Hey, it's Tai here. "Rewind Soldier" is being a butt and refuses to say she doesn't own anything. But I'll say it for her: she's a hobo without possession of anything beyond a box. Thus, I'd laugh if she owned digimon, which she doesn't.

So, this story is about me!!

Liar.

NO!!! Not the voices again! Anything but that!

He's hallucinating again. Don't mind him too much.

The voices…

Friendship fanf-thepain-ic YamaxSoraxTai! First cha-theagony-pter told in Tai's per-thedeception-spective-th-. Shut up Taichi!

Three's A Crowd

Ch. 1 His Hair

Her laugh was the last thing she said to me since two years ago, if you can even call that saying anything. Sometimes crowds just don't mesh, I guess. Since we entered high school, cliques became more of the thing to be in. I couldn't help it; I really wanted to be someone important in my high school days. Consequently, with newly found popularity, a past was lost.

The bell rang that liberated the famished faces of monsters through the doors to the cafeteria. I walked in, alongside my long-time friend, Yamato. "Hey dude, meet you outside at the huge tree thing?" He grinned (which caught a lot of girl's attention) and headed for the next set of doors. Sometimes I envied my best friend's natural popularity, though I could easily do without the horde of monstrous trolls, otherwise known as his fan club.

"Yup. See you out there!" I turned to enter myself into the lunch line. Jumping into line, the hairs moved smoothly with my travels. It had been a couple years since the last haircut, and the next wouldn't be for a while either.

"Hey Tai." I could recognize that voice anywhere. Sora smiled at me as she joined me in the line of too many people. Since high school, Sora entered the tennis club and sort of bailed out on me, completely ditching soccer. It seemed to make her happy, so I let it go. "So, how's your day been so far?" She asked me that every day, and amazingly enough, I always had a different reply.

"Hectic, if you ask me."

"Well, I wasn't asking anyone else." Her eyes narrowed with her sincere smile as we advanced forward. "Ah, I'm not thinking today. I have my own lunch. I'll see you out there okay, Tai?" She laughed at her lack of mindfulness as she raced herself outside. I smirked to myself, remembering everything that my two best friends meant to me. As I finally walked out of the line, someone caught my shoulder.

"Hey Tai. The soccer team is over there talking some strategy for our next game. Come on." Tamaki, a forward player on the soccer team, invited me to join them. Over the summer, I was already selected for the high school varsity team, which meant a lot of practice. I had practice virtually every day, and that made Sora a little mad at me. So during the summer, I became familiar with the team and spent a lot of time with them. Our first day in high school; maybe I should make up with Sora and Matt?

"Yeah. I'm there."

"Tai, what happened to you at lunch?" I entered history class next to Kai, who was another buddy on the soccer team, and faced Matt at the entrance. Kai got the clue and headed on in. I waited for a while before I said anything, but I don't know why. "Tai? You there?" He snapped his fingers in front of me and laughed. "You're more spaced than usual today."

"Whatever. Yeah, sorry about lunch. The soccer dudes wanted me over to talk over some stuff. We've got a big tournament coming up." I looked at him, slightly taller than me. His eyes told me he was not amused.

"Sora got worried about you again. I know she was kidding, but she started going on about how you could have been-"

"Class is about to start." I rubbed my words in between his, and headed for a desk next to Kai's group. Matt's cold glare could be felt stabbing me from behind. I laughed, entering the conversation and saw Matt pass me in my peripheral view. I watched him sit down in the back corner by himself. 'Whatever' I told myself over and over, hoping the feeling of guilt would go away. It would go away soon, right?

From that day on, our freshman year, I was always with the soccer buds. I had a couple of classes with Sora and Matt, but never talked to them. And perfectly coincidental, our jock table was in perfect view through the doors and outside to where Sora and Matt always sat together. I got used to those two throwing angry or sad looks at me; you could guess who gave what look. Let's just say I've had training to be immune to them. The whole freshman year, I've probably said a sum of twenty words to either Matt or Sora, which was all in the first day. But then sophomore year came and, things got a little rocky.

I was walking out of our lunch period with the whole mass of people laughing it up. Among all the cliques, the jocks had the advantage, which I was proud to be a part of. Half way through our second year, and we became a bursting popularity. We walked down the hall with our egos held high, and that's when I saw a familiar head of red.

"Sora?" I fell behind the group and stood, facing her. Her head was stuck in a book as she sat down next to her open locker. She looked up, surprised to see me.

"Yeah." Obviously, she was still a bit fuming about what happened between us. I looked her over in her school skirt. I've never thought of Sora more than a sister and friend, but I can still say she looked cute, even with her slim face silently screaming at me through expression.

"Uh," I muttered uneasily. She showed disinterest as she directed her eyes back to her book. I ran my hand through my hair, then remembered the reason I hadn't cut it for years, "Hey, so I saw you over here by yourself. I was kinda worried. Where's Matt?"

"No where that concerns you." I watched her breathe in deeply and stare up at me. "Are you done? I want to get going." She stood and closed her locker. Sora looked at me once more before stalking off and becoming a part of the mob of students. I sighed and began walking the other way. Down the hall, and on the opposite side of her locker, was my locker. I grabbed a few things and turned back in the direction I had just come from. I saw her again; she went back to the locker after I left. It sort of rubbed me in the wrong way. I felt anger rising inside and saw Matt approaching. Seeing a friend's locker right by Sora's, I hid behind him and waited to hear from my two former friends. "Hey Yama. How was practice?" That's where he was? He left Sora by herself during lunch to play stupid little tunes? At the time, I could care less, Sora was infuriated me earlier, and it wouldn't end soon.

"It was fine. The usual, but really Sor. You should come with me. I hate leaving you behind." I watched the blonde put his hands on Sora's shoulders pleadingly. He swung her back and forth, causing her to laugh.

"But I don't want to disturb you guys. You said you guys had a special gig coming up, so I don't want to jeopardize any chances you have." She snuck in a hug to her best friend before putting away her book in the locker. "If you've ever had any." She added making Matt give her a fake hurt expression. She giggled and nicely pushed him away. They looked happy, which I thought I would have also been happy to see, but I really wasn't. Something was boiling inside of me that wanted to see them miserable. Maybe I should cut my hair.

What's so important about his hair? Geez. Big macho voice that I can't do… Find out next time, on Three's A Crowd!

Haha…. I don't know. Don't even ask, lol.

You're a morbid little child aren't you.

Who said that!? Yamato? TAICHI?!!!!!

Whaaaat? What ever happened to freedom of speech? Huh? But it wasn't me.

Indefinite cackle Oh I'm sure it wasn't Tai. Beware; you already know what I can do to you… ALL OF YOU!!! Don't make me step it up and go all out on Dragon tales. (Not mine. If you haven't read my little doo-dahs on my first fanfic (I'll Always Be) you probably wouldn't understand.)

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