Digimon is not mine, never ever. Everyone knows that! Hooooooooo!!!!!!!run
away, screaming
This is, however, tend to have yaoi part, means two men's love, doing what the normal couple would, in short word-gay story. If the story idea sickens you, you'd better leave now. I Warn You.
Now let's the story start!
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This was becoming to be the worst morning he had ever had in his life. Taichi thought as he looked down with the black face at the body lying on the bed beside him who obviously still asleep and looked like wouldn't wake up in hours.
Mixture
By Redvind
Okay, first you'd got to think, think! He told himself, but he couldn't get the right out well as he wished. Ouch... How many had he drunk last night? Not much, for sure, it meant the drinks were too strong for him. He wasn't used to get drunk anyway, talk about his job as a bartender! He knew how to make drinks, how they taste, and what kind for the right customer, but he never got drunk and ended up at someone house like this before, never!
"It's alright, Taichi, calm down. It's not a big deal that you are on someone's bed..." he mumbled to himself, closed his eyes tightly shut, tried to make anything clear. "...At someone house or even if you're naked...what?!" he didn't mean to yelp when he opened his eyes and saw his bare skin. To make sure, he grabbed to blanket up slightly to look at...Ah...shit! He was totally naked!
"Wha...what? How? Why?!" he repeated over and over. He was full awake now as if he never felt hang over at all. Then the thing he thought was 'get out of here now and fast!'
Where were his cloths? He looked around; his head spinning like there was a typewriter typed the word 'hurry up' in every part of his brain. He finally found his boxer on his feet, his pants on the side of his company, which he had to tiptoe to keep quiet to pick it up. When he heard some strange noise from the other mouth, it's like his heart would stop right there. Fortunately, his shirt and bow tie was found in front of the door. Less than a minute the browned hair boy pulled the entire outfit on, ready to runaway like a monster chasing him, but stopped dead immediately.
God, please, not yet! Just his imagination, the boy felt like begging. Covered his month and nose by hands, looking over, he waited until the figure on the bed rolled on the other side, back to his peaceful sleep.
What should he do next? Should he just leave the person like this? Maybe he should. He didn't know whom the hell that person was, where on earth he stood now - from the look around, he wasn't in some hotel. Hell...if only he could still remember what had happened last night, even a little, would be great.
Therefor he grabbed a pen and a paper on the desk he saw and jointed a note quickly.
Um...I'm sorry for anything I've done last night, whatever it was. I was not all myself. Hope you will be all right. If I did what shouldn't be done, please forgive me. Call me if anything--just in case--happens. Moony Wings- 257-xxxx
Gotta go. Bye. Yagami Taichi.
There! Might sound lame but fuck it anyway, like he could use his brain correctly now. The brown hair looked over for the last time to the bed, just barely to see the golden hair under the covered before running like hell when he sensed the movement from the blonde.
He didn't feel very well. Thinking of the reason...
Maybe he shouldn't run away from his problem at the first place.
It'd been a week now, but still...He sighed; he's such a coward.
"Taichi-kun!" a voice called him from behind. He turned his head to the direction.
"Yes, master Kano?"
"If you're done throwing the junk, could you please peel potatoes in the crate over here?"
"Hai."
Friday's night came again. For all of the days in a week it was the busiest day. It's like the whole town living would come out having some weird night style life, meeting someone, flirting most of the time, dancing along the music, screaming if it's their favorite band playing, drinking until they're drunk- hardly able to stand by themselves. The nineteen-years-old bartender had seen all. According to his job, he had to stand behind the counter bar, made drink that was requested or what he thought the customers would like. Sometimes he had a conversation with them when they came to talk, or rather babble about their lives. Lots of them knew him by name, as it made easier to order drinks.
Taichi dragged the crate from the kitchen to the back door, and then went in again to grab a knife and enamelware. Sitting by the doorsteps, he started to work, one by one, he peeled the skin then dropped the potato in the enamelware by his side. The potatoes disappeared rapidly. Ah...the last one!
"Finally!" he threw the rinds in a big trash before gathered all...hmmm...nude potatoes to Tashimoto-san, the cook of the club.
"Where should I put them down, Aki-san?" he asked as he used his butt to open the door with the enamelware full of Potato Mountain in his hands.
"Ho, thanks Taichi, over there, please." Tashimoto Aki said, pointed at the table. Taichi did so, thinking about what his sampai would do tonight. The red haired cook was very excellent in his job, guaranteed by half of the town who had eaten his food.
