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Lovesick – Chapter three
By ThatGirl
The next day, Taichi awoke with a major headache. He was still wearing the clothes from last night and as he sat up, a wave of nausea hit him like an old, soaked towel. He scrambled out of the substitute-bed, alias the couch, and ran into the bathroom, two hands over his mouth.
In the bathroom, he pushed Koushiro, who already occupying the Hangover Sanctuary, to the side and finally threw up in the toilet.
"Uurgh…" he groaned, and then gagged again.
"'Morning", Koushiro said. "I need a glass of water…"
"Bring me one too, please"
A few pills and pukes later, the two friends at long last had a very light breakfast.
"I probably should call Jyou and see how he is", Koushiro said when he had finished his glass of yoghurt.
"Okay", Taichi said.
He sat there for a while, and then decided that he needed a shower. In the bathroom again, he pulled off his sweater, but when he came to taking the jeans of, he noticed a small, neatly folded piece of paper in the pocket. He opened out the little note, and saw ten digits written on it. A cell phone number.
+++Yamato.+++
The name just popped up in his head once more, and he smiled, a mushy, warm feeling spreading in his stomach, cheeks, arms, legs, and… other parts. He blushed.
I made out with a boy last night… he thought. A
boy… And I liked it… Does that make me… bi? he continued. Oh God, I'm bi. He took a serious look
at himself in the mirror. And I like it!
"Yeah, haha! Whaaaai!" he shouted happily and then bounced into the shower,
freshening himself up. He faintly heard Koushiro yell a question about why he
was shouting from outside the bathroom, and that only made him bounce even
more.
When he came out of the shower, he went directly to the phone and called up Yamato.
"Hello?" The tone was a little groggy and sleepy, but it was still the beautiful voice of the Yamato he had met yesterday.
"Hey, it's Taichi, you know from the club?"
"Yeah, I remember", Yamato said warmly, smiling on the other side of the line.
"And I said I was going to call you, and… that's what I'm doing right now. So… You want to meet someplace? Tonight maybe?" Taichi asked nervously.
"Sure! I mean, uh, I'd really like that."
"Cool"
"Cool"
"So…" Taichi chewed on his lip. "Where do you want to go?"
*****
When they had talked and hung up, Taichi felt unusually bubbly inside.
"You're looking happy", Koushiro stated from the computer where he was sitting.
"I am!" But then he remembered something very significant. "Aw, SHIT!"
"What?"
"I'm still broke!"
"What do you mean?"
"What have I done!? I don't even have a fifty yen coin!"
"Taichi, calm down and tell me what's happened!"
Taichi took a few deep breaths.
"I met a really, really, really wonderful guy at the club
last night –"
"I thought you weren't bi", Koushiro said, trying to sound casual.
"Shut up, I've changed my mind then."
"That's nice."
"Yeah, yeah, super, but I've kind of asked him out and –"
"Yamato?"
"Yes, Yamato. And… Hey, how did you know his name?"
"He's Jyou's best friend, and therefore my friend as well. You should consider yourself lucky. He hasn't said yes to anyone for a long time", Koushiro explained, and Taichi found himself feeling pretty proud and surprised that a guy like Yamato would choose him over anyone else.
"I do consider myself that", he said dreamily, but then made himself snap out of the daze.
"Well, you can always dig up enough in your pockets for a cup of coffee or two, right?" Koushiro wondered.
"Yeah, maybe, I guess, but then what? I need this guy, Koushiro, seriously! Before he'll want to be my boyfriend, I'll at least have to afford dinner a couple of nights, and maybe a few drinks. He won't wanna date a flat broke guy without a job!"
"Trust me, you'll pull it through! He's quite a catch."
"That's what I'm saying! How am I going to fix some fast cash 'til tonight??"
*****
An embarrassed Taichi sat in a plastic chair in a white room of the clinic, sending an uncomfortable look at the picture of a drawn, smiling sperm on the wall, saying "Donate!"
