Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

by Wormmonsoul

Chapter One

 

Chaos and bustle reined the international Tokyo airport Narita. Beside proper Japanese parents with screaming children speeding around them in circles there were Americans, Italians, Chinese, Englishmen and what not - so many new faces that a certain brown head snapped from left to right every few seconds. People passed, cases were hauled, trolleys streamed past. They waited.

 

The board stated that the flight AF280 Paris-Tokyo landed fifteen minutes ago. Yagami Taichi anxiously stared in the crowd by Arrivals.

 

"Hey!!"

 

"C'est Japon! C'est cool!"

 

"Welcome to Japan!"

 

"Tadaima!"

 

"Taichi!"

 

Taichi turned sharply but it was a fat woman greeting her husband with the same name. By his side the small blonde Takeru giggled. Taichi scowled at his boyfriend.

 

"How long we're gonna wait?!" he asked impatiently.

 

He freed a way for a group of shouting French students and peeked in between two officials with greeting cards. His feet danced around the floor. Takeru pulled him back.

 

"Calm down. Hold still."

 

"It's been FIFTEEN goddamn minutes since he landed! I mean - FIFTEEN!..."

 

Takeru sighed in admiration. He loved Taichi's wild temper. It'd been a whole year since they were officially together as a couple - Takeru convinced Taichi to come out of the closet about their affair. No more secret dates. They were perfect: Taichi was the best friend of his elder brother, certainly no stranger. He had a slender muscular body, stocky, and he had a kind generous heart, and despite running high on testosterone, he was patient and trustworthy and he kissed great; Takeru was a hopeful lithe student of literature, quiet and peaceful, and best friends with his boyfriend's sister Hikari.

 

The only doubt that remained between them was a trifling nervousness about Yamato's reaction. Of course, his favourite oniisan was the first who learned about their secret - Takeru himself wrote a letter about their affair and Yamato phoned to congratulate him. But he couldn't tell whether his brother was happy about it.

 

Three years passed since Takeru had seen him. After finishing high school Yamato set off to a college in France and now was coming back to Japan. Taichi and Takeru were sent by Ishida-san to meet him.

 

Taichi scratched his neck and gave an exasperated look to the stream of arrivals. All he wanted was to grab Yamato and get him over to Takeru's apartment so that he and Takeru could have an evening for themselves. True, he missed him when his best friend had gone to France, but life goes on, and soon he found himself madly in love with the rapidly growing second blonde. There were times when he believed that Yamato would kill him for hooking up with his little brother, but Takeru said it was fine.

 

Takeru took Taichi's hand and squeezed it to get his attention.

 

"You love me?" he asked innocently. Taichi sank into those familiar blue eyes.

 

"Yes, I love you," he said confidentially. "Whatever your brother says... I can always handle him. I always did."

 

Takeru's eyes were warm and shining.

 

"I love you too."

 

"Takeru!"

 

Takeru whirled around and a wide smile broke on his face.

 

"Niisan!!"

 

The blonde European waved to them. The two boys gaped in disbelief.

 

Taichi dimly remembered a lanky pale teen with a mop of blonde hair from three years ago, aloof, angsty somewhat, and now he turned to Takeru for explanation. The younger blonde pulled his jaw close.

 

"Who's this?" Taichi asked in shock.

 

"My big brother, Yamato!" the younger boy said and shrugged cheerfully.

 

It was a completely different Yamato.

 

That Yamato had an easy European look about him, and when he broke out in fluent Japanese, people gave him strange side looks wondering where he had mastered the language. He was casually dressed in low jeans and a striped tank top, a bag was carelessly slung over his shoulder, his feet sported trainers, a gold chain with a pendant circled his neck. A line of earrings that caught sunlight, pierced his ear. His other accessories were a bracelet on his right hand and sunglasses tucked in front of his jeans. A Hollywood smile was plastered across his face. But what Taichi never expected to see was his tanned skin that pulled out the azure blue of his eyes and seemed velvety to the touch; the same delicious tan was on his bare shoulders and slim delicate hands and on the muscular line of stomach between the tank top and jeans, where the effect was enhanced by a pierced navel. And his sun-faded hair flew in the air like sunlight reflected from the glass roof.

 

He was magnificent.

 

Taichi was suspended in mid-air as if he had a particularly wet dream. The young boy before him radiated sexuality.

 

Yamato swept up to them and caught Takeru in a tight hug.

