Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello everyone again. First note: I've fixed the last chapter with a little out-of-the-story guide to anything that's possibly confusing or some reference. Check it now if you want, it should be updated unless your cache still has the same page.
New reviewers include: hpdigigal, Hopeful Writer, reader, ?????????? (or something), Matrix Guardian, ignis, and Nanaki-Roren.
Thank you for ALL of your reviews, everyone. You've been lovely. I love you all (in the most unromantic way, unless you want it otherwise).
Some questions answered:
hpdigigal: Is Ms. Kamiya somehow related to Taichi and Hikari???
Well...yes. But I'm not supposed to say that. God. Another plot point made predictable. =x
Melinda: How many chapters are there in the whole story?
You could probably make a better guess than I do. I'm more of making more up as I go along, although I do have a general storyline to follow. But it's really hard to estimate the chapters. So that'll be unresolved for now. I'll tell you how many when I'm finished the last chapter. ;D
TheAngelofLove: Are you going to introduce anymore of the digimon?
That seems like a good idea...but no. Sorry, but it's just going to be Gabumon. I want to, but it might the logic and reasoning between plot points so rigid that it hurts.
And are you going to show any relationship between Matt and Gabumon at all?
You bet. No, it's not romantic. The thought of Yamato and Gabumon crossbreeding cringes me.
This chapter is Yamato-based, as well as first person-ish, but only not. I'm kind of screwed over, so I'll switch between first person to third person to first/third person. That means it won't be as funny. Why? Yamato and a whole chapter of humour just...doesn't fit. I'm sorry if you were expecting lots of funnies this chapter, but this chapter's going to stay this way. Unless I go berserk again and make everything funny this chapter, which it actually not all that improbable
So, those who are all in it for the (attempted) humour, please try to enjoy this chapter as well.
Also an apology for the lateness of this chapter, a chapter will be attempted to be released on Saturday/Sunday, as usual. I blame Writer's Block, like everyone else.
Disclaimer: Any Digimon characters (as well as a bit of Gravitation characters which I will use as a plug in turn for the inability to think up new names) are not mine.
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Episode 4: Guitar Rush
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April 14, 2002
Today is Sunday. Without school, we are restricted to, more or less, staying within the 'house'.
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"See, I told you he was blood type A!"
Yamato glanced over. The central living room. Without any actual activity, they are all confined in the very same room, talking. Despite the apparent similarity of genders, two groups were still broken up to have their own conversations.
Yamato glanced over. The girls were talking. They've decided to quiz each other upon singers and stars, and see if their answers are correct in their-
Yamato stared and counted in his head. Approximately sixty magazines, stacked neatly in piles of dozens. Each with lots of profiles of singer and stars, either on the side of pages or as a main feature included in an interview.
The girls squealed. Male singers and stars. Of course.
"Umm! Kimura Takuya's birthday!" Miyako said, a bit too loud.
"Pass." Sora shook her head, knowing that it's impossible to guess a birthday, since she's unsure of it.
Mimi tsked disapprovingly. "Geez, it's Kimura Takuya! How could you not know?"
Yamato looked back and forth between the 'girls' and the 'guys'. Although the discussion between the guys, to Yamato, wasn't in pure clarity, the girls are like those strange black and white shape photos where you can't really tell which is where and what.
Yamato reached his arm across the table, grabbed the cup of coffee, and sipped it.
"Let's see." Mimi streaked her finger down the book. "Ishida Yamato's interests."
And spat it out.
Sora lightly pressured her finger between her lips.
"As far as I know, he likes playing guitar."
//No shit, Sherlock. I do it for a living.
"I think he played the harmonica as well...but that's not really a major interest."
//That's it? Damn, I'm a boring person.
Squeals.
"Look, look! It's a full blown poster of Ishida Yamato."
Everyone gazed at the poster, held outwards. It was true. A poster, Ishida Yamato. Blown up was one of the words, although freaking huge was more fitting. A poster of Ishida Yamato in a leather jacket, swinging his head upwards, his hair seemingly to float in midair. It was so big that everything was clear. The hair, every single thread. Hell, the pores too.
"That looks familiar..."
Yamato grunted under the thrown table, desperately trying to crawl away.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- "So you're Ishida Yamato's half-sister, but he doesn't know you exist?"
None of the background stories were ever award winners.
"And I don't want to disturb him, it might affect his career and all, so he doesn't know me."
Somehow, Yamato thought, a story about taking revenge on Ishida Yamato, therefore concealing the identity, seemed infinitely better, despite how crappy that sounds.
The girls promptly scattered away, as if they were saying "Yeah. Okay. Whatever." Perhaps they had found, although the female Yamato's fake identity interesting, but useless. Whatever it was, although somehow logical, the girls are not acting as they should be. No "So Takeru is also related to Yamato?", "So that's why you look so alike.", nor "So did your father knock up his mother or did his father knock up your mother?"
Yamato decided to ignore whatever it was that was bothering him. He would much less not have the third degree on him.
"Hey, hey, Yamato! How come they let you up so easily?"
"Yeah! How come?"
"Are you letting them in on something?"
"You let them know about 'this', didn't you?!"
"You traitor!"
Which he got anyway.
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The girls went for shopping again. It was one of the things that makes Yamato not understand females. It's like reading a book. Except you reread it for a couple dozen times. Can't imagine the kick in that. Unless it was Taichi, who uses the book to assist him to sleep, but that's not really reading anyway, so it doesn't count.
Without a company, a reason, Taichi and Koushiro decided to migrate back into the room, and, Ken and Takeru, as usual, agreed doubtlessly. Yamato followed. It wasn't a bad idea, dozens of windows were available in the room to cool the temperature down.
Taichi plopped onto the closest seat to him. And jumped. "Ahh! This chair is so hot!"
