Happy Medium [Digimon, PG]
Title: Happy Medium
Author: soleil_de_lune
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Taichi/Yamato
Warnings: None
Word count: 400
Prompt: November 2nd: Digimon, Taichi/Yamato: Love-hate/conflict in the relationship - You're the one that keeps putting this distance between us!"
As suddenly as their high points hit, the low points were already in the making. It wasn’t bad, per se, it was just the nature of their relationship. Yamato could smile andput aside his rough rebel attitude long enough to be happy, and then Taichi would say or do something to push him over the edge. It went both ways: Taichi would reach some level of cheer, only to be brought crashing back down by Yamato’s sullen moods. Then the lows would come and segue immediately back into the high points, often as such a rate that it became to tell the difference between the between highs and lows, good and bad, love and hatred.
They didn’t even notice the violent way their relationship swung between the two extremes until their younger siblings staged an intervention. Hikari sat them onto the couch in the apartment she shared with Takeru, and crossed her arms firmly across her chest.
“I don’t really mind that you two are… together,” She began, giving the both of them an equally levelling glare. “But I can not deal with this constant fighting. Best friends, team, or lovers, I really don’t care. It’s this act like you two are still rivals or… bitter enemies, or something that I can’t stand.”
Taichi opened his mouth, but closed it immediately when he saw the slight shake of Takeru’s head, indicating he was better off keeping quiet and allowing his sister to say her peace.
Yamato, however, didn’t feel the need to heed his brother’s sensible advice, and didn’t necessarily have a reason to fear Hikari’s wrath as it were. “It’s not like that at all.” He crossed his legs and folded his arms, the picture of nonchalance as he defied her accusations. “Taichi and I don’t really fight.”
“That’s right,” Taichi added, but stopped for a moment as a thought dawned on him. “But, you know, if we do fight, it’s usually your fault.”
The mask of composure fell instantly away from the blond’s face. “Now wait just a minute, you’re the one who always screws up.”
From behind Hikari, Takeru lowered his forehead against the palm of his palm and touched her shoulder. “Just let them be,” He took her hand and led her from the room, the sound of bickering voices raising following them into the hallway. “It’s just their way of showing us that they’re happy.”
Author: soleil_de_lune
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Taichi/Yamato
Warnings: None
Word count: 400
Prompt: November 2nd: Digimon, Taichi/Yamato: Love-hate/conflict in the relationship - You're the one that keeps putting this distance between us!"
As suddenly as their high points hit, the low points were already in the making. It wasn’t bad, per se, it was just the nature of their relationship. Yamato could smile andput aside his rough rebel attitude long enough to be happy, and then Taichi would say or do something to push him over the edge. It went both ways: Taichi would reach some level of cheer, only to be brought crashing back down by Yamato’s sullen moods. Then the lows would come and segue immediately back into the high points, often as such a rate that it became to tell the difference between the between highs and lows, good and bad, love and hatred.
They didn’t even notice the violent way their relationship swung between the two extremes until their younger siblings staged an intervention. Hikari sat them onto the couch in the apartment she shared with Takeru, and crossed her arms firmly across her chest.
“I don’t really mind that you two are… together,” She began, giving the both of them an equally levelling glare. “But I can not deal with this constant fighting. Best friends, team, or lovers, I really don’t care. It’s this act like you two are still rivals or… bitter enemies, or something that I can’t stand.”
Taichi opened his mouth, but closed it immediately when he saw the slight shake of Takeru’s head, indicating he was better off keeping quiet and allowing his sister to say her peace.
Yamato, however, didn’t feel the need to heed his brother’s sensible advice, and didn’t necessarily have a reason to fear Hikari’s wrath as it were. “It’s not like that at all.” He crossed his legs and folded his arms, the picture of nonchalance as he defied her accusations. “Taichi and I don’t really fight.”
“That’s right,” Taichi added, but stopped for a moment as a thought dawned on him. “But, you know, if we do fight, it’s usually your fault.”
The mask of composure fell instantly away from the blond’s face. “Now wait just a minute, you’re the one who always screws up.”
From behind Hikari, Takeru lowered his forehead against the palm of his palm and touched her shoulder. “Just let them be,” He took her hand and led her from the room, the sound of bickering voices raising following them into the hallway. “It’s just their way of showing us that they’re happy.”