Drabble Four: Strawberries.

Dedication: Dreamcrafter because you've reviewed practically everything I've ever written. I totally appreciate that! Hopefully this lives up to your standards.

His alarm clock sounded off shrilly, flashing the numbers that read it was 6:30am. He reached over and lightly slapped it, causing the sound to cease and desist. Pulling the covers off of his head, he stretched out frail limbs and set two feet on the floor. Shuffling along quietly, he entered his bathroom and flicked the switch on the wall, flooding the room with light. Gracefully, he crossed the room and reached behind the curtain, pulling on the shower knob and bringing it to life. He danced his fingers in the water, testing to make sure the temperature was just right before slipping out of his pajama pants, boxers, and t-shirt and under the spray. Warm water beat down on him steadily and a small sigh of content escaped his lips. Reaching over to his right, he clasped onto a small bottle of shampoo and flipped it open, squirting the pinkish-white substance into his hands and rubbing them together, hardly noticing what he was doing.

He took his time washing his hair, massaging his scalp and making sure each strand of blond perfection was mixed with the shampoo. He was enjoying his time in the shower, taking care of his healthy hair and being precise in his cleaning methods. He soon realized that the water was running cold and quickly rinsed out his hair, scrubbing the rest of his body rapidly. He shut off the water and grabbed a towel, drying his hair before his body. Returning to his room, he grabbed his uniform and went back into the bathroom, grabbing his blow-dryer and continued his morning primping, not even registering the sweet smell in the air.

He arrived at school at his usual time, 15 minutes before the first bell rang. He walked into the building and headed to his locker, spinning the combination easily and opening it.

"Hey, Matt!" a cheery voice greeted him from behind. With a glance over his shoulder, the blue-eyed boy smiled at the pink-haired girl.

"Hey, Meems. What's new?" he asked as he pulled books out of his locker.

"Nothing much. Heading out to class actually, but just thought I'd drop by and say hi and remind you that you owe me lunch." Mimi grinned innocently. Yamato shook his head and looked in the mirror hanging in his locker, tucking a few loose strands behind his ear.

"Ri-ight. We'll do lunch tomorrow okay?"

"Sure," Mimi agreed and glanced down at her pink watch. "Oops, I better get going. See ya, Mattie!" she hollered and waved over her shoulder as she bounced down the hallway.

"Bye, Mimi…" Yamato waved back and went back to grabbing supplies from his locker. He didn't get very far into the process before a pair of arms grabbed him from behind and soft breathing tickled the back of his neck.

"Hello, my one and only," a voice purred and a head nuzzled into his neck, causing Yamato to roll his eyes.

"Hey, Tai," he said back, shutting his locker and turning around. Taichi grinned, revealing his top two canine teeth.

"Hiya!" Taichi replied and leaned closer to Yamato. Inhaling deeply, he smiled even wider. "You smell good today."

"Well, unlike you, I showered this morning." The pale boy smirked. Taichi frowned and smacked his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Jerk, I showered this morning."

"Whatever. But anyway, I smell like soap, so that's probably why I smell good," Yamato explained and the two boys started walking down the hall.

"No, that's not it; I know what your soap smells like. This smells different than your soap," Taichi confirmed.

"Oh?" A blond eyebrow quirked up. "Then do, pray tell, explain what I suddenly smell like," Yamato challenged. Taichi inhaled deeply again and licked his lips thoughtfully.

"Strawberries."

"What?"

"You smell like strawberries. It's a good thing!" the brunet exclaimed enthusiastically, nodding his head in agreement.

"…why the hell would I smell like strawberries?"

"I don't know, you tell me." The two teens entered their classroom and sat down at their desks.

"If I knew, Tai, I would tell you. But obviously I don't."

"Well…I don't care, it smells wonderful," Taichi repeated himself and leaned over, sniffing Yamato's hair without shame.

"Will you quit that?" Yamato squawked and swatted at Taichi's face, pushing him away.

"But Yama," Taichi whimpered.

"No," Yamato said flatly and the bell rang. Their teacher walked into the room and the lesson began. All through-out their attempts to learn quadratic equations, Taichi kept leaning over to catch a whiff of Yamato's hair. Each time the brunet leaned closer, the blond scooted away. It didn't serve to be a problem until Yamato had moved over so far that Taichi fell out of his chair when he leaned over.

"Mr. Yagami, is there a problem?" their teacher asked suspiciously, peering down at the floor where Taichi sat.

"No, my ass is just sore now," Taichi grumbled and set himself back into his desk. Yamato merely snickered to himself and stared straight ahead at the board, ignoring the fact that Taichi was glaring at him and secretly sniffing a hair that had fallen onto the shoulder of Yamato's jacket.

"Have I ever mentioned you're a freak?" Yamato muttered out of the corner of his mouth, not taking his eyes off of the board.

"Yeah…and have I ever mentioned that strawberries turn me on?" Taichi grinned cheekily, not bothering to look at the board at all.

"…"

"I'm serious, dude. They smell so good and ah! I love them so much!" Taichi practically squealed but suddenly remembered to be quiet.