"I didn't know you had a fetish for furnitures."
Unsure of who said that, Taichi picked up the chair and threw it in the general direction of the group.
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"Hearts flush." Koushiro placed down the cards clumsily one by one.
It was a pain. Yamato thought.
Girls usually can resort to any topic or shopping to spend time. However, in this case, a group of guys with two nerds (one who is a techie), a bird nest, and someone who is best described as his brother can only resort to playing cards, with the lack of common conversation.
"Ne, you guys?" Yamato spoke softly.
A "Hmm?" in accord.
"Is it just me, or, without the girls here, we can go around as guys?"
Freeze.
Freeze.
Frozen.
"AHHHHHH!" Taichi screamed as he ran out the door, knowing that he wasted a holy thirty minutes that could've been used to very greatly on cards.
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"Are you ready yeeet?" Takeru screamed from the hall, jumping with excitement. Not wearing a bra has never been this much fun.
Smoothly tearing the plastic piece from his mouth, Yamato threw the wig down by his bed, calmly relieved of his heavy arsenal.
Blue cotton shirt. Semi-buttoned.
Dark pants.
Freedom.
Yamato lightly pulled the waist of the pants away from his slim waist and looked inside.
Not quite.
//But...no one would know, right? It's not like some pervert walks around with an infrared video camera that sees through everything but silk panties.
Yamato took a step towards the door.
//But accidents DO happen. Who knows what will occur?
And a step back.
//Oh come on, who is going to look inside MY pants?
Step forward.
//But people do say that I AM good looking. Who knows what pervs I might attract.
And back.
"Yamato!! What the hell is taking you?"
"Coming!" Yamato replied and quickly brushed his hair apart with his hands, confirming his look in the mirror before rushing out.
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Koushiro's eyes set on his G-Shock digital watch, waiting for the second counter to turn to '00', so that the minute counter will as well.
"So we meet back here in...say, three hours?"
Taichi similarly looked down at his watch.
"Where? Here?"
Blink.
Yamato stared at Taichi. Then at the white perpendicular set of lines he is walking in.
"You could wait here, but we won't bother to cremate you."
A car zooms by.
"By that clock tower, then, at 5:00 p.m." Koushiro pointed.
Glance.
Takeru whispers to Ken.
Ken whispers to Takeru.
//Strange. Takeru and Ken haven't been saying a lot today. Except to each other.
The two opened their mouths in awe at the flawless computer graphics in motion at, as Taichi calls it, "big fucking screen" that is located at the flat supposively corner up high on the two story building.
Kingdom Hearts commercial.
//This is somewhat unlike them. Something must have happened. Like getting overdosed with estrogen and getting it on with each other.
Ken again, whispered something intimately into Takeru's ear.
//Oh god no.
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Yamato walked casually down the street, flowing slowly amongst the infinite crowd of people he is immersed in, the sun reflecting off his sunglasses.
Yes, his sunglasses.
Sunglasses with a dark blue edge which would be otherwise seen as black unless closely examined.
Sunglasses, because, the girls had said the name 'Ishida Yamato' after 'Kimura Takuya'. That means he has fans that even spread to an all girl's school. If he has fans there that means there must be rabid fangirls stalking behind the corner waiting to drag Yamato into an alley and rip his shirt apart.
//The shirt is an Armani, you bitches.
Yamato shook his head, returning to his general point of thought.
Of course, wearing sunglasses screams "I'm well known, run after me and take the sunglasses off!", but, Yamato, hopefully, wishes to be mistaken as one of those "I'm blind" people. Better than taking a chance to walk around with sunglasses than without, letting him vulnerable. But even if he does have fans, it's not likely that everyone would recognize him in the streets, not that many people know him anyway...
Yamato blinked at the poster stuck on the wall, one person tall, two person wide.
Hajime. Koichi. Takayuki.
Yamato. Big. Holding a mic with both hands, his electric guitar hanging from the strap.
Big smooth cursive letters at the front.
'Teenage Wolves Summer Concert '02'
Taking off his sunglasses, Yamato squinted even harder, hoping that he missed something written, even though each letters was as large as his hand.
Something. Anything. Something like 'Teenage Wolves NOT HAVING Summer Concert '02'.
//Dammit, Hajime, what the hell are you thinking?
Gasps.
"Look! It's Ishida Yamato!"
And off Yamato sprints.
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Yamato panted heavily, then summoned the strength to close the door, and lied on the seat, his head stretching as far back as the seat allows.
"Where to?" The taxi driver presses a few buttons, and the digital values on the set in the middle console starts flashing.
"Anywhere." Yamato said in between pants. "I've, ah, got time to, uh, spare."
Yamato reached a hand in front and tapped the taxi driver's shoulder.
"Actually, drive me to Miyaka Street."
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Yamato glanced at his watch.
3:36.
On a Sunday.
They should be here.
Yamato creaked open the door, letting out explosive drum beats and heavy background solos.
Bingo.
Opening the door widely, Yamato stepped in.
Beats stopped.
Notes stopped.
Chords stopped.
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"Yamato!" Hajime exclaimed. Yamato ran up to Hajime, took out a knife, stabbed him in the stomach, buried him in the ground, unburied him, and removed the knife while practicing recovery surgery.
"What the hell?!" Yamato rashly took off his sunglasses with one hand and violently threw it on the ground.
"What do you mean?"
Yamato turned around, his back facing the practice area.
A large poster, exact same as the one he saw, posted right against the white wall.
"Oh. That."
Koichi walked around the drum set, and paced to where Hajime was, behind a thick black line as a representation for the limit of the stage.
"What's wrong?" Koichi asked.
Infuriated, Yamato punched the wall, more precisely, the poster.
"You weren't supposed to have a bloody concert! I told you I wasn't going to be here, what the hell is wrong with you, Hajime?! I told you to tell them!"
