Chapter 3, Crayola: You don't say...?
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A/N: I'm so surprised to have gotten to this chapter when I don't even have a plot yet, so soon. But that's a bad thing, I know. Well, this chapter will be longer hopefully. So I can make people happy, because I really don't like to upset anyone. ^-^ Sorry for how short the chapters have been.
I've had been trying to make this fanfic...un-happy. But it didn't seem to want to work with me. So, what you have here, are some of my lame-ing attempts at making it live up to my original idea. Which means, you get badly-written wry-ness and bitter subjects that just scream out to other people 'fix me!' But I seriously can't help it... ^_^U
Nine1-Eee! I missed your review right after I posted the second chapter! If I had gotten it sooner, I would have put off the other one awhile, and en-longated it. Again, I'm sorry. But yay! You gave me a cupcake! And with a candle to boot! You actually like this style? ^_~ Thanks for reviewing.
BlackShark-I'm happy to know that someone finds it interesting. ^____^ And not crappy. ;X I did have a good birthday, too. Thanks for taking the time to read! ^^ Plus review. Wee!
Samanda Hime-Sama-Phwee? ^_^ I never thought it possible. Great confidence boost-up. I'm glad I'm not tres confusing...And you really gave me something to think about! I'd really like to consider your offer for beta-ing. Thank you! And, although I'm certain Cort-A-Ney would love this review, I'm Dotz*N*Necco. ^_- I should have made that clear earlier. Sooorrrry. Hee.
Matsuda-Chan-Eh? *sweatdrops* Heh, that's okay if you didn't spell that right, anyway. I'll simply say 'Ohayou', no matter what time of day it is. _~ I despise typos, but I can't help it! It's those damn Typo Trolls...*glances warily* In fact, I, myself, don't understand the idea of Takeru working in a bar. But, hey, Kay-sera-sera, ne? Who knows if this will ever form a plot, but I guess I do know what the Crayola takes part in. Thanks a bunch. XD
Matt Ikazou-Honto ni. It's a cute fic? Honto ni honto? ^_^ Sweeeeet. (--I might say that I dis-use the term 'sweeeeeet'. Ignore me. ^^) Sho, I will give you more Take-Chan and Dai-Chan! *glances at beginning of chapter three* As soon as I'm done with...those two: Taichi and Koushirou. Really. And, I wasn't making fun of any twelve year-olds, I was making fun of my writing as a twelve-year-old. Promise! Am I really on your Fav. List? Phwee. X_X *dies in awe*
Yellow Origami-You like! I'd hoped I had at least a small grasp of grammer and the like, and I'm very glad you have assured me there. ^.^ (I like non-pathetic-ness, and fun! Go you and me! Eh-Heh-Ignore me, kudasai.) You love people like me? I love people like you! Squee~. And I'll try to keep writing like I am, and now the only way to go, truly is forward!
Warning: Although, by now, I'm sure you smart people understand it's yaoi, and Daikeru, I'm still saying it again. Also, this chapter, (possibly also in the future, if no one hates me for it) I have a side taishirou added in it. I know, it must seem weird to most, but I'm obsessive over it. I mean, for my next birthday, I am planning to legally change my name to Amy Alice-Taishiro Cardin. I'm a weirdo. Fear me if you must.
Disclaimer: I still, and never will own any liscenced (and otherwise) products, characters etc. mentioned during the duration of my little 'story'. ^_^ Otay? I think you get it.
- Or something like that.
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"One must cultivate one's own garden. In this case, it's simply understood--even without being stated-that the quote directly derives from-"
"Oh, please, for the love of me, cut it out. Now." Taichi Yagami pushed the other's book down on the counter.
"Taichi!"
"Now."
The redhead's dark eyed glazed over with a form of annoyance. "Whatever you say."
"Now you're going to play mute on me." He began, muttering. "When your moody, you are not hard to figure out, little predictable Koushirou. "
"And you stay much too complex!"
"Is that your only reason for dating me?" The brunette, Taichi, grinned at the boy, and began to tap his chin. "I suppose I should have figured that out earlier. I'm just one of your little studies...It makes sense."
