And ladida! Part three! This part is dedicated to A Girl Named Goo, my bestest buddy!
The entire time that Yamato and Taichi were on the bus, they were totally silent. Neither of
them made a noise or barely even moved. Taichi was leaning against the window, trying not to
cry. He couldn't believe that Yamato knew his deepest secret. 'How did he find out?' Taichi
wondered. Yamato had similar thoughts. He was leaning against the seat back with his eyes
closed, thinking. 'Why did I have to find out? Even if I know that there is a bigger chance
of him liking me, I'm still too afraid to find out. There's no way in hell that he loves me.'
Yamato sighed. He opened his eyes to find Taichi's large brown ones looking at his face. "Yama-
Yamato, how did y-you find out that you were..." Taichi stuttered. Yamato looked at the ground.
"I got a crush on someone. Then I knew. I cried whenever I thought about him, and I want nothing
more than to be with him." Yamato admitted. "Does he know how you feel?" Taichi asked. "No. At
least, I hope not. If he does know it means that he doesn't like me back." Yamato choked back
a sob. "Why don't you tell him? I'm sure he'd understand." Taichi said. Yamato shook his head.
"He'd hate me. I'll never tell him." Taichi, sensing that he wouldn't get Yamato to say
anymore, dropped the subject. Yamato allowed several tears to slide down his cheeks. The next
time Taichi spoke to Yamato was to tell him that they could get off the bus.
Taichi pushed open the door to his apartment. Except for the empty beer bottles on the table
and a few newspapers scattered across the couch, the place was pretty clean. Taichi blushed
and hurried to put the beer bottles in a trash bag and put the newspapers in a stack on the c
offee table. Taichi turned to Yamato after he was done cleaning. "I'm sorry that it's so
messy." Taichi apologized. "Taichi, this looks great! I've never seen you keep clean before.
I certainly didn't expect a well-kept house." Taichi just blushed redder and busied himself
with carrying Yamato's luggage into the bedroom. Yamato followed, eager to see how clean the
rest of the house was.
The bedroom was slightly messier. There was a dirty laundry hamper near the closet that was
pretty neglected, and the clothes stacked on top of the dresser needed to be put away. Other
than that it was neater than Yamato's own room. This was surprising, because Yamato pained to
take care of his household. Yamato looked around at the various pictures Taichi had. He turned
and saw the poster of himself, singing a song in his band. He reached out and touched the
poster, tracing his guitar and mouthing the lyrics to the song he had been singing. "Those
were the good ol' days, weren't they?" Taichi's voice snapped Yamato back into reality. He
turned to face the brunette. "Yeah, I guess. I miss them." 'I miss my hair too.' Yamato added
silently. Taichi nodded. "We had fun. Man, I was so slim and trim! Look at that body." Taichi
cried as he picked up a picture of himself playing soccer. He sighed. "Yama, where did we go
wrong? I thought things would be perfect forever. Now look at me: I'm a middle-aged man that
relies solely on alchohol. That's no way to live! What can I do?" Taichi sniffed, setting the
picture down. His body shook with muffled sobs and shuddery breaths. Unsure of what else to do,
Yamato stepped over to Taichi and took him into his arms. "Shh, it's ok Taichi. Shh, I'm here."
Yamato soothed, gently rocking his friend back and forth. Taichi stopped crying and looked up
at Yamato. "What are you doing?" Taichi asked. Yamato released the brunette and stepped away,
cursing himself and turning red. "Sorry, Taichi." Yamato said softly. Taichi shook his head.
"It's ok. You snapped me back into the real world. Don't worry about it." Taichi waved his
hand dismissively. Yamato couldn't help but feel that Taichi liked being held in his arms, and
wrapped the man in a hug. Taichi awkwardly placed his arms around Yamato's shoulders and patted
his back. He pulled away soon after. Yamato smiled. Maybe there was hope for him and Taichi
after all.
Yamato set the last dish of carefully prepared food on the table. "Are you sure you didn't want
me to stay just because I can cook?" Yamato asked Taichi who was already filling his plate with
food. Taichi made a sad face. "Would I do such a thing?" He asked. Yamato laughed. Taichi
began reaching for a pot of soup. "Taichi that's-" "Ow!" "-hot." The brunette stuck his burned
fingers in his mouth, tears at the corners of his eyes. Yamato laughed and shook his head. "I
warned you." he said, chuckling. He took off his apron and sat down across from Taichi to eat.
