Disclaimer: I didn't own Digimon in the beginning of this story I'm not going to in the end (neither in the middle). Wait, if I did own Digimon, it would be Marmalade Boy Digimon! ^_^
sora
by Wormmonsoul
And the plan was as following: (it took some time to figure it out and a great deal of help from Ken who had mastered the art of making plans in his Kaiser days.)
1) Taichi would go for Sora and break Sora and Yamato up. After Yamato is free, Taichi would dump Sora and date Yamato. Cruel but real. Goal: "Have a lot of sex with Yamato!!!" Taichi shouted out. "Whatever," the geniuses nodded. Estimated Time: 2 days. ("Whatever you say, loverboy," Koushiro said.)
2) Ken would go for Hikari (surprisingly it was Taichi who proposed this) and make her realise she doesn't really love him. Daisuke would be jealous (Well, that's what Taichi said anyway) and would forget his little Mimi stalking. ("What the hell am I supposed to do?" Ken asked. "Dunno. Make yourself sound disgusting. Do nasty things. Be rude. Rough. Take Daisuke's example," Taichi shrugged. "BUT! Remember she's my sister..." Ken sweatdropped.)
Okay, Goal: make Hikari see the POINT of her doomed crush and help her find her real love. ("And after she has the revelation," Koushiro continued dreamily. "She pisses Jyou off and he comes running to me for support and love eternal - la la la... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Taichi and Ken sighed in exasperation.) Fine, fine, Estimated Time: 2 weeks. ("I don't want to take chances," said Ken who was known for his strife for perfection.)
3) Koushiro would stalk Mimi instead of Daisuke. Namely, sending her love letters, stuffing her lockers full of sweets, buying her favourite pink French underwe- ("Taichi!" yelled the two boys. The brunet grinned. "I know what I'm talking about. We've been dating for two days last month.") Goal: to drive Daisuke away from Mimi and in Ken's comforting hands. Estimated Time: a week and a half.
Several tips:
1) Taichi under any circumstances absolutely never should make any indications that he likes Takeru. (Koushiro and Ken both insisted on it. They volunteered to hook Miyako with Takeru and free Taichi from the obsessive second blond.)
2) Ken must not try to partially or impartially cause any damage to Mimi. ("And don't kiss my sister!" Taichi added.)
3) Koushiro shouldn't drink any more coffee and make more passes on Jyou.
"This isn't a foolproof plan," Ken said with regret. "I used to make them better when I was the Digimon Kaiser.."
"Yeah, and now remember what has become of the Digimon Kaiser," Taichi pointed out.
"It was a mistake to assume that the Digital World was a game," Ken said thoughtfully. "Now that I know the truth, it's never late to start again you know."
Koushiro dropped his laptop. Luckily Taichi caught it in mid-fall.
"Ken," said Koushiro. "Hand in your digivice. Now."
Ken blinked innocently. "Why?"
"NOW!!!!!!!"
Ken passed his black digivice in Taichi's hands and swallowed hard. "You guys are scarier than Devimon. No hard feelings, okay?"
Next day/Monday
Daisuke was bouncing along the street ahead of Hikari and Takeru. The girl and the boy were moping. Daisuke was eager to get to school where Mimi expected him. Mimi was everything. Without her the sun wouldn't shine and the moon would collapse on earth. Daisuke's mood depended on Mimi's actions alone. She was his own personal goddess. Bursting on the school ground Daisuke saw 'his Mimi' talking sweetly to a guy from her class. The world came shattering to pieces in Daisuke's eyes. He froze on the spot in shock. Hikari and Takeru walked around him and went towards the entrance blinded by their hopeless love.
"She... she doesn't love me... " the mahogany-haired boy whispered.
"Hey, whassup, Daisuke?" Yamato's voice broke the angsty flow of his thoughts.
"Nothing..." the redhead moved away, shoulders slumped down, schoolbag puncturing a track in the ground.
"My oh my..." Yamato said. Then he noticed Takeru in the similar state by the door. "Hey, Take..." he started when a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Hi, Ishida!" Taichi greeted him. "How's Sora?"
Takeru watched them enchanted.
Yamato gave him a friendly smile. "She's fine, why.."
"Tell her, I asked about her."
"Okay."
Taichi went away whistling and happy. Yamato neared his brother.
"You and Taichi are really close as friends, right, niisan?" Takeru said into space.
