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Day 1: Holding hands

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He loved Yamato's hands. The way the long, slender fingers plucked the strings of his bass guitar when the owner was lost in thought; the way he twirled his pen around in class whenever he was bored; the way those ashen digits glided through his golden blond locks when he was stressed; the way those fingers would curl into the palm in anger.

But what did Yamato's hands do when he was happy?

Taichi cocked his head to one side, observing his best friend, while contemplating the question at hand. He really had no idea what those hands did when Matt was happy. Was said teen ever even happy? No, Tai shook his head, of course Matt was happy. He had come a long way from the cold, uninterested, apathetic boy he used to be.

They were now in their final year of high school and their fights were a thing of the past. Sure, they did disagree at times, but not nearly as often as they used to and, whilst one good punch or smack brought the other to reality, none were thrown in retaliation.

Speaking of smacking, Tai felt someone slap the back of his head. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to not be ignored.

"Hello! Earth to Tai, are you in there?"

Tai turned his gaze to his best friend's amused, deep-blue eyes and would have gotten lost in those next, instead of his thoughts, had it not been for his younger sister, Hikari, clearing her throat.

Tai turned his brown eyes to her mahogany-coloured ones, briefly glancing over the rest of the younger digidestined team gathered in the park. "Yes?"

Kari let out a sigh, "You really haven't been listening, have you?" Tai's face adopted a sheepish look. "I guess there's no point in asking for your opinion, then."

The elder gave an uneasy laugh and scratched the back of his head nervously. "Guess not."

The younger Kamiya let out another sigh and shifted her gaze to the other senior. "Matt? I take it you were paying attention."

An award-winning smirk. "Naturally."

"Input, then, please." Tai couldn't help but notice the light blush that covered his sister's face, or the way she almost stumbled over her words. It seemed that not even Kari was immune to the Ishida charm. Obviously, she only saw Matt as another older brother. Tai knew this full-well, but he still couldn't help the small pang of jealousy that stabbed at his insides.

Technically, Yamato Ishida was not his. They both knew that they had feelings for each other that surpassed those of just close friends, but nothing was official. They flirted and made passes at each other, but they had yet to go on a real date and their physical relationship was limited to touches and hugs that lasted a fraction of a second longer than deemed appropriate by society.

Tai heaved a huge sigh. He really wanted to move past the seemingly invisible barrier that separated him from Matt. Neither had breached the topic of why they weren't together and Tai had to wonder why. Not that wondering would give him the courage to do so, mind you.

"Tai?"

Brown eyes snapped up, to stare into endless blue ones. They were questioning and filled with slight worry.

"What? Sorry," he gave an impish grin, "wasn't paying attention again."

The concern in those blue eyes grew, "Are you ok? You seem more spaced out than usual..."

"Are you sick?" Tai looked over into another pair of blue eyes, though these a shade darker and not as piercing.

"Nah, I'm alright, TK, just thinking."

Takeru's blue eyes shifted to his brother's briefly, seeking a silent opinion, before quickly shooting back. He gave the old leader a smile and nodded.

Matt stood up and Tai looked up worriedly, but his best friend's attention was directed at the younger team. "I think I'll be taking Tai home now, seeing as he's not paying any attention and will be of no use whatsoever. I've given my opinion on the matter and it's really up to you how you approach this situation. I don't think I can offer any further advice..." He shifted slightly, giving away his unease, though Tai doubted if anyone apart from him could tell.

Cody gave him a rare smile, "Thanks, Matt. Your opinion did give us a new perspective." He looked round at the others, who nodded their consent.

"Yeah, thanks Matt." Kari said.

Matt just nodded and glanced at the brunet still sitting on his right. "Coming?"

"Uh, sure!" Tai quickly got up to laughs from the middle schoolers. "We'll see you guys later."

"Let me know how things turn out."

"Sure, bro. See you guys!"

Matt turned with a wave of his hand and started walking away. Tai shot a quick 'bye' at the group and hurried after the blond. They walked side-by-side for a few minutes before Matt shot a questioning glance at the other teen.

"So, care to share what had you so preoccupied during that meeting?" The tone was neutral, neither demanding, nor curious.

"I was just thinking about different things."

"Such as?" Again, not a hint of curiosity.

"Your hands. Us." Tai's tone was almost absent-minded, but Matt knew he was waiting for... something.

"I like your hands, but I do wonder..."

There was a pause.

"Thank you."

A slender hand sneaked into Taichi's thicker one and the owners exchanged matching smiles; a small shy one from the blond and a larger one from the brunet.

This.

This is what Yamato's hands did when he was happy.