Author's note: Why I decided to start writing fan fiction during A level year is unclear. Perhaps it's because I just learnt how. To post stories I mean, not write them. Yes, this story is written by a technical moron.

Disclaimer: Current state, digimonless

Warnings: Yaoi, fluff. Don't mind flames, would just make my life more interesting.

She Asked Him First

Chapter 1: If only...

Taichi Yagami looked wistfully at the blonde and the carrot top sitting side by side underneath a tree. An ideal class couple. A normal guy-girl relationship to say the least. Taichi sighed and surreptitiously tried to get as many glances over as possible. Not very easy considering that he was eating lunch with a bunch of soccer jocks. Plus the fact that the window didn't present a clear view of the outside.

He had really tried not to be jealous, tried to be happy for his female soccer counterpart and the love of his life. He loved them both, really. And if you loved someone, wouldn't you want that someone to be happy? Then why the guilt, the difficulty in not blushing when hanging out with Sora or Yamato? Truth is, he wanted Yamato for himself.

"What's up?" Takeshi exclaimed, torn between amusement and exasperation, "Quit spacing already!"

"Huh? Sorry, what did you say?" Taichi replied apologetically.

"For the fourth time... Taichi!"

If only I had confessed before Sora, I wouldn't have to wonder...

"Taichi! You listening?"

"Yeah."

"Give me fifty bucks."

"Yeah."

Taichi looked up, startled, as the whole table burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Taichi asked, annoyed, wanting to be let in on the joke.

What would he have thought? What would he have said? Even if he didn't feel for me the way I feel for him, surely he wouldn't discount all the times we had? Would we still be friends? But what if... what's the point? He's not with me now is he

Sure, it hurts. They walk to school together everyday, him holding her hand, her, trying to make him laugh. Yamato has lightened up a lot after the stints in the digital world. But it was still no mean feat make him laugh. Usually a pained smile or a grimace if the joke was really flat but a laugh was rare.

There they were, walking together after school. Yamato was going to send Sora home before going for band practice. One hand supported his guitar, casually slung over his shoulder. The other hand held Sora's, a perpetual stab in a certain brown-haired boy's heart. The expression on Yamato's face was tender, not quite a smile, but one could see the affection it contained. Taichi quickly turned away when Yamato chanced to glance at his direction, prepared to chat animatedly to whoever was beside him.

"Aren't you in my... one of my classes?" He tried hopefully. I am such a moron.

"I doubt it. I don't remember any of my classes having attention deprived desperados." The girl (whoever she was) responded acidly before stalking off.

"Taichi?" A familiar baritone voice called uncertainly.

"Hey guys!" Taichi made towards them as if having just spotted them.

Oh yes, I'm a great, pretennnnnder...

"I thought I saw you looking at us but you turned away, wasn't sure it was you." Yamato looked inquiringly at Taichi, Sora by his side trying not to laugh for some reason.

"Yeah? I didn't notice ha ha ha!" Taichi ran his hand through his hair in what he hoped was a casual manner.

"You just never change do you?" Sora giggled.

Yamato just rolled his eyes in mock contempt. "So what's up with you today?"

"Soccer practice. Then homework I guess."

"Oh. Won't bother you then." They turned to go.

"See you tomorrow." Taichi had to work hard to mask the longing in his eyes, as they turned round to wave.

Disappointment flared though Yamato as he walked Sora back. He had been hoping to spend more time with Taichi, have a good long talk maybe. Taichi was the only person he felt comfortable with other than Sora. They could chat for hours on end and not even feel the time go by. It was different with other people. He instinctively clammed up. Never with Taichi though.

Even his passion for music could not disguise his melancholy that day. Or the months before that for that matter. It usually surfaced whenever he didn't get the opportunity to spend time with his best friend.

We barely spoke for more than two sentences...

His band mates noticed of course. The brooding, the distracted look that clouded his eyes made it more than obvious. However, Yamato being Yamato always insisted that he was fine. Anyway, he never let the band down and was always on par during practices and gigs so they figured it was no big deal.

Taichi called him that evening after dinner. Needed help with a math problem.

Don't you want to just talk

"Yeah, 0.25 should be the answer. Anything else?"

"Nah, I won't hold you up. I know you call Sora everyday."

Do you have to be so considerate you moron? I can always call her later.

"Sure, bye. And you owe me tuition fees for the past years as well."

There was a chuckle on the other end before Taichi hung up. Oh well, perhaps it was just as well. He wouldn't want Taichi thinking he was desperate for his companionship or something.

That night, Sora hugged a pillow to her stomach, staring up at the bedroom ceiling, unable to sleep. The conversation with Yamato had been pleasant, but a sense of something missing gnawed at her. He was forever cordial and engaging but she still wasn't satisfied. A hot surge of guilt ran through her. There was nothing wrong with Yamato. Ever since he agreed to date her, he had been nothing short of perfect. Regular dates, regular phone calls, the occasional treat where he baked for her. So why the need for something more?

She laughed as she recalled how she and Taichi managed to persuade Yamato to play tennis. He had grumbled incessantly when the hot sun caused him to sweat, making the gel run. His hair had wilted like a three-day-old rose. He had stormed off when Taichi mentioned that less than flattering analogy, leaving "you jocks to play by yourselves. I'll only ruin the game." Two sets later, they went into the reception room of the sports complex to find Yamato planted under the air-conditioner still attempting to rescue his hair. Taichi had doubled up with laughter, earning himself a kick in the shin.

We had lots of fun then. I know Yamato did too even if he insisted he wasted the whole bloody day.

Yamato was very casual around her. She was probably the only person he never scowled at. She felt honoured that he was so at ease around her. The only other person he was that comfortable with was Taichi but there was always the endless banter, exchange of insults, punches to the shoulder... Boys.

Okie there you have it. By the way, I'm totally discounting the fact that the barrier or whatever between the real world and digital world was erased and everybody got a digimon and lived happily ever after ending. Totally destroys the novelty doesn't it? Till next time, jya ne!