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Thank you, Neko-Chan, yamatoforever, nEo-cHaN, Nine, Ambriel Rose, and everyone who is reading this story! nEo-cHaN, you win, this chapter is dedicated to you, and hugs for Ambriel Rose, who also did a good job of counting how many times I mentioned Yamato. ^_^
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I revised chapters 1-5, 9, 10 of this story, you may want to reread them. This chapter is shorter than I expected, I wanted to get it out before you kill me. ^_^
by Wormmonsoul
Wednesday, June, 27,
Koushirou stared at the glowing computer screen and his fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was currently enlisted in the organization PPL (Persons Pursuing Love) and the rest three members were Taichi, Ken and Hikari. He was stuck with responsibility to write love letters to Mimi. He was supposed to make her fall in love with him. Why? Because Daisuke was in love with Mimi, and Ken wanted Daisuke for himself. And Hikari heard from Miyako that Mimi was no longer in love with Iori. Mimi was a kind of girl who grabbed any available male in sight. So, they had to save Daisuke.
"Kou-chan! Dinner's ready!" his mother called him for the fifth time from the kitchen. (a/n I love Kou-chan's mother!^_^)
"Yeah, coming!" he cried back without glancing away from the screen. Half an hour later his mother entered his room with a tray in her hands. She set his dinner on the table and Koushirou jumped in his chair.
"Mother!" he sighed. "You scared me!"
"I'm sorry, Kou-chan. What are you doing?" she asked gently. Kou-chan threw his computer a killing glance.
"I'm writing a love letter." Koushirou took the chopsticks and vexedly pushed the ball of rice into his mouth. "But I have no idea what to write!"
His mother dreamily looked at him, "Did you try to tell her she's beautiful?"
The redhead blinked at her and said no.
"Who is it, Kou-chan?" she asked gently.
"Well," her son studied the floor. "I meant to tell you someday and maybe I should have done it sooner, but I feared you might find my choice of partner strange..."
"Koushirou, love doesn't know boundaries. It doesn't leave you any choice. There is one thing you must remember - love is blind, my dear poor boy." "Well, then... It's a boy," he blushed fiercely.
"Does he have a name?" she smiled.
"Kido Jyou."
"Oh, it's that handsome tall boy with blue hair?"
"Yes," Koushirou said faintly.
"Oh I see. You don't know how to tell him that you like him? That's why you're writing this letter?"
"No, he kinda knows it."
"Does he like you back?"
"He's not sure..."
"Ohh... Everything will be fine, Kou-chan, I'm sure that you're going to be together!"
Koushirou blushed again and hid his face behind the bowl of rice. His mother patted him on the shoulder and exited the room with a smile. The boy quickly finished his dinner, marveling at his mother's reaction to the news. He typed a few sentences involving Mimi's hair and eyes and growling at his lack of inspiration closed the document. The phone rang. A second later his mother came running into his room, a mysterious grin on her face.
"It's JYOU!" she whispered excitedly. Koushirou's hands trembled as he took the receiver.
"Hi, Jyou," he said faintly.
"Koushirou, how're you? I was wondering if I can come over? I'm in five minutes' walk from your house. May I?"
"S-sure."
"Great." Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Koushirou stared at the wall in shock. The boy of his dreams... is coming over right now! The redhead dashed to the mirror and screamed. His old crumpled pyjamas with stains from orange juice and sauce, his hair that hadn't been brushed since morning, his eyes with dark circles, and this stench from his dirty socks that he forgot to put off for the night - it wouldn't do! He had a date in five minutes!
"MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In precisely five minutes there was a knock at the door and Koushirou ran to open it, his mother running after him with a hairbrush in her hand. The door flung open and Jyou found a shining Koushirou in cool khaki shorts and orange vest in the doorway. Jyou smiled. Koushirou was so open-hearted, not at all like the stiff computer boy he met in the Digital World.
