*******
The
Bishounen Boys
Part
1: I Knew I Loved You"
By
Splash
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A/N:
Inspired by Savage Garden's "I Knew I Loved You" Kinda...
So
it's not really a boy band... it's a band sung by males. Good enough for me :P
****
~August
19, 2002~
"
Have you seen the new kid? His hair's
just BEGGING for him to get punched two or three times."
"
Yeah, but I gotta admit, he looks rather sexy with that sloppy hairdo..."
"
I think he looks TOTALLY sexy! Are you
sure he's only a freshman? God..."
"
Oi, Jess, did you see the other newcomers?
I swear to God, there must be some kind of hot alien colony landing
right in our district..."
"
But none of these 'aliens' have met up with the first one yet..."
"
Oooooooohh... THAT one... He's got a hot bod..."
"
Hmph. A little too feminine for
me."
"
Feminine or not, he's got something strange about him. I tried talking to him the other day and he
seemed really distant. It wasn't just
like he didn't care whether I was there, but almost that he didn't care if
ANYTHING existed, not even himself, not anything... period."
"
Whoa... getting too far out there for me, Lise..."
"
Not really. I just don't see why he
could possibly-"
"
Hey, why don't we go over and talk to Mr. Mop Hair? He looks kind of lonely."
Another
misplaced strand of chocolate brown hair made its way down Taichi's face,
tickling his nose lightly. He puffed
out a sigh in an attempt to move it out of his view, but to no avail. Sighing again, he reached down towards his
bag on the floor. Feeling around,
avoiding the hairbrush, the hairspray, and the... scrunchy (guess some random
girl dropped it in there..), he pulled out a blue strip of spandex..
"
Oh my God, he looks even more sexier with a headband on!"
"
Jess, shut up, he'll hear you! And why
are you pulling up your..."
A
small tapping on his desk brought his attention to the blandly visible navel in
front of him. Unconcerned, he looked up
to take in the view of a girl that seemed to be the most stereotypical blonde
girl he had even seen in his life.
Immediately losing his interest, he switched his gaze back to the book
he was reading.
"
Hey boy, what's your name?" she chirped, slightly disappointed from the
dull reaction.
"
What's it to you?" he replied, wondering how many times he had said that
in one day.
"
Just say it."
There's
a slight pause as the brunette gave up on his book ("The Catcher in the
Rye") and stuck his bookmark (his school ID card) on the page where he
left off and casually dropped it onto his desk.
"
Yagami Taichi."
"
Yagami? That's certainly an unusual
name," said the female who had been silent since their arrival at Taichi's
desk, " My name's Lisa, but I never liked the name so everybody calls me
Lise, except my parents..." she gave a low cough at the mention of the
higher authority.
"
Gomen- I mean, sorry. I'm originated
from Japan, so I'm still getting used to the American crap."
"
Well, you sure have a good American accent for a secondary language," said
" navel girl". Taichi turned
all eye contact away from her.
"
I watch a lot of dubbed Anime," he explained, " But Yagami is my last
name, not my first."
"
Gese, then you should SAY it first!"
"
Sorry, but a lot of us Japanese say it like that."
Lise
paused from rubbing a smear on her khakis. " Say, doesn't that other
newbie come from Japan, also? Wow, what
a coincidence."
'
Another Japanese? Well, at least
there's SOMETHING to look into...' " Who is this person?"
"
Navel girl" stepped in. " His
name was too hard to remember, but he's a really hot, sex- erm... blonde
guy. Yeah. That's all I know, really."
After
a long silence, Jess finally figured out that the boy wasn't going to
reply. Moving closer and placing a palm
over Lise's ear, she whispered, " What a boring guy. At least the blonde was more
ATTRACTIVE..."
"
So, Jess, you think material items aid in sex appeal? I wonder if you're into bondage."
Right
on the mark.
"
I'm sorry, but I don't lean towards that kind of... playing," he
continued, " I would hate to hear what you would say if I brought a pair
of handcuffs."
