Disclaimer - Don't own Digimon, never will.

A/N: Yeah, something I started working on at 2 o'clock in the morning. Probably something that will get periodic updates that are far between, sorry. Bottom of the Abyss is a working title and I may change it later on...

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Bottom of the Abyss (1/?)
by Aero

When it first started happening Taichi thought it was just nightmares. He thought they would go away, but they only got worse. He racked his brain trying to figure out what triggered these nightmares, but couldn't come up with anything.

Taichi walked into his kitchen after the first nightmare he had and made himself some breakfast; a bowl of cereal. Even though he wasn't all that hungry he forced the food down his throat and into his stomach. Five minutes after consuming the food he gagged almost regurgitating his food. He forced his stomach to be calm.

He thought back to the dream he had, he shivered as he recounted the events that happened. Taichi jumped when there was an abrupt knock at his door. His heartbeat quickened as he approached the door. There was another knock once he reached it, he jumped once again.

"Taichi?" came a voice from the other side."Open. It's me, Yamato." Taichi opened the door, meeting Yamato's gaze on the other side."What's wrong?" he asked noticing Taichi's pale face. "Did something happen?"

At this point Taichi was shaking, his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He tried to say something to Yamato, but his brain wasn't telling his tongue to move. He stopped breathing--Yamato noticed immediately.

Grabbing Taichi by his shoulders Yamato shook him forcefully. "Taichi," he started. "Taichi, you have to breathe." The brunet continued to move his mouth but otherwise gave no response. Yamato tried to keep himself from panicking because of Taichi's odd behavior. He shook his friend harder.

"Taichi! You have to breathe! Breathe, dammit!"

When Taichi took in a deep, loud breath Yamato sighed. He pulled Taichi into a tight embrace, noting the brunet's rapid heartbeat. He hugged Taichi until he breathing wasn't as rapid and his heartbeat slowed.

"Are you okay?" Taichi nodded. Yamato knew that was a lie. "What happened?"

"I think I had a panic-attack," Taichi said simply.

Yamato arched a delicate eyebrow. "Since when do you have panic-attacks?" The brunet shrugged. "You've never had panic-attacks."

That's right, he didn't usually have panic-attacks, but who says it's not possible? 'You'd have one too,' the brunet thought idly. His tongue had stopped working again, but Taichi continued to breathe normally. He felt as if his tongue was swollen, he felt suffocated but knew he was still breathing. It was as if his brain had stopped working entirely and his body had a mind of his own. He would think one thing but feel something totally different. His body didn't feel like what his brain was telling him. His brain was telling him that his tongue wasn't swollen, but Taichi knew it had to be. His brain also told him everything wasn't in slow motion, but Taichi knew that wasn't right either.

He found himself sitting on his couch in his living room sometime later. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there but knew he had to of walked... Unless Yamato had been working out recently and carried him over to the couch. Taichi knew the latter wasn't even a possibility. The brunet watched his friend scurry around the apartment, he wanted to ask the blonde what he was doing but his tongue was still swollen.

Maybe Taichi was allergic to the cereal he'd eaten. That was the only thing he could come up with and that's why his tongue felt swollen. But, he'd eaten that cereal before and everything turned out fine. He was started to get scared because he couldn't talk. He kind of laughed. And noted the weird look Yamato gave him.

"Taichi, are you okay? You've been weird all morning," Yamato said, sitting on the couch next to Taichi. The brunet started to panic when he couldn't reply.

"I can't talk," he said after a moment, and Yamato refrained from laughing. "My tongue's swollen, my brain isn't working right."

Yamato jumped when Taichi stood up and started pacing the room, panic evident in his voice. His arms were flailing around as he rambled on about not being able to talk.

"It doesn't sound right, my voice sounds different. My body is completely detached from my brain, it has a mind of its own now. I feel as if I'm being swallowed by darkness. I'm swimming... Swimming in a pool of darkness and it's suffocating me little by little. I'm choking on my tongue. I--" Yamato finally cut off the brunets ranting.

"--Taichi! Calm down!" Taichi stopped and stared at Yamato. "Taichi, you can't be choking on your tongue, your tongue is fine. And how can you not talk when you're ranting on about not being able to talk?"

"I don't know!" Taichi shrieked his breathing becoming labored. "My tongue feels swollen and everything's in slow motion. I can't breathe!"

