A/N:
Well, I'm in the midst of a killer grounding (for
an 88 average!!!) and writing a loooong Taito fic. So, in the meantime I decided to write a fluff fic. Now, for the Disclaimers!!!
Fritz: That my cue?
Mako: *nods* yep. Take
'er away!
Fritz: Okay! Mako does
not own Digimon (if she did I would nestle in Tai's hair and she would get
Ishida booty aaallllll the time), she's just a poor, dumb fan who writes Yaoi
fics to torture her friend Alyson.
Alyson: DIRTY DIRTY FISHMONGER!!!!
Mako: Whatever. Anyway,
here it is! Enjoy! And IT'S A YAOI!! (Surprise, surprise)
The Best I Ever Had
~Tai's
P.O.V~
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
The
hospital was quiet and still. Cautiously, I looked around. There wasn't a person in sight.
I
stood up from my vigilant chair, and made my way to the door, and closed it
slowly. The only sound coming from the
bed was the sound of his soft, shallow breathing. I looked down at the floor.
This
whole thing had been my fault. If only we
hadn't fought, he wouldn't have been lying there. I slowly and meekly wandered over, and sat on the edge of the
bed.
Nobody
knew, really, we didn't bother to tell them, we thought they wouldn't
understand. I mean, what would I say if
Sora told everyone that she and Mimi were in love? If I wasn't the way I was, I would be disgusted. But…I'm the way I am. My eyes raised themselves from his pale,
peaceful face, drugged into an everlasting sleep, to the grey sky as dawn
slowly reached into its never-ending stretch.
Looking
back on it, if I had told somebody, I guess this whole thing could have been
avoided.
It
was our one-year anniversary, and we were thinking about telling the
others. He was all for it. He said he loved me and wanted the whole
world to know about it. I was a little
more hesitant. I didn't want to be
shunned by my best friends. I loved
him, no doubt about it, but in an era where relationships of this kind were
prejudiced, I didn't think they were ready to hear it.
Should
I mention that Sora has the worst timing ever? Because she does.
Matt
and I were having a tiff over the whole "being openly gay" issue, and decided
so as not to endanger our relationship, we would each go on a separate walk
through the park to think about it, and meet up at the same place to finish our
discussion.
He
was late. Again. But I didn't mind, I had decided that we
should tell TK and Kari first, we could really trust them. I stood at our meeting place, looking up at
the stars with a small smile on my face. The thought of screaming it at the top of my lungs that I loved Ishida
Yamato was dancing through my mind, and I wanted more than anything for the
world to know it. He was right, it
would be wonderful being able to walk down the street hand in hand, embracing
in front of God and everybody. The
familiar sensation of our loving first kiss played on repeat in my mind, and I
suddenly felt warm despite the cold March weather. I sighed a little bit, and shuffled my feet.
"Tai?"
I
had eagerly been expecting Matt's calm, soothing voice, but this was not
his. I turned around to see Sora
standing there, looking nice and relieved.
"Hi
Sora," I replied with a smile, "what are you doing here?"
She
walked forward to stand in front of me.
"I've
been looking all over for you!" she said with a tiny smile on her lips. She was wearing pink lipstick, which was
odd. Sora never wore lipstick.
"Yeah?"
I replied curiously. Was that perfume I
smelled?
Sora
nodded.
"I
have something to tell you," she said eagerly, "will you hear me out?"
I
nodded.
"Sure!"
I replied in a friendly tone, "Shoot!"
I
hoped Matt would come along while Sora and I were talking, so she might be the
first to know. I was so ready to tell
everyone. Forget TK and Kari, the world
had to know.
Sora
fidgeted slightly, and smiled bashfully up at me.
"I
don't know how to say it…" she said with a soft giggle. I shrugged. Dense old me.
"Act
it out!" I chuckled, "I'm pretty good at charades!"
She
smiled a little bit. What was she
smiling at? I plastered a goofy grin on
my face, hoping it would make me look like I knew what she was talking about.
"Okay."
She said softly in a tone so inaudible, it was like a whisper. Before I knew it, she was on her tiptoes,
and her arms were around my neck. Before I could protest, her lips were against mine.
WHY
WAS SHE KISSING ME??
I
had kissed before, just not a GIRL. Kisses usually made me relax, and I was always at home in one. But these weren't Matt's kisses. This didn't feel right.
There
was a sudden snap and I eagerly broke from the kiss to spin around. There, standing in the thicket of trees, was
Matt. His blue eyes were open in
bewilderment, and he looked like a hurt puppy dog. Had he seen us?