Taichi
adjusted his headband as he watched the girl flush redder and redder, giving
her a wry grin. He then stood up and
slung his backpack over his shoulder, leaving his first day in Portage Central
High School.
****
I
guess people here don't really like good hairstyle... I've seen their
stares. They try to look the other way
when I catch them, but they don't know how sharp my senses are. All the other guys look like they shaved
their heads a couple days ago.... puh.
And
the females...
Sluts. All of them. Well, maybe except that Lise girl. She's obviously one of those types that only hangs out with the
other sluts so she doesn't get picked on by them. Inside, she's probably a sweet girl that everybody could get to
like. Although, if I were in her
position, I would forget about the sluts and just be myself. That's the best thing to do, right?
I
walked past the school doors-
Only
to be shoved back in.
"
Hey, fuzzbrain!"
I
opened my eyes to see a rough hand up close, clutching my white undershirt.
"
Who.."
"
WHO the hell do you think you ARE?"
Punch
in the stomach.
"
Huh..?"
"
What makes you think you can be so flirty on the chicks on your first
day?!?"
Punch
in the eye.
"
Un..."
A
NASTY punch in the eye...
"
Jess is MINE. Don't go near her, you
hear??"
How
many times has he punched my eye?!?
"
Go back to where you came from, you FUCKING BASTARD!"
"
Hey."
I
felt a whisk of air as the bully's head turned around.
"
Leave him alone."
And
as quickly as he appeared, the bully left without another word, and I didn't
even get to see the person who had saved me.
****
As
he wandered the school streets heading back home, he spotted a group of males
playing a lively game of soccer. He had
requested to join the soccer team when he applied for the school, but the
people in charge hadn't organized all his physical papers yet. It would be a short while before he could
actually start practicing with them.
The
few people he crossed walking down the street had given them even larger stares
now that he sported a fine purple eye along with the unique hairstyle. He approached a small intersection and tried
to remember which way it was to his house.
House... he was so used to saying condominiums since he had spent all of
his life in Japan in one. Now he had
this gigantic building where he could yell his head off and only his parents
would complain. But he hadn't found any
time to do that yet.
Yet...
Turning
left, he saw a patch of woods he hadn't noticed before on his left side. He could've sworn he heard some kind of
strange wailing noise. He waited for
the truck to drive by, which only followed by a group of noisy gossiping
girls. Normally, he would've ignored
him, but he was apparently the females' subject of conversation.
'
Jesus, these American girls really don't know how to whisper. I can hear them like honking geese..'
When
the girls were out of gossiping range, he turned his ear back to the woods, straining
to find that sound again. And sure
enough, there it was... a soft sound of some kind of musical instrument.
Curious,
he took several steps into the woods, and a thin shadow of a shed
appeared. He walked closer, and the
music got louder...
And
suddenly, he was at the front door, barely realizing how much his feet had
carried him unconsciously. It was a
small shed, somewhat old and tarnished, but it didn't look like one of those
sheds that little kids would make scary stories from. It was made of drabby, dull, brown wood, but the roof was
amazingly quite intact.
The
melody crept into his ears, bringing his attention back to the sound. Now the music was rather clear, and he
confirmed to himself the sound of a harmonica.
But should he interrupt or not?
Knock on the door? Start talking
outside the door? Whisper? Yell?
Or maybe he could just leave...
"
I would prefer if you didn't eavesdrop and just come in already."
Or
he could be invited...
He
pulled back the handle, emitting a small creak from the door, and stepped
inside. There weren't any windows
inside, only the peeps of light creeping through the cracks in the walls. And in the lonely corner on the other side,
he saw the dim outline of the other person, his harmonica gripped in his hands.
"
You're the new kid from Japan, right?"
"
Yeah." Taichi made a second thought about the other boy's voice when he
suddenly blurted out, " Hey, you're the guy who saved me from that
bully!"
He
stuffed his harmonica back into a pocket in his pants. " You've got a good
memory."
