Disclaimer: Digimon doesn't belong to me.
Pairings: There is a different pair for each drabble, so here are as follows:
Drabble 11 (Friday): Koumi: sprinkles-chan
Drabble 12 (Dirt): Taiora: sprinkles-chan
Drabble 13 (Metaphors): Michi: sprinkles-chan
Drabble 14 (Starfish): Kouzumi: Aestivate
Drabble 15 (Karma): Takari: sprinkles-chan
Drabble 16 (Magic): Sorato:Aino Yuy
Drabble 17 (Smitten): Takerine: Dark Qiviut
Drabble 18 (Bedtime Story): Sorato: sprinkles-chan
Drabble 19 (Permission): Junchi: KoumiLocc
Drabble 20 (Lunchtime): Taichi x Sora x Yamato Friendship
Warnings: Slight AU, Hetero, OOC, mild humor, and mild angst.
Review Responses:
Aestivate – Hope you like your Kouzumi drabble! I had a somewhat hard time writing time writing it since I wasn't sure what to write it around. The idea hit me though, when I was just browsing through the web and I immediately got to work.
Aino Yuy – It's fine if you only read a few of my drabbles. I put down the order and what pairs they were so if you didn't want to run into a drabble about a pair you didn't like, you could skip! And I'm glad you found the Pranayama drabble short and sweet, that was the effect I was going for. I hope you like your Sorato drabble, I made two. One for sprinkles-chan and one for you. And I'm sorry, but I didn't quite understand your Taichi x Sora x Yamato request. Did you want a friendship, a triangle, or something else? I think you probably wanted a triangle, and if so, I'll make sure to write one out in the next chapter.
Dark Qiviut – Thanks, I liked writing the Daimi drabble too (I have this thing for flowers and that idea just popped up). I'm sorry, but I had a bit of trouble of writing your Takethrine, so it might've come out slightly bad and a bit mushier than intended. If you had something else in mind, then feel more than free to tell me. You can always ask for the same pair again. Or something different.
Koumi Locc – I'm sorry, but I didn't add any Koumi in the first drabble chapter because I wanted to make a Takarisuke friendship ficlet and I had already written all those other drabbles before. I've got a Koumi drabble in here now though, dedicated to sprinkles-chan even though you probably wanted it just as bad, so I guess you can say it's dedicated to both of you. I also wrote your Taijun for you also and I hope you like it!
Mia Kamiya – Thanks, I am so glad you like the Takeru x Hikari x Daisuke friendship one, and I had a lot of fun writing that. I just wish my friend would think to give me a birthday present like that :giggle: Course, I had a lot more fun writing the Kenyako one, since it's just so fun to be in Daisuke's head.
Nightshadegirl – I am SO sorry! I can't grant your Myotismon x Taichi drabble, because I can't write a Crossbreed pair since I've got more practice with Chosen pairs so I'm not that good at writing it, it has nothing to do with disliking the pair or anything like that. I'll be more than happy to make it up to you though. Is there another pair you want me to do a drabble on? It can be a het, shounen ai, or shoujo ai, I really don't mind. Feel free to make a suggestion.
Nimbirosa - :blush: You are just too nice. Really, I haven't had someone call me talented or tell me they loved my stuff in ages. I can always count on you to make me feel modest. Anyways, I hope you liked reading the drabbles last chapter, and that you'll like the ones in this chapter too! Feel free to make your own requests!
sprinkles-chan – Oh that's fine, you can make as many requests as you want, just not as many as 10 since I have to leave -some- options for the others. And I'm sorry, but I was struggling a bit with the Koumi request, so if it's not quite what you had in mind I won't mind taking another request from you. I wrote out your Takari, Taiora, Sorato, and Michi drabbles, which I hope you like!
Anyways, hope you all like your drabbles. Feel free to make more requests on any couple you want (hetero, shounen ai, shoujo ai).
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Pasture of Circe
Drabbles 11 – 20: Topaz
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Friday: Koumi
Request: sprinkles-chan
TGIF, the acronym of life.
It was discovered on a gloomy Thursday rainy day in America with the sky turning a sickening gray color and the drops coming out in little pitter patters, that she had fallen in love.