"I rented a video you might want to watch. That or I have Nintendo. Your choice." Taichi
offered. Yamato sighed. 'Same old Taichi.' he told himself. "You always beat me at video
games, so let's opt for the video." Yamato told Taichi. Taichi agreed and began eating as
though he had been starved. When both men had finished their meals, Yamato went to sit on the
couch while Taichi went to get the video and make some popcorn. He came into the living room,
put in the video, and sat beside Yamato. He was holding two beers and a bag of popcorn. "I
don't drink Taichi." Yamato said, pointing to a beer. Taichi looked at Yamato, confused. "Who
said I got you one?" Taichi asked. Yamato shook his head. "No wonder your stomach is the size
it is." Yamato said. Taichi hung his head. "I know, I know, I need to stop. It will take time."
Taichi sighed. Now Yamato felt bad. He hadn't meant to hurt Taichi's feelings."Taichi, I'm
sorry." Yamato said, putting an arm around Taichi's shoulders. Taichi wiped his
eyes and shrugged Yamato off. "S'ok. The video's comin' on." Taichi said. Yamato leaned back
and put his arm along the top of the couch. They watched the video, remaining silent except
for either laughing or shouting at the tv.
At some during the video, Yamato's arm slid from the back of the couch to around Taichi's
shoulders. As Yamato nestled his arm around his crush, Taichi jerked in surprise. "Yama, what
are you doin'? Give me a heart-attack why don't you?" Taichi snapped. Yamato pulled his arm
back. "Sorry Taichi." he whispered. Taichi's eyes were on the screen. "It's ok. It's just that
this is a freaky part and you startled me." Taichi explained. Yamato's hands remained folded in
his lap for the rest of their time on the couch. As the video neared it's end, Yamato felt his
eyelids grow heavy and droop from exaustion. He closed his eyes and felt himself fall. The now
sleeping body of Ishida Yamato slumped onto Taichi's shoulder. "D'ya mind?" Taichi asked the
other man, shoving him away from his shoulder. Yamato fell towards the arm of the couch and
rested there until the video was over. Only then did Taichi realize that the blonde was
snoozing. Chuckling, he switched off the tv and went to guide his friend to bed.
Taichi laid the thin form of Yamato into his bed and tucked the covers around him. Pulling
extra bedclothes from the closet, he made a pallet for himself on the floor of his room.
Yamato opened an ice blue eye and looked at his friend lying on the hard bedroom floor.
"Taichi, you can have the bed if you want. I'll take the floor." Yamato offered. Taichi
shook his head. "Nope. I'll not have my guests suffering so that I can have a good night's
sleep." Taichi said firmly. Yamato patted the large bed. "Then share the bed with me. You
didn't take the floor during sleep-overs." Yamato pointed out. With a sigh of defeat, Taichi
climbed into the bed next to Yamato. Pulling the covers over him, he turned to his side and
was snoring in a second. Yamato closed his eyes, feeling Taichi's warm body next to him and
thinking about the events of that day.
"Yamato, what are you doing?" Yamato opened his eyes and found Taichi glaring at him. Blushing
and apologizing, Yamato removed his arms from around Taichi. "Taichi... I didn't mean to..."
Yamato murmured softly. Taichi tossed his head. "Whatever. You've been weird lately." With
that, Taichi threw off the covers and stood, climbing out of the bed. Yamato scolded himself.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why am I such a screw-up?" Yamato asked the empty room. "Did you say
something Yamato?" Taichi called from the bathroom. "No!" Yamato cried back. Sighing, the
blonde climbed out of bed and went to find some clothes for that day.
"Dad? Hi. It's me, Yamato." Yamato said into the phone. "YAMATO?" the voice on the other end
cried. Yamato jerked the phone away from his ear. "Yeah. I'm here in Japan, staying with Yagami
Taichi. You remember him. I just figured that you might wanna see me and all. "Yes! I'll be
here all day. Drop by!" Ishida Masaharu yelled excitedly. "Yeah, see ya. Bye." Yamato set down
the phone and smoothed his shirt. Balding or not, he still cared about his appearence. "Hey,
Yamato, while you're visiting old friends you should go see Jun." Taichi called from the
kitchen. "What?!" Yamato cried. Taichi walked into the living room, chuckling and chewing on a
piece of toast. "Any of that for me?" Yamato asked, pointing to the food. Taichi jerked a
thumb in the direction of the kitchen. "Have at it. I hafta get to work. Um, I'll leave you
the car so you can visit people. As soon as I get back we'll meet up with the others. Bye!"
With that the brunette left Yamato standing in the living room, still trying to process what
he'd said about where the food was.