"He told us."
Yamato turned around again.
Koichi, bearing long hair, although not with prettiness like Yamato, but with relatively acute features, gave Yamato an angry stare.
"What?" Yamato asked. Pissed.
"NG Studios came. They wanted so sign us." Koichi spoke matter-of-factly.
Blink.
"N...NG? You're kidding." Yamato stuttered, his anger beginning to fade, but quickly regained his stance.
"That's right. Seguchi-san came. He said that he would sign us under the circumstances that we have a concert by summer and release a debut album under NG before then."
Ring.
"That would be them right there. I'll go get the phone." Hajime pointed at the direction of the sound, frowning.
"I'll go too." Koichi followed.
"Wait for me!" as did Takayuki, who quickly left the keyboard.
Open.
Slam.
Yamato walked slowly across the guitar rack, choosing between the bass or electric guitar, both his, as well as being all that is left on the rack.
Sighing, he grabbed the neck with six strings.
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Yamato held his forehead. He was not only in a dilemma, but he is screwed either way.
"Oi." Hajime waved as he came out of the door.
Yamato looked.
No Koichi.
"We decided to let Koichi do all the management." Hajime pointed over his shoulders. "We're no good in that."
"He looks so scary when he's serious...!" Takayuki, with very boyish and cute features exclaimed, putting his glasses down to wipe his eyes.
"Yamato?"
A questioning stare.
"Ah...umm." Hajime scratched his head. "Never mind."
"What is it?" Yamato asked in an unnaturally deep voice.
Hajime shook his head. "You're not going to perform in the summer concert no matter what?"
Yamato's lips parted slightly, but then closed again.
"I...I understand. That's alright. I better go tell Koichi. Don't want him to presume anything."
"Wait for me." Takayuki closely chased.
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Yamato waited.
He slowly played some chords on the electric guitar, then a solo part. Yamato shook his head, knowing the incomplete sound of a single guitar without anything else.
//What the fuck is taking them?
Yamato peered at the door again, then around him.
Table.
Drum set.
Keyboard, situated on a stand.
Electric guitar on the floor.
White walls.
Big fucking poster, starring Yamato himself.
The series of hallways connected by the doorway on the wall of the poster and another at the entrance.
This place belonged to Hajime's father, it was a practice studio mainly for bands. Due to the lack of customers, Hajime decided to pay a costly, but in comparison to normal prices, low fee to his father to rent it yearly, using profits from concerts.
"This is it. Right here, I think."
A female voice.
"Are you sure? This place is kind of isolated."
Another one.
//Sora and Mimi. Shit. How'd they know?
Closing steps.
//You need to look different. Look different from Yamako so they find less similiarities. How? How? Bloody.
Table.
Floor.
Guitars.
Keyboards.
Drums.
Table.
Glasses.
Yamato quickly grabbed the pair of glasses and put it on him.
He then turned around and tripped on the guitar.
//Holy shit, these things are strong. I can't see a thing.
Standing up again, and reflexively fixing his golden strandy hair, Yamato squinted and turned in a direction and walked.
But crashed into the drum set.
"Maybe they might not be here today."
"Let's just go in and see first."
//Argh. These things are horrible. If I don't fix this problem soon...
//(
Mimi pointed with her arm slightly bent, her other arm at her waist, almost posing stylishly.
"Ishida Yamato?"
"Yes?" Yamato turned around from the table, smiling freakishly and walking towards Mimi.
Trip.
Grab.
Grope.
Mimi, along with Sora, stared at the hand that is holding on to her breast uncomfortably.
"Ahhhh! Pervert!"
)
//But then again, it might...
//(
Mimi pointed with her arm slightly bent, her other arm at her waist, almost posing stylishly.
"Ishida Yamato?"
"Yes?" Yamato turned around from the table, smiling freakishly and walking towards Mimi.
Trip.
Grab.
Grope.
Mimi, along with Sora, stared at the hand that is holding on to her breast uncomfortably.
"Yay! Ishida Yamato is molesting me! I'm so happy!"
)
Not likely.
Yamato put the pair of glasses in front of him and poked the lens, which popped out smoothly, surprisingly to Yamato, then put them back on.
He watched as Mimi and Sora walked in, millions of questions travelled his mind, most focusing on 'why'.
Gasps.
"It's Ishida Yamato, in person." Sora whispered to Mimi. "Looks a lot like Yamako-chan."
"Well, we ARE here to see him." Mimi murmured back.
"Who are you?" Yamato questioned in a strict voice. "Who let you in?"
Sora turned her head around, then back.
"There was only an entrance and hallway, we didn't know that we're not allowed in here."
Yamato sighed. Low budget practice studios and inexistent security.
"How do you know this place?" Yamato interrogated.
"We got it from a friend, who got it from a member of the band." Sora explained, her lips jutting out slightly, as if trying to figure out if what she said was correct.
Mimi turned to Sora.
"It was either Hajime or Koichi, I think."
"Yeah."
//Well, tell me who the hell it is so I can go and rip his fucking head off.
"Anyway, get out of here." Yamato turned around coldly, waving his hand as a sign of dismissal.
"No! We have something to say to you!" Mimi took a strong step forward.
"Get lost."
"Just because you are hot, can sing well, play the guitar, and is the band leader doesn't mean you can boss us around!" Sora shouted out hesitantly, her decibel level rising and dropping between every word.
Sora whispered into Mimi's ear, and Mimi returned, and they both giggled.
Yamato winced. He couldn't hear very well, but it was something about how embarrassing for Sora to say that Yamato was hot and perhaps he'll take it as a really good compliment because all the fangirls had been too shy to tell him that and perhaps he'll take her out and have dinner, at which then he confesses that he fell in love with her and proposes to marry her, then they plan this really large wedding with fancy flowery decorations all over the place, but fell in a difficult situation about deciding whether or not Yamato and his band should perform at his own wedding. He ignored that.
