#taiyama week 2018

[jokessho]

Day 1: Invitation

TaiYama week 2018

Day 1: Invitation (idea from a writing prompt)

Warnings: I use the word ‘dick’ once (twice if you count this warning about it xD )

Note: This is kind of early for some, but I’ll be quite busy for the rest of the day, so I might forget to post this later on. All these prompts will be short because I refuse to start yet another long project from one of these :P

FFN

AO3

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Yamato frowned as he heard a knock on his apartment’s door. He pulled off his apron, which he had just prior finished putting on and walked to answer the door.

A man, about Yamato’s age, with thick, messy brown hair stood in the hallway, grinning broadly.

“Hi,” the man said brightly.

Yamato eyed the man wearily; he had never seen the brunet before.

The man continued grinning at Yamato.

“Did you need something?” Yamato finally asked.

“Dinner, please.”

Yamato’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.

“…I beg your pardon?”

“Dinner.” The man’s grin somehow widened even more. “Please.” He moved forward, as if to enter Yamato’s apartment.

“Wow, wait,” Yamato lifted a hand to stop the man. “I don’t even know who you are…” He paused. “And I will be extremely weirded out if you know who I am, for that matter.”

The brunet cocked his head to the side, still smiling, though not as widely. “You’re my downstairs neighbour! I just moved in last week, into the apartment right above yours. Your food smells great and I’m pathetic at cooking—all my creations taste either too bland or too flavourful.”

Yamato blinked a few times, staring at the other man. Then he retreated into his apartment and shut the door calmly.

Yamato walked into the kitchen, away from the sound of knuckles against the wood of the door.

“My name’s Taichi, by the way!” The man called through the door. “Yagami Taichi!”

Yamato pulled on his apron again and turned on the small radio sitting on his kitchen counter. He would just go about his evening as usual, ignoring the dick at his door. He would grow tired of knocking soon, anyway.

An hour and a half later, Yamato found himself exactly one floor up from his own apartment.

Yagami had indeed gotten tired of knocking at some point, though Yamato had been so absorbed in cooking and singing along to the radio that he hadn’t even noticed when that point had been.

Yamato looked down at the container in his hands. He heaved a huge sigh before knocking on the door in front of him.

Nothing.

Yamato knocked again.

Still there was no answer.

Yamato frowned at the door. And knocked again.

As there was still no answer after the third time knocking, Yamato decided that it was pointless to stand in the hallway, let alone in front of an apartment whose resident he didn’t even know.

Deciding that the food in the container would be better off in his own fridge, Yamato turned and started back towards the stairs.

A second later, he heard a door open and a: “Wait!”

With a roll of his eyes, Yamato turned.

The two males stared at each other, one in exasperation, the other in confusion.

“Um,” Yagami started, “did you need something?”

Looking like it was a huge inconvenience, but also an unavoidable obligation, Yamato trudged over to Yagami’s apartment door.

“Here.” Yamato shoved the container into Yagami’s hands, not looking him in the eyes. “I accidentally made too much and I don’t like re-heating food.” Yamato frowned at the container. “You might have to re-heat it since you took so long to answer the door.”

“Heh.” Yagami scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry, bathroom.”

“Whatever,” Yamato mumbled, turning back to the stairs.

“I’ll bring the container back tomorrow, okay?”

“Whatever,” Yamato repeated, though a bit louder, before taking the first step down towards his own apartment.

[twinfanfics]

Taiyama week - promp switched partners

This promp is really funny. I made a single parent AU!!

An honest mistake

Pair: Taiyama

Resume: Yamato went to his son at the kindergarten to discovered that his son was switched, after the first panick reaction he discover that the father that take care of his son is pretty handsome. 

Five minutes after the kindergarten closed Yamato entered for the door.

“Joe, I’m so sorry, this semester my music class end at the four o´clock. Thank you so much for let me pick up Gus after the time” Said Yamato quiclky.

“There is no problem, Matt; Gus is such a nice kid, he has been sleep for a while” Joe answered as finished to organized the papers of the kindergarten.

Over the couch on the receiver was a little baby boy with a full dog costume who covers him from toe to hair.

Yamato stared a couple of seconds.

“Joe”

“Yeah?”

“He isn’t Gus”

“What!?”

Joe bended over the little boy and saw a big red hair and a goofy smile.

“OH MY GOD, ADAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHY ARE YOU WEARING GUS PAJAMAS?”

“Joe, where is my son?” Said Yamato as the panik started to raise over “You couldn´t lose my son, I swear to god!!”

“Calm down” Joe said as Yamato hold him by the shirt “I can fix it!”

The nervious man get out his cellphone with clumsiness as Yamato yelled at him.

“How you couldn’t tell!! OH GOD JOE YOU ARE IS GODFATHER!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU…”

On the other end of the line someone answered.

“Yes, Mr. Kido what is happening?”

“Oh. Mr Yagami, I’m afraid that your sister took the wrong kid”

“The wrong kid? What are you talking about?”

“Yes, Adam is still on the kindergarten”

“WHAT?!”

“I can’t apopogized enought”

“TODAY IS HIS BIRTHDAY”

“Mr. Yagami, please, I’m afraid that you get Ishida’s son”

Joe could hear him screams at the other side.

“HE IS YOUR NEPHEW KARI, HOW IS POSIBLE THAT YOU GET CONFUSED, I’M GOING TO BREAK YOUR PHONE, YOUKIDNAPEDACHILD!!!”

Yamato snatched the phone from Joe’s hands.

“Hello? This is Yamato Ishida, where is my son?”

“Mr. Ishida, I’m so sorry. Your son is fine, he is here with me,  we are at enter of the park of the city. How is Adam?”

“He is sleeping on my son’s pajamas”

“Oh this is a mess, but listen…”

“Put him on the phone”

“What?”

“Put.My.Son.On.The.Phone”

.

.

“Gus, how are you honey” said Yamato with the sweetest voice while the little toodler babbling on the phone “Don’t worry, okey? your father is going”

“Look, I’m sorry all of this” Taichi said  on the phone again.

“You said you are at the enter of the City Park?”

“Yes, just on the ice cream station”

“I’m on my way”

Yamato pick up the little Adam and get out the kindergarten while glancing at Joe with an reprehensible look.

   Taichi breaht deeply and look at his new friend. Gus was wearing the favorite pijama of Adam, a full dinasour costume. The little blonde boy has no more than two years old.

“Hey buddy, your papa is on his way, you had to apologyzed my sister, but at least you are getting ice cream”

Gus laughted a little while took the cookies of the ice cream and eaten slowly.

