Fiberglass Slipper: Part 1 - Mid-April Showers...
Title: Fiberglass Slipper: Part 1 - Mid-April Showers...
What: Digimon Tamers fanfiction with some silly graphics
Rating: PG13
Words: 1708 + graphics
Summary: Jenrya breaks his arm in an attempt to climb a tree one-handed. Drama ensues, as well as several Digimon card battles (still lovingly based off the Pokemon TCG) and trades. Established Jenrya/Ryo, a bit of Ryo/Ruki later, background Takato/Juri. Written for 30_ways using theme #14 - trees. Part 1 of a WIP that's looking at at least five parts at the moment, egads.
Notes: With thanks to Tulip D-Signs for the card.
Alternate link: Fanfiction.net - clearly without the nice graphics and that
Sample: This is the last time you decide to have a picnic up a tree.
When Jenrya was Shuichon’s age, he fell off a swing in the park and broke his right wrist. Jaarin and Rinchei had little sympathy for his plight, so he taught himself how to do everything one-handed.
In retrospective, climbing a tree one-handed was possibly not such a good idea.
“This is the last time you decide to have a picnic up a tree,” Jenrya informs Ryo, gingerly supporting his arm (the right again, damn).
The older boy swallows what Jenrya thinks was going to be another “fuck” and ignores the scattered contents of the picnic basket. “I could have carried that-”
“But you didn’t,” replies Jenrya wearily, “and there’s nothing we can really do about it now.”
But Ryo’s already trying to do something, ripping off part of his shirt (Jenrya tries not to stare at the suddenly exposed skin) and making for Jenrya’s arm with it before- “Jen. You’re bleeding.”
“So I am,” says Jenrya, loud enough to cover Ryo’s “fuck” but still conversational. “You have a cellphone, you know.”
“Left it at home,” Ryo apologizes (Jenrya is getting rather sick of this tone), “yours?”
“Right pocket. Vest, not pants; you’re really picking your moment to grope me, aren’t you? And stop apologizing,” he adds, before Ryo’s mouth takes after the sheer panic in his eyes that screams ‘sorry!’ or possibly ‘fuck’.
Ryo stabs the emergency number, and panics into the phone. “Ambulance! Shinjuku Central Park, West Shinjuku. My b- friend broke his arm, he’s bleeding, and the radius is poking through, and- he fell down a tree! He was climbing it and carrying a picnic basket and- by the stream. Er, northeastern quarter.”
The ‘b-’ does not go unnoticed for Jenrya, and he dwells on the hesitation for a moment before his mind jumps to the next point of information - his bone is poking through? Ryo knows what bone it is? No, back to the bone. It’s poking through his skin. That would probably be why it hurts so much.
He feels kind of bad when Ryo rattles off his cellphone number without hesitation or error. The only reason he can ring or txt Ryo is his contacts list.
“Yeah, this is his phone. Ummm, half Chinese, indigo hair, orange vest, black shirt- me? Brown hair, red sweater- Ryo, Akiyama Ryo, yeah, from the Digimon games. Jenrya, Lee Jenrya,” Ryo glances at Jenrya, who watches him in return, “my boyfriend.”
“You said it,” remarks Jenrya in surprise, and blacks out.
“It feels like old times again,” Jenrya comments, when Ryo, Takato, Ruki, Juri, Hirokazu, Kenta, and nearly everyone’s partners (only Renamon is missing, which really isn’t much of a surprise) are all crowding into his room to ogle his cast.
“Except for the whole broken arm thing.” replies Takato. “Here.”
He shoves a basket and envelope at him. Terriermon peeks inside the basket and takes charge of it.
“Er, thanks,” Jenrya responds, taking the envelope and opening it.
“I only had one!” Terriermon protests, when Jenrya raises an eyebrow at him.
“And a half,” corrects Ryo, with a grin. Then he continues scrawling on his cast.
“Good,” says Jenrya, turning his attention on him, “you’ve stopped apologizing. It was unbecoming.”
Ruki snorts.
Kenta merely looks skeptical. “How long did he babble apologies at you in hospital?”
“Half an hour,” Terriermon replies, blatantly passing a roll to a delighted Guilmon, “I had to threaten him with sedation.”
Jenrya notes the cards going back and forth between Ruki and Ryo. “Ruki, stop ripping off Ryo while he’s distracted by my cast.” She has the good grace to look at least slightly sorry, so he turns back to Ryo. “Were you right about the radius?”
