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)
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.
"No..." Sora held back her scream as she watched in horror, her eyes glued to her star. He fell in slow motion from twenty to ten. Her prized possession...the Sparkling Diamond. But despite her concern, she knew the show must go on. The crowd was lovin' it. They thought it was all part of the show, but then again, half of them were too drunk to know what was going on. She sighed in relief as someone safely caught him and brought him into the back room. Then she would address the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, you scared him away!" A loud groan followed. Sora smiled even as the worry clenched her heart. "But I can see some lonely Moulin Rouge dancers looking for a partner or two…" A cheer drowned the rest of Sora's words.
Yamato was in bliss. From the first "dance" to the last brush of an arm, this and every last bit of it was surreal. "Taichi," he whispered the name lustfully. Was this love? I could write poetry about you for the rest of my life. Taichi…
"Taichi! Damnit, is he okay!" Sora rushed backstage once she got the club back in motion.
"I doubt the Duke's getting its money's worth tonight," a girl with long pink hair giggled.
"Shut up, Mimi," Sora snapped. "This isn't funny."
Mimi shrugged as Sora pushed her away. "Sorry, Sor. I was only trying to help," she said candidly.
"I know luv, but…" The redhead looked around helplessly. Her first concern was…
"Taichi. Always Taichi. I know, Sora," Mimi murmured uncharacteristically, silent for a moment, before returning to her cheery bubble-headed disposition, like nothing happened at all. "Maybe I'll call Koushiro…Yeah, Koushiro…he always knows how to have fun…"
"So-ra," Tai said weakly as he struggled to get up, coughing violently as he did so.
"Shush, baby. What hurts? Shush, I'm here," the strawberry blonde wrapped her arms protectively around the boy as his thin frame shook from the plague of coughs.
The pink haired girl stood awkwardly in the corner with a handkerchief in her hand. "Here," she said as the brunette took it gratefully, coughing still.
"Tai, what's wrong?" Sora asked stupidly as Mimi watched the scene unfold. Her quick brown eyes spied the red drops that clung on to the once white fabric.
"Damn, tie," the brunette attempted to laugh once he caught his breath, but it came out too hollow. The only person he was still fooling was probably Sora, who quickly sighed in relief. "Too...tight...It was choking me..." He unsuccessfully hid the handkerchief in his back pocket. It was too late though...Mimi had already seen the blood. The brunette and the pink haired girl locked eyes; both knew the truth, but one was pleading not to tell. Damn, serenity. It wouldn't let her tell the truth. Mimi sighed. Okay, you win, Yagami. I can't win against you or your puppy dog eyes.
"Sora, Tai, I'm leaving." The brunette nodded, his expressive eyes silently thanking her as Mimi watched the small of Sora's back. Mimi doubted that Sora even knew that she left. Take care of him, Sora. Don't let him d--
000
Die. Yamato thought he was gonna die. But in a good way with his heart bursting with love. If he did die now, at least he would be happy. Yamato gave another content sigh. "Did you see--"
"Yes, Matt," Akira cut him off. "We saw. Now go find your loverboy. We have a play to score."
The blonde complied happily as he went off to find the brunette.
"But someone else was to meet Taichi that night. The Duke..."
000
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sora wasn't sure what to think after Tai's little... "Can you still go through with the plan? You know, the Duke keeps asking about you."
"The Duke?"
"Yes, he's the big shot investor who was thinking about making a huge contribution to the play. Think about it, Tai, with his help, we'll have the money and you can finally--"
"Yes, I remember," Tai nodded. "But one question...What's his type? Cute and bubbly...wilting flower...or smothering temptress..." He quickly demonstrated each one.
"Go with the third one. Smothering temptress. Trust me; I know a little something about these matters and he'll love that one."
"Okay, smothering temptress it is."
"Should I send the Duke up to your room? Can you get there by yourself or should I send Meems with you? Where is she anyways?"
"I think she went off with Koushiro. Don't bother finding her. I'll manage by myself."
"Don't worry, Tai. You're a great actor. You'll get him for sure," Sora pronounced encouragingly.
Yeah... Tai thought listlessly, but it's not him that I'm worried about.
000
Yamato found himself backstage, searching for Taichi's dressing room. "It's the red room," his friend Akira had whispered. The blonde singer/writer remembered nodding, but he didn't remember moving exactly. His body must been working on auto-pilot, he reasoned, for the next he knew, he had arrived at this famed "red room." Well, here it goes... Yamato took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"I've been expecting you," a husky soft voice answered. He knew that voice, Yamato thought, his heart beating faster as he stared as his feet. His piercing blue eyes followed up the tight fabric of rather stylish skinny jeans to a loose complementary dress shirt to glossy tan skin and a well-built body to finally a face. Taichi, the brunette vision that opened the door. With Taichi clad in tight dark blue skinny jeans and an unbuttoned dress shirt that even Yamato, the Teenage Wolves' fashion expertise, would approve of, the shorter brunette leaned suggestively on the door frame. "I've been expecting you," he said in the same breathy voice that had driven the night club's fans insane. "This is a lovely place for a poetry reading, isn't it?" Tai smiled seductively.
"Um...yeah," Matt swallowed, feeling the color creep on to his cheeks, hoping that Tai wouldn't notice.
Tai, on the other hand, seemed perfectly comfortable as he pulled the blond into his room.
