*Sorry, I don't know what happened with the update. i checked on it this morning and there was nothing, so I decided to just reupload it again. Sorry for any inconveniece.

Hey guys, it's Leon. It's been a while since I last mentioned Hiroaki hasn't it? I feel bad since I love the character, he's awesome in my opinion, but for the purposes of this story I made him different than his show counterpart. Still love the guy though.

On a different note, since I've last updated there have been two famous people who have come out of the closet. First is big time journalist/TV personality, Anderson Cooper. Second is a rapper named Frank Ocean. Kudos to both these guys, but especially Ocean since he is part of a subculture that has historically had a lot of animosity with homosexuality and related issues. That's what I call bravery.

Disclaimer: Do not own Digimon.

"You two are idiots! Dumbasses! Idiots! Idiots! Jackass idiots!"

It was cold out in Japan that night, out in that part of Osaka that Yamato admittedly knew very little about, and he was sitting down on the ground next to Taichi on the outside of Jou's apartment, leaning on a wall as Jun angrily paced in front of them. She wasn't usually the type to get very angry at anything, but he had learned from experience that a pissed off Jun was a dangerous Jun. He kept quiet, and only wished that Taichi had the sense to follow his lead.

"Hey Yamato, I think Jun's mad at us."

Yamato said nothing in response, he was smarter than that, and simply watched as Jun stopped her pacing to give Taichi a death glare.

"Don't get smart with me, or I'll cut off your balls."

"Uhm-"

Jun cut him off when he spoke, but to be honest that was probably for the better. Taichi liked his balls being exactly where they were, and he didn't really have any way to respond to her threat. Besides, he knew that Jun wasn't above actually hurting people when she was mad as hell.

"What the fuck were you guys thinking?"

Yamato looked up at her, remaining silent all the while, and thought that maybe they shouldn't have told her about the night that they had. True, the bruises on his face would have been an easy indication that something had gone down earlier, but he could have easily chalked that up to something else. He didn't like lying to Jun, Yamato honestly not remembering the last time he had done so, but he preferred doing that over seeing her being pissed off at the two of them. Yamato watched her angry face, feeling a bit guilty at having been the cause of that anger, and he just listened as Taichi timidly responded their lifelong comrade in arms, their shared manic pixie dream girl.

"We weren't thinking?"

"That's right, you weren't thinking. I expect this stupidity out of Takeru and my dumbass little brother, but not you two. Who the hell do you guys think you are? This isn't some kind of video game, or computer game, or whatever the fuck game, where life doesn't have any consequences. When are you guys going to grow the fuck up? You can't just fight random people in the street."

This was so much more different than the happy-go-lucky Jun that he knew, and he hated seeing her be this way. Jun was a blissful soul that had always been stranger than most, this being one of the reasons that they had clicked so fast in Odaiba that whole lifetime ago, and there was nothing that Yamato wanted more at that moment than to keep that soul just as blissful, and just as strange.

"We weren't fighting in the street. We were in a bar."

That particular fact wasn't that much consolation, but Yamato figured that bar fighting sounded at least a little better than street fighting. It might have too, until Taichi decided to add a comment of his own.

"And it was less of a fight, and more us beating the shit out of them."

Taichi held up out a fist to him, Yamato assuming that this meant he wanted a fist bump, and he reluctantly didn't leave the former hanging. He kept his head down since he didn't want to see Jun's face, especially her reaction to the ridiculous guy ritual he had just given into.

"You had no idea who those people were. They could have had knives or guns or something."

"They didn't."

"Those shitheads were already messing with you two, what if they wanted to do more than just say their stupid homophobic crap? What if they wanted to actually hurt you guys?"

He looked back up at her, and saw a sort of anxiousness in Jun's pained face. She was pissed, Yamato had no doubt of that, but she was also scared. He already felt like a dick, but this made it all the more worse. He stood up, and hoped that him taking charge would maybe ease the thousands of thoughts that he assumed were rushing through Jun's mind. She had already seen how bad it could be whenever he got badly hurt; Hiroaki had made sure of that.

"It was us that ended up hurting them."

Jun cupped Yamato's face, and gave him the death glare that she had already shot Taichi's way.

"Then what's this?"

He didn't have to ask to know that she was referring to his banged up face. Oddly enough, though not that oddly once he thought about it, he thought of his father. The man had been dead for a very a long time already, and Yamato hoped that wherever he was, that Hiroaki was doing okay. He wasn't sure if he believed in a Heaven or a Hell, in a God or a Buddha, but some people deserved an afterlife; especially the ones who never really got a chance to live.

Truthfully, his asshole father wasn't one of the ones that Yamato thought actually deserved a better life after death, but there were a handful of people that he thought about. The dead Maeda, his stereotypically flashy gay neighbor that he had barely known was the first to come to mind. He also thought of the dead son that he shared with Jun, but it was with that that he realized that he had let his mind wander and take him to dark places again. He watched as she stared at him with apprehensive eyes, and he smiled at her so that she wouldn't be as scared as she was.

"It's nothing to worry about. This wouldn't be the first bruised face I've had."

"You're so stupid."

"Yeah, I know."

Yamato grabbed Jun's arm, and pushed it away from his face. She was about to protest, but stopped when he pulled her into a hug. It was nice to hold Jun again, an odd thing to do in these days where the person who he mostly held was Taichi, and he honestly felt that it had been too long since he had done so. He knew that it was probably awkward for Taichi who was watching, but he didn't really care once he heard Jun whisper something in his ear.

"Don't scare me like that again, Yamato."

He knew that it went without saying that he would end up letting her down again, but it was something that Yamato didn't want to think about. Instead he just held her, and hoped that she knew that even though he hurt her, that he still cared about her. Oddly, he thought of his father again.

Been listening to a lot of David Bowie lately. He's fucking awesome.

Oh, and this chapter has made me wonder something. Maybe I should show some chapters of these characters when they were younger? I want to, but have no idea how that would work. Anyways, let me know what you guys think. Godspeed.