Warning: contains yaoi! If you don’t know what yaoi is, don’t ask,
and definitely don’t read unless you’re comfortable with two boys
scampering over each other. Regular disclaimers apply; I don’t own the
characters, but I wish I did. Inspired by the wunnerful Talya
Firedancer’s Gwing fic; I think you’ll know which one when you read it.
(hint: it’s the prequel to “Oh, Wilt Thou Leave Me So Unsatisfied?”)
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Punch, Anyone?
by Nintai
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“…and then she says, ‘but it is your dog!’”
The group bursts laughing uncontrollably. I pound on the table, tears
streaming down my face as I try to control my laughter.
“Man, that was a good one, Yama-kun!” Taichi holds his stomach as soon
as he gets his breath back, still snickering. Yamato looks pleased
with his effects and drains his punch. “Here, have another glass,”
Taichi offers and refills the cup to the brim.
To my left, Mimi and Sora are leaning on each other, giggling their
heads off. Even Koushiro is snickering to my right, which strikes me
as a bit odd, but I ignore it and concentrate on stopping my eyes from
watering.
Taichi watches Yamato take a drink of his punch, then turns back to the
table with bright eyes. “So, anyone else know any more good stories?”
It’s nighttime. Hikari, Takeru, and the digimon are upstairs in this
mansion we’ve stumbled across, out like lights. The other DigiDestined
and I are sitting at a table, obviously, telling jokes and other
stories and just having a good time in general. Our plates and
chopsticks sit discarded in front of us, but the bowl of oddly flavored
punch in the middle of the table is still half-full, so I reach for the
dipper and pour some into Kourshiro’s glass. He thanks me cheerfully
and sips at it. His laptop is set aside for once, although music
blares from its speakers; it’s a nice change to have him pay attention
to others.
Sora perks up. “Hey, has anybody heard that one about the atheist and
the Loch-Ness Monster?” she says.
The groups goes quiet. I rack my brains for any jokes, but can think
of none after Yamato’s last mind-blowing story. Koushiro shifts next
to me and mumbles something about Newton, apples, and pantries.
“Sorry, I’m fresh outta jokes,” I say, glancing down at him.
“Well, how about my first kiss?” Mimi suggests. I see Yamato open his
mouth to protest, but Taichi pounces on the opening and cuts in.
“Sure, go right ahead!” he says encouragingly. There’s something
nagging me about his genki behavior tonight, but I can’t put my finger
on it. I never would have figured him to be interested in kissing,
though. Yamato closes his mouth in resignation and tosses back his
punch. I absent-mindedly notice Taichi refilling the glass; it seems
to be an automatic action for him.
“Well, it was really embarrassing. I was like supposed to go on a date
with this total player, but he was completely late so I ended up
walking to his house to check up on him. When I got there, he’d just
gotten out of the shower, and he was soooo cute, but it was like
totally obvious that he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet, because his
breath smelled like tuna fish. But he apologized for being late and we
got in the car and he drove-”
“Your boyfriend was driving?” Sora interrupts, surprised. Mimi pauses.
“Well, yeah, he had a motorbike, and he was three years older than me.
But anyway, we got to the beach and go for a walk, and all of a sudden
he’s all over me! Can you believe the nerve? He was quoting all these
lines from a movie and pretending he was like all suave and everything,
and was practically groping me.” Yamato snickers but is ignored. “And
then came the worst part! Just as I was insisting that he take me
home, he like leaned over me and tried to kiss me! He smelled so much
like tuna fish that I nearly passed out right then and there.”
Sora laughs, and I have to smile, thinking of my first kiss with
Kou-chan. Kou-chan… wait, why is he leaning against me like that? I
feel my cheeks heat up and nudge him. He responds with a soft snore.
He’s asleep?
Oh well.
Dimly I realize that Taichi is talking, and focus my attention back on
him. He’s grinning at Mimi’s story and refilling Yamato’s cup. Geez,
how many glasses is that tonight? I think I’ve lost count.
