Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon; I'm simply using the characters for my and my muses' entertainment…
Confessions by Yaoi Girl
"Hey, Hikari?"
Hikari looked up for her hot fudge sundae to Takeru, who was sitting next to her on a bench in the park eating a chocolate ice cream cone. "What is it?"
He smiled. "For one, you have fudge on the end of your nose," he paused while she cleaned her face, then continued, "and two, has anything been different with your brother? I mean has he been acting funny at all?"
The female brunette took another bite of her sundae, and then put the spoon to her lips as she thought. "Actually, yeah he has been acting funny lately. He's started sleep talking last week and he's been daydreaming a lot more than usual with this happy and longing face, but if he's not sleeping or daydreaming, he's depressed and always wants to talk to your brother, but he refuses to call him when I encourage him to. What about Yamato?" she said, taking a couple more bites as the blonde next to her spoke.
"Well, he's pretty much always Yamato, but I found his journal the other day and found all these sappy and horribly romantic things my brother wants to tell someone and a love song that he has yet to finish about a 'beautiful brunette' and 'chocolate eyes' and 'lips that feel as soft as rose petals' or something close to it."
"What does Yamato's love life have to do with my brother?"
Takeru stared at her blankly for a moment. "Did all that stuff I just said go in one ear and out the other?"
Hikari turned from her semi-melted sundae to the blonde next to the blonde again. "No, I heard what you said."
"And you don't see the connection?" he asked in exasperation.
She shook her head.
The blonde sighed. "What color hair does Taichi have?"
"Brown."
"Which is considered a brunette. What color eyes does he have?"
"Brown."
"Which is the color of chocolate. Where did you hear those descriptions?"
"From you from reading your brother's stuff."
"And what did my brother write about?"
"The person he loves."
"Now add everything up," he said, waiting patiently for an answer, hopefully the right one.
"Taichi's the one being described in Yamato's song, which means that…No way!" she exclaimed happily as realization finally dawned.
"Yes way."
"But how do you know for sure that it's Taichi and not some other person?"
"Just look at them; they're so happy together," Takeru said, pointing at a tree a distance away.
Hikari looked over to see Yamato leaning against that specific tree, legs stretched out and apart on the ground, as Taichi was sitting between them, leaning back against the blonde's chest, his arms over his and Yamato's head, fingers laced together behind the blonde's neck, both boys content in the shade the tree provided them from the afternoon sun.
"They're talking about us again, aren't they?" Taichi inquired as he felt he was being watched, even with his eyes closed.
Yamato didn't turn his head to them, but glanced out of the corner of his eye at them. "Yup."
"Why is it they always talk about us and watch us when we're together? Is it unnatural for best friends to relax with each other or what?"
"Well, we are guy best friends, and us sitting like this would be something to draw attention," Yamato replied with a shrug.
Taichi opened his eyes and pulled his hands and arms back to his self, sitting up and away from the blonde.
"What's wrong?" the blonde asked as Taichi stood and dusted himself off.
"I wouldn't want rumors to star about 'the coolest guy in school' being gay, now would I?" he replied with a roll of his eyes, seeming offended.
"Taichi, just because I said we'd draw attention like that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy it," Yamato said as he stared at the back of his best friend. "I like spending time with you, and I'm sorry if you feel disgusted by the fact that we are best friends and do things people might see as being gay, but I know you're now, and so does everyone else."
"I've gotta go," was all the brunette mumbled, not even bother to spare even a glance at the blonde as he walked away from him and over to his sister and Takeru.
"Are you alright?" Takeru asked, noting Taichi's puffy eyes.
"I'll be fine. Come on, Hikari," he said as he started to walk away, not really wanting to wait on his sister.
Takeru looked at Hikari, who seemingly understood what he was going to ask.
"Don't worry; I'll talk to him and see what happened, then I'll call you."
She then stood and waved at Takeru as she chased after her brother.
"Yamato?" his little brother finally spoke up after their silent walk to their apartment from the park that evening.
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you just tell him?"
Yamato gasped froze in the doorway, stiff, eyes wide as his brother stared at his trembling back. "Tell him what?"
"That, um, you love him…" he squeaked.
The blonde whirled around with his fists balled at his sides, glaring at his little brother.
"Don't you ever say that I love him again!" he barked through clenched teeth and teary eyes. "I can't love someone like him; he's too paranoid to even sit a foot away from me after what happened today."
"Yama…"
"Just leave me alone, please," he said, voice quiet, tears spilling freely down his face as he turned and walked to his room, slamming the door loud enough to cause Takeru to wince.
'What can I do to help him?' the young blonde thought somewhat frantically as he heard his brother screaming, wailing, throwing and busting things, glass being shattered. 'If only Taichi were here. He always knows how to cheer him up.'
"Hikari?" her mother asked as soon as she and her brother walked in.
