Well, that was a fun night. I curled up in Tai's arms, wishing I was at home on my own so I could cry my eyes out and do something I'd regret the next day. I'd left the vodka in the resturant.

"Dammit." I muttered into Taichi's shoulder.

"'Dammit' what?" He asked me quietly. "Yama, what's wrong? You can tell me, y'know?"

I could have hit him. Should've done. Instead I let out a bitter chuckle. What's wrong? Oh, uh, nothing much. I'm completely reliant on alcohol, I've lost almost four stone in weight, My wrists look like a map of the underground, I've tried to kill myself three times in the last month-

Taichi shook me fiercely. "Never, Ever, EVER do anything like that to yourself ever again. Do you hear me?" I'm an idiot. I spoke out loud. Oh well. I think the punch to my head has affected me more than I thought. Or the vodka. Anyhow, his vice grip on my mincemeat shoulders was hurting like Hades.

"What the hell do you care?" I asked, half in anger and half just plain self pity. He tilted my face up so he could stare me out with those gorgeous chocolate eyes. And those cheekbones. And the soft, possesive lips. It was worth being pounded into jelly; even worth making Sora hate me forever; just to know what those lips felt like. God knows I've been fantasing about that enough. My shrink thinks that I have a 'deep, unresolved connection with someone whom I feel inadaquate to' No shit Sherlock.

I started babbling. My thoughts were coming out in big choking sobs that racked the whole of my body and were for the most part incoherant. But I was also oddly detatched. I could see Takeru with that pained expression that came with the knowledge he couldn't help me. And the others looking on worriedly as Taichi rocked me back and forth.

I let the darkness envelope that conciousness and drifted into the black velvet of peaceful numbness.

Then I babbled some more, jerking myself back into self pity.

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