Of
COURSE he did. I am such an idiot
sometimes.
"…Matt…"
I managed to choke out. He shook his
head wildly and spun around, breaking into a run. I broke from Sora and raced after him, hearing her voice.
"Tai…?"
No,
I didn't want to go back to her. I
wanted Yamato in my arms, I wanted his lips against mine. I wasn't straight. I loved a boy, and that boy was Matt.
He
was right ahead of me, and I managed to lunge at him, wrapping my arms around
his torso in the park square.
"Matt,"
I begged, "Please listen, it's not what you think."
He
struggled like an animal.
"To
hell it's not," he growled, "I understand why you didn't want to tell
anyone. Did you think you could play me
for a fool?"
"No
Matt, It's not-"
"SHUT
UP!!!" he yelled, and pulled away, wheeling back to glare at me with poison in
his stare, "JUST SHUT UP!!! I can't
believe you could do this, I thought you loved me!"
"I
do! Matt, I do…" I said in a soft tone,
advancing forwards.
"STAY
BACK," he barked. His eyes were wide
and feverish, "Just…stay back."
There
was a long silence. Neither one of us
moved or made a sound. Finally, he
spoke.
"It's
over, Tai…" he said, an edge of regret lacing his voice. He turned and started to walk away.
I
wanted to cry, I wanted to run after him and hold him and beg for his divine
forgiveness. But my legs wouldn't move. I remained still as everything I ever
cherished in life walked away from me into the darkness, and the snowflakes now
tumbling loosely from the sky clung to the ground, masking any trace that he
was ever there.
Nothing's quite the same now
I just say your name now
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had
The
hospital room was thick and heavy with the scent of sickness and old spirits
who had died there long ago. I looked
down at him, a pale silhouette on the sheets. His wrists were so heavily bandaged, contrasting to his thin, frail
body. A limp strand of blonde hair hung
in his face, and I reached out a hand to gently brush it aside.
"…Matt…"
I whispered, half in attempt to wake him up, half to just hear his name again,
even if I was the one saying it.
Slowly,
I edged closer to him on the bed. He
was curled up to the side closest to the window, his back against the
world. I gently stretched out beside
him on the hard, uncomfortable hospital bed, and propped myself up on my
elbows.
"I'll
have to make a complaint about these beds," I said, as if he could actually
hear me, "When you wake up you'll have more pillows."
He
was dreadfully still, fair like china and just as delicate. And as I watched him, I realized the best
thing to ever happen to me lay in this hospital bed, and I was unable to hold
him. I would, but…by the looks of him,
holding him would shatter his bones. So
I just looked at him longingly.
"…I
know you hate me," I whispered, "and I'm so sorry. I just wanted to tell you that Sora kissed me, I didn't want her
to. I didn't know how to react, all
that I remember was…"
I
exhaled a long, shuddering breath, and my face contorted into an expression of
dismay.
"All
I remember was it wasn't your kiss, and I hated it for that. You're the only one I want to be with, for
now and forever."
So you stole my world
Now I'm just a phoney
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely
Send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better.
I
clutched the sheets in my fist and looked down at him, a tear sliding down my
cheek.
What
would life be like without him? As I
thought about it, one word flooded my mind.
Worthless. I couldn't bring myself to live without
him. If he died, a part of me, an
IRREPLACABLE part of me, would die, too.
I
would never get over it, after all, it was my own fault he was laying like
this.
"Please
don't leave me," I begged softly, tears choking my voice, "I need you here with
me. Even if you hate me, just knowing
you're alive and well is enough to keep me going. I'm nothing without you, Matt! I have no worth, no purpose…"
I
hung my head, sobbing.
"I'm
so sorry for what happened with Sora," I murmured, "I never wanted to make you
upset, and I wish I had pulled away right then and there and told her. I SHOULD have told her that I was in love
with you, but I was afraid. I'm a
goddamn coward…"
The
crest of courage. It was a worthless
symbol of something that wasn't mine. Matt was everything he was meant to be. Kind, loving, a good, supportive friend. If Sora had told everyone she and Mimi were in love, he would
support them. He's so wonderful like
that.
I
suppose you're never really complete until you meet the one you're destined to
be with for the rest of your life, and even longer. And here I was, a hollow, empty shell of a human being. But to tell the truth, I was always
hollow. I guess that's why I treasured
every moment I was with Matt.
The
unity I felt when I was with Matt touched my soul, and invoked some strange
inner harmony within my worthless body. I knew I was meant to be with him, and I had royally botched it up.
I
wanted to blame Sora, really I did, but then it occurred to me:
If
I had agreed to go public with our relationship, then we would never have had
to undergo the type of torture we did.