Usually not a quiet girl, she found herself silent as she leaned her head against the glass window, breathing in and out, watching the rain through a haze of oxygen disappearing and reappearing again and again. Usually not an observant girl, she found herself watching the colorless raindrops touch her window sill before bursting into smaller droplets of water before running down the outside walls and vanishing from her view.
Usually not a lovesick girl (okay, maybe that one wasn't necessarily true), she found herself thinking of dark eyes so black that seemed bottomless and red hair only two shades lighter than the brightest kind of blood. She found herself remembering pale skin that seems to fit in right with the bright sunlight.
It's raining now. There is no sunlight.
But the thought of a laptop seems to brighten the sky just a little bit.
The girl smiled slightly, walking away from her window sill, and while fingering a small cotton candy lock, she found out she missed him. Dearly.
Glancing across the small room, she noticed her computer sitting on the desk. A grin popped on her face and she walked across the room to go and turn it on.
It was a discovered a day later, on a sunny Friday in Japan with the sky turning into a striking shade of light blue and heat making it perfect for ice cream, that he had fallen in love.
Usually not a noisy boy, he found himself jabbing the keyboard of his laptop, the clink and clank of his typing the only sound in the confinements of his room. Usually not an oblivious boy, he missed the ching on his computer, telling him he had received an email, and instead choosing to continue typing up his report on something as boring as earthworms.
Usually not an aloof boy (well, most of the time anyway), he found himself trying to clear the images of pink hair the color of cotton candy and liquid eyes the lightest shade of brown that seemed to pierce right through you. He wasn't trying to think about it. He was not even trying to think of a wonderful white skin that had a nice light tan, seeming to fit the girl perfectly.
No.
He would not think about her. He would not think about how much he (might've) possibly missed her.
Momentarily stopping his typing, he finally took notice of the email on the laptop. The boy clicked on it to read the message.
Hey Koushiro! How are things in Odaiba? I miss you.
He smiled and typed. But this time, he typed a response because he knew she wanted one from him.
Miss you too Mimi.
End.
Notes On Drabble: I couldn't exactly find the right words for a Koumi drabble, and I had to rewrite this two or three times, but I'm still not completely happy with it. Eh, I hope you stilllike it at least sprinkles-chan! I had an easier time writing your other drabbles, so you'll probably enjoy those more.
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Dirt: Taiora
Request: sprinkles-chan
It all grows from the tiniest seed.
Gardening is very hard work.
She does not enjoy gardening that much, and sometimes even thinks it as annoying as knitting, which is a silly girlish thing she hopes never to do. But gardening is somewhat okay to her, because even though she despises the hard work where she has to dig the soil and do this in the heat and water everything, she likes to bury the seed into the dirt and watch her hands get dirty because she does not wear gloves.
"I didn't know you liked to garden." He said one time, coming around to visit her and instead found the girl digging into the dirt with no shovel and gloves. Just her fingers, fingernails, and her. And him too.
She shrugs. "Our flowers have to come from somewhere."
He understands and does not ask anymore questions choosing instead to crouch down beside her and watch her fingers turn the color of her hair as she digs, digs, and digs deeper and deeper. He does not see a seed in her hand and is not sure whether she even has one at all.
"Don't your fingers hurt that way?" He asks curious.
She shrugs again, but stops for a second as if actually listening to his unheard advice and he sees her produce a seed out from nowhere which she drops it into the hole. She moves to place the dirt back but he stops her and does it himself, letting her watch for once.
She watches his rough tan hands gently brush the dirt back into the hole so carefully, as if the slightest hard push would destroy everything. It strikes her that he is actually a gentle boy. She did not know this before.
She learns something new about him everyday it seems.
He's stopped putting the dirt back into the hole, gently patting the dirt, those brown eyes of his fixed on the soil and nothing else. This makes her feel odd for some strange reason.
"Aren't you going to water it?" She asks.
He grinned. "I can't do all your work. Besides, I don't even have any water with me." He pointed out.