"Hi, Jyou," the redhead led him to his room and gave him a cup of tea. He was blushing fiercely. "So, what's up?"
"Well, exams are over. Thankfully. I wonder what should I do on summer vacations?"
"You can stay for dinner tonight," the genius of Internet coyly suggested.
Jyou took a sip from his cup and looked away. "I can't... I have... an important meeting tonight."
Koushirou's world began to crack and crumble. His worst fear made his head spin fast, he swallowed painfully. What if Jyou had a date? What if Jyou came to say he didn't need him? Although the young man had already told him this once (Koushirou winced in pain), their kiss was real, it gave him hope. Jyou sighed. He really didn't look forward to this kind of talk and he wasn't good with words. As much as he did not intend to hurt Koushirou he felt he'd better tell him the truth.
"Is it a date?" Koushirou asked carefully.
"Yes."
Koushiro hang his head and studied his snowy white tabi; they still had a price tag on them, he was in such a hurry to put on crispy new socks. So, Jyou had a date...
"Jyou..." he said. "Then, our kiss didn't mean anything? You told me you'd think about it and let me know when you are decided," and he added hopelessly. "Did you find me that ugly? Or maybe you don't like me because I'm a boy..."
"This is not your fault, Koushirou. I always... found you very... attractive. This thing... it's not easy to decide. I don't even know what it is like to be with a girl. I'm sorry. Maybe, if she... If she isn't the one for me... " Jyou frowned, "If you wouldn't mind to wait, I'll come back to you."
"Then, you don't love her?" the redhead chewed his nails waiting for the answer. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked!"
"I'd really like to tell you everything for sure, but I don't know."
"Okay, I won't insist. Who is she?" Koushirou said warily.
"Mimi."
"MIMI?!!" he screamed. He stared at Jyou, his left eye twitching. Mimi! That vivacious thief of boyfriends. Mimi! The sly coquette. Mimi!!! The boys-mad screaming fangirl – oh no, that was Jun. But still – Mimi!!!
"You can't," Koushirou gasped. "Not her!"
"Why not?"
Koushirou decided that it was up to him to save Jyou from Mimi's avaricious clutches and – a la guerre comme a la guerre – he was ready to do anything to prevent them from dating.
"She has a boyfriend already!" he said. His ears burned red. Jyou nervously touched his glasses.
"She has? Who is it?
"Daisuke!"
"Daisuke? Motomiya?! He is younger than her. Besides, why would she ask me for a date if she was Daisuke's girlfriend?"
Koushirou blinked.
"They had an argument!" he exclaimed.
"You mean, she's just using me? I don't believe it."
"Of course, she's using you. Look, everyone knows she's with Daisuke. Ask Taichi! No, you don't trust him… Ask Ken! Ask Hikari, yes, she's going to say it with my own words, that Mimi is Daisuke's girlfriend!" Koushirou, panting, stared at the doubtful and somewhat sad expression on Jyou's face. He wanted to convince him so much that he himself believed his lie. "Well?" he said, "Do you want to call Hikari?"
Jyou shook his head and looked down.
"No thanks, Koushirou. I'd better go."
"Won't you stay for dinner?"
"I… I promised to be at hospital – there's something my father wanted to show me." He got up, "You know, Koushirou, even if we can't be more than friends now – I appreciate your sincerity and your love. You are a great person. Thanks for your help – and for tea. Goodbye."
The redhead, stupefied, sat rooted to the bed. He understood very well that if Jyou realized that all that he told him was a lie, he would hate him. His stomach went tight with horror. He wanted to run to Jyou to denounce his words, but the front door had already slammed close. Jyou was gone.
*******
Taichi paced and paced in his room. He was distressed so much that his mother got worried. She believed it was all because of exams. Taichi had other things on his mind – to figure out how to speak to Yamato and find out the identity of the man who picked up Yamato's phone. The best plan that occurred to him was to ask Takeru for help. After all, Takeru was Yamato's brother, it wouldn't be suspicious if he called him. But the original leader wasn't sure what Takeru would demand in return.
