This fic will contain Yaoi and most likely small Het parts. Main pairing is Matt/Tai, though in what order you never know. Happy reading.
Complex Simplicities
By Missa
Yamato sighed in contentment as he closed his history book with a slap. He had finally completed his assignment and still had a few minutes to spare before he had to leave for work. 'I'm finally getting used to this new schedule; it's so much different than it was back home.' He glanced around the sparsely covered room missing his junk, as his father had affectionately called it. It kind of pained him that he couldn't keep any of his music equipment, his stereo system, and his television in this little room of his. On the bright side, he didn't have to sell any of it. His father was paying for a storage room for it until Yamato could earn enough money to store it on his own.
A week ago Yamato had been uprooted from his comfortable life with his father and was now adjusting to the many new changes, though he had no intention of getting used to them. He would only be at this place for about a year at most. His father had said that it would take that long to make sure the new television station he was directing in the United States to have a stable and fully-functional staff.
He shrugged into his jacket and picked up the backpack that held his work uniform. Luckily that was something he hadn't needed to give up either. Instead of having to start from scratch at a new place and work his way up, he was able to transfer straight into the position he had held before. He looked one last time around his room, making sure that nothing was out of its place and nothing that he didn't want seen was visible. He walked out of his much too small room and shut the door firmly. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was his privacy being invaded.
"Mom? TK?" He called out not really expecting an answer. Ever since he had come to live here a week ago he had rarely seen his mom or brother, except during the evenings when he wasn't working. He loved his brother, but his mother was slowly driving him mad. She couldn't seem to find anything about him that she liked and she seemed to derive great pleasure in telling him all the things that he did wrong. Luckily the opinions of others didn't really bother him too much. Seeing as he got no response, he went to the kitchen and checked the fridge for his family's daily schedule. After a quick glance he took out a pen and wrote, "Yamato – Work until 11pm," next to, "Mom – Work until 5 pm" and "Takeru – practice until 5pm."
With a frown, he put on his shoes and made sure that he locked the door as he left the apartment and walked to the elevator. While waiting for the elevator to slowly climb up the five floors, he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Finally, the elevator dinged open and he stepped in without looking and almost ran into a slightly shorter than him, red haired boy. The boy didn't even notice his presence as his nose was stuck in a book. Yamato stood to the side as the boy walked out and down the hall. Yamato stepped into the elevator thinking that he had seen that boy before, but he couldn't be quite sure. He really hadn't taken the effort to meet any new people in Odaiba since he didn't want to make friends just to leave them behind again.
Not that it mattered as no one was willing enough to approach him. He presumed his interesting choice in style bothered many people, not that he cared, of course. He liked who he was and didn't feel the need to change for anyone unless he wanted to. However, no one had come along who he felt like changing for, and he assumed there probably never would be. Yamato snorted as he stepped out of the elevator and out of the building. It was very hard to find someone to be with when you were gay. He didn't have a problem with his preference, he'd even call it bisexual, but not too many people were as open about it as he was. Of course, no one in this town knew him or anything about him so it didn't really matter. With a quick glance down at his watch he hurried to the bus stop.
Yamato took a towel and wiped the sweat off of his brow. It was unusually quiet at work tonight, so he had decided to take a little break. He instructed tonight's kitchen staff on what to clean and which order needed to be plated next before he went into the break room. He loved his job as a chef because he took pleasure in other people enjoying the food he prepared. He had first started as a kitchen assistant when he was 16, but a few months after he started, the night chef at the restaurant he was working in quit suddenly. Having no one else to turn to on such short notice Yamato's boss gave him a trial run at Yamato's insistence. It had been clear sailing since then.
When he told his boss he was moving, his boss offered him the night chef job at "The Grill", one of his other restaurants in Odaiba. It closed two hours later than his last job, but he felt that the extra hours wouldn't make a difference, except in pay. He probably made more money than most kids his age that were working part time. He wasn't fitting in here as well as he did at the other restaurant but he was fine with that, as he had always felt that work should be professional.
He blinked as he snapped out of his thoughts and snuck a glance at the clock. It was 10pm and in another hour he would be heading home for the night. Standing up he washed his hands and headed back into 'his' kitchen, catching the end of a conversation by the two remaining members of the kitchen staff.
"I'm always so glad when Taichi doesn't work. It's much slower. People seem to gravitate towards him," the boy, Yamato couldn't remember his name, said.
