Chapter 1: Coffee Fiend
By: ChaoticSpecter
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
A/N: The song used is 'Precious Things' by Tori Amos. This fic contains Shonen Ai. If uncomfortable with relationships between males please hit the back button on your browser. Everyone else, enjoy.
I'd been living in Tokyo for two years before I decided that I liked the city enough to get a more stable place to stay--Living in a motel room isn't the ideal place to stay when you decide that you want to make a home. Which is why I was currently carting boxes up the stairs into the apartment that I settled on.
I sighed. Six cities in five years. How is it that it's taken you five years to find a stable place to stay Taichi? Asking myself questions will get me nowhere. Besides I have too much work to do.
I slumped onto the couch and surveyed the apartment heaving a sigh at all of the unpacking I would have to do. "Looks like I won't be getting any sleep this weekend," I mumbled under my breath.
I was halfway through unpacking my kitchen when someone knocked on the door. This was weird because I had yet to meet anyone in the building. And even if I did I sure as hell wouldn't invite them over.
When I opened the door I came face to face with a tall thin young man with blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. "Hello, my name is Takaishi Takeru," he said cheerfully.
"Uh…Yagami Taichi…"I replied a bit uncertainly. I was unused to such cheerfulness. Quite frankly it weirded me out. How the hell some people were able to walk around all day all cheerful with or without the aid of caffeine baffled me. They were like pod people. I was certain that they were trying to absorb me into their little cult of happiness every time one of them walked up to me. I really don't like happy people--As if you couldn't tell.
What I wanted to know was why this particular pod person had migrated toward my door to disturb me. The sooner I figured out why he was here, the sooner he could leave. "What exactly is it that you want?" I asked.
"Oh…I live next door to you," he said pointing out the apartment to the left of my door. "My brother mentioned that someone moved in today and I wanted to introduce myself. You know, so you can know at least one of your neighbors."
"Ok…"
"So, how are you?"
I don't believe this guy. Why is he trying to start a useless conversation when I am obviously trying to unpack? But happy people don't just go away if you don't talk to them--they'll just talk anyway.
"I'm a bit tired from all the unpacking," I say hoping he takes the hint and leaves.
"Well, I guess I'll let you get back to your unpacking. It was nice meeting you."
"Yeah…You too," I say trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
"If you need anything feel free to stop by my place." He said as he walked out of my apartment.
Yeah, I'm sure I'll do that, you perky little pod child.
I ran into freak boy a few more times during the past couple of months, but I never had more than a couple five-minute conversations with him. I don't know why he was so persistent when it came to talking to me. It really wasn't that serious and I never really paid attention to what he said anyway. I think that was obvious--then again maybe it wasn't. The people at work seem to think that I listen to them also because they never stop running their mouths when they see me. I swear this must be some kind of a curse; Being constantly pursued by people that I hate. And I can't limit the hating to happy people--That would not adequately describe the depths of my hate. I don't discriminate; I hate all people in general.
There was a reason behind that long-winded speech. And that reason is that I actually took Takeru up on his offer. The offer to go over to his place if I needed anything that is. And the something that I ended up needing from him was sugar.
I woke up at five thirty in the morning in serious need of a cup of coffee, so I hauled my lazy ass out of bed and went to the kitchen to fire up the coffeepot and watch it percolate. During that time I was fairly dancing with glee--God how I love coffee. When the pot was full I poured myself a big mug and set about finding my sugar, which was mysteriously missing in action. That was so unacceptable.
I could not find any sugar in my fucking apartment, so I decided to go over to this Takeru person's apartment around six o'clock out of sheer desperation. I don't know how, but I managed to buy all of the coffee in the world-- Well in this section of Tokyo at least--And no sugar.
How dumb am I?
I cannot stand the taste of coffee without sugar. I might as well have shot myself right then because there was no way I could make it through the day without coffee.
I know I'm addicted. It's kind of hard not to notice this type of thing when all you seem to drink throughout the day is coffee. I swear I can down at least fifty cups a day mixed in with various other liquids. If left unhindered…Actually I'm afraid of that thought.
But getting back to the point. I went over to Takeru's apartment because it was the only logical place to get sugar at the time--Well, in my sleep deprived coffee-addicted mind. I could have just gone down the street to the corner store it was open at the time. But that's beside the point.
So I went over to Takeru's and requested sugar from him as soon as he opened the door all bleary-eyed. And as soon as he realized who I was he shuffled me into his apartment and struck up a conversation. I am still amazed at how he did that. I mean it takes talent to have a conversation as long as he did while all I did was grunt and give one word replies once in a while.
