For some reason this chapter seems a little short...Not really sure why... Probably just my imagination. Anyhow, go on an enjoy the angsty fic! Miam.
*Taichi…*
*Wake up…*
"Stop it…", he moaned, trying to demolish the noise by covering his head with a pillow. "I don't want to get up yet…"
"Come on, Tai…" His mother's voice rung clearly in his ears as she yanked the covers off of him. His body instantly cringed, curling up tighter and snapped his eyes shut in irritation. "I made you breakfast…" she urged, resting her arm next to him.
"No thanks…" he replied with an exhausted yawn, "I'm not hungry at the moment…"
Mrs. Kamiya stared at him in disbelief. In all her years, she had never seen her son 'not hungry at the moment'. "Are you alright??" she asked gradually, "Maybe you're-"
"No…" he interrupted directly, "I'm fine. Just tired. I couldn't sleep."
She looked him over then asked in a concerned tone, "Is something bothering you?? Your eyes look a little red… Are they sore??"
"Yes…" He said absent-mindedly. "I mean- no! I- mom…please, just let me sleep for a little longer…"
She sighed loudly then eyed him a little longer before announcing, "Well, it's going to get cold soon, so don't stay too long. You don't want it to get soggy, do you??"
He didn't bother to reply, instead threw the covers on again and twisted around till he was comfortable. His mother guessed there was nothing else left for her to say, and left with her hands on her hips.
Once sensing that she had left, he permitted himself to look around a bit at the blinding light that shone in the open windows. Noting that the coast was clear, he threw off the bed spread once again then opened his bedroom door and peered around. The only other person in the house was loomed over a frying pan, cooking something that smelt like eggs. (OOC: *waits for 'certain people' to crack up* They know who they are.)
He slunk by carefully then slipped into the bathroom, making sure that the door was locked after him. As soon as he was inside, he hurried over to the sink and let the tap water run into the basin for a couple minutes. He let it trickle over his hands for a while before beginning to splash it onto his face repeatedly.
*Why didn't I rinse after?? Its no wonder she noticed something was wrong…What is this- the millionth mistake I've made in 24 hours?!*
After wiping away the tear-stains that had embedded themselves on his cheeks, he twisted the knob and unplugged the sink then opened the door and marched into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom…" He announced with fake cheer, "I'm ready for breakfast now…"
***
"Ouch!… Fucking door…"
Yamato trudged into his apartment, bitter and upset. His eyes were sore from mourning while the rest of his body was stiff from sitting in the rain for so long in nothing but a thin black jacket.
Upon glancing around, he knew instantly that Ken had already left. The place looked emptier then before as the suitcases and other luggage had been taken away. He searched around for some sort of note, but there was none that he could see. The sole light was a tiny red one, flashing in a continuous rhythm.
The answering machine.
He treaded over until he reaching the small device and pressed the button with his saturated index finger.
"Hey, Matt, this is Lance calling, just wanted to confirm that you're going to be there for tomorrow's practice… You've missed two already and we're falling behind… Call me back!"
Not really feeling that now was a good time to call, he got up and started pouring himself some cold coffee from the pot that his father had prepared while listening to the other voice mails.
"M. Ishida, this is Clint calling from CTB, there's been a mishap with the towers, we're trying to fix them at the moment… But the scheduling might be a little off. Sorry to have to bother you."
Matt stifled a bit of a laugh as he pictured his dad frantically hurrying through the station trying to get things back on track. Being head of a TV station had it's ups and downs, but the downs had definitely taken their tolls on him. Between his job and smoking, the two made him edgy and constantly worried about keeping things working. Stressful, yes, but if he liked it, who was his son to go and tell him to loosen up?
"Uh- hi Matt, this is Tai..."
Instantly, his head shot up, spilling coffee all over the table and soaking the papers that were already resting on it. He frantically tried to clean it up with a nearby towel, glancing up at the machine and waiting for more of the message.
"I just wanted to apologize about what I said early tonight... I didn't mean it- I was just- it was on the spur of the moment!"
He sighed loudly, wiping his eyes again.
*Go figure. Tai goes and makes a mistake, then tries blaming it on something else…*
He felt himself becoming agitated once again, distraught from the events that had passed earlier that night. Trying to remember everything that had happened was difficult, as it all seemed like a blurred picture in his mind. To his surprise though, the machine kept going, though this time the voice came out in a different tone.
"Look, I didn't mean to hurt you like that... I wasn't thinking. I know you're still upset at me, but if you get this *please* call me back, we need to talk."
Yamato felt the knot in his stomach tighten from guilt while he paused from mopping up the mess on the counter.
