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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.)
Don't bother sueing me; for one thing you have no idea who I am even, so it would be bloody pointless.
I don't really have any idea how this one'll turn out. It may be a yaoi, most likely so don't read if ya get squeemish or anything like that. Though I haven't actually had any feedback on any of my stories, let alone a flame, and I do feel like I've failed somewhat. I'm in a weird happy mood, so there should be very little angst, and hopefully pure fluff.
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"Why don't you just fuck off!?!?!" I could hear his voice echoing from the trees across to us in the park, up about seven octaves from his usual husky drawl in pissed off exasperation. He emerged from the copse with her in hot pursuit.
"But Yama-chan...." She whined.
"DON'T call me that. Do you not get it? Leave me alone." The pure strength in his voice alone should have made her quake in fear but damn, was she persistant. She reached out and stroked his arm. Jerking away and clenching his fists automatically he looked ready to deck her. They stared at each other, her in adoration and Yamato in pure loathing.
"I'll see you at the concert tonight." She purred. "You better be ready for me." And with that she was off, her lawnmower chopped red hair bouncing like a hedgehog that's just been runover by a truck being used as a football. I like my mental images.
Yamato stared at her receeding back in a mixture of shock, fear and downright disgust. Shaking his head he slumped down on the grass next to me. "Daisuke, your sister is a complete vulture."
Dai looked up from his conversation with Takeru. "Yeah? And?" He blinked in bewilderment. "I'm sorry she's stalking you. I HAVE tried to put her off but..." He shrugged. "She doesn't get the message."
"It's not your fault." Yamato assured him. Daisuke smiled, pleased get a reation from the one he regarded as the most aloof of the group. It was sweet; he was so delighted to be accepted into the group. He, Ken and Takeru skittered off to play football, leaving us alone with the food.
"Nah, it's all your fault." I teased him. "If ya weren't such a sexy beast..." He threw a malteaser at me, neatly hitting me on the nose. "You are so dead Ishida."
Half a box of sweets later and he surrendered, using the excuse that he actually wanted to eat them without added grassy bits.
"So, you ready for being mobbed tonight?" I asked, only half joking. He laid back and stared at the clouds, blue eyes taking on a thoughtful glaze.
"I wish there was some way of getting them all of my back. It's not like we'd lose fans if I was taken, cause Kuso is just as popular-"
"Liar." I told him. "He's... good looking in his own way and he can play very well, but there's not the... Damn, how did Hikari describe it? The magnetism you have. Oh, I dunno." I flopped back along side him. "I sound like a magazine article."
"Which reminds me." Yamato added, turning to face me. "They need to interview the 'Star' of the soccer team. School web page feature. Kari's got a picture from the last game. It's just one of those fill out quiz things about what tooth paste you use and weird stuff like that. I have one too, so all the stalkers can know what I wear to bed without having to find out for themselves. Which I am infinitely grateful for."
"I have an idea." I told him, smiling mischievously. "How's about I fill in your's and you fill in mine?"
"Y'know, I thought you had an evil scheme for a second there. But as I can't be bothered to move, I'll go along with it."
I tugged his folder out of his bag and handed him a pencil. Then I got to work on his profile. There were some seriously warped questions there. They had been sent in by fans of his band, and I personally question the sanity anyone who wants to know what kind of underwear he wears on Thursdays. Which are boxers incidentally, cause he wears those pretty much all the time. And what does knowing his favourite colour of jelly bean actually achieve? But things like starsign: Virgo; and questions like 'what is your favourite item of jewelry': silver ring on left index finger; were really easy. I had to crack up on the 'What is your favourite make-up?' question. I think it was meaning: 'What is your favourite make-up on a girl' but I answered it as black nail varnish and kohl anyhow.
"Hey man, what's your 'Favourite hair colour'?" I asked him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, brown? I have no idea! Just so long as it's not red and belonging to Jun."
"Eyes?"
"Balls."
"Yamato!" I cracked up at the deadpan tone and double meaning. He smiled at me, pleased.
"Joking. Uh, chocolate probably. Do you want a sappy explanation for that like 'because they're so sweet.'" He took on an mincing tone and laughed. "Okay, same back to you."
"Hair. Natural. I.e, not Pink or Purple. Not reddish, ugh. Brown reminds me of Hikari, so blonde will do me. Eyes, I don't care so long as they're deep. Blue goes best with the blonde though, as you and Takeru demonstrate."
