Digimon Fan Fiction / Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Housewife - Maid - Yamato ❯ Finally ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Hm... That pink apron... looks awfully like a part of that maid... But no. He's still not wearing it. *sigh*

To everybody who reviewed: Thank you very much for the encouragement. ^_^ But I fear I have to disappoint you... No neko-ears here for Yama-kun. Taichi likes the maid better. ^^;; ____________________________________________________________________</ p>

Part 3

~A few weeks later~

"Tadaima!" Taichi shouted and shook off his shoes at the entrance of the Ishida residence. He looked around but nobody was seen anywhere. He didn't even hear anybody.

Something was wrong... Why wasn't the door locked when nobody was at home?

"Yama! Yama-chan! Where are you, my little housewife?!" he shouted, now hearing the rustling of clothes coming from the younger Ishida's room. Then, all of a sudden, the door to said room was slammed open and a rather flushed Yamato stared at him.

"Tai! How did you get in?!"

"Uh... door... not locked... Yama..."

But the brunette wasn't able to say much more. He was too busy gazing at the stunning sight before him. One of his wet dreams that came true...

Yamato was wearing black high heel shoes, white stockings that went up over his knees, stopping mid-thigh only barely underneath the frilly outline of the white underskirt and the black skirt that barely covered the tall young man's ass. There was a white apron wrapped around his waist, the upper part held up with buttons to his chest, the white ribbon done into a large beautiful bow at the small of his back. Little puff sleeves with white lace at the edges covered his shoulders only barely and the well-sculpted collarbones could be seen underneath more lace. A black band went around the almost swan-like neck as another, with more frill at the edges, held the blond tresses back from falling too much into Yamato's face, whose beauty was only underlined by the kohl and the dark red lipstick he had put on.

"Oh shit... Don't look!"

But it was already too late. Taichi had already taken in the costume Matt was wearing... and the disaster started.

"No... No, Taichi... No! Taichi Yagami! Stop right where you are! No!!! Sit! Or do you want to let the casserole burn?"

This was really the taller one's last straw and almost the only way to stop Taichi when he had THAT predatory look on his face. And as usually it worked. The brunette froze in mid-movement and stared at Yamato with wide eyes.

"Casserole? You made casserole? ... For me?"

"Yes, you idiot! I wouldn't wear this kind of stuff for my dad! Besides... he doesn't like noodles."

"... You know somebody would have to suffer if you wore this beautiful uniform for your dad. Most probably you or your father."

"Tai..."

"Why ARE you wearing this?"

".... Don't tell me you forgot."

"..."

"You did."

The simple nod from a large brown mop was followed by a very not understanding shook of the blond head.

"How could you forget a day like THIS?"

"Um... Seeing you like this could make me forget my own name, you know? It almost did."

The blush on the pale cheeks made Taichi almost forget about the food and jump his boyfriend right then and there, but he held back, a little too curious what day it was.

"...probably..."

"So... what day is it?"

Yamato stared at him as if he had grown another head. "Your own birthday?"

To be continued...?
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Sorry this one was so short. ^^; But I hope the humor in it kinda compensates it.

PS: "Tadaima!" means something like, "I'm back!" and is something you say when you return home... one is supposed to say "Okaeri" as "Welcome home" as an answer to that in Japan. ^^; Makiko's little show-off of the little Japanese she knows and thinks everyone should know, too.