Wow. I got Microsoft Word! WOOT! I can spellcheck now! O.o Amazing.
Angst. Lots of angst. Veritable PUDDLES of angst. But it's cute, so that's
okay. ^_^;;
Chapter 6 - Always on the Wrong Track
Downing more coffee, Taichi scowled. "Sora is an evil bitch," he stated. "It's just a fact."
"Back up, back up!" Koushirou laughed and sat down next to his bitter friend. After he moved back to Tokyo from England, he had quickly reunited with his old childhood friends. Taichi had matured quite a bit, was no longer so hyper, and had even gotten into computers. The two of them worked in the same business district and regularly had lunch together, laughing about the evil companies they worked for. Eventually, they began talking about their private lives, and Koushirou's boyfriend was soon a topic of conversation. Taichi was initially a little shocked at his friend's bisexuality, but he soon opened up as well. Although Koushirou and his boyfriend quickly separated, he was still the only person Taichi had to talk with about his 'little secret'.
"Well, Sora came over last night," Taichi practically growled. "She just sauntered in and went in MY bedroom with Yamato for hours to talk."
"Well, at least you're not jealous." Koushirou smirked.
Ignoring him, Taichi continued, "After that, Yamato confronted me."
Koushirou stared. "He knows you're in love with him?!"
"I... I'm not in love with him! It's just a crush!" Taichi stuttered. "Anyway, she just told him I'm gay."
"Oh... she knew?"
"I never told her...I don't know how she found out."
"Well, probably because you're so obvious. The only person that didn't know is probably Yamato, because he's so dense with things like this!" Koushirou laughed again. "Anyway, you only THINK you're in the closet. Really, you're more of a flamer than me!"
"Oh, really? That's debatable." Taichi pointedly stared at the other boy's pink socks. "Hey, Mimi got these for me, OK?"
Taichi rolled his eyes. "Haven't done laundry in weeks, have you? Getting desperate?"
Hanging his head, Koushirou sweatdropped. "Yeah, my other ones are all dirty."
"ANYway, the point is that I don't know what to do now!"
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Well, it's weird. Yamato knows, and I think it's going to make things really uncomfortable. He'll never love me."
"Yeah, probably." Koushirou nodded.
"Gee, thanks."
"You know what you need? A strong drink. Perhaps MANY strong drinks. I'm going down to the pub later, wanna come?"
Taichi wrinkled his nose at the thought. "The 'pub' huh? British wannabe. This wouldn't happen to be the GAY 'pub' would it?"
Koushirou shrugged. "It's sorta both. Lots of girls hang out there, too."
Hanging his head in defeat, Taichi stood to go back to work. "I guess I do need something to do. I don't want to go home and deal with Yamato sober. Fine, I'll meet you outside your building at 5:30 OK?"
"Sure, have fun at work."
"Oh yeah, great fun."
***
"Whoa, Taichi!" A young man stood up from the table he was sitting at and waved at the two men entering the bar. "Come sit here!"
"Oh man, this guy?" Taichi was ready to leave and he had just gotten there. He remembered now why he had only ever been here a few times before- and why he had decided to never come back.
Koushirou sweatdropped. "Yeah, he's always here. Anyway, he's nice enough."
"You have loser friends." Taichi shook his head.
"Hi, Hiroshi." Koushirou mumbled as the two joined the odd-looking man at his table. The 'club' was essentially a bar, not one of those weird rave places with strobe lights that gave everyone headaches. No one here really danced. The decor was pretty simple, the walls were black, the tables were black, the bar was black. Everything was... black. This gave the room a sort of elegant decor, if not boring. The lights were tinted blue, giving everything an odd glow, and the bartender was a weird guy. He was wearing a plaid shirt resembling a lumberjack's, and had a handlebar mustache. There were a few women sitting at the bar, or at least you would assume they were women. Mainly there were men sitting around, playing cards, drinking, and generally making way too much noise.
Hiroshi on the other hand, was sitting at his table all alone, obviously waiting for someone who would tolerate him to come to the bar. Koushirou was staring at his T-shirt that stated, 'Hot Communication'. "Where do you GET these shirts?" Koushirou asked. Hiroshi tended to wear things with strange 'engrish' phrases on them.
"This? Oh! I just got it at the 'Crazy Party Wild!' store."
"Oh..."
"Why?"
