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Well lots happened in the last chapter, no?

Even more things occur in this one ^-^

Unspeakable
Chapter 11:

Fine. I know that your brother fucked you last night. And I think you wanted it more than he did.

It had taken a few moments of silence for all of us to interpret what Shou had said, especially Shou himself, it seemed, for he wore an expression of horrification on his face that didn't seem to want to fade.

It had been Taichi who broke the awkwardness. Nothing of the sort happened, Shou. Nothing at all.

Fuck you Taichi. Fuck you and you're stupid lies, Shou said in an eerie, calm voice. Why else would Yamato be this –––? Tell me that! Look at him!

Yamato, what happened? Shun asked.

I glanced at Taichi and shook my head ever so slightly. Then, I turned to Shou and said, Please, listen to Taichi. Nothing of the sort happened. It's–– Pausing, I took a deep breath, for the lie that escaped my lips was so great and it took much recollected energy, ––disgusting to suggest Taichi and I had sex. I don't even know where you got such a disgusting idea from. Taichi is my brother.

Shou bit his lip. He stared intently into my eyes with this smile that I cannot describe. It was a knowing smile, and I had the queer feeling it meant something deeply. Yet, I could only stare at him with amazement, for now I pondered how he knew. And suddenly, I realized everyone was staring at me and calling my name. I could only vaguely hear it as I let go of Shou's arms and backed into Taichi.

Then, two strong arms wrapped around my shoulders as blackness overswept me

***

When my eyes opened, I was surrounded in darkness. At first, the thought of blindness came to mind. However, the innocence when awakening from sleep faded away rather quickly, leaving me with the insightful knowledge of what happened. The only conclusion I gained was that it must have been late evening.

Upon that assumption, Taichi wandered into the room and carelessly went about doing something that I could not distinguish, and again I assumed that he must have presumed me asleep still. It wasn't until he turned on the light and faced me that he realized I was awake; his eyes immediately softened.



How long have I been out for? was all I could ask.

Well, Dad picked you up from school after you fainted and it's been six hours since then.

The memory of my fainting had entered my mind and I frowned before the door opened. My father greeted me with a concerned smile as he asked of my well being.

Before I could reply a single word, Taichi said, He confirms our suspicion of having the flu. He feels naustious.

It might be a good idea for you to stay home tomorrow from school. Would you like me to make you some soup?

I couldn't have been more confused at the moment due to the lies appearing from my brother's mouth, but I agreed to have a little bite to eat, for the rumbling in my stomach proved that it was empty. After my father left, I turned to Taichi and demanded why he would lie about my health when I was feeling fine.

I had to find some excuse why you fainted. What was I supposed to say? That you fainted because of your guilt for fucking me.

I didn't faint because of that, I whispered.

Like hell you didn't. Yamato, I know you just as well as you know me, and after last night... Well, I think I know you even better, Taichi said as he sat on my bed next to me. His hand ran along my leg before he looked away and sighed.

No, you don't, and I flung his arm right off my lap.

He was silent for a moment, only making a small noise when his lips collided with my own forcefully before he pushed my body away so that my head hit the post of my bed and ran out of the room. I sat there, clutching my head and staring at the door with such betrayal and guilt that it was almost unbearable.

The first thought that formed was that I didn't want to go to school and that I would do my best to fake sick for the rest of the week.

***

Wednesday and Thursday passed both very slowly and quickly. Whenever I laid in my bed and stared at the matress above me, it seemed like the seconds would drag on endlessly and nothing was getting done, for I was supposedly sick. So sick that I needed bed rest, just like my dear mother in the room next to mine. On Wednesday, I completely ignored that she was there. Well, I tried too. Ignoring her deemed itself far too difficult because of my guilt on knowing this was all caused by both Taichi and myself. It wasn't until Thursday afternoon that I actually mungered the courage needed to visit her.

I remember how scared I was. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, her eyes fixed upon my own and her breath grew short. All I could do was apologize. She said something that I can't stop thinking about. It's arisen an entire new meaning to everything, and suddenly, I feel even more distant from my family and Taichi.

What she said was this: Yamato, I know things have been rather confusing lately You're growing up. Don't let this be blamed for how you have been acting. Something is going on, and the greif you have been putting me through is more than anything combined through both yours and Taichi's life span. You're my child, but don't ever make the same mistake I did

And so on Thursday evening before I had to return to school, I was in the middle of working out the mystery of her mistake. Was I her mistake? Was my being born her mistake? Perhaps it had to do with the date of my birth. Once again it lead to the mystery of why I was born on a completely different date than Taichi. Yet, I barely had any time to contemplate this due to Taichi giving me endless mounds of attention, as well as my father, Hikari and even my mother, who suddenly felt much better and was rummaging throughout the house in an attempt to find wheat germ.