"Yes, mom?"
Taichi pushed past his sister, somewhat irritated that she hadn't moved to let him through, his eyes puffy and red as he fought to hold back his tears.
His mother watched him and turned back to his sister as he slammed the door to his shared room.
"What's wrong with Taichi?"
Hikari simply couldn't bring herself to tell her mom that Taichi was gay, she refused to ruin his life after all he's done for her.
"He and Yamato got into another fight," she lied.
"Oh, I see," her mother said, turning and walking back to the kitchen, whatever she was going to say to Hikari before slipped her mind.
The female brunette turned to the phone and dialed Yamato's house, sighing with relief as a familiar voice answered her.
"Good! I'm glad you two are home. How's he doing?"
"Not good at all. He's running out of things to break and he's already lost most of his voice," Takeru replied quietly, keeping an ear on his brother's door. "How about Taichi?"
"Not good either. He's locked himself up in our room and I know he's crying his heart out."
Takeru jumped at the sound of a thud from inside Yamato's room.
Curious, he leaned down to the keyhole, peering inside to see his brother sitting on the floor, his legs folded under him, arms wrapped tightly across his sob shaking body , his head hung low as tears spilled from his sad blue eyes to the framed picture of he and Taichi holding one another in a tender embrace as Yamato was being comforted by the boy.
"That picture is the only thing he won't break," Takeru said as he stood up straight and walked away from the door.
"My picture?"
"Yeah."
It was a night some months ago when Hikari had stumbled upon them like that; Yamato had woken up from a horrible nightmare and had waken Taichi with his crying. With digicam in hand, she secretly took the picture, giving each boy a copy on Christmas about a week later.
Though neither boy would admit to the other that it was one of their closest moments, they graciously thanked Hikari individually and privately.
"It's so sad that we know what they feel for each other, and they're too blind or stubborn to see it," Hikari said sadly, almost distantly.
"We have to find some way to get them together, because if we don't, who will? And more importantly, what will happen to them if we don't?"
"I know!" Hikari exclaimed happily. "We'll have a 'party', say that all of our friends will be there, but it will be only us, Yamato, and Taichi. We can say that some people couldn't make it because of work, a couple are sick, and some received their invitations late and they couldn't fit the party into their schedule."
"Okay, but how are we going to get them to do anything?"
"A game, of course."
"What game?"
"You'll see. I've got to go. See ya!"
"Bye," Takeru said, curious as to what game it was as he hung up the phone.
For the next couple of days, the pair conjured up some game ideas incase Hikari's 'top-secret game' failed.
They decided to have the 'party' at Takeru and Yamato's mother's apartment, as it was closer and their mom was out studying something of 'importance' to write about, and there would be less places to hide if something went wrong and the boys tried to escape. They also decided to invite Ken and Daisuke so everything wouldn't seem too suspicious.
"How's Yamato doing now?" Hikari asked as they finished up their food and game list.
"Better, but he's still upset that Taichi hasn't talked to him when he calls and that Taichi hasn't even called him for anything."
"Taichi wants to talk to him, but he's afraid to. He doesn't want to hurt Yamato more than he already has."
Both fell silent for a moment.
"I sure hope this works," Takeru said quietly, voice shaky, regretting he had even said anything as Hikari's gaze fell upon him.
"Why? What's wrong?"
The young blonde sighed, refusing to make eye contact with her, staring to the tree that Taichi and Yamato were sitting at a couple days ago.
"He…he tried to…to kill himself…" he said, tears in his eyes at the image of walking into his brother's room, a sheet of plastic laid under the older blonde (1), bloody razor blades laying upon it with him, tears in his eyes as he held the picture to his chest, blood running down his arms and onto his clothes and frame.
Hikari gasped, staring at him disbelievingly with tears in her own eyes.
"When was this?" she asked softly as she gathered the sobbing boy into her arms.
"The day you had that sundae, or rather that night, after he had calmed down. He had finally unlocked his door and kept running around the house, then ended back in his room, but left the door unlocked this time. I didn't think much of it; I thought he was just gathering things to fix the stuff he had broken, like he did any other time he was like that," he replied after a few minutes, after his sobs had died down and his breathing was almost normal.
"I'm glad he's still alive, and I'm glad you were with him."
"Me too."
"We can't tell my brother; he'll freak."
"If all else fails, we'll have to. Taichi'll drag him off somewhere where they can be alone and talk, then Yamato'll have no choice but to confess."
"But that will be scary and awkward for both of them."
"True, but at least their 'secret' will be out."
TBCYes, no, maybe? I couldn't help but throw in the attempted suicide scene; it just fits in, I guess.
(1) A thing a friend and I started yelling at middle schoolers when helping out with summer band camp at school last year (such immature little brats…I hope I wasn't that bad back then). "No blood on the carpet!"
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