Yamato didn't know what to do. Taichi was freaking out and it took every cool nerve in the blonde's body not to freak out too. It was hard to watch as his best friend continued to panic and not be able to do anything about it. Everything the brunet was saying and doing wasn't like him at all. Yamato watched at his eyes started to water, but Taichi blinked back the unshed tears. At this point Yamato knew for sure something was wrong, Taichi never totally freaked out. He sounded genuinely scared--that alone scared Yamato.

He did the first thing that came to mind, he got up and embraced Taichi for the second time that day. Giving someone a hug felt so foreign to Yamato; he never hugged anyone and never two times in the same day. He knew it was because Taichi was acting so out-of-character and that alone made Yamato act the same. He sighed shakily when he felt Taichi trembling.

"I don't know what's happening," Taichi whispered. "I can't explain it." Yamato pushed Taichi away slightly and looked the shorter boy in the eyes.

"That's alright. I'm just worried about you," he said and Taichi gave him a wry smile.

"I think I'm okay now. I'm sorry."

Yamato shook his head. "Don't apologize, Taichi. Why the heck would you apologize?" Taichi shrugged.

"I don't know. I feel like I should be sorry."

"Well don't be, okay? Geez, I'm the one who's supposed to be mentally unstable, not you." At that Taichi laughed, it was his loud, obnoxious laugh; the one Yamato had become accustom to over the years of knowing Taichi.

"I'm not mentally unstable... I'm fine now, really," he said sighing. His tongue was back to normal and he no longer felt he was being suffocated. "It was so weird, I've never felt like that before." Yamato nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you feel better. You had me worried, no, more like scared, for a minute there."

"Yeah, me too," Taichi said, his expression serious. "I hope I never have to go through something like that ever again."

Taichi almost panicked again when he found himself in the shower. He felt like he was sedated, which he couldn't be entirely sure because he'd never been sedated. But, if he was going to be sedated he figured it would feel something like what he was feeling now. 'What is happening to me,' he thought as he washed his hair. 'Why do I feel like I'm dreaming?'

Suddenly Taichi was hit with a wave of dizziness. He steadied himself by using the wall, all at once he felt sick. He scrambled out of the shower quickly just barely making it to the toilet before losing his breakfast. He lurched forward inconsistently, his dry heaves subsiding after a few seconds only to start up again when he moves.

A knock on the door makes Taichi sigh. He doesn't say anything though and prays that he locked the bathroom door when he first came into the bathroom. His prayers were answered when the door doesn't open. He knew he couldn't be all that attractive right now, someone throwing up never was. Plus, his hair was still soapy and his naked body still dripping soapy water. The wave of sickness had hit him so fast that he hadn't had time to do anything else but dive for the porcelain.

He groaned out loud, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. "Are you okay in there, Taichi?" he heard through the door. He smiled to himself as he laid his chin on the toilet seat. He was glad Yamato hadn't left yet and that he cleaned the bathroom the day before. He could rest assured that everything was clean. Actually that was one thing Taichi couldn't stand; a dirty bathroom. So needless to say, his was always clean. Spotless.

"I fine," he replied finally. "I just got a little sick, I'm fine now though."

"Okay." He heard through the door. He sits on the floor for a few more minutes before climbing to his feet and finishing his shower.

When Taichi walked out of the bathroom with towel around his waist, Yamato gave him a worried look. The brunet smiled at his best friend and made his way to his bedroom. After a few seconds he walked back out and sat down next to Yamato on the couch.

"I lost my breakfast in the bathroom," he said obviously.

"So I heard," Yamato replied.

"You don't have to stay, y'know. I can manage." Yamato shook his head.

"Sorry, Taichi. I'm not leaving you alone; not until I can be positive that you're okay," Yamato said. Taichi smiled, laughing lightly.

He was glad Yamato wasn't going to leave. He didn't want to be alone, whatever was happening to his body was starting to scare him. Being alone right now probably wouldn't have been too good. He just didn't want Yamato to feel like he had to stay and take care of him. The brunet was overjoyed with the fact that Yamato was happy to stay though.

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Aero: What do you think? This will probably end up being R-rated, no doubt in my mind actually. So, leave me a review, okay? They're much appreciated! Thanks! ::grins::