Disclaimer: Do you see Daisuke and Ken making out with each other in the anime? Do you see Taichi and Yamato banging each other in the anime? No? Then I don't own Digimon.

A/N: I thought I should add a chapter for Taichi and Yamato. After all, Taichi was the original soccer freak.

"Hey Yama," Taichi called from the living room, "Will you bring me another Coke?"

Yamato stood in the kitchen, wearing his pink apron, surrounded by smoking pots and up to his elbows in cake batter. His long, shaggy blonde hair was tied out of his eyes in a bandana, and there were spots of cake mix and another tasty food on his pale (now twitching) face.

However, his love (very deep, very patient love, mind you) for the crazy-haired boy got the better of him and he pulled his hands out of the sticky batter. He wiped them on a towel, retrieved a Coke from the fridge, and took it to Taichi.

"Thanks Yamato," he said, never once looking up from the big screen television in front of him. "Pity Japan lost, eh? Germany and Argentina are still playing, though...did you know that Daisuke had no idea what happened in Japan's last game? Actually he didn't know what had happened in a lot of the games...that's so unlike him, you know? Hey, when's supper gonna be ready, I'm starved."

The vein above Yamato's right eye throbbbed noticeably; Taichi, however, had not bothered to look at his boyfriend once (no matter HOW many Cokes he was brought), and missed this vital sign entirely.

"You've been cooking forever, Yama, it seems like you'd be done by now," Taichi remarked. The throbbing vein was now complete with angry red blush, but Taichi, oblivious, talked on. "You'd better hurry up and finish it before the game is over with, you know I have to call Daisuke and fill him in right afterwards. Hey, that smells good, Yama."

For once, Taichi tore his eyes away from the screen, intending to look into the kitchen where his supper was being prepeared. Unfortunately, Yamato was blocking his view. Now normally, Yagami Taichi, being a very seme-ly seme, did not make such feminine, uke-like sounds as, "Eep!"

However, Ishida Yamato's face at this particular moment was enough to make even the semeliest of semes want to eep. In fact, it was quite possible that it was frightening enough to make one curl into the fetal position, suck one's thumb, and cry.

Yagami Taichi did not curl up and cry, but he did eep. Yamato had never looked so absolutely terrifying. In fact, Taichi had never been sure that Yamato COULD look terrifying, at least until right now.

"I. Have. Been. Cooking. For. Six. Hours. And. All. You. Can. Think. About. Is. SOCCER?" Yamato thundered.

"Eep!" Taichi hid behind a pillow, shrinking away from Yamato's withering blue eyes. The soccer game on the television was forgotten in his panic to get as far away from Yamato's murderous gaze as possible.

"That's it," Yamato tore off his apron and bandana, threw them on the ground, stomping into the kitchen to turn off the stove. "You're in for it now, Yagami."

Taich shivered. "W-what do you mean, Yama?" he squeaked. Of course, it was a very manly squeak.

Ishida Yamato just grinned as he clutched Taichi by the collar. He towed panicking boy into the bedroom.

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"Oh, hey, Taichi, Yamato," Daisuke grinned as he answered the door. Taichi walked inside, wincing slightly, followed by Yamato, who was grinning.

"What's the matter, Tai?" the younger boy asked. "You look like you're in pain."

"No, not at all," Taichi answered, rubbing the back of his head and smiling brightly.

"Oh, hello Taichi, hello Yamato," Ken said politely, as he wandered into the living room from his and Daisuke's bedroom. "Did you come over to watch the World Cup, Taichi?"

"NO!" Daisuke and Taichi chorused, waving their hands in front of their faces.

Ken glanced at Yamato at the same moment that Yamato glanced at Ken. The two boys began to smile.

"Great minds..." Yamato began.

"Think alike." Ken finished.