Whoa!! I'd forgotten I was reposting this fic along with my others!!! Chapter one's been up for ages!! Eek!! Gomen to those reading it!!! . I wrote this March 1st exactly. My birthday... Wel I stayed up all night writeing it. Root beer makes me hyper if I drink like 6 cans along with seven up, coke and dr.pepper... Heehee. My first fic idea EVER!!! It's a twisted idea too. See! I've always been weird and perverted!!! Go ME!!!


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Jyou sighed as he reached the relative sanctuary of the dinner. He hadn't wanted to do that. Nor had he wanted Yamato to react that way. It was his own clumsy ways and how repulsive he was. Why would Yamato confide in him anyway. Not went he'd had Taichi the oh so wonderful leader of the digidestined. He was handsome, together and everyone liked him even when he was being an ass hole.

*It just isn't fair. People like him get everything..*

He kicked the door frame and looked out once more to the slim figure sitting by the cliff. There was something almost delicate about this scene before him. Yamato looked ready to blow away on the wind. Jyou was sure that if Taichi had been trying to comfort him, he would have responded. He wouldn't have turned away like he had from Jyou.

The blue haired boy found himself getting angry at Yamato for being so isolated from everyone else including Jyou.

*Don't the rest of us, don't I deserve some attention? Just because he doesn't want to talk to anybody doesn't mean we don't! And he's the only other person here to talk to!*

A/N I repeat in my fics the digimon have no place! Their there but have no part in the happenings okay? Okay.

And then a selfish , petty side began to show itself in Jyou's thoughts. He was so wrapped up in his own hurt and loneliness he began to think of doing something he shouldn't. Not that he hadn't dreamed of doing this before but... It was part desperation for some form of contact and wanting something he knew he'd never have. Then never being one to hide what he felt or not do something he wanted to Jyou walked back towards the emotional Yamato leaving behind his old self.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Heehee evil me..anyway Yamato's point of view from here on.

Yamato was still teetering on the edge of tears when Jyou sat down beside him once again. To say the least he was annoyed.

*Why wont he just go away. Agh I can barely stand him as is. Go away Jyou. Read thoughts go away and leave me alone...*

"Go away Jyou." Yamato voiced out loud knowing Jyou couldn't read body language to save his life.

He didn't move in fact he just stared at him. This was weird. As long as Yamato had known Jyou the older boy hadn't been able to maintain eye contact with anyone for more then a few seconds and he never initiated any sort of conflict. Yamato decided to ignore him and continue to look away.

"No..for once I am not going to back away from something..." Jyou muttered making Yamato wonder what the hell he was talking about.

* I don't need this right now...Not when I feel so..alone. I don't need stupid incompetent Jyou trying to patch things up.*

But he didn't leave nor did he begin talking trying to cheer the blonde up, instead.... Instead to Yamato's complete and utter shock he moved closer and reached out to place one hand on his cheek. He pulled Yamato's head around and kissed him. Not some little kiss on the cheek but full on the lips.

Yamato was still to grief muddled and depressed to react much as Jyou slid his tongue across his lips before pressing to gain entry. Jyou's other arm snaked around Yamato's waist pulling him closer. His tongue darted in and out of Yamato's mouth while his mind reeled in shock.

*Oh my God. I can't believe..Jyou is kissing me...and I'm letting him! Taichi....*

Even though he felt horribly guilty Yamato suddenly found himself responding to Jyou's not so subtle advances. One hand held onto the arm around his waist the other grabbed Jyou's shirt pulling him closer. He kissed Jyou back massaging his tongue with his own. The blue haired boy moaned deep in his throat and held tighter to Yamato. He pushed Yamato onto his back and leaned in over him. He began to trail small kisses down Yamato's jaw line and pulling down the neck of his shirt, along his throat pausing to suck at the sensitive skin making Yamato moan quietly.

*What am I doing? I can't do this... I can't betray Taichi like this.... But Gods I've been so lonely..*

But things had gone too far for Yamato to stop them now. Jyou had now slipped a hand underneath his green turtle neck and caressed his chest gently. Yamato closed his eyes and ignored the nagging little voice of reason and kissed Jyou again as the boys lips once again sought his.

*I'm sorry Tai...*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heehee no fun yet kiddies. Lets move ahead in time shall we?

Yamato stared out at the water watching the clouds pass across the water surface reflected perfectly. It was a beautiful day but Yamato didn't see it. He was guilt ridden and ashamed of what he'd done. He loved Taichi more then anyone else in the world. Even Takeru didn't hold quite so special a place in his heart. The brown haired boy had managed to draw him out of his isolation, had befriended him then became so much more. He'd always listened never questioned and had never judged Yamato for anything he was told.

