Well here's chapter nine and one of my reviewers seems not to have realised the point of having Yamato sleep with Takeru. It wasn't PWP! I've been building this up and there was a reason! Not just for the lemon! It's part of ending three. The interesting twist that's gonna make this fic really a lot longer. Don't think I'm making this normal and every things gonna be peaches ooh no no no no no no no! Time for our poor Yama-sama to become well really angsty as if he wasn't before. I mean how would you react if you woke up one morning and realised you'd just slept with your own brother? Heheheh I'm evil aren't I?

Anyway Takeru and Miyama wont be seen anymore. Their off drooling over the pictures of chapter eight. ^_^ They aren't needed for inspiration anymore either.

Now I'm gonna ask politely because this is kinda rude but would some of you, if ya want please read my fic Unhappy Anniversary? No one has yet and it's my first song fic and I really have no clue how good it is. I'm thinkin of going back and adding to it but I need some constructive feed back. Please?

Ack I just realised I've been listening to that song for three hours now! O_o....time to change the track......and time to start typing!

And now for the insane ramblings to continue! I still can't quite believe I'm writing this!

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Yamato woke slowly the light from the window hitting his eyes. He was lying in a bed that was up too high to be his own.

*Oh yeah I'm at Takeru's...*

Though he couldn't remember why he wasn't on the futon like always. He puzzled over this as he started to wake up mentally. Suddenly a warm mass latched onto his side moved in his sleep, muttering under his breath. Yamato realised he was quite naked and so was he. This confused him some more until memory finally surfaced.

"Oh God.....no..." He whispered completely horrified.

It was something that never should have happened. He couldn't fathom why either. But now was not the time to think about....what happened. Right now he had to get out of this bed.

Takeru was curled up against his side one leg thrown over Yamato's, his arm draped across his torso. He was sleeping completely at ease and as far as Yamato could tell was very happy.

Yamato slowly eased out of the bed taking care not to wake his brother.

That thought made Yamato cringe. His brother, his little baby brother. He couldn't fathom in his confusion addled brain why he had allowed Takeru to do what he did. The very idea made his skin crawl and the fact made him want to jump in a tub of boiling water and soap until he felt clean again.

Pushing these thoughts aside until he could get away, Yamato managed to slide out of the bed. He searched around for his clothes not bothering to grab new ones, found his uniform pulled it on and snuck out of the room. He crept down the hallway past his Mother's bedroom where she was still sleeping and out the front door.

Once out side he leaned against the wall next to the door shaking. His legs felt weak and unresponsive. This entire week had been one huge mistake that should have never happened. The kiss at the concert, giving in to Takeru's request to staying in his room. Giving in to Takeru's need.

Yamato shook his head violently to clear his mind. He needed to get out of there until he could gather his thoughts together. He needed a place to stay until he could figure out what to do. Still trembling faintly he pushed himself off the wall and started walking. There was one place he could go were the resident wouldn't ask questions and probably wouldn't notice Yamato's emotional state.


He was laying on his back on a bed in a room that was spotlessly clean. Nothing was out of place. There wasn't even anything on the walls no posters or pin ups or anything like that. There was a desk filled with everything a computer obsessed teenage boy would want. Basicly Yamato had gone to Koushiro's. The red head in question was typing away on his computer and just as Yamato had planned was completely ignoring him.

*Good old Koushiro too wrapped up in his own world to notice anybody else is alive.*

But then Yamato wasn't paying much attention to the other boy either. He'd showed up late enough that Koushiro had been awake but just barely. He'd let the blonde in no questions asked though looking a bit confused if not out right adorable with his hair messed up, in pyjamas and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

(A/N I think Kou-chan is adorable okay? So I had to have something with him looking a little less uptight as he does in 02! If anyone wants to draw me a picture of that scene 'and I like it' I'll write anything you want I swear!!!!! )

He let Yamato collapse on his bed and went about his normal daily routine, getting dressed, eating breakfast and now working on something on his computer.

Yamato was just fine with this, completely lost within his own confused thoughts. It wasn't so much the fact that Takeru had wanted him. Sure it was creepy and no little bit freaky but there was no way Yamato could do anything but love his brother. It was himself and what he let happen that tortured him. He should have been able to say no or find a way to help his brother. No the problem was he'd tried to help the wrong way. Now he felt dirtier then anything he'd done before had made him feel. Even attacking his own best friend hadn't made him feel as bad.

Flipping around onto his stomach he buried his face in his arms wishing he could go back and cancel the stupid concert that had started this entire horrifying week.

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Koushiro worried as he tried to concentrate on his work..okay he was playing a computer game but that wasn't the point. There was something seriously wrong with Yamato but he couldn't fathom what it was that could have effected him so badly.

What? Surprised that Koushiro achualy pays attention to the real world. Of course he does. The entire thing with Mimi had taught him to pay attention to his friends when they were upset. But his reputation as a self absorbed computer geek often had said friends showing up at his door when they needed a safe place to think or calm down or anything of that nature.

So he hadn't been too surprised to see a shaking Yamato standing outside his door at seven am in the morning. But the longer he was here the more worried Koushiro became. The digidestined of friendship might have been withdrawn and closed as a kid in the digital world but now had always regularly confided in Taichi, Jyou, Sora anyone willing to listen. He'd become regularly rounded out by the time they were 14.

*But now he's here shaking like a leaf on my bed not talking at all. I wish I knew what to say to him to make him open up a bit. Then I doubt he'd take me interfering very well. He came here to be ignored. Though why he felt the need to come here I wouldn't know.*

Sighing Koushiro stopped typing/playing on the computer and stood up walking over to the bed. He knew Yamato didn't want to talk but figured it couldn't hurt to offer support. Even if Yamato didn't tell him anything of what had happened.

He sat down beside his friend on the bed and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Yamato jumped a bit but didn't raise his head from his arms.

"Yamato? I know you came here to be left alone and I know you don't want to talk about whatever's got you upset but..I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on." He said awkwardly never quite sure how to deal with emotions himself but reasonably certain this was what Yamato needed.

Then he had his arms full as Yamato sat up and turned crying into Koushiro's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the blondes shaking shoulders and held him as he cried. Still wondering what had happened to his friend.

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Yeah another short chapter a mere five pages long. I'm taking things slow with this fic now because the emotions are a lot harder to figure out now. But I should be done by the end of the month now that I can start writing again. (Writing class project is done!) Anyhoo R&R please!

Hey yeah if you haven't figured it out all ready this is a re post.(I've graduated now and it's october) Most my fics are or have been re posted. The entire story is done. Except afterwards I got the urge to add to the next 6 chapters. Yes six chapters. There's going to be more if I can help it. Something seemed missing at the end when somebody pointed it out to me. So I'm fixing words I know how to spell, adding grammer to places where it's obvious even to me where I went wrong... Etc etc etc etc.