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Precious Things

By: ChaoticSpecter
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Kiss the Rain

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Precious Things



Chapter
5a: Kiss the Rain



By:
ChaoticSpecter



 



style='font-family:"Palatino Linotype";color:red'>Disclaimer:style='font-family:"Palatino Linotype";color:red'> I do not own Digimon.



 



style='font-family:"Palatino Linotype";color:red'>A/N:style='font-family:"Palatino Linotype";color:red'> This chapter fic contains Shonen Ai. If you are uncomfortable with
male/male relationships please it the back button on your browser. Everyone
that remains, enjoy. I would like to thank all of my reviewers. I greatly
appreciate you guys taking the time to tell me what you think of my fic. I
would also like to offer special thanks to Anime
Writer2
for the beta job.



 



 



style='mso-tab-count:1'> It’s four o’clock in the morning
and I’m staring outside of the living room window while listening to ‘style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Kiss the Rain’ for the hundredth time [1]. If Takeru were here, he would
have tried to kill me a long time ago and Yamato… Well his absence is the
reason I’m sitting here right now.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I miss him so much--I miss him
so much it hurts. I didn’t even know it was possible to miss someone this much
until Yamato left--Fucking tour. I don’t want Yamato to be gone; I want him to
be here with me.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> This is all so weird. I’m not
used to missing anyone or anything. I didn’t miss Odaiba after I left and I
sure all dll didn’t miss the Niwa’s. The only time I remember missing anyone
was after my parents died. I barely remember them now; all my memories of them
are vague.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> But I miss Yamato. I feel like a
part of me is missing; I need him here to be complete-- I don’t want to do
anything when he’s gone, nothing has any meaning. There’s no reason to wake up
in the morning if I can’t see his face; there’s no reason for me to go to sleep
at night if I’m not in his arms. Nothing has any color; everything is gray [2].



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I sound pathetic. I didn’t know
I was even capable of being this sappy until Yamato. But I don’t care about how
sappy I’m being right now; I just want Yamato to be here. I want him to hold me
in his arms, I want him to whisper in my ear, and I want him to…Hell I don’t
care what he does. I just want him near me. I want to see him; I need him--I
need him more than I’ve ever needed anything.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Phone calls are not enough--They
get start to loose meaning after a while. I feel like calling me is a chore to
him, that he would rather be doing something else. There’s always so much
activity going on whenever he calls. He’s always at some party or some club.
The one time he called me when he wasn’t otherwise engaged, he got mauled by
groupies--They just came out of nowhere and jumped him. I would probably have
found that funny if I hadn’t been so damn jealous.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Yes, I was jealous of his
groupies; jealous of the fact that they got to see and touch my Yama while I
was sitting at home missing him something fierce--The bitches. I yelled at
Yamato for an hour after that happened and I refused to take his calls for a
week. That just ended up hurting me in the end. When I accepted his calls I
could at least hear his voice, refusing to accept them left me with nothing.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Yamato was pretty pissed at me
after that. The day I started taking his phone calls again I got bitched out.
In the end I promised not to do something like that again and Yamato said he
would try to call when nothing else is going on. He hasn’t held up his end of
the bargain though. I haven’t brought it up, but I know he knows that I’m
thinking it every time he calls me because he apologizes before I can even say
anything about it.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I’m being such a bitch to Yamato
without really meaning to. It’s a wonder he hasn’t snapped at me yet. Hell, I
would have snapped at me a long time ago, I’m really starting to annoy the hell
out of myself--I know I’m annoying him. But he doesn’t say anything to me about
it, he just tells me how much he loves and misses me. Which makes me feel like
an ungrateful asshole on a daily basis.



Damn, I’ll be glad when he comes home, then I’ll be able to
apologize to him in person. I’ll be able to see him, to hold him…



Damn it I miss him.