"To some degree." Koushirou agreed, tapping his own pale cheek in syncopation with the other one, sitting next to him. "But you openly leave out the fact that I'm a sap for jocks."
"Are you know? I always thought you might like Miyako's type."
Koushirou poked out his tongue, crunching his nose in the process. Taichi returned the favor. "Don't jab at me, and you'll be safe to say that I won't jab at you."
"Oh, really."
"Really, really." Taichi sang.
"What a mock. I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. What do you think?"
"Koushirou Izumi? A tattoo? Nuh-uh. Unless it's just a simple ol' 'I belong to my computer on off days, and other.' written across your chest, I say, you're crazy."
"Call me crazy then."
"You're crazy." Taichi sighed returning his head to nudge on his left hand.
"Indeed: For you."
"How sweet." The brunette lulled his eyes, not bringing himself to switch hands. His jeans were slightly looser today than usual. (A/N: No, that's not supposed to have any sexual connotation connected to it. XD) It made him feel like there was a slight something oddly out of whack that he should have known about. But he couldn't place the confusion. Not to say that he wasn't confused a large portion of his time, but that was news for him.
Koushirou, sniffed, his nose returning to its rightful place in the book.
"Okay, yeah, where were you?" Taichi asked, giving in.
"You say I'm predictable?" Koushirou questioned, with a sideways glance. Then he thought, and he continued. "Well, it's sure that I am, but you are as well."
"Yeah, whatever." The brunette tossed his arms behind his head.
Walking over to where they were seated, the blonde bartender grabbed a glass and a dishtowel. "Are you guys up for another?" He was shrugging, and if it wasn't painfully obvious that he was bored out of his skull, then it was noticeable at least.
Koushirou waved his hands passively. "That's okay, I'm still finishing this last one. Thanks anyway, though."
On the other hand, Taichi seemed to be considering this offer, as he was letting what was left of his drink slip around the rim. "You know, I'll have another-"
"One's plenty enough for the night, Taichi."
The other boy frowned at the words, but nodded anyway. "I guess you're right. But aren't you always?"
Koushirou only 'hm'-ed.
"Taichi! Is that you?" Takeru, the bartender, squeaked, as if ashamed for his delayed realization. "Eh?" The male Yagami looked up. "It is! Taichi! I haven't seen you since...since...um, well, since you were dating Matt, I think!"
"Oi," The brunette nervously put his index fingers together. "Hey, Takeru."
Koushirou's eyes barely wavered from his book. "Yamato's brother?" Takeru was chuckling. "Yeah! Matt's my brother." He placed his towel down on the counter, removing it from its previous linear position waxed over his shoulder.
The redhead finally put the book down by himself, because likeliness told him that Taichi would do it for him before long, had he not, no matter what.
"So, you're the new bartender here? I suppose that's why my sister's not around right now..."
"Your sister?" He felt the initiative to ask.
"Kari."
"Kari! Kari's your sister?"
"That does seem to be the case. I don't really know what either of you want to work in this bar though." Only then, had the music, and noise of the crowd become apparent to any of them.
"Oh. You mean, like the strippers, and stuff."
Taichi waved. "Yes, and stuff."
Takeru shrugged again. "I dunno. It's cool in here sometimes, and the people aren't so bad."
"And everyone does need a to make a living, Taichi." Koushirou spoke up. The other chewed on the inside of his cheek. "I know that. It's just the thought of my little sister working a strip-place..."
"Behind the bar."
"Still...Anyway, Takeru, how are you doing...?"
"Me? Fine...You know I graduated, and am working here. That pretty much sums about everything up right now. And you?"
"Hmm." Taichi looked toward the ceiling. "At this moment my boyfriend is bothering me with analogies, and what not. Oh, yeah, this Koushirou Izumi,"
"Yes. Nice to meet you." Outstretching his hand, Koushirou smiled. "You too." Takeru's hand met the other's.
Koushirou, not wanting to seem like the analogy-proclaiming boyfriend, that Taichi claimed him to be, (And that, he was, mind you,) decided to continue, "Do you have a girlfriend, Takeru?"
