Disclaimers: I own nothing apart from my spelling mistakes. If you really feel like suing me, all you'll get out of it is a fat cat and a five-year-old brother who's been singing 'Who Let the Dogs Out' –which I do not own either- for the last half hour. You still interested in suing? Please do... ;
Title: St-Matthews High
Author: Black Mirror
Date: 18th of April 2005
Pairings: Taito! This means there will be shounen ai... maybe even YAOI! Be afraid... be very afraid.
Summary: Yamato's POV; after living through the harsh break up of his parents, Yamato finds himself enlisted in a new school in the very middle of school year. There, he meets Tai, a jolly, happy-going, bushy-haired boy of his year and slowly gets to know him. But is there really more to it? More than meets the eye?
Type: Drama and Romance, a little angst too.
Rating: PG-13 (for language use)
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Taito/Yamachi, AU (2nde season doesn't exist neither does the digital world), mention of suicide attempt(s), dark, black, angst, violence (you'll see, it'll come at one given point), Shounen ai perhaps even Yaoi.
St-Matthews High
Chapter X
We headed for the bus stop and Tai directed me to another bus that would stop closer to Joey's place. If it made me walk less, I was all for it. I don't consider not wanting to walk as being a form of laziness, simply knowing how to maintain the most energy possible without wasting it uselessly.
As we jumped off the barely stopping bus, almost missing our stop, I headed towards the school, St-Matthews that is, with Tai following closely behind. The guy from the band had told me that Joey's wasn't too far off from there.
Taichi bounced up to my side and called out:
"Who are we meeting again?"
He'd been asking me the same question for the entire, though short, bus trip. I was starting to wonder if he was doing it out of stupidity, Alzheimer or boredom.
Gritting my teeth, I replied:
"A certain band."
Scratching his left arm, he pursed his lips as though deep in thought.
"Have you ever seen them?"
Wasn't this becoming redundant?
"No," I replied shortly.
"Well then, how are going to recognize them?"
This short hospitalization hadn't done much good to his brain. The poisonous food from the cafeteria must have burned the last remaining brain cells, though I'm not saying that they were initially in working order, simply that they remained.
Smiling evilly, with a tinge of irritation, I answered, though I can't seem to figure out why I still bothered to answer at this point:
"They'll have their instruments with them."
He nodded, seemingly comprehending. The previous and, might I add, identical conversations had mostly ended here. He couldn't find anything to respond to this.
Then, as though a thought crossed his mind, he turned to me again and said, his voice deep and absorbed:
"But what if they stocked them in the kitchen?"
What kind of stupid question was that? I was starting to wonder if the water we'd bought before leaving the hospital was more Vodka than actual water. The next thing he'd be saying is 'do you want to share my rainbow fairy duties?' Though I do tend to love making fun of drunks, a hyperactive drunk glued to my hip isn't the type of person I feel like carrying around for now. Anyways, I'm pretty sure Tai outweighs me, though I'm slightly taller than he is.
Deciding to take the conversation down to his level, I simply replied:
"Have you ever heard of guitar stew or drumstick pizza?"
He looked at me strangely, as if my question was dumber than any of his.
"Not really-"
"Then why would the instruments be in the kitchen?"
He laughed at that, his smile brighter than daylight, and looked at me through half-closed eyes. God! I could kiss him… I mean, I could kill him. Yeah! Sorry there. Stupid typos-
"Alright, I give. My questions are getting pointless."
Right, now just pretend you were asking stupid questions just to avoid silence. I know better!
I turned my head, staring straight in front of me, my feet hitting the asphalt one after the other. If I looked at him too much, he'd suspect something. Normal guys don't make eye contact. They stick to small talk. 'Hey, Dude! I can burp the lucky charms song! See, Heart, Stars and Horseshoes, Clovers and Blue Moons, Pots of Gold and Rainbows, and a Red Balloon.' Right… Where the hell did I learn that?
I could see the school not to far off and wondered if we were getting closer.