Somehow, that made her blush. She wasn't used to him being right for once. Glancing to her left, she took the water and poured some onto the soil, and they both watched it turn to mud. Then she turns back to him, a silent question on her lips that she dare not ask out loud. He merely answers by bending his head down and brushing his lips against hers.
His mouth tastes of glass and dirt, but she is more than happy with the flavor because she finds that gardening is actually quite enjoyable.
Perhaps he can help her plant more seeds later.
End.
Notes On Drabble: Hmm, I think it seems a bit angst-y in a way, but I hope you guys still like it! And yes, I know that it seems somewhat improbable that Sora would ever do any gardening, but it just seemed like a good idea. Hope you like it sprinkles-chan!
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Metaphors: Michi
Request: sprinkles-chan
Confessions of love are brought to a whole new level.
The pink haired girl grumbled.
The caramel skinned boy yawned.
"Oh come on, I thought this was supposed to over hours ago Mimi!" The burgundy haired boy complained, leaning back into his chair.
The pale skinned girl swerved around her seat, fixing a very scary glare on the boy, who immediately eeped! at the sight of it and slumped into his seat. Satisfied at the reaction, the girl turned back to her desk and the paper that laid on it, sighing as she pinked up the sheet and read through it.
Dearest Taichi,
I adore everything about you. I love your brown wonderful chocolate eyes, your wonderful tan skin that makes you look like some sort of wonderful Greek God or an Adonis. I dream about your wonderful kisses, which probably taste like-
"AARGH!"
That being yelled, Tachikawa Mimi chucked the paper into the wastebasket beside her (where many, many, many other crumpled pieces of paper lay) and got out a new sheet of paper, gnawing so hard on her eraser that it threatened to break off and have her swallow it.
"Daisuke! Help me already you dummy!" She grumbled, fixing another glare (though not as scary) on the bored boy.
The boy immediately consented. "Gee, I dunno know Mimi. How am I supposed to help you get Taichi?" Well, almost consented. It was more like question the girl's authority not that either noticed. One was too busy trying to write a good love letter and the other was trying to help. Sort of.
"Geez, I dunno Daisuke, but you better offer some good advice right now!" Mimi growled, turning on the boy with obvious intent of killing the boy slowly and painfully unless he offered something even halfway helpful.
The younger Motomiya realized this quickly, attempting to put himself into a thinking pose and suggest something that at least sounded smart.
"Well," He started smiling nervously, danger signs shouting in his head to run away while he still could. "You could uh, associate your letter with things Taichi likes. Maybe it'll put you in his favor." Daisuke shielded his hands in front of himself, so as to protect himself if Mimi ever decided to kill him in her homicidal rage.
Instead, the boy found absolutely silence. Daring to open his eye, he found the girl actually looking like she was thinking about his suggestion. Well, there is a first time for everything.
"You know what Daisuke," The girl started slowly, as if the idea was still turning around her head. "I think that's actually a pretty good idea. Everyone knows Taichi is mad about two things. Soccer and food! I can write about food in my love letter! Yeah, I can do food metaphors!" Mimi looked starry eyed, as if the idea was just prefect.
"…er…come again?"
"Oh you know, I can tell Taichi that is the apple in my apple pie!"
"Uh Mimi, I-"
"The fruit in my fruitcake!"
"Er-"
"The cucumber I like to pickle!"
"You-"
"The peas in my pod!"
"I-"
"The cheese in my Ritz cracker sandwich!"
This, Daisuke decided, was the reason he spent most of his time hanging with boys instead of girls – or whatever you called Tachikawa Mimi.
He wondered if Mimi was ever doing to actually going to write her letter to his idol.
End.
Notes On Drabble: This was the drabble I had tons and tons of fun writing. The idea just came to me when I was just finished with the Taiora drabble, so I immediately got to writing. This is slightly AU, since you'll have to pretend Mimi still lives in Odaiba with the others. And I made Daisuke say "dunno" instead of "don't know" because I'm simply writing it like it's pronounced. I mean, it's usually "lemme" instead of "let me".
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Starfish: Kouzumi
Request: Aestivate
Koko wa tojuu nandatte shinjitai…
"Starfish Kouji, are the most fascinating creatures." She told him one day.
