Something About That Skirt
chapter three
"GOD DAMMIT WILL YOU FUCKING LET ME CHANGE!" he cried out in both frustration and surprise as the doorbell rang through the apartment for the third time today.
Thus it wasn't Hikari, his mom or dad (they wouldn't come home until tonight though), which meant that he would have to answer that stupid door still wearing this stupid costume, either freaking a stranger out, or having to explain his state of dressing to a surprised, embarrassed –he prayed to God not another horny- friend.
By this time they'd have every right to question his delayed change of clothes –what kind of freak walked around in a girl's school-uniform when no one was around? Taichi halted, striking that thought. No need to bash fetishists. Or drags. Or transsexuals, or… average Joe's-
He cried out in pure annoyance this time, as the doorbell rang again. "I'M FUCKING COMING ALRIGHT!"
He cleared his throat. That didn't sound good…
Finally reaching the hall, he threw the door open, gave the doorbell-abusers one look before yelling,
"I HAD SOME ICE-CREAM OKAY AND I DIDN'T HAVE ANY STRENGTH AFTER THAT TO EVEN MOVE AND THEN THESE FREAKING PEOPLE SHOWED UP AND NOW I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CHANGE BUT I HAD TO TAKE A PISS ALRIGHT AND THEN THE FUCKING PHONE RANG AND I SPILLED MILK ON THE FLOOR SO I HAD TO WIPE IT UP BUT I CUT MYSELF ON THAT STUPID SAW-THING AND HAD TO GET SOME BANDAGE AND THEN YOU RANG THE DOOR AND IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT!"
The two boys sweat-dropped, glancing at each other as if silently discussing whether they should run or not.
"Well, now that question-mark is out of the way!" Koushiro spoke up, smiling reassuringly. He was more used to Taichi's temper than Jyou was; said teen still had his eyes wide open and jaw hanging.
Taichi stopped panting, and leaned in the doorway, sighing. "What do you want?" he asked, more whiningly than rudely.
"I'm afraid we don't have a reasonable answer for that" the redhead replied, blinking.
"Kou and I were just trying to be spontaneous for once!" the bluenette filled in with an awkward laugh.
Koushiro glared. "You weren't supposed to say that, remember?"
"Yep, but I'm nervous" Jyou squeaked, causing Taichi to crack one eye open and trap him with a brown gaze. The target winced, and his stare moved over to the shorter one.
"Why is he nervous?" he muttered, face half buried against the batten.
Koushiro considered the reply for a slit second before saying "Because you are wearing a skirt and you have pretty legs."
The brunet narrowed his eye. It was visible that the genius was bothered by that fact as well, but next to Jyou he looked cooler than Ishida Yamato.
Taichi pushed himself off the wall –partly to prevent himself from drooling on it- and crossed his arms.
"Relax, alright -they're not pretty; they're just currently shaved and overly exposed." He threw his arms out, ready to make friends and let them into his apparent to keep him company.
"So it is true" the doctor-to-be breathed, adjusting his glasses and staring at what seemed to be the centre of everyone's interests right now.
Taichi coughed. "I'll go change"
"No!" they both protested loudly.
Taichi didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow at that; he jumped right to the glaring-part. "Look, at another time this would be hilarious and I would've had a blast, but I'm really sick of being stared at like piece of meat –I'm a jock, and I look ridiculous in this, and I want to shower and –damn these panties a uncomfortable!"
He became speechless when the tallest of the three got a nosebleed. "You're… wearing panties?" the bluenette whispered, glasses sliding down along his nose as he kept staring at the other boy's skirt.
Koushiro chuckled, also amazed. "Wow"
Taichi slammed the door in their faces, spinning around and stomping away to put on his own beautiful, baggy and worn-out clothes.