“Don´t you like the ice cream? This is Adam’s favorite”

“Aaadam” pronunced Gus shyly.

“Do you know my son?”

“Friend” Said the little boy while parted the cookie by the half and extended to Taichi.

“You are really nice Gus, but my ice cream is going to arrive soon”

Gus didn’t answered back and stayed eating his cookie with little bites as he wanted the cookie to last forever.

 “Gus!” Yamato yell ignoring Taichi and hugging his son “My little boy how are you? Are you fine? Didn’t you get scared? What are you eating?”

Yamato was carrying both children and before he can estopped Adam, he get a bite at Gus cookie.

“Adam! How are you little buddy?” exclaimed Taichi aparting his baby from Yamato’s hands.

As the inevitable, Adam cried out when he get separated of the cookie. Gus, at get confused, cried too.

 A few minutes passed until the childred get on peace. Some how Adam had two cups of ice cream and Gus had all the cookies.

Taichi released a sight. His son was safe and sound, eating his favorite ice cream at his birthday.

And he has an incredible handsome blonde guy looking at him madly across the table.

“Don’t you like ice cream Mrs Ishida?”

“You kidnapped my son”

“Okey, it was an honest mistake that wasn’t mine but for my little sister, who hadn´t seen Adam that much. If something, we can blame the kindergarten”

“Joe do much more work that the one that he can handle”

“Mr Kido sounded stressed”

“Is his natural state”

“It’s my Birthday!” Exclaim Adam loudly.

“Yes, is your birthday, son, we are going to past all the afternoon on the park, just you and me little buddy” Said Taichi while cleaning the little boy’s face that is cover by ice cream.

But Adam reacted by hugging Gus.

“My friend is coming too”

“It doesn’t depend of me, Adam; but if Mr. Ishida wants it would be a good way to make it good for them, don’t you think? I guess we escared them a little”

“I didn’t scare” Adam said with determination.

“What do you said Gus, did you get scary?”

Gus cover his face with the dinasour costume and hug Adam a little more, hidding of Taichi’s look.

“It’s fine Gus, we can go home if you wanted” Yamato said.

“friend” answered gus pointing at Adam. And them he cover his face again.

Taichi look at Yamato confused.

“I know you are probably bussy, but if you want to come with us, it would be fine, the kids look happy together, and I can invited you some cotton candy and sandwinchs at the park”

“We are already eating ice cream”

“Yeah, but is Adam birthday, and he is always hungry”

Taichi feel the judgamental look of Mr. Ishida over him.

“He has fast metabolist, its normal, I know it, I watch a nutriologist”

“Fine, I guess we can had a little play date”  

The two kids ran over the park, taking turns to play on the slide.

Mr. Ishida and Mr. Yagami get sitting on a bank to watch the children while tray to disolved the akwarness around them.

“So, no birthday party” Yamato said.

“Oh, no, no. When I asked what he want for his birthday he said that he want to pasted all the day with me, so I take one half free day from the office. Maybe it doesn’t look like the big thing but…”

“It’s sweet” Yamato interrupted. And Taichi get a little lost on the sweet blue eyes.

“Thanks. Wherever, his grandmother is going to trhow a party the Saturday, Gus could come if you want. I let some invitations at the kindergarten but there were a incident when Adam bite his classmates or something like that”

“Oh it was Adam, Joe comented me something about that”

“Yes, my little son has problems with his personal space. I’m glad that he had a friend. Gus it’s a really cute child”

“Thak you, maybe I spoiled him a little, but he is the best of my life” Yamato said with shine on his eyes.

“So, you and Mr. Kido are close?” Taichi asked as it was nothing.

“Joe and I are friends since we are kids. When he is not loosing my child he is a real saint. Gus wouldn’t pasted the divorce witout his help”

“Sorry” Taichi said at the sudent revealed of information.

“It’s fine”

“I’m divorced too. But us was really friendly. If I work too much my ex husband is a workaholic. At the end it didn’t work, but I like to think we are still friends”

“Do he help you with Adam”

“He give me a pretty good money”

Yamato let going a pretty dry laught.

“We pasted all our life trying to don’t comment our parents mistakes, and at the end…”

“Do be like that, Gus looks like a really happy kid”  Taichi interrupted when his new friend get dramatic.

“I know, I know. Thak you Mr. Yagami”

“Taichi is fine”

“Yamato” the blonde said as extended his hand.

Before Taichi can get his handshake Adam appear to bite his arm imitating a dog.

“Adam” Yamato exclaimed. But Taichi exagerated the pain and pretend to faint over the park floor. Rapidly Gus and Adam were over him playing.

Taichi laughted and Yamato took photographs. By the end of the day the two kids were eating so many things and fall slept over his fathers shoulders.

“This was really nice” Yamato said “I never had seen Gus talking so much with anyone, he really likes Adam”

“And I had never seen a kid who were so happy sharing his food, I’m afraid that their friednship is compromised” Taichi said getting an honest laught of Yamato.

“I would be glad to see you again” For a moment the conversation get a warm and close feeling.

“Yes, shure” Taichi said. And before Yamato finish to walk away he continued “Maybe I even could convice my sister to watch out the children one day, you know if you want to see me again, with no children, or maybe, if you wanted, or not if you don’t think that”

“Sound nice”.

Taichi looked at the pair of blondies walk away while he hold his sleeping son on his arms, worry that the hard  heartbeats would wake him.

[raging-violets]

Apart from Taiyama Week 2018, Fictober 2019 was the only other event thing involving writing I’ve finished.

I am so proud of myself.

It may not have 31 days straight as I purposefully combined a few days, and some days I was just too lazy to write so I resulted in combining so I wouldn’t fall behind, but for the most part, I wrote consecutively for days. Days!

1K words or so was my max, but it felt good just to do a little bit of writing every day.

I need to keep this up with my fics.

[teenymandini]

Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 1: Invitation)

A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018! Original story here: FF.Net 

~*~* ~*~* ~*~* "He's still asleep, but you're welcome to try and wake him up." Hiroaki trudged back into the kitchen to resume making his coffee. Taichi frowned as he removed his trainers; he had always known Yamato to be a morning person. It was unusual for him to sleep in beyond 9am. He had assumed that as it was nearing on 11am, Yamato would be up and about, and willing to head into Shibuya with him, but apparently that was not the case. Heading over to Yamato's bedroom door, he rapped his knuckles against the wood, waited for several seconds. No response. Shrugging his shoulders, he lightly twisted the doorknob then stepped inside, before silently shutting the door behind him.