"None to speak of currently." The blond saluted them. It was wise of him not to make the joke he had on his tongue that Kari would make a good one for him, seeing as he knew his own brother, and older brothers were iffy like that. (A/N: At least, my brother's cool like that. ^_^ )
Takeru collected both of their then-empty glasses, so he could get them cleaned. "I gotta go, okay? Want me to tell Kari you came by?" He started heading towards the door-frame to his left, but waited for a response.
"Hey, you're not kicking us out, are you?"
Takeru laughed. "Of course not! You can stay's long as you want! Kari'll be in tomorrow, and we'll both be working. You wouldn't mind if I told Matt you were here, would you?"
"Nah, go right ahead."
"Bye!" Takeru moved a dangling piece of hair behind his hair, and entered the area of the place, where the small kitchen, and restrooms were located.
"Yo, Lovely." Daisuke steadied himself, after bumping into the other. "Hi." Takeru greeted, still out of it with a little surprise from seeing his brother's ex. He allowed the glasses to clack their way into the porcelain sink.
"A friend of mine is out there. I wasn't expecting to see him here."
"Really?" The other boy sat himself up onto he counter, and blinked, listening. "Yeah, though he looks thinner than usual. But, anyway, he used to go out with my older brother for a while."
Daisuke grinned at him, and crossed his arms. "Your brother had a boyfriend." Of course, that was a statement. The younger one turned on the faucet head. "Well, m-hmm." Takeru seemed to have to think about it.
Suddenly a pair of arms tackled him, startling his thought while they latched tightly on. "Don't be so tense, silly!"
"Kari! Please don't scare me like that! What are you doing here?!"
"My brother called me on his cell-phone! I didn't know you were Yamto's brother! You guys don't have the same last name."
Daisuke smiled, reaching over to turn off the running water. "Hi, Kari."
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That's everything for now. I hadn't even realized it had been almost a week since I posted chapter two. It's been busy. I went to Sasuga Japanese Book Store for my birthday on Saturday, (Suffered from a lapse of embarrassment there, since these two girls thought I didn't know what I was looking at, as I browsed the B-Boy yaoi section, but now that it's over, I can't help but find it funny.) and I was sick today(Tuesday) and now I want to sleep. Please review! ^_^
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A/N: I'm so surprised to have gotten to this chapter when I don't even have a plot yet, so soon. But that's a bad thing, I know. Well, this chapter will be longer hopefully. So I can make people happy, because I really don't like to upset anyone. ^-^ Sorry for how short the chapters have been.
I've had been trying to make this fanfic...un-happy. But it didn't seem to want to work with me. So, what you have here, are some of my lame-ing attempts at making it live up to my original idea. Which means, you get badly-written wry-ness and bitter subjects that just scream out to other people 'fix me!' But I seriously can't help it... ^_^U
Nine1-Eee! I missed your review right after I posted the second chapter! If I had gotten it sooner, I would have put off the other one awhile, and en-longated it. Again, I'm sorry. But yay! You gave me a cupcake! And with a candle to boot! You actually like this style? ^_~ Thanks for reviewing.
BlackShark-I'm happy to know that someone finds it interesting. ^____^ And not crappy. ;X I did have a good birthday, too. Thanks for taking the time to read! ^^ Plus review. Wee!
Samanda Hime-Sama-Phwee? ^_^ I never thought it possible. Great confidence boost-up. I'm glad I'm not tres confusing...And you really gave me something to think about! I'd really like to consider your offer for beta-ing. Thank you! And, although I'm certain Cort-A-Ney would love this review, I'm Dotz*N*Necco. ^_- I should have made that clear earlier. Sooorrrry. Hee.