"We'd like to see you filling the whole cup, Mr. Yagami." the doctor said and handed him a little mug.
*****
"Panic!! I'm going in six hours, and I'm still poorer than Ghandi! We'll have to eat a romantic dinner at the Salvation Army!" Taichi shouted. "Or I'll have to say the truth: 'Is it okay with you if we go out looking for some old coca-cola bottles before we go to the café, so that I can at least pay for a half-shabby frappe?'"
"Maybe he'd at least appreciate the honesty?" Koushiro joked, eyes still glued to the computer screen.
"Only if I honestly could tell him I'm a millionaire." Taichi said dryly. He *needed* this to be perfect. He did NOT want to loose Yamato. Even though they had only met once, he was sure he would go crazy if he blew this and lost him.
"Maybe I can say like this, 'I booked a table for nine o'clock, so we'll make it past the Pharmacy before! I've heard that they give you a thousand bucks if you try some new medicines there'?"
"Should be able to work…" Koushiro said distractedly, starting to type something.
"You think I can borrow some money from you?"
"Maybe a little… Go check my wallet."
Taichi did so, and found a few notes, but not many.
"I'll have to go rob a bank-f*cker if I'm going to afford *living* at all!" he screamed, extremely frustrated.
"Take it easy! I know the last weeks have been hell for you, but you mustn't let yourself get so frustrated!"
"I'll do it, I swear! All I need is a shotgun and a pair of nylon tights!"
The corners of Koushiro's mouth began to pull, and he
started laughing. Taichi gradually (and finally) calmed down, realising the
absurdity of the situation. Once Koushiro was done laughing, Taichi asked:
"But really… How am I going to pull this through?"
"Knowing Yamato, I'm positive it'll work out." Koushiro assured, patting his friend's shoulder.
"Thanks. I hope so…"
*****
So, he rather ate at my place than at some fancy restaurant, and he rather went here to the movies instead of going to the bar. And he's really smart and charming and just wonderful and brilliant too… Taichi mused in the cinema, glancing dreamily to his side, where Yamato sat, eyes completely set on the film. The blonde suddenly leaned on him shyly, finding his hand and entwining their fingers.
I think I'm in love.
The movie ended faster than Taichi would have thought. He had not really been watching anyway.
*****
Yamato closed the door of the one-roomed apartment behind him and locked it. Taichi took a look at the place where the blonde was living.
There was couch in the left corner, and a nightstand with an alarm clock to the right of it. An old TV was placed on a little table, in front of the couch, and a CD player was standing in the left of the room. On the wall, two shelves hung, jam packed with Yamato's rather impressive CD collection. There was one glass in the sink, but apart from that, the small kitchen area was neat, one cleaned plate, a fork and a knife standing in the dish rack.
"Nice place", Taichi said, and Yamato smiled a little at him.
"Thanks" Then he diverted his gaze from Taichi and bit his lip slightly. "Er, do you want something?" He nodded in the direction of the refrigerator.
"Sure, thanks." Taichi answered, taking a seat on the couch.
"Like what?"
"Doesn't really matter. You can choose, if you want to"
Yamato made an "Okay, if you insist"-face and grinned somewhat evilly, though Taichi did not notice as he had realized something strange about the flat.
"Where do you sleep?"
There was not any bed there.
"Right where you sit, actually"
"On the couch?" Taichi asked, looking confused.
"Here, let me show you." Yamato left the frying pan on the stove and made his way over to the other young man. "Get up."
Taichi did as he was told, and Yamato tossed away the cushions covering the couch, and then he opened a sort of lid under them. He pulled out a mattress and quickly arranged the pillows and the quilt.
"Oh, okay", Taichi said, sitting down on the bed. "Comfy." he decided.
After a little while, Yamato handed him a glass of water and a plate filled with food. Taichi took a bite, and felt *fire* blazing in his throat!
"What IS this!?" he managed to gasp out.
"Something I've ever only cooked for Takeru until this day", Yamato smirked, looking very amused. "Leftovers a la Ishida. You like?"