Yamato's bedroom was always super tidy. The blond often scolded Taichi for moving things slightly out of place. The morning sunshine had already leaked through the pale white curtains but, despite this, Yamato, who was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of black underwear, appeared to be out like a light, curled up on his bed with the covers tucked between his legs and his head sunk firmly into the pillow. His chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern.

As he approached the bed, Taichi stopped suddenly when his toes nudged against an object resting on the floor by the foot of the bed. His eyes drifted down to the object, an open notepad- the sort that Yamato often used to scribble down song lyrics and musical rifts. He figured that this was probably the reason why the blond was still fast asleep. No harm in having a peep, Taichi decided. He crouched down and picked the notepad up, brow furrowing as he stood back up and started to read the writing neatly scribbled across the exposed page.

Operation "Grow Some Balls": Invite Taichi out to Joypolis Joypolis was one of Taichi's favourite places in Odaiba. Who could resist an indoor amusement park? A smile stretched across Taichi's face as he glanced back over at Yamato's sleeping form. The blond looked awfully blissful in his state of rest. Taichi dropped the notebook back onto the floor. This invitation could not be passed up; Joypolis could wait. Carefully, he climbed onto the bed and crawled over Yamato's body, then slipped underneath, into the warmth of the covers, pulling the blond up against him. Yamato barely stirred from his slumber and seemed to happily melt against Taichi's athletic frame. It was comfortable, and Yamato smelt sweet and homely, like a freshly baked cake. Taichi felt his eyelids start to droop. The next thing; a panicked squeak, followed by a heavy thud. Taichi groggily shifted across the mattress and peered over the edge of the bed. Yamato was an ungraceful mass on the floor; he slowly gazed up at Taichi through his long eyelashes, blue eyes unblinking. The brunet stared back at him, the corner of his lip forming into a small smirk as he soaked in the pink tint streaked across Yamato's cheeks. "So, Yama, when are you taking me to Joypolis?"

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[taichixyamato]

Today marks the beginning for Taiyama Week 2018!!

Like always, this is an event where you can decide how to take part in. Every type of fanwork is accepted, late submissions are always welcome, and prompts are open to interpretation. 

Just a reminder to use the #taiyamaweek when posting up your work. If you’d like to see a full list of prompts. Please check out this link [here]. I’m excited to see all the fanwork that unfolds for this event! Happy TaiYama Week everyone!

[raging-violets]

Happy Odaiba Day Digimon Fans

As usual, I have nothing prepared for it. Lol. But this is one of the shows I always go back to and have always and will always love. I love talking about it and abandoned ideas, and "what ifs" and all that jazz with my sisters.

BUT, if you want to see some Digimon content I've written you can check out my Taiyama Week 2018 posts.

The first one is also on our FFN, and you can find them on our AO3.

Maybe I'll take today to flesh out more ideas for my Digimon OC.

-Rhuben

[confundida25]

My lovely sister @blueuchan and I star a side blog for our fanfics and decide to open it for the taiyamaweek, we are gonna be posting little drabbles all week so go and follow us!! c:

Also in the future we are gonna reupdate all ours old fanfic in a better and organize way, and star new ones.

Taiyamaweek 2018  Day 1. Invitation

The first prom of the Taiyamaweek!!! Invitation is such a good prom.

Fanfic: invitation

Yamato Pov

Resume: Yamato reflex about Taichi’s behavior.

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Sometimes Taichi touch Yamato hand, sometimes it was clear the meaning behind his action.

At the middle of the battle, when the fear coursed through his bones, Taichi touch was there to infer him courage,  it was the promise that they would survive, that they would  prevail.

But at lunchtime while they joke and laugh and talk about nothing,  when they do everything to get into each other nerves he has no other option but ignore   Taichi´s knee under the table, Yamato repeat and repeat in his head that the constant cares was only his imagination, a mistake, a cruel side effect of the limited space.

When they go out in the middle of the summer, when the heat was intense and the sun burn their skins,  and even then Taichi seat near to him, to unnecessary close, so close that their elbows touch, so close that Taichi could steal the last bite of his ice cream without problem, in a motion so impossible sweet that make him turn around, his cares has no other secret purpose, not hiding intention.  

After finish the last song, when his energy low down, when he was fully aware that his hair was a mess and his body was covered in sweat Yamato must aloud  his best friend to hug him with all his force, and tenderness, Taichi wisper words of courage and congratulations to his ear. 

What was he thinking? what does he want? Why was he proud of him? 

Yamato lay down on bed repeating to himself that he was imagine things, that every smile and every care that Taichi give means no more than respect and friendship . They were friends, he was just Taichi´s friend, a good friend, if he must be honest even sometimes a bad friend.

He miss the old days, when they were children and punch each others were valid.

Because god dammit, now when they disagree Taichi insist in talk about it, and he hate it, he hate it with every cell on his body, he hate that now he was mature and thoughtful and even a better leader that he was before, everyone in a wild after horrible hours of talk  and talk and listen he had to give Taichi the reason  or even worse, sometimes Taichi give him the reason, and smile at him, and put his stupid hand over his shoulder.

He cannot live like that, it was insufferable.

He need to sleep and eat and think in something else that the touch of the hand of his friend over his shoulder  and the beautiful beautiful sound of the phrase Yea, i was wrong on Taichi´s lips. 

Taichi wasn’t allowed to torture him like that.

So, when Taichi touch his hand no, when Taichi hold his hand in the way back home, he couldn’t take it anymore , his mental sanity force him to act and unfortunately he did on the only way he know.

Why he had to be so intense? why he didn’t ask or talk or any other reasonable thing that normal people did when they were uncertain about their feelings?

No, he must slam his best friend to the wall, he must put both hands against  him and yell at him without reason, angry about his kindness, he call himself an idiot a hundred of times, 

He did´t deserve Taichi attention, and after his behavior surely Taichi would realize he worth nothing. 

But Taichi didn’t yell him back, didn’t even react at his violent action, he knew that he didn’t pretend to hurt him, still he remains again the cold wall without moving, and call him.

“Yamato”

His voice was deep, strong, it was his voice when he had make a decision,  no hesitation, his brow eyes stare directly at him, there was no doubt on Taichi, he was just there.

And that was when Yamato get it, he finally understand, he was waiting.  

Taichi touch was an invitation

[twinfanfics]

Taiyama fanfiction

This is a recopilation of the Taiyama fanfiction that we did for the Taiyama week 2018. Most of them are sweet one shoots, but they are also some two part fanfic. 

