First let me sorry for my stupidity then let me bash myself with a large
wood bat to show how truly stupid I am. The previous chapter 2 was the
beginning of chapter three..i guess I need to relabeled my files. Forgive
me and refrain from throwing large objects at me. *bow bow*
Well that's a bit odd..I was looking at the name of this story and apparently its called Cruel Hands of fate.. I don't remember naming it that. Guess it's not a good idea to make a story at 3:oo in the morning shrug. LOVE ME AYAME!!!
And for those that care about serendipity's wings..hahaha ..well..didja read cupid's folly? Really? You realize it won't be as good as hers ne? She's such a fanfiction god. Weep
After a very aggravating day of work with the ever so charming Yamato, god of dishware, Taichi went for a walk down town on his way home; to calm his nerves. When a flash of pink neon light caught his eye. It was a club called last ditch. Taichi full heartedly agreed to the name. It really did look like the last place he'd want to be. It was dilapidated and all assortment of punks and freaks were laundering at the entrance.
"What the hell, mine as well be around be around people who's lives are worse them mine." Taichi said under his breath with an odd smile.
Taichi walked into the club with the air of a practiced professional beatnik. Not that he was, it was just a simple talent for blending in. He sat in the back corner hopefully away from the majority of light. It was better people saw as little of him as possible; he wasn't in a talkative mood. The less contact the better.
Through a crack in the crowd of decorated bodies, Taichi noticed a small stage laying in solitude like an island in a sea of people. But it wasn't the stage itself that caught his attention but the musician presented on it. He was looked like he was getting prepared to perform. He was intently tuning an old beat up guitar that looked like it would break if he squeezed it too hard. Indeed the man was holding it very delicately between his slender fingers like it was an irreplaceable piece of history.
Finally the musician flipped his shaggy blonde hair from his face and sat on the tall stole set up on the plat form while he adjusted the microphone to a comfortable height. Then he began his song without even so much as an introduction.
He fingers padded the strings smoothly as he played out a melody that was slow and haunting. After a minute introduction he lifted his lips to the microphone and softly began to sing in a deep soulful voice. It was the 'I wouldn't mind him reading me a bed time story.' kind of voice. It was more then just the dark chocolate pitch it was settled at but the emotional force burning behind it. It pulled you away in a way that made you feel you're the only person in the room.
For just a second the musician's eyes meet with Taichi's, endless pools of swirling blue like the a wild tempt.
Taichi's heart stopped and re3fused to restart for a moment
That was Yamato..
"Holy shit you gotta be kidding me!" He whispered fiercely to himself. It was unmistakable; the musician was Yamato. Taichi felt like kicking himself for noticing it earlier, now that the truth was so obvious.
But at the same time could see why it had slipped him.
The Yamato before was a complete one eighty from the original. He seemed actually comfortable in his own skin, relaxed even. He was swathed in a thick black sweater that hung his wrist; his hair was liberated from the gel and lounged loosely in his face. His way of moving even seem to change, it was more, well, human. Not the perfect mechanical preciseness he was used to, it was move graceful yet clumsy and left room for error.
"Yamato Ishida, the living oxymoron." Taichi was greatly irritated but his co. worker ability to shape shift into a silky siren of the underworld. He was very intent on hating the little bastard but that he'd seen this side of him there was no way of that.
"He's good to damnit!" Taichi moaned as he covered his eyes in mock drama.
And he was.
It was the kind of music that thrummed in your chest like it was taking commanded of the blood pulse. Every time Taichi blinked, it made him see flashes of color and indefinable shapes, moving in ways he couldn't understand.
Why'd that bastard suddenly become likable..
Taichi thoughts were intruded by the sound of appuase. He was finished? Yes, Yamato stood now and bowed slightly with a smiled twisted on mouth.
"He's smiling!? Oh shit! And he's got a really great smile." Taichi whined and slumped in his seat, banging his head on the table. Yamato just looked so happy and free up on the stage, it just couldn't be the same guy.
The Yamato he knew would crake he's face if he even thought about smiling.
Yamato was now descending the stage a grateful look on his face as he started to pack his equipment. Now was Taichi's chance to get a good look at this polymorph of a musician.
"No no, I should just sit here and pretend I never saw him." Taichi swore even as he was getting up from his seat. Hesitating only a moment before launching an all or nothing marched towards the target. Though his fear slowly mounted in those few steps he walked and only seconds away from Yamato he lost his nerve and made to run.
"That song was really good." It took a moment for Taichi To realize that it was his own voice speaking. He froze rigid in his place, half expecting Yamato to slap him for daring to speak to him.
Note to mouth: tell brain what your doing before you do it!
