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Written: 14.1o.o5

take the blame - I agree that pretty rick is pretty ugly. lol. Emo? Do you like Something Corporate? Fudge...I heart them like hell. lol...my fav. band. ;D

Michi-fan: I hope you liked the Michiness. haha

Kuroi Black Nightingale: Yeah. It's weird...I don't usually write romances. haha.. guess i felt kind of relieved writing some form of 'happiness' lol from all the angst i write up in this story. Thanks for reading the Mixup as well.

Calmer of the Storm: Haha. I haven't seen you about in ages. I even remember a while back saying how cool your author name was. (still rocks) . yeah, the chapter was shorter than usual...and you're a takari fan? yeah. lol. it'll come..but i'm sorry...it's going to take a while...adding new characters into the plot to make it hard and twisted for them to get together (yes, i'm being mean). Adios

Princesstphanie: 8 pages long? haha. u should read some authors on this site as well on fictionpress...dayum.. it's like 22 pages-30. rofl. i'd die . my max is probably 20.. i never can get further than that.

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NOTE: xxxxx means the change of the song or lyrics.

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(a/n)

Haha. This time, I felt like writing replies to everyone instead of emailing them because I really couldn't be stuffed. Bleh. At least I'm honest. There's still so many things that this story will undergo that have been plotted in my head the whole time. I was about to even write a prequel before LimitZ of how and why the crew came about like how they are from the angst and all. (yes, that sentence didn't make sense). I might have second thoughts about it…if I have time after completing this story. ARgh, enough talking for now. Let's get some work done. Hope you enjoy this piece.

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LIMITZ II

Back in Odaiba

By flipstahhz

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Yamato froze. His azure eyes bulged on his gauntly face. The tension was making him have a cool sweat. He stood there not knowing what to do and what to say. He examined the man in front of him. He held almost the same identical height and facial features as himself and he was clothed in ragged brown clothes and smelt of the strong stench of marijuana. His father was supposed to be the type of man to be there for you on your first day of school. To lecture and tell you off when you were being naughty. To teach you how to hook bait onto a fishing rod before tossing the line into a river. To be there for you when you graduated school. To give advice on girls and show how much he cared and loved Takeru and him. Yet, Mr. Ishida failed the whole fatherly parent stereotype. The only thing in common between his son and himself was that they carried the same blood. Yet, they were nothing alike…complete opposites.

He hadn't seen him for almost seven years (For his brother, TK, almost half the poor kid's life). It was dreadful to meet him at a time like this, when his own mother – Mr. Ishida's wife – was lying in her own deathbed. Yamato had watched both his own parents walk out of his and TK's lives and seeing them both present in the same room shocked him. He let his fingers travel through his uncombed dirty blonde hair as he proceeded to watch with his blood shot eyes at the figure in front of him.

" Yamato," the man's voice croaked. There were no embraces to be seen in this deficient reunion. The younger boy closed his eyes, fists clenching. He hadn't heard his father speak for so long…it was so much like TK's. He was speechless. He wasn't ready for this…

Get a grip, Yamato! …he'll think of you as weak. You can't give him that impression after what he has done to you…

" D-da," Matt coughed then nodded, he wasn't going to call him 'Dad,' he had long lost fulfilling that role in his life. He stared directly through the man and spoke back formally. " Mr. Ishida."

" You've grown up," he continued. " Son…"

Off course I've grown up! What do you expect me to do in the past seven years? Become stoned and homeless like you? Stop stating the darn obvious and tell me what you want, that's what you're good at! The idiot didn't even ask of how TK was…

A new stronger anger stirred within him as he didn't reply and took a seat back into the leather chair next to the bed as leered at his father closing the door behind him and walking into the room. Yamato's heartbeat lividly rose higher as his father set next to him, shoulders brushing when he took the seat. He almost jumped out off his seat. He had never expected to see his parents ever again.

The man broke the stillness of the room, besides his wife's gagged breaths. " You're quiet, Yamato. Just like you've always been."

This time, Yamato couldn't help the words escaping his mouth. He growled in exasperation, " How do you expect me to react?"

" Yamat-"

" Don't fucking Yamato me!" he intervened with a small whisper that had the effect of a shout instead.

" I'm sorr-…"

" I don't care," he spat bitterly. " Your wife, my mother, was rushed to hospital after having a drug overdose and other physical factors that had triggered her to have a stroke! And a week later you decided to march back in here when she fuckin' lies in her bed dying!"

" We'll make a dea-"

" Screw deals!" Yamato interrupted his father again. He could feel his own pale face shading red. " I don't give no shit anymore!"

" St-stop."

The heads of the both two males turned towards the bed. The frail woman barely had her eyes open as she stared at her broken family.