He pretended at the time not to be interested but he and her both knew he wanted to hear more. So much more.
She obeys his unheard request. "Back where I lived, there were tons of starfish in the beaches where I swam. They looked really beautiful you know? The most wonderful vivid colors and patterns printed on their bodies." Her head turned towards him to look him in the eye, making him falter for the tiniest moment in time.
The notion that he is afraid escapes her, and she simply goes onto her explanation. "I had to do a report on starfishes once back in school. I found out that starfish have no front or back. Cool huh? And they can still move in any direction without turning. Weird right?" She asks, but does not expect an answer.
She knows him too well. He doesn't want her to know him too well because he is simply not used to her growing up. He doesn't want her to grow up. He doesn't need her to grow up. So therefore, she must not grow up. Because if she grows up she'll leave him behind and she'll never trail behind, instead in front and that is something he cannot deal with.
"Starfish can also regrow their legs you know. As long as it has it's," Here, she took a deep breath as if she needed one. "It's center. It's soul."
He finds her looking back at him again and that falter in him turns into an earth shattering earthquake. Not that she notices.
She just goes on to say one more thing to him. "Starfish Kouji, remind me of you." Here, she reaches her hand across to tentatively offer it to him as if to say I'm not going anywhere.
All he can do is simply grab onto it, making it quickly become his only anchor with the warmth filling him whole. He realizes that she is growing up, but he's okay with it now because he knows he is too.
Her eyes look like the ocean.
End.
Notes On Drabble: Hmm, I'm not exactly sure when or where this takes place. And I'm sorry if Izumi was too OOC and it's a bit angst-y, but it was just too hard since the last time I saw 04 was back on vacation in America, and that was only a handful of episodes. Sorry Aestivate, this was a bit shorter that the others I think, I just couldn't seem to make it longer. The translations are at the bottom!
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Karma: Takari
Request: sprinkles-chan
What goes around comes around.
The first time he kissed her, she didn't kiss back.
It had been a cool autumn morning and he was walking her home after school because it seemed like the right thing to do. They strolled down the cement in companionable silence, the kind that only exists between the closest of friends. And they were the closest of friends.
"Takeru," A quiet voice said his name, making him turn to face his cohort. "I want to know something." She stated tiredly, like she just woke up from a deep slumber and wanted to go back to it.
He blinked in surprise. "What do you want to know Hikari?" The fact that his best friend was asking him something shocked him slightly, since he was used to his friend always knowing everything. He was the one that always asked everything and she was the one that always answered.
"I want to know what a kiss feels like." She stopped walking when she asked her questioned and instead looked up at the blonde.
His blue eyes widened in surprise again, but he still managed to answer. He just answered by dipping his head down slowly and pressing his lips against her. She didn't move when this all happened, standing still as if waiting for it and frozen as if not sure what do with it.
The boy remembered that kissing Hikari as a very unusual act. Her lips usually looked pink and shiny, but in reality they felt dry with the seams slightly cracked. There was usually a faint scent of lilac and sunflower around her, but she tasted very plain and normal with a hint of something hot and sour.
She wasn't kissing him back either. Just simply standing there with her hands by the side and feet on the ground with her eyes open, not particularly with surprise either. They were just open.
His were open too and even though they were looking right into her they could not see her.
They both pulled back at the same time and it was not because they ran out of air.
"Is that what a kiss really feels like Takeru?"
He wanted to scream out well duh but refrained for her sake. For his sake. For their sake. The blonde realized at the moment that they had quietly stepped over an imaginary borderline, and whether they knew it or not was irrelevant. Very, very irrelevant.
So instead, all he did was nod. "Yes Hikari."
"Oh." Is all she said but that alone made him wonder if she knew something he didn't. But that was probably true since she's always known more than him. Even when they were little kids, she was the wise one in the group and he was the crybaby. It's still like that. Somewhat.
"Takeru," that voice said again which only made him turn back. Again. "I want another kiss."
So he smiled, and dipped his head – but she stopped him, instead making herself bend up and press her lips against his in another chaste hot and sour kiss. And this time though, he kissed back.