"Anything else I can help?" the younger bartender asked.
"Hummm...yeah, check the drink, make it ready. It's almost time to open the club. Oh! And tell Satoshi he's got to collect the tickets tonight."
Here, the Moony Wings club was an ordinary one, just like the others, but we also lent the bands a place to have concerts. They sold tickets by themselves and just needed to tell us to collect them before letting the audiences in.
"Sure!" then he walked over to the drink bar to start putting bottoms of alcohol. "By the way, which band is playing tonight?"
The bar's in the hall just next to the kitchen-which was the lowest room, with two hinges between them. When the club was in a quite like this, it's easy to talk.
"Umm..." Aki paused, tapping a finger on his chin. "Spider web, I think."
Taichi almost dropped a glass.
It kept slipping in his hands, like an eel, even if it's not wet or slippery. He knew he needed to grab it steadily if he didn't want it broken.
Well, he didn't! But...
Stay stills you damn fucking glass!
Didn't know if it's because the glass didn't listen to him or it hated him so much, the brown hair bartender's wish didn't work.
The fucking glass broke in the sink...loudly.
"You alright? Taichi?" His sampai asked concernedly, he walked out to take a look at the brunette.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm cool, I'm alright. Don't worry. Sorry about the glass, I will clean it up." He grinned, tried to cover how he really felt.
"Oh...okay." The cook eyed him oddly before getting back to work.
Shit!
He wanted to cry.... Oh why? If only he knew, he might have pretended to be sick and called a day off.
It's not like he had anything against their music. Actually, the music was kinda good, their songs were capable, even the members of the band were also nice enough ...well, except one for him, the band lender.
He shivered at the not-so-fond memory.
Then during the whole preparing thing, our boy Taichi began to make a plan to get a life for another day.
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Redvind, me, hello! Everyone there?
This is my new story. Yaoi, yeah, you've been told. Well, I'm a yaoi fan and I do want to have my own story before I accidentally put some yaoi part in my 'never' series [though it would have some hint, .o -if Toei could, so can I.]
Still, it doesn't mean I will stop writing 'never' fic, so don't worry. [Yeah, especially you, my Lady-buddy]
AH! What do you mean you don't care if I don't write it anymore?
Ho, well...
See ya, then
This is, however, tend to have yaoi part, means two men's love, doing what the normal couple would, in short word-gay story. If the story idea sickens you, you'd better leave now. I Warn You.
Now let's the story start!
..........................................................................
This was becoming to be the worst morning he had ever had in his life. Taichi thought as he looked down with the black face at the body lying on the bed beside him who obviously still asleep and looked like wouldn't wake up in hours.
Mixture
By Redvind
Okay, first you'd got to think, think! He told himself, but he couldn't get the right out well as he wished. Ouch... How many had he drunk last night? Not much, for sure, it meant the drinks were too strong for him. He wasn't used to get drunk anyway, talk about his job as a bartender! He knew how to make drinks, how they taste, and what kind for the right customer, but he never got drunk and ended up at someone house like this before, never!
"It's alright, Taichi, calm down. It's not a big deal that you are on someone's bed..." he mumbled to himself, closed his eyes tightly shut, tried to make anything clear. "...At someone house or even if you're naked...what?!" he didn't mean to yelp when he opened his eyes and saw his bare skin. To make sure, he grabbed to blanket up slightly to look at...Ah...shit! He was totally naked!
"Wha...what? How? Why?!" he repeated over and over. He was full awake now as if he never felt hang over at all. Then the thing he thought was 'get out of here now and fast!'
Where were his cloths? He looked around; his head spinning like there was a typewriter typed the word 'hurry up' in every part of his brain. He finally found his boxer on his feet, his pants on the side of his company, which he had to tiptoe to keep quiet to pick it up. When he heard some strange noise from the other mouth, it's like his heart would stop right there. Fortunately, his shirt and bow tie was found in front of the door. Less than a minute the browned hair boy pulled the entire outfit on, ready to runaway like a monster chasing him, but stopped dead immediately.
God, please, not yet! Just his imagination, the boy felt like begging. Covered his month and nose by hands, looking over, he waited until the figure on the bed rolled on the other side, back to his peaceful sleep.
What should he do next? Should he just leave the person like this? Maybe he should. He didn't know whom the hell that person was, where on earth he stood now - from the look around, he wasn't in some hotel. Hell...if only he could still remember what had happened last night, even a little, would be great.