"I don't care about that," the girl said. Yamato thought for a moment and remembered her name was Mimi. "I don't know how he doesn't keel over and die with all the stuff that he does. I like to know my friends are having fun when they can." She had a look of sincerity on her face when she said that.
"Isn't he coming to pick you up tonight, even though he doesn't work?" the boy asked.
"I told him I would be fine getting home, but you know Taichi. He always feels he has to be there for everyone, even if it's a little thing like walking home alone," she had a strained smile on her face.
"You know, I hear he tried to scale down the side of the school yesterday and fell about half a floor and then got up like nothing was wrong. Sometimes I think he's insane," the boy said.
"He's not insane, he just does stupid things. He's been doing them since he was in Junior High. It's not like we haven't tried to stop him, but now it's like a part of his personality. So even if we don't like it, we deal with it. I just wish people would stop daring him," Mimi sighed and then turned around noticing Yamato. "Hi!" she smiled brightly. "The orders went out as you requested and we haven't had any new placements since then," she said.
"Great job," Yamato said, feeling weird for listening in on their conversation. "Since it's so slow, one of you can leave early."
"You can Jyou," Mimi said, "You have that test tomorrow morning. Go home and study hard, okay?"
Jyou nodded, "Thanks Mimi. We're still on for Sunday right? The gang's all gonna be there?"
"Taichi said he couldn't come. Though he might show up anyway, it all depends on his dad. However, Koushiro, Sora, Daisuke, Kari and TK all said they would be."
Yamato jerked and banged his elbow into a stack of pans, drowning out the end of Mimi's sentence. "Sorry," he mumbled.
The other two in the room shrugged and Matt went back to cleaning the work space so that he could leave on time. For some reason he felt really awkward knowing that his co-workers were friends with his little brother, though he had no idea why. He continued to clean, not really paying any attention to what he was doing until he felt someone poke him in the side. Startled, he turned to face the person and saw Mimi inches away from him. She smiled and stepped back, not outright laughing at his startled expression but giggling slightly.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "Yes?" he asked, trying to not try and sound like he wasn't extremely annoyed, which he was.
"Mr. Tekino closed the restaurant about 10 minutes ago and told us we could leave early. I called your name a few times, but I guess you were thinking too hard. My name's Mimi by the way, I think we go to school together." Mimi said with a smile as she stuck out her hand to shake his.
Yamato blinked wondering how she had said all of that in a span of 15 seconds. In a daze he shook her hand and mumbled out his name. She smiled at him but didn't say anything as she let go of his hand and left the kitchen. Yamato shook his head to clear his thoughts and headed to the men's room to change out of his work uniform. He was definitely thinking too much tonight, something he tried to avoid doing too often as he tended not to stop.
After quickly rushing into his normal clothes he exited the restaurant and was surprised to see Mimi there. "I thought someone was coming to pick you up," he asked glancing at her.
"Well we got out early and Taichi is rarely on time for anything, let alone early. He's got too many things to do, or at least he thinks he needs to do," she muttered the last almost underneath her breath, but Yamato heard it anyway.
He decided to be a gentleman and wait with her until her friend arrived. He was about to start a conversation with her to be polite when he heard her let out a loud gasp and turn white.
Yamato quickly looked where she was looking and saw a group of students standing underneath an overhead walkway looking up. He instinctively looked up and saw a boy on a skateboard getting ready to skateboard down the three flights of stairs.
He almost didn't notice Mimi take off in that direction at a full run. He followed at a slower pace, until he saw the boy actually start to skateboard down the railing. His mind flashed back to the conversation he had overheard in the kitchen and put two and two together. 'So that must be Taichi,' he thought. He couldn't really get a good look at the boy from the distance, except for the hair. He continued to follow at his own pace, until he saw the boy and his skateboard exit off of the railway. For a second he couldn't believe the boy had pulled it off perfectly, but then as the wheels hit the cement the boy's skateboard went askew and he skidded on his knees. Yamato hurried, quickly catching up with Mimi who was almost there.
"Yagami Taichi, you are such an idiot!" Mimi yelled as she ran up to the boy. Yamato hung back a bit not wanting to get involved with the scene before him.
Taichi looked up, surprised to see her and grinned almost impishly. "Mimi, you're not supposed to be off of work yet. Get out early?" He didn't move from his knees, the position he had finally skidded to a stop in.
Yamato could tell that Mimi was thoroughly pissed, scared, upset, whatever you wanted to call it and was surprised when she took a deep calming breath and merely asked, "So how badly are you hurt this time?"
