Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Bishounen Boys ❯ Part 3: Focus ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Splash 
Music lessons...
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.03.2001 | Updated On: 09.16.2001 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 468 | Status: Completed
Music lessons...
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.03.2001 | Updated On: 09.16.2001 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 468 | Status: Completed
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The Bishounen Boys
Part 3: "Focus"
By Splash
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A/N: "Focus" is Takeru's 02 image song for the Best Partner series ^_^ It's my third favorite, but it's probably my first favorite lyric-wise ^^;; Credit to Gijinka Wormmon for lyrics! They're in English for this fic, but if you want Romanized lyrics or something, Megchan (www.megchan.com/digimon) should have them, or I could email you them.
Nobody seemed to notice that during Taichi's schedule talk he didn't have a backpack during the whole day, yet when he left the school he had one with him ^^;; I meant to type it into the story, but I guess it slipped my mind, but his mother dropped it off for him during 6th hour and he had to come pick it up, nothing embarrassing ^_^
Matt: You and your strange ways of filling up plot holes...
It wasn't really a plot hole....... T_T
And in 2002, the Portage schools opened at August 12. I'm not sure if that will really happen or not, but with the trends of school starting earlier and earlier around here, it's quite possible >_<
All right, let's get some Taito and Daikenkeru started here... you know, this series is going a LOT slower than I thought it would, which is a good thing to me. I'm not much for stories with light-speed plots ^^;;
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~August 20, 2002~
The first thing he noticed entering his third hour class was a certain blonde male sitting in the front corner of the room. Smiling at the recognizable face, Taichi took the vacant seat to the right of him. The instant his bottom made contact with the chair, it attracted the attention of everyone behind him. Spotting the newbie brunette next to the newbie blonde gave them even more mindless ideas for gossip...
" Yamato, you have this class, too? Where were you yesterday?" Taichi said in the language they discussed the day before.
" I had a field trip... lasted until the middle of 6th hour," the blonde replied, eyeing the people staring at them at the sound of foreign words. " I'm glad we have this class together. It's a complete nightmare and you've got to have a partner, or else you're just swimming in a pool full of sharks."
The teacher stepped into the room at that moment, cup of coffee in hand. " Being the reliable honor type students you are, you've all got your notes out, right?" he barked, gazing around the classroom.
Of course, being the honor type students, they all concluded that taking orders from a dictating teacher with a horribly balding head was a chore. However, the detention slips in the teacher's other hand was enough to motivate them to dig through their jam-packed school bags and find their notebooks.
The hour flew by, and not just because of the video they watched the entire hour (Monty Python and the Holy Grail, mainly to see that one guy talk about government...), but the little transfer of notes between the two boys...
" What do you have next hour?"
" French, and you?"
" Wow... I have French, too. Do you have Mrs. Siminton?"
" No, I have Mrs. Murphy. I heard your class was a lot smarter...that's easy to believe."
" I guess. What lunch do you have?"
" A. That's the first one, right?"
" It comes before the other letters in the alphabet... That's sweet, I have it too. I think we better hold off the notes. I could've sworn Mr. Andrews saw us..."
So after an aggravating French hour full of "NO, that goes with avoir, not être!" and " Prendre goes into pris, not prené!" Taichi's long awaited lunch hour arrived. He had been hungry since the beginning of second hour, despite the huge breakfast he gobbled down fifteen minutes before school started. If that's how a normal feeding day went, he'd hate to see his condition if he DIDN'T have breakfast... or if he had any lunch beside the first one.
Peering across the cafeteria, he spotted Yamato waiting patiently at an empty table (although surrounded by tables of female groupies who admired him in secret). As he went to join the blonde, the murmurs seemed to become even more scrambled at the revelation. For the first few minutes, the boys kept a mutual silence, catching bits and pieces of the gossip as they consumed their meals.
" Hey, aren't both of those boys from Japan? Wow..."
" Do you think they already knew each other? Maybe that's why they're at the same table."
" Lise, do you think I have any chance with the big-haired dude?"
The brunette darted his eyes toward the general direction of the last, clear statement.
" Not if you don't even know his name."
" Lise, you've talked to him before, right? YOU know his name! Come on, tell me!"