" Yama-to is that you?" she slurred. " I think I'm delusional…"

" It's me," Matt managed to say aloud confirming his mother's suspicions.

Immediately, Mr. Ishida rushed to her side and stroked his wife's hair tenderly and gently held her hand. " Nancy…"

Her eyes fluttered open and she almost jolted out of bed, breaking into a sweat as she surveyed the room in panic. " WHERE AM I? WHAT AM I DOING H-HERE?"

" Calm down, Nancy!"

" W-who are you?" she questioned obliviously as she stared at the two people in the room, suddenly unable to distinguish them. She then stiffly collapsed back to her bad and her breathing became more ragged than it had been.

Yamato could feel his father gaze darting from his wife to him. The tension was brought to its limits and Yamato felt as if he had finally completed mastering in handling his feelings without it showing. He felt heartless. Yet he still could feel the sorrow…

Soon, a doctor barged into the room as the man began to gasp for air, " I heard screaming back here, is everything okay?"

" Fine," Mr. Ishida lied as Yamato glared at him. " Nothing to worry 'bout."

The doctor gave one last brief look of the room before departing the room and leaving the them again.

" What the hell was that?" Yamato murmured, appearing really pissed off. " You could have at least got the doctor to look at he-"

It was his father's time to interrupt this time. " As if you were about to say anything! You just stood there!"

" She could have," Yamato's angry tone faded into a small weak whimper. " Died."

The last word silenced them again, bringing back the tension and heavy depressive atmosphere.

" Yamato," Mr. Ishida said firmly. " I know I haven't been a great father to you and Takeru…but right now isn't the time to fight. I would blame me too if I were in your shoes…but we need…to keep your mother alive. Do you know anyway?"

" Yeah," Yamato replied. " She has a tiny chance of living. Heck, the nurses told me she'd die by now. The doctor told me that she'd need to have operations, but I didn't really hear where. Then if she recovers we'll have to send her to rehab center. It's a lot of money though…"

" How much do you have, above $2,000?"

Yamato raised an eyebrow curiously. " How'd you know?"

" Even though I haven't been a father to you for so many years, word gets around of how your crew and you won runners up in the World Dance Competition."

" Fine," Yamato gave up. He was in no mood in catching up and decided it was better if he got to the point. " I'll give you $2,000 to give to the hospital to pay off for her…operations."

" Thanks Yamato…"

Yamato gave a nod. He didn't even know if he was making the correct decision in trusting his father all over again…

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The other LimitZ dancers were finally back in Odaiba. As soon as they had arrived back they had chosen it was best of them to retire back to their old homes and meet up the following morning at the Kamiya household. They would talk and discuss their practice timetables and what they were to do in their future considering Sora, Yamato and Taichi had already turned 18 and that they couldn't go back into High School in Japan since their old class had less than two weeks to go before graduating and because they weren't willing to repeat school again. Mimi, on the other hand, hadn't turned 18 yet but was due to in a couple months.

It was raining. The sky filtered down droplets of tears onto Odaiba. So she was finally back...back in the topsy-turvy weather of Japan. It was meant to be summer yet it still managed to rain heavily. She should have been ecstatic for finally coming back to home…but just like the weather, it matched her dreadful mood. The shelter where she had been waiting for the couple of minutes wasn't strong enough and she already was half drenched from the rain. She sighed and tiredly leaned back against the wall of the glass shelter. Sora was still tired from the long airplane trip.

She didn't feel like staying with the rest of the crew for dinner since she wanted to go home straight away and get rid of her luggage that had been carrying her down. She didn't know how long the taxi would take to get there, but she hoped it would be soon. She gave a yawn.

" Sora!"

Sora Takenouchi turned to the right side to see a girl running towards her. The girl's brown wavy hair flounced angrily against the wind as she tried to not let a single drop of waterfall onto her with her arms covering her head.

She watched the girl sit besides her, examining her friend sigh in relief that she was in the bus stop shelter. Mimi took off her heavy bag from her shoulder and placed it onto the cement floor. They stayed there in silent for a few minutes as they could hear the rain patter down.

" I thought you were going to eat with the rest of them," Sora trailed, staring at the puddles forming on the ground.

" I got no place to crash in since my apartment was sold," Mimi said. " Don't you remember that I was going to stay with you, we discussed about it back in America. I can't believe you forgot!"

" Oh," Sora laughed but then felt a bit guilty for not remembering, " Sorry."

" Nah, It's cool. Fine with it," Mimi shrugged then pulled out a brown lunch bag from her luggage. " I thought you'd want something to munch on…that's why I came a bit late. Here…"

Sora smiled, realizing how thankful she was to have a friend like Mimi always looking out for her. She accepted the bag and pulled out a sandwich.

