Trinity

I intend for this to be a collection of "slice-of-life" Taiorato stories. The themes will vary by chapter and things won't necessarially be in chronological order. You can jump to a section that sounds interesting to you and then decide to move forward from there. Taichi, Yamato, & Sora are my three favorite characters in the franchise. I love exploring their differing relationships and the way they develop by being around each other. Comments/suggestions/requests are welcome. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Morning

Sora Takenouchi was the kind of person who enjoyed waking up early. There was something peaceful about being the first one to rise. She felt like she could get a step ahead of the world while relishing in the silence and the comfort of the pre-dawn light. Sora's insistence on this fact, however, was often met with disbelief. What was so good about waking up early? Isn't it tiring?

"Not after a good night's sleep!" Sora would often respond before detailing her particular wake-sleep schedule. As long as she was able to sleep through the night, she had no trouble waking up with the sunrise.

As Sora was pulled from her uncomfortable slumber, her muscles aching from the air mattress she now called her bed, she started to question her own sanity. How was she ever able to wake up early?

The girl's change in living arrangements had taken a toll on her eight-hour rule. She'd been in her new apartment for a week and she had yet to sleep through the night. Part of her restlessness was due to the fact that she needed to purchase an actual bed, but the rest of the blame could be placed squarely on her two roommates. As Sora stirred, she could feel the two of them beside her.

One was curled up tightly in a blanket, and after a few seconds of feeling around for her own, she realized he was also tangled in her blanket. He must have accidentally stolen it in his sleep, which was confusing to her. Taichi Yagami, as she'd learned, was his own personal space heater. Sora didn't need a blanket so long as she could get close enough to him to absorb some of his warmth. What need was there for his subconscious blanket thievery, besides trying to lure one of his cold partners onto his portion of the bed?

Taichi's trick worked on Sora more often than not, but Yamato was another story. He respected the rule of thirds and kept to his side of the bed. As someone who valued the cold side of the pillow, Taichi's body heat bothered him. Yamato'd lasted a half of a night in the middle before asking Sora to switch with him for what she could only assume was forever.

"Ah, what? You don't want to be next to me?" Taichi had teased him.

Taichi must have sensed Sora's presence, because he sleepily wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close. The movements were subtle, but they still managed to shake the entire mattress. Yamato grumbled something inaudibly, but as they did every early morning, his tired complaints fizzled back into steady, sleepy breathes.

Something about this morning was off, though. Even with Taichi's heat, Sora still felt cold. She gave in and opened her eyes, instantly noticing an open window on the other side of the room. The sun had just barely cracked the horizon. The low, orange light illuminated the glass, but it wasn't yet strong enough to break through into the room. The girl frowned at the swaying curtains, the cool early-morning breeze that was causing her discomfort. Was it Taichi or Yamato that left it open? She supposed it didn't matter, since she'd be the one getting up to close it.

Sora sat up with a huff and slipped effortlessly out of Taichi's embrace. The air mattress wobbled, Yamato grimaced, but Taichi remained fast asleep. The brunette rolled over so one of his arms dangled off the side of the mattress. His other one pulled at the blanket which managed to slip down to his waist. Taichi's bare back sprouted goosebumps but, as usual, the cold didn't phase him.

Sora scootched down towards the bottom of the air mattress and stood up slowly, so as not to send the boys rolling off onto the floor with the shift in weight. She yanked down on the over-sized T-shirt she'd stolen from Taichi or Yamato- she couldn't remember- in an attempt to keep warm. At it's most useful, it covered the top half of her thighs.

With her arms across her chest, Sora shuffled over towards the window and yanked it down. Dust flew off the windowsill, up into the girl's face. She sniffled, her breathing staggered, and she tried to suppress a sneeze. Her efforts were futile, she was passed the point of no-return. One, two, and- ah-choo! She pressed a hand over her mouth but just a moment too late. When Sora opened her eyes, she could see both boys peering at her from under the covers.

Yamato's eyes narrowed. Taichi blinked. Neither of them apologized for leaving the window open the night before. Sora's hands instinctively pressed against her hips, but Yamato rolled back over before she could say anything. He yanked his blanket up over his head, muffling his complaints. The brunette mouthed a silent 'bless you' before extending both his arms and beckoning her back to bed. Sora couldn't help but smirk at his enthusiasm, however quiet, lest he disturb their other third.

If the girl still felt annoyed from the open window, Taichi's warmth made up for it. She crawled back into bed and snuggled up to him so he could wrap the blanket back over her. He ran his hand down her back in the process, a feat which normally gave Sora goosebumps. This time, however, his touch chased them off her skin. Her body gave an involuntary shake and Taichi smirked at her, his eyes looking too devilish for how early in the morning it was. He laced his leg between hers and pulled her in closer still and-

"Guys, really, can you stop moving?"

Sora rolled over and saw Yamato leaned up in bed, eyeing them.

Taichi sat up before Sora could say anything. "If we're bothering you that much why don't you go sleep on the couch?"

Yamato frowned. "We haven't bought a couch yet."

Taichi opened his mouth to offer another retort but Sora cut him off. "That's enough! This wouldn't even be an issue if one of you hadn't left the window open last night." She paused to watch them, to see if either would give himself away. They just eyed each other accusingly, so Sora dropped it. "You're both sleeping right here. Sorry Yamato, we'll try and be more still."

"Right," Taichi egged him on, "we know you need your beauty sleep."

"Taichi-!"

"Stop! It's barely 6am! Both of you, just go to sleep!"

Yamato glanced from Taichi, to Sora, and back to Taichi once more before laying down and rolling over. Taichi stuck his tongue out at him and Sora shot a warning glare. The brunette rolled his eyes apologetically, a move that only a Yagami could master, and laid back down himself.

Satisfied, Sora closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep before it'd be too late to get in any extra rest. The room was already starting to brighten and they'd have to get up for work soon. The silence she'd been hoping for didn't put her at ease, though. There was something off about it, something...

Sora opened her eyes ever-so-slightly, just in time to see Taichi lean up and lunge across her towards Yamato. He wrapped both arms around him and yanked him towards the center of the bed. The blonde flailed about in surprise.

"Taichi! What are you- I swear!"

Sora rolled out of the way, meaning she rolled right into Taichi. The three of them ended up in a giant pile as Taichi laughed away. The girl decided to stay quiet- she didn't mind the closeness- but she was curious as to what Yamato would say. He looked confused, like he was trying to force himself to be angry, but it was obvious to all three of them that he wasn't. The blonde narrowed his eyes, as if he was warning Taichi that this sort of behavior wouldn't typically fly. On this particular morning, however, he gave in. Sora noted the weak precedent.

"Whatever." Yamato muttered, laying his head on Sora's pillow. Taichi giggled victoriously as he loosened his grip, leaving Sora sandwiched between the two of them. To tell the truth, this was the warmest she'd been all night. Sleep came more easily. She had a feeling that the next hour would be the most restful yet.