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No Girls Allowed(Digific, Ch. 4)

Title: No Girls Allowed
Author: Schnickledooger
Rating: T/PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: Jun keeps popping up in the most unexpected places. Tai is not pleased, especially when it gives his friends the wrong impression.

Ch.1 Revenge

Ch.2 Backfired
Ch.3 The Way To A Man's Heart Is...

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. Toei Animation does.

A/N: Explanation of Japanese terms at end of chapter.

Ch.4 Love Is A Jealous Thing

"Oh, Tai, it's for you!" his mother called out one evening after picking up the phone.

Wandering over, Tai should have noted the smile his mother was trying to hide and the strange glint in her eyes as a warning sign, but his mind was still scrambled from an hour of math homework. So without thinking, he took the phone from her and greeted a bleary "Hello," into the receiver.

"How did Matt like my onigara-yaki?" Jun's breathless, excited voice crackled across the line.

"How did you get this number?" Tai demanded his senses springing fully awake. Noticing that his mother was watching him from the kitchen while pretending not to, he turned around so she couldn't see the annoyed expression on his face.

"Davis," Jun stated as if it weren't already obvious.

"Remind me to kill your brother next time I see him," Tai said keeping his voice low so his mother couldn't hear.

"Oh, the little twerp doesn't even know. I snitched it from his address book. Now tell me if Matt liked my bento!" Jun pressed insistently.

"Uh…" Tai said not sure how to tell her Matt had just thrown it away without trying. He had thought that was unusually cruel thing to do even if it had been Jun who had cooked the meal, but Matt had claimed he wouldn't have put it past the girl to have struck a deal with a kitsune-tsukai to cast a magic love spell over it and that it was safer if he didn't eat it.

Jun drew her own conclusions from his hesitance. "He hated it, didn't he!" she wailed. "I knew I cooked it too long! And Mom wouldn't let me have any sake to marinate it in! What's he going to think of me now that he's found out his future wife can't even make his favorite food! Waaaaaah!"

Jun's miserable sobbing drifted into the air quite loudly and Tai heard his mother cluck disapprovingly no doubt thinking he was the cause of it. "No, no, that's not it!" Tai said trying to console the girl. If she didn't stop caterwauling he was going to get an hour-long lecture on the consequences of making females cry. "He thought it was good! He's just… changed his mind on what food he likes the best, that's all!"

Jun's crying trickled into sniffles. "Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah. He likes tsukimi udon now," Tai said naming something from the top of his head.

"Tsukimi udon?" Jun said in disbelief, her voice climbing several octaves higher. "I can't make a bento out of that! That has broth and a raw egg and has to be eaten fresh!"

"Mmm, too bad, huh? Okay, bye," Tai said preparing to hang up.

"Wait!" Jun cried making him stop in place. "He's testing me isn't he?"

"What?" Tai wasn't sure he understood what she meant by that.

"This is a test to prove my devotion by giving me a seemingly-impossible task to conquest! Well, I shall show him my faithfulness!" Jun declared stoutly. "My determination will persevere!"

Now Tai was really lost.

"Once Matt sees that I can cook anything for him under whatever conditions he will have to realize the truth of my unwavering love for him!"

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe if you toned down the surprise glomping attacks out of nowhere and the hyperactive tendencies and the obsessive stalking that he might actually consider you more favorably?" Tai questioned wondering if she was really that blind to Matt's brush-offs of her devotion to him.

"That's just him playing-hard-to-get," Jun replied.

Yep, blind as a bat.

"Well, you know it isn't exactly helping you being labeled as my girlfriend at school if you really want to catch him," Tai sighed.

"Oh, I think it's a great tactic," Jun said with an evil cackle that made the hairs on the back of Tai's neck stand on end. "Everyone thinks we're a couple and it's making him soooooo jealous!"

"Are you serious?"

"Why are you so surprised? It's working in your favor too."

"What?"

"I'm sure there are plenty of girls at school who want to date an attractive guy like you and are unable to now because of our little charade. But that's how you know if you really like someone—if you see them with someone else and get jealous. Don't worry, once my cooking wins Matt's heart and we drop this farce, your secret admirers will be free to pursue you."

"What?" Tai was certain he had heard wrong.

"It's just that when you're not pouting like child or scowling like some deranged berserker, your appearance is actually not that bad to look at," Jun explained. "Gosh, you sound like a girl has never called you attractive before."

"Yeah they have, my mother," Tai protested.

Jun erupted into a fit of hysterical, high-pitched laughter on the other end of the line that lasted a good two minutes. Tai wondered why he didn't hang up, especially when the next words out of her mouth were, "Wow, that's just sad."