Because it is not destiny that binds them together. It is karma.
End.
Notes On Drabble: I think this was also a bit angst-y, but I tried to keep it somewhat lighthearted. I tried to give Takari a slightly different feel, since it was my very first time writing one, and I just didn't want to go down that 'they're meant to be' road, since Takari actually has a lot of potential if people wouldn't cliché it so much (not that all people do that). Anyways, tell me whether you like it or not sprinkles-chan! Next drabble's Aino Yuy's Sorato!
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Magic: Sorato
Request: Aino Yuy
The key to pulling the rabbit out of your hat.
He doesn't believe in magic.
He doesn't believe in a lot of things it seems, but magic is a different little something entirely. The idea of it just bothers beyond belief, even though he has no idea why. But he does know that even when he was young and trying to survive in a world where reality did not exist, he still believed that magicians were nothing but a phony.
She believes in magic though, and that for some strange reason, does not bother him in the least. She takes him to a lot of magic shows, just the two of them and their shadows, and she makes him watch the funny looking men in capes pull out animals out of their strange hats and perform lame card tricks. He knows that she likes it though, eats it up and adores it, and the fact alone scares and amuses him.
"You do know they're nothing but a phony right?" He asked before, not sure if she actually knew this.
He was surprised however, when she simply laughed softly, shaking her redhead hair and looking at him with those orange kind of eyes.
"You do know I don't particularly care right?" She simply responded with a smile and her own question.
He rolled his eyes and they never talked about phonies again.
Still, she continues to drag him to magic shows made for kids. She's never brought the others along though, not even their mutual best friend with the big hair or anyone else. She only brings him along, and they hide in the big crowds (still standing out because everyone else is a toddler) while she makes sure he doesn't fall asleep from boredom.
She has absolutely nothing to worry about though. Because even though he doesn't believe in it, the idea and the fantasy and the realism keeps him awake, keeps him full of wonder and something maybe even akin to awe – not that he'll ever admit it. He'll never admit that it drives him mad he can't figure out how the funny dressed men are able to make candy out of paper or how the milk disappears when they suck their thumb. He'll never admit to anything.
He does admit though, to not believing in it.
"I don't believe in magic." The boy said to her one day with his pretty angel eyes glinting madly and something fierce inside them.
She answers again, but this time she chooses instead to bend up to him with a half lidded gaze and a lazy smile on her face with her voice filled with something hazy that he cannot identify. He doesn't even think about trying though. Perhaps it is magic.
"I believe in magic."
And he is more than fine with that because he believes that she's got enough belief about magic for the both of them.
End.
Notes On Drabble: I'm not sure where this thing came from. All I remember is thinking about how cute it would be for Sora to drag Yamato to magic shows and this thing kind of wrote itself. And the part about the milk trick was just a part of a memory I had a long time ago, when I had my seventh birthday party and they performed that trick. It was wicked cool (at least back then).
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Smitten: Takethrine
Request: Dark Qiviut
I love you I love you I love you I love you…
He blushed the first time he saw her. Honestly.
She just looked so doll like, so cute and soft, so pretty. With all those wonderful golden curls running down her back and framing her heart shaped face. Not to mention her small blue eyes with a color that bettered his brother's, let alone his. And her skin seemed like a nice whitish color fit for the French girl, and he truthfully couldn't picture the color on anyone else, not even his best friend Hikari (who had a light tan anyway so).
There was just something that drew him into her. It wasn't just her looks either. She had an air of sophistication around her, mixed with sweetness and kindness. And she always seemed to do everything with manners; nothing was ever mean if it came from her. And even with all those wonderful traits around her, there was also something hidden that captivated him and trapped him there. Though he had no qualms about escaping.
Whenever she smiled though, it was like he literally turned to mush.
And well, when Taichi kissed her, he certainly wasn't jealous. Of course not. He just resolved that if he couldn't beat up the original goggle bearer then he had better put in some more vigor into his arguments with the second one. Something tugged at him though, when the group had to leave her, when he had to leave her. The need to say something filled him but there was no time and before he knew it, she was gone.
He smiled the second time he saw her. Honestly.