To Taichi surprise, Yamto chuckled.
Not laughed sarcastically
Not tittered smugly
But chuckled, his back turned towards Taichi, like a jolly little Santa Claus wanna be! It was the most disturbing thing that had ever occurred in Taichi entire life.
Except for that one time when he dog ate a penny but that was a completely different type of weird. This was twilight zone.
"Yeah, you think?" His voice held the same velvety smooth tone as it did in his song and even held a joyful gratitude. He was turning around to face Taichi as he continued speaking. "Sadly you're the only that seems to agree with - fuck!"
Yamato suddenly transformed into the mechanized bastard that Taichi knew oh so well. As soon as the blonde saw Taichi, standing timidly behind him, the air temperature dropped to sub zero. Wide eyes of blazing icebergs (again Yamato, the living oxymoron) bore into Taichi, in the same way one looks at a bug on the floor.
Yep it's Yamato all right "What the hell are you doing here." Yamato snapped in that same flat edge- of-a-knife way, his magic voice now a memory.
Already forgotten in Taichi's mind.
He folded his arm defensively and sneered at the blonde in front of him. Preparing for battle once again.
"That's a rude thing to say to someone that just complimented you, don't you think? Or am I not good enough to hear the masterful Yamato's music?" Taichi shot back raising his voice. Yamato look flustered a moment as if surprised.
"You weren't meant to see me." Yamato said shortly in curt now-fuck-off sort of way and snapped back to his guitar case. Taichi snorted resentfully at the comment.
"'Weren't meant to be seen'? If you didn't what want to be seen you should have kept your ass off the stage. That is the whole point of a stage isn't it?"
Yamato ignored the other completely as he snapped the clasps on his case.
"Yamato, I-" Taichi began to start another line-up of insults. He hated being ignored. When the blonde suddenly whipped around and hissed a silencing "shush" with a wild expression that struck a pang of fear in Taichi chest. Yamato looked around abruptly and cursed when he saw the small crowed that was, curiously, beginning to form around the two.
His eyes centered on Taichi like a predators to a preys and Yamato quickly breached the gap between them, sweeping the shorter boy into his arms. He snaked his arms around Taichi's waste and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.
Taichi gasped sharply, caught completely of guard by the sudden contact of Yamato's body. What the hell did he think he was doing?! The captive made a hesitant attempt to push away but Yamato's hold tightened, telling him he wasn't getting away just yet.
"Dance with, and don't fucking say my name anymore!" He hissed in Taichi's ear making it look like a lovers whisper to the on lookers. Taichi stiffened and a wicked smiled crept across his face.
"Why shouldn't I say your name, Yamato?" Taichi asked loudly in a way that said it was planned and deliberate response. Yamato bite his ear, hard. Taichi squeaked in pain to Yamato's delight.
"Just do it!"
"Why the hell should I?" Taichi whispered venomously, deciding to play along at the threat of another ear attack. Although he thought it would have been more of a spectacle to see two boys dancing in a club, but then he started looking at the other couples dancing. There was all kinds there straight, gay, lesbian, and he was pretty sure he spotted what could have been, well, he didn't actually know what it was except it was human. He hoped any way.
"Why are you of all people in a bar like this?" Taichi whispered.
"To avoid some idiot that could recognize me like you!" Yamato retorted in a breathily voice that sent unwelcome shivers down Taichi back. Without realizing it they were swaying gently to the music that had replaced Yamato's; it was sleepy song and it made Taichi's already tired mind float. But he couldn't be drifting now he still had questions for the little bastard in disguise.
"is there a reason why I'm not allowed to speak thane name?" Taichi mocked in a royal tone.
"No one here needs to know my name. I don't want it getting around that I - you know." Yamato finish his drawl evasively as if saying the word music was punishable by death.
"You make it sound like playing good music is a sin." Taichi said blatantly.
"To some people it is." He retorted.
"Yeah like who?" Taichi ask derisively. Yamato sigh exasperatedly and loosed his grip enough to look other in the face. His countenance was the same cold stone as always but his eyes held a note a pleading.
"Just be quiet. After this song you will. Don't telling one your name, don't tell anyone my name and don't come back." Yamato spoke with a strict authority that told Taichi not to mess with this particular order.
"One more question." Taichi said becoming drowsy again. "Why am I dancing with you?" he wasn't entirely sure way this question was so important, but it didn't matter now.
"So I could talk to your stupid ass without drawing any attention, Jesus! Can't you figure out anything on your own!"
"Hey you're the one cuddling up to me! What was I suppose to think!" Yamato pinched him, hard. Then lifted Taichi's arms around his neck and replace his arms around the brunette's waist.