"Dunno yet," Taichi said. He stood up gingerly and glanced down. "Nothing broken just scrapes and bruises as usual when something goes wrong."
Yamato glanced at Taichi's legs and noticed that blood was freely flowing down the boy's left leg from his knee, which was soaking quickly into his sock.
"You're lucky you're wearing shorts and not your school pants. You'd have to buy another pair." Mimi huffed and removed the scarf from around her neck and tried to hand it to Taichi.
"Uhm," Taichi gave a sheepish grin and held out his hands so that his palms faced her. "I don't think I could do a good enough job," his palms were almost as scraped up as his knees, but not bleeding nearly as badly.
"I am not getting any closer to that blood of yours, Yagami!" Mimi glanced around and saw Yamato a short distance away. "Yamato, do you think you could, please?" Mimi gestured to Taichi's leg and held out the scarf.
Yamato rolled his eyes, but took the scarf and started tying it expertly around Taichi's knee taking care that there weren't any pebbles imbedded in the knee. While he was working he heard Mimi explaining who he was to Taichi, but he pretended he wasn't listening.
Satisfied that the makeshift bandage would hold until the other two got where they were going, Yamato stood up and stuck his hands in his pockets. He glanced around just in time to see his bus go by.
"Well shit!" he exclaimed as his eyes followed the bus down the street. "I better get going. It's a long walk and I don't want mom or TK to wait up for me," he left down the street, not even looking back. If he had looked back he would have seen to very shocked faces staring at him.
"Did he just say TK?" Mimi asked as she handed Taichi's skateboard to him.
"Yep," Taichi confirmed. "I'm surprised you of all people didn't notice. It's the first time I've seen him, but he does look almost exactly like Takeru."
"I didn't know Takeru had a brother," Mimi said as she and Tai walked down the street heading in the same direction as Yamato, but at a slower pace.
"I remember TK saying he had a brother once a long time ago, but that they never got to see each other. I think something about his mom not getting along with his father and brother," Taichi shrugged.
"We should try to make friends with him. He goes to our school, you know," Mimi said with a smile.
Taichi shrugged and nodded his head. "It wouldn't hurt any. He probably doesn't know anyone in this area. You said he's one of the night chefs at work?"
Mimi nodded enthusiastically. "He's a great chef, especially since he's so young. I heard that when he had to move, the owner offered him this position since it was the same as he worked at the restaurant in Kangawa prefecture..." Mimi let her voice trail off as she noticed that Taichi was not paying attention to her anymore. She tried not to giggle as she knew what or rather who he was thinking about.
"I'm home," Matt called out softly glancing at his watch. It was just past midnight, he was lucky he was only 30 minutes late getting home.
"You're late," his mom said from the living room where she and TK were watching a movie.
"Sorry," he muttered. "I missed my bus." He kicked his shoes off and stepped into the kitchen and pulled out the leftovers that were sitting in the fridge. He tuned his mother's voice out as he was sure she was complaining at him and took his food to his room, not even bothering to heat it up. Once he was in his room he put on his headphones and pressed the play button listening to his new Simple Plan CD at full volume, while inhaling the mediocre dinner. He never did like eating food he hadn't prepared himself, but his mother didn't approve of men cooking all the time. She had actually asked him to quit his job and had been very upset when he refused.
Takeru watched the scene quietly, not commenting since he had no idea what to say. Watching his mom and his brother battle was interesting indeed. He had a feeling that one day soon one of them would explode. That in itself was sort of scary, since Yamato had only been living with them for a week.
About 10 minutes later when he was almost completely absorbed in the movie he heard the phone ring. Not even taking his eyes away from the television set he grabbed the cordless phone sitting next to him. "Hello? Oh hey Mimi, isn't it kinda late?" He listened for another moment and his eyes widened as he sat up completely straight, catching his mother's attention. "You met him? Really? He did what? That moron. Matt? What? Really? Oh wow. Yeah I will. Thanks Mimi." TK hit the end button on the phone and faced his expectant mother.
"And why were your friends calling so late?"
"Well, I didn't know but Matt works with Mimi at the restaurant, and Tai was supposed to pick her up but they got off a little early and he wasn't there. So Matt waited with Mimi so she wouldn't be alone. That's when they saw Tai doing something stupid again. Turns out Tai got sorta hurt, scraped up but nothing too bad. Matt stayed to help clean Tai up and he missed his bus," TK said in practically one breath. "So you see? It really wasn't Matt's fault for being home late; he was just helping someone else."
