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The
Bishounen Boys
Part
3: "Focus"
By
Splash
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A/N:
"Focus" is Takeru's 02 image song for the Best Partner series
^_^ It's my third favorite, but it's
probably my first favorite lyric-wise ^^;;
Credit to Gijinka Wormmon for lyrics!
They're in English for this fic, but if you want Romanized lyrics or
something, Megchan (www.megchan.com/digimon) should have them, or I could email
you them.
Nobody
seemed to notice that during Taichi's schedule talk he didn't have a backpack
during the whole day, yet when he left the school he had one with him ^^;; I meant to type it into the story, but I
guess it slipped my mind, but his mother dropped it off for him during 6th hour
and he had to come pick it up, nothing embarrassing ^_^
Matt:
You and your strange ways of filling up plot holes...
It
wasn't really a plot hole....... T_T
And
in 2002, the Portage schools opened at August 12. I'm not sure if that will really happen or not, but with the
trends of school starting earlier and earlier around here, it's quite possible
>_<
All
right, let's get some Taito and Daikenkeru started here... you know, this
series is going a LOT slower than I thought it would, which is a good thing to
me. I'm not much for stories with
light-speed plots ^^;;
****
~August
20, 2002~
The
first thing he noticed entering his third hour class was a certain blonde male
sitting in the front corner of the room.
Smiling at the recognizable face, Taichi took the vacant seat to the
right of him. The instant his bottom
made contact with the chair, it attracted the attention of everyone behind
him. Spotting the newbie brunette next
to the newbie blonde gave them even more mindless ideas for gossip...
"
Yamato, you have this class, too? Where
were you yesterday?" Taichi said in the language they discussed the day
before.
"
I had a field trip... lasted until the middle of 6th hour," the blonde
replied, eyeing the people staring at them at the sound of foreign words.
" I'm glad we have this class together.
It's a complete nightmare and you've got to have a partner, or else
you're just swimming in a pool full of sharks."
The
teacher stepped into the room at that moment, cup of coffee in hand. "
Being the reliable honor type students you are, you've all got your notes out,
right?" he barked, gazing around the classroom.
Of
course, being the honor type students, they all concluded that taking orders
from a dictating teacher with a horribly balding head was a chore. However, the detention slips in the
teacher's other hand was enough to motivate them to dig through their
jam-packed school bags and find their notebooks.
The
hour flew by, and not just because of the video they watched the entire hour
(Monty Python and the Holy Grail, mainly to see that one guy talk about
government...), but the little transfer of notes between the two boys...
"
What do you have next hour?"
"
French, and you?"
"
Wow... I have French, too. Do you have
Mrs. Siminton?"
"
No, I have Mrs. Murphy. I heard your
class was a lot smarter...that's easy to believe."
"
I guess. What lunch do you have?"
"
A. That's the first one, right?"
"
It comes before the other letters in the alphabet... That's sweet, I have it
too. I think we better hold off the
notes. I could've sworn Mr. Andrews saw
us..."
So
after an aggravating French hour full of "NO, that goes with avoir, not
être!" and " Prendre goes into pris, not prené!" Taichi's long
awaited lunch hour arrived. He had been
hungry since the beginning of second hour, despite the huge breakfast he
gobbled down fifteen minutes before school started. If that's how a normal feeding day went, he'd hate to see his
condition if he DIDN'T have breakfast... or if he had any lunch beside the
first one.
Peering
across the cafeteria, he spotted Yamato waiting patiently at an empty table
(although surrounded by tables of female groupies who admired him in
secret). As he went to join the blonde,
the murmurs seemed to become even more scrambled at the revelation. For the first few minutes, the boys kept a mutual
silence, catching bits and pieces of the gossip as they consumed their meals.
"
Hey, aren't both of those boys from Japan?
Wow..."
"
Do you think they already knew each other?
Maybe that's why they're at the same table."
"
Lise, do you think I have any chance with the big-haired dude?"
The
brunette darted his eyes toward the general direction of the last, clear
statement.
"
Not if you don't even know his name."
"
Lise, you've talked to him before, right?
YOU know his name! Come on, tell
me!"
"
Taichi."
And
now Yamato's attention was caught, hearing the first correct accent from a
female ever since he arrived in this whorehouse.
"
What?"
"
Taichi."
A
pause. " ... What kind of name is THAT?"