 

"Meiner geliebter kleiner Bruder!" he erupted joyfully in German and gave him a sound kiss on the cheek. Takeru's jaw fell open again as he shamefully covered the spot. "God you're tall!"

 

Takeru was the same height as Yamato now with a potential to grow up a bit more.

 

Yamato's next victim was Taichi. He too, was pulled into a tight embrace and Yamato pressed his soft lips to his cheek.

 

"Yagami, je t'aime aussi!"

 

Yamato pulled out of Taichi's numb arms and noticed his blush.

 

"Pardonnez-moi," he said in embarrassment, "I guess I'm back in old conservative Nippon!" He glanced over at the on-lookers who eyed the scene in amusement and him with interest. "Tadaima!" Yamato whirled around wistfully.

 

"Wow, Yamato," Takeru laughed. "Okaerinasai.”

 

Taichi forced his eyes away from the delightful line of the chocolate stomach and nodded. Words and breath stuck in his throat. His heart thudded in his chest and his guts curled on themselves. The reaction of his body to Yamato's kiss was shameless. It wasn't merely because of a surprise touch, it was sensational paralising realisation that he longed for those lips again... Forbidden, he sternly reminded himself.

 

"Father couldn't pick you up," Takeru said in apologetic tone. "He's away on business and he barricaded the apartment because he said it was messy, so you're gonna stay with me and Mom for a while."

 

Yamato's generous smile stayed on his face. "Ça va. But you'll have to endure my presence. I'm bursting to tell you about Europe."

 

"I'm bursting to hear!" Takeru exclaimed eagerly. "What about you, Taichi?"

 

Taichi realised somebody called his name and shook away his carnal paralysis.

 

"Are we coming already?" he asked and attempted a smile.

 

The sensation returned the moment his eyes brushed over Yamato's dark bare skin. Taichi panicked. Takeru's my boyfriend and I'm eyeing his gorgeous elder brother!

 

Takeru's eyes were glued to Yamato as the two brothers carelessly chatted away.

 

"Where did you get this ring? Wow, your ears! Bend over?!... I wanna this pendant too!.. Cool tank, give me your sunglasses, Yama-niisan! Hey, Taichi, how do I look?"

 

Takeru put on Yamato's sunglasses and struck a pose. Taichi snorted politely and drove a friendly elbow into Takeru's ribs, the blonde pouted and Taichi shuffled his hair lovingly as he used to do. Yamato's smile faded. No matter what he had said to Takeru, the little blonde never tested his attitude in reality and now Takeru glanced at Yamato shyly. He and Taichi stopped being intimate.

 

"Hey, lemme tell you about Paris!" Yamato threw his arms over Taichi's and Takeru's shoulders. "By the way, I hope you have a truck with you, I nearly had to book a private freighter to ship my baggage!"

 

A bit later, when they were tucked in the car with numerous suitcases and Taichi wheeled his Toyota in the direction of Odaiba, Takeru who was squeezed in between two huge bags on the back seat leant forwards to rest his head on Yamato's shoulder.

 

"Where did you get that hellish tan, niisan?"

 

"Oh that!" Yamato bent over and pushed his bag between his knees comfortably. During the whole bending thing Taichi couldn't help but stare hungrily as his tank jumped up and revealed more of his delicious chocolate back. And he wishfully imagined he could see the rim of Yamato's shorts. If he had any underwear, that is...

 

Oh, naughty naughty thoughts!..

 

"Green, Tai-chan!" Takeru said pointing to the road lights. Taichi grunted and took control of the car.

 

Bad, Taichi! Bad! You can't be in lust with Yamato! Everything that you see in him is what you see in Takeru: same eyes, same line of mouth, same hair...

 

Taichi compared the two brothers. No, there wasn't much if any similarity between them. Yamato's eyes were more deep, azure ocean blue while Takeru's were faded sky blue; the skin stood no comparison because of that delicious tan; the hair was different, Takeru's were darker, sandy and rough, and Yamato had faded blonde hair with the brilliance of the sun and when he looked at Yamato's hair it was as if he was touching silk; the mouths... better not think about it... but still, Yamato had a generous mouth with a puffy lower lip that made him look capricious and innocent, while Takeru's was more accurate with no distinct anomalies and sickeningly familiar...

 

That's right, Yagami, you crave for diversity, you want some fresh meat. It's disgusting how full of hormones you are.