“Of course,” Ryo scoffs. “I’m good at PE."
Jenrya allows himself a moment to picture the older boy in PE shorts.
Ruki pulls him from his reverie, grabbing the pen off Ryo and making for his cast with it. “What, because it doesn’t take any brains?”
“Shut up, Ruki, I’m brilliant at physics.” Ryo steals a glance at Jenrya. “And chemistry.”
He’s not joking, but Jenrya hopes everyone thinks he’s just talking about science.
Ruki’s phone is a great distraction. After ’kazu’s obligatory mockery of her ring tone (“Koda Kumi, Ruki? Really?”), which she still insists her mother reprogrammed, she reads the txt message and wrinkles her nose. “Sorry, I have to go see a kabuki play with my grandma.”
“Kajincho?” asks Takato. Ruki nods. “What a weird coincidence, we were going to see that too.”
“Oh, joy.”
“Pass the pen?” says ’kazu.
“Beautiful,” Kenta declares it, unconvinced. “My turn.”
Juri spins in Jenrya’s computer chair and looks at the clock onscreen. “Takato, we’re running a bit late.”
“Sorry, we’ve gotta go,” Takato apologizes. “Guilmon, go back to the park, okay?”
Terriermon glances between Jenrya and Ryo. “Do you want me to go with him?”
Jenrya replies without thinking. “Okay.”
Looking at the older boy, Terriermon regards him warily, then hops onto Guilmon’s head. “Uh-huh. Don’t go breaking his other arm or anything.”
Ryo smiles. “Momentai, Te.”
Jenrya’s mother appears in the doorway. “Kenta, your mother’s here.”
They can hear her yelling from the front door. “Kenta, remember, you had to clean out the hamster cage today!”
“Darn, I forgot about that,” complains Kenta. “Kazu, you coming?”
“Sure, you know I love Zeromaru.”
“I can’t believe you named your hamster Zero,” Ryo groans.
“It’s a great name for a hamster!” Kenta protests.
Marine Angemon giggles.
All too soon, the other Tamers are leaving the apartment, Takato screeching, “See you tomorrow!”
Ryo watches the Digimon file out the door, then eyes Jenrya. “Right. Just the two of us.”
“Like the last time we were alone together?” Jenrya teases, then regrets it when Ryo glances at his cast with a wince.
“Jen, I know you said no more apologies, but if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you...”
“Oh, I can think of something.”
His tone is deceptively light, but Ryo translates it correctly, nodding at him and closing the door. Then he’s at his side, a hand cupping his face. He smells like sweat and sand, and when Ryo kisses him, he tastes like Odaiba in the fall. It’s a soft kiss, uncharacteristic of him, one that whispers ‘I’m sorry’, and Jenrya tries to tell him without words that it’s okay, smiling into his mouth and pulling him closer with his good arm. He gets the message and deepens the kiss and accidentally bumps his teeth into Jenrya’s, making him laugh, but he swallows Jenrya’s laughter and by the time he pulls away, they’re both panting.
“The paramedics asked me,” Ryo murmurs, “the phone operator told them you’re my- what I’d said about you, and they asked me if we’re,” he averts his gaze, a faint blush further staining his already flushed cheeks, “sexually active, and could I have given you anything, or are you HIV positive.”
Jenrya’s stomach lurches at the thought of being ‘sexually active’ with Ryo. He tries not to let his reddening face detract from what he hopes is a calm tone. “And what did you tell them?”
The look on Ryo’s face says ‘you’re insane’. “The truth: We’re not.” He hesitates, and then: “Would you like to be?”
Jenrya’s stomach trips and falls over. Against his will, his brain cycles through sex ed classes and how to put a condom on a banana and the importance of asking your sexual partners whether they have ever had any sexually transmitted diseases or HIV. Purely as a way to make it stop, he blurts out, “Ask me again when my arm isn’t covered in plaster.”
“Fiberglass,” Ryo corrects him reflexively, then, “Alright.”
And then they’re kissing again and not talking and it’s all good.
“I don’t get it. A mountain in Canada?”
“Good, that means no one else will get it. I can’t draw leaves, alright?”
“The evidence suggests you can draw leaves, but only maple leaves.”
“Look, it’s my name.”
“...I should call you Rocky?”
