since the dinner closed.
*Why does he sit out there all the time it's weird.*
Jyou thought becoming iratated. He'd been doing that lately too. Becoming angry and off temper. He never got angry though or off temper so Jyou didn't know why he was. He kept it hidden though acting was goofy as always and never second guessing it.
He was getting mad at Yamato now. While Jyou had been a kinda loner back home he'd never deliberatly isolated himself, others had made that decision for him.
*I don't get him at all. Sure he's hot and I would love to give him a try but not stick around him for longer then that would take. I'm not surprised Taichi and him fight all the time.*
Jyou started out of his grumblings when the sad lilting voice of the harmonica died a heavey silence filling the air instead but Yamato didn't move. He hung his head and Jyou could swear his shoulders where shaking.
*What's wrong with him?*
~~~~~~~Yama-sama Yama-sama Yama-sama
Yamato was once again sitting at the edge of the cliff playing his harmonica in an attempt to ease the ace in his heart. Today it wasn't working so well. In fact in the last few days his normally chipper attitude had been replaced by gloom and a short temper.
*Chipper my ass. Face it Yamato your a constant source of doom and gloom. Worse then Jyou's constant worrying.*
He tried to make the music carry away his thoughts and feelings but the harmonica wouldn't copoerate. In fact he was feeling steadily worse. The ace of losing Taichi and not knowing how Takeru was dong grew with each drawn out note. He stared at the waters lapping slowly at the shore line below trying to forget. There was nothing he could do for either of them right now so he might as well not worry.
It didn't work. He let the harmonica slide out of his fingers and sat there trying not to cry, shoulders shaking. It wouldn't do either of them any good for him to cry. It didn't change anything. It change how alone he felt. Taichi had always known when the blonde had been upset or lonely and had always been there for him.
He choked back the tears as he heard someone, most likely Jyou come up behind him. He didn't need the others to know how he was feeling right now. He heard movement and soon saw Jyou's rediculus socks apear beside him on the cliff.
"Hey Yamato what's wrong?" He asked quietly.
Yamato just shook his head hoping Jyou would catch a clue and leave. No such luck. The other boy sat there with him and tried to get Yamato to open up.
"I'm not stupid Yamato I know somethings bugging you why not just tell me? It might help a little." The blue haired boy said.
"Just go away would you Jyou? I don't feel like talking to You okay?" He answered in as rude a tone as he could.
He could feel the difference in Jyou as he took offence at his words. He stood up and muttered under his breath about something and walked away. Yamato sighed in relief as a few tears managed to free themselves from his eyes as Jyou left. He didn't let himself cry though. He continued to sit there holding back his emotions as well as he could.
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Okay that was the first part. Just sums up the situation and emotions of Jyou and Yamato. Soon, soon things shall become worse. Much worse. Perfect for angsty situation. And my second attachment fic that solves the problems encountered here. But I'm getting ahead of my self here arn't I? Next part will be up soon. I think.