"Never mind, it's nothing." Koushirou hung his head. Ever since learning English he had realized how silly pretty much every 'cool' word they used here in Japan was just stupid.
"So, Taichi, I haven't seen you here in a while." Hiroshi grinned and placed his hand on Taichi's.
"Uh, yeah. I'm not really into bars." Taichi yanked his hand away.
"Oooh, touchy!" Hiroshi giggled. He was already pretty tipsy.
"Well, he's having trouble with his roommate." Koushirou stated simply as he stood to go order some beer. "I'm trying to get him to loosen up a bit!"
"Oh, boyfriend trouble, dear?" Hiroshi flirted way too much for Taichi's tastes.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Oh so that's the trouble!" Hiroshi giggled again. Taichi wanted to punch him. It was just stupid to be such a flamer! He couldn't stand guys like this, they just made people think that that's what all gay men were like.
"Uh, yeah. Whatever." Taichi took the glass that Koushirou handed him and downed half of it in two gulps. "More," he mumbled, and grabbed the pitcher.
"Well, you know, there's a new guy over there." Hiroshi pointed over to the corner. "You should go make friends!"
"Hmmm..." Taichi eyed the man sitting alone at the back most table. He had shoulder length black hair, was lean and muscular, and was wearing leather, all leather. The mysterious man looked over and caught Taichi's eye, and smiled. "Well, I might just do that."
"Whoa, Taichi's actually approaching someone! Go for it!" Koushirou grinned, already totally drunk.
"Lightweight," Taichi rolled his eyes, and downed another mug of beer.
"Well, you haven't gotten laid in what, a few years?!" Koushirou slurred.
"Shut up!"
"You must really need a good fuck!" Hiroshi laughed. "Go get 'em!"
Taichi sweatdropped and proceeded to walk away from the freaks he decided to never drink with again. He knew already that this guy wasn't his type. That didn't matter now, though. He just wanted to see if he could get laid, and this seemed to be the only guy here interested in a quick fuck. Anyway, beer goggles are amazing things. As he approached the stranger, the man stood and held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Zeusu."
"Why, hello, Zeusu. I'm Taichi." He smiled his best suave smile and seated himself beside the handsome young man. "So, new here?"
"Yeah, I usually just go to the gay bars, but I figured I'd try something a little simpler tonight. Unfortunately, no one here is interested in having any fun." Zeusu grinned slyly.
Taichi pulled his chair closer to the other man. 'Damn Sora, damn Yamato, damn them all! I need to get laid! I don't CARE if it's some guy I barely know! I'm getting laid tonight no matter what! ...but I probably should get more drunk first.' "Hey, could we get another pitcher over here?" Taichi called to the bartender. "I'll pay."
Zeusu raised an eyebrow, "Why, thank you sir."
"Oh, my pleasure. So you work around here?"
"Yeah, generic businessman, that's me."
"Aren't we all?" Taichi downed some more beer. "So, what was that about having fun?"
"Well, we could go somewhere. I live really close..." Zeusu leaned forward until Taichi could feel his breath on his neck.
"I don't think I had anything else planned for tonight!" Taichi winced at the lameness of his comments, but it was hard to be suave with some guy he barely knew, especially when he was drunk.
It was a bit cool outside, and the moon was full. The two walked down the crowded street, towards where Zeusu lived. "It's a bit far for walking, but I don't think we'll get a cab with it this crowded out here," Zeusu muttered, obviously not interested in waiting very long.
"Well, it's a nice night, isn't it?" Taichi grinned and the two ran into the alleyway behind a club. Taichi ran his hands up underneath Zeusu's leather jacket, feeling the other man's muscular torso, and found his nipples, pinching them lightly.
Zeusu moaned lightly at Taichi's touch, and leaned forward, capturing Taichi's lips in his own, the two pressed up against each other, and Taichi let his hands fall on Zeusu's ass, squeezing it lightly. It was then that the back alley door opened and a light from inside the building shone directly on the pair. They froze like deer in headlights.
"Man, that rocked! We were awesome!" A young man with long hair stumbled out of the club, followed by three others. "With gigs like this, we'll get known nationally in no time!"
"I think you're being just a tad bit overly optimistic," a familiar voice stated. "Anyway, we were pretty good, but I think we need to practice that third song a little more."
