1 PAY OFF ARC
Story two -- Paying the Price
Angst, shounen ai, parental abuse, homophobes.
Rating: R, for parental abuse, adult situations and language. [Possible lemon, no guarantees though.]
AN: I always hate to see parents not except their children in certain cases. One of those cases is when a child is homosexual. I'm going to try and write this as best I can, and I hope to have the angsty part down since I'm sort of going through that now with my own parents. They don't seem to watch their words and use words like 'fag', 'queer' and other words such as that around me and it's upsetting. But Taichi's gonna be a little braver than I am in my case. ^^;
Digimon is the rightful property of Toei animation, fox kids and a bunch of rich Japanese folk. I claim to own none and write this simply for other's, and my, enjoyment.
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Chapter One
***
Taichi glared at the clock in front of the room for the seventh time. The damned thing was going slower just to irk him. He swore the thing had been at 2:36 for five minutes now.
He turned back to his work, looking over the ditto in front of him. He was not in the mood to think. This weekend Yama had invited him to go to Nasaka with him and the band for a concert. He couldn't turn down the offer and he wouldn't.
He suspected his mother knew about Yamato and his relationship. She didn't seem too upset about it, but didn't exactly enjoy the idea. She would give him or Yamato funny looks when they went back to his room or when he told her he was going to Yamato's home downtown for the evening.
His father was another story. He didn't have a very close relationship with him and they always got into arguments over trivial things. If his father found out... Let's just say that the least that would happen would be that he would never get to see Yamato again. He knew the homophobic tendencies his father had; they could be watching that American show, "Will and Grace" and he would make ignorant comments about the gay guy. Tai would usually let it slip by, but had become more irritated by it as his relationship with Yamato got better.
He blinked down at the paper on his desk and picked up a pencil to fill in an answer. That's when the bell rang. Sighing, he packed up his things and left class to meet Yamato outside under one of the cherry trees that were in bloom.
***
Yamato was leaning against the tree as Taichi had predicted, arms crossed, head down. He looked up to see Taichi crossing the school yards in his direction, in the process of removing his green jacket and unbuttoning the cuffs on his undershirt.
"It's about time," Yamato chided in that oh-so-cool voice of his.
Taichi grinned, "I can only go so fast," he retorted. "My class is on the other side of the campus and I couldn't run, it's too hot out here." He threw his jacket over his shoulder and smiled at the blonde.
"Are you ready for this weekend?" Yamato asked as he picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"Yeah, we just need to stop by my house to get my stuff. It's already packed."
"Then let's go, we need to meet the guys down by the pier at four, so that gives us 1 1/2 hours."
Taichi nodded and they began walking towards his house. Hikari wouldn't be home until four, so he wouldn't get to see her before leaving. He was sure Daisuke or Takeru would end up following her home, but he had more important things to do other than watch over his sister and her fan club. Daisuke was starting to seem less interested in her anyway. He was spending far more time with Ken, though he lived so far away. At least that's what he had heard from Yama, who heard it from Takeru, who was now good friends with Dai.
***
"Hey Taichi," Yamato called from the living room as he waited for his boyfriend to retrieve his belongings for the weekend.
"Yea?" Tai poked his head out of his room and gave Yamato a quizzical look, raising one eyebrow to add a small crease to his forehead.
Yamato had to admit that he looked cute when he did that. Not that there wasn't many times that Tai didn't look cute. And in fact, he couldn't recall a time. That was probably one of the things that attracted him to Taichi--his charm and undying ability to be so damned cute and likable.
"Yama-chan? What were you going to say?" By this time Taichi had stepped out of his room and stood there, looking down at Yamato, who was lounging on the couch in his on reverie.
Yamato blinked up at him and smiled, scrunching his blue eyes into a smile of their own as well. "Sorry, I was thinking."
Taichi smiled and flopped down on the couch, resting his head in Yamato's lap and smiling up at him. "'Bout what?"
Yamato ran a pale finger along the tanned jawbone of his boyfriend's face. "What do you think, silly? You, of course."
"What were you going to say?"
"Mmm..." Yamato thought quietly for a moment before looking down at Taichi. "It had to do with this weekend."
Taichi sat up and looked at him. "Do Akira, Takashii and the others know?"
"No, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Yamato had a wavering look about him; his eyes darted back and forth from Taichi's face to his hands.