 



~.~.~.~.~.~



 



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I learned shortly after Yamato
left that I can’t sleep without him. It just doesn’t work no matter how hard I
try--I just can’t sleep alone anymore. This is weird considering the fact that
I’ve spent my whole life sleeping alone. All it takes is a few months of
sleeping with Yamato consistently and I’m no longer able to. I guess that’s
what happens when you become dependent on someone.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I roll over and stare at Takeru.
He looks very peaceful when he’s asleep; not nearly as happy as he is when he’s
awake. He sleeps with me whenever I miss Yamato too much, whenever being alone
becomes too much for me--Sweet boy. Most of the time his just being here helps
me sleep, but sometimes it’s not enough.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Damn it I miss Yamato so much. I
miss having his arms around me, breathing in his scent every time I inhale. I
miss being able to rest my head upon his chest and hear his heartbeat, the
sound of his voice, his fingers in my hair…



style='mso-tab-count:1'> A strangled sob worked its way
from my throat and Takeru’s eyes snapped open.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Tai, are you okay…?” he asked
voice full of concern.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I’m fine,” I answered while I
rubbed at my eyes.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I know you miss him,” he
whispered and pulled me into his arms. “It’s ok, he’ll be back in a few days.
You’ve already survived the worst of it.” That made sense; Takeru could always
make me feel better.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I rested my head against
Takeru’s shoulder and chuckled as a thought occurred to me. “I wonder what Yama
would think if he were to walk through the door right now.” Yamato could be
really jealous if given the chance--It’s quite hilarious



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “He would think that his brother
was comforting his boyfriend while he was away,” Takeru replied solemnly.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> It was quiet for a while before
I spoke again. “Teeks…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Yeah…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “When are you and Daisuke going
to start dating? Hanging around you guys with all the sexual tension is
tiring.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Takeru inhaled sharply before he
answered. “We’re going on our first date next Friday,” he whispered. I’m pretty
sure if the light were on his face would be lit up like a Christmas tree from
blushing so hard.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Finally,” I muttered. “Why next
Friday…? Why not tomorrow?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Nii-chan,” Takeru whined. He’s
been calling me that for a while--I like it. I get to be an older sibling, how
cool is that? [3]



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Okay, I’ll stop asking
questions.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Thank you. Are you okay now,
nii-chan? Can you go to sleep?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Hai, ototo, I can sleep.” [4]



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Takeru went to sleep shortly
after this. I have my ototou with me, now all I need is for Yamato to bring
himself home and this family unit can be complete.



 



~.~.~.~.~.~



 



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Yama,” I slammed into Yamato as
soon as he stepped through the door, bags in hand. I covered his face with
kisses and enfolded him in a hug so tight I was sure I was cutting off his air
supply. Damn, I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my life.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Yamato was just as enthusiastic
when greeting me, hugging me just as tight as I was hugging him, planting
kisses on my face and neck, whispering how much he missed me.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You might want to move out of
the doorway,” Takeru said pulling me out of amatamato induced haze. I looked at
Yamato and smiled. I’m pretty sure I was wearing one of those big goofy looking
smiles that people wear when they are happy as hell--You know the kind that
make you look like a dumbass, but you’re too happy to stop smiling?



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Yamato smiled in return,
although his wasn’t goofy; couldn’t be considered remotely goofy actually. It
was more of a self-satisfied smile, a slight curve of the lips, most of his
happiness shining in his eyes. It could be considered a smirk--And he had every
reason to smirk. Not once did I tell him how much I missed him when he was
gone, but I jumped him as soon as he walked through the door. Oh yeah, he was
loving this.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I clenched my hands in the front
of Yamato’s shirt and started to drag him the rest of the way into the
apartment, Yamato’s arms firmly around my waist the entire time. I didn’t want
to let him go and the feeling was mutual. I managed to trip over one of his
bags in the process--Takeru brought them into the apartment after I jumped Yamato
at the door.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> After helping me catch my
balance, Yamato claimed my lips in a deep kiss. “I missed you,” I whispered
against his lips after we broke for air.



