Red: I need more time! Give me Time! And less work, PleaSe!
Disclaimer: Digimon is Mine!...in my dream, only...so sad.
What a Mess:2 by Redvind
"You sure did take your time, Taichi."
The other boy gazed at him. "Oi, shut it. At least I got it done." The brunet muttered, but he knew his best friend had the right to say. He finished painting the boards less than ten minutes since there wasn't much left. But he had to clean up the mess he caused and had to put back all the tools in their places. He also had to run to the janitor's office to ask for the keys and made sure everything was alright before locked up the doors. The hard part was he had to run through the entire school building to find the wandering old man and, funny as it sounded, he finally found him right in the hall when he decided to come back to tell Yamato to go home without him. That pissed Taichi to no end.
Yamato, seeing the look on the brunet's face, chuckled and patted the brown head. "Come on, I just stated the obvious. I didn't complain anything."
"Yeah, right." Taichi snorted but his smile gave it away. "And get your hand off. Just because you're two inches taller than me doesn't mean you can act like I'm a kid."
That only made Yamato rub his hair harder before letting go. "Actually, I'm three inches taller." He corrected and shrugged playfully at Taichi's pout.
They walked to the Ishida's resident side by side. It's quite dark so not many people were out on the street. Usually they would use the shortcut through the park but today Yamato said he needed to buy some groceries and dinner. So they went to a supermarket first. The blonde took a list and put things in a basket while the brunet looked around at nothing in particular.
Yamato went to the meat section. "The meat's on sale today. Maybe we should have rice and curry."
The brunet put a chocolate bar back at its place then walked up to his friend. "Sounds good." He let the blonde to choose the meat so that he could turn to another section. "I'll pick up some snack."
It's obvious that Taichi had been staying over since the blonde got the prince role and claimed that he needed a helper with the lines at the same second he grabbed Taichi and dragged him home. The brunet felt like he was at home less than at Yamato's. Even though Yamato and his dad said it's fine, he still felt bad that that paid for his meals and didn't take his share. That's why he decided that he could at least buy snacks for them. He mostly bought the blonde's favorite ones and this didn't escape the blonde's notice.
After getting what they wanted, Taichi met Yamato at the checkout line. They paid, then Taichi helped his friend carry a few bags since the blonde bought more stuffs than him.
"Maybe I should start leaving my stuffs at your place." On the way to Ishida's house, the brunet said. "Since I particularly live there."
"I think you already did." Yamato mused, smirking. "I have a few clothes of yours plus your boxers in my closet and your blue towel and your toothbrush in the bathroom."
The brunet looked away to hide his blush. Yamato made it sound like they're living together. That was fine, but somehow it embarrassed him and he didn't know why!
"I'm beginning to think that I have stayed at your house too much." Quickly recovering, he said, acting as if he was ashamed of himself.
The blonde only shrugged. "Who cares? I don't and it's not like dad would have minded."
"I know someone who does." Taichi mumbled under his breath, his face turned purple visibly by the thought of that someone, no, of what that someone did.
Benio, as everyone called her, the principle's daughter, had been asking his best friend to practice their lines together, at her place to be exact. How did Yamato get off the offer? Using Taichi, of course. Though the blonde wasn't cruel to exchange his best friend to the girl, on another hand, he grabbed the brunet every time whenever the words left her mouth, moreover, there was a few times the blonde grabbed him and ran at her sight, leaving her no talking. For Satan's liking, Benio believed he was behind everything! He almost couldn't believe it. Just one time he was going to enjoy himself at Yamato's misfortune, the blonde had to share it by dragging him into the girl's wrath that the brunet was forced to endure. He had lost track of how many glare he received or how many sarcasm, that she would always make sure he'd hear, he heard. Somewhat, the girl considered him her first enemy who keeping her crush away from her.
"You mean Benio the principle's daughter?" the blonde was very well aware of her crush on him. "Come on, she's just a girl. What could she possibly do to you?"
"Very rich of it coming from someone who always wants to run away from the said girl." He looked at his best friend with tired eyes. "And as if you didn't notice, she's done lots of things."
"Your head are still on."
"Yeah, so that she can keep torturing it to hell."
"She's not that bad."
"Easy for you to say."
"It's not like you to say bad things about girls, Taichi."
"That's because none of them has made my life living hell. Wait a minute,… part of it is your fault!"
"My lovely home, here we come!" Yamato announced loudly and happily as he unlocked the knob and hurriedly scooted in. Taichi quickly followed, glaring at the other's back.
"Yamatoooo"
"Ah, ha ha." Distracting the brunet, he said. "I have chocolate ice-cream for dessert. You like?"
"Fine." Taichi said, sitting on a dinner table's chair. "But you're not out of it."
The blonde abruptly planned a new distraction.
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"You are beautiful. I have been all the places in this world but I have never found anyone as beautiful like you before. I know instantly that you are who I have been searching for."
The blonde took the other hand, got on one knee and kissed the honey skinned hand gently as it was meant to be treasured.
Taichi modestly pulled his hand back.