To be continued!
The entire time that Yamato and Taichi were on the bus, they were totally silent. Neither of
them made a noise or barely even moved. Taichi was leaning against the window, trying not to
cry. He couldn't believe that Yamato knew his deepest secret. 'How did he find out?' Taichi
wondered. Yamato had similar thoughts. He was leaning against the seat back with his eyes
closed, thinking. 'Why did I have to find out? Even if I know that there is a bigger chance
of him liking me, I'm still too afraid to find out. There's no way in hell that he loves me.'
Yamato sighed. He opened his eyes to find Taichi's large brown ones looking at his face. "Yama-
Yamato, how did y-you find out that you were..." Taichi stuttered. Yamato looked at the ground.
"I got a crush on someone. Then I knew. I cried whenever I thought about him, and I want nothing
more than to be with him." Yamato admitted. "Does he know how you feel?" Taichi asked. "No. At
least, I hope not. If he does know it means that he doesn't like me back." Yamato choked back
a sob. "Why don't you tell him? I'm sure he'd understand." Taichi said. Yamato shook his head.
"He'd hate me. I'll never tell him." Taichi, sensing that he wouldn't get Yamato to say
anymore, dropped the subject. Yamato allowed several tears to slide down his cheeks. The next
time Taichi spoke to Yamato was to tell him that they could get off the bus.
Taichi pushed open the door to his apartment. Except for the empty beer bottles on the table
and a few newspapers scattered across the couch, the place was pretty clean. Taichi blushed
and hurried to put the beer bottles in a trash bag and put the newspapers in a stack on the c
offee table. Taichi turned to Yamato after he was done cleaning. "I'm sorry that it's so
messy." Taichi apologized. "Taichi, this looks great! I've never seen you keep clean before.
I certainly didn't expect a well-kept house." Taichi just blushed redder and busied himself
with carrying Yamato's luggage into the bedroom. Yamato followed, eager to see how clean the
rest of the house was.
The bedroom was slightly messier. There was a dirty laundry hamper near the closet that was
pretty neglected, and the clothes stacked on top of the dresser needed to be put away. Other
than that it was neater than Yamato's own room. This was surprising, because Yamato pained to
take care of his household. Yamato looked around at the various pictures Taichi had. He turned
and saw the poster of himself, singing a song in his band. He reached out and touched the
poster, tracing his guitar and mouthing the lyrics to the song he had been singing. "Those
were the good ol' days, weren't they?" Taichi's voice snapped Yamato back into reality. He
turned to face the brunette. "Yeah, I guess. I miss them." 'I miss my hair too.' Yamato added
silently. Taichi nodded. "We had fun. Man, I was so slim and trim! Look at that body." Taichi
cried as he picked up a picture of himself playing soccer. He sighed. "Yama, where did we go
wrong? I thought things would be perfect forever. Now look at me: I'm a middle-aged man that
relies solely on alchohol. That's no way to live! What can I do?" Taichi sniffed, setting the
picture down. His body shook with muffled sobs and shuddery breaths. Unsure of what else to do,
Yamato stepped over to Taichi and took him into his arms. "Shh, it's ok Taichi. Shh, I'm here."
Yamato soothed, gently rocking his friend back and forth. Taichi stopped crying and looked up
at Yamato. "What are you doing?" Taichi asked. Yamato released the brunette and stepped away,
cursing himself and turning red. "Sorry, Taichi." Yamato said softly. Taichi shook his head.
"It's ok. You snapped me back into the real world. Don't worry about it." Taichi waved his
hand dismissively. Yamato couldn't help but feel that Taichi liked being held in his arms, and
wrapped the man in a hug. Taichi awkwardly placed his arms around Yamato's shoulders and patted
his back. He pulled away soon after. Yamato smiled. Maybe there was hope for him and Taichi
after all.
Yamato set the last dish of carefully prepared food on the table. "Are you sure you didn't want
me to stay just because I can cook?" Yamato asked Taichi who was already filling his plate with
food. Taichi made a sad face. "Would I do such a thing?" He asked. Yamato laughed. Taichi
began reaching for a pot of soup. "Taichi that's-" "Ow!" "-hot." The brunette stuck his burned
fingers in his mouth, tears at the corners of his eyes. Yamato laughed and shook his head. "I
warned you." he said, chuckling. He took off his apron and sat down across from Taichi to eat.
