Late Night Radio

Uh, look, this is my first proper Taito fic, so try not to be too hard on me. This part doesn't actually warrant the PG-13, it's more of a PG, but I thought I'd start off with that rating anyway, because of where I'm going with this in future parts.

I'm no good at judging the quality of my work, so you'll have to make your own mind up whether it's any good or not. It's actually pretty fluffy, a bit sweet and sugary because I got fed up of being dark and depressing.

I don't actually know that much about how radio stations work, so please try and forgive an glaring inaccuracies that are bound to be present. I've just set it up the way I have because it works with the story line.

Warning: This fic is going to include Yaoi, Taito, so if you don't like that kind of thing, please don't read it. This part doesn't actually contain any, but this is just to let you know where this is heading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, this is entirely non-profit, please don't sue because I don't have that much cash in any case.

That's all I have to say, hope you like the fic!

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"Hi there everyone, this is DJ Chi, here with you from midnight through to six in the morning. At this station, we're open to requests, so if you would like to hear a particular song, then just give me a call! The number, if you don't already know it, is…"

Yagami Taichi spoke into the microphone, his words going out live on air. He didn't know how many were listening to him, and in truth, he didn't really care. He was one of only a few at this particular radio station that didn't actually mind doing the graveyard shift. He found it peaceful. A little lonely at times, but nevertheless, peaceful.

"Well, seeing as it's only just gone past the witching hour, there are no callers as yet, so I'm just going to have to subject you to a song of my choosing. Don't like my taste in music? Then don't be shy, give me a call, tell me the song, and I'll see what I can do. So, until then, up next is…"

As he finished the sentence, he picked out the corresponding record, and then hit play. His thoughts drifted idly as he sorted through and picked out about a half dozen songs to play. There weren't usually many callers, mostly everyone being asleep at this time of night. He wasn't too bothered though, as it meant that he got to play just about whatever he wanted to.

His thoughts inevitably drifted back to the Digiworld, as they did most nights, and also to the friends that he hadn't seen in five years. He hadn't seen any of the since they had all left high school at the age of eighteen. They had all made the usual promises to keep in touch with each other, only somehow they never had. There was no particular reason for it, they had all just slowly drifted apart, and had gone their separate ways.

He wasn't even too sure what they were all doing with their lives now. He knew vaguely of course, just didn't have any particular details. Mimi had gone into modelling. Sora had become a nurse. Jyou had, not surprisingly, become a doctor. Koushiro had gone and gotten involved with the space program or something, lots to do with computers, so he was bound to be happy. Takeru and Hikari were still at university. And Yamato…

Well, he knew quite a bit about what had happened to the blonde during the intervening years. He hadn't spoken to him, but as his band had shot to superstardom soon after they had all left school, it wasn't too hard to keep track of what he was up to. Barely a day went past when he didn't walk into a shop only to find some article on them.

The sound of the phone ringing brought him out of his reminiscing just in time to notice that the song was coming to a close.

"Phew, that was lucky." He muttered to himself. "Now that would have been embarrassing if I had just left it to play silence for a while. Good job that the phone rang really…"

His eyes widened as he suddenly realised that this meant that he actually had a call; a caller trying to get trough to him to request a song. It was a little early, he didn't usually get calls until later on in the show, but still. He had a job to do for God's sake, he wasn't just meant to be drifting off!

"So, how did you like the song? Well, if you're none too impressed, then maybe the taste of our first caller of the evening will suit you better. Hi Caller One!" he said cheerfully as he answered the call.

"Hi DJ…Chi." Drawled a familiar sounding male voice with a slightly sarcastic edge to it as it pronounced the name. Taichi blinked, and then mentally scolded himself. There was practically no possibility of him actually knowing the caller, it was just all his fanciful imagination.

"So… How are you this fine winters' night?"

"Oh, not too bad I guess. But then again, I've always like snowy weather. Brings back good memories."

"Snow?" said Tai in surprise, thinking that snow also held good memories for him. One prominent example being that it had been snowing the first time they had ever gone to the Digiworld.

"Yes, snow. Or haven't you looked out of the window yet?"

