Chapter 4 is finally done! YAY! Warning: I was really into angst tonight
for some reason, so it's kinda dark... but don't worry! Things will lighten
up soon! ^_^;; And yes I know I'm putting Yamato through a lot but...
things will be better! ...Oh, no, wait, that's a lie. Things will be worse
soon actually. So uh, sorry Yama-chan! ^_^;;
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Chapter 4 - Moving Out
"Moving day is a very dangerous day," Taichi stated, as he stared bleakly at the piles of boxes waiting to be taken to their new home. "Seems we have a full evening of manual labor ahead of us."
Yamato slowly walked into the living room of the place he had once called 'home'. "It shouldn't be too bad. I don't own much, really. It's just clothes and music stuff, the boxes should be light."
"Geez, you must own a lot of clothes."
"Eh..." Yamato mumbled and went back to moping. "Look, I told you that you didn't need to come along, so don't complain."
"Hey, hey! No fighting allowed, ok? Anyway, I got an excuse to get off work early!" '...and if I didn't come along, you would've sat here crying for hours, not moving a thing.'
Sighing, the boys rolled up their sleeves and began lifting boxes. Luckily, Sora's apartment was on the first floor so it wasn't a very long walk to the car they had borrowed from Taichi's father. After twenty minutes, they had all the boxes packed into the car.
"How do you know she's packing all of your things, anyway? I mean, what about the mutual possessions? Don't you want the TV or the microwave or anything?" Taichi asked, looking around at all of the things Yamato would be leaving for the girl that had hurt him so badly.
"No, it doesn't matter. Anyway, her job pays more since she works full time. She paid for most of this stuff. All I want are the things I brought when I moved in with her. I don't need anything to remind me..." Yamato trailed off and sighed. "Could you wait outside? I need a minute alone."
"Sure, ok. I'll be in the car." Taichi reluctantly left the apartment, closing the door behind him.
Walking through his former home, he now let his memories come flooding back. There in the corner was the place Sora had burned the carpet trying to light candles for a 'romantic evening' together. There was the couch where they had held each other, albeit awkwardly, on those long nights together. There, in the kitchen, where he had tried to teach her to cook pancakes, and she had failed miserably.
Slowly, Yamato opened the door to the bedroom, and stepped inside. The lights were off, and the heavy curtains they had got so that Sora could sleep in without the sun bothering her, were blocking out all light. The bed was perfectly made, and the clothes hamper was only half full, as now it held only one person's clothing. Yamato thought of the endless fights that had taken place in this room. The endless bickering, and how he had felt like he could never make her happy. Then there was one memory that he could never let go of, one that he wished he could forget forever; the last time they had made love.
"Fucked, is more like it. The last time she fucked me." He shuddered. "I just wanted to be left alone, but no, she wanted sex right then and there. She whined and begged, saying how sexy I was." Yamato's hands were balling up into fists now, and he started yelling to no one in particular. "Well I never wanted her! Not once! All those times, I was just there physically! I just did it to make her happy, and look what she does to me!" He kicked over the lamp, and watched it fall to the floor, its light bulb shattering. "All she says is 'But we're not happy together!" he whined, in a high pitched impression of Sora's voice. "You'll be happier without me! You never want to make love! You never want to go out! All you do is work and go to school! I need some attention too!'"
Calmly, Yamato picked the lamp up, and put it back in its place. "You're wrong, Sora. You're wrong about everything." Sighing, he turned and exited the room. "Guess I'm on my own from now on."
Taichi ran back outside as Yamato exited the bedroom. He had come back in for a drink of water, and had heard every word his angry friend had said. Now, more than ever, he wanted to tell Yamato, but he knew he couldn't. He controlled himself, as always, and waited in the car, by himself.
***
"Damn, I'm covered in sweat," Yamato grumbled. "I hate manual labor."
"Oh please, you hardly moved anything!" Taichi said, bringing the last box into the living room. "I moved all the big, heavy stuff! And by the way, your clothing collection scares me even more because it is NOT light! Either you have VERY heavy shirts, or you wear a lot of stuff made of leather."
Yamato rolled his eyes. "You're being overdramatic."
"Yes, well, I have to make you appreciate all my hard work!" Taichi stated, disappointed at the lack of comment about the leather.
