Change of Plans

By Chibi-chan, Dalla, EntreriRose & Twilight-chan.

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Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon or any other product mentioned in this fic. All characters, products, cities, diseases, etc. belong to their respective companies or owners. This is just for fun and I don't want to be sued. This has yaoi, or boy/boy love. If this offends you, don't read it! If you flame me or anyone else connected with this story, we'll ignore you and laugh over your utter inability to process complex thoughts. If you still want to read this, please enjoy!

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Yamato set down his base, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his school uniform. Silently cursing the lack of air conditioning, he exited the empty auditorium in hopes of finding that one of the vending machines was stocked. The school was deserted, even the teachers had already left for their vacation, but Yamato was determined to stay and get that last song for his band's next album perfect. Of course, that meant he'd be there quite a while.

"Hey Yamato!" He dropped his money, frozen with fear. Oh man, he thought, Why does she have to be here? Can't she get it through her head that she's a nasty, lice-ridden sleaze?

"H-hey, Jun." Maybe if I move slow enough she'll lose interest, Yamato thought. Unfortunately, as soon as he made the slightest movement toward her, the vulture had already latched onto his arm. Yamato thought he'd lose circulation to the limb, Jun was clinging so tight. "S-so . . .."

"We're going out tomorrow night!" The brain-dead redhead attempted something reminiscent of an adorable smile. "I want to go to the carnival! You're gonna win me the biggest teddy bear there!"

Kame help me, Yamato prayed. Anyone help me! "Uh . . . sure?" He could have hit himself for saying that, if he had the use of his arms. By this time, Jun had run him up against the wall, her fingers practically embedded in his flesh. Squealing with joy, Jun started jumping up and down, almost tearing Yamato's arm out of the socket. As he was trying to pry her bony fingers from his arm, Yamato heard someone behind him clear his throat.

"Ahem."

Yamato whipped his head around; somehow certain that it was another Jun come to torment him. Yamato's eyes widened with shock, and then he slumped up against the wall in relief. "Taichi," he said weakly.

Grinning at the spectacle before him, Taichi asked, "Yama, am I interrupting anything? It looks like you and Jun might want to be alone."

"Oh Taichi! Don't be silly! Yamato and I were just talking about our date tomorrow night! He's taking me to the carnival!!" At the mention of "date," Yamato winced and growled softly.

The smile on Taichi's face grew two sizes at that. He leaned closer to Jun and said in a stage whisper, "Better let me have a minute with Yama, Jun. He's not too good with the ladies and I'm sure it'd help if I gave him some pointers." Yamato let out an outraged squawk as Taichi gently pried Jun's fingers from Yamato's arm. "You don't mind, do you Jun? I didn't think so. We'll be just down the hall and I'll return Yama as soon as I can. Agreed? Great! Now come along, Yama. We have to go discuss how you should treat Jun tomorrow night." With a confused smile on her face, Jun watched Taichi lead an annoyed Yamato down the hall.

"Taichi! What's the idea? Where do you get off saying I'm terrible with girls!? Just who do you think you are . . . "

Taichi gave Yamato a light cuff on the back of his head as he hissed, "You baka! Shut up or she'll hear you! I had to say something to get you away from her and that was the first thing that came to mind. But if you really want to be Jun's life-size plushie... Hey Ju---!"

As Taichi turned to call Jun, Yamato lunged forward and grabbed his arm, clapping a hand over Taichi's mouth just to be safe. "If you say one word I'll..." Yamato threatened. Taichi was shaking under Yamato's hand and for a moment he was worried. Then he realized Taichi was laughing at him. With a look of utter disgust and a growl, Yamato shoved Taichi away from him. Taichi had to slump against the wall, he was laughing so hard.

"Oh, just shut up Tai-baka," Yamato growled, rubbing the back of his head where Taichi had cuffed him.

Gasping for breath, Taichi managed to stop laughing. Pushing away from the wall, Taichi straightened up and fixed Yamato with a meaningful look before asking, "So, how do we get you out of this?"

"We don't. I promised I'd take her out. And don't look at me like that. I promised, and I can't go back on my word." Taichi knew better than to argue with him when he used that tone of voice.

"Well, I guess there's only one thing I can do, then."

