By Mina
Yamato pulled over to the curb and rested his head heavily on the handles. Maybe he could just run, no one would know. Quickly he dismissed that thought, dismounted and went to check on his victim praying ferverently for him to be okay. The brunette was out cold but seemed alright. Yamato gave a sigh of relief, right before he saw the pool of blood behind the man's head. Matt cursed, he had to get to a hospital. He realized he was not the best person to care for someone with a head injury but he had no choice. As he scooped up the smaller man he gave yet another fine string of curses. He had forgotten that their only mode of transport was a motorcycle, great, why didn't he just leave him to bleed on the sidewalk, might be easier for everyone. Regardless he hoisted the man unto the bike then climbed on behind him. It was a bit tricky steering and holding the unconscious man as still as possible, but thankfully the hospital was not that far away. Yamato just hoped he would make it in time.
It was way beyond dark when Taichi finally won his fight to be released. They had been trying to hold him for only God knows how long, but there was no way he was spending the night. A slightly irrational fear of the place gave him enough fuel to argue them into defeat. Triumphantly he stepped out into the night air, silently congratulating himself. His state of euphoria was short lived, however, as the morning's events came rushing back to him. He had no car and he couldn't call Sora to pick him up, she'd bit his head off for sure. He glanced at his watch before groaning loudly. He couldn't even go home now, not at this time. The woman had enforced a curfew and even he had to stick to it. According to her if you couldn't get home at a decent hour then you don't deserve to be let in. Yeah, strange psychotic tendencies were her forte.
While standing on the steps weighing his options he saw a darkened figure shift in the shadows. It appeared to be watching him and Taichi got the strongest urge to be anywhere but there so he began a brisk walk in the opposite direction.
"Hold on a second!"
Taichi turned around to see the figure step out towards him. He waited and the other man continued.
"You okay man?"
Taichi peered at the blond suspiciously.
"Why do you care? Who the heck are you?"
He was met by a sheepish grin as the other scratched his head.
"Well…I'm kinda the guy who ran you over."
"And you have the nerve to come and talk to me, you fucking psycho?!"
"Hey! Wait a minute, you were the one who walked out into the road with his head stuck up his ass."
"Fuck off." Taichi turned and walked off, he'd just go to a motel, sleep it off and explain everything to Sora tomorrow. He reached into his pocket and cursed before whirling around to the man still behind him.
"Where's my wallet?!"
"How the fuck should I know?" Yamato smirked and started to walk off before Taichi ran at him with fist swinging. Yamato caught him by the collar and drew him up to eye level.
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you."
Taichi yanked himself free panting and rubbing his neck while mumbling about what was he supposed to do for the night. Yamato looked on in amusement.
"Tell you what. Since I did sorta get you into this mess I'll let you stay with me."
Taichi looked up at him with obvious disdain and disbelief before giving a snorting laugh. Yamato sneered,
"Fine by me you little prick, stay out here and rot."
Taichi calmed down as he realized that apart from the hospital (and there was no way he was staying there) he had no options so he stopped the blond with a hesitant,
"Actually…that's not a bad idea."
Yamato grinned at him before saying,
"Come on then, let's get a move on. Don't want to be out here too late, you never know what's waiting for you around the corner." Yamato gave him a wicked grin and Taichi, petrified, was stopped in his tracks. The blond howled with laughter at the look on the other's face.
"You're so God damned easy! I'm only fucking with ya!" He continued down the sidewalk with a grin as Taichi followed behind him wondering seriously what he had got himself into.
A/N: This one is longer at least. Review and tell me if you like it so far.