"Dance!"
When the song was over Taichi suddenly decide that it was okay to hate Yamato after all.
Well that's a bit odd..I was looking at the name of this story and apparently its called Cruel Hands of fate.. I don't remember naming it that. Guess it's not a good idea to make a story at 3:oo in the morning shrug. LOVE ME AYAME!!!
And for those that care about serendipity's wings..hahaha ..well..didja read cupid's folly? Really? You realize it won't be as good as hers ne? She's such a fanfiction god. Weep
After a very aggravating day of work with the ever so charming Yamato, god of dishware, Taichi went for a walk down town on his way home; to calm his nerves. When a flash of pink neon light caught his eye. It was a club called last ditch. Taichi full heartedly agreed to the name. It really did look like the last place he'd want to be. It was dilapidated and all assortment of punks and freaks were laundering at the entrance.
"What the hell, mine as well be around be around people who's lives are worse them mine." Taichi said under his breath with an odd smile.
Taichi walked into the club with the air of a practiced professional beatnik. Not that he was, it was just a simple talent for blending in. He sat in the back corner hopefully away from the majority of light. It was better people saw as little of him as possible; he wasn't in a talkative mood. The less contact the better.
Through a crack in the crowd of decorated bodies, Taichi noticed a small stage laying in solitude like an island in a sea of people. But it wasn't the stage itself that caught his attention but the musician presented on it. He was looked like he was getting prepared to perform. He was intently tuning an old beat up guitar that looked like it would break if he squeezed it too hard. Indeed the man was holding it very delicately between his slender fingers like it was an irreplaceable piece of history.
Finally the musician flipped his shaggy blonde hair from his face and sat on the tall stole set up on the plat form while he adjusted the microphone to a comfortable height. Then he began his song without even so much as an introduction.
He fingers padded the strings smoothly as he played out a melody that was slow and haunting. After a minute introduction he lifted his lips to the microphone and softly began to sing in a deep soulful voice. It was the 'I wouldn't mind him reading me a bed time story.' kind of voice. It was more then just the dark chocolate pitch it was settled at but the emotional force burning behind it. It pulled you away in a way that made you feel you're the only person in the room.
For just a second the musician's eyes meet with Taichi's, endless pools of swirling blue like the a wild tempt.
Taichi's heart stopped and re3fused to restart for a moment
That was Yamato..
"Holy shit you gotta be kidding me!" He whispered fiercely to himself. It was unmistakable; the musician was Yamato. Taichi felt like kicking himself for noticing it earlier, now that the truth was so obvious.
But at the same time could see why it had slipped him.
The Yamato before was a complete one eighty from the original. He seemed actually comfortable in his own skin, relaxed even. He was swathed in a thick black sweater that hung his wrist; his hair was liberated from the gel and lounged loosely in his face. His way of moving even seem to change, it was more, well, human. Not the perfect mechanical preciseness he was used to, it was move graceful yet clumsy and left room for error.
"Yamato Ishida, the living oxymoron." Taichi was greatly irritated but his co. worker ability to shape shift into a silky siren of the underworld. He was very intent on hating the little bastard but that he'd seen this side of him there was no way of that.
"He's good to damnit!" Taichi moaned as he covered his eyes in mock drama.
And he was.
It was the kind of music that thrummed in your chest like it was taking commanded of the blood pulse. Every time Taichi blinked, it made him see flashes of color and indefinable shapes, moving in ways he couldn't understand.
Why'd that bastard suddenly become likable..
Taichi thoughts were intruded by the sound of appuase. He was finished? Yes, Yamato stood now and bowed slightly with a smiled twisted on mouth.
"He's smiling!? Oh shit! And he's got a really great smile." Taichi whined and slumped in his seat, banging his head on the table. Yamato just looked so happy and free up on the stage, it just couldn't be the same guy.
The Yamato he knew would crake he's face if he even thought about smiling.
Yamato was now descending the stage a grateful look on his face as he started to pack his equipment. Now was Taichi's chance to get a good look at this polymorph of a musician.
"No no, I should just sit here and pretend I never saw him." Taichi swore even as he was getting up from his seat. Hesitating only a moment before launching an all or nothing marched towards the target. Though his fear slowly mounted in those few steps he walked and only seconds away from Yamato he lost his nerve and made to run.
"That song was really good." It took a moment for Taichi To realize that it was his own voice speaking. He froze rigid in his place, half expecting Yamato to slap him for daring to speak to him.
Note to mouth: tell brain what your doing before you do it!
To Taichi surprise, Yamto chuckled.