You can check it on AO3

An honest mistake:  (Single parent AU) Yamato went to his son at the kindergarten to discovered that his son was switched, after the first panick reaction he discover that the father that take care of his son is pretty handsome.

Who knows: (oblivious Matt)  Yamato’s manager confront him about hadn’t inform the band that he has a boyfriend. Yamato didn´t know he has one.

Rejection:  (misscomunication 2/2 chapters) After Taichi confess his feelings Yamato and him struggle with comunication.

Haunted house: Takeru convice Taichi to dare his brother to the haunted house.

The point of no return: (Star Trek AU ) Yamato tought a bad brake up was the worst thing that could happen to him in his last year at the star academy, but he was wrong, now he must join his brother, his best friend and his exboyfriend in a suicidal mision into an estrange planet.  

invitation: Yamato reflex about Taichi’s behavior

[jokessho]

Update/Day 14: Freebie

Thank you, everyone! Especially @taichixyamato for organising this event! It has been a blast and I hope you’ve all enjoyed my rushed contribution ;D

TaiYama week 2018

Day 14: Freebie

Warnings: Mentions of sex

FFN

AO3

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“We should move in together,” Taichi commented one evening when the two were having dinner at Yamato’s apartment.

Yamato chewed his food thoughtfully, swallowing and nodding. “That might be an idea.”

“That is an idea,” Taichi teased, eyes glinting. “Just, is it a good or bad one?”

Yamato stuck his tongue out at the brunet and brought his empty chopsticks to his lower lip. “I think it would be a good idea.” Yamato waved the chopsticks vaguely. “We spend most of our time outside of work together, anyway, and in either your apartment or mine. There’s no point in having two separate places when we pretty much just use one. Less travelling between floors, too.”

Taichi’s eyes fell to his plate and he pushed his food around. “So are you saying you want to move in together because it’s more convenient?”

Rolling his eyes, Yamato placed his chopsticks down and reached over to tap the tabletop in front of Taichi, making the brown eyes snap up. “You should know to read a bit between the lines when it comes to me, Taichi. Honestly, after three years of dating, you’re supposed to know what I mean, even if I don’t say it outright. Of course I don’t mean it like that.”

Taichi shoved food into his mouth.

Yamato sighed and got up, moving to the other side of the table. He leaned down to give Taichi a hug. “I love you and I want to live with you.”

Finally, Taichi brought his face up, grin adorning his lips. “I know, I just wanted to hear it.”

“You’re annoying,” Yamato stated, brushing his fingers through Taichi’s thick hair on the way back to his seat. “So do you want to?”

“Want to what?” Taichi asked around a mouthful of food.

Yamato briefly wondered if his eyes could get stuck from rolling them so much at Taichi’s antics.

“Move in together,” Yamato clarified.

“Yes.”

“Well,” Yamato started, being momentarily stunned at the frankness of the reply. “I guess we should start sorting things out with the landlord and start moving our things—wait, which apartment are we moving into?”

Taichi pondered this for a second, pursing his lips. “Mine? I live higher so it’s a better view of the city.”

“More stairs to climb daily.”

“True.”

“And I’m pretty sure I have more stuff.”

“I have a better TV, though.”

“Seeing as I don’t have one, yes, you do. But even if we move in here, you’d still have the TV.”

“Right.” Taichi glanced around. “I suppose you do have more things, like in the kitchen and stuff, and always having to go up an extra flight of stairs will be a pain.”

“The city’s pretty ugly, too, so the view’s not something to brag about.”

“True, I don’t know why I even suggested it,” Taichi laughed.

The two finished their food in silence.  It was only after Yamato had started washing the dishes that Taichi spoke up again:

“You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“Why ‘surprisingly?’”

Taichi shrugged, though it was difficult from his position, slumped on the table. He chewed his lip, staring at Yamato’s back. “I guess I was just expecting you to freak out or something. I mean, this is a pretty big step to take.”

Yamato, too, shrugged. “I suppose, but I think we’re ready for it. You have put up with me for three years, despite the rocky start, so I think we’ll be able to handle any problems that arise.”

“Are you anticipating problems?”

“Some are bound to crop up.” Yamato pulled the plug from the sink and dried his hands. He left the dishes to drip dry on the side. He turned to face Taichi, leaning against the counter. “We haven’t fully lived together, so we don’t know all of each other’s habits. There are always minor things.”

Taichi stood and walked over to pin Yamato to the counter. “Yeah, you’re right. But we’ll work through everything.”

Yamato nodded. “We’ll need a new bed.”

Taichi quirked an eyebrow. “Because we’ve ruined the springs on both of ours already?”

Yamato laughed, burying his face in Taichi’s shoulder. “Idiot. We both have single beds. Enough as they may seem during the occasional sleepover, it would be more practical to get a larger one.”

“Plus, we probably have destroyed the springs.”

“…mine are actually pretty busted…”

[jokessho]

Update/Day 10: Scary stories

I didn’t have much time to write today, so sorry for any gaps in logic or flow. I’ll go back later on to edit this entire series, but bear with it for now :3

Note: Today’s prompt was apparently supposed to be ‘rescue,’ which I’m missing from my list oops, but I don’t have time to write anything new and this one’s posted already, so I’ll just swap these days around :P

TaiYama week 2018

Day 10: Scary stories

Warnings: Scary stories (no, I’m kidding, there’s nothing scary in this), swearing

FFN

AO3

-o-o-o-o-o-

It had been years since Yamato had last dated someone. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been looking for someone, but gays were hard to come by in Japan and the first impression he usually gave tended to be rude.

He was grateful the rudeness hadn’t deterred Taichi.

Dating Taichi was nice.

Taichi was nice.

Yamato was jolted out of his thoughts at the knock on his door. It had been a quiet and relaxing day, what with Taichi having gone to his parents’ place.

Glancing at the clock as he stood, Yamato realised that it was about time for Taichi to be back.

“Hey,” Taichi greeted as the door opened.

“Hi,” Yamato replied, opening the door further to let Taichi in.

Taichi entered with a playful gleam in his eyes. “What? No slamming the door in my face again?”

Yamato just rolled his eyes and led the way to the living room. He sat on the couch, looking up at Taichi. “How was the trip?”

Taichi flopped down on the couch, legs landing on Yamato’s lap. He propped his arms behind his head. “Tiring. My mum kept badgering me about why I didn’t bring you with me.”