Therefor he grabbed a pen and a paper on the desk he saw and jointed a note quickly.
Um...I'm sorry for anything I've done last night, whatever it was. I was not all myself. Hope you will be all right. If I did what shouldn't be done, please forgive me. Call me if anything--just in case--happens. Moony Wings- 257-xxxx
Gotta go. Bye. Yagami Taichi.
There! Might sound lame but fuck it anyway, like he could use his brain correctly now. The brown hair looked over for the last time to the bed, just barely to see the golden hair under the covered before running like hell when he sensed the movement from the blonde.
He didn't feel very well. Thinking of the reason...
Maybe he shouldn't run away from his problem at the first place.
It'd been a week now, but still...He sighed; he's such a coward.
"Taichi-kun!" a voice called him from behind. He turned his head to the direction.
"Yes, master Kano?"
"If you're done throwing the junk, could you please peel potatoes in the crate over here?"
"Hai."
Friday's night came again. For all of the days in a week it was the busiest day. It's like the whole town living would come out having some weird night style life, meeting someone, flirting most of the time, dancing along the music, screaming if it's their favorite band playing, drinking until they're drunk- hardly able to stand by themselves. The nineteen-years-old bartender had seen all. According to his job, he had to stand behind the counter bar, made drink that was requested or what he thought the customers would like. Sometimes he had a conversation with them when they came to talk, or rather babble about their lives. Lots of them knew him by name, as it made easier to order drinks.
Taichi dragged the crate from the kitchen to the back door, and then went in again to grab a knife and enamelware. Sitting by the doorsteps, he started to work, one by one, he peeled the skin then dropped the potato in the enamelware by his side. The potatoes disappeared rapidly. Ah...the last one!
"Finally!" he threw the rinds in a big trash before gathered all...hmmm...nude potatoes to Tashimoto-san, the cook of the club.
"Where should I put them down, Aki-san?" he asked as he used his butt to open the door with the enamelware full of Potato Mountain in his hands.
"Ho, thanks Taichi, over there, please." Tashimoto Aki said, pointed at the table. Taichi did so, thinking about what his sampai would do tonight. The red haired cook was very excellent in his job, guaranteed by half of the town who had eaten his food.
"Anything else I can help?" the younger bartender asked.
"Hummm...yeah, check the drink, make it ready. It's almost time to open the club. Oh! And tell Satoshi he's got to collect the tickets tonight."
Here, the Moony Wings club was an ordinary one, just like the others, but we also lent the bands a place to have concerts. They sold tickets by themselves and just needed to tell us to collect them before letting the audiences in.
"Sure!" then he walked over to the drink bar to start putting bottoms of alcohol. "By the way, which band is playing tonight?"
The bar's in the hall just next to the kitchen-which was the lowest room, with two hinges between them. When the club was in a quite like this, it's easy to talk.
"Umm..." Aki paused, tapping a finger on his chin. "Spider web, I think."
Taichi almost dropped a glass.
It kept slipping in his hands, like an eel, even if it's not wet or slippery. He knew he needed to grab it steadily if he didn't want it broken.
Well, he didn't! But...
Stay stills you damn fucking glass!
Didn't know if it's because the glass didn't listen to him or it hated him so much, the brown hair bartender's wish didn't work.
The fucking glass broke in the sink...loudly.
"You alright? Taichi?" His sampai asked concernedly, he walked out to take a look at the brunette.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm cool, I'm alright. Don't worry. Sorry about the glass, I will clean it up." He grinned, tried to cover how he really felt.
"Oh...okay." The cook eyed him oddly before getting back to work.
Shit!
He wanted to cry.... Oh why? If only he knew, he might have pretended to be sick and called a day off.
It's not like he had anything against their music. Actually, the music was kinda good, their songs were capable, even the members of the band were also nice enough ...well, except one for him, the band lender.
He shivered at the not-so-fond memory.
Then during the whole preparing thing, our boy Taichi began to make a plan to get a life for another day.
...............................................................................
Redvind, me, hello! Everyone there?
This is my new story. Yaoi, yeah, you've been told. Well, I'm a yaoi fan and I do want to have my own story before I accidentally put some yaoi part in my 'never' series [though it would have some hint, .o -if Toei could, so can I.]
Still, it doesn't mean I will stop writing 'never' fic, so don't worry. [Yeah, especially you, my Lady-buddy]
AH! What do you mean you don't care if I don't write it anymore?
Ho, well...
See ya, then