"
A Japanese one. Makes sense, doesn't
it? You didn't expect him to have a
name like Fred or something, did you?"
"
Well... not really. What was it
again?"
Lise
sighed, pitying the girl for her slowness. " Taichi."
"
Oh, is that like those funky slow motion karate things people are always doing
on TV commercials and stuff?"
"
That's Tai Chi, they're two different words.
But it's spelled the same."
"
Cool. So what's his last name,
then?"
Again,
in a beautiful Japanese accent. " Yagami."
"
...What?"
****
"
You can sing, right?"
The
question seemed to pop-up out of nowhere, but then again, it was actually an
appropriate question since it concerned
the reason why Ken came into Takeru's apartment.
"
Yeah," the dark haired boy responded, taking off his shoes without
bothering to use his hands. They had
been worn down enough that he could do something like that. " People say I
sound like an angel."
"
I would rather go for the 'devil' reputation," Daisuke chimed, grinning
wildly.
Takeru
smirked, mildly amused. " Wanna head to my room?"
"
Uh, sure," the newcomer replied, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable to
the new environment. More smiles arose
from the other two boys' faces as they tottered ahead, leading the way through
the small apartment. Ken glanced over
at the family pictures hung on the wall of Takeru and his mother, and then at
the sofa with purple and white vertical stripes. Ignoring the strange taste in furniture, he slowly followed the
other two boys.
Once
in the room, Daisuke proceeded to make himself comfortable on the host's
four-post bed, stretching out his limbs and taking over the entire space. Takeru gave a lock of mock dismal and
roughly shoved the boy's legs off the bed to make room for himself, only to be
kicked in the head for invading the goggle boy's space.
Ken
entered the room to encounter Takeru and Daisuke in awkward positions, sprawled
across the bed. Whether they were just
being territorial or just playing...
Blushing
slightly, the raven haired boy decided to make haven on the desk chair
nearby. Settling himself down backwards
so he could rest his head on his arms (which were on the backrest of the
chair), he tried his best to avoid watching the bed-fight scene), thinking
about "other thoughts" in his mind.
Oddly, the thought that "raven," rhymed with "haven"
was enough to keep him occupied.
"
Ah! That's better."
The
blush that had refused to cease only worsened.
A fleeting contemplation about what they did together before he came
along was pushed away as the clothes shuffling died away. Ken turned his attention back to the bed to
see that the boys had settled their little dispute... Daisuke still in his
original position, but where one of his legs was previously stretched out was
Takeru, sitting down on half a foot area of space, a defeated look on his face.
"
You know, I am SO glad we got a half day today and the high school kids
didn't. For once WE get something
extra!" Daisuke rambled, obviously contented with his victory.
"
So... um..." The blonde uttered, trying to make his hair less messy
(whether it was from the hat or the little thing before, Ken didn't bother to
ask), " Let's get started. We've
got a lot of work ahead of us."
****
"
Come on, kids, we've got a lot of work ahead of us! This is no time to fool around, so settle down!"
The
students were scattered around the large room, chatting wildly, yet aware of
the teacher's orders. Maybe it was out
of disrespect or just the fact that they liked to chat, but it certainly didn't
make the teacher any happier. Waiting
for her commands to be carried out, she glanced around the room looking for her
new student, only to see him missing.
Her class WAS rather difficult to find, so she would probably let the
tardiness slide... this time.
When
everyone had finally found a place to sit down five minutes later, the teacher
stood up from her chair and spoke, " Class, we have a new addition to our
orchestra... who's not here yet."
"
Is it a guy?" one of the females immediately chirped, viola securely
tucked under her arm.
The
entire class broke in a mad raging fit of giggles and laughs at the question
just as two newcomers entered the orchestra room.
The
teacher, the only one to see them, demanded, " What took you boys so
long?"
While
Taichi awed at the teacher's quick transition from silly to serious, the blonde
next to him answered. " I gave Taichi over here a new tour around the
lunch area. My deepest apologies, Mrs.
Hinderliter."
"
Go get your instruments while I settle the class," she replied, satisfied
with the excuse.
****
Within
an hour, Takeru had jammed the melody of his song into our heads so much that
it would probably be stuck there for
the next few months. But we knew it
well, at least. Now we just needed to
learn the words. Not so hard, right?
After
twenty minutes of Takeru's badgering for us to get the lyrics
"perfectly," Daisuke began complaining to get some water for his
hurting throat. I made Takeru take a
second trip to the kitchen after realizing my own ache.
