Drabble Two: Cheerleader
Dedicated to: Tifa-sama. I wuv you .
The shrill buzzer sounded off, signaling the end of the game. Odaiba had lost to Tamachi 2-6. The players from Tamachi ran off of the playing field while the Odaiba High players did a few warm-down laps before running off to their own bench. Yamato sat in the bleachers quietly, watching the bodies below him gather their belongings and head home. Only one player mattered to him at the moment and he had already lost track of him.
"C'mon, Tai, where did you disappear to?" he muttered to himself as he continued to scan the field. Suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder, causing the blond to jump in surprise.
"Hiya!" a familiar brunet chirped and sat down behind Yamato.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," the blue-eyed boy sighed in relief, leaning his back against Taichi's legs. Taichi spread his knees apart slightly and pulled Yamato further back, leaving the blond's head to lean against his stomach.
"Did you watch the whole game?" the brown-eyed boy asked, rubbing Yamato's shoulders gently.
"I got here a little late, at middle-time," Yamato responded, snuggling up closer to Taichi's body.
"Um…the term is half-time, babe, not middle-time," Taichi shot back with a snicker. Yamato frowned and punched Taichi's knee lightly.
"Oh shut up. I thought half-time was only used for football?"
"Nope, all sports. Well, almost all sports." Taichi shrugged and twirled a lock of golden-blond hair around his index finger. "Anyway, why'd you only get here at half-time?"
"I got busy. Homework and the band and I met up to do a little work on our new set," Yamato answered casually. However, Taichi was not pleased with this answer.
"You missed like…everything! We scored those two points in the first half! And I scored the very first one!" Taichi's lips were threatening to fall into a pout as he continued to rant and rave. "I was awesome and you missed it!"
"I'm sorry?" Yamato offered, grinning nervously at the few other players that were witnessing their Captain's freak-out. Taichi sighed and pointed down to the field.
"Do you see those girls down there, Matt?" He was, of course, referring to the girls down on the field that were running towards their boyfriends with large posters under their arms and decorated shirts with their respected player's number on them and such. "They're supportive of their boyfriends at their games. Why can't you be supportive of me?" Yamato's head snapped back and he looked up at Taichi's face.
"What are you talking about? I am supportive of you!"
"Right, that's why you come to my games late and when you do manage to show up, you remain absolutely silent. Even if you weren't my boyfriend I figured you could at least show some encouragement as my best friend!" Taichi exclaimed and looked away from the girls, focusing on the blond in front of him.
"Tai, I think you're making this into a bigger deal than it really is," Yamato explained calmly. Taichi shook his head and stood up suddenly, leaving Yamato's back to feel very cold.
"No, Yama, I think you're just not making it into a big enough deal." The brunet grabbed his duffel bag and swung it over his shoulder.
"Tai, what do you want me to do about it?" Yamato asked sharply, annoyed with the fact that the mud-eyed boy wasn't even listening anymore.
"Never mind, Yamato. Just forget it," Taichi insisted and walked towards the stairs of the bleachers. Turning his head slightly, he looked back at Yamato. "And maybe you should just forget about coming to my games while you're at it," he added as an afterthought and jogged down the stairs, leaping off of the bleachers and disappearing out of sight. Yamato sighed heavily and rested his chin in the palms of his hands.
'He's making this into such a big deal. He should be happy that I even come to the games at all! The only reason I tolerate soccer at all is because it's Tai.' He snorted and glared down at the field. The girls were congratulating their boys, even though they didn't win. But even though they lost the game, the Odaiba High players looked pretty happy with the fact that their girls were there for them just because they played the best they could.
'Maybe Tai's right…maybe I'm not making this into a big enough deal. I mean, I always want him to come to my concerts because I play better knowing he's there. Maybe he's the same way…actually, I know he's the same way.' Yamato sighed again and got to his feet, slowly making his way down to the field and pulling out his cell phone.
He owed Mimi a very long phone call.
Taichi slammed his locker shut and heaved his bag onto his shoulder. It was Friday, three days after his last game. He had another game today against Osaka; and he wasn't planning on going.
"Hey, Superstar! Where's your soccer gear?" Mimi asked cheerfully. Taichi blinked at her sudden appearance, although he should have been used to it by now. Mimi had a talent of coming and going without people noticing her.
"In my locker," Taichi replied and began to walk down the hallway towards the school's front doors.