“Akiyama. Break it down into ‘aki’ and ‘yama’ and it means ‘autumn mountain’.”
“Still looks like a maple leaf.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me. Mm, I didn’t really mean...”
“I think you did.”
“Lower, I can’t cover tha-ow. No, that’s good.”
“Don’t you ever stop talking?”
“Not often. So, what does Ryo mean?”
“Distant. I drew the whole thing small.”
“Funny. Hey, what are you adding now?”
“Oh, I get it. Akiyama Ryo loves Jian. That’s sweet.”
“You know I do, right?”
“Guess I do now.”
The next day, Takato searches for a free spot on Jenrya’s cast. “Sorry I couldn’t sign yesterday. Oh, what’s this? Ryo loves you, cute.”
“Damn,” says Jenrya, impressed, “that was meant to be all symbolic and artsy.”
“You forget I do art. Aha.” Takato picks up a marker. “Terriermon, look this way?”
“Hey, pretty decent,” Terriermon approves. “But did you have to sign it on my ears?”
“Yeah. How else are people gonna know I drew it?”
“Gee, I don’t know; maybe with a big fat ‘BY MATSUDA TAKATO’ underneath it?” suggests the child.
Takato considers this, surveying the cast. “It’s tempting, but Shuichon drew so much on it there’s not enough room.”
“I just couldn’t keep the pen away from her,” Jenrya sighs. “’kazu’s signature is pretty big as well.”
Jenrya has Terriermon dial then hold the phone for him. It’s not like he’s particularly crippled, he just figures he’ll take advantage of the sympathy while he can, and Terriermon is remarkably lenient on that sort of thing. “Ruki, favor?”
“What?”
“Thanks to the whole arm thing, my parents now don’t trust Ryo alone with me outside the house, and insist I have to have at least one other person around.”
“You still haven’t told them you’re going out, have you?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Why do I have to be your third wheel, I thought Takato was your ‘best friend’.”
“I fear Takato is lost to us all forever,” Jenrya sighs. “Hey, who’s your best friend, Ru?”
Ruki is silent. Jenrya suspects it’s him. “When’s he coming up?”
“That’s not an answer,” he replies sweetly. “Next Saturday, eleven. Meet you at the station?”
“Whatever.” But she sounds kind of pleased.
Part 2 - ...Bring May Flowers
What: Digimon Tamers fanfiction with some silly graphics
Rating: PG13
Words: 1708 + graphics
Summary: Jenrya breaks his arm in an attempt to climb a tree one-handed. Drama ensues, as well as several Digimon card battles (still lovingly based off the Pokemon TCG) and trades. Established Jenrya/Ryo, a bit of Ryo/Ruki later, background Takato/Juri. Written for 30_ways using theme #14 - trees. Part 1 of a WIP that's looking at at least five parts at the moment, egads.
Notes: With thanks to Tulip D-Signs for the card.
Alternate link: Fanfiction.net - clearly without the nice graphics and that
Sample: This is the last time you decide to have a picnic up a tree.
When Jenrya was Shuichon’s age, he fell off a swing in the park and broke his right wrist. Jaarin and Rinchei had little sympathy for his plight, so he taught himself how to do everything one-handed.
In retrospective, climbing a tree one-handed was possibly not such a good idea.
“This is the last time you decide to have a picnic up a tree,” Jenrya informs Ryo, gingerly supporting his arm (the right again, damn).
The older boy swallows what Jenrya thinks was going to be another “fuck” and ignores the scattered contents of the picnic basket. “I could have carried that-”
“But you didn’t,” replies Jenrya wearily, “and there’s nothing we can really do about it now.”
But Ryo’s already trying to do something, ripping off part of his shirt (Jenrya tries not to stare at the suddenly exposed skin) and making for Jenrya’s arm with it before- “Jen. You’re bleeding.”
“So I am,” says Jenrya, loud enough to cover Ryo’s “fuck” but still conversational. “You have a cellphone, you know.”
“Left it at home,” Ryo apologizes (Jenrya is getting rather sick of this tone), “yours?”
“Right pocket. Vest, not pants; you’re really picking your moment to grope me, aren’t you? And stop apologizing,” he adds, before Ryo’s mouth takes after the sheer panic in his eyes that screams ‘sorry!’ or possibly ‘fuck’.
