Blind Date Disaster Chapter 1: First Impressions, a digimon fanfic

Blind Date Disaster

Summary: There are two kinds of blind dates. One is where you hit off perfectly, get hitched and ride away to the sunset. The other is when you end up hating each other's guts and pray never to see each other again. Guess what? My blind date was the latter. Daikeru, Taito, one-sided taikeru

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Chapter One: First Impressions

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Takaishi Takeru stirred his coffee restlessly. He was sitting opposite a taller boy with reddish brown hair, his current blind date.

I will kill Oni-chan when I get home, he vowed silently to himself. What the hell made him think I would like this guy? Had he been smoking pot when he set me up for a blind date?

"Um…Takaishi?"

Takeru gave a start. Oops. He had been zoning out. Forcing a small smile, he replied softly. "Yes, Motomiya?"

"Are you…okay?" He gave him a wry grin. "So, what were you dreaming about?"

Takeru blushed. "Sorry about that."

Motomiya Daisuke shook his head. "No…I…" He looked away. "Never mind."

The blond boy sighed. It was obvious they both weren't enjoying the date, but were both too diplomatic to break apart the date. Personally, he wanted to break the date himself, but his brother would be so disappointed. Especially since it was his brother's boyfriend, Taichi, who had chosen his blind date.

He blushed at the thought of Taichi. He had to admit, he had been crushing on his brother's boyfriend since, like…forever. Which wasn't very helpful, since he was the boyfriend. And actually admitting he liked Tai would be similar to committing suicide. Only worse, because his brother would never talk to him. Ever. Having a crush on him was already breaking all the rules, but even admitting it…that would just be too much.

Not that the boy sitting opposite of him wasn't hot or anything…in fact, he grudgingly admitted to himself when he first met Daisuke that he was cute, seeing as he resembled Taichi very well…the big problem was the fact that they couldn't seem to relate. At all. Which wasn't very helpful.

"So…what are your hobbies?" Daisuke asked, taking yet another stab to have a normal conversation.

"Writing," Takeru answered without thinking. He bit his lip; he hadn't wanted anyone to know that. Especially since he didn't know if he was good or anything…and he didn't feel like telling someone his hobbies if he didn't do well in them.

"Oh." That was an obvious 'I have no interest in that.'

"What are your hobbies?" Takeru asked, trying to keep up the conversation.

"Soccer."

"Oh." Now it was his turn to use that certain tone of voice.

Daisuke twiddled with his thumbs. "What sports do you like?"

"Basketball…" Takeru's voice trailed off. He liked basketball okay, and he did well in it, but he definitely preferred writing. Problem was, he didn't know if he did well in it. He had yet to show anyone his works as of now.

"Do you…like Linkin Park?"

"They're okay," was his response. If this guy was a music fan, he should be hooking up with his brother, not him. This conversation was just taking a turn for the worse.

"Video games?"

"The RPG kind."

"Oh…" Daisuke looked away. "I'm into the racing kind of games."

"Really…" Takeru decided to change the subject. That was a bad idea. "What movies do you like?"

"The action sort of stuff," Daisuke answered enthusiastically. "You know…Ocean's Eleven, Terminator…"

"I get the picture," he cut in quickly. Why couldn't they like something in common?

"…What about you?" The boy's voice had deflated a bit, and Takeru regretted his extremely rude action just a few minutes ago.

"Stuff like romantic comedies," he answered truthfully.

Daisuke blinked. "Isn't that…you know, kinda girly?"

Takeru felt a stab of annoyance. "Oh yeah, so should I be obsessed with vampire movies instead?" he asked sarcastically.

"I didn't say that," Daisuke said quickly. "I'm just saying…you know, you don't seem to like what normal guys like."

Takeru rolled his eyes. "Who ever said I was normal anyway?"

Daisuke flushed. "Just because you like guys doesn't mean you should act like a girl," he answered quietly, looking angry at Takeru.

Takeru himself was getting angry at Daisuke. What gave him the right to stereotype people? "Who said I was acting like a girl?" he said angrily, standing up. "No, wait, don't answer that question."

"Yeah, I better not," Daisuke said underneath his breath; unfortunately, Takeru heard it.

"You know, I think it would be better if I left right now," he snapped, fed up with the conversation.

"That's the best thing you said for the past ten minutes," Daisuke retorted, standing up himself.

Takeru glared at him. "Then why didn't you sayso earlier?" He slammed a few bills on the table, then stalked away.

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Ishida Yamato and his boyfriend, Yagami Taichi, were walking back to his apartment where he lived with his little brother, when the aforementioned little brother showed up, looking very pissed off.

"Hey, TK," he greeted. "What happened to the date? You're back early."