Taichi wiped away a few tears from the corners of his eyes and swept the last of the water, nodding faintly.
"Just don't ever give this to me again without warning me, okay?"
Yamato shrugged and smiled.
"By the way, who's Takeru?" Taichi asked.
"My brother. He's a few years younger than me, though he's got a steady relationship with a nice girl that he's living with." Yamato said, somewhat proudly, even though he tried to hide it.
A flicker of recognition flashed through Taichi's mind – his own younger sister had a boyfriend called Takeru, and who in addition also was blonde, blue-eyed and…
The thought did not get further, as it was more or less cut
off by the feeling of a certain someone's hand on Taichi's own one, and then a
head leaning on his upper arm. He nearly squeaked out of surprise, and flushed,
looking at Yamato.
The blonde had sat down beside him on the bed, and was now *very* close. Not
that Taichi really minded it, but it was getting him kind of "nervous".
Yamato was the first one to break the silence.
"So… This is where I live." he said. "What do you want to do?"
Oh, you know what I want to do.
"I don't know really. What about you?"
Yamato shrugged, and Taichi cast a second glance at the CD collection on the wall.
"You're into music?" he asked.
Yamato nodded. "Some friends and I even have a band"
"Cool. Something I might have heard of?"
"It's called 'The Teenage Wolves', and no, we haven't really planned to change it when we turn twenty", Yamato said.
Taichi gaped.
"You're THAT Yamato Ishida!?" he asked in a fairly loud manner. He *had* found
the blonde a bit familiar to some extent, but it was only just at this point
that he actually realized who he was.
The Teenage Wolves were without a doubt known –not overly famous-, though
still, some friends of Taichi had their album and so. Taichi had simply not
seen a picture of them. Well, that was not very necessary now, anyway, as he
was sitting face to face with the combined bassist and lead singer.
Oi.
Yamato bit his lip and fidgeted a little with the sleeve of his shirt. He then looked at Taichi with resolution in his eyes. "Yeah, I am… I hope that doesn't make any difference or anything, just becau-"
"No, no, not at all!" Taichi interrupted. "I mean, I was just a little surprised for a moment there, you know, I've heard your stuff and it's kind of good and I've got friends who really like you even though they've never you, and now I have, and even though I didn't recognize you at all, I really, really liked you from the start and I, uh…"
"You're babbling." Yamato stated, an amused look on his face. He arched a delicate eyebrow, his expression growing more serious. Not grim, but honest. "I really like you too", he said.
Taichi tried to smile softly, but only managed to get a giant, happy grin plastered across his face instead. Yamato blushed and looked down in his lap. Then he got off the bed and went over to the CD's.
"Want to listen to something?" he asked.
"Sure"
Yamato eyed the albums, and finally picked out one, putting it in the CD player. As the melodious tones reached Taichi's ears, he immediately recognised the song.
"Hey", he said, "I know this. I like it." It was not one of the Teenage Wolves' songs though.
Yamato smiled a little and sat back down beside Taichi, closing his eyes.
"Me too. It's relaxing."
Taichi was not sure what really happened next, but all of a sudden, he had caught Yamato's lips in a sweet kiss that literally sent tingles down his spine and made the blood rush to his head, making him almost dizzy. After what could have been hours or seconds, they broke apart, and Yamato opened his eyes again. Despite the kiss having been very tender and warm, and generally soppy-romantically-idealistic, he was panting as if he had just completed the Tokyo marathon. His eyes grew with realization of what just had occurred, but the expression was not one that said he had not enjoyed it.
"Taichi-" he began, but got cut off by Taichi's tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. As if under a spell, their hands roamed over each other's bodies, and every place their skin touched felt strangely hot and, in lack of a better and more describing way of putting it, just wonderful. And this time, they did not break apart…
A/N: Ai… A bit of fluff, I couldn't resist..! This isn't of this though :) Anyway, if you'd like to read more, please review and tell me what you thought!
