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Chapter
5b: Changes
By
ChaoticSpecter
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon
A/N: This fic contains Shonen Ai.
If uncomfortable with male/male relationships, please press the back button on
your browser. All, who remain, enjoy. I would like to thank all of you that
took the time to review--It is greatly appreciated.
I quit my job this morning. My
boss tried everything to get me to stay, but I refused. Everyone who worked
there was sad to see me go and exchanged contact info with me. I didn’t think
that anyone would make a big deal about my leaving, but they did. They tried to
put together a going away party--I managed to diffuse that idea at the last
minute. The last thing I need is to be surrounded by a bunch of people I
associate with work.
I had to withstand constant
attacks by the girls all day. They kept hugging me and telling me how much they
were going to miss me, they evenagedaged to get me to agree to go to lunch with
them. They were always trying to get me to go to lunch with them.
It was this agreement that led
to my sitting in a restaurant surrounded by female employees being showered
with questions.
“So, why are you quitting, Tai?”
One of them asked.
There was no real way to avoid
the question so I answered it. “My boyfriend asked me to.”
“What?”
“And you just said yes?”
“Since when do you have a
boyfriend?”
I held up a hand to stop the
flow of questions. “Yes, I just said ‘yes’. I’ve been dating him for a year
now.”
“And you never told us anything?
That’s mean, Tai.” One of them whined. Thhershers nodded in agreement.
“Well, I didn’t think it
relevant to our job. And you are always telling me about your problems, so…it
never came up.”
“You’ve been together a year and
you’ve never said his name. What is his name by the way?”
“His name is…” I looked up at
the man that walked through the door and nearly died, it was none other than
Yamato. I just stared at him wondering why he was here.
“Tai, what’s his name?” She
prompted when I didn’t finish my sentence.
“Yamato…” I breathed as he
turned in my direction and spotted me.
“Hey, Chi,” he said and smiled.
I stood from my spot at the table aamatamato wrapped his arms around me.
“What are you doing here, Yama?”
I asked. Yamato was never anywhere in the vicinity of my job and now he was at
the diner down the street from it.
“I came to pick you up,” he said
placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
Everyone in the restaurant was
now focused on the both of us. I was aware of all of their eyes burning into me
trying to figure out how I was able to nab the most sought after celebrity in
the country. I hated it--I can’t stand being the center of attention, but I was
confused. Yamato never picked me up from work and he never said anything about
doing so this morning either.
“What?” I asked and I’m pretty
sure that I sounded just as confused as I felt.
“I came to pick you up. Keru got
tickets to this play or something and it starts in an hour. I came to get you
so tha cou could meet up with him and Daisuke in time for the show.”
“Tickets from where? I don’t
remember him saying anything about that.”
“Dai, got the tickets and just
called Takeru up a half hour ago. He said they’re for a pretty good show. Keru
wants you to come along so I came to get you. I went to your job and they said
you were over here.”
“Oh…?”
“So, you coming or what, Chi?”
“Hold on…” I went back to the
table to gather my things and apologize for leaving so early--A habit I picked
up from Yamato. I then realized how rude I was being--Another thing I picked up
from him (I usually never gave a damn about being rude). And introduced Yamato
to my coworkers, who cooed over him and asked him for autographs and babbled
about how I kept quiet about dating him before we left.
“So…Where is this show?” I asked after Yamato let me into his car.
“On the other side of town.
We’re supposed to meet Dai and Keru in a restaurant.”
“Oh…”
“Did you quit…?” he asked after
a moment of silence.
“I did.” Yamato sighed deeply
before he pulled the car to the side of the road.
“Yama, what are you doing? I
thought we had to meet Teeks and Dai.”
“We do, but that’s not so
important right now.”
“What?” I started to respond,
but Yamato wouldn’t let me speak any further.
“You didn’t have to quit if you
didn’t want to,” he whispered.
What is up with him? He’s acting
so weird. Last night he says he wants to take care of me, I agree and Yamato’s
ecstatic. And the next day he’s trying to do what…? Get me to get my job back?
“What’s the matter with you,
Yama? I told you I would quit my job and I did. You say you want to take care
of me and I’m letting you. What’s wrong? I thought that this is what you
wanted.”
“I didn’t want to force you into
it. I never wanted to force you into anything.” Yamato said while staring out
of the window looking miserable.
“Yama…” I said. “You never
forced me into anything. I quit my job because I wanted to; I want to make you
happy. You were right when you said I hated my job; I quit because I want to be
with you, I want to be able to go with you when you’re on tour. I want to let
you take care of me.”
Damn it. I don’t know if I’m
saying the right things. I’ve never had to reassure anyone before. I don’t want
Yamato to be hurt. I want it to go away and I don’t even kno I’m I’m helping
him.
“Taichi…” I looked up and Yamato
was claiming my lips in the next instant, devouring me with the intensity of
his emotion. His hand slipped up my shirt, brushing across one of my nipples
and I pulled away.
