Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Snowfall ❯ Unexpected Snowfall ( One-Shot )

Birthday gift for Libek, because!

Unexpected Snowfall

Snow was falling outside. Yamato stood in his living room staring out the window sadly. He was home alone on New Years Eve again. Dressed in his nicest kimono, he was going to go to the local shrine, until his father had called.

'Of course we'd get a blizzard on New Years Eve,' Yamato thought, frowning at the storm outside. 'There's no way I can make it to the shrine now, especially on foot.' He sighed and sat down in front of the television, turning it on to the news, hoping for some information on the weather.

"-stay inside, we don't suggest driving anywhere as the roads have become slick with ice in just the last hour. The storm should last until tomorrow morning, when the clouds should break just in time to see the New Year sunrise. You can see on our weather map-"

Yamato shut off the TV, his frown not lifting. The storm had come suddenly, leaving his father abandoned at work for the night, ruining their plans to go to the shrine together. Takeru had called earlier to let him know their mother wouldn't let him go out in this kind of weather, so he couldn't come either. Yamato understood. It was too dangerous to go out in the storm, but that didn't mean he wasn't lonely.

His father had promised earlier that week that they'd finally get a holiday together. Yamato cursed himself for getting his hopes up. It wasn't his father's fault the storm struck so suddenly, but it was still disappointing. Anyway, he should have been getting used to this. The past few years Yamato had regularly spent New Years alone. He'd learned long ago that it was preferable to the awkwardness of trying to spend it with his mother. Last year, however...

Last year had been hard. The New Year was the perfect time to start fresh, or so he'd thought. The New Year was the perfect time to let everyone know about him. It hadn't gone over as well as he'd have liked. Of course, his closest friends were fine with it, but his band members hadn't reacted as well as he'd wanted. They'd almost lost their lead guitarist over arguments about keeping Yamato's 'identity' a secret.

They'd finally decided to go public. "After all," as Mimi later said, "what sells better than a cute gay boy?"

Yamato chuckled and shook his head. Yes, things had worked out fine, as they always did. But at New Years he hadn't known they would. Last New Years Eve he'd spent the night alone, watching television and crying. His father had been at work. His mother had taken Takeru to visit their Grandmother, and all of his friends were with their families. Yamato hadn't felt so alone in years. The entire night he spent wondering if his sudden announcement to his friends had been the wrong thing to do.

Yamato shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself, remembering. Alone, he'd spent the evening much like this, in the dark, staring out the window. Last year it hadn't snowed. He thought about going to the shrine, but at the time he was afraid of going out. The thought of running into someone he knew - someone that may have heard about him - terrified him too much.

Of course when he returned to school after winter vacation was over, things were the same as always. Yamato smiled, remembering what a relief it was when his friends all greeted him and asked how his vacation had been. No one threw things at him, no one attacked him, and only a few snide comments could be heard as he walked down the hall. All in all it was better than he had expected it to be.

Chuckling, Yamato ran a hand through his hair, relaxing back into his chair. He remembered the way that had ended abruptly. One morning he walked down the hall and heard a few people whispering just loud enough for him to hear as he passed. This had become the usual routine, so he ignored it. After his next class he expected the same treatment. Yet for the first time that week, there was nothing. No rude looks, no cruel jokes. Yamato couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Had everyone gotten sick of mocking him?

That's when he saw Taichi waiting at his locker with a smug grin and a black eye. Yamato smiled at the memory. He'd asked his friend what had happened, and Taichi just replied that he'd made sure no one would bother Yamato again, and could he get a date as thanks?

Yamato sighed. He wanted to call Taichi. The phones were working at least, and it would be nice to hear his boyfriend's voice. But he also knew that Taichi would be able to tell how upset he was. Taichi thought Yamato was spending the evening with his father. If he noticed Yamato's upset tone of voice, he'd come over to cheer him up, storm or no storm. The last thing Yamato wanted was for Taichi to freeze to death because of him.

Outside, the snow continued to fall. The sky was dark and overcast, and Yamato knew the usual fireworks would be put off because of the weather. That made him sad. 'Takeru and I used to sit on the balcony and watch the fireworks,' Yamato thought, watching the snow fall. For a long moment it was quiet.

The sudden loud knock on the door made Yamato jump. He stared uncomprehendingly at the entryway, wondering who would be coming over at this hour, in this sort of weather. The knock came again. Yamato stood and made his way to the front door, adjusting his kimono before opening it.