"It's
all my fault…" I murmured. Sora had
kissed me, but it was me that drew her to me. I was away from the one I loved, and I was vulnerable.
And
now…
"I'm
alone…"
I
curled up in a little ball next to Matt. I was all alone in this world. I
didn't care about anybody but him, and if he died…
I
would be so cold, so alone, for my whole life.
I
looked at his sleeping face again. He
looked so beautiful, so serene.
"You've
got to wake up," I murmured, "We need you…I need you…"
I
looked around him. There were bouquets
of flowers and cards reading "Get Well" everywhere. The soft fragrances of the flowers did little, if not nothing, to
mask the stench of death lingering in the room.
"There
are flowers and cards and gifts from everyone," I whisper, reaching out a hand
to lightly touch his cheek. It's icy
cold, "They all want you to wake up…me most of all…please…Yamato…"
~Matt's
P.O.V~
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't need me back
You're just the best I ever had
And it may take some time to
Patch me up inside
But I can't take it so I
Run away and hide
And I may find in time that
You were always right
You're always right
The
more I listened, the more I wanted to hold him. 'I'm sorry, Tai,' I wanted to say, 'my anger got the best of
me! I love you, too!'
But
I couldn't move. It was all black, all
cold. I only floated in the middle of
life and death, hanging by a thread.
I
remembered this cold, I had felt it only once before…and that was when I-…
If
I could have trembled, I would have. I
was basking in the sorrows of what I was doing to the one person I truly loved.
It
was now that I realized he had never meant any of this to happen.
As
I walked through the falling snow, my heart grew from bitter, to heavy. I had just broken up with my boyfriend whom
I loved more than anything else, and probably driven him into the arms of Sora.
"What
have I done…?" I groaned softly. I had
never valued my life much when I was a kid. My parents' divorce had been hell, and I felt that it was because I was
such a worthless kid. My mom didn't
want me around, and seeing as she already got TK, it only made sense to ship me
off with my dad. He ignored me, never
paid much attention to me, and I was miserable…
Until
I realized my calling. I was a
digidestined, I was meant to save the world, I was somebody special.
And
I met Tai. I admit, we never got along very
well, but it was because I wanted so desperately for him to notice me. And he did. We were in love, oppressed and not able to hold each other in public for
fear of what others might say.
I
still remembered when I had left the group. I got the feeling he needed me, and when we returned he was half dead,
Wargreymon all but a pile of scrap on the ground. I remembered when I had picked him up, and held him in my
arms. Was that when I had realized
it? All I remembered was this immense
sense of caring for this other boy, and…it didn't scare me in the least…
And
now he was gone. I can't believe I was
so cruel. The best, the ONLY thing that
had kept me going for the past four years, and he was gone. I was torn.
Solemnly,
I made my way home, and slunk into the bathroom. Tears clung frigidly to my face, sticky with salt and moisture.
"You
idiot," I cursed myself, "You GOD DAMNED IDIOT!!!"
I
reeled back and made a fist, and ploughed it against the wall. There was a neat little depression where my
fist had made contact, and I collapsed to the ground crying.
Living
without him wasn't worth it. I just
didn't have the strength to go on.
That
was when my hand wandered up the bathroom cabinet. My fingertips patted the smooth porcelain tiles until I found
what I was looking for. I picked it up
by the handle and brought it down. It
was an old fashioned-looking razor tool, the kind you sharpened on a leather
strap. Tears blurring my vision, I
gripped it in my hand and held it to my wrist.
For
you…Taichi…
I
could have sucked it up, I could have healed and learned all this in another
way, I could be awake right now, and staring into Tai's eyes. We could be happy, instead of miserable like
this. I wanted so badly to stir, to
move, to be vivid again. I hated worrying
him like this. It made my soul ache.
…But…
What
if when I woke up, he would be mad at me? After all, we had had one silly fight, and it had driven me to suicidal
tendencies! Would he see me as a weaker
person, would he be disgusted, angry, or ashamed?
I
was afraid now. I was afraid to wake up
and see his angry face looking down at me. Perhaps he was only suffering from grief. If I woke up now, he would probably yell at me.
Would
Tai really do that, though? I mean, I
knew he loved me, I knew he would never hate me, and yet…I was afraid.
Anxiety
played on my mind, lingering cold and stale.
I
was so at a loss of what to do. Wake up
and face him? Or stay in this cold and
desolate sleep until he moved on?
I
battled these thoughts into my mind, until his words reached through into my
consciousness with such force and beauty, that I started to feel a tingle. My body was becoming mine once more.