"What are you talking about? Our band rented this place, I have a right to be bossy and you're not allowed to be here. Did you rent this place?" Yamato said irritatingly, walking over and picking up the guitar as if pretending that their presence was not.
Blink.
"That's beside the point!" Mimi retorted.
Frowning, Sora stepped right in front of Mimi and softly spoke.
"Do you know that you have a half-sister that's suffering horribly because she wants to recognize you as her brother, and her as your sister, but feels too horrible because she knows that she will be rejected and have her heart broken because she knows that you might not acknowledge her for your career, having a sister that looks like the exact twin of you and rumours of you getting incestuous and getting it on?"
Yamato winced again.
//I simply told her that 'Ishida Yamato' is my half brother which makes it more reasonable for my looks, and she interprets that one sentence into all this crap?
"No, go away." Yamato repeated.
"Are you heartless?!"
//(
Teenage girls with green glints in their eyes ride around on scooters and starts pulling all the concert posters down, ripping them into tiny shreds.
"Down with heartless Yamato, down with Teenage Wolves!"
)
Yamato shivered.
"Ah...um, just give me some kind of address." Yamato said in a lighter voice, his cheek twitching with acceleration.
Sora pulls out card from her pocket and hands it to Yamato.
"This is our address, but she lives with us."
There had been many excuses to ignore them and throw them out, like 'What proof do you have?', or 'Mind your own business.', or 'She's my half- sister, but she is also derived from German Nazis', but just going their way makes everything easier and guarantees less visits in the future.
Nod.
Sora sighed in relief and relaxed into a less tense face.
"Now that that is over..." Sora grabbed a large felt pen out of her pocket and pulled the end of her shirt outwards, so that it creates a flat surface.
"Could you sign my shirt? I'm a big fan of yours!"
//A little late for that, don't you think?
Yamato grabbed the pen and quickly scribbled his name in quick motion.
Mimi quickly walked up beside Sora.
"Me too! I love your songs!"
Mimi reached her hand over her buttocks.
"I'm not signing asses again."
Blink.
And reached into her back pocket to pull out a piece of folded white paper.
Scribble scribble.
"You didn't wear glasses before." Mimi noted.
"I'm wearing them now." Yamato replied. "I like to wear the frames when I want to."
Blinks.
"Thank you!" Both the girls said at the same time, then walked to the exit while squeal/giggling.
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"Did you get it ready?" Hajime looked back at Takayuki as they came out of the room.
"You took a long time." Yamato grumbled.
"Sorry, Seguchi Tohma-san said he wanted to talk to you face to face no matter what we told him."
Takayuki placed a laptop on the table, unfolding it, and then pressed a few keys.
A screen of a meek man with yellow and whitish hair popped up.
"Hello, Ishida-san." Tohma greeted.
Yamato stared in disbelief.
"I know, my uncanny resemblance to Quatre from Gundam W."
Yamato looked down sheepishly.
"Anyway, when the rest of your band members said that they couldn't sign under us, I had decided to simply give up. But Makimura-san phoned me and convinced me otherwise, saying he has full operational charge of you, and you could fulfill the requirements given to sign under us and will sign under us."
Yamato looked behind him.
Down.
Left.
Up.
Floating, the telltale bee.
Which Yamato gave the finger to.
"Uh-huh." Yamato turned back and replied indifferently.
"I want you to release an album with your current songs as well as a few new ones, and have a summer concert in the Tokyo stadium. I hope you have no problem with that, have fun." Tohma smiled as he ended the transmission.
"Nice going, Kei."
"So, are you going to perform in the concert?" Koichi stood by the doorway.
"It's not like I have a choice."
"Right. Thanks." Koichi whispered as he went back into the room.
Takayuki looked at the table, then quickly grabbed his pair of glasses which Yamato dropped after Sora and Mimi left and closed his eyes when he put them on.
"I was looking for this! It was here, no wonder. I had a pain setting up the computer without glasses, I had to squint to see every single thing." Takayuki opened his eyes, finding his glasses without lenses, he spun dizzily and fell beside Yamato.
And accidentally pulled Yamato's pants off.
Yamato's eyes widened.
As well as Hajime's, seeing panties.
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"Where did you go?" Koushiro asked, tapping his watch. "You're late."
"Somewhere." Yamato bit his lips. "Where's Taichi?"
Takeru pointed at the middle of the road, where Taichi is desperately avoiding cars and screaming in the heavy noise why they were waiting on the side when they said to wait in the middle of the road.
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Yamato, now fully equipped with a wig, and the works, puts the steel stringed guitar which he had stocked in the practice studio on the ground, and sighed.
Open and closing of door.
"Yama-chan! We went to meet your brother today! He said he would come visit you sometime! Isn't that great?!"
"I'll bet."
"When the hell did I agree to visit?" Yamato muttered under his breath.
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BGM: Yamato's guitar - Ishida Yamato no Tegami (Track 4)
Yamato stopped the violent strumming of his guitar, then held his forehead in despair.
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban 02 - Digimon 02
Kei: A collection of scenes of Taichi, Yamato, Koushiro, Takeru, and Ken as they return home from school.
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Okay, this chapter is a bit rushed.
Two things to clarify in the story:
Seguchi Tohma and NG are taken from Gravitation.
Ishida Yamato no Tegami is a drama track.
Something like that.
I'm sorry if this chapter was a bit boring, but I just wanted to move up a few chapters before I pick off anything in the more significant plot.
I'm also apologetic for the massive creation of original characters. Don't worry, they're just here to support the little things, you won't see much of them.
Well, that's that.
Review.
