Hello folks! I present to you... this. I hope you like it.
And... sorry about my rage quit to "It's not that easy"... I hope I can rectify everything.
This is a sequel to "It's not that easy"... But... That story is not that good, so even though this new one is based on my first FF, you don't have to read it. This new story is better, trust me. Anyway, you'll find it here s/9351112/1/It-s-not-that-easy
Enjoy and let me know that you think.
Fresh tea smell mixed with smooth tones from the radio made him wake up. Blonde hair rustled as his body crawled out of the bed, his joints snapped as he stretched. Matt put some clothes on, scuffed into the kitchen, got down on a chair and smiled at his wife, who was making breakfast at that moment. Her name was Jen. Her long, wavy brown hair reached to her neck and was slightly swinging while she fried some eggs in a pan. "Morning honey" escaped Matt's contently smiling mouth. "Morning Matt" the young woman replied. She turned around and handed him a bowl of soup, rice and after that a plate with eggs and some vegetables. "Scrambled, as always." Their eyes met and both looked at each other happily. "You know me too well." uttered the blonde and started to eat his breakfast.
Grabbing his lunchbox and stuffing it inside his briefcase, Matt left the apartment, got downstairs and walked to the train station. It wasn't that far away. After he got on his train, Matt found a nice place to sit. Out of his briefcase he took a magazine and kept himself busy reading. A few stations later, he got up from his seat, left the train and continued his way. Walking for around fifteen minutes, Matt reached a skyscraper, in its upper stories providing space for offices.
Right after opening the door to the company Matt was working at and smelling the familiar, greeting wave of paper-, ink- and human-scent, he sighed heavily but content. He liked his job.
When Matt finished school, he went to university, found a nice girl, married her, found a great job and was living a great life. Most of his former plans were successful and he even managed to cope with this rather unpleasant situation back then.
"Hey Ishida!" sounded from the cubicle next to Matt's. "Good morning Akira" was the blonde's response. In front of him sat a slim, tall guy with thin and long arms and legs, turning on his office chair in circles, his head covered with short, black hair and on his nose were some lathy glasses. "How was your night? Was it fun?" Akira asked with a big grin. "Oh stop being so obnoxious" said Matt, punching Akira's shoulder gently for fun.
Papers lay on decent stacks on Matt's desk, next to his keyboard. Also some pens and a cup of tea somehow managed to look tidy without even being organized. Switching on his PC and occasionally sipping a little bit tea, he began to work. Since he was an employee for a big automobile company, he had to manage some of the material flows and deliveries.
From the cubicle adjoined to Matt's (opposite to Akira's) somebody hissed to the blonde guy: "Hey, Matt?" - "What?" - "Did you get the news today would start a new guy on our floor?" - "Oh, no, I didn't catch that. Who is he?" - "No idea" answered Takuma, a handsome, not so tall guy with blueish hair. "I think he should be here by this time" he added, looking at his watch.
Speaking of the new guy, the office's doors flung open. Hastily a tall man with wide shoulders entered the room. Messy, brown hair was put on his head, spiking in all directions. Next, he sprinted clumsily through the office, in one hand his briefcase, the other hand at his mouth, feeding a rice ball to himself. He ran next to Matt's cubicle, looking confused. "Hey" he started with a full mouth, noticing his mistake and gulping down its contents. "where, um, is the bosses office? I..." he made a pause and looked at Matt. "uh, am the new guy." Said new guy tilted his head and observed Matt with narrowed eyes. The blonde pointed his hand in the direction to the searched office, adding a short "There." Smiling and waving a thank you with his rice ball-hand, the other one shot in said direction.
"Huh, weird guy" mumbled Akira. "I bet he's a dick. What do you think, Matt?" Silence. "Matt..?" - "Huh? What?" Matt stared in the air for a few seconds before shaking his head. "Err... yes... no... No, he didn't look that friendly. Let's find out in the break." - "Yeah, let's do that."
Some time later, across the office, that guy with his brown hair was introduced to his cubicle. This floor's boss showed him his stuff, the important rooms and told him something about the companies' philosophy. Matt had to admit he somehow admired the new guy's body. It was big, muscular and looked like that of a sportsman. Over his broad shoulders tensed a smooth, dark blue suit, and even though his hair appeared messy, it didn't seem unkempt or frivolous, at least from Matt's perspective that was from behind and across the hole office. For an unknown reason, this tall, dark haired guy appeared oddly familiar to Matt. Turning his head back to his monitor, he scrapped unnecessary thoughts from his mind and kept working.
When Matt was fully covered in work, a bell rang and a gentle, friendly voice announced the first break via speakers. Stomachs growling, Akira, Takuma and Matt strolled to the canteen. Everyone got a tray full of food and sat down at a table. Chatting about various stuff, they turned silent as suddenly this new guy stood behind Matt, a tray on his hands. The blonde stopped talking and turned around, looking at his face. Hazel eyes stared back.