"Oh come on, practicing is all you think about!" The long haired guy stopped in his tracks and stared at what was in front of him. "Ooooooooh naughty fun! Can I join in?" The man laughed, and was pushed aside by his bandmates, looking to see what was going on.
Amongst the cat calls and the 'get a room's, Taichi made out the familiar voice again. Quickly, he pulled away from Zeusu, who ran off, "See you later, beautiful!" he called. Taichi winced at the name, he didn't even know what he was doing, he hated guys like that. 'I must be more desperate than I thought.'
"Interrupting, are we?" the voice asked, bitterly. The three older men moved aside, to reveal Acid Yamato standing in the doorway, with a look that could kill.
"Uh, hi Yamato!" Taichi stated cheerfully. "I didn't know you had a gig tonight!"
"Yes, you would have if you had gone home and seen the note I left. I guess you were a bit busy." Yamato walked slowly forward, towards the frightened Taichi.
"Oh come on! It's not a big deal!" Taichi sweatdropped.
Trembling, Yamato handed his bass to the man standing next to him. Slowly, he raised his hand. Then, quickly, he slapped Taichi across the face. Yamato couldn't remember the last time he had been so furious with someone.
"Wha-" Taichi stared. The two hadn't been in a fight since they were kids, but the feeling of Yamato's slap was familiar still. "What the hell was that for?!"
"Oooooooooh lover's quarrel!" the guys in the band teased. "Come now, Yamato! Jealous women NEVER get the man!"
"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Yamato screamed at them. Turning back to Taichi, he stated as calmly as he could, "I am not interested at all in why you're making out with some guy you probably don't even KNOW, in an alley. I'm not even going to ask if you're drunk, because it's pretty obvious that you are. I'm going home. Have fun finding a way there." With that, Yamato turned and walked away. Taichi sighed deeply and turned back, only to find Koushirou leaving the bar they had been in earlier.
"Hey, Koushirou!" Taichi called. The red head turned and stumbled a bit.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiii Taichi! I thought you were gonna get laid!" Koushirou said happily.
"Uh, yeah well, not my type." Taichi muttered. "Mind if I stay at your place tonight?"
"Still scared of Yamato, huh? Yeah, sure. I've got an empty couch." The two boys wandered off to Koushirou's apartment, Taichi kicking himself mentally all the way.
***
The phone was ringing. Damn the phone. "Stop ringing!!!" Taichi yelled, covering his head with a couch pillow, trying to block the sound out from his poor throbbing head.
"I've got it," Koushirou mumbled. "Hello?"
"Hey, have you seen Taichi?" Yamato asked, sounding sort of panicked on the other line.
"Uh..."
"I found him behind the club I was at last night making out with this guy, can you believe that?!"
"Oh, well-"
"So we had a fight and I told him to find his own way home and he hasn't been home all night! He was really drunk, I'm worried something might have happened to him!"
"Ah-"
"So I know you guys see each other for lunch, so maybe he called you or something?"
"Well-"
"So have you heard from him or not?!"
"Yamato, SHUT UP! I've got a hangover and I'm NOT up to listening to your panic attack!" Koushirou sighed. "It's your worried wife on the phone," he said just loudly enough for Yamato to hear, handing the phone to Taichi.
"Mmmmf, wha?" Taichi mumbled into the receiver.
"Where the hell have you been?! Your boss called, he wanted to know why you never showed up for work! You didn't come home all night! I was really worried!"
"...Yamato, you slapped me last night. I wasn't in the mood to deal with your angst."
"I do NOT angst!"
"Whatever." Taichi groaned, he wasn't going to get ANY more sleep today.
"I was just upset!"
"Why?!"
"Well, because you're my friend! And having sex with random guys isn't healthy!" Yamato said, not quite sounding convincing.
"Gee, thanks for caring enough to leave me there. Anyway, I was out drinking with Koushirou, I stayed here. I'm fine." Taichi was becoming a bit amused with the situation. It would have been much funnier if he had a bit of Tylenol in his system.
"...you didn't um..."
"Huh?"
"Well, Koushirou..."
"Yeah, he's here, did you want to talk to him or something?" Taichi blinked audibly.
"You didn't... do anything with him did you?" the voice on the other end was suddenly very quiet and unsure sounding.
Taichi laughed so hard his stomach hurt. "Are you KIDDING?! Hey! Koushirou!" the red head wandered out of the bathroom with a giant bottle of Tylenol and glared at Taichi.