"Hey Matt!" Tai hollered from behind me.
I turned around, an uneventful 180, only to see him standing under a interesting construction of neon lights that spelled Joey's Pizza. Though they weren't lit up because it wasn't dark yet, you could tell that, by night, it had to pretty colourful. Rainbow galore would be more appropriate a term if I were to justly qualify it. Trust me to walk right by it.
Acting like nothing happened, hiding as well as I could the slight embarrassment that tinged my cheeks, I joined him at the door. You could easily see through most parts of the glass-door, exception made of the area around the vertical handle that was stained with greasy fingerprints and trails.
Not wanting to look like a total newbie, I decided to open the door before Tai reached it. I forcefully grabbed the handle and pulled. Yet, intriguingly, the door, which at first had seemed rather heavy with its double glass, felt as light as a feather. I didn't have much time to ponder because, before I could edge to the side and enter, letting the door swing safely beside me, it hit me flat in the face. Knocked back, I bumped into Tai who, not attentive, also backed up and fell flat on his ass when tripping over an abandoned trashcan. Not paying any attention to my fallen comrade, I stared straight in front of me, into the eyes of the person who'd decided to exit the pizza place at the exact moment I had chosen to enter. Seeing red, I glared at him. Strangely enough, I wasn't the one that jumped on the first occasion that presented itself to throw an insult.
"Watch were you're going, you clumsy prick!" the person facing me uttered in a very mocking tone. You know; the kind of tone that screams 'I'm the king of the world, now just try and stop me'. He then proceeded in making the worst mistake of his life by shoving me harshly to the side as he went on walking.
Flying into a rage, I grabbed his arm vigorously and forced him around again. I could hear Tai get up behind me, probably nurturing his sore behind.
"You aren't exactly mister innocent here, Stevie Wonder!" I roared back at him, pushing him to the ground. Raising my fist, I sent it plunging down. Adding my body weight to my already energetic punch, it connected with the side of his face forcefully. My other hand made a grab for his shirt collar as I raised my hand, fisting it anew. I could hear Tai mumbling something behind me, but I couldn't control myself at this point nor could I hear him. This guy was going down. That's how I'd learned to deal with things at the institution. It was your skin or theirs; there was no in between or talking. Just balls and clashes.
Just as I readied myself for a retaliation on his part, three other guys exited Joey's, two of these launching themselves in our direction and immobilizing us. I didn't resist all that much. Hey! A guy knows when to give up and four against one is as good a time as any to stand down. Something told me that Tai wouldn't help me out and I couldn't fight them off alone. Not that I was scared or anything, but I do prefer myself when I remain remotely recognisable. I wouldn't like to be attributed the expression black and blue, knowing it's a Backstreet Bozos album.
"Wo there! You're a feisty one, dude!" the one that held me remarked, laughing as he did so. I must have looked like I was ready to destroy the world, Terminator style. Then, something struck me. The way he talked; his voice, his choice of words… He was the person from the band; the one I'd talked to on the phone. Looking around, I found that the guy who hadn't participated in our little brawl was busy holding two guitar cases, a banged up keyboard case and drumsticks. Damn! That's just my luck-
I shook him off, regaining my balance all at once, but he just continued to laugh. Once my weight was off my opponent and he was free to move, he lifted himself off the ground also. I shoved both of my hands into my pockets and mumbled something that could have seemed like a forced apology, even though that prick completely ignored me. However, up to this day, I'm not sure if I said 'sorry' or 'fuck you'.
Behind me, Tai spoke up:
"Are you guys the music band that played at Joey's today?" I suppose he must have noticed the instruments too.
To one holding the drumsticks nodded once, informatively. Well, that just cleared up the last of my doubts as well as my chance to be part of a band. Fuck-
"Hey! Aren't you the guy that plays for the soccer team?" the latter asked, pointing to Tai with his chin.
Looking to the side, as if wondering if he was addressing any one else, Tai looked back at his interlocutor and nodded once, a smile spreading across his face. You could tell he liked the attention. Actually, I do believe he flourished every time someone noticed him.
