The First Time
Title: The First Time
Series: Adventure 02
Characters: Yamato, Jou, Mimi, (Taichi)
Rating: PG
Word count: 297
Constructive Criticism: Go for it.
Notes: Not entirely sure myself what's going on here. It's part one of three, I'm thinking. Enjoy, and feel free to insert your own conjectures :)
The first time, Yamato is the one who leaves.
He fights with Taichi, shoves an omu-rice on his shirt. He commandeers the car, slides the key into the ignition and the engine roars over Taichi’s shouts. He drives off and doesn’t look back.
Taichi’s stupid Ronaldo bobblehead tips off the dashboard. His Nirvana CD ends up on the floor. They never had the same taste in music.
He drives fast, as fast as Taichi. When he pulls up in front of Jou’s apartment, he is stunned. So is Jou, after Yamato buzzes him over the intercom, after he steps off the elevator, after he parks. Jou’s glasses are askew and his rumpled hair is slick with sweat. He is wearing - he is not wearing - he is wearing very little.
“It’s one a.m.” Joe is lost. He leans his forearms against either side of the doorway, blocking Yamato’s entrance. He casts a brief glance over his shoulder, down the shadowy hall.
Yamato drops his jaw, snaps it shut. Opens it again. He imagines he’s a PEZ dispenser.
“Why are you here?”
“Taichi -” His voice catches. “We - he wanted a midnight snack. We cooked.” He tries to swallow around the lump in his throat; if it stays, how will he be able to sing?
Jou is shaking his head. “Only you two. What, did he gripe about using Splenda?”
“No, I -”
“What’s going on?” Yamato almost jumps at Mimi’s wispy voice. “Yamato-san?”
He looks at the clear valley of flesh below her neck. He looks at Jou. Color mounts in his cheeks and his collar becomes a ring of fire.
“Sorry -” He can’t say it enough.
He wonders when this changed, even this.
They call to him, but he darts down the steps quicker than sound.
Series: Adventure 02
Characters: Yamato, Jou, Mimi, (Taichi)
Rating: PG
Word count: 297
Constructive Criticism: Go for it.
Notes: Not entirely sure myself what's going on here. It's part one of three, I'm thinking. Enjoy, and feel free to insert your own conjectures :)
The first time, Yamato is the one who leaves.
He fights with Taichi, shoves an omu-rice on his shirt. He commandeers the car, slides the key into the ignition and the engine roars over Taichi’s shouts. He drives off and doesn’t look back.
Taichi’s stupid Ronaldo bobblehead tips off the dashboard. His Nirvana CD ends up on the floor. They never had the same taste in music.
He drives fast, as fast as Taichi. When he pulls up in front of Jou’s apartment, he is stunned. So is Jou, after Yamato buzzes him over the intercom, after he steps off the elevator, after he parks. Jou’s glasses are askew and his rumpled hair is slick with sweat. He is wearing - he is not wearing - he is wearing very little.
“It’s one a.m.” Joe is lost. He leans his forearms against either side of the doorway, blocking Yamato’s entrance. He casts a brief glance over his shoulder, down the shadowy hall.
Yamato drops his jaw, snaps it shut. Opens it again. He imagines he’s a PEZ dispenser.
“Why are you here?”
“Taichi -” His voice catches. “We - he wanted a midnight snack. We cooked.” He tries to swallow around the lump in his throat; if it stays, how will he be able to sing?
Jou is shaking his head. “Only you two. What, did he gripe about using Splenda?”
“No, I -”
“What’s going on?” Yamato almost jumps at Mimi’s wispy voice. “Yamato-san?”
He looks at the clear valley of flesh below her neck. He looks at Jou. Color mounts in his cheeks and his collar becomes a ring of fire.
“Sorry -” He can’t say it enough.
He wonders when this changed, even this.
They call to him, but he darts down the steps quicker than sound.