Admissions
Title: Admissions
What: Digimon Tamers fanfiction - short story
Rating: T for sexual references
Words: 1258
Summary: Jaarin is more drunk than she'd like to admit, which only makes her little brother's ex-boyfriend that much more attractive. Jaarin/Ryo and Jaarin|Jen bonding, mentions of past Jenrya/Ryo, Ryo/Ruki, and Jaarin/OC. Fiberglass universe gaiden set about five years into the future of said. Written for 15pairings using theme #07 - drunk.
Notes: HAI THAR CRACKFIC! The outright quotes from Fiberglass Slipper and An Easy Mistake are entirely deliberate. And that last bit is somewhat factual, in New Zealand, at least.
Sample: Her next argument was going to be that just like you can’t go out with your best friend’s exes, you can’t go out with your little brother’s either...
It seemed like a good idea at the time. If she or Rinchei played the Responsible Adult at Jen’s twentieth birthday party, he and his friends (definitely not Shuichon, of course not) could drink without having the embarrassing supervision of Mom and Dad, because apart from Ruki, the rest of Jen’s friends turn twenty next year and thus can’t legally drink yet and should really have an eye kept on them. Rinchei was unimpressed with the idea, and Jaarin is a nice older sister, so the job fell to her, and, to some rather mediocre extent, to Ryo, who’s only about four years younger than her but is drinking everyone under the table and is, as such, completely useless as a Responsible Adult.
(It never occurs to Jaarin that if she’s capitalizing Responsible Adult in her head, she’s more drunk than she’d care to admit, too.)
Ryo is, however, far more attractive than usual with her beer goggles on, and this almost (but not quite) puts him on, well, Gackt levels. He always was a flatterer, even when he was going out with Jen five years ago (Jen never mentioned what happened that made them break up, or so much as named the instigator of the breakup), and now that he’s drunk and apparently on the rebound from some other random relationship (not with Ruki, the redhead makes it clear) he’s even worse.
(Unfortunately, Jaarin is also still reeling from her own breakup and is reciprocating more than she’d care to admit.)
Along with attractive and a flatterer, Ryo has also always been hard to say ‘no’ to, as Jen reflected mournfully after their breakup and as Jaarin has discovered many times throughout the years when a post on her doujinshi circle’s blog resulted in an e-mail from Ryo within a few hours begging for a sneak preview of whatever she’d written about. Pleeease? For your baby brother’s boyfriend and biggest fan? Jen had been mortified enough that Ryo read her work in the first place, but even more so when he found out she’d been giving him previews. The Ryo Effect (as Jaarin terms it in her head) is more intense in person, and she keeps accepting drink after drink even though as the Responsible Adult, she really shouldn’t be drinking herself.
(Jaarin would never admit that it’s rather flattering that one of her baby brother’s friends seems to find her attractive. Later on, she decides without conviction that he wants her for her doujinshi.)
Shuichon seems to have made a half-hearted effort to decorate the apartment for Christmas three months early this year (Jaarin later finds out that she’d made the full effort only to have Lopmon, Jen, and Mom take most of it down) so when Ryo maneuvers her under the mistletoe (was that there when she came in?) and kisses her, she doesn’t complain about the alcohol on his breath or the fact that it’s nowhere near Christmas, she just kisses him back without really thinking about it. And god, it’s no wonder Jen went out for him for so long despite the whole awkward love triangle they had going on with Ruki because Ryo’s kisses are about as fantastic as his baby blue eyes.
And that’s what reminds her, really, to pull away because this is Jen’s birthday party, and honestly... “Ryo, you went out with my baby brother.”
“I never would have realized that,” says Ryo, grinning, “thanks for the history lesson.”
“It’s his birthday party right now and we’re supposed to be Responsible Adults.”
Those capital letters don’t sound nearly as impressive out loud.
Ryo sighs. “Jaarin-sama...”
Her next argument was going to be that just like you can’t go out with your best friend’s exes, you can’t go out with your little brother’s either, but that stupid honorific that he tends to use with her simply because of a few fanfics that happened to translate well into comic books pushes her over the edge of rationality, and she kisses him even harder.
When they finally move apart to breathe, Jaarin tosses out a quick, “I’ve got a few things to take care of, so nobody kill or maim anyone, okay,” and drags Ryo into the hallway, closing the door on the lounge. Interestingly, he steers, albeit in the wrong direction at first.
“That’s Jen’s room,” Jaarin gasps, helping to remove her own sweater.
“Sorry,” Ryo offers off-handedly, “force of habit,” and then they’re kissing again and not talking and it’s all good.
The first two sections of the blood donation health questionnaire are easy enough to fill in. She hasn’t slept with anyone with AIDS, she doesn’t have hepatitis or hemophilia, and she’s never done any illegal drugs. She’s female and has never been a sex worker.