That idiot I'd pummelled to the ground crossed his arms over his chest and snorted in a very princely manner.
"Aren't you suppose to be dead, you jock?"
I was too self-absorbed to take Tai's defence but I know now I should have. His smile faltered for only a second. A single second in time. Though I can't seem to forget it. He soon replaced the lively smile by a mocking grin to mirror the offender's.
"Rumours do tend to be deformed when you don't have any friends to hear them from and you are forced to listen from afar, don't they, Yukio?"
They glared daggers at each other. There was something between them. I didn't know exactly what, but there was some kind of history between them for sure.
The guy that had been behind me walked forward and regained his place at his band mates side. I finally got a good look at the lot of them.
The one that had been holding me down strangely resembled Tai. He had the same kind of light brown hair though they were a tad more tamed and shorter. He wore a black sweatshirt with a huge yellow radioactive sign on the back. The inside of his hood was also yellow and it clashed with the black in an almost electrical way. His loose-fitted, worn-out jeans, gave his lower half a very vintage appearance compared to the rest of him. He smiled at me goofily, chewing his gum as would a cow, without a care in the world. He crossed his arms over his chest before reclaiming both guitar cases.
The second guy, the one beside the first had shoulder-length, sleeked back, dark brown hair. A lot darker than Tai's, a kind of black chocolate colour. He was still holding on to that jerk who'd previously provoked me; probably scared he'd charge as soon as my guard would be down. He wore an opera-white blouse with light-coloured jeans; they clung loosely to his body, concealing just enough. This guy had taste, but he had to do something with that hairdo of his. In his right hand, he held three identical drumsticks. He'd probably broken one while playing a little earlier. Drummers have a tendency to break them when wanting to show off.
The last one looked a little too intellectual for my taste. He wore sporty, not tinted glasses, which I later learned where not solely used for style. The deep black of his hair was so intense it brought out and even accentuated the lines of his narrow face. It kind of looked like he'd been run over by a ten-wheeler and then inflated but the flatness never completely disappeared. He wore a sand-yellow shirt with cargo army-green pants. The pockets seemed to be stuffed with something, possibly Kleenex. He was small, perhaps the smallest of us all. Let's just say I wouldn't challenge him in any kind of sport, even though I'm not frantic about them either. On his lips, he wore a cornered smile, Armani-sexy-style. Though he wasn't gifted in the looks department, he seemed like quite a character.
The last one, -Yukio was it?- the one I'd still wanted to pound into the ground, had dirty-blond hair and a very hard face. He was much taller than I, maybe 6 foot 1 or something. Yet, his form was lean and… maybe a little too lean. Perhaps even a little skeletal. Depending on the source of light, his face sometimes seemed sunken. His irises where so pale they didn't seem any different from the whites of his eyes. Husky eyes if you ask me. And they were scary, constantly menacing and on guard, piercing right through you. Or was it just because he was infuriated at the moment. I looked him over again and noticed his pants where a good three inches too short for him and laughed inwardly. Cute, very 'I'm a growing teenager' like. Actually, it would have been cute had he been ten or twelve, but at eighteen –that is if he's my age- it's starting to be a little ridiculous. Late growth?
The first guy, the one with the guitars, dropped both his instruments with precaution on the ground and extended his hand. I looked at it, untrusting, but Tai grabbed my elbow and pushed my arm forward, always smiling, and the other seized my hand with his.
"You must be Yamato," he said, confidant.
I looked at him weirdly, surprised. How could he know who I was?
"How-"
I couldn't continue; he cut through my question dramatically. As if he'd been expecting it.
"You're the only new face around here, man!" he smiled. I could see Tai nod beside me. "I'm Takashi and I, well, I'm the guitarist. I'm to one you talked to on the phone. You know, when you called and-"
I nodded, hoping he'd get the point and continue before I strangled him. God! I'm not that stupid. I am well able to figure things out on my own. Sigh…
"And this" he grabbed the one with the glasses, "this is Yutaka." He leaned over and whispered:
"He's the keyboardist, but don't tell him that because he thinks he'll be lead vocals soon."