*How could I have done anything so stupid??? Why couldn't I have taken at least one minute to think of the consequences??*
His eyes were flying out of focus from the tears of ire that had begun to spill onto his face. It had been less then 12 hours, and he had managed to destroy the only relationship that had meant so much to him.
*I don't have to- tell him, do I?? Maybe- if he didn't know…"
But he cleared the thought from his mind as quickly as it had arrived. No, he had screwed up, and it was his responsibility to fix it. Even if that meant having to admit what he had done. He squirmed from the thought of the reaction, but at this point, he really didn't have any choices left…
He flung his cup at the wall and watched on in stupefaction as it cracked into millions of pieces while the remaining coffee drenched the wool carpet. Breathing was getting harder now; it was a struggle to do from all gasping and crying he'd done. Not bothering to pick up the shards, he grabbed his coat again and headed out the apartment door for the second time that day.
***
'Dear Kari,
I don't really know how to say this, seeing as I don't think there's an obvious or easy way. I'm sure you've known for a while, but you've never really chosen to react… I've liked you for a while now, Kari, but I haven't been able to come right out and say it. Sure, I've hinted, but that's about it. So here I am, now, telling you that I really do care about you.
I don't know how you're going to respond, or if you're going to answer this at all, but I just needed to let you know. Maybe if you got the chance to know me better, you'd feel differently then you do now. All I'm asking for is a chance.
Daisuke'
The goggle boy treaded languidly to school, kicking the tiny stones in front of him as he went along. He gripped the side of his backpack with one hand and a small pink envelope in the other.
*Should I give it to her?? I know she already likes T.K… but-I have to try, don't I? I can't just cower once I see that there's someone else who finds her pretty… I mean, who doesn't? She's so sweet and considerate- it's impossible to deny it anymore…*
"Davis??"
His head turned upwards as he faced the direction that he had heard his name.
"Yeah?" He asked before seeing whom it was. He didn't trust his vision after he saw it though. "Ken??"
The boy in front of him was none other then the blue haired boy genius though he didn't look as presentable as he usually did. His clothes appeared to be damp from water and his eyes were almost a shade of crimson being rubbed. His tresses were frizzed and matted along with his bags that all looked in about as bad shape as he did.
"Hello, Davis…" Ken said in a stunned voice. "H-how're you?"
"I'm alright…" Daisuke answered curtly, "But what about you?? I hate to say it, but you look awful…"
"I'm-" Ken stopped as if saying the words was taking an enormous amount of effort. "I-'m…I'm…"
Suddenly he stopped, fell to the ground and dropped the bags behind him. His skin was wet from the weeds that had accumulated water from the night before. He looked as if he were shaking though Davis couldn't understand why.
"Ken??" He asked, lifting his hands and jarring him profusely, "Ken, get up! What's the matter??"
But Ken couldn't answer, nor did he want to at the moment. He tried to sob, but all his tears had been cried out hours before. "I'm sorry…" He wept softly, "I'm just-"
"Don't worry about it…" Davis replied bluntly, "But what's the matter?? You look like you've been beaten or-"
He couldn't finish, as Ken raised his hand as I signal to stop. "I don't want to talk about it right now…" he said in a raspy voice, "I just can't…"
"Oh…" Daisuke said, not trying to pry, "Alright…" Upon seeing Ken's condition, he realized that he was going to have to give him some place to rehabilitate for a while… He couldn't continue on the streets of Odaiba like this… "Come on, Ken…" He said shortly, "Let's get you somewhere to rest… You can come over to my place…"
"No…" Ken replied, "That's okay… I'll be fi-"
"I insist." Davis interrupted at once, while picking up some of Ken's bags and beginning to walk in the other direction.
Ken looked hesitant but took the time to stare at Daisuke's beaming smile, and had nothing to do but agree. Still quivering as he got away from the dewy grass, he couldn't help but be thankful that someone had come to his assistance. "But- don't you have school today??" He asked suddenly. He would have raised an eyebrow, but now he was just too tired.
"What?" Daisuke asked, spiraling around again. "Oh…" He paused for a second then replied, "Nope! Not until the afternoon!" He knew the lie was unbelievable, but he nor Ken cared, for they knew the older one was in need, and the younger one was only too pleased to help.
Ken didn't comprehend why, but the efforts were appreciated all the same.
***
See? Short. According to me, anyway. And yes, the egg thing *will* make sense to certain people. ::nods head::
*points* That's right. I'm talking to you. *coff* Anywho! I must be off to go and-- sleep. -__-;;
And what fic would be complete without my closing line?
