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"Where is this place again?" Takeru asked for the fifth time, and tried to ignore the ring box pressing against his thigh in his left pants' pocket.

"I thought you boy's knew your way around this town blindfolded?" Kari giggled from the backseat and leaned over Tai's shoulder so she could look at the map.

"The town yes, this random stretch of countryside outside oftown, not so much." Tai turned the map around a few times as Kari pointed to various markings on the crumpled paper.

On the other side of the backseat, Yama sat in quiet contemplation. This day had approached far sooner then he thought it would. How many days had it been since Sora called to let him know she was officially in town? No more than three, probably. They had been the three quickest days of his life so far, minus a few concert events out of the country. But either way he was now on a dead set course to see the girl he so rudely vanished from.

"I hope they are prepared for rain." Tk looked up from the road to see the sky coated in angry grey clouds.

"No worries," Tai gently batted Hikari's hand from the map and stuffed the item in the glove compartment. "This is a mega multi million dollar movie set. I am sure they are prepared for flood or fire or anything nature could throw against them."

The Blonde raised a quizzical eyebrow as Tai asserted such faith in the movie industry. Yama had been on enough sets to know that no one was prepared for half of the things that would be thrown at them. He had seen quite a few movies be almost lost because of a stubborn actor or a complete natural disaster. As hearty as the public believed them to be, moviemakers were just as susceptible to bad luck. If not giant red targets for the ill-mannered spirits.

"You know," Yama tapped his brother on the shoulder, "You missed your turn a few feet back."

The group pulled into a large makeshift parking lot and seemed slightly annoyed that the boy had let their exit pass so easily. But it was hard to be angry as they exited the car and saw various techs and actors mingling around the environment. A general feeling of excitement filtered through the group as they whispered amongst each other. Yama remained in the car and adjusted the hood of his sweatshirt and sunglasses.

"You planning on stealing government secrets or meeting an old friend?" Tai teased as he opened the man's door.

"Just trying to keep a low profile." Yama answered with little emotion as he exited the car and led the group to a small guard station near the location perimeter. "Just let me do the talking."

"Name and purpose." The guard demanded as he eyed their group. He had sent away enough gawkers to have lost his patience with those not carrying set ID badges.

"Yuto Kazama." Yama stated without losing a moment of his calm and collected nature.

The guard looked down at his clipboard and made a note in red pen, before looking back up at them. "All right, you are on the list. Miss Takenouchi wished to meet you in her trailer. She is in number 3 on the left."

"Yama," Kari whispered into his ear as they moved away from the guard. "Who is that? That name."

"I always use it for hotel bookings and things like that. It is usually the only way the crowds can be kept away." Yamato answered the question, but kept most of his attention on his party members as they began to wander.

Although the trailer was only a few feet from the station, it took quite a bit of time to get the whole group to the spot. Each member of the group was distracted by the fast paced motion and ordered chaos surrounding them. Tk had spotted the writer's tent and tried to decide if he should go see if some of his old college buddies were inside. Taichi had located the stunt actor's practice grounds and was impressed to see them warm up by doing various flips and hand stands. The only person that stayed somewhat close to Yamato was Hikari. She knew exactly what she wanted to see, and Yama was the key to finding it.

"Is everyone here?" Yamato asked as he counted the group like he did the kindergartners at line up time. "Good. Now just relax and be yourselves. Sora is just like you and I."

XXX

The past few days had not gone by fast for Sora Takenouchi. In fact, she was almost certain that time had drifted backwards, and that she was probably running a good chance of meeting her past self. Well, maybe that was an over exaggeration, but there was a lot ridding on this meeting. She was terrified that if she didn't act correctly, he would run off to another secret location. And part of her wanted to know why he hadn't gone to her in his hour of need. Then again, maybe it was selfish to expect that much of him after such a traumatic event.

Sora adjusted the flowers in her favorite red vase for the hundredth time and let out a sigh. She had been cleaning the trailer since morning; due to the fact her scenes were being held back for weather reasons and she could not sit still for more than a minute due to nerves. It was amazing how many times something the size of a small hotel room could be cleaned. She hadn't put anything major in the trailer since she was booked to stay at the city's top hotel, but the few things she had placed inside had been dusted and cleaned to the point of insanity. Even her loyal bodyguard was staring at her with a quizzical eye.

"You already adjusted the flowers…"

"I know Maro…" The girl collapsed on her couch.

"Does anyone else know he is coming?"

"No." She shook her head adamantly. The last thing Yama needed was to be spotlighted by the public. There were tons of people looking for him, but none of them were people he wanted to meet. At least she figured he didn't want to meet anyone but her at the moment.