"You're a chicken, Taichi! Go and do it already. It's your Yamato who is at stake now," he told himself and stormed away in the direction of Takaishi's apartment.
Takeru was surprised when he opened the door to Yagami Taichi, his crush, who constantly refused him, and the boy who he didn't want to give up on. "Takeru, I need your help," Taichi said.
"I'll do everything for you…"
"Thank you."
"What's wrong?" the blonde asked. They went to the kitchen to have a cold soda.
"You see," Taichi scratched the back of his head. "I really miss Yamato – wait, no, I mean, you know that he went away because of our fight? Well, Ishida-san forbade me to talk with Yamato and I… Look, there's kind of a difficult situation… I have an exam and he has the answers to the test. If I don't get them from him… I will fail my exam. What I mean is, I need you to call him... so that I could ask him… the answers for the test," he finished gloomily, marveling at his ability to tell lies.
"No problem," the little one said cheerfully, "I'll call him right now."
"Takeru, you're a life saver!" the brunette bowed his head.
"But," said the angel. "Promise me something first."
Oh no!
Takeru bitterly sighed. "I know that what I'm going to ask you is absurd, but please, no questions…"
"I see," said Taichi, ready to hear his death sentence.
"Take me please on a date," the blonde blushed just as Taichi felt his jaw drop and his knees buckle.
"On a date?" he echoed in shock. With an affirmative nod from the boy, the soccer star felt like destroying something and quick. Takeru's offer was outrageous! Did he have any choice? Of course, no. "Alright," he gritted his teeth. "Now, let's call Yamato.."
"Wait. I'll do it after the date," Takeru gave a nervous smile. "If we don't hurry now, there won't be any tables in the restaurant!"
Taichi dimly realized that he was being pulled out of the apartment and into the elevator.
"Restaurant?" he said faintly. "But I don't have money – I don't have clothes, and I promised your brother…"
"Promised what?" naive voice of Takeru sounded very close to his ear. "Will you be my slave tonight, Taichi?" Suddenly his lips pressed to the brunette's cheek. Taichi had nothing else to do but to submit. "You're going to pay for me, treat me to dinner, take me home and kiss me," the blonde whispered in his ear. "And I'll call Yamato. Agreed?"
His throat dry like a stone, the brunette gasped, "Agreed."
I promised Yamato not to touch Takeru.
"Wow," said the blonde.
Taichi was trapped in the restaurant with grinning like a shark Takeru opposite him. The waiter served them dessert – a huge sundae for the blonde with icing and a cherry on top and tea for Taichi.
"Don't you want ice-cream, Tai-chan?" Takeru chimed.
"I don't feel like it," he refused and wryly smiled seeing the young boy diminish his dessert. Takeru picked the cherry with his fork and fed Taichi, who swallowed obediently without tasting it.
"It's nice here, isn't it?"
"Yeah," was the weak answer.
"Do you have anything against boys being in love with boys?" the blonde asked all of a sudden.
Good timing, Takeru. We've been sitting here for four hours and you decided to ask if I'm not sick with you. Way to go. Mentally, Taichi took imaginary pompoms and cheered in a sarcastic way. I don't believe that I'm being so blatantly used by a kid.
"No, I don't," he propped his cheek with his fist and thought that right now there wasn't anyone who suffered more that him.
"I'm enamoured with you," Takeru murmured.
"No way. How's that."
"You're always so athletic, gentle and caring. Nobody is half as wonderful as you are. The girls are dreaming of having you as a boyfriend. You're always the best. I looked up to you, and not only I – Daisuke, too. Hikari. Koushirou. You were our strength, our courage, and I still feel that you can win any game."
"Really." Then explain why Yamato is still not mine.
"You're my first love."
"Oh my god."