~Tai's
P.O.V~
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
What was it you wanted
Could it be I'm haunted
My
breathing was slowing, as I submissively let myself drift into a sleep-like
state. I had been at the hospital for
nearly three days, staying up in constant vigil, never once letting myself
sleep. I was too worried.
I
looked down at Yamato fondly. The dawn
was breaking, yet the sky still kept its dull grey hue. Another cloudy, dreamless day in Odaiba.
"Darling…"
I murmured, and gently snaked one arm under him, and my other arm around his
torso, wrapping him up tightly in an embrace, "I'm here for you. I will always be here for you, until you
wake up. And when you come back to
us…if you choose to…even if you don't want me to…
I'll
always hold you. I swear, I will never
let you go, ever again…"
I
held him gently and close to me, listening to the slow, rhythmic breaths he
took and feeling as the muscles around his ribs rose and collapsed with each
breath. So beautiful. My angel.
I
slipped my eyes close, fatigue rearing its ugly head and seducing me with its
promise of peace in the arms of my beloved. Love was a tedious task, but its rewards, and sometimes even its tasks,
were so rewarding you began to enjoy them. And God help me, I was going to treasure every moment he was asleep with
me, in my arms like this. It would
linger in my mind for all eternity.
"…Tai…"
I
murmured a soft "yeah?" under my breath and opened an eye. The soft summer breeze washed over us,
fragrant with promises of a good morning to come.
"Tai,
it's almost morning. We should go
before somebody sees us."
I
chuckled softly, wrapping my arms around him even tighter. We were leaning in the shade of a tree, I
against the trunk with Yamato lying back against my torso. One of my hands were intertwined with his,
wrapped around his body, and the other was softly running my fingers through
his hair.
"You're
pretty enough to pass for a girl," I chuckled sleepily, "nobody will notice."
"Very
funny, Tai," he replied indignantly, "you know daylight will come sooner or
later, and I don't look THAT much like a girl."
"Hai,"
I sighed, "but I just like being here."
We
had spent the night there on the park hill, looking up at the stars and
enjoying each other's company. Not like
we did anything other than look up at the stars. We never did anything that…intimate. We had decided at the very beginning that we would keep that
until when we were truly ready. We had
been seeing each other for 5 months at that point, and we hadn't even kissed
yet. A peck on the cheek at the end of
a date, when it was perfectly dark and we were sure nobody was around, yes, but
that was it. I liked the slow and
gentle nature at which it was going. We
had all eternity for it to blossom; we didn't want to feel rushed.
If
only we had known then what we knew now.
"You're
whole upper body must be falling asleep," he chuckled, "sorry."
I
shook my head slowly.
"No,"
I said softly, "you're pretty light for being so tall."
He
laughed lightly, a musical sound to my ears, and rolled off of me, much to my
annoyance. I liked the feeling of
holding him. It put me at ease. He leaned up against the tree next to me,
sighing softly and watching as the grey sky blossomed into gold, then pink. They were soft shades, like an artists
palette. I marvelled at the thought of
God taking a paintbrush, dipping it into random colors and carefully putting
hue into every single thing on the planet.
"Sure
is beautiful…" he whispered.
"Wonderful,"
I agreed, watching the transition of colors in fascination, "But know what's
even more beautiful?"
"Hmn?"
he asked groggily. I turned to look at
him, his face in a softly lit profile, golden hair glinting in the virgin
sunlight.
"You…"
I whispered. He turned to me, his
cheeks tinting a slight pink in nature's first green. He looked a little surprised at first, but his face broke into a
bashful, glowing smile.
"Thanks,"
he replied meekly. I smiled, and found
myself lost in his icy blue eyes. They
were warm, like summer lagoons. I was
drowning in their vibrant depths, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to be
rescued. An eternity in their grasp was
so alluring, I found myself rising into a keeling position next to him, looking
down at him as he leaned against the tree. He looked up innocently.
"What's
up?" he asked in a little voice. I
found myself smiling down at him, absolutely amazed. Gently, I put my hands on his shoulders, and tilted my head a
little, and started to gravitate slowly closer to him. His eyes were puzzled for a moment, but I
suppose he realized what this was leading to, for he started to move closer,
too. My eyes started to cloud over,
half-closed in a serene expression, and I felt his breath hot against my
face. My eyes slipped closed as our
lips gently touched. I had heard from
others that their first kiss was like electricity jolting through them, leaving
them hungry for more, pushing them to the brink. This wasn't anything like that. It was soft, no intrusion into the mouth, just a gentle peck. It tasted like the summer air; tart like
blackberries and fresh like water. It
was like a drink. We parted, and I
looked down at him. He was blushing,
and I too felt my own face grow hot. I
smiled a little and touched his cheek, stroking it delicately.