" Taichi."
And now Yamato's attention was caught, hearing the first correct accent from a female ever since he arrived in this whorehouse.
" What?"
" Taichi."
A pause. " ... What kind of name is THAT?"
" A Japanese one. Makes sense, doesn't it? You didn't expect him to have a name like Fred or something, did you?"
" Well... not really. What was it again?"
Lise sighed, pitying the girl for her slowness. " Taichi."
" Oh, is that like those funky slow motion karate things people are always doing on TV commercials and stuff?"
" That's Tai Chi, they're two different words. But it's spelled the same."
" Cool. So what's his last name, then?"
Again, in a beautiful Japanese accent. " Yagami."
" ...What?"
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" You can sing, right?"
The question seemed to pop-up out of nowhere, but then again, it was actually an appropriate question since it concerned the reason why Ken came into Takeru's apartment.
" Yeah," the dark haired boy responded, taking off his shoes without bothering to use his hands. They had been worn down enough that he could do something like that. " People say I sound like an angel."
" I would rather go for the 'devil' reputation," Daisuke chimed, grinning wildly.
Takeru smirked, mildly amused. " Wanna head to my room?"
" Uh, sure," the newcomer replied, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable to the new environment. More smiles arose from the other two boys' faces as they tottered ahead, leading the way through the small apartment. Ken glanced over at the family pictures hung on the wall of Takeru and his mother, and then at the sofa with purple and white vertical stripes. Ignoring the strange taste in furniture, he slowly followed the other two boys.
Once in the room, Daisuke proceeded to make himself comfortable on the host's four-post bed, stretching out his limbs and taking over the entire space. Takeru gave a lock of mock dismal and roughly shoved the boy's legs off the bed to make room for himself, only to be kicked in the head for invading the goggle boy's space.
Ken entered the room to encounter Takeru and Daisuke in awkward positions, sprawled across the bed. Whether they were just being territorial or just playing...
Blushing slightly, the raven haired boy decided to make haven on the desk chair nearby. Settling himself down backwards so he could rest his head on his arms (which were on the backrest of the chair), he tried his best to avoid watching the bed-fight scene), thinking about "other thoughts" in his mind. Oddly, the thought that "raven," rhymed with "haven" was enough to keep him occupied.
" Ah! That's better."
The blush that had refused to cease only worsened. A fleeting contemplation about what they did together before he came along was pushed away as the clothes shuffling died away. Ken turned his attention back to the bed to see that the boys had settled their little dispute... Daisuke still in his original position, but where one of his legs was previously stretched out was Takeru, sitting down on half a foot area of space, a defeated look on his face.
" You know, I am SO glad we got a half day today and the high school kids didn't. For once WE get something extra!" Daisuke rambled, obviously contented with his victory.
" So... um..." The blonde uttered, trying to make his hair less messy (whether it was from the hat or the little thing before, Ken didn't bother to ask), " Let's get started. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."
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" Come on, kids, we've got a lot of work ahead of us! This is no time to fool around, so settle down!"
The students were scattered around the large room, chatting wildly, yet aware of the teacher's orders. Maybe it was out of disrespect or just the fact that they liked to chat, but it certainly didn't make the teacher any happier. Waiting for her commands to be carried out, she glanced around the room looking for her new student, only to see him missing. Her class WAS rather difficult to find, so she would probably let the tardiness slide... this time.
When everyone had finally found a place to sit down five minutes later, the teacher stood up from her chair and spoke, " Class, we have a new addition to our orchestra... who's not here yet."
" Is it a guy?" one of the females immediately chirped, viola securely tucked under her arm.
The entire class broke in a mad raging fit of giggles and laughs at the question just as two newcomers entered the orchestra room.
The teacher, the only one to see them, demanded, " What took you boys so long?"
While Taichi awed at the teacher's quick transition from silly to serious, the blonde next to him answered. " I gave Taichi over here a new tour around the lunch area. My deepest apologies, Mrs. Hinderliter."
" Go get your instruments while I settle the class," she replied, satisfied with the excuse.
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Within an hour, Takeru had jammed the melody of his song into our heads so much that it would probably be stuck there for the next few months. But we knew it well, at least. Now we just needed to learn the words. Not so hard, right?