"Quiet down. What is it?"
"Yamato thinks we fucked!"
Koushirou shook his head and mumbled to himself. "Note to self: never ever get involved in other people's love lives. It's a bad, bad idea."
"Yamato, I promise I NEVER would do ANYTHING with Koushirou... uh, no offense..."
"None taken." Koushirou wandered back down the hall. "I'm going back to sleep, stay, leave, I don't care. Must... sleep... more..."
"You there, Yamato?"
"...you don't have to laugh at me." Yamato's voice sounded shaky.
"I'm not laughing at you!"
"...OK. Well, just come home. And call your boss, he's pretty pissed."
Taichi sighed. "Yeah, I'll be home in an hour or so."
Yamato sat the phone back on the hook, and went to do the dishes. Only, he had already done them all. He went into the bedroom but there was nothing to clean there either. He sat down on the couch with his guitar and began strumming, and mumbling to himself.
"What the hell does he think he's doing making me worry like that?!" Yamato sighed. "Why am I so worried, anyway? I mean if he wants to have sex with random guys, that's his decision! I don't care! Why should I care?! Stupid jerk!" Yamato sighed again. "I don't get it. And here I was up all night, worrying about him. Insensitive, stupid, mean... he doesn't deserve me anyway! I mean... as a friend." Yamato muttered. "I'm not making any sense." He put his guitar on the floor and lay down across the couch. "Maybe I'll just rest here a little."
***
Taichi came in the apartment and hung his coat up in the closet. Guilt was heavy on his shoulders. 'Not like we're actually together or anything. I shouldn't feel so guilty. It's none of his business, anyway.' He walked into the living room to see something beautiful. Yamato was sprawled on the couch, deep asleep. His blonde hair was in his face, and his shirt was bunched up above his stomach, showing off his soft, pale skin. Taichi grinned slightly, and sat on the chair next to Yamato's still body. 'Years and years of holding out just for you, and I almost gave in last night,' he thought to himself. "I'm an idiot, you know that? I'm going to be a lonely old man." Frowning, Taichi reached over, and gently brushed Yamato's bangs out of his face. "I promise I'll hold out. Just in case," he whispered, and leaned forward, gently placing a kiss on Yamato's forehead.
Chapter 6 - Always on the Wrong Track
Downing more coffee, Taichi scowled. "Sora is an evil bitch," he stated. "It's just a fact."
"Back up, back up!" Koushirou laughed and sat down next to his bitter friend. After he moved back to Tokyo from England, he had quickly reunited with his old childhood friends. Taichi had matured quite a bit, was no longer so hyper, and had even gotten into computers. The two of them worked in the same business district and regularly had lunch together, laughing about the evil companies they worked for. Eventually, they began talking about their private lives, and Koushirou's boyfriend was soon a topic of conversation. Taichi was initially a little shocked at his friend's bisexuality, but he soon opened up as well. Although Koushirou and his boyfriend quickly separated, he was still the only person Taichi had to talk with about his 'little secret'.
"Well, Sora came over last night," Taichi practically growled. "She just sauntered in and went in MY bedroom with Yamato for hours to talk."
"Well, at least you're not jealous." Koushirou smirked.
Ignoring him, Taichi continued, "After that, Yamato confronted me."
Koushirou stared. "He knows you're in love with him?!"
"I... I'm not in love with him! It's just a crush!" Taichi stuttered. "Anyway, she just told him I'm gay."
"Oh... she knew?"
"I never told her...I don't know how she found out."
"Well, probably because you're so obvious. The only person that didn't know is probably Yamato, because he's so dense with things like this!" Koushirou laughed again. "Anyway, you only THINK you're in the closet. Really, you're more of a flamer than me!"
"Oh, really? That's debatable." Taichi pointedly stared at the other boy's pink socks. "Hey, Mimi got these for me, OK?"
Taichi rolled his eyes. "Haven't done laundry in weeks, have you? Getting desperate?"
Hanging his head, Koushirou sweatdropped. "Yeah, my other ones are all dirty."
"ANYway, the point is that I don't know what to do now!"
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Well, it's weird. Yamato knows, and I think it's going to make things really uncomfortable. He'll never love me."
"Yeah, probably." Koushirou nodded.
"Gee, thanks."