His mom seemed to be placated and turned back to the television, but TK heard her say, "If he would quit that job like I told him to he wouldn't have been late at all."
TK rolled his eyes. His mom had weird ways of showing that she cared, though when it came to Matt he wasn't so sure. It was the same with Matt. Only he could call his brother Matt here. Even their mom called him Yamato. He didn't like the separation that his brother seemed to hold with everyone, but he understood why he did it.
TK couldn't believe that he hadn't recognized the name of the restaurant that Matt said he was working at as a chef. It should have been obvious since every Friday night he and his friends went to The Grill. He couldn't believe that Matt got a job there as a head chef. TK glanced at the door wondering what else he didn't know about his brother and wondering if his brother would let him get close enough to find out.
'School tomorrow will definitely be interesting,' Takeru thought. 'Now that he's met Tai and Mimi and even helped they won't leave him alone.' TK smiled. 'Maybe now he'll try to make friends.'
Inside his room Yamato was asleep, his empty bowl discarded on his small nightstand and his English book on top of him. He did not know that tomorrow would be one of the most interesting days that he would ever have.
Inside the Yagami's spacious apartment Tai had just stepped out of the shower, finally finished with cleaning all his cuts from that night's escapade. He applied the ointment so that they wouldn't get infected and gingerly bandaged his knee. He knew that by morning all the scrapes would be scabbed over and what little pain he was feeling now would be gone.
He glanced at the clock and then to the pile of books on his desk. Reaching for a bottle of water, he popped a couple pills into his mouth and sat down at his desk. 'I should be able to stay up a couple of hours more to finish that last report,' he thought to himself grabbing a pen. He didn't even realize that he hadn't eaten since lunch as he was quickly absorbed into his schoolwork.
It took a few hours, but at around 3 am he finished the essay he had been working on and stuffed everything into his backpack. He then shut his light off and crawled into bed looking at all the interesting shapes the moon was casting on his wall.
Tai glanced at the clock again and noticed that it was now 5am. "Shit," he said out loud glaring at the bright red letters. He had no idea he had been staring at the wall for two hours and now he would barely have enough time to fall asleep before he woke up. Sighing he took his pillow and pulled it over his head, fighting to keep his brain from thinking. He hated when he had insomnia.
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP" Taichi flung out an arm and smacked his alarm clock off his nightstand, effectively stopping the noise coming from it. His body registered that it was 6am and time for him to get up, but his mind still wasn't awake. He kept his eyes closed, intent on getting at least another hour of sleep before he knew he would have to head out to school when he heard a loud knock on his door.
"Taichi wake up!" his father's voice boomed through the door.
Taichi groaned, but obediently stood up and went to his door and opened it. "Isn't this a little too much dad? Why should I wake up so early when I don't have to be up for at least another hour?"
"People who succeed need to be early risers. It helps the brain wake up better than just rolling out of bed and going on with the day. Now I'm sure you have some studying to do." Taichi's father walked away and down the hall into the living room. Taichi glared after him and then at the other closed doors in the apartment. Life just sucked when you were expected to do and be everything that your father wanted.
Taichi yawned and grabbed a cup of coffee from the kitchen before heading back to his room. He was about to take a couple more of the same pills he took the night before when he heard a quiet cough behind him.
"Hey Kari," he said quietly, "Go back to bed, you don't have to be awake yet."
"What are those," his sister gestured at the pills in his hand.
"Aspirin," Taichi said glancing down at his knee. "I fell last night and I'm a bit sore. I figured they would help."
Kari nodded and went into the bathroom. She took the toothpaste out of the cabinet, her tired eyes not even noticing the bottle of aspirin that had been gathering dust for many months.
Yamato felt like a fool carrying two bags to school, mostly because both bags were his. He also hated the uniform they made him wear. It made him look like an idiot. He couldn't do anything about either of them though as he had to wear the uniform and he needed to go to work straight from school that day. He had been told that Friday was always the busiest day at work and he had agreed to take the other chef's shift tonight since he didn't have anything better to do.
He had left before Takeru did intent on being alone for a while before he had to face the mass of boring khaki and white uniforms. He definitely did not like monotony. He didn't pay attention to anyone around him, listening to his CD player at full blast, something he did very often. He really didn't have anything against people in general, he actually enjoyed the company of others, but only when he felt like it or if they were really insistent or interesting. He definitely didn't like to be in a large group of people surrounding him either. However if he was separated from them by about 20 feet he could handle the large groups. In fact, he would even go as far to say that he found people intensely fun to watch, which he did a lot. He was definitely a people watcher, just not when he had other things to concentrate on.