Matsuda-Chan-Eh? *sweatdrops* Heh, that's okay if you didn't spell that right, anyway. I'll simply say 'Ohayou', no matter what time of day it is. _~ I despise typos, but I can't help it! It's those damn Typo Trolls...*glances warily* In fact, I, myself, don't understand the idea of Takeru working in a bar. But, hey, Kay-sera-sera, ne? Who knows if this will ever form a plot, but I guess I do know what the Crayola takes part in. Thanks a bunch. XD
Matt Ikazou-Honto ni. It's a cute fic? Honto ni honto? ^_^ Sweeeeet. (--I might say that I dis-use the term 'sweeeeeet'. Ignore me. ^^) Sho, I will give you more Take-Chan and Dai-Chan! *glances at beginning of chapter three* As soon as I'm done with...those two: Taichi and Koushirou. Really. And, I wasn't making fun of any twelve year-olds, I was making fun of my writing as a twelve-year-old. Promise! Am I really on your Fav. List? Phwee. X_X *dies in awe*
Yellow Origami-You like! I'd hoped I had at least a small grasp of grammer and the like, and I'm very glad you have assured me there. ^.^ (I like non-pathetic-ness, and fun! Go you and me! Eh-Heh-Ignore me, kudasai.) You love people like me? I love people like you! Squee~. And I'll try to keep writing like I am, and now the only way to go, truly is forward!
Warning: Although, by now, I'm sure you smart people understand it's yaoi, and Daikeru, I'm still saying it again. Also, this chapter, (possibly also in the future, if no one hates me for it) I have a side taishirou added in it. I know, it must seem weird to most, but I'm obsessive over it. I mean, for my next birthday, I am planning to legally change my name to Amy Alice-Taishiro Cardin. I'm a weirdo. Fear me if you must.
Disclaimer: I still, and never will own any liscenced (and otherwise) products, characters etc. mentioned during the duration of my little 'story'. ^_^ Otay? I think you get it.
- Or something like that.
~*~
"One must cultivate one's own garden. In this case, it's simply understood--even without being stated-that the quote directly derives from-"
"Oh, please, for the love of me, cut it out. Now." Taichi Yagami pushed the other's book down on the counter.
"Taichi!"
"Now."
The redhead's dark eyed glazed over with a form of annoyance. "Whatever you say."
"Now you're going to play mute on me." He began, muttering. "When your moody, you are not hard to figure out, little predictable Koushirou. "
"And you stay much too complex!"
"Is that your only reason for dating me?" The brunette, Taichi, grinned at the boy, and began to tap his chin. "I suppose I should have figured that out earlier. I'm just one of your little studies...It makes sense."
"To some degree." Koushirou agreed, tapping his own pale cheek in syncopation with the other one, sitting next to him. "But you openly leave out the fact that I'm a sap for jocks."
"Are you know? I always thought you might like Miyako's type."
Koushirou poked out his tongue, crunching his nose in the process. Taichi returned the favor. "Don't jab at me, and you'll be safe to say that I won't jab at you."
"Oh, really."
"Really, really." Taichi sang.
"What a mock. I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. What do you think?"
"Koushirou Izumi? A tattoo? Nuh-uh. Unless it's just a simple ol' 'I belong to my computer on off days, and other.' written across your chest, I say, you're crazy."
"Call me crazy then."
"You're crazy." Taichi sighed returning his head to nudge on his left hand.
"Indeed: For you."
"How sweet." The brunette lulled his eyes, not bringing himself to switch hands. His jeans were slightly looser today than usual. (A/N: No, that's not supposed to have any sexual connotation connected to it. XD) It made him feel like there was a slight something oddly out of whack that he should have known about. But he couldn't place the confusion. Not to say that he wasn't confused a large portion of his time, but that was news for him.
Koushirou, sniffed, his nose returning to its rightful place in the book.
"Okay, yeah, where were you?" Taichi asked, giving in.
"You say I'm predictable?" Koushirou questioned, with a sideways glance. Then he thought, and he continued. "Well, it's sure that I am, but you are as well."
"Yeah, whatever." The brunette tossed his arms behind his head.
Walking over to where they were seated, the blonde bartender grabbed a glass and a dishtowel. "Are you guys up for another?" He was shrugging, and if it wasn't painfully obvious that he was bored out of his skull, then it was noticeable at least.
Koushirou waved his hands passively. "That's okay, I'm still finishing this last one. Thanks anyway, though."
On the other hand, Taichi seemed to be considering this offer, as he was letting what was left of his drink slip around the rim. "You know, I'll have another-"
"One's plenty enough for the night, Taichi."
The other boy frowned at the words, but nodded anyway. "I guess you're right. But aren't you always?"
Koushirou only 'hm'-ed.