Wordlessly,
I sat back down next him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He twisted his body to curl up next to me,
snaking him arms around my neck, and bringing our foreheads together. There was no need for another kiss. Our first was enough for us, enough to be
treasured for a while to come. We lay
like that, in perfect stillness for a long time, until dawn brought the threat
of being discovered in our embrace.
"…Tai…"
Matt whispered, his words and breath creating a warm breeze against my
cheek. I smiled softly.
"…Matt…"
I murmured back. My name just didn't seem
right without his next to it. Yagami
Yamato…it suited him well…
I
flushed and opened my eyes, he was looking at me, his eyes shining pleasantly.
"Tai…"
he whispered again. I loved the way he
said it. Breathless and still, with
obvious adoration.
"…Tai…"
I
was haunted by it. It replayed over and
over in my mind, his bated breath and gentle whisper of a voice. When he said my name it was like God was
saying it.
The
ghosts of the past danced in my head, lingering like shadows in a dimly lit
room. They swallowed me whole, creating
a vivid picture for me.
"…Tai…"
…Wait
a moment; this one was a bit more real than my dream. Cautiously, I opened my eyes. There peering into my own was a pair of brilliant azure eyes.
"…M-Matt…?"
They
shone, glassy with fresh tears, full of love.
"Tai!"
he whispered. My heart almost stopped
beating, my eyes widened, and I was still for a moment. Finally, in an absolute realization of what
was happening, I found my words.
"Oh…Yamato…"
I choked out, tears strangling my voice. I pulled him close to me, tucking his head under my chin and stroking
his limp, unwashed hair. It smelled
like oil and death and blood, but I didn't care, I was just so thankful to hold
him.
"Oh
God…" I sobbed into his hair, "I missed you, so much…"
"I
missed you too…" he sobbed back, his shoulders shaking he was crying so
hard. I was crying just as hard, so
thankful to have him back.
"I
love you so much, Matt," I cried, "please never leave me again."
"I
love you too, Tai, I promise I wont! Ever!"
We
lay there, holding each other for dear, life, before I sat up, wiping the tears
from my eyes.
"Wait
until everybody sees you," I said in a deliriously happy tone, "they're all
downstairs, sleeping in the waiting room. Nobody's left for three days, we've all been here…"
Matt
leaned weakly up against the pillows, looking tired, but alive.
"Bring
them up," he encouraged softly, "I want to see them! All of them!!"
I
nodded and kissed his forehead softly, stroking his hair against and standing
up, backing slowly out of the room, grinning like crazy and running smack into
a doctor.
"Yagami-san?"
he asked quizzically, "What is it?"
I
turned to him, grinning happily. He
looked up and into the hospital room, to see Yamato sitting up in bed, smiling
weakly.
"Ishida-san!"
he exclaimed, "You're awake!"
I
nodded enthousiastically.
"I
was just about to get the others," I stated, "they'll all be so happy!"
The
doctor's brow furrowed.
"I
don't think that's such a good idea," he mumbled sceptically, "he's still very weak…"
"No,
I'm not!" Matt's voice was indignant and stubborn. I was so happy to hear his argumentative voice again, I could
have screamed.
The
doctor blinked.
"Yamato,
I-…"
"I
WANT to see my friends!!" he declared, his voice sounding stronger than before. His eyes radiated their defiant, rebellious
fire once more. The doctor was taken
aback.
"…Well…then…"
he mumbled shyly, "I guess…you have every right to see your friends…"
Matt
smiled, then beamed at me. I nodded
knowingly and bustled down the hall, and practically bounded down the
steps. There was a cluster of people in
the waiting room, everyone from Mr. Ishida to Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, and Ken
were there, all sprawled out in the assorted chairs that were pulled together
in an askew pattern.
"Wake
up!!" I cried, trying to be as quiet as possible for my uncontrollable
excitement.
Nobody
moved.
Frustrated,
I ran over to TK and started shaking him as gently as I could. He groaned slightly, opening one eye
groggily.
"Whaaaaat…?"
me moaned.
"He's
awake!!!" I whispered hoarsely, "Matt's awake!!!"
His
eyes snapped open, blue like his brothers but not as serene. More…spaz-like.
"WHAT!?!?"
he squawked. I held a finger to my lips
to calm him down.
"Yamato,"
I whispered, "he's awake! Quick, help
me get everybody up so we can go see him together!!"
