Author's Notes: I would like to first and foremost apologize for the ridiculousness that was the last chapter. To be completely and utter honest, I loved writing the chapter as it brought me back to my teenage years of witty bantering. I would like to keep it fresh in our minds that these are teenage boys, dealing with teenage hormones and values etc. I know that it sounds almost parodically heteronormative, but I get the feeling that this is how teenage boys would talk, especially with an underlying connection. Just a reminder that this IS a Taito, it will just take its time finding that end. Please be patient, sit back and enjoy the ride.

KoumiLoccness – I do also find Taiora overrated so please worry not, I have every confidence that it will not make its way into this fic.

Pyro180 – Thank you for your review. I know that it was a little on the odd side, but so speaks the 4am insomniac mind I suppose. It is actually my favourite chapter thusfar (I tend to not really plan out too many details and let the prose flow) and I can promise that there will be more comedy to come. Please keep me updated if it gets a little too over the top though ;)

Disclaimers: It has been many years since I picked up the old quill and ink, but as with all age old pursuits, I would like to start by assigning credit to where it belongs. I own not the Digimon series and regret to inform you that the characters in this fic are the genius of another individual, not my own. I do also welcome criticism, as I have been away from fic writing for the longest time and have no doubt lost a lot of whatever it was I once had (under another pen name that I have since forgotten).

Balancing on the Balcony's Edge

It has been too long since I took the time to sit down and write in here. Once more I find myself sitting alone outside, my pen scratching across the paper.

What with preparing for our vacation and studying for tests... okay, more like reteaching the entire year's worth of material to Tai, I have not really taken the time out to write. I am not going to let the others onto it, but I am really excited for this trip. Hanging out in town, and escaping with only those important to me to another country are two entirely different situations. It kind of brings me back to our earlier days in the digi-world. Tai and I fought a lot back then. I cannot help but smile as I reminisce. Who would have thought that we would have become this close?

Taichi is most definitely and irrequivobly my best friend. The relationship I have with my band mates, my class mates and even my brother Takeru is different. With Tai the words just seem to flow out. It is like I am singing when I am with him, even if my lips make no sound. This is starting to sound way too sentimental, I frown as I look at the words on the page. I have to be careful though, I know that Tai will not intentionally hurt me, but when do people ever intentionally crush their closest friends?

I gaze out from my perch on the school roof at the city that stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. Soon we will have graduated and I will have lost this opportunity. I will have lost this carefree view of the world stretching out before me. I cannot help but think about what I have written on the page. Why am I expecting Tai to hurt me?

"Someone looks a little lost," a familiar soprano sounds behind me.

I turn around to see Mimi approaching from the stairwell, her auburn tresses are tied back with a soft yellow ribbon that matches thebutter yellow peasant style stop that she has paired with jean capris. I cannot quite pinpoint when, but from sometime ago Mimi became someone I confide in.

I quickly glance down at the last line I has scribbled across the page, at that one troublesome phrase, and frown ever so slightly. Taichi...

"Not lost, thinking," I reply, closing the notebook in my lap, clipping my pen to the coil spine of the book, and tuck it into the front pocket of my gigbag.

"Call me psychic if you will," she begins, a hint of innocence masking the concern in her voice, "but I haven't seen you this lost in your thoughts since the digital world." She reaches my side and leans forward, crossing her arms, onto the rail.

We both stare out at the cityscape in silence for a while. I can tell that she is waiting for me to reply.

Normally I hate it when people pressure me to talk, but this feels somehow different. Maybe it is a side of me that only the child of sincerity can bring out, but I feel comfortable – and there are only a select few people who can do that. I can count them on one hand : Takeru, Mimi and Taichi...

I cough to cover a sigh that threatens to escape, "It's nothing. Just stuff." I pause for a moment, organizing my thoughts. "So we graduate in a couple days, huh?" It feels easier saying this than focusing on how soon we will all be parting ways.

"Yeah," she giggles, "I guess that makes us responsible adults then."

I nearly burst out into laughter before catching myself, my sides quivering in amusement. "Although somehow I doubt that we are all ready for that," Instantly memories of mine and Taichi's playful penis banter from last week arise, "I guess that is what University is for."

Mimi sighs when I mention University. She had excitedly informed us a week earlier that she had been accepted to the Kyoto Academy for Fashion Design, which would make her a 5 hour bullet train ride away at best. "And don't forget Spain!" She cheerfully perks up, winking at me.

I nod in reply, my mood lifted at the memory of our trip. Only three more days and we would be flying...

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"Come on Yama! Let's Go!" Taichi moans loudly at me from my bedroom doorway. He has been excitedly pacing all morning as I finished packing my suitcase for our trip.

"I told you five times already, our plane doesn't leave until 1:15!" I shout back at him, carefully folding my tank top and tucking it in my bag with the twenty other tops that I had packed – hey, I want to be prepared and looking nice for anything and everything that might come up, do you blame me?

"But Yama..." the brunette's whining becomes more persistent and mopey.

I shake my head and turn around to see the tanned teened with palms clamped together and pleading, on his knees a few feet away. I can't help but crack a smile.

"What time is it Tai?" I condescendingly ask.

He bites his bottom lip, "9:30..."

"And what time does our plane leave?"

"... 1:15..." I can hear his blush.

"So shut up and wait on the couch!" I yell at him, thrusting my arm out and directing him out of my room.

At last night's post graduation ceremony I had a few more drinks than I normally would have to take the edge off. It was just me and the boys from the Teenage Wolves, so I didn't have to worry too much about waking up with a new girlfriend that I would have to inevitably break up with. Still, I should have thought the drinking over a little more before having my third drink of the night.

Tai hadn't showed up at my apartment until this morning, damn early risers, I cursed to myself. But on what planet is 7:00am an appropriate time to show up at somebody's place when there wasn't any school? I massaged my temples, fighting off my hangover headache through deep breathing.

"This is so not working," I resigned and marched out of my room into the kitchen to get some Ibuprofen. I could feel more than see Tai's gaze follow me as I stomped into the kitchen. I jerkily snatched the bottle out of the cupboard, spilled three out into my palm, screw it if the label says 1 every 4 hours, and quickly swallowed them, washing it down with a gulp of cold coffee.

I could hear shuffling behind me and turned around to see that Tai had again decided to follow me to the kitchen island. He purred menacingly, "Sounds like someone had a little too much to drink last night..."

"Fuck off," I half-heartedly retorted.

Thankfully he chose to leave it at that and silently followed me back to my room, leaping over my suitcase onto the far end of the bed where he lounged as I picked up packing. I shook my head and ignored him, thankful for the silence.

I turned around and ran a hand through my hair, noticing that it had gotten a little longer, but was still as soft as ever. My mood was starting to pick up as I felt the medicine slowly seeping into my veins. A little more elated, I moved into the bathroom to pack my toiletries.

Silence truly is a wonderful thing. I mused happily as I returned with my pre-packed toiletry bag, "Hey Tai-," I began, shocked to find that he was sprawled out on my bed, snoring and drooling on my pillow.

I wonder if there is anyway someone can be pushed out the plane door while we are in the air, I angrily pondered, biting down hard on my lip to prevent from screaming my head off at Tai.

Author's note: I know that it seems rather pointless and uneventful, thought I should put something in here before they his Spain. Just a little bit of a mind chatter chapter. Now I shall skip off and start writing about Spain (maybe I should do a little research, ne...)