Looking up dispiritedly, Yamato asked, "And what's that? Throwing yourself at Jun so she'll want you instead of me?"

Shuddering, Taichi glared at Yamato as he replied, "Don't even joke about that! No, what I meant was that I'd have to come along. Just to make sure Jun doesn't get fresh," Taichi smirked as Yamato looked at him curiously. "I'll bring Sora and make it a double date, Yama."

"Are you sure she'll go for it?"

"Umm, yeah, I'm sure. So, you wanna go tell Jun?" Taichi said, looking anywhere but at Yamato.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just be a minute." Taichi watched as Yamato walked back to Jun. He smiled slightly as he watched Jun's face turn from sublime happiness to absolute envy. Apparently Jun isn't very fond of Sora, thought Taichi. If I could come up with a better solution... Taichi forcibly wrenched his thoughts away from that path. Some dreams were meant to stay just that: dreams.

The sun was setting as Yamato walked home to his apartment that he kept with his father. He shifted the weight of the guitar slung across his back and swung his forest green dress jacket nonchalantly. Inwardly he was seething at that sorry excuse for a girl. Ugh, he thought, why does she have to stalk me, of all people? He smirked to himself. Well, I do have the looks... but the smile melted from his face soon. He sighed, wondering when the object of his real affection would notice him. His thoughts then turned to their double date the following Friday. Jun wasn't that fond of Sora, but neither was Yamato. However, he'd built up a tolerance to her bland ways during their adventures in the digital world. How does Taichi put up with her? he wondered, shaking his head with a grin. Of course, he reminded himself, anyone could put up with her. She's the blah, obedient type. His thoughts were halted as he approached his apartment building. Walking into the elevator, he came face-to-face with his father.

"Oh, Yamato, there you are. I left you a note on the kitchen counter. One of our main computers crashed at the station, and I have to go pull some extra hours to get things up and running again. There's some ravioli in the freezer."

Yamato was startled for a second, since the speedy words sprang unbidden from his father's mouth long before he realized it was his father. But then an idea sprang into his head. "Oh, uh, ok. Wait! Can I have a friend spend the night?" he asked quickly before the doors closed. His father managed a reply through the closing metal walls.

"Uh, sure, fine. Don't stay up too late!" he called. Yamato smiled and leaned against the wall of the elevator with a tired sigh. He walked into his apartment, dropped his jacket by the door, and placed his guitar in its case. He then fell onto the couch with a groan. Remembering something, he picked up his phone and dialed.

"Hello?" came the cheerful voice from the other line.

"Taichi? It's Yamato."

"Oh, hey! What's up? You excited about Friday?" he said tauntingly.

Yamato smiled, but Taichi of course couldn't see. "Hnh. No. But listen... my dad's not home for the night. You wanna stay over?" Yamato was surprised at Taichi's answer.

"Yeah sure. We can plan our line of action at ditching the girls." Yamato was speechless for a moment, but it was convenient since Taichi was away from the phone asking his mother for permission. Yamato had regained his composure by the time Taichi's voice returned. "She says sure. So... I'll come over in a few minutes, howzat?" he said.

Yamato grunted a yes and a goodbye and hung up the phone. He let his head loll back on the couch. Oh... how did I get myself into this? he thought, but then the corners of his lips turned up in a grin. At least Taichi will be there.
Yamato's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Odd he thought, I didn't think Taichi was that fast. He smirked, Aha! All the better for me! He ran to the door as the person on the other side started knocking more frantically. The blond stopped in front of a mirror to check his hair before opening the door.

A shock met him on the other side of the door; Yama stood stunned. What stood before him was indeed not Taichi! Female first and foremost, she had big unflattering hair and wore a short unflattering skirt. She smiled dumbly, "I couldn't wait 'til our date! So I just came over! His jaw dropped and he stood there. The stun he was in proved to be a grand mistake for he then had a Jun attachment to his arm.

Yama attempted to pry off her claws but too soon; she was already pulling him into the living room of the apartment, "Is this where you live Yama-kun? It's really nice! I love what you've done to the place!! Simply wonderful!" She continued to drone on though Yamato tuned out the high-pitched squeals. Why? Why NOW?! He thought angrily, Damn it Taichi you'd better be here soon! He winced as Jun rested her dirty head on his shoulder. Please be here soon! He pleaded silently.