Ryo stabs the emergency number, and panics into the phone. “Ambulance! Shinjuku Central Park, West Shinjuku. My b- friend broke his arm, he’s bleeding, and the radius is poking through, and- he fell down a tree! He was climbing it and carrying a picnic basket and- by the stream. Er, northeastern quarter.”
The ‘b-’ does not go unnoticed for Jenrya, and he dwells on the hesitation for a moment before his mind jumps to the next point of information - his bone is poking through? Ryo knows what bone it is? No, back to the bone. It’s poking through his skin. That would probably be why it hurts so much.
He feels kind of bad when Ryo rattles off his cellphone number without hesitation or error. The only reason he can ring or txt Ryo is his contacts list.
“Yeah, this is his phone. Ummm, half Chinese, indigo hair, orange vest, black shirt- me? Brown hair, red sweater- Ryo, Akiyama Ryo, yeah, from the Digimon games. Jenrya, Lee Jenrya,” Ryo glances at Jenrya, who watches him in return, “my boyfriend.”
“You said it,” remarks Jenrya in surprise, and blacks out.
“It feels like old times again,” Jenrya comments, when Ryo, Takato, Ruki, Juri, Hirokazu, Kenta, and nearly everyone’s partners (only Renamon is missing, which really isn’t much of a surprise) are all crowding into his room to ogle his cast.
“Except for the whole broken arm thing.” replies Takato. “Here.”
He shoves a basket and envelope at him. Terriermon peeks inside the basket and takes charge of it.
“Er, thanks,” Jenrya responds, taking the envelope and opening it.
“I only had one!” Terriermon protests, when Jenrya raises an eyebrow at him.
“And a half,” corrects Ryo, with a grin. Then he continues scrawling on his cast.
“Good,” says Jenrya, turning his attention on him, “you’ve stopped apologizing. It was unbecoming.”
Ruki snorts.
Kenta merely looks skeptical. “How long did he babble apologies at you in hospital?”
“Half an hour,” Terriermon replies, blatantly passing a roll to a delighted Guilmon, “I had to threaten him with sedation.”
Jenrya notes the cards going back and forth between Ruki and Ryo. “Ruki, stop ripping off Ryo while he’s distracted by my cast.” She has the good grace to look at least slightly sorry, so he turns back to Ryo. “Were you right about the radius?”
“Of course,” Ryo scoffs. “I’m good at PE."
Jenrya allows himself a moment to picture the older boy in PE shorts.
Ruki pulls him from his reverie, grabbing the pen off Ryo and making for his cast with it. “What, because it doesn’t take any brains?”
“Shut up, Ruki, I’m brilliant at physics.” Ryo steals a glance at Jenrya. “And chemistry.”
He’s not joking, but Jenrya hopes everyone thinks he’s just talking about science.
Ruki’s phone is a great distraction. After ’kazu’s obligatory mockery of her ring tone (“Koda Kumi, Ruki? Really?”), which she still insists her mother reprogrammed, she reads the txt message and wrinkles her nose. “Sorry, I have to go see a kabuki play with my grandma.”
“Kajincho?” asks Takato. Ruki nods. “What a weird coincidence, we were going to see that too.”
“Oh, joy.”
“Pass the pen?” says ’kazu.
“Beautiful,” Kenta declares it, unconvinced. “My turn.”
Juri spins in Jenrya’s computer chair and looks at the clock onscreen. “Takato, we’re running a bit late.”
“Sorry, we’ve gotta go,” Takato apologizes. “Guilmon, go back to the park, okay?”
Terriermon glances between Jenrya and Ryo. “Do you want me to go with him?”
Jenrya replies without thinking. “Okay.”
Looking at the older boy, Terriermon regards him warily, then hops onto Guilmon’s head. “Uh-huh. Don’t go breaking his other arm or anything.”
Ryo smiles. “Momentai, Te.”
Jenrya’s mother appears in the doorway. “Kenta, your mother’s here.”
They can hear her yelling from the front door. “Kenta, remember, you had to clean out the hamster cage today!”
“Darn, I forgot about that,” complains Kenta. “Kazu, you coming?”
“Sure, you know I love Zeromaru.”
“I can’t believe you named your hamster Zero,” Ryo groans.
“It’s a great name for a hamster!” Kenta protests.
Marine Angemon giggles.
All too soon, the other Tamers are leaving the apartment, Takato screeching, “See you tomorrow!”
Ryo watches the Digimon file out the door, then eyes Jenrya. “Right. Just the two of us.”