 

"Rivière," Yamato drummed his fingers on the glass plane watching familiar sights rush past. "In Nice. We spent half the summer there," he smirked at the memory. "I miss my friends already!"

 

He flashed a smile to Taichi who smiled back weakly and glared at the road as if intending to kill it.

 

"Tell me where you've been," Takeru wailed rubbing his palm on Yamato's shoulder, as though he still couldn't believe this tan was natural. Taichi gulped down almost painfully. The horrible thing was that he could stretch his hand to the side and touch that velvet miraculous skin and he couldn't.

 

"A lot of places," Yamato wriggled comfortably in the chair and ran his hand through his hair. "Mon Dieu, I want a shower!"

 

Taichi gritted his teeth to hold back a moan, and sank his nails in the steering wheel. If only he were a damned innocent, he wouldn't be getting such a reaction... But he wasn't a damned virgin and he wanted Yamato right here and now!

 

"I've been everywhere in France, my college is in Toulouse, and I traveled as far as Monaco through Marseille, and Nice, and Cannes..."

 

And now imagine it pronounced with thick slurring French accent and you get the picture of Taichi being slowly roasted alive.

 

"Surely I couldn't miss Italy - Milano, Napoli, Roma.., oh my God, that was a wonderful time in Rome. In autumn we sometimes took a trip to Germany, then I lived there in Dresden for a while. Once, we roamed Scandinavian countries on a ferryboat. It was fantastic, I tell you. I've visited Stockholm and..."

 

Takeru was moaning in admiration. Taichi caught his breath. I'm going to so fuck Takeru when we get home. It will make me understand that Takeru is much better than Yamato and hopefully it will get my head out of gutter .

 

"…St. Petersburg."

 

"What?" Taichi cocked his eyebrow.

 

"Russia," Yamato said.

 

"Russia?" Taichi repeated stupidly. "But I thought Russia was on that side of the Japan Sea. We're talking about Europe, right?"

 

"Shut up, Tai-chan, you ignorant pig," Takeru grumbled good-heartedly.

 

Yamato was snickering. Oh, it is worth being idiotic, Taichi thought. To make him laugh, and moan and scream... And he's my boyfriend's older brother.

 

No surprise that Taichi missed a chunk of conversation at this point, he was too busy driving and peering at Yamato's pierced navel.

 

As he could remember from three years ago, he was the reserved innocent boy with pale skin, large blue eyes, disproportional limbs and swiftly gaining in height. And he had a strong melodic voice that turned huskier and stronger. Takeru reminded him at that age in a way... Taichi gulped, a sudden revelation making his skin crawl. Takeru looked like Yamato then... Could it be?.. He fell in love with Takeru when Yamato went away... He fell in love with Takeru because he looked like Yamato... Oops. Taichi licked his dry lips. But that meant, he was in love with Yamato, always. Or not?

 

"Where did ya get the piercing?" Takeru asked.

 

"Oh LONDON!!" Yamato threw back his head and actually moaned.

 

Taichi choked on his drool. I can't believe Takeru was a substitution. Now that the original boy returned I can't stand the copy. Oh cruel life. But how could I have been so blind?! I wanted Yamato back then, but I realized it only after he disappeared… And I subconsciously escaped to the person closest to him…

 

"Cool!" Takeru bounced on the seat. "Tell me everything!!!"

 

"Well, there was that Shiva piercing shop in Greenwich and it was there right in front of me and... heh, always wanted to do that. Superb, right?"

 

Takeru's eyes sparkled. He threw his hands over Yamato's neck and pressed his cheek to his shoulder. Taichi gave him a jealous look. But he wasn't jealous because somebody was close to Takeru but because somebody was close to Yamato!

 

"And then of course, Amsterdam," Yamato said and his eyes sparkled. "Oh sweet god, we had sooo much fun there!"

 

"You smoked marijuana!!" Takeru squeaked in delight. "Taichi, remember he called to say that he smoked marijuana! What was it like?"

 

"Well, I told you that you should come over yourself. It's not like I didn't have money to buy you a flight, and I wanted to see you, and you had vacations too," Yamato said.

 

"Erm... I couldn't... Taichi and me, we had an anniversary... It was kinda our special night.."

 

Idiot! Taichi mentally shouted at Takeru. We had it agreed we wouldn't bring this up to Yamato! Or least, we were supposed to talk gently to him when he got used to us being together! Do you HAVE to shout from the rooftops that we're sleeping together!