Taichi grabbed his hands and held them within his own. "We don't have to let them know if you don't want to ruin you're reputation in the band," Taichi uttered quietly, and Yamato could feel the sense of hurt that the brunette was feeling.
He looked up at him and sighed. "It's not my reputation in the band I'm worried about. Lately they've been getting more uppity about words like, 'fag' and 'queer' or saying something's gay. I'm not sure they would except it if they found out, and I might get kicked out of the band. But," he hurried, before Taichi could enter his two cents on the topic, "it's not the band I'm worried about. Just because I'm gay, I don't want to be segregated. I want people to look at me the same way they did before they found out. I don't want them to think it's a disease and the simple act of conversing will get you sick or something."
Yamato looked down at their clasped hands and squeezed Taichi's. That had got him depressed. Slowly, he looked up to see Taichi looking deep in thought. He watched him for a moment, before the brunette spoke.
"If you don't want to tell them, or you don't want me to do anything that would make them think badly of you, then I won't. I'll do anything to make you happy." Taichi's brown eyes flickered and he smiled mutely.
Yamato smiled and moved closer to Taichi, breath suddenly heavy, just like anytime he kissed him. He brushed his lips against Tai's, a content sigh escaping before he leaned in more, his eyes fluttering closed and one of his hands coming from its tangled position with Taichi's to run along the tan face.
Taichi kissed back, and though he was usually the dominant one in the relationship, he let Yamato kiss him, one of his hands coming up to cup the hand on his cheek.
Yamato backed up slowly, his eyes lidded heavily but opened as he looked over Taichi's face. "Tai-chan... Aishiteru, eien ni. Ore wo shinjite yo. I will tell them one day, but for now, please, bear with me."
Taichi smiled at him. "I know you'll do the right thing when the time comes. Until then, I will refrain myself from urges I may have..."
Yamato smiled and glanced over at the VCR's digital clock. "We better get going, I still have to stop by my house and get my stuff before we leave."
Taichi nodded and stood, stretching before disappearing into his dark room to get his bag. He closed his bedroom door behind him and after he left a note for Hikari in her room, they left to go to Yamato's house.
***
They made it to Yamato's house in less than fifteen minutes. Yamato was relieved that there wasn't a big traffic jam like usual, but fretted that there probably would be on the way to the pier. Nothing really happened at Yamato's house, Taichi complained that he shouldn't carried both his guitar and his bag, so Tai ended up with Yamato's bag-- his book bag on his back and Yamato's duffel bag in his hand.
They made it to the pier with about the same traffic problems as before and were only a couple minutes late. Akira was the one to complain as he brushed his too short but too long red bangs from his face. Takashii was quietly questioning why Yamato brought his messy haired friend with him but kept to himself. Yue, being the youngest, quickly loaded their stuff into the back of the van and waited for everyone to enter before getting in himself.
Their seating was fairly the same as usual-- Akira and Takashii up front, Akira driving, Yue and Yukata behind Akira against the side of the van, and Yamato and the stuff on the other side, behind Takashii. This time though, the stuff was dispersed against the back of the van, and between people and Taichi sat next to Yamato.
Taichi's opinion of the ride to Nasaka could have been described in one word--boring. Akira, Takashii and Yukata all talked about the concert and their new music, Yue slept and Yamato went over lyrics and chords while trying to keep a conversation with everyone that was awake, unsuccessfully doing so and realizing that after about a half hour. He kept quiet the rest of the three-hour trip, leaving Taichi with the option of either sleeping like Yue or trying to talk to Akira, Takashii and Yukata. He tried the latter, finding it unsuccessful because not only did he not understand most of what they were saying, but also because Akira and Takashii seemed to have a dislike for him, even though they had only known him a full hour or so when he began talking.
He eventually fell asleep, starting out in an upright position and unconsciously falling against Yamato, who's face went from the usual pale to a nice pink color. Luckily no one was paying attention to him, so he simply pushed Taichi over carefully and allowed him to lie on the bags next to him. Conveniently, or inconveniently, there weren't any bags placed between the two boys, leaving Taichi free to do what he wanted to. But to Yamato's propensity, he behaved the whole ride, though most of it was spent sleeping.
During the drive, Taichi never found out when because he was asleep and honestly didn't care, Akira and Takashii changed positions. Takashii wasn't the best driver in the world and Taichi was roused by the van coming to a complete halt. Of course, he didn't find out why until after he was jostled, pushed towards the front of the van, landing on Yamato's lap and the papers he was looking over and then thrown to the back again to hit his head on Yamato's guitar.