"Yeah!" Yamato answered hurriedly. Takeru watched in thought as Mimi jumped over to where Iori stood and hugged him fondly, announcing that he was her adopted cute little brother to the whole school. Iori went red and struggled free, later running away and hiding in the bushes.
"Hmmm," said Takeru. "Can I go to your place tomorrow, Yama-san?"
"Okay, why?" But his question was left hanging once more when Takeru simply disappeared behind the school doors.
Sora went up to him and they entered the building hand in hand. Taichi turned from his place by the lockers and gave them a long hungry look. Sora blushed and disconnected their hands. Yippi! thought Taichi.
Tuesday
Yamato threw away his school jacket and reached for his pants. One quick glance at his open wardrobe said that something important was missing. Yamato felt fury built up inside. He couldn't stomach it when somebody took his clothes without permission, especially his precious sacred green turtleneck.
"Takeru!" he bellowed and went into the kitchen.
Takeru was inspecting the fridge, wearing Yamato's old 'Digiworld' jeans and his turtleneck.
"Aha!" Yamato gripped his brother's neck. "Take it off, you little slimy thief!!!"
"But Yama!" Takeru wriggled free. "I can't walk around in my uniform all day! I had to borrow your clothes! It's not like you have nothing to wear, and these things are old!!"
"They are PRECIOUS!" Yamato snapped back.
"You don't wear them!"
"Cuz I CHERISH them!"
Takeru shrugged and wound his finger at his temple.
"I won't have it here, Take-chan!" Yamato growled. "You know I hate it when somebody steals my clothes!"
"Like Taichi?" the smaller blonde put all innocence he could muster in his question (and he could muster quite).
"No, he doesn't," Yamato assumed a defensive position. He thought everybody forgot it when Taichi appeared before the whole team in Yamato's red stylish shirt which immediately became the object of so many jokes that Yamato was forced to never put it on again. Takeru gave another indifferent shrug and bit into a sandwich.
"Just one drop of this stuff on my turtleneck and you're permanently chained to a chair!" the blonde threatened.
Takeru smiled his charming smile. "I promise, I'll return it with most honours and unscathed," he said.
Yamato's determination suffered a huge blow. "Don't ever do it again!" he said. Younger brothers!
"Of course."
Yamato dug into the fridge in frustration. Takeru's meek voice reached him from his room.
"D'you think I look good in it though? I'm a bit fat.."
Yamato choked on his soda. He spared a glance in his room where Takeru was fidgeting before the mirror. "You look okay."
"No, that's not it. Do I look good or horrible?!" Takeru insisted. He raised his arms and turned sideways, swinging his butt in a dance.
Yamato rolled his eyes. "Maybe you want to ask your special one about that?" the older blonde suggested. Takeru blushed.
"Imagine you were the one. Does it fit me?"
"Well," Yamato ran his eyes over his little brother's figure. "You are rather slim and tall... I was slimmer when your age..."
"The consequences of hanging around Daisuke," snorted Takeru.
"Shorts fit you better, I must admit. But you have the right curve of hips and your stomach and chest are well-developed..."
"Do I look..." Takeru winked at his reflection. "sexy?"
Yamato hit his head on the wall. In his opinion Takeru was the most asexual person in the world - he was as sexless as any angel, and as innocent as a kitten. Takeru's line of thought was far from the one of a kitten. It ran something like: brother is Taichi's best friend. Maybe my likeness with Yamato will ease him a bit. Maybe wearing my brother's clothes will get him to notice me! My Taichi-sama... I so love him...
"Well, uhm.." Yamato searched for words. He knew it was easy to insult Takeru with what he really thought about him. "You look like me in the Digiworld."
Takeru beamed at the mirror. "You think?" he said breathlessly.
"Yeah," Yamato lied. Except that I didn't look that un-hot then.
"Oh, thank you, brother!" Takeru hopped to him and bowed his head. "Can I borrow them for the date?"
Yamato experienced an internal fight and eventually lost. "Fine." Takeru kept looking at him. "More questions?"
The smaller blonde nodded. "Why didn't you go to Taichi-san's soccer match today?"
Yamato shrugged. "Didn't wanna. I think Sora went anyway. You could go to."
"Yeah, well, bye!"
Yamato stared at his disappearing figure. Young love... He frowned. If he could only keep Taichi out of his dreams and do something about Sora - she'd been feeling more and more lonely. It was obvious that she was moving away from him. Could he afford to lose her? Still, about Takeru. Since he cares so much about Yagami... could... could his special one... just be... Hikari?!!
(a/n Yamato is a bit stupid here, okay... Work with me.)
