Summary: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Tai/Taichi is a courtesan while Matt/Yamato is a writer. Drugs, sex and Yamachi in a tale based off of Moulin Rouge.
Ratings: T (PG-13)
Characters/ Pairing:
Yamato Ishida starring as...Christian
Taichi Yagami starring as...Satine
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own neither Digimon nor Moulin Rouge, however, I will borrow Digimon, seasons 1 & 2 characters and the Moulin Rouge plot for my purposes.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
is just to love and be loved in return."
Moulin Rouge
By splintered
(with quotes from Moulin Rouge)
"I came to Odaiba, Japan a year ago. It was 1899, the Summer of Love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Sora Takenouchi, or Taichi. The world had been swept up by a Bohemian Revolution and I had come to be a part of it... On a hill near Japan was the village of Odaiba. It was not as my father as said, a village of sin, but the center of the Bohemian world. Musicians, painters, writers--they were known as Children of the Revolution. Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom...and that of which I believed in above all things, love. There was only one problem. I've never been in love."
Yamato remembered the first time he saw Taichi. It was on the soccer field. Yes, he remembered that first time very well. It wasn't just his superb soccer skills or roguish looks that set him apart. It was that charisma. That smile. That feeling. Everyone wanted a piece of him.
"And there's number twenty-three Oliver Wood(1), with the ball, dribbling, weaving through...wait, no...up from behind comes Odaiba's favorite--" the announcer screamed into the mike, but the player's name was cut off by the crowd's cheers.
Meanwhile, Yamato looked bored. Why was he here again, watching some stupid soccer game? He was a writer! What did he know about a bunch of sweaty jocks kicking a black and white ball down the fake plastic green that they called grass? Oh, that's right. Akira and bunch of the guys from Yamato's band The Teenage Wolves dragged him here. Yamato was about to complain again, but that was when he saw him. The sparkling diamond: wild chestnut hair, body drenched in sweat, caramel skin that gleamed in the sun. His blue and orange jersey desperately clung to his curves favorably, revealing hard lean muscles. Yamato purred in appreciation as his hungry eyes watched the boy move with fluid grace. Now, what did that announcer dude say his name was?
"That's Odaiba's captain with a long pass to teammate Daisuke Motomiya..." the announcer continued with his overview of the time. Yamato momentarily lost sight of the bronzed eyed beauty, craning his neck in search for another display.
"I thought you weren't interested in the game," his friend Akira teased, noticing the blonde's actions.
"Shut up," Yamato blushed as he caught sight of the brunette in front of the goalpost. It wasn't that hard, really. The soccer star's simple radiance easily made him stand out; he simply glowed with his smile illuminating the field.
Akira and Yuuta shared a grin as they nudged each other in the ribs. Yamato just ignored him, trying the watch the last minutes of the game.
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He felt slightly light-headed, and was breathing heavily as he stood open at the goalpost. He shouldn't be this tired. He had a sick feeling about this. "Yo, Tai! Head's up!" the brunette heard someone call his name. Dismissing his nausea, he concentrated hard on Dai with the approaching ball, easily intercepting the pass, and soon searching for an opening, racing against the clock. He knew his team counted on him. The scores were tied. The seconds were quickly diminishing. Taichi's trained eyes soon spotted a hole in the goalie's defense. Measuring the pressure and summoning his strength, he pulled back his leg and delivered a sound kick. Ten. Nine. The goalie dived. Five. Four. But it was too late. The ball was lobbied in the far back corner with such precision that only the captain was known for. Three. Two. One. The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game.
"Yagami!" Hundred of faces shouted his name as the stadium erupted in cheers. He had scored the winning goal, hadn't he? Suddenly, he felt very cold. "Tai-chi! Tai-chi! Tai-chi!" The field spun with a blur of faces. Yellow and red splotches covered his vision. He swayed slightly before he found sturdy hands resting around his shoulders.
"Tai, are you okay?" Daisuke asked, concerned with his captain's behavior. "You look very pale..."
"I'm...fine..." he attempted to smile reassuring before he collapsed in Daisuke's arms.
Tai's teammates immediately surrounded their captain and the younger boy. "Tai! Motomiya, what did you do to him!" they accused.
"N-n-nothing!" Daisuke stammered as his idol shivered in his arms.
"Somebody, call Sora!"
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Yamato knew something was wrong. Something just felt off. Even as the mob surrounded the brunette and his friends pulled him away with the excuse, "C'mon, you said it yourself, Ishida, you're just a writer. What about the plan? You are to dress up as a famous English writer and audition for Taichi. Once Taichi hears your poetry, he'd be amazed and insist that you write the modern play Spectacular Spectacular." Yamato reluctantly agreed.
"That night, we were off to the Moulin Rouge and I was to perform my poetry for Taichi."
Yamato and his friends entered the night club and were greeted by the dim flashy lights, colorful costumes, and exotic dancers. It was pretty much their usual scene. "Don't sweat it, Mato," Akira said reassuringly. "All you have to do is see if you can get our band a gig? No pressure, man. You're brilliant! Who knows, maybe you'll get to write the play?"