Not laughed sarcastically
Not tittered smugly
But chuckled, his back turned towards Taichi, like a jolly little Santa Claus wanna be! It was the most disturbing thing that had ever occurred in Taichi entire life.
Except for that one time when he dog ate a penny but that was a completely different type of weird. This was twilight zone.
"Yeah, you think?" His voice held the same velvety smooth tone as it did in his song and even held a joyful gratitude. He was turning around to face Taichi as he continued speaking. "Sadly you're the only that seems to agree with - fuck!"
Yamato suddenly transformed into the mechanized bastard that Taichi knew oh so well. As soon as the blonde saw Taichi, standing timidly behind him, the air temperature dropped to sub zero. Wide eyes of blazing icebergs (again Yamato, the living oxymoron) bore into Taichi, in the same way one looks at a bug on the floor.
Yep it's Yamato all right "What the hell are you doing here." Yamato snapped in that same flat edge- of-a-knife way, his magic voice now a memory.
Already forgotten in Taichi's mind.
He folded his arm defensively and sneered at the blonde in front of him. Preparing for battle once again.
"That's a rude thing to say to someone that just complimented you, don't you think? Or am I not good enough to hear the masterful Yamato's music?" Taichi shot back raising his voice. Yamato look flustered a moment as if surprised.
"You weren't meant to see me." Yamato said shortly in curt now-fuck-off sort of way and snapped back to his guitar case. Taichi snorted resentfully at the comment.
"'Weren't meant to be seen'? If you didn't what want to be seen you should have kept your ass off the stage. That is the whole point of a stage isn't it?"
Yamato ignored the other completely as he snapped the clasps on his case.
"Yamato, I-" Taichi began to start another line-up of insults. He hated being ignored. When the blonde suddenly whipped around and hissed a silencing "shush" with a wild expression that struck a pang of fear in Taichi chest. Yamato looked around abruptly and cursed when he saw the small crowed that was, curiously, beginning to form around the two.
His eyes centered on Taichi like a predators to a preys and Yamato quickly breached the gap between them, sweeping the shorter boy into his arms. He snaked his arms around Taichi's waste and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.
Taichi gasped sharply, caught completely of guard by the sudden contact of Yamato's body. What the hell did he think he was doing?! The captive made a hesitant attempt to push away but Yamato's hold tightened, telling him he wasn't getting away just yet.
"Dance with, and don't fucking say my name anymore!" He hissed in Taichi's ear making it look like a lovers whisper to the on lookers. Taichi stiffened and a wicked smiled crept across his face.
"Why shouldn't I say your name, Yamato?" Taichi asked loudly in a way that said it was planned and deliberate response. Yamato bite his ear, hard. Taichi squeaked in pain to Yamato's delight.
"Just do it!"
"Why the hell should I?" Taichi whispered venomously, deciding to play along at the threat of another ear attack. Although he thought it would have been more of a spectacle to see two boys dancing in a club, but then he started looking at the other couples dancing. There was all kinds there straight, gay, lesbian, and he was pretty sure he spotted what could have been, well, he didn't actually know what it was except it was human. He hoped any way.
"Why are you of all people in a bar like this?" Taichi whispered.
"To avoid some idiot that could recognize me like you!" Yamato retorted in a breathily voice that sent unwelcome shivers down Taichi back. Without realizing it they were swaying gently to the music that had replaced Yamato's; it was sleepy song and it made Taichi's already tired mind float. But he couldn't be drifting now he still had questions for the little bastard in disguise.
"is there a reason why I'm not allowed to speak thane name?" Taichi mocked in a royal tone.
"No one here needs to know my name. I don't want it getting around that I - you know." Yamato finish his drawl evasively as if saying the word music was punishable by death.
"You make it sound like playing good music is a sin." Taichi said blatantly.
"To some people it is." He retorted.
"Yeah like who?" Taichi ask derisively. Yamato sigh exasperatedly and loosed his grip enough to look other in the face. His countenance was the same cold stone as always but his eyes held a note a pleading.
"Just be quiet. After this song you will. Don't telling one your name, don't tell anyone my name and don't come back." Yamato spoke with a strict authority that told Taichi not to mess with this particular order.
"One more question." Taichi said becoming drowsy again. "Why am I dancing with you?" he wasn't entirely sure way this question was so important, but it didn't matter now.
"So I could talk to your stupid ass without drawing any attention, Jesus! Can't you figure out anything on your own!"
"Hey you're the one cuddling up to me! What was I suppose to think!" Yamato pinched him, hard. Then lifted Taichi's arms around his neck and replace his arms around the brunette's waist.
"Dance!"
When the song was over Taichi suddenly decide that it was okay to hate Yamato after all.