"Yeah, we're the epitomy of dumb blonde."
"I still don't get how Mimi isn't." Yamato hit me gently. "I also still don't see the point of this. 'How many times have you slept with someone?'!?!" I watched his reaction. The pink blush started in little points on his cheeks, spread across the cheekbones and his nose until the whole of his face was flushed with rose. "Oooh, Something I didn't know, huh?"
"Nope. Still holding on for that special person. Though you can write that I've had many, many conquests. I did for you."
"Boosting your street cred the Ishida way." I quipped, earning a slow grin from him.
"So, uh, have you... ever?"
"I uh, have..never." I mimicked him. "Jeez Yama, I'm seventeen. I'm not involved with anyone or anything like that. So no."
"Not with Sora?" I laughed. He blinked at me innocently. I love that look. "It's a good question."
"No. Not with Sora, though she does try, bless her. Ugh, no way! I'd rather screw Agumon!"
"Now there's a mental picture I never wanted. Tai! Argh, it's gonna take forever to erase that one!" Yamato grimaced and playfully punched me. "We haven't done this for ages."
"Haven't done what?" I asked.
"This." He waved his hand expansively. "Just lying here and talking on a lovely summer's day."
"Yeah, blue skies, birds singing, flowers swaying in the gentle breeze, a gorgeous guy next to me-" I teased.
"Man, you two have waaaaaaay too much pillow talk to be healthy." Takeru added.
"'Pillow Talk'?!?!" Yamato yelped. "Taichi, this is my little brother, who spends what, at least an hour a night on the phone to your little sister before going to bed? If I remember correctly it goes along the lines of:" He pitched his voice to match Takeru's. "'No you put the phone down first.'"
I joined in, taking on Hikari's articulation. "'No you'"
"'You'"
"'No, You.'"
"'Love you.'" He sighed to me.
I made a kissy noise. "'Love you too.'" We both collapsed into a fit of giggles that was hardly becoming for two seventeen year old boys.
"You two sound like you've done that before." Daisuke commented, flashing a grin at Ken.
The indigo haired boy looked slightly confused, but put it down to our general weirdness. "So you listen in on your sibling's phone conversations?"
"You can hardly miss it when you share a house." I qualified.
"I've been over at Mother's enough to hear Keru getting slushy."
"And over enough at Taichi's to hear Hikari." His little brother muttered bitterly. "It's far worse when you're saying goodnight to her and knowing your brother's sleeping like three metres away from her."
"With her brother." Ken added innocently. Or not so innocently, if you thought about it. Both Yamato and I glomped him and set about ruining his hair. Takeru and Daisuke jumped into the fray and we found ourselves having a mad five way brawl. Complete chaos. I ended up breathless, with Daisuke in a headlock, Takeru playfully pummelling Ken's arm to the left of me and Yamato's legs pinned firmly beneath my own. I couldn't stop laughing and Dai wriggled out of the hold to split up his friends.
"Yagami, lemme up, there's a good boy." Yamato said, blue eyes looking up at me. Irresistible little boy face that he knows gets me everytime.
"What's in it for me?" I asked, leering down at him. He cracked up, which was my intention.
"Gods Tai, you so can't leer. You look like a damn puppy. Lemme up and I'll buy you an icecream, kay?"
"Only if it's Rocky Road." I told him.
His face clouded over; closed in on itself. "Why do you say that?" he asked sharply.
"Uh, I like Rocky Road?"
He considered this for a moment, and then relaxed. "Guess I'll have vanilla then." He said, half smile playing across his lips. Strange boy. I let him up and we scampered over to the shop, the kids hot on our heels.
"Yummmmmmmmmm." Ken murmured, being very un-Ken like in his speed of demolishing the strawberry ice. Daisuke's disappeared almost as quickly, while Takeru was still nibbling on the cone. I was concentrating on carrying my own back to our spot when Yamato's pink tongue lapped a drip off my hand. I don't know who looked more surprised; him or me. Then he smiled and offered me a lick of his own. Not his hand, obviously; though that would have been interesting....
"Yama, I think I have a cunning plan!" I announced in true Blackadder style.
Elegant eyebrow raised in my direction. "Yes Baldrick? Is this about tonight?"
I couldn't stop grinning. "Yes. It'll get all those teenybopper stalkers off your back. But you'll have to trust me on this one. I'm not saying anything more until tonight."