"No, I haven't." he said faintly as he swivelled round in his chair and stared at the small white flakes that fell softly down from the dark heavens. Damn, damn, damn his imagination! The caller's voice was really too familiar for words. But there was no way that it could be…

"Well, that's good to see." he came out with, as he suddenly realised that he was still on air and meant to be talking. "Looks like we might have a white Christmas this year. Only ten shopping days left folks!

"So… Caller One, do you have a name?"

"Yes."

"And, er, are you going to tell me this name, or shall I just continue calling you 'Caller One'?"

"I'll think about it."

"Er, right."

"All right, all right. It's Yamato."

"Gnh."

Taichi's throat muscles suddenly seized up at the mention of that name. It couldn't be… But it sounded so like him! No, no, stop it. Yamato's not exactly an uncommon name, now is it? Right. It's probably just some random person, and you only think it'' your friend because the festive season and too many movies is getting to you.

"Hey, are you all right?"

The concerned tone radiating off every syllable only served to heighten the similarity. Shit, damn, stop it…

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." He managed after at least gotten his vocal cords back under control. "So, Yamato, what song would you like to hear?"

"Actually DJ…Chi, I think we should do things a little differently."

"Ye-es…" he said slowly, frowning. If this was a crank call, and he really wasn't in the mood currently, then he was going to swear profusely even though he was live on air. "And how would that be?"

"I think I should sing you a song."

And he did.

Taichi's jaw dropped open as the beautiful voice filled his ears and was broadcast across the country. So he had been right. There was no mistaking that voice when he sang. It was Yamato Ishida.

"Well…" he stuttered when the song was drawn to a close some minutes later. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, that was Yamato Ishida, lead singer and guitarist for the Teen Age Wolves. If you haven't heard of them, then where have you been for the past five years? Hi, Yamato, it's an honour to have you on the show! How are you and the rest of the band doing?"

"Oh, not so bad." His friend laughed. "We're taking a break for Christmas right now, but we'll be back in the studio to record the new album early next year."

"And what was that song called that you just sang for all our lucky listeners?"

"I don't know about the 'lucky' part, but the song was… Actually, it doesn't have a name yet. I've only just finished writing it. What do you think?"

"I think it's amazing."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, that's good to hear, but then again, I always could rely on you, couldn't I? How you been Tai?"

"Uh, well, you know…"

"Nah, actually, I don't."

"Stop being difficult!"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you."

"You'd be disappointed with me if I did."

"That's true." he laughed, feeling at ease for this first time since beginning this conversation. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you."

"That's good to hear."

"Ditto."

"You wanna do this conversation later. Because, just in case you'd forgotten, this is still being broadcast across the country."

"Ah, all right then. If that's what you want. I'll call back at the end of your shift. Er, what time's that again?"

"Six in the morning." he groaned. "Look, if you stay awake until then, you're gonna be really tired and everything… Maybe you should just leave it-" he began, even though he didn't really want to say it. This brief conversation had shown him how much he had missed these type of talks with Yamato, and he didn't want to lose contact again… But he needn't have worried, for he was cut off mid-sentence.

"Nah, not going to happen, I'm afraid. You don't get rid of me that easily. I'll call back at…6:01. That okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure…"

"Well, you better be there to answer it, or you're in trouble."

"I'll be here."

"Good. Talk to you later then Tai!"

"Yeah, talk to you later, Matt."

And then he hung up.

For a few long moments Taichi watched the snowflakes fall past the window, for some reason feeling happier than he had for some time now. Again he realised that he was still live on air, and struggled to find something coherent to say.

"Er, sorry about the silence, but that call kind of took me by surprise. For those of you who aren't sure who I was talking to, the caller was none other than Yamato Ishida of the Teen Age Wolves! Yep, the one and only, the genuine article!

"Now, I know it can't compare to his stunning solo performance, but the next song I have to play for you is…"

And the next hours passed by in a daze.

To be continued...

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Okay, so that's the first part done. Yeah, so nothing much actually happened in this part, but I need a little time to set the scene, and get the plot moving. Providing that everyone doesn't absolutely hate it, I'll try and get the next part up soon.

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