After twenty minutes of Takeru's badgering for us to get the lyrics "perfectly," Daisuke began complaining to get some water for his hurting throat. I made Takeru take a second trip to the kitchen after realizing my own ache.
We talked quietly for a while, conserving our voices.
" You guys sing pretty great," I complimented, still feeling shy, " Are you in choir?"
" Yep. Dai and I. What about you, Ichijouji-kun?"
" I'm in band," I looked down at my hands on my lap, as if being part of a different class was a sin of some sort.
" Kakoi! What instrument do you play?" Daisuke said, enthusiasm at a high.
Still looking down, " Um... saxophone."
" Shuweeeeeeeet." Now why did that sound so close...?
I averted my eyes upwards, casting them on a gigantic grin right in front of me. When did he-
" D-Daisuke!" I shot back, falling head over heels in surprise. That's the last time I'm sitting on a chair backwards.
Takeru rolled over in his bed laughing, Daisuke still with his grin, though with a touch of pity in the way he looked at me.
" Sorry, Ken, didn't mean to surprise you there. Heh, heh..."
Sighing, I gazed across the room upside down, feeling funny seeing the carpet as the ceiling and the ceiling as the floor. My eye caught an interesting picture frame carelessly placed on the carpet, and I crawled back up to my feet to examine it.
When Takeru had finished with his giggling fit, I asked him about the image inside the borders of the frame.
" Oh, back in Japan my mom was really close to this one guy, and the other person in that picture is that guy's son. His name's Yamato," Takeru replied, slightly tired from the exercise, " He was such a cool guy. Hm..."
Sensing Takeru going off into la-la land, Daisuke gave him a nice pinch on his shorts-clad leg.
" Daisuke! Why'd you do that?" Takeru snapped, sitting up in a flash.
" Are we going to learn that song or not, blondie?" Daisuke said chumly.
" Um. Yeah," he replied, still stuck in a nostalgia cloud, " I wonder what he's doing now, Yamato..."
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" You play the cello, Taichi?" Yamato blurted, mouth gaping open, " ...yikes."
" The cellos here are pretty nice," Taichi commented, observing the beauty he had in his hands, " I'm impressed."
Yamato brought his violin case from one of the cubby holes, patiently waiting for his friend. " Ready for your debut? This orchestra is full of flirters... Nice ones, though."
The brunette observed the line of wooden bows, checking their sturdyness and bow hair quality. The one that he wanted to use when he was in the storage room yesterday had already been taken, and he probably wouldn't get to use it anytime soon. " Flirters? Heh... Have you fallen for any of them?"
He replied with a casual shrug of his young shoulders. " No, I probably couldn't even if I wanted to. They're just... nice."
Finally choosing the last bow, which happened to be the longest, Taichi picked up his school cello by the neck, surprised by how heavy it was compared to his own back home. He hadn't noticed that before... oh well, he'd get used to with a couple days of work. " It's a good change from all those sluts hanging around the school, at least."
" Yeah..."
That comment seemed to finalize their conversation, which was great since from behind the storage room door they could indistinctly hear, " Hey, what're you boys doing in there?" from their middle-aged teacher.
Taichi gave a somewhat concerned expression to Yamato, hearing the giggles beyond that storage door as they approached it.
" Don't worry, they're always this perverted," Yamato said, the arm bearing his instrument case (strapped on his shoulder) ready to push the door open.
The cello player's brows furrowed even further, doing the opposite of what Yamato had intended them to do. " Yeah, but the TEACHER?" The sides of the blonde's mouth curled upward and he breathed out something that sounded vaguely like "teh" before slinging his arm around Taichi's backside with his free arm. With a split second utter of surprise, the brunette blinked as additional light from the orchestra room spread onto his face.
The two boys stepped out, instantly attracting stares from the entire orchestra as Yamato went over to the choir risers to set up his instrument, taking Taichi with him. And Taichi couldn't help wondering why the blonde's presence was sending strange, fluttery chills crawling through the nerves on his back...
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~August 29, 2002~
" Boys, are you ready?"