She was no longer doll like, no longer so cute or soft, no longer so pretty. Her golden curls had straightened themselves (but only slightly) and turned into a deeper blonde color (but only slightly). They still framed her face though. And her eyes had only gotten slightly bigger, her color only brighter. But her skin was still that impeccable shade of white though, still reserved for only her. She wasn't pretty anymore, she had grown up.
She was beautiful.
Her personality hadn't changed one bit though, something that only made him smile wider and leave him smitten once again.
"Je t'aime," He breathed into her ear one day in France, his voice hoarser and huskier than he had originally intended. The boy was hugging her, his arms curled around that waist and that air around him.
She simply drew back slightly, but still held him in her arms too.
"Aishiteru wa."
End.
Notes On Drabble: Yes, yes, fine laugh at me all you want okay, I just made the mushiest drabble in drabble history. Hmph. Anyway, I hope you like it Dark Qiviut (really, just ignore the total OOC and it'll be fine) since all I remember about Catherine is her looks, and how impressed Taichi, Takeru, and Takeru's grandfather were with them (I don't even remember where Taichi really did kiss her). I also know that Japanese people usually don't say 'I love you' a lot, using their manners and feelings instead, but Takeru's got French roots so it's okay. Translations are at the bottom, but you guys probably already know what they said.
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Bedtime Story: Sorato
Request: sprinkles-chan
Confessions of love are said in a letter. Marriage proposals are said in a prison cell.
"Dad, I don't want to go to sleep!" The younger blonde protested as he tried to wiggle out of his bed, only to be pushed back because of his father and sister.
The older redhead glared at her brother, unable to believe she was actually related to the guy. "Will you be quiet you dummy!" Turning back to their father she turned a 180 on her personality. "Daddy, won't you please get me another separate bedroom? And while you're at it, please tell me this kid is actually adopted." She said as an after thought.
The older blonde chuckled at his daughter's antics, reaching over to ruffle both of his kid's hair.
"Now, now kids, what have I told you about getting into arguments right before bedtime," He warned half playfully. "Remember, you won't get a bedtime story and you'll both have to sleep with your mother and me." Not that we'd ever really make them do that but still…
The redhead and the blonde both gave simultaneous gasps of fright before clasping their hands together, putting on their best puppy dog looks and trying to make it seem like real halos were appearing on their heads.
"Please dad, you can't tuck in your two most favoritest children without giving them a bedtime story!" The younger blonde protested as adorably as he could.
Yamato sighed, wondering just what he did to deserve these two things. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you another bedtime story. Which one do you want to hear for tonight?"
The redhead jumped up in excitement as she blurted out her suggestion. "Ooh! Ooh! I want the one where you ask mommy to go out with you the first time! Please daddy!" The girl pouted playfully.
The boy blonde however glared at her sister before turning back to his dad. "No way, that one's boring! You only give out the boring mushy," his nose scrunched up disgusted at the word. "Details! I want the one where you tell us how you proposed to mommy in jail!"
The girl's eyes brightened. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that one. Tell us dad please!"
Yamato chuckled. "Okay, okay. If you really want that story, then you guys absolutely have to promise to sleep right after I'm finished. Alright?" Seeing both his children nod, the man took a deep breath and retold his tale.
"Alright, so I and your mother had been going out for a year and a half, and for our anniversary I was planning to take her for dinner at a really nice restaurant after a walk in the park. I wanted that that date to be extra special since I was planning on proposing in the restaurant (had the ring and everything). So anyways, your mom and I were taking our stroll in the park when all of a sudden; this girl just jumped out of nowhere and attacked her!
I was shocked frozen solid; I didn't have any idea what to do! Your mother was holding up pretty well, I really had no idea she could kick and hurt people so well. Anyways, I tried to pry the girl off Sora, but it the girl seemed to have a one track mind, she just wouldn't budge! Good thing though, a police officer noticed the fight and was able to pull off the girl. Not a good thing: we managed to get arrested for causing a brawl in public, despite the fact no one was even there. But whatever.
