The Digi Diaries
Group: Digimon Fan fiction
Title: The Digi Diaries
Rating: R
Category: Humour/Romance
Pairing: Taito/Yamachi
Inspired by: Cameron Tuttle and her brilliant sense of humour.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, the works of Cameron Tuttle and various other bad girls, Windowlean, Pledge, FCUK, Ikea, Pringles, Mac Donald's Breakfast's, Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik or Hello Kitty.
Authors Notes: The stories are told in first person accounts and the chapter order will go:
Mimi,
Sora,
Matt,
Kari,
Tai.
I'll give brief Bio's for each character just so it's a little less confusing and so I don't get bombarded with questions.
Mimi (The bored house sitter):
Over from America; baby-sitting Tai, Matt and Sora's apartment.
Sora (The high strung fashion designer):
Organising a fashion shoot in Tokyo.
Matt (The placid Rock Star):
On a well-deserved break from touring with his band. Accompanying Tai in London.
Kari (The cynical siren):
At a beach house with two blissed out surfer boys – TK and Davis.
Tai (The Fcuking international footballer):
Gearing up to play a huge soccer match in London. Matt is with him.
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Extended Authors Notes: Guys, I'm so sorry. I took an absolute age putting this chapter up but College has really been working me hard, so will you let me off? Just this once?
Okay this chapter is from Matt's POV. Just as a warning this is Slash/Boy x Boy/Taito/Yamachi If you don't like it - don't read it! It's nothing detailed or anything that should be up for a high rating, but I'm sure giving plenty of warning so I don't get flamed! I have a fairly pale complexion and I don't look good in red. So, please no flames.
Also, Matt will talk about Tai quite a bit since they are in each other's presence most of the time and are very much in that fluffy area of love. And Vice Versa for Tai's POV in the next but one Chapter.
Oh, and as for the englishism's such as 'Wanker' 'Bastards' 'Twat' 'Bugger' etc … I'm English (uh you may have noticed) So I do use the English way of swearing because I think it's hilarious. So don't take all the 'Fuck Off's seriously. It's usually said for fun in the English language. Plus it fits in with the story; it will be explained in later chapters why Sora, Tai and Matt all use the British way of swearing.
Also, I'll drift from saying 'Football' to 'Soccer'. Now this is nothing to worry about. They both mean the same thing.
Kei: Glad you like it! I have fun writing it. And here's some more for ya.
Miaow227: Thanking you! I'm the same; I don't normally read Diary type things unless they're unique and hilariously funny. Hint hint. Lol. Here's your update.
Ixi Vulpix: Sora and Matt? I is confusted … again. Tai and Matt are the only ones dating in this ficcy. Sora and Matt are just good friends, Sora's being excited about Matt's phone message was just purely about the content of all his phone messages. Sorry if I confused you about that, I'll try and make things clearer from now on. Plus your fics ROCK! Here's your continuation.
Queen of the sugarplum fairies: Aw wow! I think that's the best review I've ever had! I… I think I'm actually blushing? Or is that sunburn? (And I hope you didn't hurt yourself when you fell off your chair … people can be so insensitive.) As for Sora being Bi, no she's not. It probably is the fact she's spent so much time around Matt and Tai, but other than that I was basing her character on the stereotypical fashion designers, (who are infact meant to be quite camp) but Sora's character is based on Stella Mc Cartney - who has this kick ass personality. The catalogue under the toilet lid thing? Erm … yeah something my friend is guilty of, he keeps an Ann Summer's catalogue (sorta like Victoria's Secret, only way pervier) in the tank part of the toilet, and I don't think I have to explain what he uses it for. I hope you like what I've done to Matt, only a slight roasting this time round. And thank you for the smile that's now plastered on my face.
*Chapter Three –Matt– Fry ups and Families*
Eggs, bacon, hash brown, black pudding … God knows what's in it but it's in there anyway.
K, did I missing anything?
Do I look like a chef?
Well … yeah, actually, in this apron I kinda do.
Oh, he'll only puke it up anyway, why do I bother?
Leaving the kitchen, entering dinning area, dodging miscellaneous pair of boxers, leaving dinning area, entering bedroom, tripping over trousers … Oh Fuck … Catch plate of food.
Ha.
Take that Spider man.
Kic … kick … Erugh. Stupid feet. And kicking trousers away!
Aww, look at him all cute and dribbling. Mouth open, legs sprawled apart, arm hanging down side of bed, other hand … uh … tucked in boxers.
Pretty as a picture.
I set down the tray of grease and sit on the side of his bed, or our bed. Ya know, whatever. His limp body come rolling towards me as my weight lowers one half of the double. I hear him mutter something about me being a 'fat tosser'; which I must say is one of the nicest things he's said to me all week.
I lean further onto the bed, causing Tai to fall towards me some more - his nose coming into contact with my hand. I hear the slapping of his thighs as his knees collide with one another. Well at least his legs are closed now.
Once again he mutters something incoherent and wipes the corner of his mouth – where a nice wee collection of slobber had accumulated during the night – on my hand. Nice.
Tai pulls a face. Hum probably should have washed my hands after dealing with all that full fat, fried and dripping with cholesterol food. What? I thought he'd be hungry, I mean he only drank last night; his stomach probably misses solid substances … ha, yeah right. I know I'm an evil fucker. Oh well, should teach him that he can't drink a rock star under the table.
"Morning sleepy head."
I whisper into his ear, kissing his temple – which was no doubt pounding. I look down at him and give him this sickeningly sweet smile as he groggily opens his eyes that are encrusted with yellow, little bogies. Cute.
"Fuck off."