It’s the ‘You should not give blood for ONE YEAR after sex with...’ section that gets her. Shigeru, she knows, never went that far before she knew him, but then...
“Pick up, pick up...!”
“Jaari-neesan,” Jen says, sounding surprised. “How are you?”
“Trying to donate blood,” Jaarin snaps. “Did you and Ryo ever...?”
She lets it hang. Jen’s always been smart, he likes history, he reads a lot, he’s her brother, for god’s sake.
And he’s silent for a moment. “That depends on your definition. Why?”
God, she really doesn’t want to be thinking about her little brother having sex. “I’m defining it as all the way. I don’t need to tell you why!”
“You’re asking me about my sex life,” Jen points out, “I think there should be a good reason. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be donating blood right now?”
Jaarin decides not to dignify that question with an answer.
“Oh my god!” yelps Jen. “You’re not telling me you and Ryo...?!”
“No, I’m not telling you,” she sighs, “so did you?”
“When?” Jen demands, ignoring her. “Since when do you and Ryo see each other on a regu... Not at my birthday party? You two did disappear for a while there! And you were supposed to be the Responsible Adults! Jaari-neesan! You slept with my ex-boyfriend! My first love! I thought there were rules against that sort of thing!”
Jen must be alone somewhere, he’d never launch into that kind of tirade around other people. “So did you or not?”
He sighs. It blows out the sound on her phone. Jaarin winces. “Welcome to the ‘I can’t donate blood any more unless I become a nun’ club.”
“Oh my god,” Jaarin works out despite herself, “how old were you, fifteen?”
“Almost,” Jen admits. “Look, as much as I’m loving the awkwardness of this conversation...”
“Places to go, digimon to blow up, ex-boyfriends to kill for sleeping with your sister, I get it,” she replies. “Talk to you later?”
“Yes, but not about my sex life, which for your information sadly does not exist at the moment anyway,” her little brother informs her.
“Momentai!”
“I could say the same to you,” he points out. “Later.”
With a sigh, Jaarin puts her phone away and marks ‘Yes’, any of the above could apply to her, in the ‘You should not give blood for ONE YEAR after sex with...’ section, before taking the barely half-finished form back to reception. “Sorry,” she tells the receptionist, “I can’t donate right now. I’ll be back in a year.”
“You too, huh?” says another man there. “Hmm, a nice girl like you, let me guess: Slept with a hemophiliac?”
Jaarin files her sense of shame away for now and turns to face him. “My brother’s ex-boyfriend, actually.”
What: Digimon Tamers fanfiction - short story
Rating: T for sexual references
Words: 1258
Summary: Jaarin is more drunk than she'd like to admit, which only makes her little brother's ex-boyfriend that much more attractive. Jaarin/Ryo and Jaarin|Jen bonding, mentions of past Jenrya/Ryo, Ryo/Ruki, and Jaarin/OC. Fiberglass universe gaiden set about five years into the future of said. Written for 15pairings using theme #07 - drunk.
Notes: HAI THAR CRACKFIC! The outright quotes from Fiberglass Slipper and An Easy Mistake are entirely deliberate. And that last bit is somewhat factual, in New Zealand, at least.
Sample: Her next argument was going to be that just like you can’t go out with your best friend’s exes, you can’t go out with your little brother’s either...
It seemed like a good idea at the time. If she or Rinchei played the Responsible Adult at Jen’s twentieth birthday party, he and his friends (definitely not Shuichon, of course not) could drink without having the embarrassing supervision of Mom and Dad, because apart from Ruki, the rest of Jen’s friends turn twenty next year and thus can’t legally drink yet and should really have an eye kept on them. Rinchei was unimpressed with the idea, and Jaarin is a nice older sister, so the job fell to her, and, to some rather mediocre extent, to Ryo, who’s only about four years younger than her but is drinking everyone under the table and is, as such, completely useless as a Responsible Adult.
(It never occurs to Jaarin that if she’s capitalizing Responsible Adult in her head, she’s more drunk than she’d care to admit, too.)
Ryo is, however, far more attractive than usual with her beer goggles on, and this almost (but not quite) puts him on, well, Gackt levels. He always was a flatterer, even when he was going out with Jen five years ago (Jen never mentioned what happened that made them break up, or so much as named the instigator of the breakup), and now that he’s drunk and apparently on the rebound from some other random relationship (not with Ruki, the redhead makes it clear) he’s even worse.
(Unfortunately, Jaarin is also still reeling from her own breakup and is reciprocating more than she’d care to admit.)
Along with attractive and a flatterer, Ryo has also always been hard to say ‘no’ to, as Jen reflected mournfully after their breakup and as Jaarin has discovered many times throughout the years when a post on her doujinshi circle’s blog resulted in an e-mail from Ryo within a few hours begging for a sneak preview of whatever she’d written about. Pleeease? For your baby brother’s boyfriend and biggest fan? Jen had been mortified enough that Ryo read her work in the first place, but even more so when he found out she’d been giving him previews. The Ryo Effect (as Jaarin terms it in her head) is more intense in person, and she keeps accepting drink after drink even though as the Responsible Adult, she really shouldn’t be drinking herself.
