okay, be ready for a nasty ficcy. I'm not sure what brought this out, but here it is. I could go for a better tilte suggestion ^.~ This was going to go up after a later story, but that one is one the school computer, and I gotta snow day. So the other will have to wait until Monday ^.~

To Hold the Crest of Friendship by Sentra Yamato's always had some problems. When Taichi and he fight, Taichi says something that brings horrible memories to the surface. Rape references, no romance. R.

Jou's PoV Chapter Heero

I've known Yamato since I was three. We used to live in the same apartment complex, and before his brother was born, he isn't have anyone to play with. My brothers never wanted to play with me, so I guess it was a good think we meet up. Actually, if it wasn't for him, I may of never been a chosen child! That night in Highten View Terrience, he called me, and I called Mimi, but still, he was the one who woke me up to see it. It was only a year after that when his parents divorced. Yamato stayed at the apartments, at least until the school teacher thing. I don't like to think about it. That was only two years ago, and it was pretty traumatic. Yamato moved away after that, which doesn't surpass me, since they never did catch the teacher. That was the last time I saw Yamato, at least until summer camp. He's changed a lot. He's not so outgoing anymore. Not that I blame him. He's extremely protective, and he seems to always be on Taichi's bad side.

I'm not sure what sparked this particular fight, but it was almost finished when Taichi said it. The six of us were restraining the two, and they where down to screaming insults. We were almost done, and Taichi opened his big mouth......

"Yeah, *Matt* it least I have higher grades than Mimi! Oh, yeah, I saw you're grades, have you even seen a 'D' before?"

Yamato flipped out. He went nuts, and what surprise me next was that Mimi let go of him. She stood facing Taichi, purely pissed off. "Let him go, Joe." She told me.

I looked at her like she was crazy, "MIMI!"

Koushiro released next, leaving only me to try to hold Yamato back. "Please, Yama! Calm down! Matt, he doesn't know!"

I don't think it was me who convinced me him to stop, just that he was tried. "I'm fine Jou. Thanks." He says to me, before turning away. He give a head-bob bow to Mimi and Koushiro before walking away.

He came back by night fall, after most of us were asleep. Sora was on watch, and I was dosing. Yamato and Gabumon came back, and sat next to Takeru. I watched him for a while. "You okay, Matt?"

He shrugged, before propping his head up on his knees, and quietly dismissing it.

I said earlier I knew something on Yamato, and something that happened to him. I was ten, so I think he was eight or nine. Takeru or Hikari's age. We were still in the same school, with Sora and Taichi. We would walk home after school. One day, he had to stay after to talk to his math teacher. He was upset when he came out, but he wouldn't tell me why. I never asked. Sometimes, I really wish I'd pressed the matter. It went like this for two months, until Yamato told me that he wasn't staying after anymore. The next day, I couldn't find him after school. He wasn't meeting with his teacher, because his teacher wasn't there. I walked home alone, and phoned him when I got home. No answer. I started to worry, and I went out looking for him.

Why I walked to the complex, I still don't know. It was the complex that the Math teacher lived in. I asked the clerk at the door which room he was in, and went up. After I knocked on the door, I hear him cursing. Finally he opening the door, looking a bit ragged, and inpatient. "Oh, hello Kidou. What do you what?"

"Until then, I hadn't though of anything, but I surprised my self ,"Actually, I wanted to speak to you on something, but first, may I use you're bathroom?"

He sighed, and let me in, pointing to the bathroom.

I stepped inside and locked the door. What to do now? I unlocked the door, and peeked out. Hitachi-san had his back to me in the kitchen. An idea came to mind. I locked the bathroom door, and closed it behind me. I snuck down the hall to the door at the end, before slipping in. It was the bedroom, and it smelled. Bad. Bloody clothes lay on the floor, and I felt queasy. But what I noticed next was some of the clothes were our school uniform. I then noticed the covers on the bed looked like they'd been just thrown on. I pulled them back, and instantly felt sick.