Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ About Nothing ❯ chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6

"Soft... the sheets are soft, aren't they?"

"Silk..."

"I thought you'd like them."

"Taichi-"

"Shh..."

Soft, isn't he? And tastes good...

"Taichi-s-"

Frustration... why is he still talking? Better to keep his lips busy...

"Ta-"

Stop... don't talk now! Harder kisses, desperate kisses... biting his lip... his blood tastes coppery... just like his skin looks...

"Wake up!"

Taichi's eyes shot open, and he was panting. "Wha?"

"It's your stop, isn't it?" The businessman sitting across from Taichi smirked and nodded towards the window. "Didn't you say this was your stop?"

"My stop?" Taichi blinked and looked out the window. The train had stopped after all. He was back.

"Sorry for interrupting your dream. Must have been an interesting one, you were moving around a lot." The man looked amused.

Scowling, Taichi stood and grabbed his bag. "It was a nightmare."

The sun was setting as Taichi stepped off the train, and the air was getting chilly. He shrugged on his jacket and shivered in the cool air, noticing how everyone else around him was wearing t-shirts. 'Well, they aren't all sweaty," Taichi thought, walking down the street, cursing his body's reaction to the strange dream.

It had taken a few hours to get home, although the trip wasn't actually that far. The bullet trains had all been booked when he'd gone to buy his ticket. After all, they advised that you buy tickets ahead of time. Taichi hadn't been planning on leaving so early. He'd taken a normal train instead, desperate not to return to Yamato's apartment after the dramatic exit he'd made.

Of course, Yamato wouldn't actually know where he was. It's not like he left a note. He'd just... left. After sitting in Yamato's car for about an hour parked outside his building - not that he'd admit it - feeling guilty. Then the guilt vanished and he was annoyed. Angry, even. None of this was his fault. Sure, he'd said some rude things. Sure, he hadn't meant to hurt Daisuke's feelings. But if the younger boy DID like him, and DID know him as well as Taichi thought he did, he should expect those sort of things, right? Ken had misunderstood and Yamato had helped back him up. Taichi had been trying to do the right thing. And for a while there, he really did enjoy it...

'But it's not my fault,' Taichi thought, turning a corner towards his apartment. 'He didn't have to go off on me like that. Or hit me.' There was a faint bruise on Taichi's face and he could feel it aching slightly. Luckily his apartment wasn't far from the train station, so with his bag over his shoulder, Taichi began walking home.

His apartment was the same it had been when he left. He stepped into it and flipped on the light. His single bed, his laptop on his desk, his dresser... he didn't have much else. Still, it was home. Tossing his bag onto the floor, Taichi sat on the bed heavily and stared at the floor. The sun was almost completely down now, and the light coming in his window was a deep red. The room was quiet.

Until the phone rang, the room was quiet. Taichi jumped and stared at it nervously. Would it be Yamato calling to find out where he was? That would be okay. Unless he was calling to yell. Taichi wasn't ready to be yelled at again, yet. He needed at least a day between scoldings to recover. Tentatively, Taichi picked up the receiver and answered.

"Hello?"

"Taichi!" a high pitched female voice squealed out at him. "You have no idea how long it took to track down your number!"

Taichi frowned and tried to think of who this could be. "S'that so?"

"Koushirou and I are in the neighborhood! You wanna go out for dinner?"

'Koushirou and someone? Who would Koushirou be hanging out with that sounds like-' "Mimi!" Taichi said suddenly.

"That's me!"

Frowning, Taichi looked around his room again. He really should study. Or at least rest. "Sure, I'll come. You wanna meet somewhere?" Then again, he needed to take his mind off things more.

"Yeah! Y'know the Italian place by the train station near your school?" Mimi asked, sounding thrilled.

"Uh..." Taichi had to take a moment to place where she meant. Mimi was always a little vague with everything but fashion. Then she was much more detailed than necessary. Finally, he remembered the little restaurant. "Oh, yeah. I think so. See you there in... fifteen minutes?"

"Okay!" Mimi hung up before Taichi could respond.

***

"Taichi!" A pink blur threw itself at Taichi, and he stumbled back a few steps with the force of it.

"Hi, Mimi," Taichi said, patting her on the head awkwardly. "Can you let me breathe now?"

"Sorry!" Mimi let go and stood back, smiling widely. "It's just been so long since I've seen you!"

Taichi nodded. "Yeah, how long has it been?"