Taichi opened the door to his apartment with intention to slam it hard behind him. You want reasons? Number one, Yamato wasn't at his game! Number two, he had fucking lost! Number three, Takeru was cheering him much to Taichi's annoyance...
"Taichi-san, wait!" a familiar breathless voice called to him. Taichi made a scowl and turned around.
"Yesssssss, Takeru?"
The embarrassed boy stopped short. "I... I... wanted... to see... if you're okay..."
"I AM OKAY!!!" said the brunet. Takeru's meek eyes rose to check the bandage on his nose. Yes, that was the fourth reason Taichi didn't enjoy being alive today.
"Really? I'm glad," the blonde missed completely the impatient tone in Taichi's voice. His optimistic face broke into a smile. "Can I do something for you, Taichi-san?... Lunch?... I can make an omelette. Yamato taught me..." Taichi cringed at the name. "Are you okay, Taichi?" said Takeru worriedly.
"I'm OK. Get going, Takeru. I want to be alone," he said slowly.
"Oh." The glowing face suddenly was clouded with rejection. "I understand. Sometimes when you are alone, you can see everything more clearly, but it only brings more pain..."
Taichi blinked. After all, he reflected sadly, Takeru was experiencing the same torture of being pushed away, and Taichi here wasn't helping the case... "Come inside," he sighed.
The two boys crowded the tiny dark corridor. Odd how Takeru looked in Yamato's old clothes, Taichi thought while working on his boots. It brought so many good memories that the brunet was afraid of doing something mad... Takeru blushed. He had trouble with proper breathing - he had all the symptoms of finding himself in an awkward position forced to share a small room with the object of his longing. And this position suggested juicy naughty thoughts too.
Taichi raised his eyes to the blonde boy too keenly aware of the silence. Takeru looked so much like Yamato in the dark. A smaller version of his friend specially designed to cuddle and kiss and do stuff in small spaces just like this... His eyes seemed darker blue and glistened dangerously from under the golden locks framing his face. Takeru was parting and closing his lips like a fish. Taichi panicked. Oh no! He's gonna make a confession! He stood abruptly, brushing his body against the little blonde. Taichi stared at him in surprise. It turned out that Takeru had grown rapidly into a lanky Ishida type of males, and the brunet found his own chocolate eyes on the same level with blue ones. Yamato... It took his breath away.
"Taichi, may I ask you something?" Takeru craned his neck a bit. His voice wavered. "Is it... is it okay to... love another boy, d'you think?"
Taichi averted his gaze and swallowed guilty. All the nights when he dreamt of Yamato hopeless to reach out and take him and claim with his love... "Well... yeah.... I guess it can't be helped."
Takeru took a deep breath. "Is it okay... to kiss... another boy?"
"Well..." Taichi's mouth went dry. Yamato's kisses... perfect, wet, intense.. Now. Here. "Yeah."
"Would it be okay if you... were loved... by another boy?"
"I'd be hap..!" Taichi began excitedly before realising who was before him and what he wanted. Takeru was not Yamato, clothes didn't count. Darkness here didn't count. Yamato's scent didn't count. He stammered. "Happy... but... I..."
Takeru's voice grew stronger. "Would you like to be kissed... by... by me?"
Taichi's hand reached for the door handle and the door clicked open. Taichi was on the verge of telling Takeru to go away.. Takeru's hot palms stretched out to put a pressure to the brunet's upper arms and the blonde rose on his toes. Demanding blue eyes stared down his scared brown ones and familiar Yamato's musk washed over his nostrils. Taichi took a lungful and his head span with the excess of oxygen.
Permission given, Takeru's lips brushed his and the blue eyes closed in delight. Taichi was dumbstruck. The blonde neither deepened the kiss nor drew away.
Yamato... Taichi almost groaned his name out. His hand, the one that wasn't holding the door ajar, crept behind the boy's head and pulled him into a deep sensual kiss. Tongues met, spit rushed into their mouths. Taichi swept his palate with his tongue causing the boy to draw a sharp breath. Momentarily they parted. Then it struck Taichi.
"Wait, Takeru... I didn't..." But the blonde had already shot out of the door and bolted out of sight. Taichi could hear his rushed panting and steps echoing down the staircase.
Oh, shit! Taichi banged his head on the door. He got to the phone on unsteady legs and dialed the number.
"Koushiro, this is emergency. Meet me in the cafe in thirty minutes. Call up Ken."
A/n Wanna weirder?… ^_- :::::::giggle:::::::