"Shimatta!" he yelled, grabbing his forehead and wincing as the pain receptors transferred the pain to his brain. He had hit it pretty hard, considering how fast Takashii was going and how quickly he stopped.
Yamato, who was fussing over the crinkled papers Tai had landed on, quickly moved over to his boyfriend, removing the hand and looking at the large red mark that encompassed most of the right side of his forehead. "Are you okay Tai-c--Taichi?" He sighed mentally, both perturbed at his almost slip up of Taichi's pet name and thankful when Tai nodded.
"I think so," accompanied his nod.
Yamato sighed and turned around to glare meaningfully at the driver of the van. "Takashii! Why the hell did you stop?" He was visibly irate, and Taichi, though in his dazed state, knew why. No one messed with Taichi, even if by accident.
"Urasai!" the brash teen yelled back. "It's not my fault! There's a damned accident up ahead."
"Then why didn't you realize that before getting to it?" Yamato was kneeling beside the damaged brunette; he had his hand on the swelling area, hoping his normally cold hands would help the best they could.
"Because the damned idiot in front of me did the same thing! Chill the fuck out!" Takashii growled at the blonde in the back. Normally he wouldn't be so harsh with Yamato, but he was in a really pissed-off mood, not only because of the accident, but because Yamato hadn't informed him or the rest of the band that he was bringing a friend along.
Yue blinked confused blue eyes at the argument, looking over at Taichi who looked a little light in the head. "Anou... Yamato-san, I think Taichi is about to pass out," he said quietly.
His comment went unheard.
"What is wrong with you lately Yamato? You usually aren't this adamant about finding out what's wrong. You just sit there, working on new music or something, ignoring the rest of us. Your friend there comes along, gets a little bump on his head and you start acting like a mother hen."
Yamato glared at him. So what if he was acting impudent lately. Taichi was hurt and he was going to make sure he was okay. "It's not just a little bump, Takashii. He may have a concussion and I don't want it to get worse. Why don't you let Akira drive from now on?"
"Anou... Yamato-san... Taichi, he's not looking too good," Yue interjected once more, hopefully getting Yamato's attention.
Again, missed.
"Why should I let Akira drive? It's not my fault we had a sudden stop, chill out and take care of your little friend. You shouldn't have brought him---" Takashii was cut off by Akira's hand and unwavering hazel gaze, one that told him to keep his normally quiet mouth just that. Quiet.
Yamato growled. "You have a problem with Taichi? He has done nothing to you, why the hell should you be worried about him? Leave that to me and learn how to drive." Yamato knew it was a false accusation still accusing Takashii for Taichi's head injury, but he was over his boiling point.
"Yamato-san!"
Yamato blinked, his blue eyes going from deadly venom to confused shock. "Are?"
"Taichi-kun is not looking well, he's been lying there and seems to be getting paler as you two continue your stupid argument. If you wish to pay attention to Taichi-kun's wounds, please pay attention to them and not to the futile argument you are absorbed in with Takashii-san." Yue blinked blue eyes, exasperated and annoyed.
"Gomen ne, Yue-san." Yamato turned back to Taichi who's face *was* pale and his eyes were closing. "Taichi," he shook him slightly with one arm. "Don't pass out please."
Taichi groaned. "Yama-chan," he whispered, though in his hazy state, he knew where they were and didn't want to risk Yamato any more trouble. "My head hurts."
Yamato suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and ran a hand, the one that was on Taichi's forehead, along his face, pushing the unruly bangs back, only to have them bounce back to their previous position. "It's okay, as soon as we can, we'll stop somewhere and get you some ice."
"It... It really hurts..." Taichi closed his eyes and his head lolled to the side. Despite Yama's words not to pass out, Taichi couldn't hold it anymore and did just that.
***
"Ow."
Yamato blinked and moved to look inside the van. Taichi lay there, holding his head and the bag of ice wrapped in napkins that seemed to be from a convenience store. They were still at the convenience store, waiting for Taichi to regain consciousness.
"Tai-chan, thank god you're okay." Yamato whispered as he crawled into the van.
"Where the hell am I?"
Yamato once again suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Inside a van at a convenience store about a half hour from Nasaka. Remember, the accident ahead, you hitting your head. Takashii and my argument?"
"Uh, I remember hitting my head, but that's about it. It hurts too damn much to forget. Ow." He let out a whimper and held the ice closer to it. "Ya know, ice gives you a headache."
