So, it's like…

3:15 AM, and I'm bored as shit.

I think I'll write a totally Tiato Story. Slight Diachi, inferred Takari, and just a TAD of Sorato and Sorachi.

Rated M for very Sexual Content, and as much swearing as I can fit.

Uh… at the time, these guys are seventeen. What's that? Juniors?

Yeh. They're Juniors. High School.

-DISCLAIMER- I don't own digimon, or the characters, blahblahblah.

My name is Yamato Ichida.

I'm in love with my best friend.

Okay, well, I'm sure you hear that all the time from your sisters or chick friends, but this is different.

My Best Friend is Yagami Taichi.

He's the one I write every song for.

Not Sora, like I keep telling him.

Maybe I should start from somewhere that explains everything?

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Yamato took a slow breath as he lazily dragged his fingers over the strings of his guitar.

"I need… an inspiration. Something… to get me in the mood for a new song." He sighed, and leaned back, closing his eyes. "Just one song. That's all I'm asking…"

"What'd you say, Yama?" Taichi was leaning on the door frame. Yamato hadn't even heard Tai walk in the apartment.

"What the Fu--…" Yamato jumped, startled by Taichi's sudden entance. He succeeded in slamming his head onto the wood of the top bunk he shared with his brother, Takado.

Taichi gasped as his best friend slammed his face into the old wood of the beds. The top bunk creaked loudly, but held.

"Yama! Are you alright? I'm so sorry I should have-- " Tachi babbled. Yamato cut him short as he shakily stood.

"I'll be fine, it's just a bruise." He gave Tai a grin as he rested his elbow on the top bunk of the beds. Each movement made a loud creak. Yamato sat on the lower bunk, "You worry too much, Tai."

"No, I don't. You know I worry just the perfect amount for you." Taichi snickered as he suddenly hopped up on the top bunk of the bed. With the sudden new weight, it snapped, crashing ontop of Yamato. Both Yamato and Taichi screamed as the splintered bed landed on Yamato.

Yamato moaned from beneath the mess of mattress and broken wood. Tai could smell the blood. Taichi quickly jumped from atop the broken bunk beds and hurriedly began pulling the broken wood from the bed, until finally, he pulled Yamato out.

"Yama, Yama, Yama, I'm so sorry. Are you alri-- " Tai stopped at the sight of the blood all over Yamato's arms, and the hole in his Bullets for My Valentine shirt. Taichi could feel his stomach turning already.

Yamato bit his lip; he was actually fine. He could feel that the scratches weren't actually deep, just bleeding a lot. He sighed, and looked at the wreck. Only then did he feels his throat close and his eyes begin to burn.

"My guitar" Yamato bit his lip again, as he thought of his guitar. He could see his guitar was broken. It had been leaning against the edge of the bed, and the neck had snapped in two. He felt his eyes well up. That had been his guitar for the longest time. His first guitar.

Tai misinterpreted Yamato's welled up eyes as physical pain. Tai gingerly grasped Matt's wrist and softly pulled him to the kitchen. Tai tried to hide his retching of the sight of so much blood as he gently bandaged Matts arms.

Yamato was thinking to himself, letting Tai clean and dress his scratches, when he heard Tai say "Take off your shirt, Yama…"

WERD!

Yeah, this is my first fanfic….

And I've barely got any idea WHERE this is going…

R&R PLZ!

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-Jay

AKA dizzy.dinosaurr