They nodded in unison in such a way that it was obvious they had practiced their sync over and over again, and were so serious about one song that they refused to speak 24 hours before their performance in order to save their voice.
Takeru handed a tape recording of his song to the teacher, along with the lyrics (romanized and English). He walked over to the person sitting in one of the front desks and handed her a stack of papers, letting her catch the drift to hand them to the others, and then followed the others to the front of the class. They had a group huddle (which meant Daisuke bringing Takeru and Ken's foreheads close to his), turning their back towards the class. The teacher wondered what the huddle was for, but she was fascinated more with the way they were handling everything. All of the past students who had chosen the song project had griped about it the entire way, yet she heard not a single peep from this batch.
After a while, the huddle split apart and Takeru took a step forward, announcing, " Hey, I'm TK, that's Davis, and over there's Ken, and we'll be singing a song composition that --we-- came up with, called 'Focus.' Unfortunately, this song is in Japanese, but you should have a copy of the English translation in front of you." He glanced over at several of the desks and then at the girl he gave the stack to, who gave him a wink.
Snorting softly to himself, Takeru closed his eyes and started humming a low note. Daisuke followed, his own pitch higher. Ken finished the chord quickly, and they opened their mouths to project a bit further. And then, Takeru began with his first verse solo...
~I realize that I'm looking at you
As you stand obliquely
Is the focus of your heart
On me?
We've been together since we were small
When you ran and fell down, I always laughed
Even though we're still not adults, we've ran
A long way from that time
If you don't realize it, that's good
I'm worried about you
The you who only used to cry
Is now standing in the light
Who is the focus of your heart on?
I only want
To know that
No matter how much I stretched, I couldn't reach it
The door of that day is opening now
There were a lot of things I really wanted to tell you
But I couldn't say them well
Even though we could only be protected
The one I want to protect is...
I realize that I'm looking at you
As you stand obliquely
Is the focus of your heart
On me? I just
Want to hear that
The you who only used to cry
Is now standing in the light
Who is the focus of your heart on?
I only want
To know that...~
And then there was silence in the classroom, nobody daring to make the first noise, nobody daring to move. Those who had heard the song were simply stunned by the last spoken lyrics and the song itself... and those who had actually read the translations were even more impressed by the lyric writing. The ring of the harmony, the flow of the words, the excess emotion exerted...
The teacher glanced down at her grade sheet, noticing the pencil in her hand had somehow written a question mark next to the extra credit box. And she also noticed that her hand was shaking, trembling like a frozen mouse. This was BEYOND extra credit...
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Tsuzuku...
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Yeah, Focus! Gotta luv that song ^_^ I was almost going to use Butterfly, but then realized how overused that song is (I think I've read at least 3 Taito fics where that song served the EXACT same purpose, Yamato singing it at one of his concerts to announce his love to Taichi, hehe), but I still wanted one that sounded lovey, and this was the first one I could remember at the top of my head that sounded romantic! Anyhow, if you haven't heard it, GET it! It's not all slow and mushy like those other American love songs, it's kinda like Butterfly, fast paced and... tuneful! Is that a word?
Kakoi-Cool
I'll probably be using Japanese less often, but you can naturally presume that they Bish-Boys are speaking in Japanese when they're alone.. I only use Japanese when it REALLY sounds better, and to me, that's not often ^^;; It's not that I dislike the Japanese (anything but!), but it's just awkward fitting it with English at most times, it's a language that should go along with its own language ^^;;
This chapter's a bit longer than the other ones because I thought it lacked Yaoi-ness... I'll get to it soon, I hope! It depends on my mood and your reviews...
" Is it a guy?" actually happened in my orchestra! There's a lot of other interesting things that happened in various classes (mainly orchestra), most of them a heck of a lot more perverted ~_^ It's a LOT of fun tying in my real life into these fics if you haven't noticed already! Maybe that's what makes my Livejournal interesting... hm! J/k ^^;;
" I wonder what he's doing now, Yamato..."- For any of you who read the "Lost Star" Doujinshi, does this sound familiar? ~_^
Who saw the cello-playing Tai coming?