"You're the guys from earlier, right?" he asked the small group. "Uhm... Yes. At least, I guess." said Takuma. "Can we help you somehow?" - "Do you mind if I sit down?" The three guys looked at each other, then back to the brunette. "No, not at all." uttered Akira. Being kind of born clumsily, the tall guy put his tray on the table and sat down. "I thought maybe making contact with you was easier. You seemed nice and all." he said. "So... who exactly are you?" asked Akira while Matt stuffed some rice in his mouth. To Matt's right side the guy leaned back and stretched. "I'm Taichi Yagami, but you can call me Tai if you want." He smiled. Chopsticks clattered on the table and Matt's glare at his rice bowl was soaked with venom. The others stared at him.
Picking up his tray without a word, rushing away and cramming said tray with all its contents on a small cart for used tableware, he pushed the canteen's door open with his shoulder, one hand covering his face. Long, blonde strands of hair swung frantically around his neck.
Matt bit on his index finger's joint to shut himself up, sprinted into the floor's bathroom, looked at his reflection in the mirror and let out a whimper. Why on earth did this happen to him? He managed to block his past away till now...
Taichi was somehow his first love, based on an affair, gay feelings and the loss of all his friends. Though, he had to admit, it was his fault to some degree. After breaking up with Taichi and losing control – and severely hurting himself – he blocked contact to all of his former friends. And now? Now he was married, had new friends and didn't feel the urge to be attracted to some handsome boy for quite a time. But now? Now Taichi was there. At his company. Of course, Matt didn't want him to be dead or anything (or did he?), but he definitely didn't want him in his life. Now he was working in the same department with this prick. And that was kind of raping his thoughts at the moment.
Another whimper escaped his mouth before Matt splashed his face with cold water from the sink, washing small tears away. Matt didn't even care about his shirt and just continued splashing water to his face. Standing there for some minutes, his face above the sink, Matt didn't note the door opened and Takuma stepped to him. He put his hand comforting on Matt's shoulder. "Matt? Are you OK?" Matt shrugged, pulling up his face from the sink and splattering water on his shirt. Wet strands of blonde hair stuck to his forehead. "I... I don't feel that good. Maybe I ate something bad." - "I don't think that's the problem. We all ate the same things except you ate Jen's breakfast. And it's very unlikely she poisoned you and even if she accidentally gave you something bad, she'd have called you by now."
Cleaning his nostrils from water, Matt sucked air in and wiped over his mouth. "Did he recognize me?" - "Who?" - "Tai." - "Oh, you mean the new guy? I don't think so. Why should he?" Matt sighed quietly. "I know him from earlier. We were good friends in school back then..." - "What happened?" Matt turned around. "I... I think I should tell you some other time." - "Alright. But you can talk to me if you want, OK?" - "Yes, thanks about that." The blonde smiled contently, though his eyes looked hurt and broken.
Hungry and with wet eyes, Matt headed back to his cubicle, got his lunchbox out and ate a bit, sniffling now and then. At least his meal tasted good. Drinking another cup of tea in one go, he looked at his wrist. Ten years ago, he broke it off with his former friends and Tai. Only Takeru and Kari had contact to him, since TK was his brother and Kari TK's girlfriend, to this day, to be precise. They tried to bridge the conflicts and reunite the group, but it didn't work, because Matt stayed stubborn and he didn't want to give them any further chances.
Head leaned back, eyes closed and turning back and forth on his chair, Matt waited for the break to finish. Footsteps.
"Hey..." Matt cringed. That voice belonged to Tai. "You rushed away so quickly when I sat down... Do you feel sick? Are you OK?" Matt shook his head. "I have a car, I can drive you home if you want..." offered Taichi. Laughter cracked the silence, when Matt shook and shrugged, producing weird, somehow sardonic sounds. "You're the same moron as always, aren't you?" the blonde asked with a broad, grotesque and obscure grin. "Excuse me?" asked Tai confusedly. Matt stared at him. "You don't even remember me." A heavy sigh escaped his throat. The confusion in Tai's eyes grew bigger. "I'm Ishida." Tai's jaw dropped.
"No way! Matt?" Surprisingly, he smiled gleefully and looked like he was jumping at Matt for a hug for a second. The blonde nodded, his smooth hair rustling softly. "I never thought I'd see you again!" shouted Taichi. "Figures." muttered Matt. "How are you? Man, I can't believe we didn't talk for... like... ten years?" - "I'm married." Tai's eyes opened wide. "And before being so happy-go-lucky, recall what you did back then." - "What do you mean?" Matt groaned angrily. "Damn, you're stupid. I nearly ki-" Looking around nervously if somebody was around, he continued whispering. "I nearly killed myself! And it was all your fault!" - "Why? What? You're married? And... sorry..." Fading to guilt or pity, his voice went silent.
"Get out of my face, asshole" snarled Matt and turned around.
Tai left.
Sounds like drama, doesn't it? I'd love to hear your opinion.
See you next chapter! *waves*