"Hey!-"
I could only watch as Yutaka reached to pull Takashi's hair and then punch him in the arm. Though that didn't stop him any:
"Trust me; you don't want to hear him sing. Even Mary had a little lamb can prove to be a horrendous torture when his voice is involved. By now, the even the lamp's as deaf as a telephone pole."
Yutaka attacked anew, this time bringing the other down, discarding his keyboard for a minute.
Another guy advanced, this one not presenting his hand. I like it better that way. I don't want your germs over me and you don't want mine. Get away from me you sweaty palms!
"Akira" he said plainly as I admired the way he was dressed again. Too bad the haircut's ugly 'cause I could sure go for him. No guy in his right mind dresses as well as this and is not gay. Unless his mother still dresses him. When have you last seen a guy that dresses well and is not gay? I have Tai as a living proof! Alright, so that Yukio madman is worst, but at least it's original. It's common knowledge; Gays are the cutest and queer is chic!
As I marvelled at his color coordination for a second time, Akira pointed at the last of the unnamed band members and said:
"That's Yukio."
That's funny. Yukio usually means 'gets what he wants'. I suppose that Akira is on drums, after all he's the one holding the drumsticks, pointing with them actually, and that would make this Yukio person the lead singer. I can't picture any sound coming out of him. Unless, of course, the other members are still inside. Somehow, I can't imagine that because, with the commotion we caused earlier, I do believe they would have come to the rescue long ago. Four is a common number in bands.
"I'm leaving" Yukio announced with great pride, probably hoping people would actually care. His self-importance was nauseating. Even I didn't like myself as much as he did. "If you guys want to hang out with trash, that's your problem. I, on the other hand, would prefer living in my own shit than hang out with the likes of them."
"Yeah! He probably thinks his shit is a holy icon or something" I heard Tai murmur. God! That line was fit for me. Well, I was glad to see that we were thinking eye to eye. I'm now willing to forget our previously irritating conversation.
As Mister Bighead went on and left, annoyed by the fact that no one paid any attention to him, he kicked the fallen trashcan. The lid rolled a little further but he soon caught up with it and turned to face us again. I knew he wouldn't leave without the grand finale. Never underestimate a guy who's full of himself!
"And just remember, without me and without my voice this band does not exist!"
He turned around and started walking again. As he did, we watched him trip over the trashcan lid and curse as he flew forward in a million different compromising poses. I would have gladly seen him collide with the ground but he regained his balance just in time.
At first, I simply grinned, knowing that, though I couldn't see his face, it was probably turning cherry-red right about now. I watched him gather himself up and walk away, a little faster than he'd formerly intended to, I guess.
I heard somebody laugh behind me. I turned and saw Tai practically rolling on the ground with laughter and, as much as I wanted to remain composed and keep my antisocial mask on for the band members to see, his laughter was contagious. Contagious to a point were I soon joined his symphony of giggles, mine a little more silent, discrete if you like, but ecstatic. Note to self; blame it all on Tai later. For now, I'm having too much of a blast!
We laughed so hard we hardly heard the 'I'll get you for this Yagami and that little newbie too!' Yukio threw our way before turning into one of the small perpendicular streets.
Much to my surprise, the three remaining guys started to laugh also as soon as he was out of sight. A little bit on the hypocrite side, but who am I to judge? As long as it doesn't concern me, I don't give a rat's ass.
"How to make a fool of yourself in three lessons" Yutaka, the keyboardist, managed to spurt out between laughs, leaning on –what's his name?- Takashi's shoulder.
"You just spat on me, Dude" the other responded, pushing Yutaka's face away. "Watch where you point that thing!"
Again, we couldn't stop the laughter from erupting. When ever we managed to actually put an end to it, either Tai or Takashi would laugh again and we'd join in, inevitably.
"So this is what it's like" I murmured to myself, louder than I'd initially intend.
