Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Walking of the Edge of Friendship ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Gyah...I had this chapter like 2/3 of the way done, and then my keyboard (as in musical, not computer. >.>) fell on the safety strip that my computer is plugged into, turning it off, and destroying my unsaved work. So I have to write it over. >.> It's not fair!! *sniffles* Ok, I'm done whining. Off to the story now.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON GOD DAMN IT!! SO DON'T SUE MEH!!! ...'Nuff said.
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Dais uke sighed. "Takeru," he whispered the word to himself. Why do you hide behind that cheerful mask? It's like you're two different people. But maybe that's what makes you so interesting. No matter how much you tell of a story, with you, there's always so much more. Maybe that's why I was drawn to you in the first place, not romantically of course, but in a different way. I never realized how much of myself I was hiding from the world, not to mention myself, until I really got to know you. Not that I've really shown those things to anyone else, but at least now I know why I used to feel so empty. Sometimes I wish I could put eyeholes in my mask the way you have. Even if you don't say anything, or act differently, anyone can see what's reeling through your mind through those eyes. You eyes..yes...that's what really drew me to you. Your innocent, all telling eyes. No matter how well you hide something with your actions, you can see any and every emotion and thought in them. Before his thoughts could ramble on anymore, Takeru had set the piping hot pizza box on his head.
"OWWW!!!!!" Daisuke's eyes went wild and fell off the bed.
Takeru lost his balance, he was laughing too hard to stand up. "Oh man, that was priceless! You get that on film Yamato?"
"Yup," came the answer from the hallway, as its owner walked back to his own room.
"Damn you," Daisuke hissed. He had half a mind to throw the pizza box at Takeru. "You're lucky that this box isn't going to make contact with your head."
Takeru sat up and raised an eyebrow. "If you're not going to maim we with a pizza box, then what?"
"Let's have a contest."
"What kind of contest?"
"An eating one."
"Great..."
"Whoever eats their half of the pizza first wins!"
"And the loser?"
"The loser has to spill whatever's on their mind. In detail."
"You're on!" Takeru stood up and picked the somewhat abused looking pizza box up off the bed. "I hope it's still edible."
"Jun and I have mutilated pizza boxes beyond recognition and still eaten the contents. Don't worry."
"If you say so.."
Daisuke took the box from Takeru and opened it. The contents were little squished looking, but recognizable. "Ok, which half do you want?"
"The least mutilated one."
"Whatever. Alright, on your mark, get set," He paused. "And go!"
They both started eating at lightning speed, Daisuke eating much faster than Takeru. Damn it, he thought. There is no way in hell I'm telling him about that dream.
"I win!" Daisuke did a little victory dance, and then turned to Takeru, "Now spill."
"I.." Takeru looked away. "...I can't."
"But you agreed to the contest!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. I don't even want to think about it."
"That bad, huh?"
"Worse."
"Wow. Forget it then," Daisuke paused. "Whatever it is, now isn't the time to talk about it, huh?"
"You could say that," Takeru sighed. "It would freak you out anyways."
"As curious as I am," Daisuke murmured, looking down. "I'm not going to force you tell me something you aren't ready to talk about."
Takeru glanced back at his friend, his eyes prying at the other pair. "You know how you were saying that I'm to good to you?"
"Yeah...why? Am I doing the same things you were?"
"In a sense..." Takeru turned his head back to face Daisuke, smiling and blushing a bit across his nose. "You're just not as confortable doing those kinds of things as I am. I've done that type of stuff my entire life, and you're just now learning how to."
"I'm just glad we don't argue the way Taichi and Yamato do."
"Yeah."

-----Back in Yamato's room...-----

"Hey, It actually looks like a room!"
"Shut up, Taichi."
"Oh well," Taichi grinned slinging his arm around Yamato's shoulders. "Who gets the bed? Me? You? Both?" He snickered.
"Not funny," Yamato picked the arm up off of his shoulders and calmly dropped it. "And the bed is mine."
"Geez," Taichi inspected his arm to see if there was something wrong with it. "I wouldn't do that!"
"How do I know that you're not lying?" Yamato challenged. "One never knows with you."
"I don't think I'm ready to do that," Taichi retorted, a bit appalled. "I can't even bring myself to kiss you!" He immediately turned away, angry at himself for saying all that.
Yamato's expression softened a bit, but he decided to keep the argument hot. "You can't bring yourself to kiss me, but you have no problem groping me. I think that's enough for me to doubt you!"
