openarms1

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. *sigh* This story is going to be Taito/Yamachi whatever you prefer. This means Taichi and Yamato liking each other in that special way. So if maleXmale disgusts you. You should probably leave now. Also, if you are a Taiora fan. You should leave immediately. I'll repeat this again. Taiora fans will not like this story. Sora is not a nice character in this fic. I don't have anything against Sora, really. (author collapses into hysterical laughter. Hides habachi stick with melted Sora figurine stuck on it behind her back)
red words like this represent Tai's inner dialogue. Blue is for Matt's

On to the story.....

Open Arms


Tai smiles sadly in his room. This is my last night here forever. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. Who would have thought that Taichi would be going to college. A dumb jock like him? His eyes scan the room. So why am I so sad? He picks up a picture sitting on his night stand. He traces the figure sitting next to his younger and much happier self, ignoring the large crack that split the glass in two. Tai refused to let his mother replace the glass. It was a constant reminder to him about how things were. It made him face the reality that he had tried to avoid until he had nearly gone insane. I hope that Matt's happy. I wish that we hadn't drifted apart. I could really use a friend. Matt had liked me for who I was, or so I thought. I never had to pretend to be someone I wasn't.

Tai connects another wire to the t.v. I hope my roommate likes video games. Tai knows very little about his roomate. All he knows is that he furnished most of the apartment. It was a little small, but they would each have their own bedroom. Tai had already moved all of his stuff in. The door opens and shuts queitly. Since he is under the tv stand, he can only hear the footsteps of his roommate. Yamato Ishida strolls into the apartment. Tall and lean, with golden hair, shoulder length waved his face. He grins at the sight of Taichi's sneakers underneath the tv. I hope Taichi will be glad to see me.

Hey! I hope you like video games. I couldn't leave home without it you know. Taichi greeted his roomate.

Actually, I love video games, Tai.

That voice. It sounds so familiar. It couldn't be. Tai emerges from the tv stand. Unfortunetly he comes out a little quicklly, and smacks his head on the edge.

He rubs his shorn head rufully.

Maybe you shouldn't have cut your hair. It would have given your brain some cushining. Oh Taichi why did you cut it. It always looked so soft and warm, so wild and untameable. It was you.

Tai stares in shock at his roomate.

don't you recgonize me Tai?

But, why, how? What about your band?

I'm taking a sabbatical from the music industry. Matt states. a permenent vacation from it, actually.

So were roomates huh. What are the odds. What do you want to major in?

I want to be a writer Tai.

You are already a great writer Matt. I listened to all your songs. Your lyrics are so expressive. Matt turns and pretends to study the lovely oatmeal wall so Tai doesn't see him blush.

Are you going to help me unpack my truck or what? Matt asks him.

You have a truck too?

I take it you have one then?

Got it for my 16th birthday. Tai anounces, but there is a wistful sadness in his eyes. It was the year after you left. A couple of postcards and then nothing. Why did you stop caring Matt?

Tai, I'm sorry we lost touch. Matt reaches out for Tai's hand. Can we make up for lost time?

Tai studies the hand clasping his own. So pale in contrast to his olive complexion. Muscles from all his music pratices give his hand a comforting firmness. He can't fight the feeling of connection and unity from his touch. No, I'm over it. I don't care anymore. He breaks contact and smiles brightly at him.

Its good to see you Matt! Sora is here too.

That nice. Why is she here?

Matt does all he can to keep the jealouslly out of his voice when he asks:

So, are you two going out or anything?

Tai blushes. Not anymore. We dated for a while, but we're still friends.

They walk down the stairs together and stand in the bright sunlight glinting off the asphalt of the parking lot. Matt begins to stride toward a shiny black truck.

This is your truck? Tai's brown eyes widen with amazment. I guess money can buy everything, huh Matt. Even you.



By the time the boys are finished, they are sweating.

Man, why couldn't this place have an elevator?

Want to move to siberia? I'm sure somebody there would appreciate our blistering heat wave. Matt teases.

Want a soda? Tai asks, sticking his entire face intot he fridge, allowing the coldness to seep into his pores.

Sure Tai. Maybe this will work out. If Tai can forgive me, then maybe he can learn to love me. I've really missed him.