"Forgive my rudeness, but this must be a mistake. As I cannot be your right one." He looked away, eyes lowered in shame. "I'm not meant to you. I just can't be."
"Why?" asked the blonde, moving closer. The brunet turned his back to him.
"Don't you see? You know who you are, what you are. You have your life somewhere far, far above, with an important duty. People rely on you. And me? I just don't belong there." His voice faded away. There's no hint of shame or inferiority but awareness, what it obviously was.
Arms circled him from behind, hugging the smaller one tight.
"I've said, I looked everywhere to find my love who can stand by me, who can love and get loved back." Yamato spoke right to his friend's ear, merely a whisper as if fearing to break their time together. He nuzzled the brown hair. So soft, so sweet. "And I've found you. Finally. You don't think that I'm going to let you go, do you?"
Slowly, very slowly, the blonde mildly grabbed the brunet's chin, turning the other's head to be able to look into the sparkling, warm eyes. Lips gently approached to get closer…closer…
"Hey, wait a sec. This is not a scene that the prince gets to kiss his girl, is it?" Taichi loudly spoke up, turning and staring down at the script in his hand. He missed to see his friend's expression. Sulking inwardly, Yamato shrugged and calmly explained.
"Isaya san said that you have to let yourself get carried away with the line, pretending that you are really the character. I guess this is where I thought the prince wanted a kiss from his girl."
Taichi raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to kiss Benio at this?"
Yamato looked alarmed. "Hell, no!"
The brunet couldn't help laughing at his best friend's expression. It's like he was trying to swallow some disgusting mushy food. Embarrassed and annoyed at this, the blonde head-locked the shorter man playfully. That only made him laugh harder that he almost collapsed on the floor.
They sat side by side, practicing a bit more lines before the brunet started nodding his head and fell asleep on Yamato's shoulder. The blonde smiled as he, too, slept next to him.
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The closer the festival was coming, the fussier people got. Taichi watched as his classmates ran around working, making things or discussing on the breaks or free periods. Some teachers made it easy on them by giving less homework, dismissing the classes earlier or just letting them slip during classes if they weren't making problems.
The back of his class was full of things for their fantasy café such as costume clothes, wooden boards, decorative paper and so on. Most of his male friends were making the picture boards outside; some was dealing with the lists of things that needed to be in menu. So now he was stuck with girls in his class all by himself. They were making fancy clothes, the brunet making one for the school play.
"What are you making, Yagami kun?" one of the girls asked. Their eyes were immediately on him and he felt a bit uneasy.
"The prince's clothes. It's for the play." He answered, lifting it up a little for them to see.
They made a 'oh' noise of understanding before one of them posed a question farther. "Why do you do it? I mean, you must have someone for the costume service, right? And beside, isn't it kinda a girl job?"
"Girl or not, it really doesn't matter for Isaya san. There's not much time left and you know how she gets when things don't go her way." The brunet heaved a sigh. "The costume is already having enough problems making everyone's clothes. Still, they are behind the schedule. Once Isaya san knew me and Yamato can sew, she dumped me this demanding me to finish it on time. Yamato is on the loose because he have to practice his lines." The Yagami boy made a face. "I lost track of how many time I have pierced myself—OUGH!"
The girls giggled as he sucked on his finger, his face somewhat cutely miserable in their eyes. In the end, they helpfully taught the boy how to not hurt himself when he sewed. This continued for a while until someone called out for the brunet.
It was Yamato. His class was just dismissed and he'd come to get his best friend to go practice the play with him.
"Wait a sec, 'mato." He quickly told the blonde as he gathered his things. Yamato walked over to them, noticing the white costumes of the prince on Taichi's desk, he raised an eyebrow.
"Is it mine?"
"Yes." One of the girls answered, smiling. "Yagami kun is making on it. He almost finishes."
"You should probably need to try it on, to see if it fits." Another girl said, winking teasingly.
The blonde smirked. "Why bother? I know it'll fit me perfectly. Taichi knows me better than anyone, especially about my size."
That got a loud squeal from the girls and a loud smack from the brunet; his head fell hard on the desk's surface.
When he could pull himself together, which rather fast, Taichi finally looked up. The spot where his forhead contacted the desk was red, as well as his cheeks. "Ya—Yamato!"
"What? Isn't it true?" the blonde teased. "We've spent the nights together a lot, right?" he winked.
The girls squealed ever louder and the brunet was sure his face couldn't get any redder. He was speechless and didn't know what to think so he just sat there, stunned.
Yamato laughed, having a good time. He grabbed Taichi's hand, mentioning as they had to go. "Now excuse us, ladies. We have some business to do."
He dragged a tomato-red faced Taichi behind with one hand, the other hand holding their things. The girls bid them farewell and waved a little.
When they were away from their earshot, the brunet turned to his friend. "What are you on today?"
"What are you talking about?" he acted innocently.
"The talk. You're going to make everyone misunderstand about you."
"Me?"
"Oh, nothing." Taichi mumbled, looking away.
Still holding the shorter boy's hand, Yamato smiled a little. "Let them, then. I don't care."