stylso-tso-tab-count:1'> Yamato chuckled, “I missed you,
too,” he said, soft smile on his lips.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I see that my presence will be
ignored for a while,” Takeru noted. “I’m going out with Daisuke. I’ll see you
when I get back, Matt,” Takeru said on the way out of the door.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Yeah…See you later,” Yamato
murmured, eyes intent on my own.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> After Takeru left the apartment,
everything was a blur. The only thing I remember being completely aware of was
Yamato’s entering me, feeling complete. Everything was so intense--It’s amazing
what missing someone does to you.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Afterward I lay in Yamato’s
arms, head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Bliss. This is what
I’ve been missing for so long. Lying in Yamato’s arms, head on his chest, heart
pounding in my ears, and breathing in his scent. This is what I’ve missed the
most--Just being with him. I’ve craved his presence more than I’ve ever craved
anything in my life.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I hate it when you go away,” I
whispered.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Yamato’s fingers stopped sliding
through my hair and he sighed heavily before he responded. “So do I. Maybe next
time you can come with me…?” he asked.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> I tilted my head to peer at his
face. “But I have work, Yama. I can’t take that much time off.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “So quit.” I just stared at
Yamato afte sae said this, trying to tell if he was being serious or playing
around.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Quit…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Yes, Quit.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “But…I wouldn’t have a job,
Yama.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You don’t need one.” I just
stared at Yamato clearly confused. Yamato sighed agbefobefore speaking. “I can
take care of the both of us, Taichi.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You know what I do for a
living, Chi. I make more than enough money; I can take care of us. You can come
with me whenever I’m on tour. We won’t have to miss each other.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What would I do while you’re
working? I wouldn’t have anything to do.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You could do whatever you
wanted to, Taichi. I don’t care what you do as long as you are with me.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “But…”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What’s the problem? You hate
your job, why not quit?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “…I’m not used to this.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Used to what?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “…”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “et Iet I said anything, keep
your job.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What? Wait, Yamato, why’d you
change your mind all of a sudden?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You’re obviously not interested
in what I’m saying so why push the idea?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Who says I’m not interested?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You have objections to quitting
your job. Since that is what I’m asking you to do, you are obviously not
interested in what I’m saying.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Why are you getting angry,
Yamato? If I did something, I’m sorry.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Just forget it, Taichi.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “If having me quit my job is so
important to you, I will. I just don’t know what I’ll do with all of that free
time. I’m used to working, Yama. I’ve been working for as long as I can
remember.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “But you don’t need to anymore,
I can take care of you.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Why is having me quit my job so
important to you all of a sudden, Yamato?” I was curious. This just popped up
out of the blue.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “It’s always been important, I
just haven’t said anything about it until now.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Huh…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I’ve always wanted you to quit
your job, Chi. I just didn’t think it appropriate to bring it up until now.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Because I missed you…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “And I missed you, but that’s
just part of it.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Part of it…?”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> One of Yamato’s hands moved to
cup the back of my neck and his lips whispered across mine before he answered.
“I want to take care of you, Chi.”



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Take care of me…?” I asked in
shock.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Take care of you,” he responded
before claiming my lips.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> Yamato wants to take care of
me--This is new.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I’ll quit my job in the
morning; I’ll let you take care of me,” I whispered once Yamato pulled away
from me.



style='mso-tab-count:1'> As soon as I said that, Yamato
smiled the brightest s I’v I’ve ever seen him give and held me to him, burying
his face in the hollow of my throat. If having me quit my job makes Yamato this
happy, I don’t mind doing it. It’s the least I can do after all that he has
done for me.



 



 



To
be continued….



 



 



 



 



 



[1]
Kiss the Rain’ belongs to Billie
Myers.



[2]
I borrowed this line from an Inuyasha fic by Kayla Chavi titled ‘style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>It all starts with a Kiss’ great fic,
check it out.



[3]
Nii-chan means older brother.



[4]
Ototo means younger brother.



 



 






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