Takeru
nodded eagerly and sprung awake, and started shaking the life out of
Daisuke. It was quite a task, so he had
to kick him in the shins before the sleeping boy complied to wake up.
"Hikari-chan!!"
I hissed, shaking my little sister awake, "Hikari, wake up, Matt's awake!!"
Her
eyes opened a little bit.
"Huh?"
she mumbled, "Matt's awake…? He's
awake!?"
Her
eyes grew wide and excited. I nodded
eagerly, smiling brilliantly.
"Let's
get everybody up!" I said, trying not to giggle. She nodded and we set to waking everyone up. After much shaking and coaxing to awaken Mr.
Ishida, we were all scurrying through the halls to Matt's room. He was sitting up in bed, hugging his knees
to his chest and looking out the window.
"…Yamato…?"
Takeru asked warily. He turned around
to face the lot of us, eyes widening slightly at the sight of them, not aware
that everyone was there. Even Mimi had
flown in from America at such short notice.
"Matt!!"
his dad boomed. The rest of us shushed
him, and one by one, they went up and gave him a slight hug. Afraid they would crowd him, they all
stepped back about a foot from the bed, surrounding him in a loving arc. He beamed happily at them, tears glistening
in his eyes.
"I
can't believe you're all here…" he said with a sniffle, and wiped his eyes with
the back of his hand. I stepped
forward, and sat on the edge of his bed.
"…You've
got a lot of people who love you…" I murmured, and covered his hand with my
own, looking at him with a loving expression. He returned it, his eyes shining in pure adoration towards me. There was a slight gasp from the crowd of
people behind us. SHIT! I had completely forgotten anyone was there!
I
turned to look at them with a timid expression. Kari's eyes were open wide, her hand was covering her mouth, and
she looked like she was going to cry. I
thought she was going to scream, but when she pulled her hand away from her
mouth, she was smiling.
"…I
had no idea…" she whispered, her voice quivering slightly. I laughed a little. People around us were looking at us a little
strangely, and I shied away from their stares.
"How
long…?" Joe asked softly.
"A
year the night it happened," Matt mumbled, "that was…why I did it…"
There
was a groan from within the crowd. Sora
turned on a heel and leaned up against the wall, and hit her head against it.
"Oh
GOD…" she moaned, "this is all my fault…"
"No!!!"
Matt and I shouted in unison. We both
laughed a little, and Matt continued.
"Don't
be silly, Sora," he said good-naturedly, "this was nobody's fault. I'm just messed up."
"No,"
she retorted, "I should never have been so silly as to go after Tai…I'm so
sorry Matt…but why didn't you tell us?"
"Huh?"
Daisuke asked in a rather clueless tone, "tell us about what? What's going on?"
Miyako
stepped on Daisuke's foot, while Ken covered the boy's mouth to keep him from
yelling.
"Don't
be upset, Sora," Matt said with a kind smile, "We thought you weren't ready for
the truth. You didn't know, don't worry
about it."
Sora
smiled a little, and nodded at him. She
couldn't help it if she was clueless, I thought.
The
rest kind of stared at us.
"This
is…news…" Koushirou mumbled in a daze.
"Totally…"
Mimi whispered, looking at her feet, "I mean, TAI…and MATT…out of all of us, I
thought for SURE Joe was going to be the gay one…"
"HEY!!!"
Joe protested.
Everyone
ignored him, and kept their eyes fixated on us.
"Who's
gay?" Daisuke's voice mumbled in the background.
Takeru
shuffled forward.
"Well…"
he said in a little voice, "this is…surprising. I never thought you were…like that, Matt. But…"
Matt's
eyes looked a little worried. Takeru
smiled suddenly.
"I'm
happy you found eachother…" he said happily with a nod. I smiled in relief, and so did Yamato. We both looked at his father. Mr. Ishida's jaw was slack, and his eyes
were wide in disbelief. I didn't blame
him. I wasn't exactly looking forward
to my parent's reaction when I told them about Yamato and I.
"…Dad…?"
Matt asked meekly. Mr. Ishida closed his
gaping mouth and blinked in bewilderment.
"I…don't
know what to say…" his father mumbled, "I mean, how come you never told me?"
I
felt Matt's hand tense under mine, and I rang my thumb soothingly over the back
of his hand, calming his nerves.
"I
didn't think you were ready," Matt answered calmly, "I…thought you would get
mad…"
Mr.
Ishida shook his head slowly.
"I'm
not angry," he replied, "just…confused…all those sleepovers you two had, did
that mean-…"
"NO!!!"