"Two years," a voice said from behind Mimi.

"Koushirou!" Taichi smiled and yanked the shorter boy into a quick tight hug before stepping back and giving his friends a quick glance over. "So I gotta ask. What kinda coincidence is it that the two of you are here together?"

Mimi's face brightened and Koushirou went slightly pink and averted his eyes. "We're dating!" Mimi said happily.

Taichi didn't mean to laugh. It was just so hard not to. "You're kidding!" he finally managed to say in between bursts of laughter.

"No... what's so funny?" Mimi pouted.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." Taichi caught his breath and gave Koushirou an amused look. "When did THIS happen?"

"Our colleges were near each other," Koushirou said, scuffing a foot against the ground embarrassedly.

"And we started hanging out, and Koushirou has turned out to be such a gentleman!" Mimi said, grabbing the red head's arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. "And it was nice to have someone I didn't have to talk to in English." Mimi's smile faded just slightly. "And anyway... it's hard to date someone that wasn't there."

Koushirou smiled at Mimi and let her hang off of him, and Taichi thought about that. He knew right away what she meant. The Digital World. The Chosen Children always felt distanced from other people their age because of what they'd been through.

"Hey, that's cool." Taichi smiled at them both. "Have you told any of the others yet?"

"No, we just got back," Koushirou said, shifting his weight to compensate for how Mimi was leaning on him.

"We're on vacation!" Mimi stood suddenly, leaving Koushirou to wobble for a moment before catching his balance. "We just got in and decided we should come see you before going to Odaiba, since you're HERE and all! Have you been back to Odaiba recently?"

Taichi felt his throat close up and his back tense. "Yeah, I just got back." He turned and began walking into the restaurant, hoping to change the subject somehow.

Mimi chased after him with Koushirou close behind. "So, how is everyone?"

Taichi shrugged. "They're good. Yamato and Ken are dating."

Mimi squealed and Taichi winced. "They're dating?! That's so cute! Ooh, who else is dating now? I want all the gossip!"

Koushirou walked ahead to the front desk, and a waitress led them to their table. Taichi sighed and sat across from the couple, wishing the booth didn't seem so empty with just him in it. "I don't think anything else is new, Mimi. Don't you talk to Sora every chance you get?"

Mimi nodded and leaned forward anxiously. "And I heard a rumor about you!"

Koushirou gave Mimi a look and shook his head. Mimi frowned at him sharply before turning back to Taichi.

'Ugh, they've already got that weird psychic couple thing down where they can read each other's eyes and stuff. I hate that.' "A rumor?"

"Yep!" Mimi grinned playfully and said in a sing-song voice. "Daisuke made you cookies!"

Taichi shut his eyes tightly and sighed. This was just what he didn't want to talk about. "How the hell did you hear about that?"

Koushirou looked apologetic and mouthed 'Sora' at him before Mimi could say anything.

"How'd she know?" Taichi asked, tensing up.

"She's the one that told him to make you cookies!" Mimi sat back, looking thoughtful. "She said he showed up at his house all worried and anxious. He wanted to impress you or something, I guess." Mimi paused to giggle before continuing. "It's so cute!"

His hands clenched into the table, Taichi felt his stomach tighten. "It was Sora's idea?"

"Yep! And I didn't get to hear how it went!" Mimi cocked her head and arched an eyebrow. "Soooo?"

Koushirou watched as Taichi's expression hardened into anger, then softened into guilt. "Mimi, maybe we shouldn't-"

"It's fine." Taichi interrupted him. "It didn't go so good. We got in a fight." Taichi shrugged and picked up his menu quickly, trying once again to change the subject. Had being in America actually made Mimi more prone to gossiping?

The table was silent for a long moment, and Taichi finally peered over the edge of his menu suspiciously. "What?" he asked, darting his eyes from Mimi to Koushirou and back.

Mimi was staring at him with a look of concern, and Koushirou looked slightly worried as well. "You rejected him?" Mimi asked. "Why?"

"I didn't reject him! He just..." Taichi trailed off, rethinking the exchange from earlier that day. "I guess... maybe I kinda did. But he'll get over it. It doesn't matter." He tried to pick his menu back up, but Mimi snatched it away.

"It does so matter! He loves you and bakes you cookies and you just ignore it? How can you do that?!" Mimi looked like she was about to cry. "That's just mean!"