Remember kiddies!
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*Taichi…*
*Wake up…*
"Stop it…", he moaned, trying to demolish the noise by covering his head with a pillow. "I don't want to get up yet…"
"Come on, Tai…" His mother's voice rung clearly in his ears as she yanked the covers off of him. His body instantly cringed, curling up tighter and snapped his eyes shut in irritation. "I made you breakfast…" she urged, resting her arm next to him.
"No thanks…" he replied with an exhausted yawn, "I'm not hungry at the moment…"
Mrs. Kamiya stared at him in disbelief. In all her years, she had never seen her son 'not hungry at the moment'. "Are you alright??" she asked gradually, "Maybe you're-"
"No…" he interrupted directly, "I'm fine. Just tired. I couldn't sleep."
She looked him over then asked in a concerned tone, "Is something bothering you?? Your eyes look a little red… Are they sore??"
"Yes…" He said absent-mindedly. "I mean- no! I- mom…please, just let me sleep for a little longer…"
She sighed loudly then eyed him a little longer before announcing, "Well, it's going to get cold soon, so don't stay too long. You don't want it to get soggy, do you??"
He didn't bother to reply, instead threw the covers on again and twisted around till he was comfortable. His mother guessed there was nothing else left for her to say, and left with her hands on her hips.
Once sensing that she had left, he permitted himself to look around a bit at the blinding light that shone in the open windows. Noting that the coast was clear, he threw off the bed spread once again then opened his bedroom door and peered around. The only other person in the house was loomed over a frying pan, cooking something that smelt like eggs. (OOC: *waits for 'certain people' to crack up* They know who they are.)
He slunk by carefully then slipped into the bathroom, making sure that the door was locked after him. As soon as he was inside, he hurried over to the sink and let the tap water run into the basin for a couple minutes. He let it trickle over his hands for a while before beginning to splash it onto his face repeatedly.
*Why didn't I rinse after?? Its no wonder she noticed something was wrong…What is this- the millionth mistake I've made in 24 hours?!*
After wiping away the tear-stains that had embedded themselves on his cheeks, he twisted the knob and unplugged the sink then opened the door and marched into the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom…" He announced with fake cheer, "I'm ready for breakfast now…"
***
"Ouch!… Fucking door…"
Yamato trudged into his apartment, bitter and upset. His eyes were sore from mourning while the rest of his body was stiff from sitting in the rain for so long in nothing but a thin black jacket.
Upon glancing around, he knew instantly that Ken had already left. The place looked emptier then before as the suitcases and other luggage had been taken away. He searched around for some sort of note, but there was none that he could see. The sole light was a tiny red one, flashing in a continuous rhythm.
The answering machine.
He treaded over until he reaching the small device and pressed the button with his saturated index finger.
"Hey, Matt, this is Lance calling, just wanted to confirm that you're going to be there for tomorrow's practice… You've missed two already and we're falling behind… Call me back!"
Not really feeling that now was a good time to call, he got up and started pouring himself some cold coffee from the pot that his father had prepared while listening to the other voice mails.
"M. Ishida, this is Clint calling from CTB, there's been a mishap with the towers, we're trying to fix them at the moment… But the scheduling might be a little off. Sorry to have to bother you."
Matt stifled a bit of a laugh as he pictured his dad frantically hurrying through the station trying to get things back on track. Being head of a TV station had it's ups and downs, but the downs had definitely taken their tolls on him. Between his job and smoking, the two made him edgy and constantly worried about keeping things working. Stressful, yes, but if he liked it, who was his son to go and tell him to loosen up?
"Uh- hi Matt, this is Tai..."
Instantly, his head shot up, spilling coffee all over the table and soaking the papers that were already resting on it. He frantically tried to clean it up with a nearby towel, glancing up at the machine and waiting for more of the message.
"I just wanted to apologize about what I said early tonight... I didn't mean it- I was just- it was on the spur of the moment!"
He sighed loudly, wiping his eyes again.
*Go figure. Tai goes and makes a mistake, then tries blaming it on something else…*
He felt himself becoming agitated once again, distraught from the events that had passed earlier that night. Trying to remember everything that had happened was difficult, as it all seemed like a blurred picture in his mind. To his surprise though, the machine kept going, though this time the voice came out in a different tone.
"Look, I didn't mean to hurt you like that... I wasn't thinking. I know you're still upset at me, but if you get this *please* call me back, we need to talk."
Yamato felt the knot in his stomach tighten from guilt while he paused from mopping up the mess on the counter.