We
talked quietly for a while, conserving our voices.
"
You guys sing pretty great," I complimented, still feeling shy, " Are
you in choir?"
"
Yep. Dai and I. What about you, Ichijouji-kun?"
"
I'm in band," I looked down at my hands on my lap, as if being part of a
different class was a sin of some sort.
"
Kakoi! What instrument do you
play?" Daisuke said, enthusiasm at a high.
Still
looking down, " Um... saxophone."
"
Shuweeeeeeeet." Now why did that
sound so close...?
I
averted my eyes upwards, casting them on a gigantic grin right in front of
me. When did he-
"
D-Daisuke!" I shot back, falling head over heels in surprise. That's the last time I'm sitting on a chair
backwards.
Takeru
rolled over in his bed laughing, Daisuke still with his grin, though with a
touch of pity in the way he looked at me.
"
Sorry, Ken, didn't mean to surprise you there.
Heh, heh..."
Sighing,
I gazed across the room upside down, feeling funny seeing the carpet as the
ceiling and the ceiling as the floor.
My eye caught an interesting picture frame carelessly placed on the
carpet, and I crawled back up to my feet to examine it.
When
Takeru had finished with his giggling fit, I asked him about the image inside
the borders of the frame.
"
Oh, back in Japan my mom was really close to this one guy, and the other person
in that picture is that guy's son. His
name's Yamato," Takeru replied, slightly tired from the exercise, "
He was such a cool guy. Hm..."
Sensing
Takeru going off into la-la land, Daisuke gave him a nice pinch on his
shorts-clad leg.
"
Daisuke! Why'd you do that?"
Takeru snapped, sitting up in a flash.
"
Are we going to learn that song or not, blondie?" Daisuke said chumly.
"
Um. Yeah," he replied, still stuck in a nostalgia cloud, " I wonder
what he's doing now, Yamato..."
****
"
You play the cello, Taichi?" Yamato blurted, mouth gaping open, "
...yikes."
"
The cellos here are pretty nice," Taichi commented, observing the beauty
he had in his hands, " I'm impressed."
Yamato
brought his violin case from one of the cubby holes, patiently waiting for his
friend. " Ready for your debut?
This orchestra is full of flirters... Nice ones, though."
The
brunette observed the line of wooden bows, checking their sturdyness and bow
hair quality. The one that he wanted to
use when he was in the storage room yesterday had already been taken, and he
probably wouldn't get to use it anytime soon.
" Flirters? Heh... Have you
fallen for any of them?"
He
replied with a casual shrug of his young shoulders. " No, I probably
couldn't even if I wanted to. They're
just... nice."
Finally
choosing the last bow, which happened to be the longest, Taichi picked up his
school cello by the neck, surprised by how heavy it was compared to his own
back home. He hadn't noticed that
before... oh well, he'd get used to with a couple days of work. " It's a
good change from all those sluts hanging around the school, at least."
"
Yeah..."
That
comment seemed to finalize their conversation, which was great since from
behind the storage room door they could indistinctly hear, " Hey, what're
you boys doing in there?" from their middle-aged teacher.
Taichi
gave a somewhat concerned expression to Yamato, hearing the giggles beyond that
storage door as they approached it.
"
Don't worry, they're always this perverted," Yamato said, the arm bearing
his instrument case (strapped on his shoulder) ready to push the door open.
The
cello player's brows furrowed even further, doing the opposite of what Yamato
had intended them to do. " Yeah, but the TEACHER?" The sides of the
blonde's mouth curled upward and he breathed out something that sounded vaguely
like "teh" before slinging his arm around Taichi's backside with his
free arm. With a split second utter of
surprise, the brunette blinked as additional light from the orchestra room
spread onto his face.
The
two boys stepped out, instantly attracting stares from the entire orchestra as
Yamato went over to the choir risers to set up his instrument, taking Taichi
with him. And Taichi couldn't help
wondering why the blonde's presence was sending strange, fluttery chills
crawling through the nerves on his back...
****
~August
29, 2002~
"
Boys, are you ready?"
They
nodded in unison in such a way that it was obvious they had practiced their
sync over and over again, and were so serious about one song that they refused
to speak 24 hours before their performance in order to save their voice.