They had us separated into different jail cells; your mother on my left, the other girl on my right, and me in the center. I later found out later, after listening to your mother having a rather vulgar conversation with the attacker, that the girl was actually an old fan of mine when I was in the Teen-Age Wolves, and was actually blaming Sora that she had supposedly 'forced me to quit.' Puh-lease, even Taichi knew I quit because I wanted to just do something other than sing forever. It was totally my choice.
So anyways, I was stuck with my girlfriend on side (literally) arguing with an old maniac fan on the other (literally) with absolutely no idea what to do, so I shouted out the first thing that popped into my head, which turned out to be, "Sora, marry me!"
After I shouted out my proposal, there was total silence. Not even the other jailers who were watching and talking about us (I swear, prison is even more of a gossip place that school was) were saying anything. After a few moments though, your mother sputtered, "C-Come again?"
I was totally nervous then. I had no idea what to say in response! I mean, I had this great speech planned out and everything, but that was for when I was going to say it in a restaurant, not a jailhouse! So all I could do was stutter out another, "W-Will you marry me Sora?"
And you know what she said? She said yes. Just like that, no hesitations; exactly the reason why I love your mother so darn much. So after both our parents split the cost of the bail and got us out of jail (leaving that maniac girl behind), we right away had a lovely modern Japanese wedding and everything. And that kids, is the story of how I proposed to your mother and everything." Ishida Yamato looked up at his kids, both of who were already asleep.
He smiled at them, because he finally had everything he ever needed.
End.
Notes On Drabble: Okay, now this was LONG. Longer than my Kenyako one. This is most definitely a vignette since it's like 900 words. I couldn't help it, the thing just kept on going when I had the idea. I admit it, I shamelessly stole the idea from a Harry Potter fic, and I'd tell you what it was but I honestly can't remember. Anyway, I never really said the names of Yamato's and Sora's kids. This is mainly because I forgot what their names were. Silly me. So if someone could tell me or you can just do whatever.
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Permission: Junchi
Request: KoumiLocc
Because promises must always be kept and Yagami Taichi is certainly no exception.
"Taichi, I have a very important matter to discuss with you," said Motomiya Daisuke gravely in the middle of a Chosen meeting (with both the old and new).
The said brunette paused in his intense conversation with his blonde best friend to turn and stare at his worshipper – er I mean, - incredibly devoted fanatic of his. Wait, that's not much better. Oh well.
"What's the matter Daisuke?" Yagami Taichi asked bewildered.
Daisuke took a deep breath and fiddled with the goggle straps, appearing quite nervous before a determined look appeared. "Look Taichi, I need to talk to you about my sister."
Taichi blinked. "Jun? What about her?"
Daisuke crossed his arms. "If you're going to be going out with her Taichi, I expect you be a lot more kind and acknowledgeable about her."
It was then that silence filled the entire room.
The two tan skinned boys didn't seem to notice it all that much (they didn't even notice they had a rather big audience watching them). One was going into parental mode and the other was just completely freaked out.
"I'm sorry Daisuke, would you mind repeating that, since I'm not all that sure I understand." The brunet sputtered out, unable to believe his friend was actually saying this.
"If you're going to be dating Jun I want you to be a lot more respectable towards her." The second goggle bearer repeated to the first.
Taichi was absolutely sure he was hearing things. He had to be.
"Daisuke, where on earth did you ever get the idea that me and your sister are dating?"
"Well, you're in love with her aren't you?"
"I am not!"
"Oh puh-lease, you're totally gone for her. Every time we go meet for a soccer session you ask if Jun is there, and you look like someone's kicked you when I say no. You also appear to be coming to my a lot more than usual lately, and yet you never really do anything with me, more content to go searching for my sister. There's also the fact that you're trailing after her like a little puppy with doe eyes." Daisuke eventually finished his long explanation.
"Oh," was all Taichi could say.
Daisuke sighed. "Taichi look, I may not have as good of a relationship with Jun as you do with Hikari, but I still care about her. And I know that you'd never even think of purposely trying to hurt my sister, so I just want you to promise me one thing."
"And what's that?"
"Tomorrow, I want you to tell her how you feel."
And tomorrow was the day he did.
End.