-Lumi
Hello everyone again. First note: I've fixed the last chapter with a little out-of-the-story guide to anything that's possibly confusing or some reference. Check it now if you want, it should be updated unless your cache still has the same page.
New reviewers include: hpdigigal, Hopeful Writer, reader, ?????????? (or something), Matrix Guardian, ignis, and Nanaki-Roren.
Thank you for ALL of your reviews, everyone. You've been lovely. I love you all (in the most unromantic way, unless you want it otherwise).
Some questions answered:
hpdigigal: Is Ms. Kamiya somehow related to Taichi and Hikari???
Well...yes. But I'm not supposed to say that. God. Another plot point made predictable. =x
Melinda: How many chapters are there in the whole story?
You could probably make a better guess than I do. I'm more of making more up as I go along, although I do have a general storyline to follow. But it's really hard to estimate the chapters. So that'll be unresolved for now. I'll tell you how many when I'm finished the last chapter. ;D
TheAngelofLove: Are you going to introduce anymore of the digimon?
That seems like a good idea...but no. Sorry, but it's just going to be Gabumon. I want to, but it might the logic and reasoning between plot points so rigid that it hurts.
And are you going to show any relationship between Matt and Gabumon at all?
You bet. No, it's not romantic. The thought of Yamato and Gabumon crossbreeding cringes me.
This chapter is Yamato-based, as well as first person-ish, but only not. I'm kind of screwed over, so I'll switch between first person to third person to first/third person. That means it won't be as funny. Why? Yamato and a whole chapter of humour just...doesn't fit. I'm sorry if you were expecting lots of funnies this chapter, but this chapter's going to stay this way. Unless I go berserk again and make everything funny this chapter, which it actually not all that improbable
So, those who are all in it for the (attempted) humour, please try to enjoy this chapter as well.
Also an apology for the lateness of this chapter, a chapter will be attempted to be released on Saturday/Sunday, as usual. I blame Writer's Block, like everyone else.
Disclaimer: Any Digimon characters (as well as a bit of Gravitation characters which I will use as a plug in turn for the inability to think up new names) are not mine.
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Episode 4: Guitar Rush
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April 14, 2002
Today is Sunday. Without school, we are restricted to, more or less, staying within the 'house'.
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"See, I told you he was blood type A!"
Yamato glanced over. The central living room. Without any actual activity, they are all confined in the very same room, talking. Despite the apparent similarity of genders, two groups were still broken up to have their own conversations.
Yamato glanced over. The girls were talking. They've decided to quiz each other upon singers and stars, and see if their answers are correct in their-
Yamato stared and counted in his head. Approximately sixty magazines, stacked neatly in piles of dozens. Each with lots of profiles of singer and stars, either on the side of pages or as a main feature included in an interview.
The girls squealed. Male singers and stars. Of course.
"Umm! Kimura Takuya's birthday!" Miyako said, a bit too loud.
"Pass." Sora shook her head, knowing that it's impossible to guess a birthday, since she's unsure of it.
Mimi tsked disapprovingly. "Geez, it's Kimura Takuya! How could you not know?"
Yamato looked back and forth between the 'girls' and the 'guys'. Although the discussion between the guys, to Yamato, wasn't in pure clarity, the girls are like those strange black and white shape photos where you can't really tell which is where and what.
Yamato reached his arm across the table, grabbed the cup of coffee, and sipped it.
"Let's see." Mimi streaked her finger down the book. "Ishida Yamato's interests."
And spat it out.
Sora lightly pressured her finger between her lips.
"As far as I know, he likes playing guitar."
//No shit, Sherlock. I do it for a living.
"I think he played the harmonica as well...but that's not really a major interest."
//That's it? Damn, I'm a boring person.
Squeals.
"Look, look! It's a full blown poster of Ishida Yamato."
Everyone gazed at the poster, held outwards. It was true. A poster, Ishida Yamato. Blown up was one of the words, although freaking huge was more fitting. A poster of Ishida Yamato in a leather jacket, swinging his head upwards, his hair seemingly to float in midair. It was so big that everything was clear. The hair, every single thread. Hell, the pores too.
"That looks familiar..."
Yamato grunted under the thrown table, desperately trying to crawl away.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- "So you're Ishida Yamato's half-sister, but he doesn't know you exist?"
None of the background stories were ever award winners.
"And I don't want to disturb him, it might affect his career and all, so he doesn't know me."
Somehow, Yamato thought, a story about taking revenge on Ishida Yamato, therefore concealing the identity, seemed infinitely better, despite how crappy that sounds.
The girls promptly scattered away, as if they were saying "Yeah. Okay. Whatever." Perhaps they had found, although the female Yamato's fake identity interesting, but useless. Whatever it was, although somehow logical, the girls are not acting as they should be. No "So Takeru is also related to Yamato?", "So that's why you look so alike.", nor "So did your father knock up his mother or did his father knock up your mother?"
Yamato decided to ignore whatever it was that was bothering him. He would much less not have the third degree on him.
"Hey, hey, Yamato! How come they let you up so easily?"
"Yeah! How come?"
"Are you letting them in on something?"
"You let them know about 'this', didn't you?!"
"You traitor!"
Which he got anyway.
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The girls went for shopping again. It was one of the things that makes Yamato not understand females. It's like reading a book. Except you reread it for a couple dozen times. Can't imagine the kick in that. Unless it was Taichi, who uses the book to assist him to sleep, but that's not really reading anyway, so it doesn't count.
Without a company, a reason, Taichi and Koushiro decided to migrate back into the room, and, Ken and Takeru, as usual, agreed doubtlessly. Yamato followed. It wasn't a bad idea, dozens of windows were available in the room to cool the temperature down.
Taichi plopped onto the closest seat to him. And jumped. "Ahh! This chair is so hot!"
