Chapter 1 -
Ironic Rain
"The Ab-Tronic gave me the tightest abs ever! I couldn't believe the difference
after just ONE week!"
'Huh... I wonder if I need tighter abs...'
"With only five EASY payments of 29.99 you can own your very own Ab- Tronic!
Just take the easy to apply ELECTRODES and stick them on your stomach! Now turn
on the machine and feel it work! It gently MASSAGES the muscles, but you feel
like you've done 100 sit-ups!"
'Wait- electrodes?! How can it gently massage and still make you feel like
you've worked your ass off?'
"The girls couldn't keep their hands off me after only ONE week!"
"Feh, girls. You've lost your target audience!" With that, Taichi turned the TV
off. "Although, I guess their target audience isn't... you know--" A knock on
the door derailed Taichi's train of thought.
Getting up to answer it, he quickly threw on a robe. Greeting guests in only
aged boxers that, at once point, had glowed in the dark was not exactly the best
way to make friends. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his bottle of Ramune
soda and chugged the last bit down. The knocking sound was getting louder now,
and was getting on Taichi's nerves.
"Who the heck is at my door at bloody 2 AM, anyway? Shut up! I have neighbors
you know! ...Not that I'm considerate of them... but you're a guest! You should
be!" He opened the door. "...um..." was all that he could say.
Yamato was drenched to the bone. His white (now see-through) button- up shirt
was only half done up and messily tucked in. His black slacks were hanging
loosely without a belt, and his hair looked barely brushed. There was something
very, very wrong.
"...hi..." Taichi finally managed. That was all it took to get Yamato's eyes
leaking.
"Can I stay here tonight?" the drenched boy asked, hanging his head.
Taichi couldn't believe his luck. Yamato must have finally come to grips with
his feelings for him! 'Heck, he's standing here disheveled and drenched to the
bone! Except, it isn't raining...' "Um... why are you soaked?" Taichi asked
hopefully. It must be some sort of attempt at turning him on! It must be! His
eyes lowered to Yamato's chest and he realised that it wasn't failing either. He
could see the pink coloration of the pale boy's nipples showing through the
drenched fabric, and it made him think about what ELSE he might be looking at
soon...
"I must have walked through some sprinklers or something," Yamato muttered. "I
didn't even notice."
'Or, it could just be that he walked through some sprinklers,' Taichi sighed. 'I
should start going to bed earlier, staying up late encourages way too wishful
thinking.' Finally distracted from Yamato's sexy appearance, he noticed the
blonde boy's expression.
Eyes brimming over with tears, his lower lip trembling, his nose red from
sniffling--he had never seen Yamato so upset. "What happened?" Taichi stared.
"S...S...Sora and I..." Yamato began to sob. Taichi led him inside, closing the
door behind him. He sat on the couch, and motioned for Yamato to follow.
Instead, he suddenly felt Yamato wrapped around his waist, trembling.
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." Taichi tried to pry the now suprisingly strong arms from around
his waist, but Yamato didn't budge. He curled up next to Taichi and rested his
head on his shoulder.
"She... she says she doesn't love me because I'm too anal retentive about
everything!" Yamato cried in-between sobs. Taichi didn't want to say anything
because denying it would be a lie, and saying that he always thought his
anal-retentiveness was cute would be inappropriate at a time like this. "She
says we have to have time apart and that I never loved her anyway so it
shouldn't matter and... and... I am anal rententive aren't I!" Yamato sobbed
more.
"Er... in a good way!" Taichi said cheerily, and tried to find a place to put
his arms. He could fold them behind his head, but that felt awkward. He could
hold them in the air but that was stupid. 'Or I can wrap my arms around him.'
Taichi slowly placed his hand on Yamato's back. The only responce was that he
was squeezed even tighter. 'I think I like this!' Taichi tried to hide the huge
Cheshire smile that was appearing on his face, but it was hard.
"So... you're single? Er... I mean you broke up?" The idea cheered Taichi even
more, but he tried to sound sympathetic.
"She didn't even give me a good reason! She kept saying things like, 'You don't
love me anyway! You're too busy with work! You're too anal- retentive! It'll
never work! You'll be happier this way!' and on and on and on and... And what
about her?!" Yamato suddenly straightened, loosening his grip on Taichi, but not
totally letting go. "Why is it all MY fault?! Isn't the dumper supposed to be
KIND to the dumpee? Aren't they supposed to say stuff like 'It's not you! It's
me! I really did care about you!' Stuff like that! Yeah!" Yamato's face crumpled
again and he hiccupped.
"...You're drunk."
"I miss Soraaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Yamato whined.
"No wonder you're acting so weird! You're plastered! You stopped at a bar on the
way here, didn't you?!" Taichi was suddenly very turned off.
"I just had a few drinks! I never get drunk!" Yamato pouted.
"Hey, at least you're not having your period. I was wondering, with all the mood
swings. No blood, right?"
"My heart is bleeding!" Yamato stood suddenly, posing dramatically, pointing to
the heavens with one outstretched arm. "Don't deny me of that, Sora! You can
leave me, but you can never make me leave my emotions!" With that, Yamato
hiccupped and fell over onto the couch, deep asleep.
'Man, what the heck have I gotten myself into?' Taichi couldn't help but smile.
"Not hard to tell you're an artist, is it?" he chuckled. "My heart is bleeding?
Oh please... next thing I know you'll be writing shoujo theme songs." Taichi got
his extra blanket and pillow and tucked Yamato in snugly on the couch, resisting
the urge to give him a goodnight kiss.
"Sweet dreams, drama queen."