Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ School Dances Suck ❯ Chapter 1

School Dances Suck

School Dances Suck

Not-so warning: Um…okay. Well, gay people, and swearing and Brittany Spears. (Gotta watch out for her! Parents, keep a close watch on your young daughters!! Great, now there will be all the Brittany fans waiting out in the parking lot for me after the show. I can see it all now…" Hey funny girl! Yeah bee-yoch, I'm talkin' to you! Hey baby, I'll mess you up one more time.") *Shudder* Um where was I…Oh yes and the gay people touch each other!! Hehehe >:D These aren't my characters, and I don't own Brittany or her songs, or the cast of the Flintstones, or Mini Mouse…thank cheese wiz! I just borrowed them. Kind of in a way ><.

Taichi: All right kiddies, here we go. Happy reading! I'll try not to scar you for life ^^

Pyrro Tsumi: *pats self on back* Yay! I `prettied' Taichi's fanfic. Now sentences will make sense to all you lucky readers, and there is some sort of paragraph structure! ^^

Yes, yes. Kiss my feet, she-servant. ^___^

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'He has kind of nice legs…' I thought to myself as I scanned the page from bottom to top slowly. 'And a really, really nice ass… Woooooowwwwwwwwwwww…' Turning the page I continued to ogle the super sexy athletes before me. As I cocked my head to the side for a better view, I heard a familiar voice bring me back to the reality of the crowded cafeteria.

" So the ever un-compatible Taichi Yagami and Sora Takenouchi actually have something in common? Or is just because they wear shorts in the summer and in the winter?" Mimi smiled as I looked up from a tennis magazine that I had recently grabbed for a good look.

Yes, tennis. I have tainted the family name. Oooohhhhh sadness -__-;; Everyone point and laugh.

" Hi Honey!!!" I mocked with a grin, tossing down my magazine as I sat up from my lying position on the bench.

Mimi took a seat next to me and picked up the reading material. "Legs aren't all that good, but that is ONE incredible ass!" Mimi complimented, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

"Word is that Sumi Owikoudai has the hots for you." Mimi giggled, punching me in the arm lightly.

" That's too bad," I smiled smugly, brushing a few stray bangs from my brow as I leaned against the wall.

" You're cruel… you are a cruel one," Mimi sighed, putting down the magazine and fixing me with… the look. From here on in, we can assume that it will get messy. Because being friends with Mimi for a long time entitles you to know her mood swings like the back of your hand. And from what my senses are telling me, I am in trouble.

" What? When you're a fruity pebble like me Mim, then you're intentions are to lour Barney and Fred to your office with a big, fat, juicy pterodactyl wing for a nice Bam Bam. Not Wilma and Betty!" I exclaimed. I don't know where that came from, but it sounded good so I'm stickin' with it!^^*

" I know," Mimi pouted.

" However, I just happen to have some news that might make you *very* happy," I mused as she turned to face me excitedly. "You know what's his face from science class, third period I think it was?"

" Osaji!" Mimi gasped, covering her moth as her eyes widened in disbelief. " He's soooooooo dreamy! Sooooooooooooooo unbelievably cccuuuttteeeeee!!!!"

" Yeah, that's the guy! Well anyway, he was making a bet with Yamato and Waipa, his drummer, that you were really easy and that he could, and would, get your goods at the dance tonight."

Mimi's face dropped and she stared at me in total awe as her face started to quickly turn a shade of red only found on tropical plants. " And I'm supposed to be happy about this??!!!" She raged, angrily standing and stomping her foot in a huff.

"Actually, not really. Just thought I'd give you a heads up that's all. Besides, I said it MIGHT make you happy, that wasn't definite." I smiled, crossing my arms over my chest.

" Why… The nerve of that jerk! Why I ought to… I know I did flirt with him twice this week, but I didn't come on that strong!!! Tell me something Taichi," she growled suddenly. "Yamato WAS on the other end of that bet, was he not?!" She yelled. I love it when Mimi gets mad; she's so funny. Her face gets red and her cheeks puff out like a hot air balloon about to explode and her voice gets all squeaky like Mini Mouse, that creepy American cartoon character, and to top it all off, she has this one blueish vein that sticks out on her neck!

"Of course," I laughed, enjoying every minute of her fit. "So was Waipa!" I added quickly, even though it was a lie. I was just trying to cover that loser's sorry ass.

"I don't care about Waipa! If Yamato was also betting that Osaji could and would get in my pants, or whatever I decide to wear that night, then I was gunna break his toes with my platform designer heels, and pull his hair till he cries for forgiveness!!! Maybe scratch his eyeballs out, it all depends on my mood at that moment."