"I didn't know you had a fetish for furnitures."
Unsure of who said that, Taichi picked up the chair and threw it in the general direction of the group.
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"Hearts flush." Koushiro placed down the cards clumsily one by one.
It was a pain. Yamato thought.
Girls usually can resort to any topic or shopping to spend time. However, in this case, a group of guys with two nerds (one who is a techie), a bird nest, and someone who is best described as his brother can only resort to playing cards, with the lack of common conversation.
"Ne, you guys?" Yamato spoke softly.
A "Hmm?" in accord.
"Is it just me, or, without the girls here, we can go around as guys?"
Freeze.
Freeze.
Frozen.
"AHHHHHH!" Taichi screamed as he ran out the door, knowing that he wasted a holy thirty minutes that could've been used to very greatly on cards.
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"Are you ready yeeet?" Takeru screamed from the hall, jumping with excitement. Not wearing a bra has never been this much fun.
Smoothly tearing the plastic piece from his mouth, Yamato threw the wig down by his bed, calmly relieved of his heavy arsenal.
Blue cotton shirt. Semi-buttoned.
Dark pants.
Freedom.
Yamato lightly pulled the waist of the pants away from his slim waist and looked inside.
Not quite.
//But...no one would know, right? It's not like some pervert walks around with an infrared video camera that sees through everything but silk panties.
Yamato took a step towards the door.
//But accidents DO happen. Who knows what will occur?
And a step back.
//Oh come on, who is going to look inside MY pants?
Step forward.
//But people do say that I AM good looking. Who knows what pervs I might attract.
And back.
"Yamato!! What the hell is taking you?"
"Coming!" Yamato replied and quickly brushed his hair apart with his hands, confirming his look in the mirror before rushing out.
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Koushiro's eyes set on his G-Shock digital watch, waiting for the second counter to turn to '00', so that the minute counter will as well.
"So we meet back here in...say, three hours?"
Taichi similarly looked down at his watch.
"Where? Here?"
Blink.
Yamato stared at Taichi. Then at the white perpendicular set of lines he is walking in.
"You could wait here, but we won't bother to cremate you."
A car zooms by.
"By that clock tower, then, at 5:00 p.m." Koushiro pointed.
Glance.
Takeru whispers to Ken.
Ken whispers to Takeru.
//Strange. Takeru and Ken haven't been saying a lot today. Except to each other.
The two opened their mouths in awe at the flawless computer graphics in motion at, as Taichi calls it, "big fucking screen" that is located at the flat supposively corner up high on the two story building.
Kingdom Hearts commercial.
//This is somewhat unlike them. Something must have happened. Like getting overdosed with estrogen and getting it on with each other.
Ken again, whispered something intimately into Takeru's ear.
//Oh god no.
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Yamato walked casually down the street, flowing slowly amongst the infinite crowd of people he is immersed in, the sun reflecting off his sunglasses.
Yes, his sunglasses.
Sunglasses with a dark blue edge which would be otherwise seen as black unless closely examined.
Sunglasses, because, the girls had said the name 'Ishida Yamato' after 'Kimura Takuya'. That means he has fans that even spread to an all girl's school. If he has fans there that means there must be rabid fangirls stalking behind the corner waiting to drag Yamato into an alley and rip his shirt apart.
//The shirt is an Armani, you bitches.
Yamato shook his head, returning to his general point of thought.
Of course, wearing sunglasses screams "I'm well known, run after me and take the sunglasses off!", but, Yamato, hopefully, wishes to be mistaken as one of those "I'm blind" people. Better than taking a chance to walk around with sunglasses than without, letting him vulnerable. But even if he does have fans, it's not likely that everyone would recognize him in the streets, not that many people know him anyway...
Yamato blinked at the poster stuck on the wall, one person tall, two person wide.
Hajime. Koichi. Takayuki.
Yamato. Big. Holding a mic with both hands, his electric guitar hanging from the strap.
Big smooth cursive letters at the front.
'Teenage Wolves Summer Concert '02'
Taking off his sunglasses, Yamato squinted even harder, hoping that he missed something written, even though each letters was as large as his hand.
Something. Anything. Something like 'Teenage Wolves NOT HAVING Summer Concert '02'.
//Dammit, Hajime, what the hell are you thinking?
Gasps.
"Look! It's Ishida Yamato!"
And off Yamato sprints.
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Yamato panted heavily, then summoned the strength to close the door, and lied on the seat, his head stretching as far back as the seat allows.
"Where to?" The taxi driver presses a few buttons, and the digital values on the set in the middle console starts flashing.
"Anywhere." Yamato said in between pants. "I've, ah, got time to, uh, spare."
Yamato reached a hand in front and tapped the taxi driver's shoulder.
"Actually, drive me to Miyaka Street."
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Yamato glanced at his watch.
3:36.
On a Sunday.
They should be here.
Yamato creaked open the door, letting out explosive drum beats and heavy background solos.
Bingo.
Opening the door widely, Yamato stepped in.
Beats stopped.
Notes stopped.
Chords stopped.
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"Yamato!" Hajime exclaimed. Yamato ran up to Hajime, took out a knife, stabbed him in the stomach, buried him in the ground, unburied him, and removed the knife while practicing recovery surgery.
"What the hell?!" Yamato rashly took off his sunglasses with one hand and violently threw it on the ground.
"What do you mean?"
Yamato turned around, his back facing the practice area.
A large poster, exact same as the one he saw, posted right against the white wall.
"Oh. That."
Koichi walked around the drum set, and paced to where Hajime was, behind a thick black line as a representation for the limit of the stage.
"What's wrong?" Koichi asked.
Infuriated, Yamato punched the wall, more precisely, the poster.
"You weren't supposed to have a bloody concert! I told you I wasn't going to be here, what the hell is wrong with you, Hajime?! I told you to tell them!"