Sitting down at one of the trees on the schools campus near the far gate and pulled out a writing pad. He figured he would get a few things down before he had to go into class. He was so into his writing and quiet humming that he was startled when he noticed a shadow blocking his sunlight. He glanced up, surprised to see Taichi standing before him. He clicked the pause button on his CD player and took his headphones off. He couldn't help noticing that Taichi seemed very cheerful even though there were bags under his eyes. Of course, most people wouldn't notice if they hadn't been staring so intently, which he was doing.
"Yes?" Yamato almost grimaced. He realized he started almost every question with that one word.
Taichi squatted down, causing Yamato to wince painfully, remembering the gash he saw on Taichi's knee the night before, "Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for your help last night. You didn't even know me and you still helped. That was crazy cool of you." Taichi gave him a grin, similar to the impish grin he had given Mimi the night before.
Yamato felt his heart start to beat faster, "No problem," Yamato responded trying to sound at ease with the situation.
"So anyways, Mimi and I were wondering which lunch period you had, if you wanted to sit with us and all," Taichi said.
"I have first lunch, but I doubt you'll see me then. I have something to take care of during that time." Yamato smiled, hoping that it seemed sincere.
"Not a problem man," Taichi stood and shrugged. "I'll probably see you around during classes anyways. Thanks again." Taichi stood and walked towards the school building.
Yamato was kind of surprised he got off with just a casual excuse. Somehow though, he had a feeling that Taichi would be around a lot more than he wanted at that moment. Or maybe just as much as he wanted. He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling it would turn into an interesting day. In the distance he heard the warning bell ring. He quickly put his stuff up and headed towards his first class.
Yamato looked around the hall, checking for two specific individuals. Mimi and Taichi had been practically stalking him since school had started. First it was Mimi trying to talk to him during the first class of the day, which he didn't even know she had with him until she made her presence known all throughout class.
He tried to ignore her without seeming to do so, mostly due in part to the fact that the teacher kept glaring in their direction and he had no intention of getting in trouble for even attempting to talk back to her. As soon as the bell rung though, she had managed to corner him before he could leave the classroom.
She had practically begged him to eat lunch with her and her friends that day, but Yamato declined. He felt he had been polite as possible while doing so, but he could see that she was a little hurt by his refusal. If she asked again next week, he would probably say yes, he just really wanted to finish the song he had started before school and lunch was the perfect time to do it.
During the next class he wasn't surprised to see Taichi sit next to him. After all, he had told him they would see each other during classes. Unlike Mimi, Taichi didn't bother talking to him during the class; he was too intent on what the teacher was saying. This gave Yamato the perfect opportunity to study the interesting boy. He wouldn't call it 'checking him out' even though that was exactly what he was doing.
The first thing he noticed was that Taichi was decently built, but not overly muscular. He could tell Taichi was very athletic, but he couldn't tell if he played any sports. Taichi definitely had a lot of hair, which was styled in a very weird fashion. Somehow though, Yamato thought that he would look even stranger without that style of hair. He knew that Taichi had brown eyes that almost matched his hair, but he wasn't quite sure of the exact shade of coloring.
He made sure to turn his eyes forward every few minutes so that he didn't look too obvious about what he was doing. He didn't know why he was so interested, just that he was. He had a feeling that there was a lot more to Taichi than met the eye. He seemed like a good student, he was definitely hot, and he seemed to do a lot of stupid stunts. Not much of a basis for Yamato to make any solid conclusions on, except for the hotness factor.
Taichi could feel Yamato's eyes on him but didn't show any indication that he knew he was being stared at. He thought it was great fun that Takeru's brother was so interested in him, especially since Taichi got the feeling that Yamato needed friends here. He was sure that Yamato had friends back in his old city. Yamato didn't seem to completely spurn people off, but Taichi didn't think that Yamato was even going to make the attempt of gaining new friends here.
He had no idea why Yamato seemed so intrigued by him, but the attention definitely didn't bother him. It was nice to be noticed by other people, especially when it was a good looking boy and you weren't doing something dangerous.
Taichi also felt another pair of eyes on him which was definitely not unusual. He knew that Sora would be staring at him, the assignment forgotten with a dreamy expression on her face. He managed to not roll his eyes in exasperation. Sora was a great girl, a really good friend, but entirely too persistent for her own good. It was annoying the way she always hit on him, he just hoped that it would be a phase that she would eventually outgrow. Maybe her system just needed a better shock than he had previously given it. Telling your friends you liked boys and not openly showing it other than comments probably left room for doubts.