Matt: *raises his hand*
Don't try to flatter me, Yama *whacks away* Here's some candy for your eye: http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito/pics/taicello.htm
Splash
Couldn't help the mindless ranting in her notes again... -_- sigh...
http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito
The Bishounen Boys
Part 3: "Focus"
By Splash
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A/N: "Focus" is Takeru's 02 image song for the Best Partner series ^_^ It's my third favorite, but it's probably my first favorite lyric-wise ^^;; Credit to Gijinka Wormmon for lyrics! They're in English for this fic, but if you want Romanized lyrics or something, Megchan (www.megchan.com/digimon) should have them, or I could email you them.
Nobody seemed to notice that during Taichi's schedule talk he didn't have a backpack during the whole day, yet when he left the school he had one with him ^^;; I meant to type it into the story, but I guess it slipped my mind, but his mother dropped it off for him during 6th hour and he had to come pick it up, nothing embarrassing ^_^
Matt: You and your strange ways of filling up plot holes...
It wasn't really a plot hole....... T_T
And in 2002, the Portage schools opened at August 12. I'm not sure if that will really happen or not, but with the trends of school starting earlier and earlier around here, it's quite possible >_<
All right, let's get some Taito and Daikenkeru started here... you know, this series is going a LOT slower than I thought it would, which is a good thing to me. I'm not much for stories with light-speed plots ^^;;
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~August 20, 2002~
The first thing he noticed entering his third hour class was a certain blonde male sitting in the front corner of the room. Smiling at the recognizable face, Taichi took the vacant seat to the right of him. The instant his bottom made contact with the chair, it attracted the attention of everyone behind him. Spotting the newbie brunette next to the newbie blonde gave them even more mindless ideas for gossip...
" Yamato, you have this class, too? Where were you yesterday?" Taichi said in the language they discussed the day before.
" I had a field trip... lasted until the middle of 6th hour," the blonde replied, eyeing the people staring at them at the sound of foreign words. " I'm glad we have this class together. It's a complete nightmare and you've got to have a partner, or else you're just swimming in a pool full of sharks."
The teacher stepped into the room at that moment, cup of coffee in hand. " Being the reliable honor type students you are, you've all got your notes out, right?" he barked, gazing around the classroom.
Of course, being the honor type students, they all concluded that taking orders from a dictating teacher with a horribly balding head was a chore. However, the detention slips in the teacher's other hand was enough to motivate them to dig through their jam-packed school bags and find their notebooks.
The hour flew by, and not just because of the video they watched the entire hour (Monty Python and the Holy Grail, mainly to see that one guy talk about government...), but the little transfer of notes between the two boys...
" What do you have next hour?"
" French, and you?"
" Wow... I have French, too. Do you have Mrs. Siminton?"
" No, I have Mrs. Murphy. I heard your class was a lot smarter...that's easy to believe."
" I guess. What lunch do you have?"
" A. That's the first one, right?"
" It comes before the other letters in the alphabet... That's sweet, I have it too. I think we better hold off the notes. I could've sworn Mr. Andrews saw us..."
So after an aggravating French hour full of "NO, that goes with avoir, not être!" and " Prendre goes into pris, not prené!" Taichi's long awaited lunch hour arrived. He had been hungry since the beginning of second hour, despite the huge breakfast he gobbled down fifteen minutes before school started. If that's how a normal feeding day went, he'd hate to see his condition if he DIDN'T have breakfast... or if he had any lunch beside the first one.
Peering across the cafeteria, he spotted Yamato waiting patiently at an empty table (although surrounded by tables of female groupies who admired him in secret). As he went to join the blonde, the murmurs seemed to become even more scrambled at the revelation. For the first few minutes, the boys kept a mutual silence, catching bits and pieces of the gossip as they consumed their meals.
" Hey, aren't both of those boys from Japan? Wow..."
" Do you think they already knew each other? Maybe that's why they're at the same table."
" Lise, do you think I have any chance with the big-haired dude?"
The brunette darted his eyes toward the general direction of the last, clear statement.
" Not if you don't even know his name."
" Lise, you've talked to him before, right? YOU know his name! Come on, tell me!"
" Taichi."
And now Yamato's attention was caught, hearing the first correct accent from a female ever since he arrived in this whorehouse.