"You know what you need? A strong drink. Perhaps MANY strong drinks. I'm going down to the pub later, wanna come?"
Taichi wrinkled his nose at the thought. "The 'pub' huh? British wannabe. This wouldn't happen to be the GAY 'pub' would it?"
Koushirou shrugged. "It's sorta both. Lots of girls hang out there, too."
Hanging his head in defeat, Taichi stood to go back to work. "I guess I do need something to do. I don't want to go home and deal with Yamato sober. Fine, I'll meet you outside your building at 5:30 OK?"
"Sure, have fun at work."
"Oh yeah, great fun."
***
"Whoa, Taichi!" A young man stood up from the table he was sitting at and waved at the two men entering the bar. "Come sit here!"
"Oh man, this guy?" Taichi was ready to leave and he had just gotten there. He remembered now why he had only ever been here a few times before- and why he had decided to never come back.
Koushirou sweatdropped. "Yeah, he's always here. Anyway, he's nice enough."
"You have loser friends." Taichi shook his head.
"Hi, Hiroshi." Koushirou mumbled as the two joined the odd-looking man at his table. The 'club' was essentially a bar, not one of those weird rave places with strobe lights that gave everyone headaches. No one here really danced. The decor was pretty simple, the walls were black, the tables were black, the bar was black. Everything was... black. This gave the room a sort of elegant decor, if not boring. The lights were tinted blue, giving everything an odd glow, and the bartender was a weird guy. He was wearing a plaid shirt resembling a lumberjack's, and had a handlebar mustache. There were a few women sitting at the bar, or at least you would assume they were women. Mainly there were men sitting around, playing cards, drinking, and generally making way too much noise.
Hiroshi on the other hand, was sitting at his table all alone, obviously waiting for someone who would tolerate him to come to the bar. Koushirou was staring at his T-shirt that stated, 'Hot Communication'. "Where do you GET these shirts?" Koushirou asked. Hiroshi tended to wear things with strange 'engrish' phrases on them.
"This? Oh! I just got it at the 'Crazy Party Wild!' store."
"Oh..."
"Why?"
"Never mind, it's nothing." Koushirou hung his head. Ever since learning English he had realized how silly pretty much every 'cool' word they used here in Japan was just stupid.
"So, Taichi, I haven't seen you here in a while." Hiroshi grinned and placed his hand on Taichi's.
"Uh, yeah. I'm not really into bars." Taichi yanked his hand away.
"Oooh, touchy!" Hiroshi giggled. He was already pretty tipsy.
"Well, he's having trouble with his roommate." Koushirou stated simply as he stood to go order some beer. "I'm trying to get him to loosen up a bit!"
"Oh, boyfriend trouble, dear?" Hiroshi flirted way too much for Taichi's tastes.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Oh so that's the trouble!" Hiroshi giggled again. Taichi wanted to punch him. It was just stupid to be such a flamer! He couldn't stand guys like this, they just made people think that that's what all gay men were like.
"Uh, yeah. Whatever." Taichi took the glass that Koushirou handed him and downed half of it in two gulps. "More," he mumbled, and grabbed the pitcher.
"Well, you know, there's a new guy over there." Hiroshi pointed over to the corner. "You should go make friends!"
"Hmmm..." Taichi eyed the man sitting alone at the back most table. He had shoulder length black hair, was lean and muscular, and was wearing leather, all leather. The mysterious man looked over and caught Taichi's eye, and smiled. "Well, I might just do that."
"Whoa, Taichi's actually approaching someone! Go for it!" Koushirou grinned, already totally drunk.
"Lightweight," Taichi rolled his eyes, and downed another mug of beer.
"Well, you haven't gotten laid in what, a few years?!" Koushirou slurred.
"Shut up!"
"You must really need a good fuck!" Hiroshi laughed. "Go get 'em!"
Taichi sweatdropped and proceeded to walk away from the freaks he decided to never drink with again. He knew already that this guy wasn't his type. That didn't matter now, though. He just wanted to see if he could get laid, and this seemed to be the only guy here interested in a quick fuck. Anyway, beer goggles are amazing things. As he approached the stranger, the man stood and held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Zeusu."
"Why, hello, Zeusu. I'm Taichi." He smiled his best suave smile and seated himself beside the handsome young man. "So, new here?"