"I bet it will go fine." Maro stood from his position at the mini kitchen, and tried to weave his way to the couch without bumping his head on any of the ceiling fans. At six foot ten, the man was practically a giant next to his small client. His clothes were semi-casual and clung to the massive amount of muscles that coated his body. With one large hand, the boy patted Sora's shoulder and gained a smile from the worried female. "How about I go get you a drink? One of those flavored lemonades the caterer's talked so highly about?"

"That would be great. Thank you." She smiled as the man gave her shoulder another pat, and then headed out to the catering tent a few feet away. If there was anyone on her staff, that Sora trusted completely it was Maro. He had worked for her since she was a low budget actress. It had been Maro that had introduced her to Yama years ago. She had been willing to ignore the boy when they saw him singing in a hotel lobby, but Maro had convinced her that he was worth a second look.

A sudden knock on the door brought Sora back to reality. There was no way Maro could have completed the errand that quickly. Could it be? The girl jumped up from the tan couch and rushed to the door. She paused just a moment to adjust her blue blouse and skinny jeans, and then opened the door.

"Sora." Yamato stared at the girl through the dark shades covering his aqua eyes. "It has been a long time."

The secret spy garb Yamato was dressed in took her attention for a moment, but she snapped back quickly and gave the group a smile. "I am so glad you all could come. Please, come inside."

Once the entire group was ushered into the room, Sora went about her duty as hostess. She offered drinks and snacks and tried to make sure that everyone had a comfy spot to sit on. The task kept her nervous hands busy, but her eyes were often falling prey to wandering. Tk and Yamato were the only ones she could actually say she knew. Their guests were a complete mystery on the other hand. The red-eyed girl stuck close to Tk and seemed to be trying to get him to share her almost silent excitement about being on a movie set. The mystery male spent his time lounging in the trailer's armchair and mumbling things to Yamato. For a second she wondered if they were paring off in couples to board the Ark. But that was silly; Yamato wasn't spending his time looking for some kind of romance. Though she had wondered before if he could possibly swing that way.

"Thank you so much for having us over." The brown haired girl spoke up in an excited voice and clutched her boy's arm.

"It's my pleasure." Sora sat down on the love seat next to Yamato and Tai, "I don't know many people here in town, so I am glad to have some company."

Yamato pulled the hood off of his head and perched the sunglasses on top of his blonde locks. His wounds had healed a little more, but there was still definite bruising along the side of his face as well as a scab on his bottom lip. Truthfully the lip would have been a little more healed then it was if the boy didn't continuously break it open by talking. The little annoyance had constantly giving him slight grief as he tried to eat and drink acidic foods or beverages.

"Yama," The girl stared in shock at her old friend's face, "What happened to you?"

"Ask Tai." The red-eyed girl added and glared a quick dagger at the tanned brunette.

"It was an accident, Kari." Tai mumbled under his breath and turned to the celebrity. "Yamato and I were playing soccer and, uh he might have gotten hit."

"Did you guys use his head as the ball?"

As Sora echoed Hikari's earlier accusation, both boys gave a small exhale of defeat. No matter how they spun the soccer tale, it seemed people were bound and determined to make it out to be a huge idiotic event. Didn't anyone realize you could get hurt in that sport? Tai's ankle seemed to be pretty good proof of the fact injuries and soccer did mix.

"No, I hit a goal post and the ball shot back." Yamato leaned back in his chair and wondered what his friend could be thinking. She seemed rather nervous, judging by her hand movements. It was as if Sora was waiting for the right moment to tell him something, but what?

"I guess we should be thankful that it wasn't worse. So, if I got this right…" Sora scrunched up her brow and pointed to each person in order. "You are Tai, Kari, and Tk?"

"You got it right." The smaller blonde gave her a sweet smile and absentmindedly rubbed his hand on his pants pocket.

Long before this day had been planned, Yamato had mentioned to Sora that his brother was trying to make a special proposal for his girlfriend. Personally, Sora thought it was sweet that he wanted to do something so special for his girlfriend. And if she hadn't been so preoccupied with the Yamato situation she probably would have loved to help plan the event. But for now she couldn't find the energy. Too much of her brain was focused on making sure she didn't let Yamato escape without talking to her.

"So Kari," She tried to put a little effort forth and entertain the bubbly girl, "How would you like a tour of the set?"

"Seriously?" The girl's smile grew over her pale cheeks and forced a contagious grin to spread throughout the trailer. "That would be amazing. Can we actually do that?"

"Sure. I bet I can even get one of the techs to give us a more informational tour."

Ten minutes later, a short boy with large wire rimmed glasses was ushering the group around the location. In true tour guide fashion, he offered them random facts about set pieces and stunts. At least, the eldest blonde thought the guy mentioned sets. Most of his attention was spent walking next to Sora and thinking about what he wanted to say. An apology wouldn't do him any good if he didn't think of a good way to word the speech.

