Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Internship ❯ Chapter 2: First Day On The Job ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: First Day On The Job

 

And yes, Yamato's band-mates are from DBZ. All rights reserved.

 

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Taichi sighed with grand exasperation, carelessly plopping himself down onto his mother's woefully worn turquoise plush sofa. He raked his slightly calloused hands through his perpetually disheveled head of gravity defying chocolate brown spikes, casting his twenty-one-year-old girlfriend a sour look.

 

Odaiba Community College's star soccer player had been reduced to watching the entire first season of Desperate Housewives for the past five hours. He had no other choice, being that Sora had her heart set on it.

 

And while he did try, rather ardently in fact, to persuade her out of wasting a beautiful afternoon in doors watching, as he termed it, `trash television'; she simply shook her head in decline.

 

The ginger-haired minx then proceeded to jut out her lower lip and assume the most heart-wrenching, plaintive expression possible; adding a soft but audible whimper to the mix.

 

It was then that twenty-two-year-old Taichi Yagami buckled like a new-born calf and sat himself back down onto the couch. He honestly needed to learn how to fight that.

 

And then, by the pure grace of the Heavenly Father, the front door of their apartment came swinging open. The auburn-haired couple glanced up curiously to see who had entered, a somewhat weary looking Hikari coming into view.

 

“Kari!” Taichi exclaimed loudly, happily snatching the remote off the coffee table and shutting the television off.

 

“How'd that internship go?”

 

The slight brunette eagerly set the massive stack of papers onto the said-coffee table before allowing herself to collapse onto a near-by recliner chair. She then absently kicked the shiny pair of black stilettos off her feet, propping them onto the near-by table.

 

“Not good, eh?” Sora questioned sympathetically, reaching over and handing a bowl full of freshly made popped corn to the tired girl.

 

Hikari waved a hand in decline, her fatigued mask giving way for a positively delighted one.

 

“Oh it went wonderful! They gave me the position, but my boss seems bipolar. She's all happy one minute that the ice princess the next.” The eighteen-year-old paused for a moment to roll her eyes, exasperated.

 

“My first boss was like that.” Taichi suddenly piped up, chuckling half-heartedly to himself in recollection.

 

“No Tai, your boss would just get upset every time she saw you.” Sora spout teasingly from his side, a mischievous grin tugging her lips.

 

The auburn-haired twenty-two-year-old jerked about to give his girlfriend a faintly hurt, though primarily embarrassed glare; face reddening slightly. His half-feigned expression of pain shifted into one of curious surprise, brows lifting in question.

 

He reached over a swiped the first paper atop the thick bundle that his sister had placed on the table, reading over its contents.

 

“You're going to go see Yamato's band?” Taichi inquired, gesturing towards the paper in his hands.

 

“I was assigned to photograph all the local bands, so I'm required to attend each show.” Hikari absently answered in return, gently massaging the sore from her feet.

 

She was never one for heels.

 

“Hey, what exactly do you wear to those kinds of shows?”

 

Taichi promptly settled back into the cushions of the sofa, giving his girlfriend an expectant look. Sora chuckled lightly at that, giving the male at her side a good nudge in the middle.

 

“Jeans and a shirt, nothing too fancy and you should definitely stick to sneakers. Just make sure it's comfortable, easy to walk in and nothing that you'd want to tear.” The ginger-haired female informed knowingly, taking a handful of salty popcorn and tossed it into her mouth.

 

Hikari nodded slightly, glancing at the clock situated above the television set; blanching. She released a tired sigh, lying prone in the chair for a moment before forcing herself onto her feet.

 

“I better get going before I'm late.” She announced, gathering her sheaf of papers before hunching back down to place a kiss onto Taichi's tanned cheek.

 

“See you later, Sora!”

 

“You too, Kari. Have fun!” The twenty-one-year-old female called in turn, giving a half-hearted wave to the departing girl.

 

As Sora turned back around, she was surprised to find her beau no where in sight; face puckering in confusion. She looked around for a moment, eyes widening slightly as she caught sight of him in the kitchen, phone receiver propped on his shoulder.

 

She sighed, head shaking tiredly.

 

“Just what are you doing, Tai?”

 

“Just giving Yamato a ring, to watch out for Kari.” He called over his shoulder, pounding the necessary numbers into the phone.

 

“Kari won't appreciate you calling in for a baby sister on her first job, Tai.” Sora admonished softly, grabbing the remote and absently clicking the television back on.

 

The twenty-two-year-old chose to ignore his girlfriend's wise comment, idly waiting for Yamato to pick up the phone.

 

“Hey man, it's me, Tai. I needa ask you a favor…”

 

-:-

 

Hikari tried her best to manage her way through the massive throng of teenagers, bodies slamming into her slight frame at all directions. What with the added ten bounds of camera equipment slung over her tiny shoulders and the maelstrom of concert-goers, the eighteen-year-old was lucky enough to even manage standing upright, let alone get across the room.

 

Then, quite suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms encircle around her slender waist and jerk out from the thrashing bedlam of people. Sudden warmth enveloped her whole being; a rich musky aroma that was so innately, potently virile filling her senses.

 

Her head of thick chestnut-brown tilted upward to see who had saved her from the utter chaos, finding an unruly mane of golden-yellow locks, spiking out in every possible direction and eerily reminding her of her brother's own head of hair.

 

“Yamato!” Hikari sighed in relief, turning about fully to face the older male.

 

“You should steer clear of mosh-pits, Kari.” The blonde-haired twenty-one-year-old replied, general concern and faint amusement etched across every inch of his deep azure blue eyes.