"Yeah, I usually just go to the gay bars, but I figured I'd try something a little simpler tonight. Unfortunately, no one here is interested in having any fun." Zeusu grinned slyly.
Taichi pulled his chair closer to the other man. 'Damn Sora, damn Yamato, damn them all! I need to get laid! I don't CARE if it's some guy I barely know! I'm getting laid tonight no matter what! ...but I probably should get more drunk first.' "Hey, could we get another pitcher over here?" Taichi called to the bartender. "I'll pay."
Zeusu raised an eyebrow, "Why, thank you sir."
"Oh, my pleasure. So you work around here?"
"Yeah, generic businessman, that's me."
"Aren't we all?" Taichi downed some more beer. "So, what was that about having fun?"
"Well, we could go somewhere. I live really close..." Zeusu leaned forward until Taichi could feel his breath on his neck.
"I don't think I had anything else planned for tonight!" Taichi winced at the lameness of his comments, but it was hard to be suave with some guy he barely knew, especially when he was drunk.
It was a bit cool outside, and the moon was full. The two walked down the crowded street, towards where Zeusu lived. "It's a bit far for walking, but I don't think we'll get a cab with it this crowded out here," Zeusu muttered, obviously not interested in waiting very long.
"Well, it's a nice night, isn't it?" Taichi grinned and the two ran into the alleyway behind a club. Taichi ran his hands up underneath Zeusu's leather jacket, feeling the other man's muscular torso, and found his nipples, pinching them lightly.
Zeusu moaned lightly at Taichi's touch, and leaned forward, capturing Taichi's lips in his own, the two pressed up against each other, and Taichi let his hands fall on Zeusu's ass, squeezing it lightly. It was then that the back alley door opened and a light from inside the building shone directly on the pair. They froze like deer in headlights.
"Man, that rocked! We were awesome!" A young man with long hair stumbled out of the club, followed by three others. "With gigs like this, we'll get known nationally in no time!"
"I think you're being just a tad bit overly optimistic," a familiar voice stated. "Anyway, we were pretty good, but I think we need to practice that third song a little more."
"Oh come on, practicing is all you think about!" The long haired guy stopped in his tracks and stared at what was in front of him. "Ooooooooh naughty fun! Can I join in?" The man laughed, and was pushed aside by his bandmates, looking to see what was going on.
Amongst the cat calls and the 'get a room's, Taichi made out the familiar voice again. Quickly, he pulled away from Zeusu, who ran off, "See you later, beautiful!" he called. Taichi winced at the name, he didn't even know what he was doing, he hated guys like that. 'I must be more desperate than I thought.'
"Interrupting, are we?" the voice asked, bitterly. The three older men moved aside, to reveal Acid Yamato standing in the doorway, with a look that could kill.
"Uh, hi Yamato!" Taichi stated cheerfully. "I didn't know you had a gig tonight!"
"Yes, you would have if you had gone home and seen the note I left. I guess you were a bit busy." Yamato walked slowly forward, towards the frightened Taichi.
"Oh come on! It's not a big deal!" Taichi sweatdropped.
Trembling, Yamato handed his bass to the man standing next to him. Slowly, he raised his hand. Then, quickly, he slapped Taichi across the face. Yamato couldn't remember the last time he had been so furious with someone.
"Wha-" Taichi stared. The two hadn't been in a fight since they were kids, but the feeling of Yamato's slap was familiar still. "What the hell was that for?!"
"Oooooooooh lover's quarrel!" the guys in the band teased. "Come now, Yamato! Jealous women NEVER get the man!"
"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Yamato screamed at them. Turning back to Taichi, he stated as calmly as he could, "I am not interested at all in why you're making out with some guy you probably don't even KNOW, in an alley. I'm not even going to ask if you're drunk, because it's pretty obvious that you are. I'm going home. Have fun finding a way there." With that, Yamato turned and walked away. Taichi sighed deeply and turned back, only to find Koushirou leaving the bar they had been in earlier.
"Hey, Koushirou!" Taichi called. The red head turned and stumbled a bit.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiii Taichi! I thought you were gonna get laid!" Koushirou said happily.
"Uh, yeah well, not my type." Taichi muttered. "Mind if I stay at your place tonight?"
"Still scared of Yamato, huh? Yeah, sure. I've got an empty couch." The two boys wandered off to Koushirou's apartment, Taichi kicking himself mentally all the way.