" Carrots, tomato and lettuce," Mimi stated. " Your favourite."

" You know me to well," the auburn headed girl commented.

" I know."

The taxi came, and the driver assisted the two ladies in pulling their suitcases into the vehicle. Mimi's luggage wasn't as much as Sora's considering she would have them sent over cause she couldn't decided on what to bring, so her parents decided that they would sent her whole wardrobe over to Japan. For now, Sora would probably have to lend her some clothing.

She gazed out the window. It was nighttime already and specks of water were smeared over the glass as the cab drove through the streets. She recognized the familiar streets where she was brought up in, realizing she was coming close to her house. When she turned the corner realization struck her. Her brown eyes widened and a feeling of dread swept over her soul.

" Sora…"

Mimi's hand had reached for Sora's and was clenching it tightly in support and reassurance, understanding what Sora had suddenly been confronted with…something that she hadn't seen for quite some time.

" It's where she died," Sora croaked, being strong and not letting tears stream down her face.

The corner was a dangerous intersection and was the scene of where her mother had taken her last breaths of life. It had been a while since she had been confronted there…

Mimi licked her lips and held her friend, stoking her back coaxing in her ear, " You've got us now…she'll still be watching you. I'm here for you…just think at least you won't be living on your own. We're all proud of you…and I'm sure your mother is to…"

Sora's eyes lifted to glance directly at her friend. " Thanks Meems…"

Mimi didn't need to suspect her gratefulness since she knew by just looking at her best friend's face that she was telling nothing but the truth.

What were best friends for?

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Drained from the lack of energy and bloated from the bowls of ramen they had consumed the boys had arrived home to meet a delighted Ms. Kamiya who embraced TK and Taichi, her family. Not seeing them for almost half a year made her cry and she gave the pair hard kisses on both of their cheeks. Surprisingly after giving Tai a kiss, she slapped him across the face for getting himself in trouble. She still sharply remembered of how he got shot on the leg by Acey. Ms. Kamiya then told them it was best to tell her about everything in the morning, when they had gotten themselves a decent time to rest and sleep.

So the two then wandered off to their old bedrooms and chucked their suitcases onto the floor. The stench of B.O still filled the room and Taichi couldn't help but give a simper. " Smells like home."

Takeru grunted. He was tired and pissed off because he hadn't gotten much sleep and was in a rather sulking and cranky mood. Yamato had already unpacked his things from the look of the bedroom floor that had his clothes tossed around everywhere. He mumbled curses to himself and tore off his shirt and put one of Yamato's shirts on then dropped heavily onto his old bed then closed his eyes.

" Pissed off already?"

" Shut up Tai, you cock," he insulted.

Tai shrugged with a sneer then began to ponder as he stared at the only bed that wasn't fixed up with half the bed sheets spilling onto the carpet. " Wonder where Yamato is…"

" He went for a walk," the woman entered the room. " I thought I told you boys to get some shut eye."

" Sorry ma," TK apologized. Even though Ms. Kamiya wasn't his real mother, he treated and respectfully addressed her as one since the Kamiya's had brought Yamato and himself under their care when their parents had walked out on them. Even in his shittiest moods, he was always nice and sincere to Ms. Kamiya.

" I just realized," Ms. Kamiya said curiously. " Where are the others? Aren't they staying here too? I put out extra beds in the spare room."

It was just like Ms. Kamiya to do something warm-heartedly. Taichi smiled. He had missed his mother…even if it were her lectures to be good whenever he crossed the lines. It was like all the angst in America had suddenly disappeared. He rubbed his cheek, still recalling her slap earlier. He deserved that…he sure loved his mother.

" Sora went home, and Mimi decided to go with her," TK explained. He abruptly opened his eyes lids since he had them closed the whole time. Creases appeared on his forehead with worry, " W…I don't know where Kari is!"

" Oh…my daughter! She could be kidnapped, get lost," Taichi groaned as his mother continued to ramble. " … she could get raped -"

Taichi figured out it was best of him to interrupt there. " Mom. Kari hasn't been kidnapped. She wouldn't get lost since she's lived in Odaiba her whole life. And raped? Argh…she'd smash the guy before he even had the chance!"

" Then where is she, Tai?" TK hissed. " You could have at least told us."

" She's over at a friend's house," Taichi said simply. His mother than nodded, accepting what he had said.

" Alright boys, get some rest now. Hikari is going to get told off when she comes home…she's been a naughty girl…she didn't even go see her mother befor..." the woman's voice trailed off as she disappeared from the boy's bedroom.

" Where is she, Tai?" TK repeated sternly. " You bitchin' liar."