*Then I go and betray him like this. I am a complete baka. Why did I let That happen? With Jyou of all people?*

The worst thing about it all was Jyou had changed somehow. He was still clutzy and impossible to talk to but for that brief time he'd been out right demanding. He'd barely ask for something before taking it. All his uncertainty and hesitation had completely disappeared. It scared Yamato. All the next day he'd seen Jyou giving him little looks. His eyes had been hungry.

*True we didn't do much...no more then me and Taichi did but..*

Yamato knew the older boy wanted more. He wasn't prepared to give more. All in all he didn't even have much of an idea What Jyou wanted. He obviously didn't care for him like Taichi did. Their encounters had always been easy not forced...like the first time.

~~~~~~~~Flash back music cue now!

He'd been playing his harmonica again just far enough away from the group that he wouldn't bug them, close enough that Takeru still knew he was there.

He sat there playing out his heart as always. The anger he still felt over his parents divorce, the pain of being separated from his parents and the loneliness he felt every moment of every day.

A sound from behind him startled him and he stopped playing. He lowered the harmonica from his lips and turned around. It was the wild haired 'leader' of the digidestined. He smiled slightly though not the great big grin he normally sported.

"Hey Yamato, I heard you playing and......well wondered if I could stick around?" he said hesitantly.

Yamato just looked at him coldly. He didn't Want any company especially not this kid. But while Taichi looked away from his cold gaze he kept talking.

" The rest are being kinda loud and I was...well I wanted to sit somewhere quiet but not alone ya know? I wont say anything." Taichi asked looking back at Yamato with older eyes then he normally seemed to have.

He nodded once surprised at himself and turned away from his brown eyes. He lifted the harmonica to his lips while Taichi sat down beside him with an ungraceful thump. True to his word he didn't speak. Didn't even fidget like most boys his age would with nothing to do but sit.

*I guess he's not such a block head after all.*

Yamato thought managing to forget his troubles as he thought about the enigma at his side. Taichi was turning into a bit of a mystery. Energetic and completely gungho he seemed the perfect candidate for leadership. Then at other times he showed for brief flashes a more sensitive side.

He puzzled over this letting the music carry his thoughts. Eventually he turned towards more depressing issues once again. His problems never left him for long. The music as always reflected his mind to anyone sensitive enough to understand. He thought none of the digidestined would understand nor care.

Sighing he stopped playing as the air began to chill his fingers, goose bumps appearing on his bare arms. It was time to go back to camp and sleep.

"Why do you always play sad music?" Taichi asked quietly.

Yamato turned to look at him as if to question his asking. Taichi gazed back blankly just waiting for an answer. The blonde shrugged his shoulders and looked at the harmonica's faint silver sheen in his hands.

"I play what I feel." As his short answer.

"Oh." Taichi said.

"Does playing help?"

That startled him. It was something he did not expect from the boy. That and he sounded as if he truly did understand. To his surprise Yamato found himself answering with something other then to tell the other kid to buzz off.

"Sometimes, not always." he said quietly.

A gloved hand suddenly appeared and placed itself on his own. He looked up surprised into a pair of very soft brown eyes. Strange before that point he hadn't noticed how very gentle those eyes were behind the electric energy they normally housed.

"What would help? All the time and always." Taichi asked looking deep into his eyes.

"I....don't know..." Yamato had said and did something he hadn't planned on that surprised them both.

He'd leaned forward and gently kissed Taichi on the cheek. He drew back quickly surprised at himself and terrified that Taichi was going to freak out. But he'd forgotten that when Taichi had leaned forward himself to kiss him back.

After a few moments they'd both backed up. Neither of them looked completely unsurprised. In fact they both looked like they'd been knocked in the back of the head with a board.

Yamato stood up quickly scared of being this close to anyone. He didn't want nor need to open up. The last time he'd done that they'd been ripped away from him.

Taichi had other idea's. He reached out and grabbed his hand pulling the blonde back.

"Don't...." Yamato asked unsure of what he was talking about.

"No I wont. I wont leave." Taichi had said completely oblivious to what those words meant to him.

"Promise?" Yamato had whispered surprising himself for at least the fourth time that night.

Taichi had nodded and leaned forward once more and this time they kissed together. Their arms had wrapped around each other. Yamato holding on to this new place growing in his heart refusing to let it go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End flash back end chapter.

Tada! What cha think? That flash back came outa no where. Solves the problem of how they got together for the second fic ne? Yeah. So please R&R and there will be one more chapter and an epilogue. Yeah that sounds right. Anyhoo time to do REAL work! As in writing and...shudder..math. Ugh who needs order in this world! I say kill off math and..wait...computers ARE basicly math right? Ahhh shoot. Never mind...just wish I didn't have to use it.
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