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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.)
Don't bother sueing me; for one thing you have no idea who I am even, so it would be bloody pointless.
I don't really have any idea how this one'll turn out. It may be a yaoi, most likely so don't read if ya get squeemish or anything like that. Though I haven't actually had any feedback on any of my stories, let alone a flame, and I do feel like I've failed somewhat. I'm in a weird happy mood, so there should be very little angst, and hopefully pure fluff.
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"Why don't you just fuck off!?!?!" I could hear his voice echoing from the trees across to us in the park, up about seven octaves from his usual husky drawl in pissed off exasperation. He emerged from the copse with her in hot pursuit.
"But Yama-chan...." She whined.
"DON'T call me that. Do you not get it? Leave me alone." The pure strength in his voice alone should have made her quake in fear but damn, was she persistant. She reached out and stroked his arm. Jerking away and clenching his fists automatically he looked ready to deck her. They stared at each other, her in adoration and Yamato in pure loathing.
"I'll see you at the concert tonight." She purred. "You better be ready for me." And with that she was off, her lawnmower chopped red hair bouncing like a hedgehog that's just been runover by a truck being used as a football. I like my mental images.
Yamato stared at her receeding back in a mixture of shock, fear and downright disgust. Shaking his head he slumped down on the grass next to me. "Daisuke, your sister is a complete vulture."
Dai looked up from his conversation with Takeru. "Yeah? And?" He blinked in bewilderment. "I'm sorry she's stalking you. I HAVE tried to put her off but..." He shrugged. "She doesn't get the message."
"It's not your fault." Yamato assured him. Daisuke smiled, pleased get a reation from the one he regarded as the most aloof of the group. It was sweet; he was so delighted to be accepted into the group. He, Ken and Takeru skittered off to play football, leaving us alone with the food.
"Nah, it's all your fault." I teased him. "If ya weren't such a sexy beast..." He threw a malteaser at me, neatly hitting me on the nose. "You are so dead Ishida."
Half a box of sweets later and he surrendered, using the excuse that he actually wanted to eat them without added grassy bits.
"So, you ready for being mobbed tonight?" I asked, only half joking. He laid back and stared at the clouds, blue eyes taking on a thoughtful glaze.
"I wish there was some way of getting them all of my back. It's not like we'd lose fans if I was taken, cause Kuso is just as popular-"
"Liar." I told him. "He's... good looking in his own way and he can play very well, but there's not the... Damn, how did Hikari describe it? The magnetism you have. Oh, I dunno." I flopped back along side him. "I sound like a magazine article."
"Which reminds me." Yamato added, turning to face me. "They need to interview the 'Star' of the soccer team. School web page feature. Kari's got a picture from the last game. It's just one of those fill out quiz things about what tooth paste you use and weird stuff like that. I have one too, so all the stalkers can know what I wear to bed without having to find out for themselves. Which I am infinitely grateful for."
"I have an idea." I told him, smiling mischievously. "How's about I fill in your's and you fill in mine?"
"Y'know, I thought you had an evil scheme for a second there. But as I can't be bothered to move, I'll go along with it."
I tugged his folder out of his bag and handed him a pencil. Then I got to work on his profile. There were some seriously warped questions there. They had been sent in by fans of his band, and I personally question the sanity anyone who wants to know what kind of underwear he wears on Thursdays. Which are boxers incidentally, cause he wears those pretty much all the time. And what does knowing his favourite colour of jelly bean actually achieve? But things like starsign: Virgo; and questions like 'what is your favourite item of jewelry': silver ring on left index finger; were really easy. I had to crack up on the 'What is your favourite make-up?' question. I think it was meaning: 'What is your favourite make-up on a girl' but I answered it as black nail varnish and kohl anyhow.
"Hey man, what's your 'Favourite hair colour'?" I asked him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, brown? I have no idea! Just so long as it's not red and belonging to Jun."
"Eyes?"
"Balls."
"Yamato!" I cracked up at the deadpan tone and double meaning. He smiled at me, pleased.
"Joking. Uh, chocolate probably. Do you want a sappy explanation for that like 'because they're so sweet.'" He took on an mincing tone and laughed. "Okay, same back to you."
"Hair. Natural. I.e, not Pink or Purple. Not reddish, ugh. Brown reminds me of Hikari, so blonde will do me. Eyes, I don't care so long as they're deep. Blue goes best with the blonde though, as you and Takeru demonstrate."
