Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A new kind of Enrapturement ❯ Part Duce ( Chapter 2 )

….. I don't own Digimon or any of its original characters. However… The plot is mine…so… don't sue me.. and plz don't steal my plot >.<;;

Last Chap checkup:

TK was trying to wake Matt up… Who responded by getting in the shower. Well done everyone… You're keeping up… >.>;;

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Takeru walked back to the kitchen, complaining under his breath as he opened the fridge only to close it, seeing as there was truly nothing to eat. "Why does Yama always have to do this…?" He slumped down at the table for what seemed like hours, waiting for Yamato to get ready. As he stared around the room in agitation, he noticed his reflection in the TV screen. Unsurely, he pulled his hat off and shook his head from side to side, unsettling his shiny hair, looking at himself again. "Maybe Mimi was right… Should I really stop hiding my blonde hair? I really don't think as many girls are after blondes as she made it out to seem like…"

Yamato strode into the kitchen, slipping his arm into the other sleeve of his green school polo, his hair perfectly styled down to the very last strand. "Takeru, when will you learn not to judge Mimi's `what's `in'' opinions? If it has anything to do with looks or fashion, she's right. Just trust her." Smirking, he ruffled his brother's hair. "Besides, just look at me. Heh…" Takeru rolled his eyes and pushed Yama's hand off his head, trying to hide his smile behind a scowl. "C'mon, let's go, Takeru. Taichi's down there honking his horn. I'm surprised you didn't hear him." With that Yamato slung his black backpack over his shoulder in a calm, easy motion and walked out the door, followed closely by Takeru.

Upon entering the apartment hallway, Yamato jumped back, growling in protest as he rubbed his shoulder, glaring at the sharp corner of a dresser that had so rudely assaulted him as it moved by. "Ouch… Jeez… is someone getting evicted?", said Yama, as his look of interest turned into a disbelieving gape, watching 2 moving men bring a skinny TV down the hallway that was almost scraping the ceiling because it was so tall. "Holy crap Takeru… Look at that thing. Can you imagine how cool it would be to buy that from the Repo people!? I bet we could get it for a discount! And it's so thin that we could hang it on the wall in my room!" A hyper smile spread across Yama's face as he was almost trembling with excitement, picturing what it would be like to have a huge liquid screen TV in his room. "Can you imagine the-"

"Yamato! School! NOW!" screamed a cranky Takeru as he shoved his spastic brother past the TV and down the hallway to the elevator, ramming the down button with his finger. "Do you ever listen?! Don't you remember that red Ferrari you got all psyched out about because it was parked in front of this apartment and you thought Dad had bought it for you?!"

"Um… So…?" >.>;;

"And then you were all upset when Dad said it belonged to whoever was moving in next door?" The bell dinged on the elevator and both boys stepped in, one hot-tempered and the other now slightly depressed, his enthusiasm crushed.

"Oh yeah…"

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"C'mon you guys!! We've got seven minutes to get to school!" whined Taichi, revving the engine of his blue jeep as he repeatedly tapped his finger against his watch. "Seven Minutes!!!"

"Sorry `bout that Taichi," replied Yamato as he ran around to the passenger side of Tai's jeep, hopping over the side door to sit down across from him. He tossed his bag down at his feet and cranked up the stereo, motioning over his shoulder at his brother as he got into the back. "I kept telling Takeru to hurry up, but you know how little siblings can be." ^_^

"What?! You dare accuse me?!"

There was a squeal of the tires as all the boys were hurled back into their seats. The jeep jumped from the pavement and roared down the street. Takeru gripped the shoulders of the seat ahead of him, gulping as he counted the red lights they flew by.

"Um… >.>;; buckle up…"

"Thanks for the warning Taichi…-.-;;''

Yama smirked and leaned his head back against the headrest, not paying attention to Taichi's growing speedometer. He could feel the pleasing warmth of the breeze rush through his hair, not minding whether or not it was tousled at the moment. A strange feeling of comfort was tickling through his nerves. *Somehow* he thought, *Today just seems like it's going to be a good day.*

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……………….. ? ::smiles:: Well? ^_^ Likes and dislikes… all are welcome… Even if you want to just send me an e-mail to tell me how bad my hair style is ( the point being that you don't even know what I look like in rl… >.>;; )) So pretty pretty please read and reply!!! OH!!! I got it!!!!!! OK listen!!! the first person to R&R gets a FREE fanart pic of their choice done by yours truly !!!! HA!! What now, huh, WHAT NOW?!? .. O.o;; um… well… I'll continue to give out random fanart prizes to those that R&R… so you never know… it could be YOU!!! …. ^-^; … yeah… I have to sleep now… big chemistry test tomorrow and all… >.>;;