 

"I see," Yamato responded icily.

 

"It was our first time..." Takeru blurted out and guiltily pushed away from his brother. He gave a nervous glance to his boyfriend. Taichi grinned in reassurance though he felt ready to kill him.

 

"Heh, I bet Yamato's trodden this field more times than you'd dream of, Takeru.. With French girls galore dancing about him.." he said.

 

Yamato twitched uncomfortably.

 

"Well... uhm... not exactly," he managed with a straight face. “I mean… I'm not interested in sleeping around… and I've been too busy so…” Taichi and Takeru gaped at him and he blushed slightly. They shared the same stunned look that read, Yamato - a virgin?!

 

I think I'm gonna come, Taichi nodded to himself. Takeru frowned. Taichi just knew that Takeru was going to angst more about it. The car was stuck in a traffic jam and nothing of interest happened behind the window, so Yamato gravely turned to them.

 

"Hey, why such serious face, Taichi? That's not like the old you. Look, what's the problem?" he asked. "I knew you were in a gay relationship. With sex and all that jazz. What exactly makes you uncomfortable? Modesty?"

 

Takeru lowered his eyes, "Well..."

 

"You see..." Taichi stammered.

 

"You don't mind if I'm a gay?" Takeru asked almost sheepishly.

 

Yamato reached with his hand and ruffled his hair playfully.

 

"Not at all. I don't mind... I will just have to get used to seeing you both. It's been a long time and you two changed very much. I guess.”

 

"You aren't pissed I'm his boyfriend then, Yamato?" Taichi asked. “You aren't going to beat me senseless if you meet me at night, or hire killers or poison my tea, and so on?”

 

Yamato gave him a studying look, "Nah, you're okay, if you make Takeru happy.."

 

Takeru sniggered in his fist. Then he shifted to be more on Taichi's side and wrapped his arms around the dark-haired man. Yamato gave him a questioning look.

 

"What?" Taichi asked.

 

"Ain't you gonna kiss?" Yamato wondered.

 

"Is this a joke?" Taichi said. Yamato wasn't really expecting them to kiss each other when somebody else was watching, right? Maybe it was all right in all those European countries he visited but they were in Japan now, and in Japan kissing in the street was equal to social suicide.

 

"Do you love my brother?"

 

"But... of course! But … that's not the problem."

 

“Oh, Taichi, whatever. Kiss me,” Takeru said.

 

Taichi held Yamato's eyes for a second then half-turned and cupping his hand around the back of Takeru's head touched his lips with his own. The little blonde smiled in content.

 

If I don't have Yamato, I at least have another blonde, he thought. But by God, Yamato's hot like a stove and I want some cooking...

 

The boys parted and Yamato hi-fived blushing Takeru.

 

***

 

The three young men hauled the bags into the apartment and panting stood in the hall.

 

"That was frigging heavy..."

 

"Yeah..."

 

"Yamato!"

 

His mother appeared in the doorway with a warm smile. "Okaerinasai, your room is ready."

 

"Thanks, mother!" Yamato smiled but didn't move from his place by the door. Natsuko froze on the spot with a fake smile. The first son and his mother didn't exactly have a harmonious relationship. Takeru cleared his throat.

 

"Mom, Yamato is going to take a shower, and I'm starving. I think, Taichi too."

 

"Okay, boys, first get the bags in the room."

 

Everyone moaned. Natsuko went into the kitchen. Taichi sighed and hoisted the first bag on his shoulder. Unfortunately, it was a bit heavier than he expected and he began to stagger, but seeing that he staggered towards Yamato, he didn't stop himself until he crushed into the blonde.

 

Yamato put his hands on Taichi's stomach to avoid being squashed into the wall and chuckled in embarrassment. Taichi chuckled too, feeling molten steel rush through his veins; his hot breath brushed across Yamato's face and reflected back. Taichi tasted Yamato's breath and pulled away.

 

"Oops," he said with a silly grin.

 

"Careful."

 

"Right."

 

"Heavy.."

 

"You bet."

 

"Wonderful," Takeru chimed in. "How about you give me a hand with these?!"