" What?"
" Taichi."
A pause. " ... What kind of name is THAT?"
" A Japanese one. Makes sense, doesn't it? You didn't expect him to have a name like Fred or something, did you?"
" Well... not really. What was it again?"
Lise sighed, pitying the girl for her slowness. " Taichi."
" Oh, is that like those funky slow motion karate things people are always doing on TV commercials and stuff?"
" That's Tai Chi, they're two different words. But it's spelled the same."
" Cool. So what's his last name, then?"
Again, in a beautiful Japanese accent. " Yagami."
" ...What?"
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" You can sing, right?"
The question seemed to pop-up out of nowhere, but then again, it was actually an appropriate question since it concerned the reason why Ken came into Takeru's apartment.
" Yeah," the dark haired boy responded, taking off his shoes without bothering to use his hands. They had been worn down enough that he could do something like that. " People say I sound like an angel."
" I would rather go for the 'devil' reputation," Daisuke chimed, grinning wildly.
Takeru smirked, mildly amused. " Wanna head to my room?"
" Uh, sure," the newcomer replied, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable to the new environment. More smiles arose from the other two boys' faces as they tottered ahead, leading the way through the small apartment. Ken glanced over at the family pictures hung on the wall of Takeru and his mother, and then at the sofa with purple and white vertical stripes. Ignoring the strange taste in furniture, he slowly followed the other two boys.
Once in the room, Daisuke proceeded to make himself comfortable on the host's four-post bed, stretching out his limbs and taking over the entire space. Takeru gave a lock of mock dismal and roughly shoved the boy's legs off the bed to make room for himself, only to be kicked in the head for invading the goggle boy's space.
Ken entered the room to encounter Takeru and Daisuke in awkward positions, sprawled across the bed. Whether they were just being territorial or just playing...
Blushing slightly, the raven haired boy decided to make haven on the desk chair nearby. Settling himself down backwards so he could rest his head on his arms (which were on the backrest of the chair), he tried his best to avoid watching the bed-fight scene), thinking about "other thoughts" in his mind. Oddly, the thought that "raven," rhymed with "haven" was enough to keep him occupied.
" Ah! That's better."
The blush that had refused to cease only worsened. A fleeting contemplation about what they did together before he came along was pushed away as the clothes shuffling died away. Ken turned his attention back to the bed to see that the boys had settled their little dispute... Daisuke still in his original position, but where one of his legs was previously stretched out was Takeru, sitting down on half a foot area of space, a defeated look on his face.
" You know, I am SO glad we got a half day today and the high school kids didn't. For once WE get something extra!" Daisuke rambled, obviously contented with his victory.
" So... um..." The blonde uttered, trying to make his hair less messy (whether it was from the hat or the little thing before, Ken didn't bother to ask), " Let's get started. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."
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" Come on, kids, we've got a lot of work ahead of us! This is no time to fool around, so settle down!"
The students were scattered around the large room, chatting wildly, yet aware of the teacher's orders. Maybe it was out of disrespect or just the fact that they liked to chat, but it certainly didn't make the teacher any happier. Waiting for her commands to be carried out, she glanced around the room looking for her new student, only to see him missing. Her class WAS rather difficult to find, so she would probably let the tardiness slide... this time.
When everyone had finally found a place to sit down five minutes later, the teacher stood up from her chair and spoke, " Class, we have a new addition to our orchestra... who's not here yet."
" Is it a guy?" one of the females immediately chirped, viola securely tucked under her arm.
The entire class broke in a mad raging fit of giggles and laughs at the question just as two newcomers entered the orchestra room.
The teacher, the only one to see them, demanded, " What took you boys so long?"
While Taichi awed at the teacher's quick transition from silly to serious, the blonde next to him answered. " I gave Taichi over here a new tour around the lunch area. My deepest apologies, Mrs. Hinderliter."
" Go get your instruments while I settle the class," she replied, satisfied with the excuse.
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Within an hour, Takeru had jammed the melody of his song into our heads so much that it would probably be stuck there for the next few months. But we knew it well, at least. Now we just needed to learn the words. Not so hard, right?