If his eyes had been lasers, the phone would have melted down into a puddle of plastic from the seething glare he blasted at it.

"What's wrong with girls if they haven't noticed a handsome guy like you wandering around unattached?" Jun continued with a slight giggle in her voice as if knowing she was embarrassing him.

"Er…" If ever there was a time where Tai wished for an earthquake to occur—nothing large or destructive, just a minor one, enough to knock the phone lines out for a while—it was then.

"Now, now, don't go losing your head," Jun chided. "It's just playful flirting. Girls do that to hone their skills. Matt shall remain number one in my heart for now until eternity! Thank you for telling me about the tsukimi udon. I will find a way to serve it to him no matter what the circumstances!"

"No… problem," Tai managed to croak out weakly.

"See you at school tomorrow, Tai," Jun said, a cheerful ring in her tone as she hung up with a click.

I think that's the first time she's ever used my name, Tai thought in numb amazement.

"Mou, mou, my own son didn't even tell me he got a girlfriend!" came his mother's lilting sob from behind. "To deceive the very person who brought him into this world—does this mean he doesn't care enough to seek her approval of the girl he has chosen?"

"Mom!" Tai yelped feeling his face burn like it was on fire. "This isn't the freaking feudal era! I can go out with whoever I want to! I mean—not that I am going with her or want to go out with her!"

"Now he yells at me rudely and rebels," his mother lamented. "How have I raised such a brutish ruffian?"

"What's going on?" Kari asked coming out from her room in her pajamas. "Mom, are you crying?"

"Your brother has denied me the pleasure of setting up an omiai for him!" their mother said, weeping openly her face buried in the palm of her hands. "And I was so looking forward to collecting a portfolio of prospective brides! It's not faaaair!"

"Sixteen here!" Tai exclaimed exasperated pointing to himself. "And who decided I was getting married anyway?"

"You would shame this family by children conceived out of wedlock?" their mother cried looking mortified.

"What? No, that's not what I—never mind! WOMEN ARE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE!" Tai screamed stalking into his room and slamming the door.

"Didn't you and Dad elope?" Kari asked her mother.

"That's beside the point," her mother sniffled, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with her apron.

"I think those taiga dramas you watch are going to your head, Mom."

oOo

Sora was waiting for him in front of the school gates looking much pleasanter than the last time he had spoken to her—when and Matt had been fighting. He was glad to see her. Ever since she had quit the soccer team, he had seen less and less of her until most of their time spent together was in classes.

"I'm glad you and Matt made up," she said with a smile.

"How'd you know about that so quick?" Tai asked falling into step beside her as they passed by the inspection guard.

"Matt told me."

"Oh, of course."

"He's happy again. You may not realize it, Tai, but Matt appreciates your friendship very much. He said that if it weren't for you he would have never opened up to people as much as he does now and would still be living in the self-imposed barrier he constructed around himself."

"He… said that?" Tai asked feeling touched.

"Mmm," Sora nodded as they went to their lockers to exchange their shoes for school slippers. "He really hates it when you guys fight. Speaking of which, Tai, about Jun—"

"Taichiiii!" sang out a female voice. The owner was none other than Jun Motomiya waiting by his locker with a carrier bag in her hands, whom upon spotting them, the girl waved one hand enthusiastically.

"Um… see you in class, Tai," Sora said edging away and giving him a baffled glance before heading to her own locker.

"What are you doing?" Tai hissed at Jun as soon as he got within close enough range.

"Upping the game," Jun said pushing the bag into his hands. "Put it in your locker and don't open it 'til after school. You'll understand."

"What?"

But Jun was already off half-way down the hall with a lively skip in her step.

oOo

"I thought it was just a misunderstanding that everyone thinks you and Jun are dating," Matt said curiously once the day was over and school was letting out.

"It is," Tai said opening his locker and seeing the carrier bag Jun had given him that morning sitting on top of his shoes.

Jun hadn't come to his classroom at lunchtime. There had been speculation whether or not the school's most dysfunctional couple had yet another quarrel. Then a few people told about seeing Jun give him a bag earlier and said they were merely being lovey-dovey with such "absence makes the heart grow fonder" nonsense. Tai had done his best to ignore their comments and enjoy Jun's non-existent presence for the moment knowing it wouldn't last long.

"Then why does it seem like you two are really going out?" Matt asked curiously, an odd note in his voice.

"Extremely bad coincidences," Tai muttered, cautiously opening the bag a crack and peering inside.

And everything clicked into place suddenly. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"What a day!" Mimi said coming up behind them stretching her arms in the air. "I had forgotten how much pressure Japanese schools put on you. Maybe I shouldn't have joined that international student exchange program after all. Ooh, I need to relieve some stress. I know! Let's all go hang out together! We haven't done that in years!"