Taichi himself had no doubts about his orientation, but it wasn't something that he wanted to flaunt openly as he didn't want it getting back to his father. Though if it ever did, he would face that with full determination. Not like his current sneaking around his father's expectations. Taichi knew he had a lot of tough choices to make, but if he could just hold everything together until it was too late to change, then he knew he would be just fine. The problem was holding it together.
The bell rang, pulling Taichi from his thoughts and he glanced away from the board where the teacher had written that weekend's homework assignment. He stood up and approached Yamato's desk, but before he could get there, he had Sora hovering next to him. He turned his attention to her and pushed all his other thoughts out of his head.
"I see no one got Yamato to come sit with us for lunch," Mimi said with a pout.
"He said he had something to do, you should respect that," Taichi said nibbling on an apple.
"What could he possibly have to do during lunch? It's not like he has any friends here," Mimi said. She turned and looked at Takeru, "Do you have any idea why your brother didn't join us?"
Takeru shrugged. "Matt hasn't been too happy since he came here. He had to leave a lot of his friends and most of his stuff behind. He's probably just trying to adjust on his own to the situation."
"What do you mean he had to leave most of his stuff?" Taichi asked.
"Well mom and I don't exactly have the largest apartment and before it was just Matt and my dad, so my brother's stuff was all over the place. It never bothered my dad since it kept Matt out of trouble. I know that things like his television and stereo system are in storage, same as his amps I think. I also think that one of his friends is holding onto his guitar until Matt can find a place other than our apartment to keep it," Takeru shrugged as he finished, "All he pretty much came with were his clothes. Mom wouldn't even allow him to bring his posters."
"Sounds like he has a lot of things to get used to," Mimi said.
Taichi just sat at the table taking small bites of his apple, his mind going a mile a minute before excusing himself to go to the restroom, which no one believed but played along with anyway.
At the same time, Yamato was up on the school roof, desperately trying to finish the song he had started in the morning. He wasn't sure why he was so desperate to complete it; he just knew that he had to. He looked over the first verse of the song and sang it softly a couple times to get the right tempo and feel for it. He flipped the page over and made some notations as to what kind of beat would be playing where.
Sighing he gave up with the notations and reached in his bag and pulled out a leaflet of empty music scores and started humming notes. Once he matched the first line of the starting verse with the notes that he drew he put the music sheet down and worked on the next line.
This continued until he finally completed the first verse. He glanced at his watch and noticed that his lunch was almost up. Packing up the music sheet he decided to go through one final sing-through of what he had written to make sure that it at least sounded right. When he had the chance he would be able to ignore that part and work on the chorus.
By now he had the words memorized, so he closed his eyes to focus better and sang freely, as the wind wouldn't carry his voice very far. Satisfied, he made one last notation before starting to put it in his bag with the rest of his stuff. As he was zipping up his bag he turned around startled by the quiet applause that finally reached his ears.
There stood Taichi with a look that could only be described as mesmerized clapping his hands together in obvious appreciation. Yamato froze with a deer in the headlights expression on his face, obviously shocked that he hadn't noticed someone else's presence.
"That was awesome man," Taichi said shaking his head slightly in amazement, "Sorry to intrude though, I came up here to escape Sora and by the time I realized anyone was here I couldn't help but listen." A little white lie wouldn't hurt anything; he hadn't even seen Sora and he had definitely been looking for the blonde.
Yamato blinked to wake himself from his shock and shrugged his shoulders. "It's a start, but it's not a completed work yet. I just started it this morning." He had no idea what to say to Taichi and he was actually a bit embarrassed. He had never had anyone listen to his unfinished work before and he wasn't sure how he felt about Taichi's intrusion.
"What class are you going to now," Taichi asked as if he picked up on Yamato's discomfort, thus changing the subject.
"I have Physics next," Yamato said slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Yeah me too," Taichi said. He inclined his head in Yamato's direction, "Wanna walk with me there?"
Yamato shrugged in response. "Sure, that'd be cool, Taichi."
Taichi grinned, "Call me Tai. Everyone except my father does unless I've pissed them off or something."
Yamato nodded. "You can call me Matt then; it'll probably make things easier."
They headed down the stairwell towards their next class, talking about the homework from the night before.
Next part will feature a night at The Grill, and a Sunday surprise. Will there be revelations and/or declarations to be had? Maybe.