“Anyone else have a first kiss story?” he asks, looking around the
room. I shrink back, not wanting to be chosen, but his eyes stop on
Yamato as he passes the blonde his glass, and his face lights up.
“Hey, Yama-kun! Tell us about your first kiss!”
Sora and Mimi look up. I look up. Heck, everyone is watching Yamato,
although Taichi looks the most intent.
Suddenly, Yamato blushes.
As we gawk, he mumbles something unintelligible and ducks his head.
“What was that?” Taichi pokes him. He mumbles louder. “We can’t hear
you!” our brunette leader sings-songs, slinging an arm around the
blonde’s shoulders.
Yamato jerks his head up to glare at him and yells, “I said I’VE NEVER
BEEN KISSED!” Then he flushes deeper and seizes his punch, taking a
large swig to ignore the sudden silence.
Taichi nearly falls off his chair from the force of the yell, and Mimi
and Sora almost do the same, although from shock. My head is spinning,
though, and the noise hurts. I grab my punch and take a quick gulp; it
helps, strangely enough.
Taichi recovers his balance quickly. “You’ve never been kissed?” he
repeats, and his sudden grin is happier than he has the right to be.
“Well, we can fix that right now!” He places his hand on Yamato’s
shoulder, who turns to glare at him with angry sapphire eyes, but
Taichi just smiles back, definitely happy. I blink as the glare fades
to replaced with a confused expression as Taichi nudges the punch
toward him.
“I’ll kiss you,” Sora volunteers, causing Yamato to shrink into his
chair and look at her in horror. Even Taichi winces; I guess Sora
isn’t exactly the person he has in mind. Poor Yamato-kun.
Mimi frowns at Sora and stands up. “But I want to be Yamato’s first
kiss!” As I watch the argument with growing concern, I notice a
movement from the corner of my eye, but dismiss it to focus on the
fight.
Sora frowns right back and stands as well. “No, you don’t! I’m going
to kiss him first!”
I decide that it’s about time to break it up. “Uh, girls, can’t we
talk about this reasonably?” They ignore me.
“No way!”
“Yes way! He’s mine!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
“No! Wait, ye-”
“Hah!”
“Why, you--!”
Poor guy, I think again. “This is all your fault, you know,” I say for
the first time tonight, turning to speak to Taichi. But he isn’t
there. “Taichi?” I blink at the empty chair next to me, then notice
that somehow Yamato is missing too. “Yamato? Taichi?” I can hear the
concern growing in my voice. “Hey, girls,” I ask, shifting Koushiro
off me and rising from my chair, “do you know whe-”
I catch a glimpse of blue and green moving on the floor and freeze in
disbelief.
“Uh, Mimi, Sora?” I ask carefully as a hundred tiny things click into
place. “I don’t think the choice is yours anymore.”
They turn with angry expressions, then stop.
And stare.
I can see Mimi’s mouth working, but no sound comes out. Sora looks
like she’s been blindsided by a flying Piximon. Both girls’ eyes are
as round as saucers and half again as big.
“Oh,” Mimi finally manages. “Oh, my.”
“I could be wrong,” I say, eyeing the activity taking place on the
floor, “but this would probably be a good time to check up on the kids
and the digimon.” No one objects.
As calmly as possible, I gather up my sleeping Koushiro into my arms
and walk – no, sprint – toward the door, the girls only a few steps
ahead of me, and none too soon. Just as I pass through, a pair of
goggles whiz by my head, quickly followed by a sleeveless green shirt
and something that I don’t even want to think about. At least, not
until Koushiro’s sixteenth birthday.
I slam the door shut and turned around to face Mimi and Sora, who look
at me back with wide eyes as Yamato’s muffled cries and a series of
questionable thumps reach our ears.
“You know,” I remark as casually as I can, “if Taichi felt that way
about Yamato’s first kiss, he could have just said so.”