"That's from the hit, bakayarou."
"Is he okay?" Yukata asked, popping his head inside the side door to the van, his black hair spiking everywhere.
Yamato nodded and turned to him. "Go tell the other's that we can leave now, and tell Akira to stay out of my Slushie."
Yukata grinned and nodded, flashing a 'victory' sign and running off to get the guys from their seated positions on the sidewalk on the other side of the rather large parking lot.
Yamato, after making sure the coast was clear, scooted over next to Taichi, lifting his head and laying it in his lap, running a pale hand through the dark unruly hair. He smiled down at the tan face that looked up at him. "Let's hope the rest of the weekend will go a little smoother than this, ne Tai-chan?"
Taichi smiled, his brown eyes shining. Yamato knew what Taichi wanted. Carefully, first listening for the footsteps of fellow bands members, Yamato leaned down and kissed Tai softly, his thick lashes falling shut for the briefest of moments before he pulled away, opening them again.
Taichi smiled, planning on keeping quiet for the rest of the ride. He had planned on hanging out with the guys to make things look less suspicious, but he was having second thoughts about it after Takashii's harsh words earlier. He knew what he would have said hadn't Akira, levelheaded as he was, cut him off.
Yamato shifted, moving to lean against the side of the van, bringing Taichi to rest in his lap. Taichi closed his eyes; his breath evened out, alerting Yamato that he was indeed asleep. "I love you Tai-chan... I'll pull through, I promise..."
***
Aishiteru, eien ni. Ore wo shinjite yo. -- 'I love you, forever. Believe in me.'
Urasai! -- 'Shut up'
Anou... -- 'um...'
Are? -- A male slang form of 'what' or 'huh'. Not the English word 'are', but a-ray, adding a roll of the 'r'.
Gomen ne -- 'sorry', gomen nasai is I'm sorry.
Bakayarou -- 'stupid boy,' I believe. Something along those lines.
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eh... first part. this is ONLY the beginning... i have plans for this whole thing, big ones. then once this story is over, it's on to what happened between yamato and sora and how taichi deals with that... and such. anyway, please tell me what you think, and visit my site @ http://www.goth.tk. ^___^
Story two -- Paying the Price
Angst, shounen ai, parental abuse, homophobes.
Rating: R, for parental abuse, adult situations and language. [Possible lemon, no guarantees though.]
AN: I always hate to see parents not except their children in certain cases. One of those cases is when a child is homosexual. I'm going to try and write this as best I can, and I hope to have the angsty part down since I'm sort of going through that now with my own parents. They don't seem to watch their words and use words like 'fag', 'queer' and other words such as that around me and it's upsetting. But Taichi's gonna be a little braver than I am in my case. ^^;
Digimon is the rightful property of Toei animation, fox kids and a bunch of rich Japanese folk. I claim to own none and write this simply for other's, and my, enjoyment.
***
Chapter One
***
Taichi glared at the clock in front of the room for the seventh time. The damned thing was going slower just to irk him. He swore the thing had been at 2:36 for five minutes now.
He turned back to his work, looking over the ditto in front of him. He was not in the mood to think. This weekend Yama had invited him to go to Nasaka with him and the band for a concert. He couldn't turn down the offer and he wouldn't.
He suspected his mother knew about Yamato and his relationship. She didn't seem too upset about it, but didn't exactly enjoy the idea. She would give him or Yamato funny looks when they went back to his room or when he told her he was going to Yamato's home downtown for the evening.
His father was another story. He didn't have a very close relationship with him and they always got into arguments over trivial things. If his father found out... Let's just say that the least that would happen would be that he would never get to see Yamato again. He knew the homophobic tendencies his father had; they could be watching that American show, "Will and Grace" and he would make ignorant comments about the gay guy. Tai would usually let it slip by, but had become more irritated by it as his relationship with Yamato got better.
He blinked down at the paper on his desk and picked up a pencil to fill in an answer. That's when the bell rang. Sighing, he packed up his things and left class to meet Yamato outside under one of the cherry trees that were in bloom.
***
Yamato was leaning against the tree as Taichi had predicted, arms crossed, head down. He looked up to see Taichi crossing the school yards in his direction, in the process of removing his green jacket and unbuttoning the cuffs on his undershirt.
"It's about time," Yamato chided in that oh-so-cool voice of his.