" You got me," Taichi sighed as he sat at the end side of TK's bed. " She went to an interview for behalf of us LimitZ dancers."

" Well…your big brother act is pretty shitty," TK glared. " You could have at least told us, we could have went together…who knows if she can handle the paparazzi and idiot journalists!"

" TK, can't you just trust her? She can handle it," the brunette haired older boy said confidently. Taichi snickered, " You can just tell me your worried about her being alone-"

" I'm not," he cut off, trying to control his face from turning a violent shade of red.

" Sure, sure," Tai murmured unconvinced and began to jeer, " I'd be fine you know…I trust you with her. But if you ever cheated or broke her heart you've got Yamato and I to deal with."

"Tai!" TK warned.

" I think she likes you too. I mean, maybe if you weren't an ass majority of the time you'd be scoring with her -"

"TAI!" TK yelled.

Tai continued, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes as his lips were being tugged up, he tried to maintain his seriousness as he watched TK fuming. " Then we could be like really related. I'll be your brother-in-law! How good is that? It's like… -"

They heard a door close shut, causing Tai to hush quiet. They heard the familiar voice of Yamato greeting Ms. Kamiya.

Tai smirked. And, this time, TK had to join him on this one. They had heard the muffled conversation between their mother and Yamato, and Ms. Kamiya hadn't mentioned that they had arrived back to Odaiba. They couldn't wait to see Matt's expression when he walked into the room…

His footsteps became louder as they could hear him approach their bedroom, until he finally took a step into the room. The older blond headed boy tiredly threw his satchel onto the top bunk and kicked off his shoes, he was just about to drop dead and fall asleep on the floor when he suddenly felt someone dive onto his back sending him head first into a pair of molding socks. He growled as he tossed the person off his back, still having the scent of the disgusting odor in his nostrils, and his eyes flared over to the cheeky looking Taichi as his brother raised a hand as a simple greeting.

" Fuck you, Tai," Yamato swore, but he couldn't hide the smile displaying on his face. After spending most of the time in Odaiba alone he had felt quite lonely and was satisfied and pleased to see his brother and best friend. It seemed to have worn out the angst he had been dealing with lately.

Yamato spoke again, " You know, Tai, you're lucky that I'm exhausted cause I would have tackled you back."

"Off course baby, that's what turns me on the most," Taichi chuckled as TK rolled his eyes at their sarcastic queerness.

" Matt, how are you?" TK seemed to have deleted the laid back atmosphere. " How you holding up about it?"

Yamato stared back at his brother, seeing his azure eyes orbing through him. The same eyes as his father. Matt didn't need to be told the whole story to understand what his TK was talking about. He decided that it was best of him to be blunt and straight to the point, dragging the truth would be wrong. " She's dying…Takeru."

" I've done all I can…they'll give her an operation…but I don't know if it will be enough," he proceeded, speaking honestly.

" You've done enough," TK muttered quietly. " You don't need to do anymore, Matt."

The youngest boy in the room gave a quick nod as his eyes drifted elsewhere, observing the cream smooth ceiling as if the plaster had texture. Taichi put a hand on TK's shoulder to comfort him, but then awkwardly pulled it back…realizing that Yamato would also be effected by it. He knew Yamato in and out…and right now he knew that he was being strong and hiding his feelings…like he always had.

"I'm going to take a shower," TK shrugged and walked out of the room as quickly as possible.

"He's just like you…hiding his feelings and all…"

"He's learnt it from the best," Matt rolled his eyes.

Taichi stood up from the Takeru's mattress he had been sitting on and gave him a friendly brotherly hug and couldn't help but notice the smell that had clung onto the blonde's body.

" No wonder you could hardly recognize that we were there when you first entered the room," Tai laughed bitterly. " You look pissed drunk…"

" What?" Matt questioned as he was released from the embrace. " I'm only sober. Just had a few…"

" Darn Matt," the brunette shook his head disapprovingly. " You reek of smokes as well…and it's only 7pm! What the hell is up with you?"

The next couple of minutes, Yamato had explained what had happened that day and ended with, " Tai…you can't tell TK…I don't want him involved in this mess. It's fucked already as it is."

" Fine," Tai replied stiffly, still in disbelief with Yamato's encounter with his father.

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No songs used in this chapter. I was meant to write another section to this chapter but I had second thoughts thinking it was best for the next upcoming one. Please review and tell me what you think ; ) . Take care and lots of hearts

Flipstahhz

Next Chapter: Stuff, stuff and more stuff. I hope I didn't give anything away! Haha, just kidding. Just to sum it all up, the LimitZ crew talk about what their future will be and their careers ( since Sora, Tai, Matt are 18. Mimi's 17. And Kari is 15 and TK is 16).