Koushirou glanced around the restaurant, wondering how many people were being disturbed by the loud conversation, and also how long it would be before Taichi killed his girlfriend.

"It's not my fault I don't like him!" Taichi said without thinking.

"You don't?" Mimi frowned, peering at him suspiciously.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because he's..." Taichi trailed off, trying to think of a good reason, or a way to put it that Mimi would understand. "He's too young."

"He's only three years younger than you, isn't he?" Koushirou asked, then shut his mouth quickly when Taichi glared at him.

"I guess. But-"

"And you both get along so well!" Mimi exclaimed, smiling. "See?"

"Yeah, whatever. I just can't see him like that," Taichi said stubbornly, feeling satisfied with that answer.

"Oh. I get it." Mimi sounded disappointed. "I guess if you see him like a little brother or something... you wouldn't wanna kiss him or anything, huh?" Mimi stuck out her lower lip and sighed. "Too bad."

Koushirou was saying something, Taichi was sure. But he wasn't listening. Instead, the minute Mimi said 'kiss' he remembered the way it had felt when he had kissed Daisuke, and all other thoughts were blocked out. The younger boy's lips had been soft, and his kisses were much more than distracting. Taichi felt a small pang of loneliness when he realized he wouldn't feel that again, and immediately gritted his teeth and tried to block out the feeling. "But I don't like him!"

"Taichi?" Koushirou gave Taichi a worried look. "We changed the subject already..."

Taichi scowled and folded his arms, certain of the disbelief on their faces. "Yeah, well, maybe I wasn't done with the subject," he said, turning to Mimi. "Look here, pinky. I might've enjoyed kissing him, and yeah! Maybe he was really sexy in that outfit! And sure, the way he calls me 'senpai' all the time is kinda cute... and I do like hanging out with him and everything. But I do not like him! Got it?!"

Mimi blinked at him curiously before collapsing into a fit of giggles. Koushirou gave her an affectionate smile and sighed, giving up on logic for the moment. "You are too cute!" Mimi exclaimed, pointing at Taichi. "Ever heard of denial, Taichi?"

"I am NOT in denial!" Taichi said, standing quickly. "Forget it. I'm leaving. Talk to you later when you're less... stupid!"

The night air was much colder than Taichi thought it should have been, and he walked quickly back to his apartment. It started to rain when he was only halfway there.

When he finally got home, he collapsed onto his bed and sighed. 'They don't know what they're talking about. I don't like Daisuke. I don't like anyone. Why would I like him, anyway? Just 'cause it felt pretty good to kiss him,' Taichi thought, licking his lips and shifting up higher onto the bed.

'It did feel good, though. Kissing him and all... and his skin was really soft,' Taichi slid his eyes shut. 'Wish we'd gotten further at least... maybe at least gotten some clothes off or something. Been too long since I've gotten even that far with anyone. But maybe if I hadn't said anything...' Taichi rested his hands on his lower stomach and sighed heavily. 'He was already hard, and all I'd done is kiss him. Touch him a little... gods, if he was making those noises then, what would he have sounded like if we hadn't stopped?'

Taichi's right hand slid down his stomach further. 'He was making all those whimpery noises... I bet I could have gotten him a lot louder, though. I bet I could have gotten him to scream. I should have just pinned him to the couch... pinned him down and kissed him real hard. Then he couldn't have started talking and I wouldn't have said anything.' His hand slipped under the waistband of his pants and he sighed softly. 'I could have made him moan. Just hold him down and rip his pants off... and take him right there on the couch.'

Taichi's lips parted and he heard himself moan softly. "Shit." He froze and looked down, finding his hand already in his pants, already stroking himself. "Damnit... I am not going to do this. I don't like him. I don't." But when he tried to pull his hand away, it didn't respond. Instead, his mind was filled with images of Daisuke on his back, pinned beneath him, moaning 'senpai'. "...Damnit."

Taichi shut his eyes and stroked himself harder, the images growing stronger. Daisuke pinned on his back, Daisuke's head rolling back to expose his neck, Daisuke stripped down completely, Daisuke's soft skin, his well toned chest... his legs parted, his well rounded ass, and his erection... hard just because Taichi was touching him. Hard because Taichi was inside him, fucking him.

"Shit," Taichi hissed through his teeth, shuddering and arching his back, reaching his peak quickly, and a warm wave of pleasure washing over him. "Shit... Daisuke..."