Taichi grinned, "I can only go so fast," he retorted. "My class is on the other side of the campus and I couldn't run, it's too hot out here." He threw his jacket over his shoulder and smiled at the blonde.
"Are you ready for this weekend?" Yamato asked as he picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"Yeah, we just need to stop by my house to get my stuff. It's already packed."
"Then let's go, we need to meet the guys down by the pier at four, so that gives us 1 1/2 hours."
Taichi nodded and they began walking towards his house. Hikari wouldn't be home until four, so he wouldn't get to see her before leaving. He was sure Daisuke or Takeru would end up following her home, but he had more important things to do other than watch over his sister and her fan club. Daisuke was starting to seem less interested in her anyway. He was spending far more time with Ken, though he lived so far away. At least that's what he had heard from Yama, who heard it from Takeru, who was now good friends with Dai.
***
"Hey Taichi," Yamato called from the living room as he waited for his boyfriend to retrieve his belongings for the weekend.
"Yea?" Tai poked his head out of his room and gave Yamato a quizzical look, raising one eyebrow to add a small crease to his forehead.
Yamato had to admit that he looked cute when he did that. Not that there wasn't many times that Tai didn't look cute. And in fact, he couldn't recall a time. That was probably one of the things that attracted him to Taichi--his charm and undying ability to be so damned cute and likable.
"Yama-chan? What were you going to say?" By this time Taichi had stepped out of his room and stood there, looking down at Yamato, who was lounging on the couch in his on reverie.
Yamato blinked up at him and smiled, scrunching his blue eyes into a smile of their own as well. "Sorry, I was thinking."
Taichi smiled and flopped down on the couch, resting his head in Yamato's lap and smiling up at him. "'Bout what?"
Yamato ran a pale finger along the tanned jawbone of his boyfriend's face. "What do you think, silly? You, of course."
"What were you going to say?"
"Mmm..." Yamato thought quietly for a moment before looking down at Taichi. "It had to do with this weekend."
Taichi sat up and looked at him. "Do Akira, Takashii and the others know?"
"No, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Yamato had a wavering look about him; his eyes darted back and forth from Taichi's face to his hands.
Taichi grabbed his hands and held them within his own. "We don't have to let them know if you don't want to ruin you're reputation in the band," Taichi uttered quietly, and Yamato could feel the sense of hurt that the brunette was feeling.
He looked up at him and sighed. "It's not my reputation in the band I'm worried about. Lately they've been getting more uppity about words like, 'fag' and 'queer' or saying something's gay. I'm not sure they would except it if they found out, and I might get kicked out of the band. But," he hurried, before Taichi could enter his two cents on the topic, "it's not the band I'm worried about. Just because I'm gay, I don't want to be segregated. I want people to look at me the same way they did before they found out. I don't want them to think it's a disease and the simple act of conversing will get you sick or something."
Yamato looked down at their clasped hands and squeezed Taichi's. That had got him depressed. Slowly, he looked up to see Taichi looking deep in thought. He watched him for a moment, before the brunette spoke.
"If you don't want to tell them, or you don't want me to do anything that would make them think badly of you, then I won't. I'll do anything to make you happy." Taichi's brown eyes flickered and he smiled mutely.
Yamato smiled and moved closer to Taichi, breath suddenly heavy, just like anytime he kissed him. He brushed his lips against Tai's, a content sigh escaping before he leaned in more, his eyes fluttering closed and one of his hands coming from its tangled position with Taichi's to run along the tan face.
Taichi kissed back, and though he was usually the dominant one in the relationship, he let Yamato kiss him, one of his hands coming up to cup the hand on his cheek.
Yamato backed up slowly, his eyes lidded heavily but opened as he looked over Taichi's face. "Tai-chan... Aishiteru, eien ni. Ore wo shinjite yo. I will tell them one day, but for now, please, bear with me."
Taichi smiled at him. "I know you'll do the right thing when the time comes. Until then, I will refrain myself from urges I may have..."
Yamato smiled and glanced over at the VCR's digital clock. "We better get going, I still have to stop by my house and get my stuff before we leave."
Taichi nodded and stood, stretching before disappearing into his dark room to get his bag. He closed his bedroom door behind him and after he left a note for Hikari in her room, they left to go to Yamato's house.