"…wow. Just…wow."

"What, it's true!"

"Yagami! Can you please stop talking and pay attention?" Their teacher snapped.

"I can try, but it's going to be hard since I'm sitting next to a se-" Taichi was cut off by Yamato's elbow driving into his ribs. "Uh, I mean, yes?"

"Whatever, Yagami, whatever." Taichi rubbed the back of his neck and grinned sheepishly. The teacher turned around again and started to write on the board once more, leaving Taichi to his devices.

"Yama…can I lick you?" he whispered.

"What!" Yamato hissed and his eyes widened.

"Please?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No, Taichi!"

"But you smell like strawberries!" Taichi whined loudly, causing the teacher to slam his piece of chalk down and glare at the brunet.

"All right, blank sheet of paper. Pop quiz time," he announced, receiving a mutiny of groans and protests. "You can thank Mr. Yagami for that." Several students shot Taichi disgusted and angry looks as they got out their paper and pencil. Taichi sunk down into his chair and waved nervously.

Maybe Yamato's hair wasn't worth it.

After several failed (yet highly amusing) attempts of Taichi trying to smell Yamato's hair, the blond was able to finally go home and relax.

Unfortunately, it wasn't until he reached his apartment that he remembered Taichi was coming over hat afternoon.

Actually, the only reason he remembered was because Taichi was sitting outside of his door when he got up to his floor.

"Um…hi, Tai," he said as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and walking in, leaving Taichi to follow.

"Hi," Taichi simply said and dropped his bag by the door, kicking off his shoes as well.

"How'd you get here before I did?"

"Shortcut."

"Oh." The two boys headed for Yamato's bedroom rather than hanging out in the living room. Taichi flopped down on the bed first, pulling Yamato down with him. Yamato didn't bother to fight him off this time when Taichi sniffed his hair, allowing the other boy to twirl strands of hair around his finger.

"Tai-ger?"

"Yes-um?"

"Why are you so obsessed with my hair suddenly?" Taichi continued stroking the silky blond hair, sniffing with each movement of his hand.

"I'm telling you, it's the strawberries. They totally turn me on."

"Why?"

"Hell if I know. But that's probably a good thing on your part, isn't it?" Taichi nuzzled Yamato's head with his cheek.

"I guess?" Yamato shrugged and went quiet, feeling quite content with the way Taichi was petting him. Suddenly there was a slight tug on his hair.

"Tai? What are you doing…"

"Nuffin…" Taichi answered in a muffled voice. Yamato tilted his head upward and looked at his boyfriend, suddenly squeaking in surprise.

"Why are you eating my hair?" he shrieked and pulled the strands of hair out of Taichi's mouth. Taichi shrugged and smiled slightly.

"I wanted to see if it tasted as good as it smelled."

"So you were chewing on it?" the blond asked in exasperation.

"Basically, yes," Taichi replied and leaned against Yamato, taking another strand of hair into his mouth. "Y'know, it kinda tastes like strawberry cheesecake," he said thoughtfully around the mouthful of blond.

"Where'd you get cheesecake from?"

"I don't know…I'd figure you'd be more of a fruitcake but whatever," Taichi remarked with a smirk, earning himself a punch to the arm.

"Meanie!"

"That's the best you can come up with?"

"…yes."

"What? I just said your hair tasted good and you hit me!"

"Cause you said I was a fruitcake!"

"You are. You're my fruitcake," Taichi decided.

"Freak," Yamato muttered. Taichi shrugged and took Yamato's hair out of his mouth.

"Hey, Yama," he said slowly.

"What?" The blue-eyed boy looked up and was soon captured into a soft kiss. He let his lips meld with Taichi's and parted them slightly. As soon as the option was given, Taichi slipped his tongue into Yamato's mouth for a few moments, experimenting with different pressures and examining all crevices of Yamato's mouth. He pulled back quietly, letting his lips linger on Yamato's for as long as he could before pulling away completely. Licking his lips, he cocked his head and grinned.

"I think your hair tastes better," he announced.

"Rude!" Yamato exclaimed, causing Taichi to laugh and wrap his arms around the blond's waist.

"What can I say? Strawberries turn me on," he repeated himself and took another strand of Yamato's hair into his mouth, cuddling up to him from behind. Yamato heaved a sigh and shook his head, scooting backwards into Taichi's form.

"Whatever."

….awkward, of course.

For those of you who haven't seen it, there's this picture where Tai and Yama are on a bed (yes fully-clothed) and Tai has a piece of Yama's hair in his mouth. I thought that was cool. I can send it to you if you want (just leave me an email address.)

Anyway, thanks to: Yamato's Tiger Lily, Sen-Tay, Tifa-Sama, nEo, Kalander, Katze, Kaiya5, Issa-pie, regretfully-yours-Cassy-chan, Shinobi Kazekage, Sovereign of Silence3, Moppy, Dreamcrafter, x1-TaKeN-oVeR, Selphie1234, anne-rice-fan, Keiran, and Notorious George Weasley.

You guys rock. And to Sovereign, I shall do your request next. And then of course yours, Tay, for your birthday! See ya guys!