A/N: Um...Taito ficcy here and if you read the memo on it, you know what it is about. If you didn't, I'm sure little Yama can explain.
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Life was great, until Dad sent me to summer camp. I was in my seventeenth year and I was about to be separated from my best friend.
"But Dad!"
"No buts Yamato," he said with a firm voice.
"Why camp, though?"
"It's the only way to get you to concentrate on anything other than Tai or your band!"
"Dad! Please? I mean I'm not going to make any friends and I'll be all alone. Do you want me to cut myself?"
"No and you will not. Go to summer camp or get out."
An hour later I called Tai. He was with this idea much more than he should have been.
"I think it'll be good for you. I'm going to soccer camp, so you would be alone anyways. All of the D-Destined are either at camp or in America."
"So? I mean wouldn't you rather have me here, ready to cook for you when you got back?"
"I really think you should go. No more discussing this Yamato."
We hung up and that was when life became hell. I was standing in front of the bus that would take me away from Tai for my whole summer. I turned to Tai and hugged him tightly.
"Please? Don't make me go Tai," I pleaded.
"Get on the bus, Yamato," he smiled slyly.
He turned me around and shoved me forward. When I got off the bus, a boy came up to me. He had blond hair and dark brown eyes.
He stuck his hand out in front of him and smiled, "I'm Luke, you?"
"Ishida, Yamato Ishida," I shook his hand.
"You should join me and my buddies in cabin eleven."
"Okay?"
Weeks later I came to like this camp with my new friends Luke, Tyler, and Damien. They were kind about bathroom time. I got their shower credits because I was more obsessed with hygiene than they were. I also got my first letter from Tai at soccer camp.
"Ooo, Yamato has a secret admirer from soccer camp," Luke sand when he came with the mail.
"Give it here!"
I ripped it from his hands and he mumbled, "You should read it to us."
I opened it and read it out loud.
Dear Yamato,
I really like this place! My friends here are all from Okinawa and they love your band! How cool, right? I tell them things about you, like the time where you screamed about the rat in the locker room, do you remember that?
One of them has a mega-crush on you, but I told him I wouldn't tell you his name. I miss you Yamato, do you miss me? Is camp good? Are your friends nice? Do you even have friends? Mail me; I'll be waiting for your reply.
Forever yours,
Yamagi Taichi
Luke laughed at the end, Tyler mumbled to himself, and Damien said he was from Okinawa. We had a good time thinking about what to write back.
"No! Close it with the forever yours!
"No, with love you babe!"
The letter went something like this:
Hey Tai,
Camp is good, my friends are nice here. They wanted me to tell you they think you're drop dead sexy (even though they don't know what you look like). I miss you too. Life is hard without you, but I'm going to have to get used to it huh?
I gave in a long time ago about the way I felt for guys, do you remember that? But now, they make me question my sexuality. God, I miss you sooo much. Life is hard and all, but I don't miss the city nights.
I love you,
Ishida Yamato
I wondered endlessly about what Tai was writing back, but I finally got my answer.
Yamato,
You know I've never been good at this. I hate to do this but it's in your best interest to take my letter very seriously. This is so difficult to put into words and I know you are going to hurt. Just take a deep breath and continue reading.
Yamato, we can't be friends anymore. I didn't care that you liked guys, but me? I would give you an explanation, but I feel like it would just be an excuse as to why you aren't worthy or something. Don't ever think that I hate you, because I don't.
Sorry,
Tai
I called Hiro, my band's guitarist and told him everything. He had good news though. Our band got selected for the Tokyo Draft. It was important to us and our band was going to be really famous. Hiro, Kazuki, the drummer, Nobuki, the other guitarist, and Shin, the bassist, were going to be out to get me in a day.
The next day, they came out with a camera man and the Tokyo Draft reporter.
"Hello, Mr. Ishida. I'm Mr. Riodan and I want to interview your band."
"Sure," I smiled at him, through the heartbreak.
"Will you tell us just how important this is for your band?"
"Well, it has been the biggest thing we ever dreamed of. I'm totally psyched to be picked to possibly be signed!"
The whole band broke out into laughter, probably just to make me feel better. I think Mr. Riodan was dumbfounded that we could laugh so easily. He didn't ask more questions, he just watched me hug the guys from my cabin and get in the car. I sat next to Kazuki who was more than willing to let me sit on his lap if I had too.
2 years later~
This is the present-day, my name is Yamato Ishida and I'm famous. In two days, I'll be on the radio, in four, the news, and in six? Probably a surprise concert. Oh, by the way, I'm also being stalked.
Not just any kind of stalking, this guy freaks me out. He never approaches me or even says anything, but I can hear him…in my head. He says things like 'Poor Yamato, so alone', it is so scary. I've told the agency but they won't give a body guard other than the one that protects our band.
I had to escape from that place….Where else was I supposed to go? The only logical person that would help me was Tai. And here I am, standing on his doorstep. He's a famous soccer player after these years and he lives in a mansion. I have my luggage now and I'm going to ring that bell, watch, I'll press that button and Tai will come running to my arms.
I pushed Ding-Dong
A moment later, he was there, glaring at me like I was someone who wasn't close to him at all. I knew a lot about him. Just not anymore. He shut the door in my face and I saw him walk towards a room that had white curtains.
I walked up to the window and said, "Please Tai, I'm not safe anywhere. I'm in trouble…I need help."
This chapter is 1,190 words long by itself! WOW! I don't know when the next chapter will be up. Just keep checking for it, because I'll be writing!