"Are you listening to me Yama-kun?"

"Uh . . ."

"Well what do you think...?"

"Umm, It's alright I guess?"

Jun looked up at him her eyes twinkling, and her voice was whispery and slightly raspy "Oh Yama! I though you would never say that!" She leaned over. Crap! Wrong answer! Thought Yama, he drew away wishing that the girl would get out of his personal space. She drew closer, him farther. This continued until Yama tripped over a footstool and onto the couch. It was then that he could no longer keep the horrified look hidden. Jun crawled over him like an unwanted spider, cooing unpleasantly. Yama winced and then heard the sweetest sound of his life.

"Hey Yama! The door was open so I walked in; sorry I took so long... I was getting a mov-"

The plastic case of the rented video clattered against the linoleum floor of the entryway. Taichi stared, mortified as Jun was doing . . . something that looked like she was trying to gnaw on Yamato's neck. His eye twitched and the color had left his face.

"T-Taichi! It's not what you think, really!" The horrified look on Taichi's face slowly metamorphosed to that of a sly grin.

"Why Yamato . . ." he chided. "You dog. I never would have taken you to be that kind of guy."

"Shut up you bak-" the blonde young man couldn't finish his sentence; Jun had made sure his lips would be busy with other things.
Taichi thought he'd burst apart if he didn't let out his laughter soon, but he also noted the murderous glint in his best friend's azure eyes. With a resigned sigh, this was simply too fun to watch, Taichi approached the frisky parasite. Tapping her on the shoulder, he whispered in her ear, "hey Jun, you don't wanna go to far on the first night. Ya never know what can happen."

"But . . ." both boys winced at the high-pitched whine.

"Plus, I just saw Daisuke . . ." Taichi shook his head with a frown. "He was using all your Bishonen^TM magazines to start a bonfire in the park. You really should go stop him." He covered his as the wild haired monster shrieked and ran out of the apartment. "So . . ." he continued when his hearing had recovered, "you all right, Yama?"

"Oh just dandy," the blond replied sarcastically. "Imagine your worse nightmare. Now imagine that nightmare trying to sleep with you."

"Good point." Taichi's smile was a mile wide as he took a seat on the rumpled couch. Yamato noted the look in his eyes, they way they shone with an earthly light. It made his heart skip a beat. "Hey Yama!" Taichi said waving his hand in front of Yamato's face. "Hello Yama! Is anybody there?"

"Ne? What? I'm sorry, I was ---- thinking about something. What did you say?"

"Nothing important. What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing!" Yamato snapped, worried that somehow Taichi already knew. Then he saw Taichi's wounded expression. "Taichi, I'm sorry. Wait! Tai! Come back here!" But Taichi was already off the couch and standing a few feet away.

"No Yama, you're right. Your thoughts are your own business, not mine. I don't have any right to expect things to be otherwise. Forgive me." He sounded so strange Yamato looked at him sharply, searching his face for any hint of - of anything. But Taichi's face revealed nothing.

"Tai, I . . ."

"Hey," Taichi said, smiling again as if nothing had happened. "Are you gonna hog the whole couch, or am I gonna get a place to sit?" he asked cheerily.

For a moment, Yamato was unable to react, but then he scooted back to his section saying, "Sure, sit down. There's plenty of room."

Taichi sat down, still smiling. They chatted for a while about nothing. Which movie Taichi'd brought; how they both couldn't stand Jun. The conversation limped to a halt and there they sat, each entrenched in his thoughts, unwilling and unable to make the first move toward starting another conversation. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only a few minutes, the silence growing and echoing with things better left unsaid. Finally, they couldn't stand it anymore.

Turning to each other, they burst out in unison, "Tai I . . ."

"Yama what. . . "

They grinned foolishly at each other. Taichi reached out with a mock-punch at Yamato, but stopped. For an excruciatingly long moment, Taichi's hand hovered between Yamato's shoulder and chin. Then, before either boy had time to think about the consequences, Taichi touched him. It was a feather-light caress of his fingers down Yamato's cheek. Yamato sucked in a great gulp of air as he strained towards Taichi's hand. At Yamato's reaction, Taichi relaxed slightly and allowed himself to cup Yamato's jaw with his palm. When Taichi made no further move, Yamato opened his eyes to find Taichi staring at him with an almost frightening intensity.