Yamato petted Taichi’s shins. “Do you want a drink or something?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Taichi teased.

“I’m not,” Yamato huffed, lifting Taichi’s legs and sliding out from under them. “I was just asking if you wanted a drink after your tiring trip.”

“Sure, thanks.”

Yamato walked into the kitchen.

“I told her I’d bring you the next time,” Taichi called out, still sprawled on the couch. “She told me to make ‘next time’ next weekend.”

“Not happening,” Yamato announced as he walked back in with the drink.

“Thanks.” Taichi sat up properly to take a sip. “Would it really be that bad to meet my parents? I swear they’re nice.”

“I’m sure they are, but I’m just…” Yamato sat down, staring at his lap.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah.” Yamato shrugged half-heartedly.

Taichi leaned towards Yamato. “Don’t think about it as meeting my parents. Think about it as meeting new friends.”

Yamato burst out laughing. “Right.” He snorted. “My boyfriend’s parents will be my new best friends.”

Taichi froze, staring at Yamato.

Wide-eyed, Yamato quickly scanned his words. Oh shit.

The men stared at each other for a few seconds. Yamato was growing paler by the second, whilst Taichi’s mouth was turning up at the edges, eventually turning into an outright grin.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

“Well, I mean… I don—do you want to be?” Yamato hedged.

Taichi sat back, blinking.

Had Yamato really had the balls to ask that?

Based on the degree of redness on the blond’s face, yes he had.

Grinning, Taichi leaned forward to kiss Yamato on the lips. “I’d love to officially be your boyfriend. Given that I can call you my boyfriend, too.”

Yamato nodded, his face retuning to its usual paleness.

“Great.” Taichi grinned, then slapped a hand on his thigh. “We should celebrate this milestone with dinner and an amazing horror film.” Taichi’s eyes were alight with excitement. “Like I promised, I brought the rest of my movie collection here and I have so many horror films. Have you seen ‘Sixth sense?’”

Yamato’s face had gone beyond its usual paleness.

“What?”

“I don’t like horror movies,” Yamato mumbled.

Taichi sat there, blinking at his boyfriend. Yamato fidgeted with his hands and stared at anything that wasn’t Taichi.

Taichi set his drink onto the coffee table and took Yamato’s hands into his. Taichi looked Yamato dead in the eye.

“You can always spend the entire film snuggled up to my side, if you want.”

Yamato burst out laughing again and pulled his hands out of Taichi’s grip. “Thanks, but did you happen to bring anything less scary.”

“Nope.”

Yamato narrowed his eyes at Taichi in suspicion. “Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

“Snuggling it is, then,” Yamato relented with a sigh.

[jokessho]

Update/Day 8: Switched partners

Lo and behold, I did manage to write a short little something for this incredibly difficult prompt xD

TaiYama week 2018

Day 8: Switched partners

Warnings: Swearing

FFN

AO3

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“Why are we watching this?” Taichi asked, staring blankly at the TV that was displaying an episode of Wife Swap.

“Because we have exhausted your limited collection of movies,” Yamato replied, slouched on the couch, staring at the ceiling instead of the screen.

“What’s the point of this show anyway?”

Yamato raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it kind of obvious from the title?”

“Well, yeah, but.” Taichi flailed his hands at the screen. “Why would someone come up with something this dumb and who would be dumb enough to take part in something like this?”

Yamato glanced at the screen as one of the children threw a tantrum. “They pick the worst matches, just to get lots of drama. It’s entertaining for some; you know, those ‘some’ that like to watch others fuck up their lives.”

“Would you ever consider doing that? Swapping your wife, that is.”

“I’m not married.”

“But if you were.”

“Not possible.”

Taichi rolled his eyes. “I’m talking hypothetically, would you swap your wife for someone else’s temporarily?”

“You seem to be missing the point.”

Taichi gave Yamato a questioning look. “That being?”

“Never mind,” Yamato said, sitting up properly on the couch. He stared at the screen. “Why are we still watching this?”

Sighing, Taichi started flicking through the channels for what seemed like the millionth time. “You know, I have a huge collection of amazing films at my parents’ house.” He paused, both in his channel flicking and speech. “I should actually go back and pick up the rest of my stuff soon…”

Yamato yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He glanced at the digital clock on the DVD player. “I should go back home.” He stood and looked down at Tacihi. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow or something?”

Ever since Taichi had attempted to cook, the two had continued eating dinner together in Taichi’s apartment and watching movies or just chatting. It had been two weeks since then.

Taichi turned off the TV and followed Yamato to the door.

“Until tomorrow?” Taichi asked.

“Until tomorrow,” Yamato confirmed, swapping slippers, but making no further move to leave the apartment. Yamato’s eyes were trained on Taichi, but his gaze was unreadable.

Suddenly, what Yamato had meant earlier clicked in Taichi’s brain and his jaw dropped. “You mean you’re…” Taichi trailed off, but from the sheepish look on Yamato’s face, he didn’t need to finish his sentence.

“Yeah…” Yamato eyed his feet, scuffing the floor and shifting his footing. “Gay marriage isn’t possible in Japan.”

“Yet.”

Yamato’s head shot up, to stare at Taichi.

The brunet shrugged. “Well I’m going to be optimistic about getting married someday.” He smiled at Yamato, who returned it.

A door slamming shut snapped the men out of their staring.

“I guess I should go,” Yamato mumbled, pushing on the handle, though he didn’t step out. Instead, he turned slightly to look at Taichi and made as if to say something, but closed his mouth in the end. He looked back down at his feet and turned to make his exit.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Taichi mumbled, though a smile could be heard in his tone. He grabbed Yamato’s other wrist and gave a tug.

When Yamato turned questioning eyes to him, Taichi moved forward, planting his lips squarely on Yamato’s.

“Good night,” Taichi muttered against Yamato’s lips before guiding the stunned blond out of his apartment.

[raging-violets]

                                                Taiyama Week 2018 :: Day 7 :: Memory Loss

Taichi knew he was a fast runner. In fact, it was why he permanently had the position as a forward on his soccer team. Those well-trained muscles were put to good use as he ran for home as fast as humanly possible. He was in such a hurry in fact, that he bypassed the fact that he had ridden his bike to school that morning.

Because he was trying to put as much distance in between himself and Yamato as possible.

Sure, the bike would have been faster, but his brain didn’t work as fast as his legs did.

It was only a matter of time before Yamato caught up with him. He may not look like he athletic but looks were deceiving. He was a sprinter. And he wouldn’t let up until he caught who he was chasing. This time that was—

“TAICHI!”