"Geez, it's cold out there!" Taichi stepped in the door, snow falling from his hair and coat. He stomped his boots a few times to get the snow off, and shivered. "What kinda weather is this for New Years, huh?" He grinned and brushed himself off. "You look good!"

Yamato stared blankly at him for a moment. "Taichi?"

"What kinda greeting is that?" Taichi shook himself off like a dog, snow falling from his hair in small flurries.

Yamato couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"I came all the way over here in the snow and you laugh at me?" Taichi grinned and grabbed Yamato's waist, pulled him into a kiss. A very cold, frozen kiss.

Yamato yelped and yanked away as soon as he could. "You're freezing!" Yamato brushed himself off, snow having fallen onto his kimono.

"Yeah, well, it's freezing outside! Don't I get something to warm me up?" Taichi waggled his eyebrows at Yamato suggestively.

Frowning, Yamato began unbuttoning Taichi's coat. "You're not even wearing a hat or gloves! What were you thinking going out like this? You could have frozen to death!" He hung the coat beside the front door and helped Taichi step out of his boots onto a dryer part of the floor. "Really, Taichi, what were you thinking?"

Taichi's grin faded slightly. "Takeru called and told me you were home alone."

"Oh," Yamato said, unsure of how to react. "I was fine, I-"

"He said if I didn't make sure you were okay he'd kill me." Taichi grinned. "I decided I could probably cheer you up better if I was here, instead of just calling you. And don't lecture me, or I'll think you don't appreciate it." He folded his arms and gave Yamato a grin. "What's done is done, now lets get some hot chocolate and a blanket for me before I freeze to death!"

"How did you get away from your family? I thought they didn't let you go out on New Years. Don't you all spend the holiday together?" Yamato smiled softly, walking to the kitchen to fetch Taichi some hot chocolate. He couldn't help the warm feeling that went through him. He knew that Taichi shouldn't have gone out in the snow, but he also knew saying that again wouldn't do any good. His boyfriend was stubborn, though well meaning, and Yamato couldn't say he didn't appreciate it.

"I told them it was a matter of life or death, and I whined at them for about two hours," Taichi said, wrapping his arms around Yamato from behind.

Yamato felt Taichi press against him and he smiled. "All that for me?"

"Well, y'know. I get to miss boring family time, too..." Taichi teased. "But I guess... yeah. For you. Mostly."

"I'm honored," Yamato said, chuckling. He poured some hot water from the kettle on the stove into the mug of cocoa, and turned to Taichi. "Hot chocolate, just how you like it."

Taichi kissed him on the tip of the nose before taking the mug, and headed to the living room. "It's really dumping out there, isn't it? Looks like I'll be spending the night." He settled onto the sofa.

"Will your parents mind?" Yamato sat down next to Taichi and pulled an fleece blanket off of the back of the couch to cover them with.

"Nah. Mom told me to stay so I didn't have to make the trip twice. Something about not getting myself killed." Taichi sipped the cocoa and the boys stared out the window quietly for a few minutes. "In a few days it's our anniversary, huh?" Taichi finally said softly.

"You actually remembered, I'm impressed." Yamato leaned his head against Taichi's shoulder. "It's been a year."

"Yeah. We should do something. You want to go somewhere fancy for dinner?"

"Mmm... we'll see," Yamato said, taking Taichi's mug from him to steal a sip of hot chocolate. "I'll think about it later."

Taichi wrapped an arm around Yamato's shoulders and grinned at him. "Y'know, we should stay up all night. That way we can watch the sun rise! It's traditional, right?"

"It is," Yamato said, smiling. "Are you sure you're not too tired?"

"Me? It's you who I'm worried about. I can stay up for days if I have to!" Taichi sat the empty mug onto the coffee table and smirked. "Sure you can keep up with me?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"It might be."

Wiping a bit of chocolate from the corner of Taichi's mouth with his thumb, Yamato smiled. "You'd look more impressive if you didn't get food all over yourself when you ate."

"Hey, that's part of my charm!" Taichi glanced over at the clock and smiled. "It's midnight. Happy New Year, Yama." He leaned in and kissed Yamato gently, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.

When the clouds finally parted hours later and the sun began to rise, only one boy was awake to witness it. Taichi had fallen asleep long ago, his head resting in Yamato's lap. Yamato smiled and watched as the sky turned from dark blue to a bright display of oranges and yellows, the clouds in the sky only enhancing the usual sunrise colors. "This was a pretty good New Years after all," he thought, and settled back to sleep.