"What?" Tai asked, leaning against my side, holding his stomach to stop the cramping.
To have friends. This is what it's like.
We finally decided to go back inside and get ourselves a piece of that famous pizza. We sat in what Takashi liked to call their lounge. It was the only banquet that could fit more than four people at a time with its sort of crescent shape. Being in a corner, it was surrounded by high shelves on which were placed an assortment of Elvis related objects, most of which where gold tinted. Elvis records, a small guitar that strangely resembled a ukulele though I can't even guess what the hell that was doing there, scattered here and there, covered by a thin dust blanket. The rest was mostly pictures and signature copies.
As I sat down, laying my behind on a strangely texture, microphone decorated, banquet seating, I couldn't help but exclaim:
"Fit for a King!"
Tai was the only who heard it, being beside me, sitting eerily close enough to touch my hip with his, but I didn't mind. I saw him smile and that's what mattered. I couldn't imagine Tai being unhappy. I didn't want to.
The pizza soon arrived and we split it up evenly. I couldn't wait to dig my teeth into it. I've never been a pizza amateur but this place has to live up to my expectations. After all, it is renown throughout the few neighbouring towns, no matter how microscopic they might be.
It was all American pizza; Uncle Sam would have been proud. He would probably have recruited Joey as chief cook for the army. Pizza buffet everyday. My kind of life. Actually, as long as I can escape my dad's cooking, any grub is fine by me.
Tai and I split the first piece in half and, as we each reached for our half, had to battle out who would be getting the cheese that didn't seem to want to part. I soon learned that my well-cultured manners weren't going to get me anywhere here; the impressive 'hands were made before forks n' knives sign' told me as much. I abandoned all humanity and went back to the Stone Age, griping at the piece with my bare hands and eating it teenage-mutant-ninja-turtle style. Hey! I was once a kid too!
The taste of the salty cheese struck me first, making a beeline for the sides of my tongue, tingling almost. I could feel the grease coming from the cheese leaking down my hand, reaching my forearm in a very short delay of time. I would lick it off in a few. I couldn't let it go to waste. The second flavour that hit me was the spiciness of the pepperoni in contrast with the sweetness of the small slices of ripe pineapple. The distinction was exquisitely heavenly. I'd never had such flavour packed inside a single pizza before. What kind of a person would put pineapple slices on a pizza. I turned my head towards Tai only to see him scavenging for the infamous pineapple pieces. Right… there's my answer. I couldn't ask for more.
Those heavenly savours rapidly went to waste as soon as I heard the definite crunch of my teeth chewing into a pepper. I hate pepper. Don't ask my why and try to explain that it doesn't taste anything once it's on a pizza, just listen and bear with me. I hate pepper!
"Goddamn pepper-" I mumbled to myself, the mouthful of pizza not making my mumbling any clearer. I placed the slice on my plate and went hunting for more of those repulsive peppers. Tai and I must've looked like a couple of idiots with our hands soaring through our pizzas, but I didn't care. That night, I could have climbed on top of the table and stripped and I still would have laughed my way out of it. I felt alive.
By the time I'd gotten rid of them all -not a single trace left, thank you! And I am talking about the pepper slices- the others were all down with their share. We'd all had one piece; Yutaka had made sure of it. I looked over at Tai who was speaking energetically –wait! Does he ever do anything that doesn't demand any energy at all?- with the three other guys. Well, mostly with Takashi and Yutaka. I figured out later on that Akira wasn't much of a talker. They, Yutaka and Takashi that is, were both trying to tell our notorious, ambulant bush that he had sauce all the way down to his chin and partially some on his neck though I still don't understand how he managed it. As stupid as it seems, Tai was trying to lick it off instead of taking his napkin and clearing up his face as he should.
