Not so much fluff in this fic. It's more of a friendship fic, and I have no
idea why I did it. @.@
Sorry once again for the bad writing, and I thank all of the ppl who reviewed! Thank you so much.
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I remember one time we argued, it was in the digiworld, and it was about one of those trivial things that no one would really argue about. I always think about the times we argued and fought, smiling. I always wonder why we did it so often though. Maybe it was to get each other's attention, or to vent our anger and frustration and confusion about everything on each other. The way I remember it, he was just always being an asshole.
Taichi always managed to get on my nerves, purposely. Then, I don't think I loved him. But I felt a great deal for him. Somehow, he just meant a lot to me. He was one who treated me as a person, not just an outcast. But I also felt like I was being pitied, sometimes. I didn't need him to care for me. I used to get so angry, too. Him, pity me? Ishida Yamato? Ha.
So, in order to keep my dignity, I figured I'd just show him that I wasn't gonna take any orders form him. I fought him every chance I could. It's surprising he didn't end up hating me. I really have no idea what would become of me, now, if he did.
So, that day, I ended up shouting things I didn't really mean, and so did he. I never imagined he had such a wide vocabulary. He had a lot of sharp comebacks I never thought the scatterbrained ball of hair would ever think up. He said something that really hurt me, and I felt as thought I got slapped across the face. I think it had something to do with my hair. A/N : -_-``
Anyway, I think he also realized that he touched a subject that he shouldn't have, because his eyes got really wide and he stopped immediately. I think he tried to apologize, but I didn't hear it anyway. I got really upset, and stalked off. My eyes were burning with angry tears. My hair really was something I really cared about, and I didn't appreciate him making fun of it. My was way cooler than his, any day.
After a while I heard him chasing after me.
"Yama! Wait up! Yamato!" I quickened my pace and refused to look back.
"hey, Yama—"
I heard a gasp and a thud. Taichi had fallen. I stopped, but hesitated.
Then I heard him call my name, again. "Yamato… turn around please…"
He sounded so weak and pathetic; I couldn't just leave him there. Especially the way he said my name, I loved it when Taichi called my name. I turned around to see Tai sitting on the ground, holding his ankle and looking at me with those large, puppy eyes of his. My anger evaporated straightaway and I strode towards him.
"Tai, you idiot. Did you break anything?" I said, helping him up.
"Gomen, Yama-kun, I didn't mean what I said." He managed to say softly, while trying to stand.
"Can you walk?" I asked, still holding on to him.
"Yama kun, I'm really sorry." He said, trying his foot and almost falling down again. "I'm sorry." He said again, in a voice so full of sincerity I had never heard before.
"It's… It's ok Tai-kun." My voice suddenly gentle. "Can you walk?" I repeated.
He shook his head, and I put his arm around my neck.
"Thank you, Yama-cha...kun." he said, leaning into me. I held him tightly, and just smiled.
I never thought the slip when he almost called me Yama-chan meant anything, until much later. But for then, it didn't really mean anything. Our friendship was restored, and that was all that mattered.
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Was that total crap? ::winces::
so sorry!!
Review please… love ya! ~_^
Sorry once again for the bad writing, and I thank all of the ppl who reviewed! Thank you so much.
**
I remember one time we argued, it was in the digiworld, and it was about one of those trivial things that no one would really argue about. I always think about the times we argued and fought, smiling. I always wonder why we did it so often though. Maybe it was to get each other's attention, or to vent our anger and frustration and confusion about everything on each other. The way I remember it, he was just always being an asshole.
Taichi always managed to get on my nerves, purposely. Then, I don't think I loved him. But I felt a great deal for him. Somehow, he just meant a lot to me. He was one who treated me as a person, not just an outcast. But I also felt like I was being pitied, sometimes. I didn't need him to care for me. I used to get so angry, too. Him, pity me? Ishida Yamato? Ha.
So, in order to keep my dignity, I figured I'd just show him that I wasn't gonna take any orders form him. I fought him every chance I could. It's surprising he didn't end up hating me. I really have no idea what would become of me, now, if he did.
So, that day, I ended up shouting things I didn't really mean, and so did he. I never imagined he had such a wide vocabulary. He had a lot of sharp comebacks I never thought the scatterbrained ball of hair would ever think up. He said something that really hurt me, and I felt as thought I got slapped across the face. I think it had something to do with my hair. A/N : -_-``
Anyway, I think he also realized that he touched a subject that he shouldn't have, because his eyes got really wide and he stopped immediately. I think he tried to apologize, but I didn't hear it anyway. I got really upset, and stalked off. My eyes were burning with angry tears. My hair really was something I really cared about, and I didn't appreciate him making fun of it. My was way cooler than his, any day.
After a while I heard him chasing after me.
"Yama! Wait up! Yamato!" I quickened my pace and refused to look back.
"hey, Yama—"
I heard a gasp and a thud. Taichi had fallen. I stopped, but hesitated.
Then I heard him call my name, again. "Yamato… turn around please…"
He sounded so weak and pathetic; I couldn't just leave him there. Especially the way he said my name, I loved it when Taichi called my name. I turned around to see Tai sitting on the ground, holding his ankle and looking at me with those large, puppy eyes of his. My anger evaporated straightaway and I strode towards him.
"Tai, you idiot. Did you break anything?" I said, helping him up.
"Gomen, Yama-kun, I didn't mean what I said." He managed to say softly, while trying to stand.
"Can you walk?" I asked, still holding on to him.
"Yama kun, I'm really sorry." He said, trying his foot and almost falling down again. "I'm sorry." He said again, in a voice so full of sincerity I had never heard before.
"It's… It's ok Tai-kun." My voice suddenly gentle. "Can you walk?" I repeated.
He shook his head, and I put his arm around my neck.
"Thank you, Yama-cha...kun." he said, leaning into me. I held him tightly, and just smiled.
I never thought the slip when he almost called me Yama-chan meant anything, until much later. But for then, it didn't really mean anything. Our friendship was restored, and that was all that mattered.
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Was that total crap? ::winces::
so sorry!!
Review please… love ya! ~_^