“Like the last time we were alone together?” Jenrya teases, then regrets it when Ryo glances at his cast with a wince.
“Jen, I know you said no more apologies, but if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you...”
“Oh, I can think of something.”
His tone is deceptively light, but Ryo translates it correctly, nodding at him and closing the door. Then he’s at his side, a hand cupping his face. He smells like sweat and sand, and when Ryo kisses him, he tastes like Odaiba in the fall. It’s a soft kiss, uncharacteristic of him, one that whispers ‘I’m sorry’, and Jenrya tries to tell him without words that it’s okay, smiling into his mouth and pulling him closer with his good arm. He gets the message and deepens the kiss and accidentally bumps his teeth into Jenrya’s, making him laugh, but he swallows Jenrya’s laughter and by the time he pulls away, they’re both panting.
“The paramedics asked me,” Ryo murmurs, “the phone operator told them you’re my- what I’d said about you, and they asked me if we’re,” he averts his gaze, a faint blush further staining his already flushed cheeks, “sexually active, and could I have given you anything, or are you HIV positive.”
Jenrya’s stomach lurches at the thought of being ‘sexually active’ with Ryo. He tries not to let his reddening face detract from what he hopes is a calm tone. “And what did you tell them?”
The look on Ryo’s face says ‘you’re insane’. “The truth: We’re not.” He hesitates, and then: “Would you like to be?”
Jenrya’s stomach trips and falls over. Against his will, his brain cycles through sex ed classes and how to put a condom on a banana and the importance of asking your sexual partners whether they have ever had any sexually transmitted diseases or HIV. Purely as a way to make it stop, he blurts out, “Ask me again when my arm isn’t covered in plaster.”
“Fiberglass,” Ryo corrects him reflexively, then, “Alright.”
And then they’re kissing again and not talking and it’s all good.
“I don’t get it. A mountain in Canada?”
“Good, that means no one else will get it. I can’t draw leaves, alright?”
“The evidence suggests you can draw leaves, but only maple leaves.”
“Look, it’s my name.”
“...I should call you Rocky?”
“Akiyama. Break it down into ‘aki’ and ‘yama’ and it means ‘autumn mountain’.”
“Still looks like a maple leaf.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me. Mm, I didn’t really mean...”
“I think you did.”
“Lower, I can’t cover tha-ow. No, that’s good.”
“Don’t you ever stop talking?”
“Not often. So, what does Ryo mean?”
“Distant. I drew the whole thing small.”
“Funny. Hey, what are you adding now?”
“Oh, I get it. Akiyama Ryo loves Jian. That’s sweet.”
“You know I do, right?”
“Guess I do now.”
The next day, Takato searches for a free spot on Jenrya’s cast. “Sorry I couldn’t sign yesterday. Oh, what’s this? Ryo loves you, cute.”
“Damn,” says Jenrya, impressed, “that was meant to be all symbolic and artsy.”
“You forget I do art. Aha.” Takato picks up a marker. “Terriermon, look this way?”
“Hey, pretty decent,” Terriermon approves. “But did you have to sign it on my ears?”
“Yeah. How else are people gonna know I drew it?”
“Gee, I don’t know; maybe with a big fat ‘BY MATSUDA TAKATO’ underneath it?” suggests the child.
Takato considers this, surveying the cast. “It’s tempting, but Shuichon drew so much on it there’s not enough room.”
“I just couldn’t keep the pen away from her,” Jenrya sighs. “’kazu’s signature is pretty big as well.”
Jenrya has Terriermon dial then hold the phone for him. It’s not like he’s particularly crippled, he just figures he’ll take advantage of the sympathy while he can, and Terriermon is remarkably lenient on that sort of thing. “Ruki, favor?”
“What?”
“Thanks to the whole arm thing, my parents now don’t trust Ryo alone with me outside the house, and insist I have to have at least one other person around.”
“You still haven’t told them you’re going out, have you?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Why do I have to be your third wheel, I thought Takato was your ‘best friend’.”
“I fear Takato is lost to us all forever,” Jenrya sighs. “Hey, who’s your best friend, Ru?”
Ruki is silent. Jenrya suspects it’s him. “When’s he coming up?”
“That’s not an answer,” he replies sweetly. “Next Saturday, eleven. Meet you at the station?”
“Whatever.” But she sounds kind of pleased.
Part 2 - ...Bring May Flowers