"You know," Sora stepped closer to Yama as the rest of the group stepped up to the catering tent for free food. "I am not mad at you."

"How did you?" The boy looked at her in disbelief and wondered for a moment if she had acquired some type of mind reading ability.

"It isn't that hard." She giggled and placed a hand on his forearm, noting it was still muscular yet slightly thinner. "You have barely been able to look at me since you got here. I knew you were going to be a little out of sorts, but I didn't know you were going to be afraid of me."

"No one, fears a friend they have known for as long a time as I have known you. Well, at least not a deathly fear."

"Wanna know a secret?" She leaned closer to him and caught a whiff of his old cologne she loved so much. "I was scared you were mad at me."

"You?" Yamato laid his hand upon hers and squeezed it gently. "I would never be mad at you Sora."

"Excuse me," Maro butted into he conversation and greeted Yamato with a smile and two cups of flavored lemonade. "I believe you two are strawberry fans."

"Maro," A smile came over Yamato and he suddenly began to realize how much he had missed Sora and the rest of his old life. "I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Had to take some time off to take care of my mother, but other than that everything is great."

As the giant man handed the couple a pair of lemonades, Yama caught sight of the boy's scar. The jagged line on his right hand palm stretched from his wrist to the start of his index finger. Each time the Blonde had asked how the boy had received such a scar the man had told him a different tale. Of course, each tale had been more fanciful than the last, so Yamato had long since given up finding the answer to his question. The silliness of the scar situation was a perfect description of Maro's character. He always had a way of exuding a strangely cool and mysterious vibe. Sure he was friendly, but his years in security work had afforded him a multitude of stories.

"What happened to your face?" Maro tilted his head like a dog listening to a high-pitched noise.

"He played soccer with his face." Sora laughed and ruffled the musician's hair.

XXX

The movie set was definitely an epic experience, but it wasn't the highlight of Taichi's life. He was pretty sure it was one of the super high points of his baby sister's life though. The girl was completely thrilled, and it showed with each smile she threw his way. It was hard to believe that the woman in front of him was the same sickly girl he had played with in their childhood.

Unlike his sister, Yamato seemed nervous about their adventure to the set. Tai had watched him like a hawk as they lazed in the trailer and explored the set with their over talkative tour guide. What he couldn't understand, was why Yama wanted to spend so much time with the girl he had been so nervous to meet. He hadn't been able to sleep thinking about their trip, but there he was linking arms with her…

"You want anything?" Tk called to Tai as they sat at the little fold up tables and chairs near the catering tent.

"Huh?" Tai shook his head and offered Takeru a quick look, before turning back to Yama. "No thanks."

The confusion of the situation grew as Tai watched the girl giggle and ruffle Yamato's hair. Why didn't the boy seem upset that his hair was out of place? He had made such a metro fuss when Tai had snuck up behind him and messed up the perfectly styled locks a few weeks ago. But this time he just smiled at Sora and made her laugh with whatever he said.

For some reason, that he probably knew but didn't want to admit to, a small seed of jealousy began to take hold of his internal self. There was something about seeing the boy he found so fascinating relax and give his playful antics away to a different person that bothered him deeply. How could he be so comfortable with the girl that stressed him out, while he remained reserved with the boy who did nothing but offer him fun and adventure? And how could he stand there and wrap an arm around her shoulders?

Taichi had long since come to terms with his sexuality. He had known since childhood that he found boys much more attractive than girls, but it hadn't been till his teenage years that he had actually admitted it to anyone. That night Kari had found him sitting in his room, with a piece of paper documenting his plan to leave their home had been a painfully long time. With her support he had been able to find the courage to tell their parents and even some of his close friends. He could never repay his sister for her support, but he hoped that one day he could be there for her in her time of need. Taichi had indeed come to terms with his feelings about men, but he had never been able to come to terms with the fact the subjects of his feelings were often straight men.

"Playing bodyguard?" Kari laid a hand on her brother's shoulder and brought the boy's attention back to the catering tent.

Tai looked around and noted that Tk had wandered off, leaving his sister as the only other occupant. Where had the guy gone? And how long had Kari watched him observe Yamato? A tiny amount of embarrassment entered his system and caused him to nervously shift his seated position. Being caught in conspicuous situations always bothered the boy.

"Where is Tk?" He tried to push the subject away, but Kari seemed undaunted.

"He needed to go to the little boy's room." She broke their gaze and turned to Yama for a moment, than turned back to her brother. "You know, I won't push you for information. But I do want you to know that I am here for you Tai. If you want to tell me something or just talk, my door is always open."

Slowly, Taichi mulled over his baby sister's offer. Maybe it would be in his benefit to tell her what he had been thinking. Of course it would be easier to tell anyone his feelings and thoughts if he could figure them out in his own head first. "Do you think they are a… No, never mind. Forget that I asked."