Matt and I shouted in unison. I blushed
and so did he, and we both looked to the side. When we finally looked up at the group, I shook my head. Joe, eyes wide in shock, covered Iori's
ears.
"It's
nothing like that," I stated, "we have made a decision that something that…" I
fumbled for words, "Important, can wait until we are MUCH older. You all know we would never do that, we're
WAY too young…"
They
paused, and everybody mumbled either a "yeah", or an "I guess so…" and Daisuke
chipped in a "nani?" for good measure.
"Well
then…" Mr. Ishida continued, "I guess…Tai must mean a lot to you, if you went
so far over this…"
Matt
nodded earnestly.
"He
does!" he exclaimed, "I love Tai, with all my heart!!"
I
blushed and looked down at my feet. Matt turned to me.
"Well
I DO…" he said stubbornly. I chuckled a
little bit and looked up at him with a loving smile.
There
was a long silence.
"Well
then…" Mr. Ishida finally said, "…I guess I can't stop this. Matt, I'm…a little worried, but…You're two
mature, er…boys, and…I'm sure you two know what's best for you."
I
looked up, my eyes wide with joy, and stared at Mr. Ishida. He was smiling. I looked back at Matt, he was smiling too.
"T-thank
you…" he replied, flustered, "Thank you…so much!!"
He
turned to me, looking ecstatic. I
looked at him with just as much enthusiasm.
"You
gotta hug now!" Mimi chirped. Matt and
I laughed, and I wrapped my arms around him waist and pulled him close. He draped his arms around my neck , and
rested his head against my shoulder. I
sighed happily, and so did he. There
was a chorus of "awwww"'s throughout the room, and I tilted Matt's chin up with
my finger, and pressed my lips to his. There was a faint taste there, tart like blackberries and fresh like
water.
The
whole of the hospital room broke into a soft cheer, applauding and
whistling. Then, from Daisuke:
"HO-ly
SHIT!!! THEY'RE GAY!?!?"
~3rd
Person Omnipotent P.O.V~
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had
Tai
bounded up the stone stairs of the Ishida summer home. It was early June, two years after Matt and
Tai had first told everyone about how they were in love, and there was the
faint aroma of spring fading into summer in the air. Soon after Matt had returned home from the hospital, his father
had decided that he and Matt needed a place where they could relax in the
summer, and help with Matt's anxieties. Even on the coldest of winter days, Matt would drive the 100 miles to
the country, just to get some peace of mind in his haven. It was a beautiful old Japanese-style home,
with rice paper walls and an extravagant garden that was taken well care of by
the neighbours. Their own garden was a
bit small, so they asked if they might be able to take care of the garden,
since that "nice Ishida boy" was so helpful in the winter when they needed
firewood. There were ponds everywhere,
and streams and stone pagodas. Tai
bounced along happily, holding a gift for his dear Yamato behind his back. The two of them were still young lovers, as
loving and as pure as ever before, and every day was like a new experience,
every kiss like their first.
Tai
paused to look at a tall and spindly tree overlooking a small pond in the
backyard. Sakura petals drifted down
from its branches and onto the spring green grass. He smiled once more and continued up the steps to the door. He knocked softly, hoping Matt was still
there. He had showed up at Matt's
house, wondering if Matt wanted to go to the park and walk in front of the
people hand-in-hand, rubbing in how special they were, but his father had
stated that Matt was yet again camping out in the country. Tai had figured out that Mr. Ishida had
bought the cabin in an effort to increase Matt's manliness, perhaps straighten
him out, but alas, the cabin and its surplus of flowers only fuelled Matt's
newfound love for flower arranging, and inspired him to be even fruitier, much
to Mr. Ishida's dismay.
The
door swung open, and Matt beamed happily as Tai held out his gift: a beautiful
violet orchid.
"Tai-chan!"
he cried in elation, and jumped up into Tai's arms. Tai was a little taken aback when the blonde, who was still a
little bit taller than he was, wrapped his legs around the brown-eyed boy's
waist.
"I'm
so glad to see you!" Matt murmured affectionately. Tai chuckled.
"And
I you…" he whispered back, "what's with all the affection?"
Matt
let go and looked at Tai with a gentle smile, touching his face.
"I
have something to show you." He stated, and took his hand. Quickly, he led Tai through the house,
dragging him towards his room.
"What's
so important?" Tai chuckled. Matt
looked back at him excitedly.
"You'll
see!" he chirped, dragging him into the room. When Tai looked up, he could hardly believe his eyes. A cherry blossom tree that sprouted from a pot
in the room had wound its way up the wall and now covered a great part of the
ceiling, showering the room with light pink petals.