Yamato bowed deeply. "Thank you so much you are my knight in shining armor."
"Ooh, does that make you a damsel? Doesn't the knight get a kiss for his valiant efforts?" Taichi asked, smirking.
"Err, no," Yamato stared blankly at Taichi, not sure if that was a dumb joke, or what. "But I will make you pancakes for breakfast!"
Sighing inwardly, Taichi forced a smile. "Ooh, pancakes, yum..."
"I have a question, though," Yamato said slowly. "I really don't want to be sleeping on your couch, and you have only one bedroom and one bed."
"Yeah..." Taichi said slowly, hoping Yamato would suggest something kinky.
"Well, where am I going to sleep? I mean, I guess I'm gonna be living with you for a while now, so..."
"Oh, well my bed is big," he stated calmly.
Yamato froze like a deer in headlights. "You're joking, right?"
"But that's where you would sleep when we had sleepovers!"
"When we were twelve! Taichi, I want my own bed. I would love my own *room*, although that isn't going to happen." He looked around the room slowly. "Actually, when the lease comes up, we could just get a bigger apartment."
'They're all right. Let a woman move in with you and she wants to change everything,' Taichi thought to himself. "No, uh... I have an old futon we can set up for you. It'll be on the floor and all, and this place isn't exactly designed like a traditional Japanese house, but..."
"Oh, that's fine. Futons are comfortable anyway. We can just roll it out on the floor at night. That way we won't crowd the entrance too much."
Taichi shrugged. "I dunno, I always left it out all day. It's too much of a pain to put away every morning."
Yamato rolled his eyes again. "Really, it's ok. I don't mind. Anyway, I'm going to go take a bath. I'm sweaty and I stink."
"Need any help?" Taichi asked, grinning ear to ear.
"Uhhh... you know, it would be really nice if you would stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Stop making fun of me."
"I'm not making fun of you!"
"Well it sure seems like it!" Yamato was getting angry now.
"I'm really not! I'm just..."
"You're just what?!"
"...Never mind. I'll stop. I'm sorry." Taichi hung his head. It looked like the upfront flirting approach wasn't going to work.
"Fine." Yamato paused. "Sorry, I'm just a little sensitive right now. I know you're just joking around, but please don't do it in that way, OK?" With that, Yamato headed off to the bathroom, and Taichi was left alone, to unpack and sulk.
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Chapter 4 - Moving Out
"Moving day is a very dangerous day," Taichi stated, as he stared bleakly at the piles of boxes waiting to be taken to their new home. "Seems we have a full evening of manual labor ahead of us."
Yamato slowly walked into the living room of the place he had once called 'home'. "It shouldn't be too bad. I don't own much, really. It's just clothes and music stuff, the boxes should be light."
"Geez, you must own a lot of clothes."
"Eh..." Yamato mumbled and went back to moping. "Look, I told you that you didn't need to come along, so don't complain."
"Hey, hey! No fighting allowed, ok? Anyway, I got an excuse to get off work early!" '...and if I didn't come along, you would've sat here crying for hours, not moving a thing.'
Sighing, the boys rolled up their sleeves and began lifting boxes. Luckily, Sora's apartment was on the first floor so it wasn't a very long walk to the car they had borrowed from Taichi's father. After twenty minutes, they had all the boxes packed into the car.
"How do you know she's packing all of your things, anyway? I mean, what about the mutual possessions? Don't you want the TV or the microwave or anything?" Taichi asked, looking around at all of the things Yamato would be leaving for the girl that had hurt him so badly.
"No, it doesn't matter. Anyway, her job pays more since she works full time. She paid for most of this stuff. All I want are the things I brought when I moved in with her. I don't need anything to remind me..." Yamato trailed off and sighed. "Could you wait outside? I need a minute alone."
"Sure, ok. I'll be in the car." Taichi reluctantly left the apartment, closing the door behind him.
Walking through his former home, he now let his memories come flooding back. There in the corner was the place Sora had burned the carpet trying to light candles for a 'romantic evening' together. There was the couch where they had held each other, albeit awkwardly, on those long nights together. There, in the kitchen, where he had tried to teach her to cook pancakes, and she had failed miserably.