Taichi looked over him worriedly. "Did something bad happen?"

Takeru was able to force a little smile before death-gripping his older brother. "Of course not, Tai. Would you mind if I took Oni-chan away for a few minutes?"

"…Not really…" Tai turned to Yamato. "Hey, Matt, how about we just see each other on tomorrow? I mean, we're still going to the same school this year, right?"

Yamato managed to grin at his boyfriend while his brother painfully inflicted as much agony on his dying arm. "Yeah, Tai, and Takeru will be a freshman at Odaiba High School starting tomorrow! You should get going. See ya tomorrow!" And then Tai went away to the opposite direction, and Takeru began dragging him away to their apartment.

The minute Takeru opened the door and flung it open, throwing him inside, and closed the door with a loud BANG, Yamato knew he was in big trouble.

He was right.

Takeru exploded.

"What the hell were you thinking, setting me up with that guy? Were you on drugs or something? Because you can't tell me you set me up with a fully working brain, seeing as you chose some asshole to be my blind date!"

Yamato managed to absorb all that. Oh. The date must have been bad. Well, he didn't know Daisuke personally, but he seemed a nice enough guy… "Firstly, I wasn't the one who came up with it. It was Tai," he added hastily as Takeru advanced toward him. "And he was also the one who chose him. Stop blaming me for everything!"

His brother angrily threw a punch at him, which he quickly ducked. "Urrgggghhhh!" Takeru ran past him and jumped into his bed, covering his head with pillows. "I hate you and I hate your boyfriend, and I hate you for forcing me into that stupid date!"

Realizing that his defensiveness wasn't a smart idea, he quickly went to Takeru and sat next to him. "Look…I'm sorry…" He tried to make his voice as pathetic as possible.

Takeru screamed into his pillow. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Yamato!"

Ouch. First name-calling. That was real bad.

"What didn't you like about him?"

Takeru looked up from his pillow to scream directly at his ear. "EVERYTHING!"

That was yet another wrong approach. "Well…what did you like about him?"

"NOTHING!" And Takeru threw his pillow at Yamato. "Damn you!" And he plunged himself into his bed again.

Yamato sighed. I hope Taichi is having a better time with Daisuke than I am…

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Taichi winced as his best friend, roommate and almost younger brother scream his lungs out at him. Did it go that bad? Maybe that was why Takeru was death-gripping Yamato awhile ago…

"…and I hate your boyfriend, and I hate you for forcing me into that stupid date!" Daisuke ranted from the opposite side of the room, as he threw objects at Taichi. Luckily, none of the stuff they had was breakable.

"Look, Dai," Taichi swerved to narrowly miss getting hit by an alarm clock, "I didn't know it would go that horribly." He ducked as a soccer ball came barreling toward him. "Didn't you guys," a lamp nearly hit him, "at least have something in com—" a ton of books hit him untimely on the face, cutting him off. "Ouch!"

Daisuke was obviously satisfied at having been able to finally hit him, because he turned around and stomped to his room, leaving Taichi in a crumpled heap on the ground with several encyclopedias on him.

After Taichi was able to stand up and look with dismay at the mess his friend had done to their living room, he hurriedly ran up to Daisuke's room to apologize. Unfortunately, Daisuke had locked the door, so he had no choice but to talk to the door and hope Daisuke would listen.

"Dai…" he tried to make his voice whiny, "don't get mad at me. Please? I'm sorry…" he tried to make himself sound as pitiable as possible.

The next second, the door was thrown open, smacking him straight into his face. "Sorry won't make me feel better!" Daisuke shouted, and he shut the door again, leaving Taichi on the floor with a possibly broken nose.

"What didn't you like about him?" He made another attempt to talk to his roommate. No response. "Dai—"

The door suddenly opened and all of his shoes were thrown at his direction. Several hit him painfully on the face. "EVERYTHING!" And Daisuke closed the door again.

Taichi decided to get himself some defense before he tried to talk to Daisuke again, so he took a large pillow as his armor as he barged up to Daisuke's still locked room. "What about the things you liked about him?"

"NOTHING!" was the shouted response, and the next moment, the door was flung open, and his computer chair was thrown unceremoniously at him. And then the door closed with a loud BANG! "Damn you!" he heard Daisuke scream from the room. More sounds of breaking items.

Taichi slowly evaluated of how much of the mess he would have to clean up as of now, and hopefully not sustain serious injuries from incident. And still be friends with Daisuke.

This wasn't one of his greatest ideas.

I hope Yamato is having a better time with Takeru than I am… he thought dully as he went to the bathroom to clean up his face.

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I decided to try my hand at writing a shonen-ai digimon fic…

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