"Taichi! Is that you?" Takeru, the bartender, squeaked, as if ashamed for his delayed realization. "Eh?" The male Yagami looked up. "It is! Taichi! I haven't seen you since...since...um, well, since you were dating Matt, I think!"
"Oi," The brunette nervously put his index fingers together. "Hey, Takeru."
Koushirou's eyes barely wavered from his book. "Yamato's brother?" Takeru was chuckling. "Yeah! Matt's my brother." He placed his towel down on the counter, removing it from its previous linear position waxed over his shoulder.
The redhead finally put the book down by himself, because likeliness told him that Taichi would do it for him before long, had he not, no matter what.
"So, you're the new bartender here? I suppose that's why my sister's not around right now..."
"Your sister?" He felt the initiative to ask.
"Kari."
"Kari! Kari's your sister?"
"That does seem to be the case. I don't really know what either of you want to work in this bar though." Only then, had the music, and noise of the crowd become apparent to any of them.
"Oh. You mean, like the strippers, and stuff."
Taichi waved. "Yes, and stuff."
Takeru shrugged again. "I dunno. It's cool in here sometimes, and the people aren't so bad."
"And everyone does need a to make a living, Taichi." Koushirou spoke up. The other chewed on the inside of his cheek. "I know that. It's just the thought of my little sister working a strip-place..."
"Behind the bar."
"Still...Anyway, Takeru, how are you doing...?"
"Me? Fine...You know I graduated, and am working here. That pretty much sums about everything up right now. And you?"
"Hmm." Taichi looked toward the ceiling. "At this moment my boyfriend is bothering me with analogies, and what not. Oh, yeah, this Koushirou Izumi,"
"Yes. Nice to meet you." Outstretching his hand, Koushirou smiled. "You too." Takeru's hand met the other's.
Koushirou, not wanting to seem like the analogy-proclaiming boyfriend, that Taichi claimed him to be, (And that, he was, mind you,) decided to continue, "Do you have a girlfriend, Takeru?"
"None to speak of currently." The blond saluted them. It was wise of him not to make the joke he had on his tongue that Kari would make a good one for him, seeing as he knew his own brother, and older brothers were iffy like that. (A/N: At least, my brother's cool like that. ^_^ )
Takeru collected both of their then-empty glasses, so he could get them cleaned. "I gotta go, okay? Want me to tell Kari you came by?" He started heading towards the door-frame to his left, but waited for a response.
"Hey, you're not kicking us out, are you?"
Takeru laughed. "Of course not! You can stay's long as you want! Kari'll be in tomorrow, and we'll both be working. You wouldn't mind if I told Matt you were here, would you?"
"Nah, go right ahead."
"Bye!" Takeru moved a dangling piece of hair behind his hair, and entered the area of the place, where the small kitchen, and restrooms were located.
"Yo, Lovely." Daisuke steadied himself, after bumping into the other. "Hi." Takeru greeted, still out of it with a little surprise from seeing his brother's ex. He allowed the glasses to clack their way into the porcelain sink.
"A friend of mine is out there. I wasn't expecting to see him here."
"Really?" The other boy sat himself up onto he counter, and blinked, listening. "Yeah, though he looks thinner than usual. But, anyway, he used to go out with my older brother for a while."
Daisuke grinned at him, and crossed his arms. "Your brother had a boyfriend." Of course, that was a statement. The younger one turned on the faucet head. "Well, m-hmm." Takeru seemed to have to think about it.
Suddenly a pair of arms tackled him, startling his thought while they latched tightly on. "Don't be so tense, silly!"
"Kari! Please don't scare me like that! What are you doing here?!"
"My brother called me on his cell-phone! I didn't know you were Yamto's brother! You guys don't have the same last name."
Daisuke smiled, reaching over to turn off the running water. "Hi, Kari."
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That's everything for now. I hadn't even realized it had been almost a week since I posted chapter two. It's been busy. I went to Sasuga Japanese Book Store for my birthday on Saturday, (Suffered from a lapse of embarrassment there, since these two girls thought I didn't know what I was looking at, as I browsed the B-Boy yaoi section, but now that it's over, I can't help but find it funny.) and I was sick today(Tuesday) and now I want to sleep. Please review! ^_^