"Don't you have a game today?"
"Yeah but I'm not playing."
"Why? Taichi, they need you out there!"
"And? Too bad. They can deal on their own," Taichi stated calmly, a little too calmly for Mimi's liking.
"What's your issue?" she questioned him, stopping in front of him to prevent him from walking any further.
"Nothing," Taichi said but stopped moving.
"Liar. You love the game, you wouldn't miss it for anything."
"I just don't feel like playing, okay?"
"Tai…I'm going to tell you this right now," Mimi warned him, staring up into his face coolly.
"What's that?" Taichi raised an eyebrow at his female friend.
"If you don't go to that game, you are so going to regret it."
"…why?"
"Can't tell ya!" Mimi winked and giggled. "But I promise you, it's something you wouldn't wanna miss for the world," she said in a sing-song tone of voice. Taichi regarded her suspiciously for a few moments before turning around and heading back to his locker. Yanking it open, he grabbed his bag of gear and returned to Mimi's side.
"This better be good," he muttered and stalked out the doors, heading to the locker room to change.
"Trust me, Tai, this is good!" Mimi hollered after him, giggling again before disappearing to the field. Taichi stepped through the locker room doors, greeted by the sounds of his fellow teammates. Mimi's warning weighed on his mind as he changed into his shorts and jersey.
'What could be so life-altering that if I don't go to this game, I'll kill myself?' he wondered idly as he tied the laces of his cleats.
"Yo, Yagami, let's go!" one of his Fullbacks yelled at him.
"Yeah, I'm comin' already!" Taichi shouted back and jogged out of the locker room, joining the rest of his teammates on the field. The Odaiba team ran through their warm-ups under Taichi's command, stretching out and running through a few drills. All the while, Taichi's mind was not on what was coming out of his mouth, but rather scanning the stands for any sign of what Mimi meant. A whistle blew sharply and his teammates huddled up next to him, waiting for Taichi to give some sort of motivational speech.
"Okay guys, just go out there, remember our plays, and kick ass!" Taichi pumped a fist into the air while the rest of the team cheered along with him. The boys ran into position on the field and Taichi took his own spot as Center Forward, still watching the bleachers closely. The referee made his way onto the field and stood between Taichi and Osaka's Center Forward. Dropping the ball between the boys, he held up his hand, counted to three, and the buzzer sounded off, sending the boys into action. Taichi struck, kicking the ball out of the way of the other boy and sent it flying to one of his teammates. Running after it, he kept half of his attention on the game and the other half on the bleachers. Suddenly a voice reached his ears.
"Go, Taichi, go!" Jerking his head up, his eyes grazed the stands once more and finally settled on a figure standing up in his seat and shouting at the top of his lungs.
'Oh. My. God.'
"Come on, Yagami, stop gawking at me and score!" Yamato shouted again. The blond was wearing one of Taichi's older soccer jerseys (how he had gotten a hold of it, Taichi didn't know) and even though it was a tad baggy on his scrawny frame, it made Yamato look absolutely adorable. His face was painted with the school colors, 23 (Taichi's number) on one cheek and OHS on the other. Colored stripes ran up and down his arms and soccer socks donned his feet.
Taichi cracked a smile.
With newfound determination, Taichi darted forward and stopped the ball with his foot as his teammate passed. With a mighty kick of his leg, he connected right with the ball and it soared through the air. With baited breath, both teams watched as it spun…right into the net. The Odaiba team and their fans cheered loudly while Osaka exchanged worried glances.
"Yes! Way to go, Tai!" Taichi looked up at the bleachers and saw his Yama on his feet, clapping his hands and cheering just as loud as the other fans. Taichi sent another smile Yamato's way and laughed quietly, waving at his boyfriend in the stands.
'Mimi was right, this something I wouldn't wanna miss for the world.' The brunet captain thought to himself before jogging back to position, setting himself up to start the game again. He threw a glance back up at Yamato and saw that he was still on his feet, watching the game avidly. The blond caught his eye and blew the tanned boy a kiss, causing the other boy to grin even wider. Nodding to himself, Taichi looked away from Yamato and stared at the ball, waiting for the referee's count.
'We're so gonna win this game.'
…yes, I am aware that this was completely retarded. Actually, I thought it was kinda cute but whatever, it's really up to you guys what you thought.
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