***
They made it to Yamato's house in less than fifteen minutes. Yamato was relieved that there wasn't a big traffic jam like usual, but fretted that there probably would be on the way to the pier. Nothing really happened at Yamato's house, Taichi complained that he shouldn't carried both his guitar and his bag, so Tai ended up with Yamato's bag-- his book bag on his back and Yamato's duffel bag in his hand.
They made it to the pier with about the same traffic problems as before and were only a couple minutes late. Akira was the one to complain as he brushed his too short but too long red bangs from his face. Takashii was quietly questioning why Yamato brought his messy haired friend with him but kept to himself. Yue, being the youngest, quickly loaded their stuff into the back of the van and waited for everyone to enter before getting in himself.
Their seating was fairly the same as usual-- Akira and Takashii up front, Akira driving, Yue and Yukata behind Akira against the side of the van, and Yamato and the stuff on the other side, behind Takashii. This time though, the stuff was dispersed against the back of the van, and between people and Taichi sat next to Yamato.
Taichi's opinion of the ride to Nasaka could have been described in one word--boring. Akira, Takashii and Yukata all talked about the concert and their new music, Yue slept and Yamato went over lyrics and chords while trying to keep a conversation with everyone that was awake, unsuccessfully doing so and realizing that after about a half hour. He kept quiet the rest of the three-hour trip, leaving Taichi with the option of either sleeping like Yue or trying to talk to Akira, Takashii and Yukata. He tried the latter, finding it unsuccessful because not only did he not understand most of what they were saying, but also because Akira and Takashii seemed to have a dislike for him, even though they had only known him a full hour or so when he began talking.
He eventually fell asleep, starting out in an upright position and unconsciously falling against Yamato, who's face went from the usual pale to a nice pink color. Luckily no one was paying attention to him, so he simply pushed Taichi over carefully and allowed him to lie on the bags next to him. Conveniently, or inconveniently, there weren't any bags placed between the two boys, leaving Taichi free to do what he wanted to. But to Yamato's propensity, he behaved the whole ride, though most of it was spent sleeping.
During the drive, Taichi never found out when because he was asleep and honestly didn't care, Akira and Takashii changed positions. Takashii wasn't the best driver in the world and Taichi was roused by the van coming to a complete halt. Of course, he didn't find out why until after he was jostled, pushed towards the front of the van, landing on Yamato's lap and the papers he was looking over and then thrown to the back again to hit his head on Yamato's guitar.
"Shimatta!" he yelled, grabbing his forehead and wincing as the pain receptors transferred the pain to his brain. He had hit it pretty hard, considering how fast Takashii was going and how quickly he stopped.
Yamato, who was fussing over the crinkled papers Tai had landed on, quickly moved over to his boyfriend, removing the hand and looking at the large red mark that encompassed most of the right side of his forehead. "Are you okay Tai-c--Taichi?" He sighed mentally, both perturbed at his almost slip up of Taichi's pet name and thankful when Tai nodded.
"I think so," accompanied his nod.
Yamato sighed and turned around to glare meaningfully at the driver of the van. "Takashii! Why the hell did you stop?" He was visibly irate, and Taichi, though in his dazed state, knew why. No one messed with Taichi, even if by accident.
"Urasai!" the brash teen yelled back. "It's not my fault! There's a damned accident up ahead."
"Then why didn't you realize that before getting to it?" Yamato was kneeling beside the damaged brunette; he had his hand on the swelling area, hoping his normally cold hands would help the best they could.
"Because the damned idiot in front of me did the same thing! Chill the fuck out!" Takashii growled at the blonde in the back. Normally he wouldn't be so harsh with Yamato, but he was in a really pissed-off mood, not only because of the accident, but because Yamato hadn't informed him or the rest of the band that he was bringing a friend along.
Yue blinked confused blue eyes at the argument, looking over at Taichi who looked a little light in the head. "Anou... Yamato-san, I think Taichi is about to pass out," he said quietly.
His comment went unheard.
"What is wrong with you lately Yamato? You usually aren't this adamant about finding out what's wrong. You just sit there, working on new music or something, ignoring the rest of us. Your friend there comes along, gets a little bump on his head and you start acting like a mother hen."
Yamato glared at him. So what if he was acting impudent lately. Taichi was hurt and he was going to make sure he was okay. "It's not just a little bump, Takashii. He may have a concussion and I don't want it to get worse. Why don't you let Akira drive from now on?"
"Anou... Yamato-san... Taichi, he's not looking too good," Yue interjected once more, hopefully getting Yamato's attention.
Again, missed.