Taichi quickly took the stairs two at a time, dropping his backpack and soccer bag along the way. Maybe it would trip him up and give him more time. The rapid thud of footsteps chasing behind him was enough of an incentive to keep going. Flying around the corner, he hurled himself towards the Yagami door, threw it open, kicked off his shoes, and grabbed the door handle, pulling it shut.

Yamato met him at the door a fraction of a second later. The door handle twisted violently back and forth. It was pulled open from the other side, but Taichi planted his feet on the floor, pulling it back shut.

“Come on,” he laughed, “it was just a joke.”

“Just a joke?” Yamato repeated, pulling harder. “Jun Motomiya is not a joke!”

Taichi laughed even harder. “Sure it is,” he replied. “I forgot how much she liked you. She started to like Jou, remember?”

“You forgot?” Yamato asked through clenched teeth. Taichi yelped as the door knob nearly slipped past his fingertips. “Did you take too many soccer balls to the head or something? Did you forget how I barely made it out alive after you all forced me to sit on a bus with her for. Four. Hours?!” Each word was punctuated with a hard pull at the door, nearly pulling Taichi off balance.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” he said with a shrug. Of course he didn’t forget.

He saw how desperate Yamato was to get out of being anywhere near her that day. Which made it that much funnier. Who knew a simple comment like “Yamato would like you to come to his next show” would cause so much trouble. He did. Of course he did. But, he wasn’t exactly saying it directly to Jun. He said it to Daisuke…and Jun just so happened to be around.

Taichi snickered.

“It’s not funny!”

“Yes, it is.”

Suddenly, everything stilled. No grunts of effort from either boy. No more of Yamato’s yelling. Taichi didn’t even dare a wheeze, he was straining so hard to listen to any sign of his friend. There was nothing.

And then there was something. Hikari. With his bike. Home from school. And his back pack. And his soccer bag. She just had to be helpful.

“No!” Taichi shouted. “Hikari, don’t!”

Taichi didn’t move fast enough. He lunged forward, but the door handle was pulled out of his reach.

He briefly got a glimpse of Hikari, smiling on the other side of the door, before his gaze shifted to the blue flames that were Yamato’s eyes. He turned on his heels and darted into his room. He didn’t make it another step before he found himself face down, repeatedly walloped on the back of the head with a pillow, with Yamato’s knees pressing into his back.

All the while, Taichi laughed hysterically.

[raging-violets]

TaiYama Week 2018 :: Day 11 :: Scary Stories

Following Daigo through the hotel, Taichi stepped up behind Yamato and walked his fingers up his friend’s back. Yamato instantly stiffened, eyes widening, and arched his back away from Taichi. Whirling around, he aimed a punch at Taichi’s arm, face a bright red.

“Cut it out!” he shouted.

“Sorry, geeze,” Taichi said, albeit with a smile. “Just trying to get your attention.”

Yamato frowned, adjusting his overstuffed backpack on his back. “You did it on purpose.”

“Those stories really freaked you out, huh?” Taichi asked, adjusting his bag as well. The side moved as Agumon shifted around inside. “You really got scared.”

“You screamed too,” Yamato protested.

“Yeah, but not like you.” Taichi’s smile widened. “You should have seen your face.”

“Shut up!” Yamato aimed another punch at Taichi’s arm. “It’s not funny. I told you, I’m not scared of ghosts.” With that, he turned on his heels and stormed to the hotel room the two of them were sharing. Once inside, they let their Digimon out of their bags. Gabumon shuffled towards the bathroom, commenting about keeping his fur clean. Agumon, of course, went looking for food.

“Hey, you have to pay for all of that,” Taichi warned, flopping down onto his bed. “I’m not made out of money.”

“And you just ate,” Yamato added.

“In all the excitement I got hungry again,” Agumon replied.

Taichi sighed, slapping his hand to his head. Rolling onto his side, he propped his head up with his hand. The room fell silent. Yamato stared up at the ceiling.

“I know you’re not scared of ghosts, Yamato,” he said suddenly.

“Just drop it,” came his gruff reply.

“No, seriously,” Taichi insisted. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“You hate not knowing things. You hate the unknown.” Yamato was silent. “When we first went to the Digital World, you lashed out whenever you didn’t know how Takeru was doing or where he was.” More silence. “You’ve always been that way. You hate things you can’t explain. Like when I suddenly didn’t want to fight with our Digimon.

Taichi watched as Yamato’s chest lifted with a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Taichi shrugged. Whenever Yamato was closing himself off, it was best to let himself deal with it whatever way he thought best. Usually, it meant more anger, but Taichi learned not to take it personally.

“You don’t know what it was like, watching mom and dad fight all the time,” Yamato said quietly. “You never knew if you were going to come home to a good day or a bad day. Anything could set them off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

And that was all he said on the matter. As far as Taichi was concerned, that was the scariest thing he had heard all day. Not necessarily the life that he had to live in before his parents got divorce, but the tone in which Yamato had said it. He wasn’t sad. Or upset. Just matter of fact.

[teenymandini]

Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 14: Freebie)

Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.

Full story here: FF.Net

A/N: Last prompt!  :O  Where did the time go?! ~*~* ~*~* ~*~*

Cradling the newborn life in his arms for the first time was more than overwhelming. He gazed down at her dark chocolate eyes as he carefully brushed his fingers through her soft wisps of black hair, savouring her fresh sugary smell, which reminded him of Yamato's.

"She's perfect," Taichi said, his voice hushed in respect of the newborn's sensitive ears. Yamato, who was sat on a chair by the window, peered over at him with a sentimental smile on his face.

"We did a good job," Takeru laughed, peering at Hikari, who was sitting up in her hospital bed, eyes tired, but full of content.

"Wanna hold her, Yama?" Taichi asked. Yamato's eyes widened as Taichi walked over to him before he could even give an answer. His chest tightened and his arms started to shake as he gazed at the vulnerable bundle cradled in Taichi's burly arms.

"You don't have to stand," Takeru added, noticing his brother's hesitation.

With a hushed sigh, the blond yielded.

"Ok."

A wide toothy grin spread across Taichi's face. Yamato readied himself, praying he was not about to kill his baby niece.

"Here, just support her head like this..." Taichi helped the blond prop up his arm so the newborn's head could rest against him comfortably as he lowered her into his still shaking arms.

"Oh, she's light," Yamato stated as Taichi stepped back and viewed the sight of his partner cuddling their niece. A sense of pride beamed through his body from head to toe.

