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Precious Things	By : ChaoticSpecter Category: Digimon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Precious Things

Chapter 3a: Jealousy

By: ChaoticSpecter

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Digimon.

A/N: This fic contains Shonen Ai. If you are
uncomfortable with male/male relationships please hit the back button on your browser.
Everyone that remains, enjoy. Also, I would like to thank all of you who
reviewed. I appreciate you taking the time to tell me what you think about my
little fic. I also want to give special thanks to Anime Writer2 for betaing
this for me.

~�~ Indicates song lyrics

I can�t
believe this. Yamato is such a fucking bastard. How dare he let that stupid
bitch cling to him like that when he came here with me? I�m supposed to be his boyfriend, I�m supposed to be the only one with the right to touch him.

But I
suppose that Yamato had other ideas because he was currently sporting a ditzy
little scantily clad female on his arm--And
he was letting the bitch feel him up. I could just march right over there and
rip all the hair right off her head. The fact that she was hanging all over my Yamato like she owned him was more
than enough of a reason for me to do this. But her hair was offending my eyes
as well; it was way too blonde for it to be natural--Like she kept trying to
convince everyone.

~I remember

Yes in my peach party dress

No one dared

No one cared~

And
Yamato�I could really kill him right now. I know she�s attractive and I know
that she practically threw herself at him when she came in, bhat hat does not
mean that he had to let her molest him the way she was--He was letting
her for Christ�s sake.

~To tell me where the pretty girls are

Those Demi Gods

With their nine-inch nails~

And if
that wasn�t enough, Yamato has been ignoring me ever since she molecularly
bonded herself to his arm. He has been acting like I don�t exist--I really hate
that woman. Yamato never ignores me.
And then she shows up and all of a sudden I�m history. I guess that Yamato and
I aren�t together anymore.

That thought hurt more than I
thought it would. And the fact that it happened so quickly and over that
fucking woman�

~And little fascist panties tucked

Inside
the heart of every nice girl~

I looked over where Yamato stood
with that stick figure and was flooded with rage. Anger burned through my veins,
waves washing over me with every heartbeat. I would not loose Yamato to some
fucking stick figure!

~These precious things

Let
them bleed~

That woman was pissing me off on so
many levels right now. I could just kill her for all she has done to me. First
she throws herself at Yamato refusing to acknowledge that he and I are here
together, then she feels him up right in front of everyone, and if that wasn�t
enough, Yamato was ignoring me. Oh, that bitch was going to pay. I don�t think
that I have ever been so angry before in my life.

I started pushing my way toward
Yamato--With the intention of murdering the presumptuous woman on his arm--When
he spotted me halfway to my destination and relief flooded his features. I
stopped; all the rage I was feeling being replaced by confusion.

~Let them was away~

�Taichi,�
he called a slight twinge of desperation in his voice. I cocked my head to the
side confused and Yamato threw me a pleading look. I went to him my curiosity
tweaked. What could possibly cause Yamato distress? I don�t know, but whatever
it was would be dealt with by me.

When I finally reached Yamato, the
bimbo on his arm turned to me and smiled. �Are you one of Yamato�s friends?�
She asked as she ran a hand across his chest.

Anger flared within me once again
and I glared at her. How dare she touch Yamato like that right in front of me?!

~These precious things

Let
them break~

I snatched the hand she had on
Yamato�s chest away from him. �No, I am not one of Yamato�s friends,� I growled
�I�m his boyfriend,� I finished as I pulled her arm with enough force to get
her to let Yamato go.

She stared at me in open-mouthed
shock before finally stammering a reply. �Y-You�re Yamato�s boyfriend?�

�What�s the matter, you didn�t
understand it when I said it the first time?� I snapped.
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