Yamato "Matt" Ishida nodded, although he didn't feel reassured. Who was this Taichi he was supposed to talk to? How the hell was he supposed to find him in this throng of partygoers? Sometimes, his friends expected too much of him.
"There's Sora Takenouchi and her infamous 'Diamond Dogs,'" Akira interrupted his thoughts as he pointed out the redhead and her companions. Yamato stood in the corner as he observed the offered "entertainment." Personally, Matt wasn't too interested in the girls and their cancan dances. They wore too much make-up with their large frilly skirts hiked up at the hem. But Matt did have a natural inclination for aesthetics.
"Dude, you're too cold and uptight for your own good. You gotta enjoy the view. Here," Akira waved at a bartender. "Have a drink."
"No, thanks," the blonde replied.
"C'mon," Akira insisted. "To truth, beauty, freedom, and love.
"Oh, alright. I suppose one wouldn't hurt. Cheers," Yamato tipped his glass and took a tiny sip.
Suddenly a hush fell amongst the audience, sparking Yamato's curiosity once again. A single spotlight shined on a rather attractive male. "It's him! The Sparkling Diamond," someone cried in awe, a cry followed by more whispers. Yamato could only stare at the man sitting on the pinnacle. It was him! The man he saw earlier on the soccer field!
The second time Yamato saw ever him, and once again, the Sparking Diamond was in the spotlight. Somehow, he looked even better in this theatrical appearance. The stark white of the stage light sharpened the contrast and sharp angles of his face, making his luscious lips appear redder, the smoky black eyeliner accentuating his big brown doeful eyes, and soft auburn hair framing his perfect face. Then the angel opened his mouth and the most wonderful breathy, alluring voice sang,
"The French are glad to die for love...
They excite in fighting duals
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels."
His voice was like a siren's song and the crowd swayed gently to the infectious tune.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a boy's best friend.
A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat, or help you feed your
pussy cat.
Men grow cold as girls grow old,
And we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their shape.
Diamonds are a boy's best friend!
...Tiffany's...Cartier...
Ah
Come and get me, boys..."
Taichi moaned and puckered his lips as the crowd responded enthusiastically, swaying gently to the music, hypnotized by the sound. Yamato couldn't keep his eyes off. That charisma. That smile. Everyone wanted a piece of him. The crowd went wild, arms reaching, grabbing, just to touch him. They reached blindly. Everyone wanted a piece of that Yagami light(2) as the back-up singers continued with the tune.
"'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl"
"Talk to me, Sora, tell me all about it!"
The crowd groaned loudly as Taichi was claimed by his employer. Yamato raised an eyebrow as he watched Sora and Tai interact. For some reason, the redhead appeared entirely too comfortable with him, overstepping the employer/employee relationship.
"There may come a time when a lad needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a boy's best friend
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer thinks you're..."
Sora groped him. "Very nice," she whispered with a hand around his neck. To the appreciation of the audience, she began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his rather developed chest. Tai shivered uncomfortably.
"But get that ice or else no dice!"
Soon Sora and Taichi disappeared behind the stage. A moment later, the two emerged again in entirely different costumes.
"'Cause that's those louses go back to their spouses!
Diamonds... are a... girl's... best... friend!"
Taichi was in a dashing black tux as he finished his number. And then was Taichi standing in front of him. Yamato hardly had time to breathe, much less think. The guy that he had been staring at all day was asking him to...
"Dance. Let's dance," the brunette repeated as the blonde simply stared. There was a certain fragile innocence within the depths of those seductive brown eyes. Was this for real? Yamato felt the electricity from the shorter male's grip as he pulled him onto the dance floor. "Sorry, boys," Taichi seemed to apologize to the rest of his disappointed fans.
And then they were dancing. One. Two. Three. Four. Once. Two. Left. Right. Up. Down. Spin. Spin. They only danced for one song, but Yamato had never been in a wilder dance sequence...even if it was Taichi who let Yamato lead. Their dancing was flashy yet comfortably so.
"He's good," Yuuta whispered to Akira.
"Well, it's Yamato. Of course he won't disappoint us," Akira said confidently.
"I was referring to Taichi."
Taichi finally released the blonde, both breathless, and returned in the centerpiece of the stage. Sitting on the swing the star was slowly raised twenty feet in the air. Now for the finale...
"Diamonds...Diamonds... are a... boy's... best..."
Taichi suddenly had difficulty breathing. The excitement from today's game and on the dance floor...he couldn't understand. He did this every night. What was wrong with him? Moreover, after this performance, he still had to entertain this Duke that Sora spoke up. In... out... in... out... c'mon, breathe... He gasped, trying to get air, before his eyes lidded. His whole body felt cold. He felt faint. For that sickening moment, Tai swung precariously twenty feet above the crowd. And then he was falling...falling... as he fell into unconsciousness. Falling... falling... into the mosh pit below.
To be continued...
Notes:
(1)Can't you see sexy Quidditch boys playing soccer? I can!
(2)Anybody catch that Death Note reference? XD
Once, again, thank you for reading. So what do you think? Is this story confusing for those not familiar with the movie Moulin Rouge? Who do you think should be the Duke? Please review! I would enjoy hearing from you.