"Yama I . . . What I mean is, we . . ." while Taichi was still searching for the right words, Yamato leaned closer.

"Tai. Shut up and kiss me."

Taichi's eyes flew to Yamato's, startled, then he smiled softly. Slowly, hesitantly, the two inched closer, Taichi's hand still on Yamato's face. Unconsciously, Yamato reached out and up, threading his fingers through Taichi's hair as he helped to steady the trembling boy.

Closer and closer they came, until at last their lips touched with a shared murmur of pleasure. So lost in the kiss were they that they failed to hear the door opening. Neither did they hear Takeru calling out that he'd just stopped by to get the math book he'd left the night before. Even when he walked past them into the kitchen they stayed oblivious, so intent on this here-to-fore forbidden pleasure. It wasn't until Takeru turned around and shouted that their loving fog was penetrated.

"Ya ---- Yamato!? Wha --- what the? Tai ---- TAICHI!!!!!????? What are you --- what the --- What's going ON!!!???" Takeru babbled, as the two boys sprang apart and stared at him, guilty and horrified at being caught.

Yamato recovered first and rushed towards his brother. "Takeru! It's not what it looks like!"
"It looks like you were kissing Taichi! Or he was kissing you!" Takeru glared at Yamato, who dropped his gaze to the floor, mortified.

Takeru looked up at Taichi. "Well, Taichi? Were you kissing or not? And don't lie to me! I'm not some stupid, immature baby who'll go to pieces if his brother's gay." Takeru glared at Taichi belligerently when the older boy's eyes widened with shock. "That's right. I know what being gay means. I also know that I saw you and Yamato kissing, French kissing by the look on your faces." Takeru looked at his brother once again. "Why didn't you ever tell me, Yama," his voice softened as he continued, "I would have understood, you know. I'm your brother; I love you."

Taichi couldn't take it anymore. "Takeru! Stop blaming your brother. I started it. I kissed him. I didn't give him a choice; not then and not now," this last was spoken in a husky growl as Taichi swept a stunned Yamato into his arms and proceeded to kiss him soundly, finishing what had been interrupted earlier.

Takeru watched in mute wonder amazed that the two of them had stayed apart for so long. He'd known for years that Taichi liked Yamato "that way," but of course he hadn't said anything to Taichi because it would have been too embarrassing and painful. Not to Yamato because he'd always seemed oblivious to the possibility. But now, watching them as they finished the kiss, he could see the love beaming from their faces. "It's about time someone made the first move," Takeru announced, eliciting a startled chuckle from the two lovebirds. Takeru frowned then, as he said, "Where do you go from here?"

They looked at each other, then at Takeru, then back again. Yamato shook his head and Taichi shrugged. Letting his fingers play with a hank of Yamato's hair, Taichi said, "I have no idea."

Yamato glanced over his shoulder, throwing a look at the younger blonde standing still a little shaken in the kitchen. His brother got the hint and turned to leave.

"Right. Don't stay up too late..." Takeru said mockingly, and before Yamato had a chance to protest, the door was closed. He shrugged and turned to Taichi.

"So... what are we gonna do?" he asked, returning to the couch. Taichi followed, trying to hide a worried look as he flopped alongside his now more-than-a-friend with a sigh. He looked at the ceiling as if to hope it could give him an answer.

"About . . .?" he replied, trying to sound clueless. It didn't work, as Yamato gave him a glare.
"Don't play dumb, Tai... about the carnival, and Sora and Jun . . ." he finished the last word with a shudder. Taichi smirked and waited for Yamato to ask why.

"You know... I didn't even call Sora yet," he whispered with a grin. Yamato was out of his normal stoic self as he beamed and punched Taichi lightly on the arm. Withdrawing his limb slowly, he let his head loll back to gaze at the ceiling as Taichi had previously done.

"So� are you thinking we should just ditch the girls? Or should�" he began, but was unable to finish when he saw the smirk on the wild-haired boy's face. The rest of his comment was forgotten as Taichi tackled the blonde, catching his lips in a long-overdue kiss.