Takeru
handed a tape recording of his song to the teacher, along with the lyrics
(romanized and English). He walked over
to the person sitting in one of the front desks and handed her a stack of
papers, letting her catch the drift to hand them to the others, and then
followed the others to the front of the class.
They had a group huddle (which meant Daisuke bringing Takeru and Ken's
foreheads close to his), turning their back towards the class. The teacher wondered what the huddle was
for, but she was fascinated more with the way they were handling
everything. All of the past students
who had chosen the song project had griped about it the entire way, yet she
heard not a single peep from this batch.
After
a while, the huddle split apart and Takeru took a step forward, announcing,
" Hey, I'm TK, that's Davis, and over there's Ken, and we'll be singing a
song composition that --we-- came up with, called 'Focus.' Unfortunately, this
song is in Japanese, but you should have a copy of the English translation in
front of you." He glanced over at
several of the desks and then at the girl he gave the stack to, who gave him a
wink.
Snorting
softly to himself, Takeru closed his eyes and started humming a low note. Daisuke followed, his own pitch higher. Ken finished the chord quickly, and they
opened their mouths to project a bit further.
And then, Takeru began with his first verse solo...
~I
realize that I'm looking at you
As
you stand obliquely
Is
the focus of your heart
On
me?
We've
been together since we were small
When
you ran and fell down, I always laughed
Even
though we're still not adults, we've ran
A
long way from that time
If
you don't realize it, that's good
I'm
worried about you
The
you who only used to cry
Is
now standing in the light
Who
is the focus of your heart on?
I
only want
To
know that
No
matter how much I stretched, I couldn't reach it
The
door of that day is opening now
There
were a lot of things I really wanted to tell you
But
I couldn't say them well
Even
though we could only be protected
The
one I want to protect is...
I
realize that I'm looking at you
As
you stand obliquely
Is
the focus of your heart
On
me? I just
Want
to hear that
The
you who only used to cry
Is
now standing in the light
Who
is the focus of your heart on?
I
only want
To
know that...~
And
then there was silence in the classroom, nobody daring to make the first noise,
nobody daring to move. Those who had
heard the song were simply stunned by the last spoken lyrics and the song itself...
and those who had actually read the translations were even more impressed by
the lyric writing. The ring of the
harmony, the flow of the words, the excess emotion exerted...
The
teacher glanced down at her grade sheet, noticing the pencil in her hand had
somehow written a question mark next to the extra credit box. And she also noticed that her hand was
shaking, trembling like a frozen mouse.
This was BEYOND extra credit...
****
Tsuzuku...
****
Yeah,
Focus! Gotta luv that song ^_^ I was almost going to use Butterfly, but
then realized how overused that song is (I think I've read at least 3 Taito
fics where that song served the EXACT same purpose, Yamato singing it at one of
his concerts to announce his love to Taichi, hehe), but I still wanted one that
sounded lovey, and this was the first one I could remember at the top of my
head that sounded romantic! Anyhow, if
you haven't heard it, GET it! It's not
all slow and mushy like those other American love songs, it's kinda like
Butterfly, fast paced and... tuneful!
Is that a word?
Kakoi-Cool
I'll
probably be using Japanese less often, but you can naturally presume that they
Bish-Boys are speaking in Japanese when they're alone.. I only use Japanese when it REALLY sounds
better, and to me, that's not often ^^;;
It's not that I dislike the Japanese (anything but!), but it's just
awkward fitting it with English at most times, it's a language that should go
along with its own language ^^;;
This
chapter's a bit longer than the other ones because I thought it lacked
Yaoi-ness... I'll get to it soon, I hope!
It depends on my mood and your reviews...
"
Is it a guy?" actually happened in my orchestra! There's a lot of other interesting things that happened in
various classes (mainly orchestra), most of them a heck of a lot more perverted
~_^ It's a LOT of fun tying in my real
life into these fics if you haven't noticed already! Maybe that's what makes my Livejournal interesting... hm! J/k
^^;;
"
I wonder what he's doing now, Yamato..."- For any of you who read the
"Lost Star" Doujinshi, does this sound familiar? ~_^
Who
saw the cello-playing Tai coming?
Matt:
*raises his hand*
Don't
try to flatter me, Yama *whacks away* Here's some candy for your eye: http://gottaito.0catch.com/pics/Taicello.htm
Splash
Couldn't
help the mindless ranting in her notes again... -_- sigh...
http://gottaito.cjb.net