After twenty minutes of Takeru's badgering for us to get the lyrics "perfectly," Daisuke began complaining to get some water for his hurting throat. I made Takeru take a second trip to the kitchen after realizing my own ache.
We talked quietly for a while, conserving our voices.
" You guys sing pretty great," I complimented, still feeling shy, " Are you in choir?"
" Yep. Dai and I. What about you, Ichijouji-kun?"
" I'm in band," I looked down at my hands on my lap, as if being part of a different class was a sin of some sort.
" Kakoi! What instrument do you play?" Daisuke said, enthusiasm at a high.
Still looking down, " Um... saxophone."
" Shuweeeeeeeet." Now why did that sound so close...?
I averted my eyes upwards, casting them on a gigantic grin right in front of me. When did he-
" D-Daisuke!" I shot back, falling head over heels in surprise. That's the last time I'm sitting on a chair backwards.
Takeru rolled over in his bed laughing, Daisuke still with his grin, though with a touch of pity in the way he looked at me.
" Sorry, Ken, didn't mean to surprise you there. Heh, heh..."
Sighing, I gazed across the room upside down, feeling funny seeing the carpet as the ceiling and the ceiling as the floor. My eye caught an interesting picture frame carelessly placed on the carpet, and I crawled back up to my feet to examine it.
When Takeru had finished with his giggling fit, I asked him about the image inside the borders of the frame.
" Oh, back in Japan my mom was really close to this one guy, and the other person in that picture is that guy's son. His name's Yamato," Takeru replied, slightly tired from the exercise, " He was such a cool guy. Hm..."
Sensing Takeru going off into la-la land, Daisuke gave him a nice pinch on his shorts-clad leg.
" Daisuke! Why'd you do that?" Takeru snapped, sitting up in a flash.
" Are we going to learn that song or not, blondie?" Daisuke said chumly.
" Um. Yeah," he replied, still stuck in a nostalgia cloud, " I wonder what he's doing now, Yamato..."
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" You play the cello, Taichi?" Yamato blurted, mouth gaping open, " ...yikes."
" The cellos here are pretty nice," Taichi commented, observing the beauty he had in his hands, " I'm impressed."
Yamato brought his violin case from one of the cubby holes, patiently waiting for his friend. " Ready for your debut? This orchestra is full of flirters... Nice ones, though."
The brunette observed the line of wooden bows, checking their sturdyness and bow hair quality. The one that he wanted to use when he was in the storage room yesterday had already been taken, and he probably wouldn't get to use it anytime soon. " Flirters? Heh... Have you fallen for any of them?"
He replied with a casual shrug of his young shoulders. " No, I probably couldn't even if I wanted to. They're just... nice."
Finally choosing the last bow, which happened to be the longest, Taichi picked up his school cello by the neck, surprised by how heavy it was compared to his own back home. He hadn't noticed that before... oh well, he'd get used to with a couple days of work. " It's a good change from all those sluts hanging around the school, at least."
" Yeah..."
That comment seemed to finalize their conversation, which was great since from behind the storage room door they could indistinctly hear, " Hey, what're you boys doing in there?" from their middle-aged teacher.
Taichi gave a somewhat concerned expression to Yamato, hearing the giggles beyond that storage door as they approached it.
" Don't worry, they're always this perverted," Yamato said, the arm bearing his instrument case (strapped on his shoulder) ready to push the door open.
The cello player's brows furrowed even further, doing the opposite of what Yamato had intended them to do. " Yeah, but the TEACHER?" The sides of the blonde's mouth curled upward and he breathed out something that sounded vaguely like "teh" before slinging his arm around Taichi's backside with his free arm. With a split second utter of surprise, the brunette blinked as additional light from the orchestra room spread onto his face.
The two boys stepped out, instantly attracting stares from the entire orchestra as Yamato went over to the choir risers to set up his instrument, taking Taichi with him. And Taichi couldn't help wondering why the blonde's presence was sending strange, fluttery chills crawling through the nerves on his back...
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~August 29, 2002~
" Boys, are you ready?"
They nodded in unison in such a way that it was obvious they had practiced their sync over and over again, and were so serious about one song that they refused to speak 24 hours before their performance in order to save their voice.