(Jaarin would never admit that it’s rather flattering that one of her baby brother’s friends seems to find her attractive. Later on, she decides without conviction that he wants her for her doujinshi.)
Shuichon seems to have made a half-hearted effort to decorate the apartment for Christmas three months early this year (Jaarin later finds out that she’d made the full effort only to have Lopmon, Jen, and Mom take most of it down) so when Ryo maneuvers her under the mistletoe (was that there when she came in?) and kisses her, she doesn’t complain about the alcohol on his breath or the fact that it’s nowhere near Christmas, she just kisses him back without really thinking about it. And god, it’s no wonder Jen went out for him for so long despite the whole awkward love triangle they had going on with Ruki because Ryo’s kisses are about as fantastic as his baby blue eyes.
And that’s what reminds her, really, to pull away because this is Jen’s birthday party, and honestly... “Ryo, you went out with my baby brother.”
“I never would have realized that,” says Ryo, grinning, “thanks for the history lesson.”
“It’s his birthday party right now and we’re supposed to be Responsible Adults.”
Those capital letters don’t sound nearly as impressive out loud.
Ryo sighs. “Jaarin-sama...”
Her next argument was going to be that just like you can’t go out with your best friend’s exes, you can’t go out with your little brother’s either, but that stupid honorific that he tends to use with her simply because of a few fanfics that happened to translate well into comic books pushes her over the edge of rationality, and she kisses him even harder.
When they finally move apart to breathe, Jaarin tosses out a quick, “I’ve got a few things to take care of, so nobody kill or maim anyone, okay,” and drags Ryo into the hallway, closing the door on the lounge. Interestingly, he steers, albeit in the wrong direction at first.
“That’s Jen’s room,” Jaarin gasps, helping to remove her own sweater.
“Sorry,” Ryo offers off-handedly, “force of habit,” and then they’re kissing again and not talking and it’s all good.
The first two sections of the blood donation health questionnaire are easy enough to fill in. She hasn’t slept with anyone with AIDS, she doesn’t have hepatitis or hemophilia, and she’s never done any illegal drugs. She’s female and has never been a sex worker.
It’s the ‘You should not give blood for ONE YEAR after sex with...’ section that gets her. Shigeru, she knows, never went that far before she knew him, but then...
“Pick up, pick up...!”
“Jaari-neesan,” Jen says, sounding surprised. “How are you?”
“Trying to donate blood,” Jaarin snaps. “Did you and Ryo ever...?”
She lets it hang. Jen’s always been smart, he likes history, he reads a lot, he’s her brother, for god’s sake.
And he’s silent for a moment. “That depends on your definition. Why?”
God, she really doesn’t want to be thinking about her little brother having sex. “I’m defining it as all the way. I don’t need to tell you why!”
“You’re asking me about my sex life,” Jen points out, “I think there should be a good reason. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be donating blood right now?”
Jaarin decides not to dignify that question with an answer.
“Oh my god!” yelps Jen. “You’re not telling me you and Ryo...?!”
“No, I’m not telling you,” she sighs, “so did you?”
“When?” Jen demands, ignoring her. “Since when do you and Ryo see each other on a regu... Not at my birthday party? You two did disappear for a while there! And you were supposed to be the Responsible Adults! Jaari-neesan! You slept with my ex-boyfriend! My first love! I thought there were rules against that sort of thing!”
Jen must be alone somewhere, he’d never launch into that kind of tirade around other people. “So did you or not?”
He sighs. It blows out the sound on her phone. Jaarin winces. “Welcome to the ‘I can’t donate blood any more unless I become a nun’ club.”
“Oh my god,” Jaarin works out despite herself, “how old were you, fifteen?”
“Almost,” Jen admits. “Look, as much as I’m loving the awkwardness of this conversation...”
“Places to go, digimon to blow up, ex-boyfriends to kill for sleeping with your sister, I get it,” she replies. “Talk to you later?”
“Yes, but not about my sex life, which for your information sadly does not exist at the moment anyway,” her little brother informs her.
“Momentai!”
“I could say the same to you,” he points out. “Later.”
With a sigh, Jaarin puts her phone away and marks ‘Yes’, any of the above could apply to her, in the ‘You should not give blood for ONE YEAR after sex with...’ section, before taking the barely half-finished form back to reception. “Sorry,” she tells the receptionist, “I can’t donate right now. I’ll be back in a year.”
“You too, huh?” says another man there. “Hmm, a nice girl like you, let me guess: Slept with a hemophiliac?”
Jaarin files her sense of shame away for now and turns to face him. “My brother’s ex-boyfriend, actually.”