"Why should I let Akira drive? It's not my fault we had a sudden stop, chill out and take care of your little friend. You shouldn't have brought him---" Takashii was cut off by Akira's hand and unwavering hazel gaze, one that told him to keep his normally quiet mouth just that. Quiet.
Yamato growled. "You have a problem with Taichi? He has done nothing to you, why the hell should you be worried about him? Leave that to me and learn how to drive." Yamato knew it was a false accusation still accusing Takashii for Taichi's head injury, but he was over his boiling point.
"Yamato-san!"
Yamato blinked, his blue eyes going from deadly venom to confused shock. "Are?"
"Taichi-kun is not looking well, he's been lying there and seems to be getting paler as you two continue your stupid argument. If you wish to pay attention to Taichi-kun's wounds, please pay attention to them and not to the futile argument you are absorbed in with Takashii-san." Yue blinked blue eyes, exasperated and annoyed.
"Gomen ne, Yue-san." Yamato turned back to Taichi who's face *was* pale and his eyes were closing. "Taichi," he shook him slightly with one arm. "Don't pass out please."
Taichi groaned. "Yama-chan," he whispered, though in his hazy state, he knew where they were and didn't want to risk Yamato any more trouble. "My head hurts."
Yamato suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and ran a hand, the one that was on Taichi's forehead, along his face, pushing the unruly bangs back, only to have them bounce back to their previous position. "It's okay, as soon as we can, we'll stop somewhere and get you some ice."
"It... It really hurts..." Taichi closed his eyes and his head lolled to the side. Despite Yama's words not to pass out, Taichi couldn't hold it anymore and did just that.
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"Ow."
Yamato blinked and moved to look inside the van. Taichi lay there, holding his head and the bag of ice wrapped in napkins that seemed to be from a convenience store. They were still at the convenience store, waiting for Taichi to regain consciousness.
"Tai-chan, thank god you're okay." Yamato whispered as he crawled into the van.
"Where the hell am I?"
Yamato once again suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Inside a van at a convenience store about a half hour from Nasaka. Remember, the accident ahead, you hitting your head. Takashii and my argument?"
"Uh, I remember hitting my head, but that's about it. It hurts too damn much to forget. Ow." He let out a whimper and held the ice closer to it. "Ya know, ice gives you a headache."
"That's from the hit, bakayarou."
"Is he okay?" Yukata asked, popping his head inside the side door to the van, his black hair spiking everywhere.
Yamato nodded and turned to him. "Go tell the other's that we can leave now, and tell Akira to stay out of my Slushie."
Yukata grinned and nodded, flashing a 'victory' sign and running off to get the guys from their seated positions on the sidewalk on the other side of the rather large parking lot.
Yamato, after making sure the coast was clear, scooted over next to Taichi, lifting his head and laying it in his lap, running a pale hand through the dark unruly hair. He smiled down at the tan face that looked up at him. "Let's hope the rest of the weekend will go a little smoother than this, ne Tai-chan?"
Taichi smiled, his brown eyes shining. Yamato knew what Taichi wanted. Carefully, first listening for the footsteps of fellow bands members, Yamato leaned down and kissed Tai softly, his thick lashes falling shut for the briefest of moments before he pulled away, opening them again.
Taichi smiled, planning on keeping quiet for the rest of the ride. He had planned on hanging out with the guys to make things look less suspicious, but he was having second thoughts about it after Takashii's harsh words earlier. He knew what he would have said hadn't Akira, levelheaded as he was, cut him off.
Yamato shifted, moving to lean against the side of the van, bringing Taichi to rest in his lap. Taichi closed his eyes; his breath evened out, alerting Yamato that he was indeed asleep. "I love you Tai-chan... I'll pull through, I promise..."
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Aishiteru, eien ni. Ore wo shinjite yo. -- 'I love you, forever. Believe in me.'
Urasai! -- 'Shut up'
Anou... -- 'um...'
Are? -- A male slang form of 'what' or 'huh'. Not the English word 'are', but a-ray, adding a roll of the 'r'.
Gomen ne -- 'sorry', gomen nasai is I'm sorry.
Bakayarou -- 'stupid boy,' I believe. Something along those lines.
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eh... first part. this is ONLY the beginning... i have plans for this whole thing, big ones. then once this story is over, it's on to what happened between yamato and sora and how taichi deals with that... and such. anyway, please tell me what you think, and visit my site @ http://www.goth.tk. ^___^