"Can't. The band and me are going to rehearse some new songs," Matt stated as they walked out of the school doors and into the bright sunshine of the afternoon.

"And the computer teacher has requested I come and tutor him again on the finer dynamics of JavaScript and CSS for his website, so that counts me out," Izzy said joining them, sighing wearily.

"Sora?" Mimi asked almost pleadingly, jutting out her lower lip in a soft pout.

"Tennis practice," Sora said apologetically.

"And Joe has cram school—it's not fair! I wanted to catch up with what was new with everyone! I hate being out of the loop for so long!" Mimi cried frustrated.

"Maybe Tai can go with you. The soccer team doesn't meet today," Sora offered as if she were the manager of his entire schedule.

"Sorry, I've made other plans," Tai said, a grin spreading slowly across his face as he reached into the carrier bag and pulled out a motorcycle helmet.

The revving of a motor resounded in everyone's ears as Jun Mototmiya sped down the walkway on her moped, scattering students in her wake and coming to a screeching halt directly in front of them that peeled pavement. The girl hooked her finger on the bridge of her sunglasses and drew them down lower on her nose so she could look at everyone over the top of the frames and cracked a broad smile. "Well?" she asked, motioning to the empty seat behind her with a nod of her head.

Tai wished he had his sister's camera to capture his friends' astonished, open-mouthed expressions as he climbed on the back of the moped and put on the spare helmet Jun had given him. Then he realized to some chagrin he wasn't sure where to put his hands.

"You've already subjected me to sexually harassment. Putting them around my waist is child's play, right?" Jun said as if she could read his mind.

With a laugh, Tai did as instructed. The shock that raced from his fingertips up his arm when his bare hands touched the material of her uniform was unexpected. Icy cool chills were shooting down his spine, but his hands felt warm, burning…

Jun didn't appear to be suffering from the same effects as him. With a cheeky grin, the girl saluted her gaping audience, gripped the handlebars on her moped and burned fuel, leaving a lingering trail of exhaust behind.

"Did you see their faces!" Jun whooped ecstatically as she zoomed down the street, zigzagging the spaces in between cars. "I think they were about to faint! Hahaha!"

"Do you think it's right though? Playing with people's emotions like this?" Tai yelled to be heard above the rush of wind in his face, trying desperately to ignore the heat still flaring in his hands that were wrapped around the girl's middle.

"By the end of tomorrow, we'll both have an answer to our unresolved love, trust me!" Jun shouted.

"I don't have any unresolved love!" Tai argued.

"Careful or your nose is going to be able to reach across Rainbow Bridge!" Jun warned.

The burning sensation in his hands was starting to cool. Tai was relieved as he was unsure of what it meant. He sat in silence wondering if perhaps he was catching a cold and Jun's words from the night before drifted back to him.

"But that's how you know if you really like someone—if you see them with someone else and get jealous."

He hoped he hadn't been just dragged into another one of Jun Motomiya's crazy schemes.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Explanation of Japanese terms:

Kistune-tsukai: "fox-witch". The kitsune-tsukai forms a contract with its fox familiar, typically promising food and daily care in return for the fox's magical services. The fox of Japanese folklore is a powerful trickster in and of itself, imbued with powers of shape changing, possession, and illusion.

Tsukimi udon: literally "viewing the moon". Udon noodles with chicken broth, raw eggs, leeks, and soy sauce. The raw egg depicts the moon among "clouds" (noodles). It is usually served in autumn. I think it sounds very romantic^^

Omiai: Japanese traditional custom in which unattached individuals are introduced to each other to consider the possibility of marriage. Usually meetings are arranged by the parents.

Taiga dramas: year-long, historical fiction television series broadcast in Japan.

Things are getting interesting aren't they? Wherever shall this lead? :o Looks like I'm slowly converting digifans to Junichi going by reviewers' remarks. XD Awesome! Just in case anyone is wondering about my opinion, I do not support what Tai and Jun are doing. If you want to know if someone you like likes you back, confess to them and be prepared for their answer whether good or bad. Making people jealous to prove they care only hurts the one you love and in some cases, if they don't care, it can backfire on you.

Fun Facts: I like listening to songs that seem to describe Jun and Tai’s relationship in this fic. It helps inspire me. For example: “I Hate Everything About You”. I listen to other songs to that I think suits either character. Taylor Swift’s “Better Than Revenge” always makes me imagine June singing that about Sora. And of course I imagine Matt singing Simple Plan’s “Vacation” about Jun. XD

I hope you have enjoyed reading this! Please review and share your thoughts. I love hearing what you liked best and it's the only reward a fanfic author gets. I like knowing what my readers think and feel. Thank you!^^

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