"I'm finished. Shall we go?" Takeru carefully put his bowl aside. Taichi noticed that the boy was red like tomato, sitting with his head bowed – girlish. When he blushed some people laughed at him. His sandy hair, blue eyes and red face made a very picturesque image indeed.
Yamato also blushes. After he kisses me passionately and I say dirty things to him. When he blushes, his lips seem red and his eyes are cold bright blue.
They stopped outside of Takeru's apartment, and after a second of consideration, the blonde pulled Taichi in the staircase.
"Here," he breathed out.
"What?" the brunette wondered.
"Well… but… can you do it… passionately?" the smaller boy was obviously nervous. It didn't took Taichi long to realize what he was supposed to do.
"You want me to french you?" he winced.
"Please…"
The guy's been watching too much Marmalade Boy or reading Wish too many times.
Taichi driven by his hopeful desire to sweettalk to Yamato, put his hand on the back of Takeru's head and kissed him deeply, reaching his tongue within his mouth. The blonde responded eagerly and they were kissing for several minutes until the door several floors above banged. With a scared sigh Takeru broke away.
Great, Taichi, way to go. Now I hope Yamato never finds out that.
The blonde ran his tongue over his swollen lips. "Er, let's call Yamato?"
"Right."
Takaishi-san was home but busy. Takeru, flushed a pretty bit, took the phone to his bedroom and dialed his grandmother's country house.
"Moshi moshi," the same man as yesterday answered.
Who is this? Takeru mouthed to Taichi. The brunette shrugged.
"My name is Takaishi Takeru, I'd like to speak to oniisan," the boy said.
"You're Takeru? You can leave your message, I'll tell Yamato when I'm finished with him."
Taichi growled.
"No," Takeru patiently explained. "I want to speak with Yamato, please."
"Alright. Yamato, Takeru's here for you. Don't be too long."
"I'll be right back," came the young boy's voice, slightly panting. Taichi grabbed the receiver from Takeru's hand.
"Hey, Ta.."
"It's me," the brunette said breathlessly. The word 'love' was on the tip of his tongue but as long as Takeru stayed nearby, he couldn't say it.
"Oh… What's up?"
Darling, darling, darling! Taichi clenched his fist around the phone, swimming on the waves of pleasure from hearing that voice.
"Remember what we talked about last time I was at your place, Yamato? I miss you…"
"I see. Is that why you are staying so late with Takeru?" Yamato said coldly. The ice in his voice masked fury.
"Wait," Taichi said. "That's not what you think!" That is exactly what he thinks. "I only asked him to call you! I wanted you to tell me something!"
"I am telling you. Don't you touch my brother! I'm telling you that, you brainless little slut!"
"Slut yourself, Yama! Who is that moron of yours?! Why is he picking up the phone and bossing you around like his pet?!!" the brunette slammed a fist into the wall.
"That's none of your damned business!" the blonde spat out.
"What are you on, dammit, Yama?!" he screamed.
"Look, Ta – "
Suddenly there were only annoying beeps in the receiver. Taichi punched in the number again, but the operator kindly informed him that the line was seized at the moment. Obviously, somebody had stopped the call, it was probably that strange man. Taichi stared madly into space. He noticed Takeru blinking at him fearfully from the bed.
"Dammit it all!" he kicked the door open and dashed out from the apartment. It was raining heavily in the street. He began running towards his housing complex.
tsuzuku
Author's Note: Before you kill me, I must say that I like Mimi. She's going to be eviler. Next chapter it's Jyoumi and Daimi. Okay, who is that man staying with Yamato? What is Taichi gonna do next? I can tell you that there is a person who is going to spoil everything, and I've been putting neon signs over the head of that person since forever!
Wormmon: You're giving away the plot.
Me: Right!
I have a friend on FF.net who posted a story but no one reviewed. The name is himitsu, Under Pressure (Yamaken). It's not fair!
I'm already working on the next chapter!!