"If you think about it, she's part me and part you," Taichi said, analysing the blond's thoughtful expression, "isn't that weird?"

Takeru slipped over to Taichi's side and took a photograph of the cute display using his phone.

"She loves her Uncle Matt," Takeru said, his words wrapped with tenderness as he watched his daughter close her eyes and completely relax in Yamato's now still arms.

"Can you take her back?" Yamato asked, just a few seconds later. "I'm worried I'll drop her."

Takeru laughed, then carefully scooped his daughter out from Yamato's arms and held her close to his chest.

"We should really decide on a name for her," Takeru said. In truth, her arrival had been unexpected; Hikari had only found out she was pregnant when she was almost at 25 weeks. They had always wanted children, so it had not been an issue, but they would have preferred to have enjoyed a few more years of being a married couple before starting a family.

"Yama, do you want kids one day?" Taichi asked during their car journey to Nagoya (their pit stop before heading back to Osaka).

"I already have one," Yamato replied dryly.

"What?" Taichi instantly exclaimed as he turned to look at Yamato with wide eyes. But, before the fear could completely spread across his body, the ball dropped when he saw the mocking smile playing on Yamato's lips.

"Oh." He nudged his elbow into Yamato's side. "Shut up!"

"Taichi, road, concentrate."

The brunet rolled his eyes, but steered the car back into their designated lane before making sure he kept his focus on the road.

"I quite like how things are at the moment," Yamato confessed, fiddling with the silver band on his ring finger. His joint business with Akemi was going strong (Takumi had bowed out to try and establish himself in the music industry). Taichi was managing the company's finances, and was assisting a handful of their clients with their own budgeting and accounting.

They were still only thirty-one. Maybe in a few years time they could explore the possibility of having children. Adoption was not yet an option, but they could always foster.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Taichi replied, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, tapping along to the faint acoustic music playing from the speakers. "We're pretty cosy as a twosome."

"True. I think I might find it difficult to share you too," Yamato added with a smirk.

"So territorial," Taichi teased, brushing his left hand against Yamato's thigh. The blond once again reminded him to pay attention to the road as the car slightly swerved to the side. He groaned and told Yamato to stop distracting him.

"I thought you liked my inner-wolf?"

"I do."

Yamato smiled, reclining back into his seat.

Half an hour later, they pulled over at a service station to grab some lunch. Yamato unfastened his seatbelt, then leant over and planted a gentle kiss on Taichi's unsuspecting lips.

"Thanks for not killing us," he spoke, his warm breath still tickling Taichi's mouth before he went in for another smooch. "And for not getting us stuck in the middle of a muddy field."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Taichi groaned, un-clipping his own seatbelt.

"Nope. Nor will I ever let you forget about the time you almost passed out in the onsen," Yamato said.

Taichi pouted.

"Or that time you gave me food poisoning-"

"-Alright, alright, stop with listing all my failures!" Taichi groaned. He stepped out of the car stiffly and stretched his arms above his head as he waited for Yamato to emerge so he could lock the doors.

As Yamato walked around to the front of the car, he patted his hands against his jeans, ensuring his phone and wallet were still there, before he met Taichi's gaze. His lips curled up into a small grin. The brunet mirrored his expression. Even after fifteen years of being together, Taichi still felt butterflies dance in the pit of his stomach whenever the blond gifted him with a simple smile.

"Hungry?" Yamato asked.

"Yes, but not just for food."

"Just hold on for another two hours." Yamato placed his arm around Taichi's shoulder, drawing him close to his side. "Then I'll satisfy that appetite of yours."

~*~* ~*~* ~*~*

A/N: It’s been an absolute blast contributing to TaiYama Week 2018.  Thanks for making this a thing @taichixyamato​ :)  

[jokessho]

Update/Day 7: Memory loss

TaiYama week 2018

Day 7: Memory loss

Warnings: Taichi cooks

FFN

AO3

-o-o-o-o-o-

Yamato ran a hand over his face as he approached his front door. It had been a long day and his brain had been foggy all day. He wasn’t exactly sick, hence still going to work, but he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent.

And the small note tacked to his door made him feel no better:

Come up to my apartment. – Taichi

Wondering what he was getting himself into, Yamato opened his door and dropped his bag inside. He switched his shoes for his slippers, figuring they’d be easier and also wanting to relieve his feet of the constriction. He made his way up to Taichi’s apartment.

“Hi, come on in,” Taichi greeted upon opening the door.

As soon as Yamato stepped inside, his nostrils were assaulted with the smell of… spices? Herbs? Something that smelled quite strong.

“What are you doing?” Yamato asked, edging into the kitchen and eying the two pots on the stovetop warily.

“Well,” Taichi said, lifting the lid of one of the pots. “I figured, since you’re sick and it’s my fault, that I would cook dinner for us tonight.” He turned to Yamato with an award-winning grin.

The only award Yamato would give him would be one for stupidity.

“Have you forgotten that you can’t cook?” Yamato crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s kind of the whole reason that we know each other, hence the reason I’m sick.”

“Yeah, but,” Taichi said.

“But what?”

“But I thought I might as well cook—I mean, it’s not like I can’t; I’m just no good at it.”

Yamato gave him a flat look, then turned around without a word and made his way to the door.

“Yamato,” Taichi whined, turning off the stove and following after Yamato.

“Thanks for the thought, but I refuse to eat whatever it is. Then I’ll really be sick.”

“At least give it a small taste and tell me what I did wrong?” Taichi asked quietly.

Yamato paused, hand on the door handle. He let out a sigh and turned back to Taichi. “Fine.”

Taichi brightened up and grabbed Yamato’s wrist, pulling him back into the kitchen.

“Just tell me what I’ve done wrong, so that I can—”

“You put in too much of whatever you used as seasoning,” Yamato informed, then he frowned. “What did you make anyway?”

“Curry.”

“…Indian curry?”

“No, no, Japanese.”

“Yeah, then you put in too much seasoning. If you’d have made Indian curry, then I might have let you off. That stuff’s supposed to smell.”

“Isn’t curry supposed to have a smell?”

“Indian, yes; Japanese, not so much.”

Taichi looked at his pots. “Well, what if I am actually making Indian curry?”

“You already told me you’re making Japanese curry.”

“…right.”

Yamato sat at the small table, looking at Taichi expectantly. “Well, let’s have it, then.”

Taichi nodded enthusiastically, pulling out two plates and putting a small portion of rice and curry on both plates. He gave Yamato the other plate and sat opposite the blond with his own. He waited for Yamato to take the first bite.