He had been talking for about half an hour before I noticed the time; He had begun to encroach on the time I used to get ready for work--I usually had ten cups of coffee by that time. It was at that point that I realized that he had yet to produce the sugar I had previously requested and ceased to be amused by his conversational skills.
No one fucks with my intake of coffee.
"So…Are ya gonna give me some sugar or what?" I snapped breaking his constant stream of chatter. He blinked at me as if confused for a while and I just raised an eyebrow at him. He then suddenly turned and produced a monstrous bag of sugar and poured a generous amount into a huge empty cookie jar. He went to hand it to me, but stopped.
I previously had little hearts in my eyes because he was producing the sugar I so desperately needed. Needless to say, these hearts disappeared as soon as he refused to give it to me.
"Taichi…?"
"What?" I snapped. How dare he withhold sugar from me?
"I was wondering…" He stopped again.
I don't have time for this. "Why don't you just ask your question instead of drawing it out?"
"Um…Are you seeing anybody?"
I just stared at him. He couldn't possibly be asking me out…could he?
Takeru apparently picked up on my line of thought because he began to hurriedly explain the reason for his question. "Uh…I'm not asking you to go out with me if that's what you think." He managed to turn an interesting shade of red while saying this. I stared fascinated. "I was just asking because I was looking for someone for my brother to take out--He doesn't get out that often. And I was wondering if you could do that for me as a favor in exchange for the sugar."
I blinked at him. "You have a brother?" I asked dumbly.
Takeru glared. "I've only been talking about him since you came."
"Look Takeru, I'm sorry if I haven't been paying that much attention. I'm not that coherent without coffee in my system."
"So are you going out with my brother or what?"
"Can I have the sugar if I don't?"
"No."
"Damn it." I muttered under my breath. Blackmailed over the very substance I adore. "How does this brother of yours look? He isn't ugly is he?"
Takeru glared. "If you believe me to be."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Do you think I'm ugly, Taichi?"
What the fuck does this have to do with anything? "Well, no."
"Then my brother isn't ugly."
"That was all you had to say little girl."
"Do you want your sugar or not!" He snapped.
"Fine. Your brother can take me out."
I sighed. All I wanted was some damn sugar.
"Good. He'll be by to pick you up around eight."
"Why are you setting times? You don't even know if I have something planned for tonight. Why can't your brother just talk to me so we can plan this shit out? I'll leave my number."
"You live next door, Taichi. There is no reason to call. Besides, you're usually home around that time. You're not getting out of this."
"Fine. Whatever. Just give me the damn sugar." He gave me the sugar and I left his apartment pissed beyond words.
I went to Takeru's place for sugar and left with a date with his damn brother. The conniving little bastard.
Someone knocked at my door at eight and I was reluctant to answer--I so should have gone to the corner store. But no, I had to go to the closest source.
I opened the door and gasped.
Standing outside of my door in a pair of ripped blue jeans, worn work boots, and a black long sleeved shirt was the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. His perfectly styled blond hair fell to his shoulders framing his handsome face and his eyes were the bluest I had ever seen.
Why does he look so familiar?
"Who the hell are you?" I asked sure that he must be at the wrong apartment. I mean how often do Greek Gods just knock on your door looking for you?
"Yamato" Was his succinct reply.
I just stared blankly. "Who…?"
He sighed. "I guess Takeru never took the time to tell you my name while he was setting us up. How very thorough that boy is," Was his dry response.
He's Takeru's brother? How is it that this Adonis can't get a date? What are people blind, deaf, and stupid? They'd have to be to deny him.
"No he didn't. Look, I wasn't really expecting you to show up, so I didn't bother getting dressed." I said gesturing to my baggy sweatpants and equally large T-shirt--I looked like a child.
"I can see that," he said raising an eyebrow. "But I made the trip over here, so the least you can do is get ready so we can go."
I blinked. "Whatever," I said as I opened the door wide enough to allow him entrance. "You can wait in here." I said gesturing to the couch.
He took a seat and I headed toward my room. I have no idea what I'm going to wear. I finally settled on a pair of black cargoes and a black T-shirt with the words 'Eat Me' in red print.
Don't ask why I own that shirt. I just do.
I walked back out into the living room and Yamato stood eyeing my outfit. "Nice shirt."
I shrugged. "Let's get this thing over with." I said as I head toward the door.
To be continued….
A/N: The one that never speaks doesn't get heard. So speak, let me know what you think.