I really don’t care when and
where Yamato wants to go at it usually, but I don’t think I would be
comfortable with his taking me while we were parked on a busy street in broad
daylight with children walking around.
“Take me home, now,” I breathed.
That was all the encouragement Yamato needed to hear before he was pulling out
of our parking spot and speeding toward our apartment. Needless to say, we
didn’t meet up with Teeks and Dai.
Takeru came home later that day,
Daisuke with him, pissed as all hell and pretty much bitched Yama and I out for
half an hour. After that we had dinner and everything was normal again. Takeru
is scary as hell when he’s angry. I really don’t want to see that again--Ever.
Yamato thought it was hilarious. That boy has a weird sense of humor.
~.~.~.~.~.~
“Taichi, wake up.” I groan as
Yamato tries to nudge me into consciousness and bury my head under the pillows
hoping that he will take that as a sign to leave me alone. “Taichi,” he growls
as he snatches the pillow off of my head, “wake the hell up already.”
“What do you want, Yama?” I
growl upset at having been forcefully removed from the realms of
unconsciousness.
“We have to help, Keru move
today.”
“What? Why?”
“Keru’s moving today remember…?
You volunteered to help…? None of this is ringing a bell is it?” he asked
dryly.
“That was for today? I thought
he said next month.”
“That just goes to prove how
much you don’t listen.”
“I resent that. I listen.”
“Whatever. Get up.” Yamato said
as he snatched the blankets off of the bed and walked out of the room with
them.
Half an hour later Yamato and I
were carting boxes up three flights of stairs to Daisuke’s apartment, while
listening to Takeru whine about the meaning of fragile and respect for other
people’s property. Takeru’s whining went on for an hour more before Yamato
finally got fed up with it.
“You could always get off your
ass and do the work yourself if you are having such a problem with the way
we’re moving you’re shit, Keru.” Yamato
snapped.
“I’m moving stuff, too.” He
replied indignantly.
“Yeah…All the light ass shit.” I
chimed in. “I don’t see you or Daisuke trying to carry any of this heavy ass
shit.”
“What the fuck is in these boxes
anyway, Keru? I think you left all the heavy stuff back at me and Taichi’s
apartment.”
“Wait a minute.” I said as
realization dawned. “You’re making us move all your books!” I yelled.
“What??” Yamato screamed just as
pissed as me.
“Well…not all of them.” Takeru
replied sheepishly. “Dai and I moved most of them yesterday.”
“Well, fuck this.” Yamato said
as he dropped the box he was holding. “We could have been done half an hour
ago, but no, you had turn us into pack horses because you and Dai are lazy
bastards that don’t want to do any heavy lifting.” Takeru got this shocked look
on his face and I started laughing and dropped the box I was carrying in the
process. “These are the last two boxes, you and Dai can carry them the rest of
the way. Taichi and I are leaving.” He said grabbing me by the hand and
dragging me after him.
“Bye, bye Teeks.” I said while
flashing him a smile and waving.
“I can’t believe him.” Yamato
growled once we reached our apartment.
“It looks pretty empty in here
now.” I said as I surveyed the apartment. Takeru’s things were no longer
randomly splayed among my and Yamato’s belongings--Left a lot of blank spaces
to fill. It left me feeling a little sad. The family that I had gotten used to
was no longer centralized under the same roof.
“Think of it this way.” Yamato
said after scanning the apartment himself. “You now have more space to put the
random shit you collect. And …” he said while pulling me close and wrapping his
arms firmly around me. “We don’t have to worry about him walking in on us when
we aren’t in our room.” He finished while giving me a lecherous grin.
I shook my head and
laughed--Only Yamato. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
“Whatever pops into that pretty
little head of yours, Chi.” He said wriggling his eyebrows suggestively and a
broad grin spread across his face. “I’m game if you are.”
“What the hell, we don’t have
anything better to do today.”
I spent the rest of the day in a
pleasurable haze--Not at all a bad way to spend your day. I was still a little sad about Takeru moving
out, but it would be selfish of me to deprive him of the same pleasure I get when
waking up in the morning next to Yamato. I’m happy for him. I’m happy that he
found someone to loves and that that someone loves him just as much as he loves
them. It’s a beautiful thing. Damn that was so sappy. What the fuck, it doesn’t
matter. As long as I don’t start saying shit like that out l I w I won’t have a
problem thinking them.
Thinking about Takeru makes me
want to think about my relationship with Yamato. There are no parallels in our
relationships, but emotionally they are the same, I think. Yamato is the best
thing that ever happened to me and I wouldn’t want to lose him for anything in
the world--I could spend forever with him, I want to spend forever with him.
I’ll never love anyone as much as I love Yamato. And I can tell that Takeru
feels the same way about Daisuke.
End
Epilogue
pending….
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