"Yeah, we're the epitomy of dumb blonde."
"I still don't get how Mimi isn't." Yamato hit me gently. "I also still don't see the point of this. 'How many times have you slept with someone?'!?!" I watched his reaction. The pink blush started in little points on his cheeks, spread across the cheekbones and his nose until the whole of his face was flushed with rose. "Oooh, Something I didn't know, huh?"
"Nope. Still holding on for that special person. Though you can write that I've had many, many conquests. I did for you."
"Boosting your street cred the Ishida way." I quipped, earning a slow grin from him.
"So, uh, have you... ever?"
"I uh, have..never." I mimicked him. "Jeez Yama, I'm seventeen. I'm not involved with anyone or anything like that. So no."
"Not with Sora?" I laughed. He blinked at me innocently. I love that look. "It's a good question."
"No. Not with Sora, though she does try, bless her. Ugh, no way! I'd rather screw Agumon!"
"Now there's a mental picture I never wanted. Tai! Argh, it's gonna take forever to erase that one!" Yamato grimaced and playfully punched me. "We haven't done this for ages."
"Haven't done what?" I asked.
"This." He waved his hand expansively. "Just lying here and talking on a lovely summer's day."
"Yeah, blue skies, birds singing, flowers swaying in the gentle breeze, a gorgeous guy next to me-" I teased.
"Man, you two have waaaaaaay too much pillow talk to be healthy." Takeru added.
"'Pillow Talk'?!?!" Yamato yelped. "Taichi, this is my little brother, who spends what, at least an hour a night on the phone to your little sister before going to bed? If I remember correctly it goes along the lines of:" He pitched his voice to match Takeru's. "'No you put the phone down first.'"
I joined in, taking on Hikari's articulation. "'No you'"
"'You'"
"'No, You.'"
"'Love you.'" He sighed to me.
I made a kissy noise. "'Love you too.'" We both collapsed into a fit of giggles that was hardly becoming for two seventeen year old boys.
"You two sound like you've done that before." Daisuke commented, flashing a grin at Ken.
The indigo haired boy looked slightly confused, but put it down to our general weirdness. "So you listen in on your sibling's phone conversations?"
"You can hardly miss it when you share a house." I qualified.
"I've been over at Mother's enough to hear Keru getting slushy."
"And over enough at Taichi's to hear Hikari." His little brother muttered bitterly. "It's far worse when you're saying goodnight to her and knowing your brother's sleeping like three metres away from her."
"With her brother." Ken added innocently. Or not so innocently, if you thought about it. Both Yamato and I glomped him and set about ruining his hair. Takeru and Daisuke jumped into the fray and we found ourselves having a mad five way brawl. Complete chaos. I ended up breathless, with Daisuke in a headlock, Takeru playfully pummelling Ken's arm to the left of me and Yamato's legs pinned firmly beneath my own. I couldn't stop laughing and Dai wriggled out of the hold to split up his friends.
"Yagami, lemme up, there's a good boy." Yamato said, blue eyes looking up at me. Irresistible little boy face that he knows gets me everytime.
"What's in it for me?" I asked, leering down at him. He cracked up, which was my intention.
"Gods Tai, you so can't leer. You look like a damn puppy. Lemme up and I'll buy you an icecream, kay?"
"Only if it's Rocky Road." I told him.
His face clouded over; closed in on itself. "Why do you say that?" he asked sharply.
"Uh, I like Rocky Road?"
He considered this for a moment, and then relaxed. "Guess I'll have vanilla then." He said, half smile playing across his lips. Strange boy. I let him up and we scampered over to the shop, the kids hot on our heels.
"Yummmmmmmmmm." Ken murmured, being very un-Ken like in his speed of demolishing the strawberry ice. Daisuke's disappeared almost as quickly, while Takeru was still nibbling on the cone. I was concentrating on carrying my own back to our spot when Yamato's pink tongue lapped a drip off my hand. I don't know who looked more surprised; him or me. Then he smiled and offered me a lick of his own. Not his hand, obviously; though that would have been interesting....
"Yama, I think I have a cunning plan!" I announced in true Blackadder style.
Elegant eyebrow raised in my direction. "Yes Baldrick? Is this about tonight?"
I couldn't stop grinning. "Yes. It'll get all those teenybopper stalkers off your back. But you'll have to trust me on this one. I'm not saying anything more until tonight."
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