"I rented a video you might want to watch. That or I have Nintendo. Your choice." Taichi
offered. Yamato sighed. 'Same old Taichi.' he told himself. "You always beat me at video
games, so let's opt for the video." Yamato told Taichi. Taichi agreed and began eating as
though he had been starved. When both men had finished their meals, Yamato went to sit on the
couch while Taichi went to get the video and make some popcorn. He came into the living room,
put in the video, and sat beside Yamato. He was holding two beers and a bag of popcorn. "I
don't drink Taichi." Yamato said, pointing to a beer. Taichi looked at Yamato, confused. "Who
said I got you one?" Taichi asked. Yamato shook his head. "No wonder your stomach is the size
it is." Yamato said. Taichi hung his head. "I know, I know, I need to stop. It will take time."
Taichi sighed. Now Yamato felt bad. He hadn't meant to hurt Taichi's feelings."Taichi, I'm
sorry." Yamato said, putting an arm around Taichi's shoulders. Taichi wiped his
eyes and shrugged Yamato off. "S'ok. The video's comin' on." Taichi said. Yamato leaned back
and put his arm along the top of the couch. They watched the video, remaining silent except
for either laughing or shouting at the tv.
At some during the video, Yamato's arm slid from the back of the couch to around Taichi's
shoulders. As Yamato nestled his arm around his crush, Taichi jerked in surprise. "Yama, what
are you doin'? Give me a heart-attack why don't you?" Taichi snapped. Yamato pulled his arm
back. "Sorry Taichi." he whispered. Taichi's eyes were on the screen. "It's ok. It's just that
this is a freaky part and you startled me." Taichi explained. Yamato's hands remained folded in
his lap for the rest of their time on the couch. As the video neared it's end, Yamato felt his
eyelids grow heavy and droop from exaustion. He closed his eyes and felt himself fall. The now
sleeping body of Ishida Yamato slumped onto Taichi's shoulder. "D'ya mind?" Taichi asked the
other man, shoving him away from his shoulder. Yamato fell towards the arm of the couch and
rested there until the video was over. Only then did Taichi realize that the blonde was
snoozing. Chuckling, he switched off the tv and went to guide his friend to bed.
Taichi laid the thin form of Yamato into his bed and tucked the covers around him. Pulling
extra bedclothes from the closet, he made a pallet for himself on the floor of his room.
Yamato opened an ice blue eye and looked at his friend lying on the hard bedroom floor.
"Taichi, you can have the bed if you want. I'll take the floor." Yamato offered. Taichi
shook his head. "Nope. I'll not have my guests suffering so that I can have a good night's
sleep." Taichi said firmly. Yamato patted the large bed. "Then share the bed with me. You
didn't take the floor during sleep-overs." Yamato pointed out. With a sigh of defeat, Taichi
climbed into the bed next to Yamato. Pulling the covers over him, he turned to his side and
was snoring in a second. Yamato closed his eyes, feeling Taichi's warm body next to him and
thinking about the events of that day.
"Yamato, what are you doing?" Yamato opened his eyes and found Taichi glaring at him. Blushing
and apologizing, Yamato removed his arms from around Taichi. "Taichi... I didn't mean to..."
Yamato murmured softly. Taichi tossed his head. "Whatever. You've been weird lately." With
that, Taichi threw off the covers and stood, climbing out of the bed. Yamato scolded himself.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why am I such a screw-up?" Yamato asked the empty room. "Did you say
something Yamato?" Taichi called from the bathroom. "No!" Yamato cried back. Sighing, the
blonde climbed out of bed and went to find some clothes for that day.
"Dad? Hi. It's me, Yamato." Yamato said into the phone. "YAMATO?" the voice on the other end
cried. Yamato jerked the phone away from his ear. "Yeah. I'm here in Japan, staying with Yagami
Taichi. You remember him. I just figured that you might wanna see me and all. "Yes! I'll be
here all day. Drop by!" Ishida Masaharu yelled excitedly. "Yeah, see ya. Bye." Yamato set down
the phone and smoothed his shirt. Balding or not, he still cared about his appearence. "Hey,
Yamato, while you're visiting old friends you should go see Jun." Taichi called from the
kitchen. "What?!" Yamato cried. Taichi walked into the living room, chuckling and chewing on a
piece of toast. "Any of that for me?" Yamato asked, pointing to the food. Taichi jerked a
thumb in the direction of the kitchen. "Have at it. I hafta get to work. Um, I'll leave you
the car so you can visit people. As soon as I get back we'll meet up with the others. Bye!"
With that the brunette left Yamato standing in the living room, still trying to process what
he'd said about where the food was.
To be continued!