That's my man. The arm that was draped over the side of the bed comes up and covers his eyes from the luminescent bedroom lights. I could have been even meaner this morning if I had wanted; I could have opened the curtains on his ass and let the glorious dawn shine in.
I hear him swallow hard; mouth obviously feeling as though something distinctively animal has crawled up and died in there. Aw, bless.
"What time is it?"
He asks, mid yawn.
"Oh, 9 … ish."
I grin evilly, full aware that he has a day off today. Tai's jaw went stiff, and although I can't see his eyes – and they're probably closed – but I can tell he's glaring at me. I think this glare is a Kamiya family trait, I've seen his mother use it, Kari use it … now Kari uses it like a pro, Tai just … well Tai tries to glare and it, it works on most people, but it just makes him look sexy to me.
"I say again 'fuck off."
He turns on his side, drawing his knees up causing his stomach to curve around my back. His body is completely tense. Mmm, why the last time his body was this tense I … wow, man, is it hot in here?
"Take it away."
I can hear the discomfort from his guts in his voice.
"You like my cooking."
I continue to smile; hanging around Taichi too long you tend to pick up a cruel sense of humour. I watch as his left hand travels down from covering his eyes to envelop his mouth.
"Matt … please … "
No, not budging. Not yet, I'll wait for the other hand to … and there it goes.
"Please."
"Sure."
I get up and push the traditional full English under the bed. Sitting back down he glares at me. Sexeh or what?
"You want me to hold your nose?"
Tai continues to glare at me. I smile once again. Another thing you inherit after hanging around him so long is that you become really annoying. I watch as his bottom lip quivers before he wraps his arm around his head. Jeez, defensive or what?
Aww, ok, I guess I'm done tormenting him.
Well … for now at least.
"So other than sick, crap and violently hating me right now, how do you feel?"
…
Tai …
…
…
…
Oh, come now, Taichi. Ignoring me won't get you anywhere. I pry his fingers apart to get a look at those bloodshot chocolate brown orbs. Oh, well normally I would but he's clenched them shut.
"Tai … "
He omits a groan before promptly telling me to 'fuck off' once more.
"Drunk."
"Whore."
"Cunt."
"Bitch."
"Oh Tai, you're making me horny, stop."
Ha, I got him! I do believe that was a smile.
"Fuck off."
Nope, just gas. Well, I tried. Only one thing left to do now.
"Tai, come on get up."
And that was to be kind, considerate and loving. Ooo this is gonna be fun.
"Please Tai, get up. For me?"
Or I could just resort to black mail. I begin to stroke his thigh, slowly working my way up his inner leg. Tai groans and feebly and I mean feebly attempts to remove my prying fingers.
"Maaaaatt."
Kay, now that hurt my ears. Had Mimi been teaching him how to whine and bitch while I had been leaving her a paper trail in the kitchen?
"Leg go."
I think he actually said 'let go' but it could have been either. Jeez, sometimes I swear I'm living with a 5 year old not a 23 year old. We have no need to adopt; especially not when he acts all … adopt? I did just think that didn't I? Oh, I did. Does this mean I'm subconsciously wishing to start a family? A family with Tai? Our own little blonde haired brown eyed family?
Officially freaking myself out now!
"Hey, Matt? Why'd you stop?"
"Hu? … Oh."
Cheeky beggar. Perverted beggar. My cheeky perverted beggar.
I'd apparently just stopped short of finally 'arousing' Tai from under the covers. But I had been looking rather distracted so Tai had taken it upon himself to get up and hang off my shoulders for support. And he was digging his chin into my collarbone. Bastard. He knows I hate that.
"Mm you ok?"
At times you can forget that Taichi can actually be quite kind and considerate himself, he's usually so proud and careless uh carefree …
I turned my head slightly so I can look at him. If it wasn't for the morning after breath and bloodshot eyes I'd, as a rule, be tempted to pin him back to the mattress right now.
It's moments like this when I wouldn't swap him for anything in the world.
"Matt, hello, earth to blondie."
But, then again, at times you also forget he can be a complete and utter twat. Abruptly I fully turn around and hug him tightly.
Tai of course reacts by gripping his head and pushes me away. Oh, well, nice while it lasted.
"Sorry Tai, I was thinking about some stuff."
He takes his hands away from his eye sockets and raises an eyebrow, carefully, and not too high either; head still way to sore.
"What kinda stuff?"
"Does it matter?"
His mouth makes that annoying 'O' shape.
"Not work kinda stuff?"
He's actually forbidden me to think about anything other than him while we're away. No band and certainly no 'stuff'. Which is fine … I guess, since this is a rare vacation for me.
"Matt! You promised!"
There goes that whine again. I'm so gonna kill Mimi when we get home.
"I was only thinking of some lyrics."
I lied. So sue me. Lyrics, family, family, lyrics … no link, but you can see where I'm going with this. Right? Tai's now on his knees at me side, shimming ever so closer.
"What kind of lyrics?"
Is he batting his eyelashes at me? I glance at him. Why does he think I only write songs that remind me of him? I give him the 'what do you want?' look and he hits me on the arm.
"And that was for?"
He smiles and shrugs, leaning into my side.
"Bite me."
"When and where?"
Tai wiggles his eyebrows at me but then falls into my lap, reeling from the self inflicted pain.
"No really, what kind of lyrics?"
Once he's recovered a muffled question arose from my lap. Damn, he's breathing right on my …
"Oh, nothing special."
I reply, stoking the mess on untameable hair. He turns over in my lap and he locks eyes with me, pleading.
"Me no feel so good."
I smile somewhat sympathetically.
"Bathrooms that a way man."
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Kari's up next - any ideas for her?
(She's still a kinder garden teacher but she's also a surfer chick. So are Davis and TK, who will be with her at the beach house)