"So I see," I laughed. "I'm so glad that I'm not running for prom queen! Oh, thank you for reminding me! Speaking of prom queen, I need to see Yamato about something later on."

"Lover's quarrel?" Mimi inquired, poking my arm.

"Cut it out," I whined. "Just routine, but things might get heated if he's in the mood!" I smiled, crossing my fingers whilst wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

"Boom Baby!" Daisuke grinned, spinning around and snapping his fingers as he burst into the lunchroom and slid next to me. "Woo hoo hoo!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, grabbing the magazine from Mimi and studying it intensely. After a few minutes of the three of us staring at some guy's hot ass, Daisuke broke the silence. "Hey, you guys haven't seen Ken kickin' around have you?"

"Nope. Not that I know of," Mimi answered mechanically, as if in a trance.

"Me neither. Sorry Dai, can't say that I have, but I was just about to got find Yamato, so if I see him, then I'll tell him that you're looking for him, okay?" I offered, standing up and stretching my arms.

" Um 'kay, sounds good to me. Hey Taichi, do you mind if I borrow this and give it back to you at the dance tonight or somethin'?" Daisuke asked me, never taking his eyes off of the page in front of him."

Sure Daisuke, whatever. Take your time. Don't soil the pages. Oh, and check page sixteen! There's a guy in short shorts and he's not too bad looking," I laughed lightly, picking up my orange hooded sweatshirt and walking out of the lunch room, all the while hearing the sounds of Daisuke and Mimi fighting over the magazine and who got to see the "hot guy" first.

It took me no more then five minutes tops to find Yamato. He was at his locker trying to shove all his books in and close it before everything fell out on him. One thing I love most about him besides the fact that he was incredibly attractive and sexy, is that he's a pack rat, just like me! Only, he's an organized one. O_o Right.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the lion hunts his prey. Silently, he creeps up behind the unsuspecting meal. Eat or be eaten, that is the law of the land! Hunger overtakes the beast as he pounces. And to the victor go the spoils!

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Yamato shrieked as the mysterious person, A.K.A me, flattened him into the dangerous depths of his locker. Buahaha! I have him now! Suddenly, Yamato whirled around, grabbed the sides of my face and pressed a brief kiss to my lips. "Hey Tai," he smirked, turning back to his locker and forcing it shut with a click.

" Aw…no! I really thought I had you that time!!" I groaned, leaning in and placing my hands on his hips, turning him to face me. Humm…he's such a pretty Yama. I tilted my head up to kiss him once more, my hand stoking over his hip and across his chest

Of course, as we all know, in order for me to be face to face with Yama-chan, I have to boost myself up a bit. However, thankfully for yours truly, what I lack in height I make up in other ways! >:D Hehehe, I'm foxy Taichi and I'm a whole lot'a woman!! (whatever) SHIZAAM!!

"Tai, don't do that. People could be watching," Yamato protested, pulling away stubbornly.

Looking over my koi, I raised an eyebrow, smiling seductively. "I don't mind," I purred into Yamato's ear, beginning to trail small linked kisses from the base of Yamato's neck up to his ear lobe, sucking lightly and flicking the soft flesh with my tongue. Yamato shivered under my touch, a small whimper escaping his mouth when my hand began trace the five brass buttons to Yamato's tight button-up jeans, entertaining the idea of gaining entrance.

" C'mon Tai. I'm not kidding…" Yamato whined half-heartedly, trying desperately to resist temptation, and placing one of his hands on my shoulders. He grabbed my right hand, which by the way was already on the third button and rubbing the soft warm skin below the first two brass restraints with my thumb. " Yagami Taichi, stop it now!"

Uh oh. I believe my full name was used. He's serious. "Yama, what's wrong?" I asked, brushing his bangs out of his face.

"Nothing. I just don't think that this is appropriate for school, that's all. What if the principal saw us? And worse off, what if… Sora saw us?! Huh? Then what genius, she'd fry our asses!" He explained worriedly.

" Yes, but you seem to have overlooked that fact that we didn't get caught!" I grinned widely, tapping the tip of his nose with my index finger. "Besides, it's none of Sora's friggen business! Just cuz' she throws a flippin' jealous nutty when she sees the two of us together! Screw her!"

"Well Hiiiiii, Taiii!" A genderless, yet so vaguely familiar voice called from behind causing me to wince. Whoops. "And how are weeee?" Sora grinned peevishly, sliding an arm around both Yamato's shoulders and mine.