For such a small frame, he's surprisingly strong, Matt thought as he stuttered with his words. "S-so I w-was h-here because..." C'mon, Ishida, keep your cool. You're in front of hundreds of screaming fans all the time. Why is this one guy so different? Matt inhaled deeply, hoping to calm his frazzled nerves.
Tai, however, seemed unfazed. "I know." Then he cracked open his lips with that stunning grin of his. "Poetic enough for you?" The brunette's hips swayed gently as his warm brown eyes met blue.
"Y-yes," Matt managed to nod, letting go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
Tai smiled again, that charming smile. "A little supper or a little champagne, perhaps?" he offered.
"I already ate," Matt replied, a little too quickly, but not any less awkward.
"Oh."
"Well...if you don't mind...I rather just get this over and done with."
"Your wish is my command," Tai murmur, quirking his left eyebrow in return.
Oh, how he wished he wouldn't say that...He looked so hot! Matt felt that blush and another feeling coming as he watched the brunette.
"So...," Tai started as he approached his king sized bed. "Why don't you...come down here?" he crawled across the bed, every curve and crease of his pants clung to his legs. Somehow, Tai managed to look stiff but graceful at the same time. Matt didn't think that was even possible. "Let's get this over and done with."
Well, if they were only gonna discuss play transactions, then Matt couldn't understand what they needed the bed for. Oh, how I wish he wouldn't do that... "I prefer to do it standing."
Tai paused for a moment. "Alright, if you say so..." In one fluid motion, he stretched out from his position, attempting to join Matt on the floor.
"Wait, wait...no, no...you don't have to stand. Sometimes it's...it's quite long and I'd like for you...for you to be comfortable." Matt was quite sure that he was as red as a tomato by now, that he would be surprised if he wasn't. Well, here goes nothing... "What I do is quite modern, and it might feel strange at first...but I'm sure that if you're open, you might enjoy it!"
"I'm sure I will."
"Excuse me." Matt turned around, playing with his pant's zipper while Tai resumed his position on the bottom of the bed, wrapping himself in the thin silken sheets.
"Is everything okay?" Tai asked after a while.
"Um...yeah. I just get a little nervous and sometimes it takes a while for...inspiration to come." Yes, how am I gonna convince amazing, beautiful you to hear out my humble play?
"Oh, yes..." the brunette's eyes widened in almost a sudden understanding. Well, in this case, it was a misunderstanding, but still... "Inspiration...let me help you." Tai dragged himself off the bed. Suddenly, he was hugging Matt's knees.
He looks so cute... Matt found himself petting the brunette's wild mess of hair.
"Does that inspire you?" Once again, Tai's voice brought him out of his thoughts as the courtesan's breath tickled his legs.
"Yes...I mean, no...I mean..." Matt stuttered, but Tai didn't seem to be listening.
"Poetry," he whispered ever so softly. "I want poetry."
"Alright," the blonde finally agreed. If it gets me a job... Yamato opened his mouth and sang:
"My gift is my song
And this one's for you
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song
It maybe quite simple
But now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world"
"It's..." Taichi was speechless. No one had ever written or sang a song for him before. "I think I'm in love."
Yamato smiled as he pulled the boy off his knees and held him close. "I'm glad you like it," the blonde beamed.
"Oh yes, I do." Tai smiled as Matt leaned, greeting the brunette's soft lips with his own. "Oh, Duke," Tai sighed between kisses. "I'm in love with a young, handsome and talented Duke."
"Duke?"
"Not that the title's important of course."
"I'm not a Duke."
Taichi almost pulled away. "Not a Duke?"
"I'm a writer."
"A writer?"
"Yes, a writer."
Suddenly they both heard a loud knock on the door, followed by Sora's voice. "Tai, the Duke's here," she called.
"Shit."
To be continued...
Author's Note: Yes! I can finally update now that AP isn't taking over my life. To hell with standardized testing. Anyways, so what do you think? Personally I think it's horrible writing, but then again, I tend to judge more harshly for myself. Well, thank you for reading and reviewing.
Chandra: Thanks! I'm glad you think so. -nervous chuckle- Well, here's more of it.
krad: Thank you. Yeah, I was worried that the last chapter would turn out too rushed or confusing. I'm glad it made sense.
KoumiLoccness: Well, originally, I wasn't planning on adding any Koumi, Jyoura, or Ioryako to this, but somehow, a hinting of Koushiro/Mimi slipped in (if you squint). Still I tried. I also hinted at Mimi/Sora, Mimi/Tai, Tai/Sora... I don't know if you're into those pairings, and most likely, nothing will come out of it, but interpret it as you wish. Who knows...maybe other pairings will slip in.
Courage Sun: Did you watch Moulin Rouge? I recommend it! Thank you. Hopefully I updated soon enough. Hehe...I just had to add Oliver Wood! He just seemed to fit...although soccer has nothing to do with the story. I'm glad you agree. But personally, I prefer a little Draco Malfoy (What! Tom Felton is hot!!).
By the way, did anyone notice the references to the digidestined and their crests? Sora's love makes her the owner of a...do I dare say, a "lovemaking business?" Koushiro and how he "knows" what to do. That has to do with knowledge, right? Then you have Mimi with her serenity...Too bad she can't tell the truth.
On that note, thank you again for reading and reviewing. All questions and comments are welcome. So, please drop by with a comment, yeah? Free brownies anyone?