Summary: In which Yamato reflects about himself, Taichi and Mimi.
Every move you make, breaks me, breaks me.
"Two Hearted Spider", by Editors.
He watched her for long moments, his azure gaze fixed on her delicate, petite frame. When the rain stopped she had been the first out of the house, almost knocking an indignant Taichi on her way. He was leaning casually on the balcony while Taichi sat on the ledge, resting his back against a column. The house was designed after the Western fashion, a gift from Tachikawa Keisuke to his family and one he had very kindly lent to his daughter's friends for a long weekend in the countryside.
Their gaze followed her in silence as she drew herself to her fullest height, her face looking up at the clear skies with an impossibly bright smile. The white dress she wore was almost sinful on her, showing lengths of creamy skin that had made their eyes wander far more than she may have intended.
"What on earth is she smiling about?" Taichi asked after a moment.
"A rainbow, a ladybug…" Yamato trailed off, waving an airy hand. "Something like that."
From afar, they heard Mimi laugh. "Yama-kun! Tai-kun!" she exclaimed, "There's the brightest rainbow I've ever seen! You're missing out."
Taichi narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion. "You're cheating. I don't know how, but you are." His tone was quiet but cool, almost jealous.
The blonde shrugged, unfazed. "Don't pretend you don't know what sort of thing makes her happy."
On any other day he could ignore him, feign ignorance or blindness. But not today. Not when Taichi's eyes were burning holes through the side of his head, not when he could feel him practically smoldering in his proximity and her presence.
"She loves you," Taichi said suddenly, almost matter-of-factly. He'd managed to keep most of the bite out of his tone too, a feat that Yamato could commend him for.
Taichi's eyes, brown like warm chocolate, were fixed on her as she twirled around, basking in the sunlight. And while he looked at Mimi, Yamato looked at him. He knew the lift of his smile, recognised the gleam in his eyes. He didn't need to turn to her to know that she'd be smiling at Taichi, blowing him a soft kiss that he would try to catch with an open, wide palm.
He looked up just in time to see her blowing a dandelion, making a secret wish. She was biting her bottom lip, hiding the smile that Yamato knew belonged to him, and him alone. He longed to touch her. He nodded at her, grateful for her gift and she dissolved in peals of laughter as she turned her back to both of them, disappearing into the field of blooming sunflowers.
It was so obvious, and yet…
"She loves you, also," Yamato said, the smile on his lips as cold as the one Taichi was giving him.