 

They managed to get everything in Yamato's room eventually and Taichi was on fire and sweating from constantly glimpsing large patches of Yamato's naked brown back and his slim jeans covered ass. Dropping some hints, Taichi managed to coax Takeru at letting him sleep over. By the look of the little blonde, he could appreciate some action tonight, but the dark-haired man thought he would really really prefer to jump in bed with another blonde..

 

"I'm going to have a shower," Yamato said. Taichi licked his lips. Takeru tiredly slumped into his boyfriend's arms and yawned.

 

"You go..." he said. "Hey, wait!" Suddenly, inspired, he raised his face to Taichi. "How about we take a bath together? Is it okay with you, Yamato? Because I'm so hungry and I need to take a shower too."

 

"Well..."

 

A vision of naked Yamato fled before Taichi's eyes and he pressed his crotch in Takeru's stomach. The cunning blonde snuggled closer and grinned victoriously at his older brother. Yamato rolled his eyes, which Taichi found totally adorable and exciting.

 

"I take it as a yes?" he said to his boyfriend.

 

"Whatever..." Yamato said. "But me first. You two may wash together later."

 

"Deal."

 

Takeru shouted to his mother that they were in the bathroom and locked the bathroom door. Taichi pulled him close and kissed him behind the ear. At last, they were free, no supervision, no questioning glances, and Yamato soon to be stark naked.

 

Taichi moaned, buring his face in Takeru's hair and peeking at the older blonde. Yamato flung his tank over his head, settled on the edge of the bathtub and started pulling away his socks before his fingered the button of his jeans. He cocked an eyebrow at his little brother and his boyfriend.

 

"Mind if you close your eyes?" he wondered.

 

Takeru giggled and shut his eyes readily. Taichi pretended to be inspecting Takeru's hair with his lips. Water noisily descended into the bathtub, and Taichi gasped.

 

Get naked, a through coursed his mind. Get naked!

 

Yamato unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He DID have underwear. Black. Damn!

 

Oh, how good it can get!

 

Taichi's hand dove under Takeru's shirt, and his tongue explored his neck and ear. Takeru's eyelashes helplessly fluttered. Although Takeru was writhing in his arms, transporting the tension to his crotch, the dark eyes were glued to the curtain behind which he could guess by the shifts that Yamato pulled his shorts down and threw them on the floor.

 

"I want you," Taichi whispered. He discovered with satisfaction that if Yamato neared the thin oblique fabric he could see the brown of his skin clearly. It could be his shoulder, if below it could be his hip or his ass - Taichi shivered. When Takeru turned around in Taichi's arms, Taichi found that he was aroused and ready and he locked their lips in a hungry kiss.

 

"Yamato..." Takeru gasped when he broke away. "Uhm... He'll see us... Taichi, but I don't want to let you go... What are we doing?.."

 

Instead of answering, Taichi unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down his arms. He kissed his chest gently aiming for the nipple. Wonder if Yamato's nipples taste the same… He groped behind him for a wall and drew Takeru into his arms again, this time with his back pressed against the wall. His own T-shirt followed the suit on the floor. With a wet sound the dark-haired young boy kissed the temple under the blonde hair.

 

"Takeru," Yamato's head pocked out from behind the curtain. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed and frowned, “And what would you be doing while I'm taking the shower I wonder?”

 

“Fuck…” the dark-haired licked his lips devouring the visible piece of his chest. Takeru whirled his head around, breathing unevenly and sent him a guilty nonetheless sultry look.

 

“Oniisan… we won't be doing anything you don't want to see, really.. Just kissing.”

 

"Could you stay in shower for ten more minutes?" Taichi asked. Takeru gave a near shout when the brunet's hand dove into his pants and his fingers ran along his member. Just kissing?

 

“Maybe I should go and come again later?” Yamato said.

 

“No!” Takeru and Taichi cried at the same time. Yamato raised his eyebrow.

 

“You see, mom will get suspicious,” Takeru hastily explained. “Please, we'll be very very very quiet but please, don't go…”

 

“Hm. Then tell me where the bath salt is, Takeru,” Yamato disappeared behind the curtain. "I don't believe it," his muffled voice sounded lamentably. "I thought things of that sort happened only in Amsterdam… Oh, mon Dieu..."

 

Taichi smirked and smugly sank his tongue in the mouth of his lover, imagining that it was Yamato's mouth, so hot and slick. He tore away with a hungry inhale and fetched lubricant from the drawer. Takeru unzipped his trousers.

 

“Only a handjob, okay?” Takeru whispered.