"What
do you think?" Matt asked expectantly. Tai looked around in awe.
"I
think…" he murmured, "it's perfect…"
Matt
blinked. "For what?"
Tai
turned to face the blonde with a smile.
"For
this…" he whispered, and pulled Yamato into his arms. Gently, he kissed him, softly and slowly at first, but with more
intensity. It started to prickle, and
he needed more. Slowly, his kisses
turned into fluttering pecks and made their way from Matt's lips, down his jaw,
and down his neck. Matt let out a soft
groan.
"Tai…?"
"Mmm?"
Tai mumbled between kisses.
"…I
think………I think I'm ready."
Tai's
head darted up, and he looked at Yamato. The blonde boy bit his lip and looked up at him with sincerity in his
eyes. Knowingly, Tai nodded, and smiled
softly. He kissed Matt once more on the
lips, and his heart raced as Matt began to unbutton his shirt. The boy's nimble fingers danced down the buttons,
undoing them quickly, and Tai slowly backed him towards the bed. He slid off his shirt and began undoing
Matt's, sloppily fumbling with every few buttons, but Yamato helped him
out. Soon they were both shirtless, and
Tai reached down for the button of Matt's pants, and stopped kissing him long
enough to look into his eyes.
"Are
you sure?" he asked, breathless. Yamato
smiled.
"Ai
shiteru." Was all he said. With a smile
Tai kissed him again and pulled the button down, and unzipped Matt's fly. Matt fiddled with Tai's belt and got it
undone quickly, only slightly distracted by the fact that Tai was kissing down
his throat softly, nipping at his skin. Soon both Tai's pants and boxer shorts were gone, and Matt stepped out
of his pants, gasping as Tai slightly tugged down on his boxers. Tai leaned back and looked at him
questioningly.
"Keep
going…" Matt gasped. Soon they were
skin-to-skin, warm and locked in a deep kiss. Gently, Tai lowered Matt onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
"You're
sure you're ready?" Tai asked a little nervously. Matt nodded.
"I'm
ready…" he whispered, "are you?"
Tai
paused, then looked down at the blonde, beautiful and lithe and waiting in his
arms. He smiled.
"I
am…" he replied as he leaned down to kiss Yamato again, pushing him down
against the bed, and wrapping an arm behind his waist.
He
was so incredibly ready.
They
lay intertwined on the bed, Sakura petals floating lightly down from the
branches above, clinging to their bodies. Taichi traced a fingertip up Yamato's stomach and chest, gently tickling
his throat.
"Did
I hurt you…?" he asked softly. Matt
smiled a tiny bit, and curled up into Tai's arms.
"A
little…" he murmured softly, "but that's okay…"
Tai
smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover.
"Ai
shiteru, Yamato…"
Matt
sighed softly.
"Ai
shiteru…Taichi…" he whispered, before drifting off into sleep. Yagami Taichi smiled down at Ishida Yamato,
and closed his eyes. He had made a
decision.
…Yagami
Yamato would suit him just wonderfully.
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
I don't want you back
You're just the best I ever had
The best I ever had
The best I ever
~Fin~
Mako's
Closing Statements: Oh, you can SO tell what's gonna happen next. I have no clue whether or not I should write
a Taito wedfic, what do you guys think? Any ideas? I have been to *one*
wedding before, and it was pretty new age, so I have no clue how a normal
wedding would go….
Welp,
that's all for today; review, guys, I LOVE reviews!!! ^___^ they make my
day!!! And keep in mind that flames…?
Are
pretty much public here, so think first before you decide to write "U SICK FREK
I HOPE U DIE TAITO SUX TAIORA 4EVA" or something to that extent. Believe me, I have seen a lot of it, and
every time I see it I just laugh even harder.
So
long, kiddies, and remember;
"If
it aint Yaoi, it's not quality readin' material." ^_^; *feels all Red
Green-ish*
Fritz's
Closing Statements: WHY does she make me write these!?!? Whatever, I just wanted to say OOOOOH sweet
Taichi, how I want to dive in your hair and frolic and-…ahem. Yes, and flamers will have to answer to ME!
*Bares Tokomon teeth* so have fun reviewing, and remember:
"If
they don't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy!"
…The
HELL!?!? MAKO! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SCRIPT!!??
Alyson's
Closing Statements: DIRTY!!!!!!!! But,
aaawwwwwwww Tai was so cuuuute and Daisuke was so cuuuuuute but….DIRTY DIRTY
FISHMONGER!!!!!!!!