***
The phone was ringing. Damn the phone. "Stop ringing!!!" Taichi yelled, covering his head with a couch pillow, trying to block the sound out from his poor throbbing head.
"I've got it," Koushirou mumbled. "Hello?"
"Hey, have you seen Taichi?" Yamato asked, sounding sort of panicked on the other line.
"Uh..."
"I found him behind the club I was at last night making out with this guy, can you believe that?!"
"Oh, well-"
"So we had a fight and I told him to find his own way home and he hasn't been home all night! He was really drunk, I'm worried something might have happened to him!"
"Ah-"
"So I know you guys see each other for lunch, so maybe he called you or something?"
"Well-"
"So have you heard from him or not?!"
"Yamato, SHUT UP! I've got a hangover and I'm NOT up to listening to your panic attack!" Koushirou sighed. "It's your worried wife on the phone," he said just loudly enough for Yamato to hear, handing the phone to Taichi.
"Mmmmf, wha?" Taichi mumbled into the receiver.
"Where the hell have you been?! Your boss called, he wanted to know why you never showed up for work! You didn't come home all night! I was really worried!"
"...Yamato, you slapped me last night. I wasn't in the mood to deal with your angst."
"I do NOT angst!"
"Whatever." Taichi groaned, he wasn't going to get ANY more sleep today.
"I was just upset!"
"Why?!"
"Well, because you're my friend! And having sex with random guys isn't healthy!" Yamato said, not quite sounding convincing.
"Gee, thanks for caring enough to leave me there. Anyway, I was out drinking with Koushirou, I stayed here. I'm fine." Taichi was becoming a bit amused with the situation. It would have been much funnier if he had a bit of Tylenol in his system.
"...you didn't um..."
"Huh?"
"Well, Koushirou..."
"Yeah, he's here, did you want to talk to him or something?" Taichi blinked audibly.
"You didn't... do anything with him did you?" the voice on the other end was suddenly very quiet and unsure sounding.
Taichi laughed so hard his stomach hurt. "Are you KIDDING?! Hey! Koushirou!" the red head wandered out of the bathroom with a giant bottle of Tylenol and glared at Taichi.
"Quiet down. What is it?"
"Yamato thinks we fucked!"
Koushirou shook his head and mumbled to himself. "Note to self: never ever get involved in other people's love lives. It's a bad, bad idea."
"Yamato, I promise I NEVER would do ANYTHING with Koushirou... uh, no offense..."
"None taken." Koushirou wandered back down the hall. "I'm going back to sleep, stay, leave, I don't care. Must... sleep... more..."
"You there, Yamato?"
"...you don't have to laugh at me." Yamato's voice sounded shaky.
"I'm not laughing at you!"
"...OK. Well, just come home. And call your boss, he's pretty pissed."
Taichi sighed. "Yeah, I'll be home in an hour or so."
Yamato sat the phone back on the hook, and went to do the dishes. Only, he had already done them all. He went into the bedroom but there was nothing to clean there either. He sat down on the couch with his guitar and began strumming, and mumbling to himself.
"What the hell does he think he's doing making me worry like that?!" Yamato sighed. "Why am I so worried, anyway? I mean if he wants to have sex with random guys, that's his decision! I don't care! Why should I care?! Stupid jerk!" Yamato sighed again. "I don't get it. And here I was up all night, worrying about him. Insensitive, stupid, mean... he doesn't deserve me anyway! I mean... as a friend." Yamato muttered. "I'm not making any sense." He put his guitar on the floor and lay down across the couch. "Maybe I'll just rest here a little."
***
Taichi came in the apartment and hung his coat up in the closet. Guilt was heavy on his shoulders. 'Not like we're actually together or anything. I shouldn't feel so guilty. It's none of his business, anyway.' He walked into the living room to see something beautiful. Yamato was sprawled on the couch, deep asleep. His blonde hair was in his face, and his shirt was bunched up above his stomach, showing off his soft, pale skin. Taichi grinned slightly, and sat on the chair next to Yamato's still body. 'Years and years of holding out just for you, and I almost gave in last night,' he thought to himself. "I'm an idiot, you know that? I'm going to be a lonely old man." Frowning, Taichi reached over, and gently brushed Yamato's bangs out of his face. "I promise I'll hold out. Just in case," he whispered, and leaned forward, gently placing a kiss on Yamato's forehead.