 

“How do you want it?” the brunette murmured.

 

“As if…” Takeru shook his head as if to clear it, “Gentle..” he pressed to Taichi's stomach, “.. and fast.”

 

A lustful haze was before Taichi's eyes; with a dark smile he reflected that Yamato would have liked it just like this. He pulled Takeru into his arms and watched the curtain behind which flashed the desirable brown flesh, and when he jerked Takeru off and Takeru jerked him off, the dark bronze of Yamato's skin and his sensuous smile stayed before his eyes…

 

“Oh, it was wonderful,” Takeru said sincerely after.

 

“ARE YOU FINISHED KISSING ALREADY?” Yamato yelled from the shower.

 

***

During the evening meal the two young men listened to Yamato's rambling about France and his college. Taichi and Takeru hang on his every word and even Natsuko became interested when he spoke about Paris.

 

"I wanna see the pictures!" Takeru wailed excitingly.

 

"I'll get all of them out of the suitcases soon. Wait, I have some... somewhere near..."

 

He went into his room and returned with several pictures.

 

"That's my first year, my college and my class. That's Toulouse," he commented passing the photo to Takeru and Taichi. Taichi saw the Yamato he remembered as a teenager smiling sheepishly in the middle of multi-national students.

 

"Paris, Pâcque, voilà la Tour Eiffel.."

 

"Yamato, you're speaking French," Takeru reminded.

 

"Ah, pardon pardon... That's me, that's Côte d'Azur, the start of the second year..."

 

It was a picture of Yamato in swimming trunks on the beach, licking his ice-cream and sending a sumptuous glance at the camera. Taichi grinned devilishly.

 

"I want this photo.."

 

"You can have it. Everybody wants it, I made million copies just for handing it out. Honestly, I don't know why! Want me to sign it?"

 

Taichi laughed although a pang of jealousy ran through his chest at the mention of `everyone'.

 

Takeru took the last three photos from the table and frowned at one. Taichi looked at it over his shoulder.

 

"I know him," he said suddenly. "It's err..."

 

"Ichijouji... Ken." Yamato swallowed a portion of his tea. "He is in Munchen University, Germany now and we met accidentally during a trip to Rome."

 

"I didn't know," Takeru muttered.

 

"So this is where our genius vanished to. He's already in University. Isn't he too young? But then again, he's always been like that,” Taichi meditated over the picture. There, Ken was standing near high metal bars of a fence and an ancient building towered in the background. He turned the picture over and tried to read swift handwriting on the back but failed to understand anything.

 

Tu me monques...

 

And in another handwriting:

 

Auch ich…

 

"It was really a funny coincidence. We were in the same compartment on a train to Rome during les vacances. And I only recognized him when he started swearing in Japanese that `damn, he got those loud French students' for neighbours.."

 

Takeru chuckled. "Yamato, you never talked about it!" he complained, his eyes stopped on his neck to admire the pendant and a gold chain around Yamato's neck.

 

“I promised him not to tell anyone that he can swear.”

 

"He didn't change a bit. Did you visit him in Munchen?"

 

“Uhn. Me and my French friends went there as a part of our trip across Germany. And we took him with us, cause, duh, none of us spoke German.”

 

“What does it mean?” Taichi asked pointing to the handwriting.

 

“Oh, that… He gave it to me when he went back to Germany, with best wishes,” Yamato said. “… And that's Mimi," Yamato took the next photo. There was he and the pink-haired girl standing in each other's arms, facing the camera. "I spend Christmas with her two years ago. She was modeling for Vogue in Paris and Jyou told me her mobile number. Jyou is a student of medicine in the USA so he sees Mimi now and then."

 

The Eiffel Tower was glowing bright behind them and the wind ruffled their hair and Mimi's short fur-lined overcoat. Taichi looked at Yamato who was staring steadily at the photo, back at Mimi, at Yamato again and something huge and dangerous stirred within him. Jealousy.

 

"How sweet," the mother commented. "What a nice girl. Did you use to see her often?"

 

Yamato blushed. "Oh yeah..."

 

Taichi and Takeru exchanged a look and shook their heads in disapproval. That was the worst thing Taichi could imagine, that Yamato was in love with Mimi.

 

He carefully studied the blonde who got up to make himself another tea. He was simply stunning. That little adventure in the shower didn't relinquish his interest and he decided to make some passes on him when Takeru was away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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