"Augh! Go crawl back under your rock!" I suggested, quickly shaking her arm off me and grabbing my Yamato away from her.

"You're so immature, Tai-cheeeeee" she scoffed, opening Yamato's locker and doing some of her classic snooping.

"Hey! I don't BELIEVE I heard the Turkey Princess offer for Satan to go through his gobbleness's locker. Besides, you're not supposed to see sunlight! So what do you think you're doing?" I snapped.

"Very clever Taichi. Ewww, Yamato… I would have thought better of you. Really, of all people," Sora whined. I wonder what she found. Whatever it is, ten to one it's a food product that I put in there for safe keeping. Dun, dun, dun, dun! (Sounding trumpets) Low and behold, she pulls out a half eaten cheddar cheez-it and fluff sandwich thing! What? Hum, don't know how that got in there! *whistle, whistle, whistle* What a pity Sora got it all over her hands!!! Hahahahahaha, but now she is pulling out… one of my T-shirts! NO, NOT THE ADIDAS T-SHIRT!!!

"Give me that! I don't want that stuff all over my T-shirt! Awww mannn, I liked this shirt you dumb bitch!" I exclaimed. Ohhhh no. I didn't just call her…Oh my groovin' disco fever I did!!! Parade floats, holographic Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and dice!!

"TAICHI YAGAMI!! DID I JUST HEAR WHAT I THOUGHT I HEARD COME FROM YOUR MOUTH?!?" Um…Sora's kind of mad. I'm in trouble. Hark, what is this? I do believe that would be my boyfriend standing in to save my sorry ass!

"Come on Sora, calm down. I'm sure he didn't mean it. He's just kind of stupid at times, that's all," Yamato smiled falsely. Yes, nice work Yama. She cannot resist the smile! Now twirl your hair… yes! That's it! Hahahaha, we have won this battle!

" Well, I suppose. Just watch your mouth Taichi Yagami, cause Yamato won't always be here to protect you ya know!" Sora smiled smugly, then walked off in the other direction.

"Okay, see you later Madam bulldog!" I called after her. Sighing, I turned back to Yamato. "That was close!" I stated, wiping fake sweat from my forehead.

"You're telling me," Yamato laughed, closing his locker and this time thinking to put his combination lock on it.

"Thirty-one left, three right, and four left. Tug firmly once." I said pointing at the lock and looking over at Yamato.

"Whatever you do, do NOT tell Sora that combination, or I swear I'll cut off play time till I get a new lock!" Yamato threatened, poking me in the ribs.

"Way ahead of ya," I sighed, shoving my hands deep into my pockets and scuffing my sneakers against the floor.

"Well, I s'pose we should get a head start to class now," Yamato sighed, putting all his weight onto one leg making his hip stick out in a rather attractive manner as he hugged his books tight to his chest.

"Fine, if I must," I stated, reluctantly looking over in Yamato's direction. "Ya know… we could skip and go fu-"

"NO!!" He answered sharply, turning to face me. Uh oh. I think I made 'im angry!!! Man, why's everyone ridin' me today? Quick run for the hills! This won't be pretty. How can you prevent Yamato fire? Why, just follow these simple instructions! (That I have neglected to do^^*) 4. Don't tell people that his dad is the king of all Turkeys and that he is the Turkey princess, and that T.K. was the nickname given to Takeru symbolizing his roll as the future Turkey King. 3. You must never look or even joke around with him about other men. 2. NEVER EVER FORGET HIS BIRTHDAY!!! (Or any other "special" holiday for that matter. Last week was like the one-week anniversary of the first time I kissed him at a Jiffy lube. What the hell is that all about, huh?) And most importantly, numeral uno… DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT HAVING SEX!!!! Remember, it's "making love", not "fucking". Sadly, if you have been paying close attention to what I'm saying, I've not done Smokey proud today Pa, and I did it simply because I think he's sexy when he's mad! Not too sound too much like Mimi, but he's hot!

(Taichi's notes: If you don't understand the whole Turkey thing don't worry about it. I was looking for a pair of socks @ 6:30 a.m. before school in my mom's room, cause I couldn't find any of mine so I stole a pair of hers. And I thought I saw a turkey with Mr. Ishida's head that was smoking in my mom's closet. ^^ *Nervous laughter* he.he.he. funny guy V-mon?)