Yamato took a small spoonful of the combination and chewed thoughtfully. He swallowed, and stayed silent for a few seconds. “The rice is a bit underdone. You don’t have a rice cooker?” Taichi shook his head. “Well you can use mine, if you want to cook again.”

Taichi perked up at that. “So it’s not horrible?”

“I didn’t say that… But you might want to learn how to cook at some point in life.”

“So you’ll teach me how to cook?”

Yamato eyed Taichi. “If I must.”

Taichi grinned. “Thanks.”

Blue eyes narrowed. “I can’t even begin to explain what’s wrong with the curry. Just everything. Did you even use the proper ingredients?”

“Well…” Taichi stalled, poking around at his food before shoving a spoonful into his mouth. He swallowed, grimacing slightly. “Yeah, that’s not the best curry I’ve ever made…”

“Taichi,” Yamato’s tone held a warning to it.

“I didn’t have any of the packets of instant curry, so I kind of looked up the recipe for the curry sauce thing online and didn’t have those ingredients, so I improvised.”

A ‘thunk’ was heard as Yamato’s head his the table. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well it’s true,” Taichi pouted.

Yamato looked up, chin still on the tabletop. “I don’t mean that literally. I just mean that you can’t—” He took another deep breath. “It’s called ‘roux.’” At Taichi’s quirked eyebrow, he elaborated: “The ‘curry sauce thing’ is called roux.”

“You know what?” Taichi asked, pushing himself up from the table.” Let’s forget about trying to find out what’s wrong with this curry, dump it, and order takeout.”

Yamato frowned. “I’m down with the first two, but I could just cook.”

“Nope,” Taichi grabbed Yamato’s plate and put it next to his on the countertop. “I’m calling takeout and we’re going to watch a movie and eat.”

“It’s Wednesday, we have work tomorrow.”

Taichi gave Yamato a teasing look. “What? Your mum won’t let you stay round at mine on a ‘school’ night?”

Yamato’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. You order and I’ll pick a movie.”

Taichi grinned. “Great. Indian?”

[jokessho]

Day 9: Rejection

This I wrote in preparation for TaiYama week. I’ll have an update for ‘Neighbours’ later on, once I manage to write it.

TaiYama week 2018

Day 9: Rejection

Warnings: Swearing, drinking

FFN

AO3

-o-o-o-o-o-

The bar was filled with a dull murmur, much like it had been stuffed with cotton. It wasn’t exactly crowded—it never was—it was just full. There was no TV blaring out sports commentary and there were no speakers playing unnecessarily loud music. The bar was just filled with the low voices of people, all murmuring so that their voices blended into one monotonous sound.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

Except that voice stood out.

The cheerful voice of a man that had taken a seat on the stool next to Yamato’s at the bar counter. Yamato didn’t spare him a glance.

“I’m new here.”

No shit.

The man propped an elbow onto the counter, resting his chin on his fist and gazing at Yamato. Yamato didn’t reciprocate the gaze.

“You got any recommendations?”

“The bar next door.”

“Ouch.” The man said with a laugh, signalling to the bartender. “JD and coke, please.”

The bartender gave Yamato a questioning look, but Yamato made a miniscule dismissing motion; he wanted to see how far this new guy was willing to go.

The man received his drink and took a swig before turning back to Yamato: “So what’s your name?”

“Fuck off.”

“Interesting choice from your parents… I’m Taichi.” A huge grin.

Yamato actually spared the man a glance at this stage. He had thick, brown hair and kind, youthful eyes. Yamato’s own eyes lingered for longer than he would have liked. He turned to face forward again, but not before catching a glimpse of a knowing smirk.

“So, Mr. Off—or can I just call you Fuck?”

Yamato lifted his drink to his lips, assuring himself that the curve his lips made was from the curve of the glass.

“You a regular here?” Taichi continued. “The bartender seems to know you, considering he looks out for you.”

Yamato’s eyes flicked to Taichi and back to the back of the bar. So Taichi had noticed the small exchange…

“You seem more than capable of taking care of yourself,” Taichi continued his solo conversation, “which means the bartender knows you. But which came first: did you start coming here and get to know him, or did you know him from before, which is why you started coming here?”

Of course, Yamato didn’t reply.

Taichi leaned back a bit on the stool he was on. “Not that it matters; I was just curious.”

A silence followed.

Yamato swirled what was left of his gin and tonic around the glass. He watched the liquid ride up the walls of the glass. Well, Taichi had been entertaining for all of two minutes. Yamato threw back the glass and swallowed the contents. He stood, nodding to the bartender.

“I don’t think you should leave just yet.” Taichi commented, still seated and staring into his own glass. “I’m not done and I don’t want to be a creep and follow you out and stalk you down the street.”

Taichi turned to grin at Yamato, who had stopped in his tracks to stare at the brunet.

“Stay?”

-o-

Taichi had been sitting at the bar for almost five hours. The bartender called out for last orders and there were a few patrons leisurely heading for new drinks. No one was that drunk—this wasn’t that kind of place.

Taichi glanced at his half-drunk Jack Daniels and coke. He hadn’t been interested in drinking since that fist glass. This second was more of a prop. He lifted the glass, inspecting the liquid. He placed it down, right next to a similar, though completely different, half-full glass of clear liquid.

The bartender glanced at the two glasses, side by side. Polar opposites, yet they shared some qualities: both were only half-drunk, both Collins glasses, the ice had long melted into both drinks, and the liquid was turning tepid, if the lack of sweating was any indication—which it was.

“They seem so different at first glance, don’t they?” Taichi mumbled to the bartender, chin on the counter, staring at the pair of glasses.

“They do.”

“But somehow two completely different things can have a lot in common.”

“They can.”

“Seems amazing how that can happen.”

“It does.”

“How they both ended up in the same situation, despite them coming from completely different places.”

“That’s true.”

A sudden weight on Taichi’s back interrupted whatever he was about to say next.

“Should I get you out of here, before you get too philosophical?” A deep voice whispered in his ear.

Taichi chuckled, nudging an elbow into the other man’s ribs. “Maybe you should.”

A pale hand reached over, grabbing the darker glass and tipping the contents into the clear one. “The drinks are ruined, let’s go.”

With the weight gone from his back, Taichi stood and stretched. He nodded a thanks at the bartender, then called after the other man:

“Wait up, Yamato!”

Yamato turned at the door with a laugh, calling out his own ‘thank you’ to his friend behind the bar counter.