Notes On Drabble: Okay, now this one was just plain weird. I have managed to give Daisuke, Taichi, AND Jun a whole new level of OOC. Hmm, and just what happened to their audience is what I want to know. Heh. :looks sheepish: Well, I hope you liked it KoumiLocc. Next up is the very last drabble of the chapter, the Taiorato Friendship one! If you absolutely loathe huge doses of OOC, I wouldn't suggest to reading that one.
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Lunchtime: Taichi x Sora x Yamato Friendship
Request: None
Paranormia gives you the most…unusual kind of heebie-jeebies.
It was going to eat him.
It was going to first slowly mutate into some disturbing and SCARY mutant creature-thingymubober. Then, the SCARY mutant creature would terrorize all of Odaiba, wreaking havoc with all it's SCARIness. And it would make him its slave, making him every little thing of his bidding (and then it would eat him of course). All of Odaiba would fall down forever because this SCARY thing was able to destroy it! To kill it! To demoli-
"Taichi stop trying to burn wholes into your sandwich."
The brunette pouted. Silence reigned. For two seconds.
"But Sora, just look at it," Taichi protested. "It's all evil and everything! It's looking at us, don't you see it! And soon, it is going to destroy us because of its SCARY…" He paused; looking for the right word to describe the creature's whatever it was. "…ness."
His redhead friend raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think you're acting just a little paranoid?"
"Sora…" Taichi's voice turned whiny. Uh oh.
The redhead rolled her eyes, unable to believe the boy actually was a boy. Sora turned to her left (since her 'paranoid and in need of mental help' friend was on her right) to try and have a normal conversation with her other best friend Yamato – but stopped, choosing instead to gawk at what her other friend was doing.
HE was knitting.
He WAS knitting
He was KNITTING.
Nope, no matter how many times she (mentally) said it, it still did not make even a teensy bit of sense in her mind.
"Yamato," she started just to check if she was actually seeing that. "Are you," she choked. "Knitting?"
The blonde ignored her for a moment, looking immersed in – in – whatever he was doing. "Yeah Sora, I am."
"Oh." Silence. "Why?"
The blonde sighed oh so woefully, before putting down his half finished piece of pink yarn – that looked so manhandled on so many wrong levels. "My manager wants me to get in touch with my feminine side, so he's signed me up for this Home Economic class. I've already learned to how to bake cookies, a cake, and an apple pie. Also, I'm currently working on making a wonderful pink apron," Here, he paused to pat so called pink apron. "And a few cross stitching artworks." Ishida Yamato actually looked proud at his so called accomplishments.
"Feminine side?"
"Yep."
"I…see."
"DIE YOU EVIL PIECE OF-OF SCARYNESS!"
And on Sora's left side, a poor, poor, poor thing of a chicken sandwich was getting brutally mutilated by a boy who was determined to save his country from the terror that was going to eat him AND everyone else. Gasp!
Yamato continued getting in 'touch' with his feminine side by continuing on doing something with that pink cloth.
Sora buried her face in her hands (wondering why she hung out with these things called 'boys') and all was right in the world.
"Cross left, stitch right, and continue…"
"HYAHH!"
Well. Almost right. It was normal, so that was just fine.
End.
Notes On Drabble: This was made purely out of the reason to explain why Yamato has a pink apron. And why Taichi is insane (you don't actually believe he's got a perfectly normal head now, do you?). Poor Sora. The Taichi being paranoid was inspired by that time in Math when I told my Math teacher that, "Aren't you just acting a bit paranoid?" because he thought everyone was going to say stuff about him. He just turned to me and said, "Well, I do have a 'pair' of 'noids'." And proceeded to flare his nostrils at us.
I still get shivers.
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Translations
Koko wa tojuu nandatte shinjitai – I wanna believe that here is only partway through
Je t'aime – I Love You (in French).
Aishiteru wa – I Love You (in Japanese). The 'wa' part is female speech.
Tell me if I missed any!
Wooh, these chapters keep getting longer and longer. Anyways, please remember to send in the requests, since my personal goal is to do ten drabble chapters (100 drabbles). They can be shounen ai, shoujo ai, het, or friendship!
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