Slowly, Yamato opened the door to the bedroom, and stepped inside. The lights were off, and the heavy curtains they had got so that Sora could sleep in without the sun bothering her, were blocking out all light. The bed was perfectly made, and the clothes hamper was only half full, as now it held only one person's clothing. Yamato thought of the endless fights that had taken place in this room. The endless bickering, and how he had felt like he could never make her happy. Then there was one memory that he could never let go of, one that he wished he could forget forever; the last time they had made love.
"Fucked, is more like it. The last time she fucked me." He shuddered. "I just wanted to be left alone, but no, she wanted sex right then and there. She whined and begged, saying how sexy I was." Yamato's hands were balling up into fists now, and he started yelling to no one in particular. "Well I never wanted her! Not once! All those times, I was just there physically! I just did it to make her happy, and look what she does to me!" He kicked over the lamp, and watched it fall to the floor, its light bulb shattering. "All she says is 'But we're not happy together!" he whined, in a high pitched impression of Sora's voice. "You'll be happier without me! You never want to make love! You never want to go out! All you do is work and go to school! I need some attention too!'"
Calmly, Yamato picked the lamp up, and put it back in its place. "You're wrong, Sora. You're wrong about everything." Sighing, he turned and exited the room. "Guess I'm on my own from now on."
Taichi ran back outside as Yamato exited the bedroom. He had come back in for a drink of water, and had heard every word his angry friend had said. Now, more than ever, he wanted to tell Yamato, but he knew he couldn't. He controlled himself, as always, and waited in the car, by himself.
***
"Damn, I'm covered in sweat," Yamato grumbled. "I hate manual labor."
"Oh please, you hardly moved anything!" Taichi said, bringing the last box into the living room. "I moved all the big, heavy stuff! And by the way, your clothing collection scares me even more because it is NOT light! Either you have VERY heavy shirts, or you wear a lot of stuff made of leather."
Yamato rolled his eyes. "You're being overdramatic."
"Yes, well, I have to make you appreciate all my hard work!" Taichi stated, disappointed at the lack of comment about the leather.
Yamato bowed deeply. "Thank you so much you are my knight in shining armor."
"Ooh, does that make you a damsel? Doesn't the knight get a kiss for his valiant efforts?" Taichi asked, smirking.
"Err, no," Yamato stared blankly at Taichi, not sure if that was a dumb joke, or what. "But I will make you pancakes for breakfast!"
Sighing inwardly, Taichi forced a smile. "Ooh, pancakes, yum..."
"I have a question, though," Yamato said slowly. "I really don't want to be sleeping on your couch, and you have only one bedroom and one bed."
"Yeah..." Taichi said slowly, hoping Yamato would suggest something kinky.
"Well, where am I going to sleep? I mean, I guess I'm gonna be living with you for a while now, so..."
"Oh, well my bed is big," he stated calmly.
Yamato froze like a deer in headlights. "You're joking, right?"
"But that's where you would sleep when we had sleepovers!"
"When we were twelve! Taichi, I want my own bed. I would love my own *room*, although that isn't going to happen." He looked around the room slowly. "Actually, when the lease comes up, we could just get a bigger apartment."
'They're all right. Let a woman move in with you and she wants to change everything,' Taichi thought to himself. "No, uh... I have an old futon we can set up for you. It'll be on the floor and all, and this place isn't exactly designed like a traditional Japanese house, but..."
"Oh, that's fine. Futons are comfortable anyway. We can just roll it out on the floor at night. That way we won't crowd the entrance too much."
Taichi shrugged. "I dunno, I always left it out all day. It's too much of a pain to put away every morning."
Yamato rolled his eyes again. "Really, it's ok. I don't mind. Anyway, I'm going to go take a bath. I'm sweaty and I stink."
"Need any help?" Taichi asked, grinning ear to ear.
"Uhhh... you know, it would be really nice if you would stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Stop making fun of me."
"I'm not making fun of you!"
"Well it sure seems like it!" Yamato was getting angry now.
"I'm really not! I'm just..."
"You're just what?!"
"...Never mind. I'll stop. I'm sorry." Taichi hung his head. It looked like the upfront flirting approach wasn't going to work.
"Fine." Yamato paused. "Sorry, I'm just a little sensitive right now. I know you're just joking around, but please don't do it in that way, OK?" With that, Yamato headed off to the bathroom, and Taichi was left alone, to unpack and sulk.