I watch the blob of sauce on his neck gradually drift lower and lower, practically reaching his shirt. The reddish color clashed against his bronzed skin tone, leaving trails behind as it went. It strangely reminded me of a snail and what was stranger still, perhaps even a bit maniacal, was that I wanted to lick it. I wanted to engulf it whole and savour the feel of it. The only thing I don't know is if I wanted to savour the taste of the sauce or the feel of Tai's neck under my parted lips. Who am I to know what my body wants? I can't even control most of my actions…
"A little lower" Takashi cheered on as Tai desperately forced his tongue to reach the lower part of his chin. Stretching his face like that didn't seem healthy. He couldn't cause any permanent damage, could he?
Unconsciously, I reached for my spotless napkin and turned his face towards me. I'll admit I didn't do it all too gently, but I removed all of the smudges. It was either that or I would have –unconsciously yet again- licked the whole thing off.
Tai eyes were like saucers and I don't think I'd ever seen any orbs so big. That is, until I turned around to face the rest of the gang. Alright, so maybe I over did it a little. If they ask, I'll just say I come from Australia and it's a down under kind of thing. You know, if you appreciated the meal, you must wipe the face of the person at your left, in my case, Tai.
Takashi was the first one to break the silence with a well-placed laugh. I couldn't have hoped for better. Nobody questioned so no answers, false of true, were needed.
After a few more minutes of exchanging childhood embarrassments and life threatening accidents, Akira spoke up:
"It's already fifteen past eight and we have school tomorrow."
"Yeah, only you could be thinking about school at a time like this. Oh! And, Tai, thanks for the day off."
Yutaka reached out his hand, waiting for a high five and Tai answered it without a second thought.
"No problem, man. Anytime!"
As he jammed his hand against Yutaka's, the other pulled his back.
"Nah-ha, that's not how we, cool guys, express our high-fives."
He turned towards Akira and put out his hand.
"Gimme some skin, bro'!"
With that, Akira placed his hand over Yutaka's so that both palms were facing each other. They simply slid one palm on the other and then exchanged sides. First Akira's hand was on top then Yutaka's.
"Got the hang of it?" Takashi dropped in.
"Sure do!"
Takashi leant out his hand and waited for Tai to respond. Well, turns out their common handshake isn't too complicated. I'd hate to have to learn the how to acrobatic movements for hands simply to learn a single and might I add stupid handshake.
"Can Akira drop you off anywhere?"
Tai's eyes flashed.
"You've got a car!"
I watched as Akira nodded, curtly. And I couldn't help but smirk as Tai's entire face became alight. It was like telling a child Christmas was in a few days.
"You are a God!"
Well, I consider that as being an overstatement, but who cares.
We walked out, after having paid out due and separated the cash, and regroup along the sides of a white and electric-blue econoline. Tai was ecstatic and too cute for words; jumping around the vehicle with much anticipation. You would swear he'd never road in a motorised vehicle before, though I knew he had because we'd taken the bus a little earlier.
"This is the symbol of freedom. Having your own wheels."
I looked at him thoughtfully and wondered if I should be sarcastic or not. Hey! It's in my nature to retort to everything with smartass remarks.
"I'd give you the wheels anytime, but I don't know about the car."
I watched Tai roll his eyes as everybody else grinned and laughed. If, for him, liberty is to have his own car, wait until he has his own place. That won't be pretty.
In a few, we were all buckled in. The ride was swift; we weren't really far from my place. A safe walking distance but it's always better to have a ride. I don't know the town very well yet. I wouldn't have asked for the ride –anyhow, I didn't know he had a car- but as long as he's offering, why not take the ride home.
We arrived in front of my apartment building and both Tai and I got out. He said he'd walk home since it wasn't very far and it would be faster by foot than by car because they were fixing the sewers in front of his house and it looked like a minefield. As we turned to leave, Yutaka, who had been sitting in front, brought us to a halt by calling my name. I jogged back towards the vehicle and he shoved his hand in front of me. Getting the cue, I 'gave him some skin'. He looked at me with a smile and exclaimed:
"You're alright, Yamato Ishida. I'll see you at school and then we'll talk about passing the music test."
I grinned and nodded then made a move to turn around again.
