A/N: Thanks for the reviews!    There's gonna be some swearing in this chapter, and I hope you don't mind…

Chapter Two:

He put the knife against the pale skin of his wrist. Yamato closed his eyes and his grip around the pointed object tightened until his knuckles had turned white.

Past memories swirled in his mind and mixed together until they just became a confusing jumble of buzzing noises and drones. The sounds grew louder and louder until the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of the cold steel pressed to his wrist. Becoming strangely aware of his heartbeats, the steady pulse seemed to strengthen as the seconds crept by.

Then the creaking of the front door opening reached his ears. Shit. He hadn't locked the door, and the only one who would think of just walking right into the apartment without at least knocking at first was…

"Hello~oo? Yama, you home?"

Taichi.

It was if a cold hand made out of ice gripped Yamato's heart. Why had Taichi chosen this time to pay a visit?

'No,' Yamato wanted to answer, but of course, he didn't. Instead, he flinched at a loud noise of something crashing to the floor and accidentally dropped the knife.

When Taichi heard the sound of the knife landing from around the corner of the wall, he figured that Yamato probably was in the living room. A nervous feeling settled in his stomach as he peeked into the dark room. Why hadn't Yamato turned the lights on?

"Yamat… What?" He let out a startled gasp as he saw the deathly sharp kitchen knife's blade gleam in a dim flicker of brightness from the moon outside and then looked into the blond boy's eyes. So dismal… almost as if they were broken. "What…?" Taichi repeated, not seeming to be able to choke the whole question out, or just being too speechless for the moment to utter any words at all.

Yamato clenched his teeth together, his brain not knowing what to neither think nor do or say. Finally, after a small number of short seconds, which had felt like one hour each, he managed to get his body moving. He stalked out of the living room, passing Taichi, and then going into the kitchen. Taichi hurried to follow him.

"What… What were you doing," he pressed out, eyeing Yamato as the other boy searched the cupboards after something, "with that knife?"

"What the… what the fuck do you think?" Yamato spat, big, crystal-like tears welling in his azure eyes.

Taichi started to take a few steps towards his friend, reaching out a hand.

"No! No, don't… come any closer to me,"

"But…"

"No, please… Don't," Yamato at length found the thing he had been seeking, and pulled out a bottle of pills from the cupboard. "I'll take 'em. If you get any closer I'll take 'em," he said, unsuccessfully trying to hide the waver in his voice.

The sound of Yamato's fingers opening the brown bottle broke the desperate silence afterwards.

"You said you wouldn't!" Taichi yelled, panic clearly showing in his tone. But to his relief, the blonde at least let the now-open-bottle be in his hand. His eyes were fixed intently on Taichi, almost digging into his, Taichi's, own brown ones. It was like if he had him under a spell. A feeling he had become used to over the past months. The feeling that had brought him here to this apartment in the first place.

"Why did you come here?" Yamato questioned, his voice barely audible, and as if he had read the other boy's mind.

Breaking the stare, Taichi gazed down on his feet. "I-I…" he hesitated.

He had to say it!

Not noticing the tremble that had taken over Yamato's body, Taichi opened his mouth once again. "I… lo… was worried… about you," He bit his tongue. Hard.

He had to say it, damnit! Coward.

Obviously not thinking straight, he took a step forward. Yamato scrambled backwards, away from the other boy, but not before Taichi got a glimpse of the bottle's label. He felt like bursting out laughing, or crying, which one, he didn't know, but it was a relived feeling. He took yet another step forward, keeping his movements slow, not wanting to scare or surprise Yamato.

But quickly rushing past his friend, Yamato and Taichi for a second time found themselves in different corners of the kitchen, Yamato by the cupboard he had been searching through before, and Taichi by the fridge.

"I told you not to come any closer," Yamato's grip around the bottle tightened until his knuckles had turned white.

"Yama," Taichi said gently. "That wont work."

Confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Taichi moved a little bit closer.

"I'll take them!"

"Nothing will happen."

"Why?"

"Nothing will happen." Taichi repeated.

Yamato looked down on the bottle. He had taken the wrong one. This one wasn't his father's sleeping-tablets. He threw it into the cupboard again, and then found the right one, an about identical brown bottle, which had been placed in the back, behind some other things.

Taichi's face filled with fear once again. "No, Yama! Why are you doing this?"

Why? He couldn't tell him that. He couldn't! 'Taichi, you're the main reason, actually,' No way! Never.

"Why are you doing his to me!?" Taichi screamed. He hadn't mean for it to come out as a scream, but it had.

A sort of tightening wrapped itself around Yamato's heart. It made him feel like if it was hard to breathe and sent shivers down his spine. "I'm sorry," he said, bowing his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Shhh, Yama," Taichi tried, not daring to come any closer. He closed his eyes, willing the tears away. It's now or never, I guess, he thought. "I love you, Yamato,"

Yamato didn't answer and Taichi almost wondered if he had said anything at all.

"Yamato, I love you. That's why I came here."

This time, he heard something. A whisper.

"No… no, no, no…no…" it kept saying. The bottle of sleeping tablets fell out of Yamato's hand and hit the floor, breaking, and sending all of the pills across the carpet and linoleum. Yamato, himself, collapsed to the floor as well, not seeming to notice the shards of glass around him. His eyes were burning with hot tears and he hid his face in his hands.

"It's okay, Yama…" Taichi carefully approached him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Can you forgive me?" He wrapped his arms around the shivering boy's body. A muffled "I love you," and a nod against his chest was the answer he got.

Yamato let sank into the soothing embrace and used his arms to add to it. He felt a soft kiss on his tear streaked cheek and Taichi rested his chin in his golden hair.

"Can you stay with me?"

"I'll never leave."

A/N: Ugh… kinda rushed, I know… But anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!

/ThatGirl