***

The phone rang. Taichi's eyes opened and he found himself laying in bed. The sheets were wet, and he vaguely remembered having walked home in the rain. Yet it was hot, why was it so hot if he was wet? Why hadn't he changed? An image of Daisuke flashed through his mind. Daisuke, with swollen red lips and a deliciously exposed neck. "Damnit," Taichi grumbled, turning his head to see a pile of used tissues on the floor next to his bed. "I did. Damn it."

The phone rang again. Taichi blinked at it in confusion. The heat wasn't going away. He shivered and reached for the phone. "Hello?"

"There you are!" Yamato's voice responded. "Where did you go? You didn't tell anyone you were leaving, you idiot, we were worried about you."

Taichi shook his head and wondered when the phone had gotten so heavy. "I had to come back." He yawned and stretched, his body felt achy and his throat was slightly raw. "I don't feel so good."

"You don't sound so good, either. Did you get sick or what?" Yamato sounded more concerned than angry, and Taichi was thankful he'd escape his wrath for now.

"Nah, I'm fine." Taichi sniffled and pulled the blanket up around himself, shivering slightly. "So did you call just to lecture me or what?"

"I called because I was worried about you."

"Yeah, you said that already." Taichi frowned and felt his forehead. It was hot, but then again, so was the rest of him. Well, except for his feet. Taichi stood and closed the window, deciding it was just because it was a chill night out.

"And," Yamato continued, "to tell you that you don't need to worry anymore."

"Worry? Why would I be worried?" Taichi sniffled and sat back down, tucking his feet underneath himself and making a mental note to clean his room so he could find his fuzzy wool socks.

"Because of Daisuke," Yamato said carefully. "He didn't tell us what happened, but I know something did."

"Eh," Taichi responded, shifting uncomfortably. He was achy. Maybe a trip to the public bath would help. Yeah, a nice hot bath... maybe that would distract him from those images that still weren't fading.

"I didn't expect you to tell me. Either way, you don't have to worry."

"You said that already, too," Taichi said, beginning to get annoyed. "Why do I not need to worry?"

"Because he's moved on."

Taichi paused and shook his head, wondering if the rain water had leaked into his ears and damaged his hearing. "He's what?"

"He's moved on. Daisuke called Ken after we realized you'd left and asked for you. We told him you were gone, and he said to let you know that it's okay."

"Oh," Taichi said. "Okay... I guess."

"You don't sound as happy as I thought you'd be."

"No... I'm happy." Taichi frowned, wishing he was as certain as he'd been before that he didn't like the younger boy. "But I wasn't very nice to him..." Taichi mumbled.

Yamato sounded half-amused. "Daisuke's got a boyfriend."

Trying to jump up at the shock, Taichi's foot got caught on the blanket and he tumbled forward, right off of the bed, ending up with his feet in the air and his head on the floor, tangled in his blanket. "He's WHAT?!"

"Taichi? Taichi, are you okay?"

Taichi sat up and yanked the blanket from his head, putting the receiver back to his ear. "I've only been gone a day! How could he have a boyfriend already?!"

"Well, he said it was someone he'd dated before. He said he was sorry for bothering you and felt stupid for chasing after you for so long. I think he's grown up a lot." Yamato had to hold the phone away from his mouth slightly to muffle the amused tone in his voice. Taichi was so predictable.

"But he can't! He has to wait at least a month! This is... he can't... I just..." Taichi stood and paced the floor of his room, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. "How could he?!"

"Taichi, you rejected him."

"SO?! I thought he liked me!" Taichi looked around his room, hoping for something to jump out at him and tell him what to do. 'This isn't fair. It's just not FAIR. He did something WEIRD to my brain and I can't concentrate on anything and... and he's got a new boyfriend?!' His gaze finally stopped on his bags and he nodded. "I'm coming back."

"What? Taichi, what about classes? Don't they start tomorrow?" Yamato sighed. "You just left, you can't just-"

"I'm coming back. I'll take the first train out and be there in a few hours."

"But Taich-" Yamato's voice was cut off as Taichi hung up the phone.

"Nobody messes with my head and then just gets over me, damn it. I'll show him," Taichi muttered, tossing the few items he'd unpacked back into his bags. "I'll go back there and show him just how great I really am, and we'll see just how long this stupid 'boyfriend' of his lasts!" With that, Taichi was out the door and heading down the stairs to go to the train station. He forgot his coat.