Okay first off I'd like to thank Rabid Intellegence Worshipper for that lovely flame you gave me. Two words CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! You can do that instead of using these colorful phrases to describe my writing. First off I asked for the reviews because before on another site I had stories and noone read them. I am not putting up sequals if there is noone to read them! 2nd of all. People are homophobes for no reason. My dad is. I did give a bit of background, I explained it in the 'expensive vase' part. Listen I think you should just sit down and meditate. It'll do you some good.

I don't own digimon

Matt & Tai-17

Tai is my best friend in the whole world and has been since the 7th grade. Regardless of all the pain he puts me through, not to mention his friends and family, Tai's a cutter. He's tried over and over again to kill himself. It's only because of us- no because of me. I'm in love with Tai. I, Yamato Ishida am in love with his best friend Taichi Kamiya. He loves me back, too. The problem is, his parents hate me. They know how we feel about each other and they hate me for "poisoning their son". They're probably the biggest homophobes you could ever meet. I wish we would have know this beforehand, they've always seemed so chipper and accepting. Even when Tai broke this expensive vase his mom bought by playing with his soccer ball in the living room.

Since the parents are such big jerks, he now has no privacy, no life, and in his mind, no reason to live. He's coming home today from the hospital because of his latest suicide attempt. This time Kari, his sister, found him bleeding to death in his room because she came home early from cheerleading practice.

I waited outside his apartment building, with the rest of our friends, for his parent's car to pull up. Tai's dad bought this shiny new black thing that they call a car but, like all automobiles, I call it a giant metal deathtrap. When they pulled up I morbidly had the thought that the car was almost like a hearse. 'It is a hearse' I mentally corrected myself, 'bringing him to his death because staying with these people will eventually kill him'.

I watched in disgust as he exited the car. His normally tanned skin was now a chalk-like pallor, his once proud shoulders now drooped and his stunning chocolate brown eyes were downcast and listless. 'Look what they've done to him. They broke my Tai'. I felt like crying. Everyone stood and watched him slowly make his way towards the group. All were deathly silent. Tai has now become very angry all the time and rarely ever smiles. Needless to say this affects the people around him badly. I just hope this doesn't put him in a bad mood.

As weak as he was he still managed a small smile and hugs to each of his friends. When he looked at me his smile left his eyes and he looked more apologetic. "I'm sorry Matt." He spoke quietly as we hugged. Before I could ask what he meant, his parents approached us. "You don't touch my son," his father spat. I hated them. I hated them so much for hurting him and being so damnably stupid.

"As you wish, father of the year." I sneered and stalked away, leaving everyone to stare at my retreating back.

The next night I felt like crap. My dad had to work late at the TV station so once again I was on my own. After cooking a dinner I barely tasted and realizing there was nothing on television remotely watchable, I began to get restless. What was Tai doing right now? Was he all right? Was he trying to kill himself again? I can't stop thinking about the good old days when we would just sit and stare up in the night sky.

"I wonder, when you die, where do you go?"

"I dont know Tai, I guess you just go to heaven or something."

"You know what I think? I think you become a star. So that you could be immortalized in the sky. You live on through clear nights like this and maybe, if youre lucky, someone would make a wish on you." I made a wish then. I made it on the brightest star in the sky. I wished that we would be together forever.

"Well I think that when you die, you would be the brightest star in the sky."

"You think so?"
"I know so." He looked at me and that was when I told him how I felt. The love I felt for him and how I wanted him to understand how I felt. The next week he told me he felt the same.

I decided that a walk in the brisk autumn air would do me some good so I grabbed my jacket. I opened the door quickly just to slam into a cotton covered wall of flesh. Chocolate eyes met mine as we stood there for a moment. "Tai…"

"Hey," he hugged me and I embraced him back not wanting to let go, "I missed you."

"Me too." 'He smells so nice.'

"Where are you going?" He let me go.

"For a walk."

"Why go for a walk when you can go for a ride?"

"Huh?" he pointed to the street where the demon parents' car was parked. "You brought the hearse?" I asked half jokingly.

"Cute name." He laughed.

"It's appropriate." We got into the car and he started driving. "So when are you going back to school?"
"I dunno. I've missed so much I'm not sure I can even graduate this year."

"Oh. Tai…"

"Yama, I'm so sorry- for everything. I know I make you worry, but my parents and I, we have these horrible arguments and…"

I covered his hand that was resting lightly on the steering wheel with my own. "Aishiteru gozaimasu."

"I know, aishiteru."

Silence.

"Umm, Matt. I was thinking… well I had and idea… well it's just something that popped in my head…"

"Spit it out already!"

"Well…"

I knew he'd understand so I left a note for my dad and Tai also left a note for my dad to give to his parents. So did I. There were only three words on mine, though, "Go to hell." I took my guitar with me. If I was going to go, if I was going to leave this dismal place, might as well do it with my prized possession. Tai has had a soccer ball over my house since 9th grade, "in case of emergencies". He decided that it would be appropriate to go with that. We drove to a precipice near the ocean just outside the city. Tai cut us both and we let the blood drip a bit in the car leaving a trail from the car seats to the edge of the cliff. We held hands, blood mixing together, as the dawn broke and the water below rushed up to meet us.