Knowing as I know I should be writing 30vicios tables, I could not avoid writing this drabble of my table Literary Mourning. It is written in 15 minutes, is one of those times when you write what comes to my head or I will not write more, so maybe there is any inconsistency or OoC. If so, would appreciate you tell me ^ ^
Fandom: Claim
Digimon: Ishida Yamato
Warnings: Located between 01 and 02. Two years after Adventure, a year before 02.
Title: # 05 - Vacation
Mimata NOT ... Or at least I tried. I did not write the fic, the fic was written to him (?)
The boy could not help but marvel at the intimidating amount of disorder in Yamato's room. For the cluster of items that had spilled on the floor, bed or desk, he would have believed it if his friend told him he did not use the lockers clothing store. He moved cautiously, avoiding pants, empty soda cans and an old guitar, down to the drawers where the blonde rummaged through papers something that refused to be found.
-I could swear I put it here, "Yamato said, insisting on reviewing the paperwork Monan page by page.
"For the obvious love of order you show, you could have saved it in a sock," said his companion, sitting next to him.
-Nonsense, Taichi, the boy threw a couple of musical scores that his friend looked at him curiously and grabbed a small colorful postcard, written in fluorescent pink ink hurtful. Proudly brandished against Auburn as he snapped a "See how I was not here."
"Please, I have never secured the contrary," said Taichi. He stared at the picture postcard: it was a night view of New York, with millions of lights shining harder than the stars. On the back he wrote a message in calligraphy and soft, round, attached with glue, photo of a chestnut that he knew very well.
-Postcard is Mimi was surprised chestnut, "This was you wanted to teach me?
"It's when he went on vacation. A New York, "said Yamato.
"Yes ... What?
"Shit" said the blonde, grabbing a can close (surprisingly, full) - Taichi leads four months vacation.
The snap ring on the can be heard instead of the answer the guy expected his partner. He quietly made the soda was arrested at his hand. Her blue eyes looked, anxious, chestnut eyes, clearly worried.
-Yamato ... -The voice of his friend caused inadvertently, tightened his grip the can he held in his hand-is that it ... not told you?
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------- Mimi I always believed that his friends would prefer not to worry. I do not know if you get the idea.