"He told us."
Yamato turned around again.
Koichi, bearing long hair, although not with prettiness like Yamato, but with relatively acute features, gave Yamato an angry stare.
"What?" Yamato asked. Pissed.
"NG Studios came. They wanted so sign us." Koichi spoke matter-of-factly.
Blink.
"N...NG? You're kidding." Yamato stuttered, his anger beginning to fade, but quickly regained his stance.
"That's right. Seguchi-san came. He said that he would sign us under the circumstances that we have a concert by summer and release a debut album under NG before then."
Ring.
"That would be them right there. I'll go get the phone." Hajime pointed at the direction of the sound, frowning.
"I'll go too." Koichi followed.
"Wait for me!" as did Takayuki, who quickly left the keyboard.
Open.
Slam.
Yamato walked slowly across the guitar rack, choosing between the bass or electric guitar, both his, as well as being all that is left on the rack.
Sighing, he grabbed the neck with six strings.
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Yamato held his forehead. He was not only in a dilemma, but he is screwed either way.
"Oi." Hajime waved as he came out of the door.
Yamato looked.
No Koichi.
"We decided to let Koichi do all the management." Hajime pointed over his shoulders. "We're no good in that."
"He looks so scary when he's serious...!" Takayuki, with very boyish and cute features exclaimed, putting his glasses down to wipe his eyes.
"Yamato?"
A questioning stare.
"Ah...umm." Hajime scratched his head. "Never mind."
"What is it?" Yamato asked in an unnaturally deep voice.
Hajime shook his head. "You're not going to perform in the summer concert no matter what?"
Yamato's lips parted slightly, but then closed again.
"I...I understand. That's alright. I better go tell Koichi. Don't want him to presume anything."
"Wait for me." Takayuki closely chased.
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Yamato waited.
He slowly played some chords on the electric guitar, then a solo part. Yamato shook his head, knowing the incomplete sound of a single guitar without anything else.
//What the fuck is taking them?
Yamato peered at the door again, then around him.
Table.
Drum set.
Keyboard, situated on a stand.
Electric guitar on the floor.
White walls.
Big fucking poster, starring Yamato himself.
The series of hallways connected by the doorway on the wall of the poster and another at the entrance.
This place belonged to Hajime's father, it was a practice studio mainly for bands. Due to the lack of customers, Hajime decided to pay a costly, but in comparison to normal prices, low fee to his father to rent it yearly, using profits from concerts.
"This is it. Right here, I think."
A female voice.
"Are you sure? This place is kind of isolated."
Another one.
//Sora and Mimi. Shit. How'd they know?
Closing steps.
//You need to look different. Look different from Yamako so they find less similiarities. How? How? Bloody.
Table.
Floor.
Guitars.
Keyboards.
Drums.
Table.
Glasses.
Yamato quickly grabbed the pair of glasses and put it on him.
He then turned around and tripped on the guitar.
//Holy shit, these things are strong. I can't see a thing.
Standing up again, and reflexively fixing his golden strandy hair, Yamato squinted and turned in a direction and walked.
But crashed into the drum set.
"Maybe they might not be here today."
"Let's just go in and see first."
//Argh. These things are horrible. If I don't fix this problem soon...
//(
Mimi pointed with her arm slightly bent, her other arm at her waist, almost posing stylishly.
"Ishida Yamato?"
"Yes?" Yamato turned around from the table, smiling freakishly and walking towards Mimi.
Trip.
Grab.
Grope.
Mimi, along with Sora, stared at the hand that is holding on to her breast uncomfortably.
"Ahhhh! Pervert!"
)
//But then again, it might...
//(
Mimi pointed with her arm slightly bent, her other arm at her waist, almost posing stylishly.
"Ishida Yamato?"
"Yes?" Yamato turned around from the table, smiling freakishly and walking towards Mimi.
Trip.
Grab.
Grope.
Mimi, along with Sora, stared at the hand that is holding on to her breast uncomfortably.
"Yay! Ishida Yamato is molesting me! I'm so happy!"
)
Not likely.
Yamato put the pair of glasses in front of him and poked the lens, which popped out smoothly, surprisingly to Yamato, then put them back on.
He watched as Mimi and Sora walked in, millions of questions travelled his mind, most focusing on 'why'.
Gasps.
"It's Ishida Yamato, in person." Sora whispered to Mimi. "Looks a lot like Yamako-chan."
"Well, we ARE here to see him." Mimi murmured back.
"Who are you?" Yamato questioned in a strict voice. "Who let you in?"
Sora turned her head around, then back.
"There was only an entrance and hallway, we didn't know that we're not allowed in here."
Yamato sighed. Low budget practice studios and inexistent security.
"How do you know this place?" Yamato interrogated.
"We got it from a friend, who got it from a member of the band." Sora explained, her lips jutting out slightly, as if trying to figure out if what she said was correct.
Mimi turned to Sora.
"It was either Hajime or Koichi, I think."
"Yeah."
//Well, tell me who the hell it is so I can go and rip his fucking head off.
"Anyway, get out of here." Yamato turned around coldly, waving his hand as a sign of dismissal.
"No! We have something to say to you!" Mimi took a strong step forward.
"Get lost."
"Just because you are hot, can sing well, play the guitar, and is the band leader doesn't mean you can boss us around!" Sora shouted out hesitantly, her decibel level rising and dropping between every word.
Sora whispered into Mimi's ear, and Mimi returned, and they both giggled.
Yamato winced. He couldn't hear very well, but it was something about how embarrassing for Sora to say that Yamato was hot and perhaps he'll take it as a really good compliment because all the fangirls had been too shy to tell him that and perhaps he'll take her out and have dinner, at which then he confesses that he fell in love with her and proposes to marry her, then they plan this really large wedding with fancy flowery decorations all over the place, but fell in a difficult situation about deciding whether or not Yamato and his band should perform at his own wedding. He ignored that.
