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Precious Things

Chapter 1: Coffee Fiend

By: ChaoticSpecter

Disclaimer: I
don�t own Digimon.

A/N: The song
used is �Precious Things� by Tori Amos. This
fic contains Shonen Ai. If uncomfortable with relationships between males
please hit the back button on your browser. Everyone else, enjoy.

~�~ Indicates song lyrics

~These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their
hold over me~

I�d
been living in Tokyo for two years before I decided that I liked the city
enough to get a more stable place to stay--Living in a motel room isn�t the
ideal place to stay when you decide that you want to make a home. Which is why
I was currently carting boxes up the stairs into the apartment that I settled
on.

I
sighed. Six cities in five years. How is it that it�s taken you five years to
find a stable place to stay Taichi? Asking myself questions will get me
nowhere. Besides I have too much work to do.

I
slumped onto the couch and surveyed the apartment heaving a sigh at all of the
unpacking I would have to do. �Looks like I won�t be getting any sleep this
weekend,� I mumbled under my breath.

I was
halfway through unpacking my kitchen when someone knocked on the door. This was
weird because I had yet to meet anyone in the building. And even if I did I
sure ell ell wouldn�t invite them over.

When I opened the door I came face
to face with a tall thin young man with blonde hair and innocent blue eyes.
�Hello, my name is Takaishi Takeru,� he said cheerfully.

�Uh�Yagami
Taichi��I replied a bit uncertainly. I was unused to such cheerfulness. Quite
frankly it weirded me out. How the hell some people were able to walk around
all day all cheerful with or without the aid of caffeine baffled me. They were
like pod people. I was certain that they were trying to absorb me into their
little cult of happiness every time one of them walked up to me. I really don�t
like happy people--As if you couldn�t tell.

What I
wanted to know was why this particular pod person had migrated toward my door
to disturb me. The sooner I figured out why he was here, the sooner he could
leave. �What exactly is it that you want?� I asked.

�Oh�I
live next door to you,� he said pointing out the apartment to the left of my
door. �My brother mentioned that someone moved in today and I wanted to
introduce myself. You know, so you can know at least one of your neighbors.�

�Ok��

�So,
how are you?�

I don�t
believe this guy. Why is he trying to start a useless conversation when I am
obviously trying to unpack? But happy people don�t just go away if you don�t
talk to them--they�ll just talk anyway.

�I�m a
bit tired from all the unpacking,� I say hoping he takes the hint and leaves.

�Well,
I guess I�ll let you get back to your unpacking. It was nice meeting you.�

�Yeah�You
too,� I say trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

�If you need anything feel free to
stop by my place.� He said as he walked out of my apartment.

Yeah,
I�m sure I�ll do that, you perky little pod child.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

I ran
into freak boy a few more times during the past couple of months, but I never
had more than a couple five-minute conversations with him. I don�t know why he
was so persistent when it came to talking to me. It really wasn�t that serious
and I never really paid attention to what he said anyway. I think that was
obvious--then again maybe it wasn�t. The people at work seem to think that I
listen to them also because they never stop running their mouths when they see
me. I swear this must be some kind of a curse; Being constantly pursued by
people that I hate. And I can�t limit the hating to happy people--That would
not adequately describe the depths of my hate. I don�t discriminate; I hate all
people in general.

There
was a reason behind that long-winded speech. And that reason is that I actually
took Takeru up on his offer. The offer to go over to his place if I needed
anything that is. And the something that I ended up needing from him was sugar.

I woke
up at five thirty in the morning in serious need of a cup of coffee, so I
hauled my lazy ass out of bed and went to the kitchen to fire up the coffeepot
and watch it percolate. During that time I was fairly dancing with glee--God
how I love coffee. When the pot was full I poured myself a big mug and set
about finding my sugar, which was mysteriously missing in action. That was so
unacceptable.

I could
not find any sugar in my fucking apartment, so I decided to go over to this
Takeru person�s apartment around six o�clock out of sheer desperation. I don�t
know how, but I managed to buy all of the coffee in the world-- Well in this
section of Tokyo at least--And no sugar.

How
dumb am I?

I
cannot stand the taste of coffee without sugar. I might as well have shot
myself right then because there was no way I could make it through day day
without coffee.

I know
I�m addicted. It�s kind of hard not to notice this type of thing when all you
seem to drink throughout the day is coffee. I swear I can down at least fifty
cups a day mixed in with various other liquids. If left unhindered�Actually I�m
afraid of that thought.

But
getting back to the point. I went over to Takeru�s apartment because it was the
only logical place to get sugar at the time--Well, in my sleep deprived
coffee-addicted mind. I could have just gone down the street to the corner
store it was open at the time. But that�s beside the point.

So I
went over to Takeru�s and requested sugar from him as soon as he opened the
door all bleary-eyed. And as soon as he realized who I was he shuffled me into
his apartment and struck up a conversation. I am still amazed at how he did
that. I mean it takes talent to have a conversation as long as he did while all
I did was grunt and give one word replies once in a while.

He had
been talking for about half an hour before I noticed the time; He had begun to
encroach on the time I used to get ready for work--I usually had ten cups of
coffee by that time. It was at that point that I realized that he had yet to
produce the sugar I had previously requested and ceased to be amused by his
conversational skills.

No one
fucks with my intake of coffee.

�So�Are
ya gonna give me some sugar or what?� I snapped breaking his constant stream of
chatter. He blinked at me as if confused for a while and I just raised an
eyebrow at him. He then suddenly turned and produced a monstrous bag of sugar
and poured a generous amount into a huge empty cookie jar. He went to hand it
to me, but stopped.

I
previously had little hearts in my eyes because he was producing the sugar I so
desperately needed. Needless to say, these hearts disappeared as soon as he
refused to give it to me.

�Taichi�?�

�What?�
I snapped. How dare he withhold sugar from me?

�I was
wondering�� He stopped again.

I don�t
have time for this. �Why don�t you just ask your question instead of drawing it
out?�

�Um�Are
you seeing anybody?�

I just
stared at him. He couldn�t possibly be asking me out�could he?

Takeru
apparently picked up on my line of thought because he began to hurriedly
explain the reason for his question. �Uh�I�m not asking you to go out with me
if that�s what you think.� He managed to turn an interesting shade of red while
saying this. I stared fascinated. �I was just asking because I was looking for
someone for my brother to take out--He doesn�t get out that often. And I was
wondering if you could do that for me as a favor in exchange for the sugar.�

I
blinked at him. �You have a brother?� I asked dumbly.

Takeru
glared. �I�ve only been talking about him since you came.�

�Look
Takeru, I�m sorry if I haven�t been paying that much attention. I�m not that
coherent without coffee in my system.�

�So are
you going out with my brother or what?�

�Can I
have the sugar if I don�t?�

�No.�

�Damn
it.� I muttered under my breath. Blackmailed over the very substance I adore.
�How does this brother of yours look? He isn�t ugly is he?�

Takeru
glared. �If you believe me to be.�

�What
the hell does that mean?�

�Do you
think I�m ugly, Taichi?�

What
the fuck does this have to do with anything? �Well, no.�

�Then
my brother isn�t ugly.�

�That
was all you had to say little girl.�

�Do you
want your sugar or not?!� He snapped.

�Fine.
Your brother can take me out.�
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