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A/N: Just got done with my Emerson Essay. Ralph Waldo Emerson was a god. As was Edgar Allen Poe. Genius', both of them. Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I've been busy with school related things. I've been writing like a maniac lately though, so hopefully I'll have chapter three out sooner than this one.
Ch.2
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
So Yamato needed to re-piece himself together before he went back to the bar. To the bar where he knew Taichi would be sitting in the same spot he was when the blonde left. When he confronted Daisuke about the problem, the mahogany-haired boy didn't lie. Taichi was right, Daisuke was cheating. So, obviously after that revelation, Yamato ended it between them. He was too embarrassed to go back to the bar though. He couldn't face Taichi after this. Throughout the last couple weeks, Yamato had grown to like Taichi. Very much. There was one thing that made Yamato cautious though. He remembered how much Taichi reminded him of Daisuke, and Yamato didn't think he could handle that at the moment.
That one night though, Yamato decided to go to that bar. When he walked in, Taichi was the first person he saw. He walked up to the brunet, and sat his bottom on the stool next to Taichi. He turned to Yamato, but Yamato was looking down at his hands--which were clasped together in front of him on the bar. He stared at the blonde for a few moments before saying anything.
"Hey," he greeted. He saw Yamato jump slightly, he wasn't expecting Taichi to say anything. Taichi smirked; good, Yamato was just as nervous as he was. His smirk slipped from his face when Yamato didn't say anything. The blonde didn't even look up. Taichi squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to say something, but Yamato cut him off.
"You were right," he said quietly. Taichi sat there for a few minutes, contemplating what do to next. "It's funny..." Yamato started but trailed off. Taichi waited for a few moments, but when Yamato didn't continue Taichi looked at him.
"What's funny?" he asked finally.
Yamato laughed lightly. "My friends told me the same thing."
Taichi froze instantly. The tone in Yamato's voice told Taichi that he knew. He knew everything, he had to. Taichi felt a twinge of guilt creep into his stomach. He searched his mind for something to say, but found nothing. So, instead he laughed nervously.
"Yeah, that's pretty odd." Was all he could conjure up.
Yamato shrugged. "I guess it wasn't that much of a surprise."
Taichi looked at Yamato oddly, cocking his head to one side.
"What?" he asked, confused. Yamato sighed.
"Everyone had been telling me, and I usually ignored it... Or at least tried to. It was always in the back of my mind though, so when I confronted him about it--it wasn't a total shock."
Taichi watched Yamato intently. He wouldn't look up at the brunet, his eyes were trained on the bar in front of him. Taichi also took note that he wouldn't say his boyfriend's--or ex-boyfriend's name. Which puzzled Taichi, was Yamato not over the break-up yet, if there even had been one?
"You two--You know, broke up?" Taichi asked finally, Yamato still looking down at the bar.
He nodded. "Yes, right after I confronted him."
"Oh."
"I haven't said anything to my friends yet. I don't need them to tell me, 'I told you so'. Do you have any idea how long they have been telling me that he was cheating on me? Almost two months."
It amazed Taichi that the whole time Yamato was talking, not once did he look up at the brunet. Not once.
"I think they would have enough sympathy not to, don't you? I mean, it's kind of rude to do that."
"I don't want their sympathy. Who said my friends weren't rude."
"True, but..."
Taichi trailed off when Yamato finally looked up at him. He shut his mouth almost immediately. He was running his mouth way too much, and Yamato was becoming suspicious. Or, maybe Taichi was just paranoid. Though, he couldn't figure out why. He was doing nothing wrong. Then why did he feel so guilty.
"Don't tell your friends then," he said quickly, making up for his mistake. Yamato raised an eyebrow. "It'll just be between me and you."
"And what am I supposed to say when they don't see him hanging around anymore?" Yamato asked with a laugh.
Taichi shrugged. "Don't ask me. You're the one who doesn't want to tell them, not me."
"I never said that! You just presumed that's what I meant." Taichi grunted at the sentence.
"Stop playing mind games, they're not cool."
Yamato laughed, smirking. "Mind games? Even if I was, which I'm not, but if I was--I wouldn't with you because it seems you wouldn't understand them. What's wrong, is your brain to small to handle it?"
