Hey guys, it's Leon, and I got the idea to write this chapter earlier today when I heard that Anderson Cooper finally came out of the closet. Just by that statement alone you should be able to figure out what exactly this chapter is about, and well, I hope I did good. I myself am not gay, and I don't want to offend any gay people that think that I'm tackling subjects/issues or anything like that in the wrong way. So far, I've tried to be as realistic about relationships as possible.

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon.

"I'm gonna tell him."

It was a phrase that he had spent years looking forward to, a phrase that he wasn't sure if he would ever really hear, and yet, to Yamato there was a sort of bittersweet feeling to it; a sort of dread in the air. They were sitting in an Osaka bar that they had stumbled upon, just a place that he and Taichi had found in the middle of the night after their family, Sora and Jun being counted within those ranks as well, had fallen sleep.

"Susumu?"

They were drinking Chinese beer out of bottles, golden colored with a bitter aftertaste of noble hops, and Yamato just kept staring downward at the bottle in his hand, ignoring the ones that they had already drank that night, not having anywhere else that he could turn his head. He already knew that Taichi was talking about Susumu, there was nobody else that it could be, and he raised his Chinese alcohol to his lips as he considered the possible outcomes of what Taichi was proposing to do.

"Yeah, before he and my mom leave tomorrow."

Beer, really alcohol in general, was never something that Yamato had ever sought out for himself; this he acknowledged as he took his sip and set his bottle back down on the table that he and Taichi were sitting at. He had no problem drinking it, always doing so when Taichi handed him a beer or Jun served him some vodka, but he had always preferred cigarettes to the other vices of the world. It was a silly thought that he sometimes had, a thought shared by most of his generation, but there was something romantic about smoking tobacco.

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do."

"Don't be stupid."

Taichi could be such an idiot sometimes, even when he was trying to do the right thing. Yamato knew that the young man's heart was in the right place, but he had chosen very bad timing to come out of the closet, if that was really what he wanted to do.

"Don't call me stupid, jackass."

"I'll call you stupid when you're being stupid. This was a good visit, and it's better if you don't make it awkward when it doesn't have to be."

He wasn't sure if he was being a bit too harsh or not, though Yamato thought that that was most likely the case since he was never really one that cared all that much for social etiquette, and he looked up from his bottle to Taichi to see how he was taking it. What he saw was maybe a bit of confusion, with a dash of anger and hurt. Just a dash.

"Isn't this what you wanted? For me to tell him."

"On your terms, not mine."

Coming out wasn't some unimportant event like going out for some coffee or making a stop by a book store, but a time where someone was supposed to finally be comfortable in embracing what and who they were. It was something that Yamato wanted for Taichi, something he actually hoped for in those rare times that he would let himself become sentimental, though he knew that his friend and lover wasn't ready for it. He stared Taichi straight in the face, wishing that the brunette wasn't such a dumbass, and at first he wasn't sure how to react to Taichi's convicted defiance.

"I'm going to tell him."

Yamato was quiet at first, and remained so while he thought some things over. Could Taichi really be this serious and committed? Taichi had always been ashamed of his attraction to other men, it was something that Yamato knew that he still resented himself over, and this was what made the latter so pensive about the issue at hand. He didn't want Taichi to do anything that would grow to regret.

"Don't be an idiot. You're always making split second decisions, and it always blows up in your face. Except this time the decision that you're making is life changing, and not just ordering something off a menu that you've never had before."

"I'm a man. I live my life the way that I want to."

A man chooses how to live, this was a truth that Yamato would never dispute, but a man also has to know when said living would come into conflict with other people.

"And what about your parents or Hikari? Tell Susumu later when you've had time to think everything over, not at the end of a family trip. Don't be such an inconsiderate moron."

"Inconsiderate? You're the one who's rude to everyone you meet. I'm doing this all for your benefit, asshole. At least I'm trying here."

"Just because I don't pretend to be buddy buddy with strangers doesn't mean that I'm rude, and I try every fucking day with you, okay? Convincing Susumu about you and Sora, getting this apartment, everything I've done in the past just so daddy doesn't know you're gay. I'm the one whose always tried, and you're just barely now giving a shit."

"Trouble in paradise?"

In the midst of the argument and awkwardness, neither had noticed that a trio of three men, maybe a few years older then them, had walked up to their table. Yamato turned his attention on them, as did Taichi, surprised that someone had actually confronted them with a cliché that old. He narrowed his eyes at them, particularly at the largest one who spoke, and he was no mood to deal with random fuckwads who had been eavesdropping on his rather personal conversation with Taichi.

"Excuse me?"

The large man was grinning wildly, obviously having a belly full of booze, and Yamato just kept on glaring at him. His neighbor Maeda had died at the hands of bigots, and it wasn't something that he was going to let happen to himself. He waited for a response to his question though, and knew that he was going to have trouble when he heard the large man's response.

"You know, it's not every day we see fruity boys like you in this bar. How bout we find a nice dark corner, and you can show me how much of a girl you really are?"

Taichi's reaction was to immediately and without hesitation, stand up.

"Fuck you."

"Hey, it seems like this one has a bit of fight in him, eh?" the large drunk man simply laughed at Taichi's cursing at him, as he joked with his friends,"At least we know who the man in the relationship is."

"We're both men."

When Yamato had spoken, both Taichi and the large man had looked over at him. He was still sitting down and even though it was dark in the Osaka bar that they were in, he could still see what both Taichi and the large man were thinking. Taichi couldn't believe that he was letting some asshole disrespect them like that, and the large man was simply amused at the way that the little gay boy thought that he was somehow more than a woman.

Yamato took a swig of his golden colored beer, a swig that tasted more delicious than any cigarette could have at that moment, and looked up at the bigot large man to give him a wink and a smile. For a second he gripped on tight to his Chinese beer, and a few moments later he threw the bottle as hard as he could. The air became filled with shattered glass, alcohol, and the blood of a passed out fucking asshole.

That last part felt very rewarding. In any case, I hope you guys liked the chapter. Let me know what you think.