 

The brunette only nodded response, his arm tightening around her middle as he led her towards one of the far back corners of the room, designated specifically for The Wolves.

 

An unsettling large, both in size and stature, boy set aside the deep burgundy red guitar he was polishing; approaching the pair with a smug little grin. His hair was a soft lavender color, cropped short just above his ears with the perfectly straight strands sweeping over his eyes, which were a liquid blue shade.

 

He wore a tight muscle shirt of blood red with a pair of baggy black jean shorts, ending just at his knees. Despite his odd attire, the massive amounts of muscle the corded through his entire frame could not be hidden.

 

“Hey man, this one your girl of the week?” The lavender-haired male called in a teasing tone, nudging his chin upwards towards the auburn-haired girl at the blonde's side.

 

Hikari's felt her face burn at the comment, suddenly realizing that his arm was still in fact around her waist and could quiet easily give any bystander a wrong idea. Yamato himself, as usual, took the remark in stride; exchanging a rather complicated handshake with the other male.

 

“This is Tai's sister man.”

 

That simple statement caused the lavender-haired boy to stumble back in disbelief, his deep cerulean blue eyes widening in surprise. He promptly returned to his seat, head shaking, as he continued to polish the surface of his instrument.

 

Yamato gave a half-hearted chuckle at that, calling something crude to the male. He suddenly leaned over, his face hovering dangerously close over Hikari's own. The brunette swallowed heavily.

 

“That guys Trunks Briefs, he's does bass for the group.” He murmured softly, giving her one of his more charming smiles.

 

He lingered silent for a moment, staring at her with the most fascinated look in his eyes…almost as if he couldn't help himself before pulling his head back to full height. He continued to elaborate about that Trunks fellow; what school he attended, how old he was, that he was a spoiled prick who didn't know when to shut his mouth if his life depended on it (“Asshole!” Trunks screamed somewhere in the distance.)

 

They then came up to another boy, no older then twenty, who was ferociously slamming two thin wooden sticks against the thin surface of a rather expensive looking drum, a deep shimmering midnight blue color.

 

“Meet Goten Son!” Yamato howled over the roar of the drums, gesturing towards the male situated before them.

 

“In case you didn't notice, he's the drummer!”

 

He looked even stranger then the guy she had met earlier, outfitted in a baggy black shirt with `Rock On' written across the front in big bold white lettering and a pair of equally baggy black jeans encasing his lower half. His short-cropped hair was deep ebony black, his bangs spiking out in a fan-formation over his currently shut eyes.

 

He was violently throwing his head about side to side, eyes closed in the sheer euphoria as he lost himself in the moment.

 

Then, suddenly, he came to a stop. The sable-haired male careened dangerously to his left, head shaking gently as he tried his best to regain his equilibrium. Having gained some sense of his bearings, his eyes fluttered open to reveal a pair of deep coal black orbs.

 

He blinked several times, looking around and catching sight of the golden-haired lead-singer in the process. He grinned, rising to his feet and efficiently sending his beloved drum set to go tumbling down. Distinctively, both Hikari and Yamato jerked forward in an attempt to catch the falling instruments; landing in a labyrinthine mound.

 

“Aw my bad, dude!” Goten whined in a pained tone, dropping to his knees and slowly beginning to erect his fallen instruments back to their stands.

 

Hikari Yagami was in an awkward position, to say the least.

 

She was currently sprawled across the polished wooden floor of the Odaiba Senior Center, pinned to the said floor by Yamato Ishida. It wasn't the fact that their hips were practically pressed against each other, or the fact that their legs were intertwined like a woven sweater.

 

It was the fact that, for some unexplainable reason, she was enjoying it.

 

She wasn't supposed to enjoy this type of thing; she wasn't one of lust-driven females out for a quick romp with a golden-haired, blue-eyed heartthrob. Let alone the fact of all the tiny details that conflicted in this situation.

 

Aside from half the female populace of Odaiba running her out of the town; her brother would surely shed blood if he discovered her sudden…interest in his best friend. She just couldn't understand it. Granted she considered Yamato an undoubtedly good-looking guy, she had never imagined him that way. She just wasn't supposed to.

 

God, she sounded terribly clichéd.

 

Hikari released a heavy sigh, realizing she was more then probably over-analyzing this entire ordeal. This was only hormones talking.

 

The brunette was simply caught up in the atmosphere of it all; hundreds of people screaming, dancing, practically running around like complete and utter lunatics. It was exhilarating, uninhibited and so fun.

 

“Dude, better run! Taichi's here!”

 

Within an instant, Yamato was up and on his feet, glancing about frantically the hordes of people for that familiar head of spiking chocolate tresses. When he couldn't seem to find it, he cast a curious glance towards his lavender-haired band mate to find him laughing uproariously.

 

The golden-haired twenty-one-year-old scowled darkly; suddenly launching himself at the other male with full-force, a loud string of death threats spilling from his lips. They promptly landed across the ground, incessantly pounding and kicking at each other before Goten finally joined the skirmish.

 

Despite the violent exchanges; the trio of males seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly enough, laughing whole-heartedly.

 

All the while Hikari remained stretched across the floor; her heart drumming just as wildly as that dark-haired boy had beat his own drum.

 

She didn't find Yamato pressed against her incredibly erotic. She didn't think Yamato was flirting with her. Hell, he was a charmer, a flirt. He did that with every girl.

 

And for some strange reason, that last part bothered the eighteen-year-old to her core.

 

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So I updated rather late. So, it wasn't much of a good chapter. So, you are thoroughly disappointed.

 

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