"What are you talking about? Our band rented this place, I have a right to be bossy and you're not allowed to be here. Did you rent this place?" Yamato said irritatingly, walking over and picking up the guitar as if pretending that their presence was not.
Blink.
"That's beside the point!" Mimi retorted.
Frowning, Sora stepped right in front of Mimi and softly spoke.
"Do you know that you have a half-sister that's suffering horribly because she wants to recognize you as her brother, and her as your sister, but feels too horrible because she knows that she will be rejected and have her heart broken because she knows that you might not acknowledge her for your career, having a sister that looks like the exact twin of you and rumours of you getting incestuous and getting it on?"
Yamato winced again.
//I simply told her that 'Ishida Yamato' is my half brother which makes it more reasonable for my looks, and she interprets that one sentence into all this crap?
"No, go away." Yamato repeated.
"Are you heartless?!"
//(
Teenage girls with green glints in their eyes ride around on scooters and starts pulling all the concert posters down, ripping them into tiny shreds.
"Down with heartless Yamato, down with Teenage Wolves!"
)
Yamato shivered.
"Ah...um, just give me some kind of address." Yamato said in a lighter voice, his cheek twitching with acceleration.
Sora pulls out card from her pocket and hands it to Yamato.
"This is our address, but she lives with us."
There had been many excuses to ignore them and throw them out, like 'What proof do you have?', or 'Mind your own business.', or 'She's my half- sister, but she is also derived from German Nazis', but just going their way makes everything easier and guarantees less visits in the future.
Nod.
Sora sighed in relief and relaxed into a less tense face.
"Now that that is over..." Sora grabbed a large felt pen out of her pocket and pulled the end of her shirt outwards, so that it creates a flat surface.
"Could you sign my shirt? I'm a big fan of yours!"
//A little late for that, don't you think?
Yamato grabbed the pen and quickly scribbled his name in quick motion.
Mimi quickly walked up beside Sora.
"Me too! I love your songs!"
Mimi reached her hand over her buttocks.
"I'm not signing asses again."
Blink.
And reached into her back pocket to pull out a piece of folded white paper.
Scribble scribble.
"You didn't wear glasses before." Mimi noted.
"I'm wearing them now." Yamato replied. "I like to wear the frames when I want to."
Blinks.
"Thank you!" Both the girls said at the same time, then walked to the exit while squeal/giggling.
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"Did you get it ready?" Hajime looked back at Takayuki as they came out of the room.
"You took a long time." Yamato grumbled.
"Sorry, Seguchi Tohma-san said he wanted to talk to you face to face no matter what we told him."
Takayuki placed a laptop on the table, unfolding it, and then pressed a few keys.
A screen of a meek man with yellow and whitish hair popped up.
"Hello, Ishida-san." Tohma greeted.
Yamato stared in disbelief.
"I know, my uncanny resemblance to Quatre from Gundam W."
Yamato looked down sheepishly.
"Anyway, when the rest of your band members said that they couldn't sign under us, I had decided to simply give up. But Makimura-san phoned me and convinced me otherwise, saying he has full operational charge of you, and you could fulfill the requirements given to sign under us and will sign under us."
Yamato looked behind him.
Down.
Left.
Up.
Floating, the telltale bee.
Which Yamato gave the finger to.
"Uh-huh." Yamato turned back and replied indifferently.
"I want you to release an album with your current songs as well as a few new ones, and have a summer concert in the Tokyo stadium. I hope you have no problem with that, have fun." Tohma smiled as he ended the transmission.
"Nice going, Kei."
"So, are you going to perform in the concert?" Koichi stood by the doorway.
"It's not like I have a choice."
"Right. Thanks." Koichi whispered as he went back into the room.
Takayuki looked at the table, then quickly grabbed his pair of glasses which Yamato dropped after Sora and Mimi left and closed his eyes when he put them on.
"I was looking for this! It was here, no wonder. I had a pain setting up the computer without glasses, I had to squint to see every single thing." Takayuki opened his eyes, finding his glasses without lenses, he spun dizzily and fell beside Yamato.
And accidentally pulled Yamato's pants off.
Yamato's eyes widened.
As well as Hajime's, seeing panties.
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"Where did you go?" Koushiro asked, tapping his watch. "You're late."
"Somewhere." Yamato bit his lips. "Where's Taichi?"
Takeru pointed at the middle of the road, where Taichi is desperately avoiding cars and screaming in the heavy noise why they were waiting on the side when they said to wait in the middle of the road.
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Yamato, now fully equipped with a wig, and the works, puts the steel stringed guitar which he had stocked in the practice studio on the ground, and sighed.
Open and closing of door.
"Yama-chan! We went to meet your brother today! He said he would come visit you sometime! Isn't that great?!"
"I'll bet."
"When the hell did I agree to visit?" Yamato muttered under his breath.
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BGM: Yamato's guitar - Ishida Yamato no Tegami (Track 4)
Yamato stopped the violent strumming of his guitar, then held his forehead in despair.
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban 02 - Digimon 02
Kei: A collection of scenes of Taichi, Yamato, Koushiro, Takeru, and Ken as they return home from school.
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Okay, this chapter is a bit rushed.
Two things to clarify in the story:
Seguchi Tohma and NG are taken from Gravitation.
Ishida Yamato no Tegami is a drama track.
Something like that.
I'm sorry if this chapter was a bit boring, but I just wanted to move up a few chapters before I pick off anything in the more significant plot.
I'm also apologetic for the massive creation of original characters. Don't worry, they're just here to support the little things, you won't see much of them.
Well, that's that.
Review.
-Lumi