"
Well, it WAS just about 15 minutes ago," the brunette replied modestly,
" Anyhow, um... arigatou. Kansha shitemasu." Just then he realized
his primary language had taken over again and was about to correct himself,
when-
"
You don't need to thank me. It was
nothing, really. Those bullies gave me
a bit of a time when I first came here, but I can't blame them for not knowing
what kind of person I was beforehand."
Taichi
paused for about ten seconds before it hit him.
"
Are you the other new guy from Japan?"
The
other stood up, brushing off residue from his school uniform. " Yeah, it's
nice to know there's someone else here I can speak Japanese to. Would it be okay if I turned on the
light?"
"
Be my guest."
Another
short pause. " Certainly." He reached up with on hand and grabbed a
seemingly invisible cord, pulling it down and turning on a small, dim light
barely a foot above Taichi's head.
Everything was still faint, but at least they could see the colors of
the shack. " Sate to, kimi wa...?"
"
Yagami Taichi desu."
The
edge of the other's lips curled upward slightly. " Ah, sou. Ore wa Ishida Yamato."
'
Nice name...' " It's nice we can talk like this. The people at school won't have any idea what we're talking about."
"
So we could call them the worst things anyone could think of and they wouldn't
know it."
Taichi
gave a light chuckle. " Actually, we should be a little careful. I heard this one story when some guys were
checking out an American girl crossing their house and talking to each other in
Polish, commenting about her cleavage and all that snazz. They didn't know that this woman knew
Polish, and everyday they would do the same thing when she came down their
street. So one day, she came up to them
and told them off in perfect Polish, and well... guess how the guys
reacted."
"
Heh," Yamato smirked. " Well, we'll find out if the person we're
talking about speaks Japanese before we say anything about 'em. Don't worry."
During
the awkward silence that followed, Yamato began playing with his hair a bit...
' Blonde,' Taichi observed, ' That's him, all right. That hot, sex-'
"
Do you want me to treat that eye a bit?
Looks like you took a few wicked ones back there."
Now
that he thought about it, it WAS kind of throbbing...
But
without another warning, the blonde strode over to close Taichi and placed a
wet washcloth over his right eye.
Taichi winced instinctively as the coldness swept over him.
'
Why in the world does he have a wet washcloth with him? It's like he was expecting me or
something...'
He
wasn't given any more time to explore that thought when he felt a chilly breeze
against his face. He opened his free
eye to see Yamato blowing gently on him.
The coldness stopped stinging, and he began to relax, letting Yamato's
blowing ease his pain. It felt so
soothing, so comfortable, and maybe a little... erotic, even...
His
other eye opened, now numb, and stared into Yamato's starling blue eyes...
Half
dazed, half jaded...
****
Tsuzuku...
****
Sorry
for forgetting about the other three guys ^^;;
I've been in a very Taito mood lately, but I promise to get some of the
other bishounen action in the next part!
Please R+R! ^_^
I
haven't really decided the seme/uke factors, either... I tend to see Taito fans
go for anything as long as Tai and Matt are yah-yah, but the Yamachi fans tend
to stick to Yama seme, Tai uke and don't really like it the other way around...
but that's just from what I've seen ^^;;
I go for both (which I really dun see why people should complain about
because it's still Tai and Yama ;_;).
I'm also for Daiken, but I can kind of understand where Kensuke comes
from. I just have problems with seeing
a girly Dai @_@ And TK.. uh... I'll get
to that later. Actually, I see it
rather amusing to put him as an all out seme... lol.
All
right, my Japanese romanizing sux, and my Japanese grammar sux, so I make
errors, just humor me, ne? I only know
the stuff I catch from watching too much subtitled Anime ^^;;
Arigatou.
Kansha shitemasu.- "Thank you. I'm
grateful."
Sate
to, kimi wa- "So, you're..."
desu-
Erm.... it's pretty much a confirmation addition...
Ah,
sou. Ore wa Ishida Yamato.- "Ah, I
see. I'm Ishida Yamato."
Tsuzuku-
To be Continued
*Edited
5/22/01, Thanx to Libek for correcting some of my newbieness ^_^
Splash
http://gottaito.cjb.net