"Honestly Taichi, is sex all you think about!?! Your such a jerk!" Yamato spat angrily, firmly pressing his index finger to my chest. Then he did the girl thing where they turn away from you and fold their arms over their chests. I've seen Hikari do it before so I'm familiar with this reaction.

"No Yamato. Er… that's not it. Um…" *mentally hits self over head* " I love you?" Yeah, nice save Taichi!

Yamato turned back around, his arms still crossed over his chest, jammed in there with his text books. Okay, this is a huge leap of faith, but it's worth a shot, cause I can see Sora watching us from down the hall and if I don't do something, she's gunna take advantage of this for sure. Thinks she's so crafty? Weeeelllllllllllllllll, not for long! Hahaha!

"Yama-chan I'm sorry," I sighed, trying to sound as sympathetic as I could. Reaching forwards, I embraced Yamato then pulled away to kiss him tenderly. Score! I can see Sora's face turning as red as her hair!!! Yeah, take that!!!

Yamato closed his eyes, moaning softly and dropping his books to the floor. He opened his mouth slightly, letting my tongue gain entrance. Licking the pallet of his mouth, I snuck my hands up the back of his black, button-up dress shirt, tracing little designs about the soft skin.

Yamato had since pulled out of the kiss and was sucking on my neck. Also nipping at it when he saw fit. Slipping a hand out from beneath the dark clothing, I placed it on his lower pelvis lingering just above his crotch, fingering it slightly and moving my hand down to rub him firmly. Yamato whimpered, leaning into my touch, picking up his leg and resting in on my lower back just above my butt (Like mosh dancing, only without the music! But you can be damn sure there was a concert going in my head >:D.).

Entangling his hands in my hair, mine and Yamato's mouths met again as he traced my lips slowly with his tongue before I opened my mouth allowing him to enter. (Greedy little bastard, ain't I? ^^). His slick tongue explored the inners of my mouth as mine over-lapped his. Firing my hand from the job of creating friction in Candy Land, I snaked it around his waist, banishing it for the cliffs of insanity! Groping blindly, Yamato arched his back and ground his hip sharply into mine, a deep groan escaping my throat.

Unfortunately, a slash of pain blurred my vision for moment as I realized that Yamato was yanking on my hair!!! OWWWIE!!!! THAT HURTS DAMMIT!!! The hand that was up Yamato's shirt immediately flew to the problem, gathering his hands and pinning them above his head, thus slamming him into the locker with a thud. He flinched slightly, sliding to the base. I sank to the floor with him, straddling his hips along with restraining his hands.

"Sorry," I mumbled as he squirmed uncomfortably under my grip."You were pullin' too damn hard," I grinned licking the length of his neck and kissing him hungrily. Yamato rolled his head back, sighing lightly and starting to relax to my rhythm once more when he caught sight of a clock. STUPID CLOCKS!!!

"SHIT!!!" Yamato yelled, thrashing about trying to get out of my death grip. "We're gunna be late for class!!!!"

"No we're not. What are you talking about!?! We still have ten minutes." I said, letting go and helping him to stand. Then conveniently as ever, the warning bell for recess rung. "Of course there is the possibility that my watch is off by seven minutes." Fuck. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! For the love of individually wrapped Cracker Jack prizes! We have three minutes to get to class on the other side of the building. 'Think quick Taichi! You're an intelligent guy. Well, okay maybe that's stretching it a bit, but nonetheless… THAT'S IT!!' I walked over to Yamato as he finished gathering his books and scattered papers, picking him up and slinging him over my left shoulder.

"Wahh!!! Taichi what the hell do you think you're doing!?! Put me down right now!!!" Yamato panicked, grabbing hold of my shirt so as to insure himself that he wouldn't fall a whopping five feet and whatever amount of inches to his untimely death. "

No time to complain! Gotta get to class!!!" I yelled as Yamato and I, or rather I ran to class at full speed.



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Taichi: That's it for chapter one everybody. So what cha think? * Hugging self. * Yay!!! My first lime!!! Hehehehehehehehehehehehe giggle, giggle, girlish giggles. *cough, cough.* Um… yeah. What are you staring at? Oh yeah, hey Shikou Yamitsuki, I AM CYY!!!! Lmao. (sorry everyone, inside joke! ><. Don't blame me, blame Weeeeeeeeeelow!!!!) `_~ Meet Willow, she is your computer made stereotypical Asian girl. All ready for you!!! Nata-poo lol!

PyrroTsumi: *keyboard sparks and explodes*So many grammatical errors I had to fix… my spell check is on the brink!! >< Stupid Taichi…

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