Takeru handed a tape recording of his song to the teacher, along with the lyrics (romanized and English). He walked over to the person sitting in one of the front desks and handed her a stack of papers, letting her catch the drift to hand them to the others, and then followed the others to the front of the class. They had a group huddle (which meant Daisuke bringing Takeru and Ken's foreheads close to his), turning their back towards the class. The teacher wondered what the huddle was for, but she was fascinated more with the way they were handling everything. All of the past students who had chosen the song project had griped about it the entire way, yet she heard not a single peep from this batch.
After a while, the huddle split apart and Takeru took a step forward, announcing, " Hey, I'm TK, that's Davis, and over there's Ken, and we'll be singing a song composition that --we-- came up with, called 'Focus.' Unfortunately, this song is in Japanese, but you should have a copy of the English translation in front of you." He glanced over at several of the desks and then at the girl he gave the stack to, who gave him a wink.
Snorting softly to himself, Takeru closed his eyes and started humming a low note. Daisuke followed, his own pitch higher. Ken finished the chord quickly, and they opened their mouths to project a bit further. And then, Takeru began with his first verse solo...
~I realize that I'm looking at you
As you stand obliquely
Is the focus of your heart
On me?
We've been together since we were small
When you ran and fell down, I always laughed
Even though we're still not adults, we've ran
A long way from that time
If you don't realize it, that's good
I'm worried about you
The you who only used to cry
Is now standing in the light
Who is the focus of your heart on?
I only want
To know that
No matter how much I stretched, I couldn't reach it
The door of that day is opening now
There were a lot of things I really wanted to tell you
But I couldn't say them well
Even though we could only be protected
The one I want to protect is...
I realize that I'm looking at you
As you stand obliquely
Is the focus of your heart
On me? I just
Want to hear that
The you who only used to cry
Is now standing in the light
Who is the focus of your heart on?
I only want
To know that...~
And then there was silence in the classroom, nobody daring to make the first noise, nobody daring to move. Those who had heard the song were simply stunned by the last spoken lyrics and the song itself... and those who had actually read the translations were even more impressed by the lyric writing. The ring of the harmony, the flow of the words, the excess emotion exerted...
The teacher glanced down at her grade sheet, noticing the pencil in her hand had somehow written a question mark next to the extra credit box. And she also noticed that her hand was shaking, trembling like a frozen mouse. This was BEYOND extra credit...
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Tsuzuku...
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Yeah, Focus! Gotta luv that song ^_^ I was almost going to use Butterfly, but then realized how overused that song is (I think I've read at least 3 Taito fics where that song served the EXACT same purpose, Yamato singing it at one of his concerts to announce his love to Taichi, hehe), but I still wanted one that sounded lovey, and this was the first one I could remember at the top of my head that sounded romantic! Anyhow, if you haven't heard it, GET it! It's not all slow and mushy like those other American love songs, it's kinda like Butterfly, fast paced and... tuneful! Is that a word?
Kakoi-Cool
I'll probably be using Japanese less often, but you can naturally presume that they Bish-Boys are speaking in Japanese when they're alone.. I only use Japanese when it REALLY sounds better, and to me, that's not often ^^;; It's not that I dislike the Japanese (anything but!), but it's just awkward fitting it with English at most times, it's a language that should go along with its own language ^^;;
This chapter's a bit longer than the other ones because I thought it lacked Yaoi-ness... I'll get to it soon, I hope! It depends on my mood and your reviews...
" Is it a guy?" actually happened in my orchestra! There's a lot of other interesting things that happened in various classes (mainly orchestra), most of them a heck of a lot more perverted ~_^ It's a LOT of fun tying in my real life into these fics if you haven't noticed already! Maybe that's what makes my Livejournal interesting... hm! J/k ^^;;
" I wonder what he's doing now, Yamato..."- For any of you who read the "Lost Star" Doujinshi, does this sound familiar? ~_^
Who saw the cello-playing Tai coming?
Matt: *raises his hand*
Don't try to flatter me, Yama *whacks away* Here's some candy for your eye: http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito/pics/taicello.htm
Splash
Couldn't help the mindless ranting in her notes again... -_- sigh...
http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito