You and I.

Taito/Yamachi.

Contains yaoi, if you don't like, turn back now.

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Why did I have to be so stupid? Why did I have to fall in love? With him especially. My best friend. Always there for me. Huh, a lot of people will have a good laugh at this, the great Yamato Ishida crying after a lost love.

Taichi Yagami. A perfect name, for a perfect being. Such a beautiful body, muscular, yet lean, tanned, beautiful. Gods, I want to run my hands over his soft chest, feel his skin beneath mine. Kami, I sound like one of those deranged fan girls that follow me everywhere. I need you Tai; I want to be with you, I can't stop thinking about you. It's driving me crazy! I want to kiss those soft pink lips that have tormented me for so long.

Every time you touch me, my heart flutters. Just a simple thing as placing your hand on my shoulder makes me ecstatic. If only I had your courage, the courage to tell you how I really feel. The mask of friendship is a heavy burden, believe me. I can't pretend that we're just friends, I need more.

Each night I fall asleep, thinking about you, knowing that you're the one I'm destined to be with. If only you could see it. I love you Tai.

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Yama. Only I can call you that. No one else. God, that makes me seem possessive, but I am. Your mine. I can't help but feel jealous of all the attention you give those groupies. If only you'd give me that sort of attention. Watching you from afar is not enough, I need you. I want to feel that soft hair between my fingers, holding you close to me, listening to your heart beat.

The holder of Courage. What a joke. I can't even tell you my feelings for fear of rejection. Every night I find myself looking at those pictures that we had taken in a photo booth. Just us, no-one else. I want to know that you feel the same way I do.

I swear I'm obsessed. When I look in the clothing shop window, even if I don't buy anything, I end up picking something up, because I think that it might look good on you. Anything would look good on you. You could wear a bin bag for Kami's sake and still win a award for most stylish.

If Only you knew Yama, Aishiteru, I love you.

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A short fic I wrote when I was depressed and listening to 'You and I' by Will Young. Just so you know, I don't own Digimon, 'You and I' by Will Young, or 'Pure Snow' from the anime Hiniko-den (if you look really closely you might be able to find some of the lyrics).

R+R Onegai

Steph-Hime