Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. And the members of Yamato's band belongs to Empress of the Eclipse, who was kind enough to lend me them for this story.

Warning: This fic contains Taito. Don't read if you don't like and or don't approve of m/m relationships.

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Yamato's (Japanese names!) point of view:

            I gaped at Gendo, Istu, and Akemi in horror. "What do you mean Toshiki's sick and can't perform?!" I bellowed angrily. "I'm going to kill him! What happened to the saying 'the show must go on'?"

            "Calm down Yamato- it's not Toshiki's fault he has a nasty case of the flu and can barely talk," Akemi stated evenly.

            "Actually, I believe our good old friend has mono," Istu corrected, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

            I chose to ignore Itsu's roguish expression. With Itsu, sometimes it's better not to ask. Let me correct myself, it's always better to just let sleeping dogs lie. "But our gig's in a week! What are we suppose to do without him?" I demanded.

            "Maybe we could get someone to fill in for him until Toshiki's well enough to perform again," suggested Gendo.

            I racked my brain for possible substitutes. Mimi? No, she was still in America. Sora? God no- she's still avoiding me, and I don't blame her after our messy breakup. Who then? Daisuke? Hikari? WHO??

            "What about Taichi?" I ask tentatively. Not may people know this, but Taichi's actually a great singer. His voice is so rich and youthful- as rich as a tropical sunset. It made me (though I'm not quite sure why) think of deep hues of crimson or brilliant streaks of auburn.

            "Why don't you ask him to practice with us tomorrow, and then we'll take it from there?" Akemi said.

            I nodded.

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            "Please Chi, please!" I plead. Yes I, the self-proclaimed "cool" one am practically on my hands and knees begging. But right now, I'm desperate.

"No way!" Taichi replies stubbornly. 

 "Come on Chi! Don't decide before you practice with us. Oh come on, please. For me?" I give him my best impression of Takeru's infamous puppy dog eyes.

There was a long pause. I held my breath in anticipation as Taichi chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. He looks so cute when he does that…

"Fine," he finally declared, sighing. "But you owe me."
            "Great! So I'll see you at practice tomorrow at 4:00?" I ask gleefully.

He nods in defeat. "Why do I have the feeling this isn't a good idea?" he groans.

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            "Hey everyone, sorry I'm late. I had soccer practice," Taichi exclaimed breathlessly as he ran into the room. God, he looked so hot right now. His warm hazel eyes are shinning with happiness, his coffee-colored hair is even wilder than usual…No Yamato, concentrate!

            I try to shrug it off. "No problem. Everyone this is Yagami Taichi. Taichi, meet Ikari Gendo, Nakatsuru Akemi, and Katsuragi Istu."

             Taichi flashed his trademark grin at them.

"Hey there sexy," Akemi said seductively.

"Aren't you hot?" Itsu practically purred.

            Taichi blushed slightly as I glared daggers at both of them. What the hell where they doing, hitting on my Taichi? Wait, since when was Taichi mine? But it did have a nice ring to it…

"God, it is hot in here," Taichi said as he took off his sweat-covered shirt revealing his finely toned muscles. Beads of sweat gleamed on his caramel colored skin. He looked like a Greek god that had just stepped down from Mount Olympus. I wonder if Greek gods played soccer… He stuffed the shirt in his sports duffel bag before pulling out a clean one. I needed to get Taichi out of here before he gave us all nosebleeds. He is too damn sexy for his own good.

            "Why don't you go to the bathroom and get changed?" Gendo suggested absentmindedly, his eyes glued to Taichi's chest. Itsu and Akemi scowled angrily at Gendo before returning their gaze to a half-naked Taichi. 

            "Yeah, it's just out the door, second door on the right," I added hastily.

            "Well, if you guys are sure you don't mind…" Taichi started, looking flustered at the amount of attention he was receiving.

            "It's fine, now go," I say, perhaps a bit too forcefully. Taichi gives me a strange look as he turns to leave.

            "What the fuck was that?" I hissed as soon as Taichi's footsteps faded.

            "Whoa, back off lover-boy," Akemi stated. "You never told us he was yours."

             I began to blush furiously. "I never said he was mine," I mumbled.

            "Then what's the problem?" Istu asked. "I mean you're practically green with jealousy. No, now you're red with sexual frustration."

            I fumed, but couldn't think of a decent reply.

            "Oh, it's 'cause you want him to be yours, right?" Gendo asked, with a smug expression on his face.

            "I never said that either," I retorted, becoming redder by the second.

            "You're telling me you never thought of that sexy Adonis in any manner except platonically?" Akemi asked, amazed. "Never ever?"

            That was the last straw. All the barriers I built and carefully maintained came crashing down around me. "Yes, I have! God I wish I didn't but I did. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't wonder how sweet his skin would taste, how soft his hair feels, what it would be like to kiss his perfect lips." I moan.

            "Yo, Yamato, you have to tell Taichi how you feel," Itsu said softly.

            "Tell me how he feels about what?" Taichi asked, as he re-emerged from the bathroom, fresh and clean.

            "Um, how I feel about you doing this for me. It's really thoughtful." Phew, nice save. I feel the stares of my band members boring into me, but I can't tell him how I feel. I can't throw our friendship out the window just because I can't keep my hormones under control.

            "Yama, I'm still not too sure about this," Taichi states nervously.

            "Don't worry Chi, you'll do fine," I say, in what I hope is a comforting tone. "Now why don't we show you some of our stuff?"

            Taichi gives me a fleeting smile before licking his lips and studying the lyrics carefully.

            "I don't know, maybe I should just play guitar or something," he says.

            "You play the guitar?" I ask, surprised. God Chi, you have so many layers to you, so many things I don't know about.

            "Uh-huh, I started learning about three years ago," he says, eyes still glued to the sheet of music.

            "Can't you play guitar and sing backup?" I inquire.

            "I really don't know Yama. I'm no musician like you… I don't know if I can deal with so many people watching me," he confesses.

            I raise an eyebrow questioningly. "This coming from the guy who scored the winning goal last year in the championship game? There won't be half as many people on Saturday as there were at the stadium."

            "But this is different. When I play soccer…." He fumbles for words. "I can't even describe the adrenaline rush I get when I play soccer, the euphoria, the sheer intensity of it all."

            "Chi, I know how you feel. You feel like as if the world, as if time, has stopped around you. You can't hear the roar of the crowd, there's only you and the ball. I feel the same way when I sing. But Chi, I'm not going to push you into doing something you don't want to."

            Taichi looked up and his chocolate orbs gazed into mine.

            "Promise to hold my hand if I get stage fright?" he jokes, flashing me another dazzling smile.

            I laugh. "Of course. I'll always be there to hold your hand."

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