Okay, so when did this innocent conversation turn into a nasty mouth fight? Taichi was very confused, but now it was on.
"You know, screw you," okay, so maybe it wasn't really on. He couldn't come up with a reasonable comeback, so sue him.
"I hope you didn't hurt yourself too much coming up with that one."
Taichi sighed, looking down at the bar. It wasn't even worth arguing about. They lost sight of what they were arguing about to begin with. If Yamato would have said something like that four or five years ago, Taichi would have gone ballistic. He's seventeen, if you don't know. Why is he in a bar then? He knows the person who owns it, so of course he's allowed in. Plus, it's more like a club. Alcoholic beverages are only served to people of age. Which sometimes sucks because sometimes Taichi could use a drink. Like now.
Yamato must of gotten the hint because he didn't say anymore. The two fell into a dead silence. The blonde slipped away in his thoughts. Mostly they were about the brunet sitting next to him. Yamato was so drawn to him, he was so appealing. It scared him though. Every now-and-then, Taichi would say something, reminding Yamato of Daisuke. He didn't like that, he didn't like the possibility that Taichi would do the same thing Daisuke did. The similarities were uncanny. He sure wasn't ready for another Daisuke. Especially if Taichi was anything like Daisuke. Yamato only knew Taichi for a short time, so he wasn't making assumptions. But, the possibility was there, was it not?
"That was pointless," Taichi said randomly. Yamato nodded. "And so what if I have a brain the size of a gnat." Yamato laughed nervously, he looked at Taichi apologetically.
"Yeah, didn't mean that. I didn't call it the size of a gnat though."
Taichi shook his head and sighed. "I'm not arguing with you, but you might as well have."
He didn't want to sit in this muggy place anymore. He needed some fresh air, being in a bar for too long does something to your head. Taichi looked over at Yamato.
"I'm gonna get out of here, you're welcome to come," he said coolly. No, he wasn't trying to pick-up Yamato. Though, it may have sounded like that. He wasn't. So stop thinking that, because god only knows you are. Yamato shrugged.
"Yeah, maybe. It's getting to be a little hot in here."
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The two left shortly after that, and went to a nearby park. It was about seven o'clock at night, but it didn't even seem like the sun was going down. The sky was pink and yellow. Taichi swore it hadn't looked like that in months. Once they reached the middle of the park, he plopped himself down on the clean cut grass. It smelled as if it were just cut not five minutes before. He looked up at Yamato, who hadn't taken the liberty to sit down yet.
Taichi patted the spot beside him. "Sitting down on the grass isn't going to kill you." Yamato shook his head.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked immediately. Taichi shrugged.
"Nothing, you just look like the type--" but Yamato cut him off before he could finish.
"Don't start on, 'you're this type or that type'. It's all bullshit."
Taichi raised his hands in the air, surrendering. He didn't mean anything by what he said.
"I didn't mean to--don't get mad. You just look like you wouldn't be the first to sit on the ground, you know?" he said quickly, trying to explain himself. Yamato just shrugged.
He felt so tense. Every time he looked at Taichi he saw Him. Right now he felt so much anger towards Daisuke, it wasn't even funny. All he kept thinking was, 'how could he do this to me' and 'who does he think he is'. He thought he was over everything, but the minute he saw Taichi's face; all the feelings came rushing back at once. Yamato didn't know what to do with them all. He felt regret wash over his body. He shouldn't be there with Taichi, he should be at home. Not here--not with the one person that reminds him so much of what hurt him to begin with.
Yamato shook his head free from all his thoughts.
"I have to go," he said urgently. Taichi looked up at him, confusion in his eyes.
"Um, okay."
Without saying good-bye, Yamato turned on his heels and fled the park. He didn't stop walking till he was at his apartment. He didn't even look back.
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Aero: The chapters will be getting longer and longer. This one is a little over 14KB and the first chapter was 9KB; some difference. Next chapter, I'm looking at about 20-25KB. Okay, not like any of that really mattered. X.x;; Please do review! I would appreciate it so much if you did! ^^ Everyone that reviewed the first chapter, thanks so much. Very awesome of you all! -Ciao
