Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Romanced ❯ Six ( Chapter 6 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: All of you know that I don't own Digimon, Digimon is Akiyoshi Hongo's creation and I don't know who else. This is yaoi (boyxboy), Taito, Kensuke (sort of), Yamaken and Taisuke.

Romanced by Wormmonsoul

part 1 Coming of Christmas
chapter 6

Instead of going to bed Yamato stayed up late. His father decided to give himself a break and watch a soccer game. It was over midnight and Yamato closed the door to his room tired of his vigorous shouts.
The blonde fell heavily onto his bed and stared into the sky. It was deep violet colour. City lights do that and the first thing you miss when coming home from mountains, is stargazing.
*This is not what you are really thinking about,* a stubborn inner voice informed him.
With a sinking feeling Yamato recalled that Presents Giving Party was due in two days. He didn't have a choice - he needed the present come hell or high waters. He asked Takeru, who suggested a book. He asked Iori, who stared at him for a long time, then chuckled and said that a book would do. He asked Miyako and Hikari. Guess what they suggested? Right, a book. Even Daisuke said 'a book'. Taichi suggested a song.
*Stupid Taichi.*
Yamato's eyes wandered idly over the violet clouds.
It was a good idea to get out of the busy Tokyo megalopolis and breathe some fresh air although Yamato had to spend his weekend in the kitchen. It was fun, but it worried him that Taichi's behaviour was strange. He was flushed and he was slow around Yamato, almost idling. Yamato was curious about what could possible be wrong with Taichi. *You will find out,* snickered the inner voice.
*Ignore you,* the blonde frowned.
*Oh no, you don't! I will be here until you decide whether you ever stop thinking that boys are beautiful or admit you're gay.*
Yamato defiantly rolled over. He didn't see how he could solve this problem, that's why he preferred to keep silent. There wasn't a chance in the world to come out with this little pain. But who would help him? Taichi wouldn't understand him. That's the problem - Taichi is too simple-minded, and Yamato's complex feelings would confuse him. Definitely, not Sora - she would be afraid. Takeru? - he's an angel, he shouldn't know.
*I need to stop thinking please,* Yamato sighed and got up. *It's killing me.*
The blonde grabbed a paper and a pencil and put them on the window. *Write a song, ne? Why not? It's fun!*
*You wouldn't dare!* exclaimed the voice.
"Oh yeah?" Yamato whispered in a challenge. He snatched his guitar and kicked the door to click close - his father recently complained of a headache because of Yamato's playing all night long.
Yamato touched the strings and frowned. He needed to express Ken's character in the song. What melody would do?
*What is Ken for you?* ... Dreamy gorgeous eyes.. When he nearly burned his fingers back in that cabin while deep in thought and Yamato made him drop his reveries - what was he thinking?
The colour of your violet eyes...
*The guy has the Crest of Kindness. He is gentle and delicate. And deadly. Sometimes he intentionally makes himself look like the Kaiser, when he's stubborn or angry or offended.*
You have shadow over you face
Yamato's music became rougher and he willed it to take another tone.
*Concentrate!*
*I don't even remember what he looks like!* Yamato sprang down on the floor and racked his table for any photo with Ken - nothing. *Use your imagination,* the sour voice kicked in. *Every little thing would help.*
*I need words.*
Loneliness was the word that first came to his mind. *But, not exactly it - there is some ghostly feeling to grab - exclusiveness, seclusion, reserved, no, lost. Now that's a good word.*
When you think that you are lost...
Aha...
*Taichi, you're gonna regret your advice,* Yamato smirked, and started to construct a melody and write it hastily down. He visualized the lonely boy with indigo hair who was lying in his cozy room far away, watching glowing shadows with his wet violet eyes.
Involuntary, Yamato shivered. He reached towards the window and felt the smallest draught. *I hope I'm not catching anything,* the boy thought.
*Love fever?* the voice smirked. Yamato ignored the comment.
Hours later, when the sky turned pink and multiple windows glowed warm yellow, Yamato finished scribbling his rough copy. He hit the strings for the last time. A mighty knock on the wall signified his father's displeasure. Yamato quickly glanced back at the clock.
*I'm going to get into so much trouble with this,* he thought grimly. But he was too tempted to back off. His guitar came alive and he hummed the refrain like an incantation:
Out the window it's sunrise
It's golden radiance
Stranger
If I move the shadows
Sun shines in your face
Wake up
Why don't you come here
I don't know you
I want you
To help me
*Awwwwwwww how romantic,* the voice commented sarcastically.
"Get lost," Yamato said fondly, rather priding himself on the behalf of the song. He yawned. Sluggishly he climbed into the bed and rolled over to have some well-deserved sleep.
*Tomorrow... I'll have to get some kind of present to Taichi... It was kind of Sora to remind me... She's a good friend. What a shame, she deserves my crest more than me...*
Yamato giggled stupidly imagining himself with a Crest of Love.
*It's nice to have Sora around. It's nice to be friends.*
If only Sora could read thoughts she would have woken up in cold sweat.
Only friends?

tsuzuku...