*How could I have done anything so stupid??? Why couldn't I have taken at least one minute to think of the consequences??*
His eyes were flying out of focus from the tears of ire that had begun to spill onto his face. It had been less then 12 hours, and he had managed to destroy the only relationship that had meant so much to him.
*I don't have to- tell him, do I?? Maybe- if he didn't know…"
But he cleared the thought from his mind as quickly as it had arrived. No, he had screwed up, and it was his responsibility to fix it. Even if that meant having to admit what he had done. He squirmed from the thought of the reaction, but at this point, he really didn't have any choices left…
He flung his cup at the wall and watched on in stupefaction as it cracked into millions of pieces while the remaining coffee drenched the wool carpet. Breathing was getting harder now; it was a struggle to do from all gasping and crying he'd done. Not bothering to pick up the shards, he grabbed his coat again and headed out the apartment door for the second time that day.
***
'Dear Kari,
I don't really know how to say this, seeing as I don't think there's an obvious or easy way. I'm sure you've known for a while, but you've never really chosen to react… I've liked you for a while now, Kari, but I haven't been able to come right out and say it. Sure, I've hinted, but that's about it. So here I am, now, telling you that I really do care about you.
I don't know how you're going to respond, or if you're going to answer this at all, but I just needed to let you know. Maybe if you got the chance to know me better, you'd feel differently then you do now. All I'm asking for is a chance.
Daisuke'
The goggle boy treaded languidly to school, kicking the tiny stones in front of him as he went along. He gripped the side of his backpack with one hand and a small pink envelope in the other.
*Should I give it to her?? I know she already likes T.K… but-I have to try, don't I? I can't just cower once I see that there's someone else who finds her pretty… I mean, who doesn't? She's so sweet and considerate- it's impossible to deny it anymore…*
"Davis??"
His head turned upwards as he faced the direction that he had heard his name.
"Yeah?" He asked before seeing whom it was. He didn't trust his vision after he saw it though. "Ken??"
The boy in front of him was none other then the blue haired boy genius though he didn't look as presentable as he usually did. His clothes appeared to be damp from water and his eyes were almost a shade of crimson being rubbed. His tresses were frizzed and matted along with his bags that all looked in about as bad shape as he did.
"Hello, Davis…" Ken said in a stunned voice. "H-how're you?"
"I'm alright…" Daisuke answered curtly, "But what about you?? I hate to say it, but you look awful…"
"I'm-" Ken stopped as if saying the words was taking an enormous amount of effort. "I-'m…I'm…"
Suddenly he stopped, fell to the ground and dropped the bags behind him. His skin was wet from the weeds that had accumulated water from the night before. He looked as if he were shaking though Davis couldn't understand why.
"Ken??" He asked, lifting his hands and jarring him profusely, "Ken, get up! What's the matter??"
But Ken couldn't answer, nor did he want to at the moment. He tried to sob, but all his tears had been cried out hours before. "I'm sorry…" He wept softly, "I'm just-"
"Don't worry about it…" Davis replied bluntly, "But what's the matter?? You look like you've been beaten or-"
He couldn't finish, as Ken raised his hand as I signal to stop. "I don't want to talk about it right now…" he said in a raspy voice, "I just can't…"
"Oh…" Daisuke said, not trying to pry, "Alright…" Upon seeing Ken's condition, he realized that he was going to have to give him some place to rehabilitate for a while… He couldn't continue on the streets of Odaiba like this… "Come on, Ken…" He said shortly, "Let's get you somewhere to rest… You can come over to my place…"
"No…" Ken replied, "That's okay… I'll be fi-"
"I insist." Davis interrupted at once, while picking up some of Ken's bags and beginning to walk in the other direction.
Ken looked hesitant but took the time to stare at Daisuke's beaming smile, and had nothing to do but agree. Still quivering as he got away from the dewy grass, he couldn't help but be thankful that someone had come to his assistance. "But- don't you have school today??" He asked suddenly. He would have raised an eyebrow, but now he was just too tired.
"What?" Daisuke asked, spiraling around again. "Oh…" He paused for a second then replied, "Nope! Not until the afternoon!" He knew the lie was unbelievable, but he nor Ken cared, for they knew the older one was in need, and the younger one was only too pleased to help.
Ken didn't comprehend why, but the efforts were appreciated all the same.
***
See? Short. According to me, anyway. And yes, the egg thing *will* make sense to certain people. ::nods head::
*points* That's right. I'm talking to you. *coff* Anywho! I must be off to go and-- sleep. -__-;;
And what fic would be complete without my closing line?
Remember kiddies!
~Reviews are like presents! Nice to give away, but even better to receive!!~