"A couple?" Hikari ventured kindly and placed a hand on his arm.

"Yeah…"

"Well," Kari tried to think of a way to answer the boys question that would be truthful, yet considerate of Tai's possible feelings, "The tabloids have talked about their being a chance they are, but those are the same magazines who claimed Sora had an alien baby she hid away in Moscow. Are you curious for any particular reason?"

"I don't know," The boy ruffled his spikey hair and tried to focus on his shoes. "I guess… I might… I like him all right?"

"Aw, Tai. You would be so cute together. Oh, sorry…" She stopped her sisterly gushing when her brother greeted her with a less than enthused face. "So are you going to tell him? Have you already told him?"

"What happened to I won't pump you for information?"

"Come on nii-chan," She clasped her hands together and gave him a puppy eyed look, "I am just happy that you found someone who interests you."

"Yeah, but I don't interest him."

"Yes you do. You guys are always hanging out and spending time together."

"Like you and Mimi? As friends."

That one stumped Kari. She took a moment to try and re-gather her thoughts so she could defend her original position. There had to be a way Tai and Yama were different then Mimi and herself. Then again, the boys hadn't done anything that would signify a relationship more than friends. Or had they? "So you two never did anything that would pass the friends line?"

"No… Well there was-"

"What? There was what?"

"Calm down Kari." Tai laughed softly and gave his sister a smile, which lifted both their spirits a little. "It wasn't anything big. There was an accidental kiss."

"A kiss?" She repeated and made her brother instantly regret letting her in on the secret.

"Hey guys," Yamato butted into the conversation as his group approached the siblings, "You want to go see a top secret part of the set?"

"Sure," Kari, unlike her older brother, bounced back into the real world with ease. "But shouldn't we wait for Tk?"

"I already sent the tour guide to fetch him." Yamato took Hikari's hand and tried to lead her away from the tent. "I promise you are going to like this place."

The group wandered to the other side of the set in silence. Each member was busily contemplating their own opinions on their current predicaments. The stresses of their individual challenges melted away as they entered a large building and were greeted by a set decorated to be an elegant mansion foray lit only by a multitude of white candles. In the center of the stage stood Takeru with a colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand. He flashed a tender smile at his girlfriend and motioned for her to step forward.

Hikari stood still, frozen in amazement at the beautiful environment her boyfriend had created. When had he been able to do this? Had he planned this the whole time? Could this be a sign of something more to come? "Takeru, this is so beautiful…"

"Go ahead," Sora gently nudged the girl forward and watched with a happy grin as the couple met in the center of the candles.

Takeru smiled at his lovely girlfriend and offered her the beautiful flowers. "There is something special about those."

"What is it?" Kari asked as she smelled the roses and let their fragrance embrace her.

"I love you Hikari. And I will always love you." He pulled a rose from the middle of the flowers up so it was sticking out. "I want you to know right now, in front of our friends and family that I will love you until the last rose in that bouquet dies."

She gently ran her finger over the exposed rose and was surprised to find it was made of cloth. "Till the last one fades?" She smiled catching on to his joke, and offered the boy a kiss.

"And with that promise of an undying love," Takeru bent down onto one knee and let himself fall happily into the romantic cheesiness of the moment, "I would like to ask you, Hikari Yagami, Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

As Tk's words worked their way into her heart and mind, Hikari felt tears well up in the corners of her eyes. In all honesty, she had somewhat assumed that they would get married someday, but she never would have imagined it would have come in this format. The beautiful setting, the introduction to her favorite celebrity, the whole thing was like some gorgeous fairytale. "Yes." She hugged Takeru as he rose from the ground and placed the ring on her finger. "Yes, I will marry you Takeru."

The three observers on the sidelines watched with happiness as the young couple agreed to the marriage. Sora cheered for them and clapped her hands happily, while the boys offered the couple smiles and silent wishes of good luck. Sure, it wasn't really a surprise to anyone but Kari, but the whole scene still felt pretty magical.

"Takato will be thrilled." Yama stepped forward and smiled as Kari offered him a friendly hug. "He always wanted to know when his daddy would get married to a certain lady."

Sora watched her old friend with tender eyes. This was the Yamato she remembered so fondly. The boy was smiling and offering words of happiness to those he cared about. The real Yamato was back. He had to be back. Because Sora knew all to well, that her feelings for the Blonde musician had never faded. She only prayed that he felt the same connection to her that she felt to him. They were meant to be… Weren't they?

Hi guys! I just wanted to take a moment to mention that nii-chan means big brother for those of you who didn't know the term. Also, I am curious to see if any of you know what is special about Yama's fake name. Any guesses? :)