"Just so you know," he yelled as the econoline picked up some speed, "you passed the personality test."
I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. There I was, three single days after arriving here with my completely antisocial façade, a model citizen with a model personality. Who'd have thought this little town would be packed with some many surprises? Could have fooled me.
Tai and I walked to the door as I rummaged through my jean jacket's pockets looking for my keys. The clang of the metal against metal gave away their position and a yanked them out.
"We'll see each other tomorrow then?" he asked with something that seemed like wondering in his eyes.
"Without a doubt."
With that, he walked back towards the street and gave me one last look before leaving.
Though my keys were in my hand and Tai wasn't glancing this way anymore, I couldn't bring myself to look away. I watched as he walked down the street, his firm ass showing nicely yet subtly in his jeans as he walked. I would have grand dreams tonight.
-end of chapter 10
Author's note: Well, this took me long enough. Sorry about that. I've been having a little bit of a problem with the band scene thing, though I think anyone's noticed insert sarcasm I've only been delaying this for the last four chapters or so!
Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed and know that you will be seeing much more Yamachi and Taito in the next chapter or the one right after that. I'm planning on adding a few lemons to this story and I wanted to make sure everybody was okay with this. I won't be writing them because I suck at writing lemons but a friend of mine is a goddess of sex scenes and we'll be in charge. Don't worry, the rating will change. I just hope it doesn't bother anybody.
Thanks for reading and for waiting this long!
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Little Wingz : See, I'm making publicity for you. I might as well attach a big neon-flashing sign on your head that'll say 'Good Sex Found Here'. Nah, I'm kidding. Well, hoe you get to work on that scene.
SnakeMistress: I can't say I updated soon, but at least I updated… I'm glad to see you like it, even though Tai can prove to be a little hyperactive at some point. Thanks for the review!
Ephemeris: Maintenant que j'ai réussi à écrire un chapitre de Saint-Matthews High, je vais enfin pouvoir retourner mon attention à cette fameuse scène du bain. J'espère seulement ne pas trop te décourager. JE M'EXCUSE! JE T'AIME HOBBIT!
Minnermon : Yup, you could consider Tai as being a stalker type but he's such a cute stalker that Matt doesn't really care. Tai's my favourite character and always has been. But I can relate to Matt more. Or do I make Matt relate to me! And yes! Those were YAOI hints and here are more. Hope you enjoyed them and please review!
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The Kaizeress: Yup, Yama surely can be clueless but I like him that way. Clumsy and clueless… to some extent of course. I'm sorry for the delay and hope you liked it.
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Yamatoforever: I hope you don't think I'm moving along too fast. I'm trying to portray Matt as best as I can, but stop me if I go too OOC, please. And about the 69th hour and how it fits in the story, you'll just have to wait and see. I love saying that! Thanks for the review. I really like to hear what you think is going to happen. It's fun to see what other people think is going to happen actually. Thanks!
Matt: Yeah, I have that shirt too 'Can't sleep… clowns will eat me'. But I also have Tai's 'naughty and nice' but not on a shirt… actually… no, you don't want to know. Anyway, glad to see you like it and here's more. I'm hoping you liked it as much.
Towenaar: The fucking before the awesome adds a totally different dimension to the latter. I've never noticed it before. Thanks for the compliment and the review.
Bast: I was wondering where you got your penname because it's the name of a character in a comic book called a distant soil and I was wondering if there was a link. With that said, thanks for the review.
Wyntermajik: This review made my day. I know you said you'd review again, but I didn't know if you'd like it or not. The story goes quite a long way when I go back and read chapter 1. I still can't believe some people around the globe are actually waiting for me to upload a chapter. This is a completely awesome feeling and you made me realise it. Thanks for everything, Wynter.
Taichi548: Thanks for the multiple reviews. I hope you were glad to find out I'd finally past my writer's block and went on with my writing. Hope you liked it.
Dark-Dreams 69: Thanks!
Kaiya5: Hope you liked it and thanks for the review.
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