A Bed Full of Memories

Summary: Letting go is never easy. Taichi thought he had moved on from his first love, Yamato. However, all memories come attached with feelings, and they can't lay dormant forever.

D-Angel: Well, I tried not to leave it too long although I'm aware five months is quite a wait. You should know what I'm like with updates now, lol. Truth be told, this has been my hardest year at uni, but I only have a semester left before I'm finally finished! Scary.

Anyways... this chapter was difficult to write for some reason... took an age, but it's finally done.

Thanks for all your reviews so far by the way! You guys rock (really, you keep me motivated).

Read on and enjoy :)

Rating: M

Warnings: The usual.

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Chapter 2

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I hadn't seen Yamato for almost four years and now he had phoned me out of the blue. It was very peculiar. It wasn't as if we had completely lost contact after he moved away to Osaka. We had exchanged the occasional letter and e-mail over the past few years, just simple ones that had kept us briefly updated about one another's lives. However, not once had we phoned each other. It was why I sat there, literally trembling after hearing his voice for the first time in ages.

"Oh, hi," I replied into the phone as Daisuke dived onto the floor to recover the ice cream.

"I'm sorry, I know it's been a while," Yamato sighed. I could imagine him fiddling with strands of his blond hair while chewing anxiously on his lower lip. I laughed, although it sounded quite forced and uneasy so I probably sounded like a complete twat. I was known for making an idiot of myself though, especially in front of Yamato.

"How are things…," I paused for a moment, "with your life?"

Yamato chuckled this time, although his laugh sounded genuine and quite warming.

"Rather good. I got into Kyoto University, as you know…"

Yeah, lucky bastard, I thought. Yamato had always been smart though, it was no surprise he had gained high enough grades to attend one of the top Universities in Japan. Ok, so Chiba University was also a great University, but I had slaved my ass away studying to just about scrape the grades together to get into there.

"Yeah, 'grats on that. Having fun there?" I asked before I dug my spoon into the tub of ice cream which was now sitting on Daisuke's lap.

"It's ok, although I commute every day," Yamato explained in a dreary tone. I rolled my eyes but still emphasised with him. I was fortunate to have lived in student accommodation for my first year, before finding a house with a couple of friends for my final two years. It was probably a bit more expensive than commuting, but I was relishing the experience of living with like-minded people.

"That's a shame. Made any friends?"

"A few, although I really miss everyone in Odaiba."

I smiled, we all missed him too. Out of everyone only Koushiro and Mimi had visited him ever since he moved away. They met up with him shortly after his eighteenth birthday. Yamato looked a lot healthier in the photos they took, a happy glow shone from his fuller cheeks as Izz and Meems had stood besides him, posing. Apparently he had been clean for almost eighteen months. Rehab had been hard on him, especially with his mum and dad breathing down his neck.

"Tai?" The apprehensive edge to his voice broke my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

He was tapping his fingernails against something; the sound was rhythmic, much like when he used to tap his fingers against the frets of his guitar.

"This may be a bit forward, but, do you fancy spending a few weeks with me?"

I almost dropped my spoon onto the floor, unsure if I had just heard him right. Travel all the way to Osaka just to see him, surely I couldn't? It felt too soon.

"Matt, I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Why not?"

I placed a hand on my forehead. He was not exactly making this any easier for me. The last time I had seen him we had said our goodbyes, and it had quite honestly been one of hardest days of my life. I knew I would become an emotional wreck if I saw him again.

"Well…"

Yamato sighed.

"Listen, I'll give you some time to think about it, I guess this is all a little out of the blue."

Damn right. But still, it was kind of him to ask. I had never been to Osaka in my life, and Yamato had always known that I had wanted to go there when we were younger. There were a few reasons that screamed why I shouldn't go though, and of course Daisuke was one of those.

"Ok then." I looked at Daisuke who had stopped eating the ice cream and was staring at me curiously. I knew he would ask questions the moment I finished talking to Matt. To be honest, I would have done the same thing if he had been on the phone for Ken for more than ten minutes (and I must have spoken to Matt for almost twenty minutes).

"I've got to go, but call me later and I'll give you a definite answer."

"Ok, I'll phone you in a couple of days."

"That's cool. Bye for now."

"Alright, take care."

He hung up. I slowly moved the phone away from my ear then placed it onto the floor.

"What did Yamato-san want?" Daisuke badgered as he hooked his arm around mine and leant towards me. I winced a little before I allowed Daisuke to snuggle into my chest.

"He wants me to go visit him."

"You should do it," Daisuke said at the drop of a hat.

"What?" I gawped. Of all people, I thought Daisuke would be the first person to disapprove, especially after what Ken and Miyako did to him. I guess I never really expected Daisuke to trust me that much.

"He's your best friend, and it's been ages since you last saw him," Daisuke reasoned while he stared me directly in the eyes, "and who knows when you'll get an opportunity like this again?"

Daisuke was right. I would be off to England next year, and Yamato and I would be busy with University once the summer was over. I really had no idea when I would get to see Yamato again; apart from this one little opportunity that had arose almost randomly.

"Aren't you, you know, worried?" I curiously questioned while Daisuke reached for the ice cream, which had already started to melt into a creamy goo. It took him a few seconds to twig at what I was getting at. He shrugged his shoulders once he had eaten some more ice cream.

"Of course I'm not," Daisuke confidently scoffed, "you and Yamato are a thing of a past… Well your relationship is anyways."

"I suppose," I leant back on the sofa. "But, I think I'll have to talk to Sora about it."

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"What an idiot," Sora groaned while shaking her head as she propped her elbow up on the table we were sat at, "he knows you're with Daisuke, so what is he playing at?"

