A/N: *hugs Dana-chan* I hope you like your gift, Dana! This fic is based on a kawaii Jyoushiro pic on Dana-chan's site, Shadows Beyond Reality. I just loved that pic so much...I had to write a fic about it. Oh, and this is a GIFT to Dana. So, it cannot be posted anywhere else but FFN, my site, and Dana's.
Oh, and to all you arrogant FFN readers:I write Yaoi fics because I LIKE them. I am not trying to get people to believe that the male charecters of Digimon love each other. That is what I think. If you don't think that and like writing straight fics, that's FINE. I am not trying to push what I think about the Digimon love theory on other authors, like some asshole,prejudice, homaphobic, Nazi authors/people on FFN. I'm sorry for the last comment, but people who bash and think that gays are the scum of the earth are no better than Nazi's.
D/C: Well, Toei owns Digimon, Dana owns the pic, and I own the fic. *pauses* Hey, that rhymes!
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"He-ey good lookin'."
"Girl, you must be tired, because you have been running in my mind all day."
"I lost my phone number, can I have yours?"
These were the lame American pick-up lines that one has been reciving from numerous boys.
And it was all because of one skirt.
Now, any girl would be jumping up and down to find this one skirt that guys went gaa-gaa over.
Unless you weren't a girl.
And you happened to be wearing the skirt.
Now, no self-respecting boy would wear a skirt. Unless it was on a dare.
And all boys took any dares that were given to them, even smart boys who knew better.
Like Koushiro.
The dare, exactly? To wear the female school uniform instead of the male required uniform.
Now, Koushiro wouldn't have normally done this. He had enough common sense to know what a half-wit and stupid dare this was. But, some people tend to make stupid decisions when another person is clucking and chanting 'Chicken, chicken, chicken' in your face.
But, it wasn't nearly as humiliating as Koushiro thought it would be.
It was much, much more.
"Hey, Koushiro! Wait up!" He froze. Jyou. There was no way he would let Jyou see him like this. Unfortenetly, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Um, Koushiro? What are you-" Jyou didn't finish, as he was cut off by Koushiro.
"A skirt, alright!? I'm wearing a skirt! I'm doing on a dare! I am NOT a transvestite!" Koushiro cried, snapping from all eairlier comments and questions. Jyou backed away slightly.
"Sorry, um, if I offended you or anything-" Once again, Jyou got interrupted by Koushiro.
"No...I'm sorry...I shouldn't of have snapped at you like that...it's just it's been kind of embarrassing...a lot of people have been coming up and teasing me...I guess I took what you said the wrong way..." Koushiro said, staring at the ground.
"I understand...I mean, it must be embarrassing, uncomfterble, akward..." Jyou trailed off at Koushiro's glare.
"Not helping." Jyou sweatdropped.
"Er, sorry."
For some reason unknown to Koushiro, Jyou walked the rest of the way with him.
I hope no one else starts teasing Koushiro...he doesn't seem to like it...but than agian, who would? But, I don't like to see Koushiro upset, I really, really, don't...Unfortenetly, this whole period where Jyou stopped to think, Koushiro walked ahead...and into another teaser.
"Hey there, sweet cakes..." a tall, black haired boy teased, pinning Koushiro against a wall. Koushiro flushed, then sweatdropped.
Poor Koushiro...someone should do something. Jyou pited Koushiro silently. Well, why don't I do something? he thought, fingering his crest, which hung around his neck. But...what..?
"Hey!" he yelled, heading toward Koushiro and the taller boy. "Back off," he said, swallowing a lump in his throat and slinging an arm around Koushiro, "She's mine." The teaser look surprised, sputtered, then left. Jyou felt Koushiro's gaze on him as he slipped his arm off of Koushiro's. Koushiro looked away, then sat down on a nearby bench.
"I can't do this." he muttered, burying his head in his hands. "I can not do this." repeated, looking up at Jyou, his cheecks flushed. "I mean, I have pride. I'm not...chicking out." Jyou smiled, and dragged Koushiro up.
"Come on. I think I have a idea."
"You didn't have to do that, you know." Koushiro told Jyou, each boy walking home side by side, each boy wearing a skirt. Jyou smiled and took Koushiro's hand.