"Why you.."Taichi turned sharply, and before he realized what he was doing, he had slapped Yamato across the face. "...You don't even trust me.."
Yamato slowly put a hand up to the red mark on his cheek. "Taichi.."
"Don't 'Taichi' me!" Taichi hissed, turning away once more, his eyes stinging and moist. "Is that really how much you trust me? Do you really think I would do something like that?"
"...I didn't mean it." Yamato looked down to one side wearing a pained expression. "And I wouldn't have even started this damn argument if I had known you felt that way..."
"I didn't feel this way until you said those things!"
"Somehow I doubt that. And I was wrong about one never knowing with you. That only goes so far."
"Is..is this how it's always going to be between us? Always bickering?" Taichi bit his lip. Bickering. That's exactly what it is. Pointless bickering. We always end up this way. Someone always says something that makes the other fly off the handle, and we bicker. Sometimes it's fun; sometimes it's not. Right now, it's worse than not. Sometimes I don't know how it is we can stay so close to one another. I wish things weren't so tense between us right now. I shouldn't have told him how I felt. He wasn't ready to hear it, and it only made things worse between us. I hate myself. The words began repeating in his mind, filling his thoughts.
"Taichi? earth to Taichi."
"...Sorry."
"I'm the one who should be sorry. I started this stupid bickering match."
"...I'm the one who should be sorry."
"Taichi I'm the one who started it.."
"No you're not. I'm the one who got us into this sorry mess...I'm the one who couldn't keep his mouth shut!"
"Taichi.."
"...Just forget I ever told you that."
"There's no way i could ever do that."
"And why not?"
"Because like it or not, it's still nice to know that someone feels that way about me."
Taichi glanced over his shoulder at Yamato. "You're making it harder on me."
"..."
"Sometimes I swear you want me to pin you down and beat ya!"
"Beat me?" Yamato raised an eyebrow. "When have you actually beat me, rather than groped me?"
"Plenty of times! And it's not like you've ever complained! Last time you went as far as to say you enjoyed it!"
"So what if I did!"
"A straight man wouldn't say he enjoyed being groped by another man."
"Whatever," Yamato sent an angry glare at the direction of the wall. "At least I'm not the resident pervert."
"Oh, so not only do you not trust me, but you also think I'm a pervert?" He walked behind Yamato and pushed him onto the floor. "You asked for it!"
"Ow," Yamato sat up and shook his head. Before he could get his bearings, he felt Taichi's weight falling on him and a set of arms around him. When he finally got his bearings, the first thing he felt was pain; the second was the shape of Taichi's privates pressing into the small of his back. He let out a startled noise, which only made Taichi press harder. He half wanted to turn onto his back, to feel the pressure bore into his front, rather than his back. The other half of his mind wanted him to spring up with enough force to angrily push Taichi off of him. Taichi let a sadistic grin curl his lips as he heard Yamato groan, mostly from pain, but little bit from unwelcomed pleasure. When Taichi could sustain the pressure no longer, he let himself fall limp onto Yamato's back, his head next to Yamato's, eyes closed, sweat running down his temples. The first to speak was Yamato, his mind still a blur from the last few minutes.
"..Why'd you stop?"
Taichi's eyes went wide as he blinked a couple times. Yamato clasped his hands over his mouth, turning his head away from Taichi's to hide his reddening face. Taichi cocked an eyebrow, as a cocky grin spread across his face. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
"..Shut up."
"Admit it. You enjoyed that more than anything you've ever done with any girl."
"..So what if I did."
"...I would say that puts you into the category of homosexual."
"Taichi.."
"Hai?"
"...Go to hell."
"Already have. Satan was too busy with Sadam Hussein to deal with me though."
"You've been watching way too much South Park."
"I know."
"Can you get off me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't feel like it."
Yamato turned his head to face Taichi, his cheeks still pink, and sent a death glare at him. "I'll cut your hair off during the night if you don't get the hell off of me right now!"
"Noo..not the hair!"
"Then get off!"
Taichi reluctantly pulled himself off of Yamato, smacking his ass as he rolled off.
"Ow!"
"Like you didn't like that!"
"...Shut up."
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A/N: Man, that turned out way longer than it did the first time (not that that's a bad thing)! Anyways, tell me how ya liked the limey scene. I think Ken is gonna make his appearance in the next chapter (kensuke ahead?). Oh man I just got a very perverse story idea involving Puppetmon...Sayonara...