I arched an eyebrow.

"It's not like he's after anything…"
"Of course he's hoping for something Tai. You know Yamato better than I do…"

She was right. I lowered my eyes. There was a picture of a child on the table, no older than the age of four, with cinnamon coloured eyes and well kept black hair, dressed in a navy-blue dress as she gazed up with a toothy grin at whoever had taken the picture. Sora pushed it underneath a gossip magazine when she realized I was looking. She never liked to talk about her pregnancy or the baby she ended up given up for adoption. It was as clear as day how she felt, especially whenever a baby advert came on television, or when she walked past a baby in a pushchair.

I think she had wanted to keep it by the end of her pregnancy, but what else could a sixteen year old girl do; especially when she's still at school, and her family lacks the funds to raise a baby? Sora just believed her daughter could live a better life without her. The only small thing Sora requested was that she was sent a picture of her daughter every year, and so far she hadn't been disappointed.

"You can't hurt Dai," Sora said as she stood up from the table and walked over to a framed picture of her and her mum by the television, "he loves you more than you realize."

I swallowed hard, which was difficult when my throat was starting to tighten as if guilt had wrapped its hand around my neck. I loved Daisuke too, but for some reason, it wasn't enough to convince me not to go visit Yamato.

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I returned back to my apartment near to dinner time, after a brief trip into town with Sora. I was not surprised to see Daisuke sitting on the sofa, although I was concerned as to why he had muted the volume on the television the moment I entered the room. He hopped onto his feet and approached the doorway where I was stood.

"Your sister phoned a few minutes ago, said she wants to arrange a meeting."
My eyes widened. I felt giddy as my heart jumped around my ribcage in excitement. I had waited so long for my sister to get in contact with me; I had asked my dad to inform her that I wanted to meet her when she was prepared.
"Did she leave a number?"
"Yeah, she left her mobile number," Daisuke informed as he turned back around and darted over to the coffee table. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and handed it to me as I joined his side.

"Thanks." I added the number scribbled on the piece of paper into my mobile while Daisuke watched me. I looked up once I was done and saw that he was still staring at me, only now his eyes drowning in a clear state of confusion. He looked like someone had just snapped him out of a hypnotist's trance

"I didn't know you had a sister, Tai."

He sounded hurt, and with all good reason to be. I bit my lip, hesitant whether to tell him the reason why I had never told him.

"Mmm, I know…" I rested my hand against my forehead, "sorry Dai, it isn't something I want to talk about right now."

I never found it easy to open up to Daisuke, in the same way he did with me. It was a miracle as to why he could always confide in and trust me. I knew he would have found out about my sister one day, but I always assumed it would be through our circle of friends or from my Mum.

Daisuke sighed, but took a step towards me.

"Will you tell me, eventually?"

"Of course," I promised.

"She sounded really sweet on the phone," Daisuke pulled me into a hug, resting his head on my shoulder; "I'm looking forward to meeting her."

I shut my eyes and tried to forget about the past for the time being. Daisuke's hand started fiddling with the buttons on my jeans, before he yanked down the zipper. I wanted to kill him when as all he did afterwards was take a step back and look up with me with wide sex eyes. He knew I couldn't resist. I firmly grabbed his wrist and dragged him into my bedroom.

"I'm gonna miss this," Daisuke sighed as I nibbled on the side of neck. I laughed, although my voice wavered. He continued to whimper and moan while I pinned his wrists down against the mattress and swung my hips to and forth in my usual rhythm. I sped up when my climax was approaching, placing one hand on his hip as I grew more aggressive and eager for release.

It was messier than usual. Daisuke was quiet as I slid out from him, but had a giant grin stretched across his face. I cleaned us both up with the baby wipes by my bed before I collapsed back besides Daisuke and kissed him on his nose.

"Two weeks without you is torture," Daisuke admitted as he snuggled against my chest. I placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. There was just no way I could betray him.

"I don't have to go."

Daisuke muffled something into my chest.

"Eh?"

He moved away from me a little.

"Lets not go into this again," Daisuke groaned as a serious glimmer appeared in his dark brown eyes, "I'm not against you going."

"But…"

"I'm not stopping you," Daisuke stated as he scratched the crown of head, "End of conversation."

I frowned.

If I had been in his position I would have felt peculiar about him going to visit his ex-boyfriend. Daisuke was like that though, too stubborn to even admit his true feelings half the time, especially after what happened with Ken. He was never dishonest however, he just had a tendency to say the things that he thought people wanted to hear, rather than upset them. Well, unless he was feeling angry.

Daisuke caught me off-guard with a passionate kiss, firing me up for another round of sex. I leant back, willing for Daisuke to take control, but he just grabbed my wrist and led it down between his legs.

"Release me, senpai," Daisuke murmured as he encouraged me to slide my hand up and down his shaft. I rolled over and moved my other arm around the back of his neck to support him as my hand furiously pleasured him. I whispered filth into his ear and he came within seconds.

"Mmm, good," he panted while I dived under the covers to clean him up.

I made sure I spent plenty of time with Daisuke- watching films, making love, eating food- before the day of my departure.

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D-Angel: Will end it here for now. Chapter 3 is half-written... In fact, I started writing chapter 3 before chapter 2, which is odd, lol.
I couldn't resist the Tai/Dai smut at the end, they are such a cute couple, but I think you guys can guess what's going to happen!
So, anyways, will try my best to update soon, although I have a lot of uni work to do still (even though I have a 3 week break before the next semester .).
Shall see you guys next chapter! Much love.


D-Angel

22/01/09

P.S. Thanks for pointing out the missing word Ohtori Choutarou! You know what I'm referring to ;) Lol.