Then there was Friday. Much of the day was spent avoiding people and skipping classes. In fact, Taichi had lied to many of my teachers and said I was still sick. Not sure how that is going to work, but somehow it will have to because I wasn't fit being there.

And I have the feeling I'm not fit to being in my room. Or my apartment. Or with this family. Again I feel like the puzzle piece in the wrong box, and not even Taichi could make me feel any better when he had been comforting me on Friday afternoon, after school.

Yamato, just stop this Stop dragging it on like a little drama queen.

Oh thanks, I mutter, yet I clutch his shirt tightly for the fear of him letting me go. There wasn't any comfort in result from the act, but it was needed.

He sighed and closed our lips together lightly, pulling away only a moment later to say, I love you.

The words were chilling. Frightening. Forbidden in the context they meant, for I knew that Taichi didn't mean it in a brotherly love way; he meant it in a sexual lover way. For once, I was eternally grateful for the interupption of Hikari poking her head into our room just after moments of pushing Taichi away from me due to shock of him saying those three little words.

Dinner's ready and we're expecting company, Hikari said. She smiled and ushered us both out into the kitchen, where Taichi and I stood looking confused.

Who's coming over? Taichi asked. I thought Dad's boss wasn't coming for supper in weeks.

He isn't. It's a surprise, my mother replied. She turned away in what seemed like penitence, for she cast her eyes downwards and looked rather sad

Although, the doorbell rang before I could grasp any thought on the issue, and when I followed Taichi to the door, I could only marvel in astonishment when Shou, Takeru, and a fair haired woman were standing at the doorway. The blonde known as Takeru smiled at me unexpectantly and winked.

Takeru! I didn't know you were coming! Hikari beamed as she passed through Taichi and mine's shoulders to greet the guests in our home. Why didn't you tell me?

My father looked nervously at Hikari and gave her a stern look before he awkwardly greeted our guests and bid them inside.

You have a very nice place, the woman commented. She then turned to me and held her hand out. You must be the adorned Yamato.

Pausing, I forced a smile and nodded as I took a hold of her hand and slowly shook it. It was warm, and it gave a fuzzy feeling in my heart. Her hand was also the same colour as my own. I stared at it briefly before glancing up and forcing another smile.

After akward shaking of hands with the rest of my family, my father announced that dinner was to be served. He, himself, sounded rather nervous and glanced at me endlessly, which caused anxiety to wash upon myself. The boy was the one I couldn't stop staring at, and sometimes I would give a questioning glance at Shou, who would always cast his eyes away. The entire dinner was rather abrupt and difficult due to this.

Not only was there that, but the woman was rather cold and rude about everything. She poked at her food like it was poisoned, and when we sat having drinks afterwards, she was studying the glass, as if it were dirty.

So Yamato, what do you like to do in your spare time? the blonde woman asked, frowning at her glass before glancing up to meet with my eyes.

I'm in a band with Shou, I replied, having the urge to roll my eyes––as if she hadn't known that already.

Right, right, she said, tapping the side of her glass with long, ravishing finger nails that looked ready to kill.

Yet another awkward moment of silent occured, which seemed to be the hundreth that night. And any time, I could have sworn Taichi was going to burst out and make a foolish mistake.

If only I hadn't been right.

Don't mean to be rude, but why the hell are you here? he inquired.

my mother scolded. Then, she turned to the woman and immediately began apologizing, You know boys Always the naughty ones.

Would have expected that from your son. At least my two boys have not only beautiful blonde hair, but are well mannered. Isn't that true Yamato?

Two boys beautiful blonde hair Something about the words dawned upon me, but my mindframe wouldn't put them together properly to comprehend. Silently I stared at the woman, willing myself to say something––anything, but nothing would show. Finally, I said, Excuse me?

You're such a handsome boy, Yamato. I always knew you would grow to be. Whatnot with your handsome father being the most handsome man on the football team––

Would anyone like tea? my mother interrupted suddenly, standing directly between the woman and I.

Dad never played football Taichi muttered from beside me. He turned to Shou and scowled before turning towards me again. What is she getting at?

I couldn't reply to that, only stared bewildered at the woman I was beginning to despise due to her lack of compassion. Everything she said was so hurting, yet I had no idea what it meant.

She went on, No tea, thank you. Please do not interrupt. My son–– her hand motioned towards me indolently, ––is much more well mannered than you are. I should have never let you take on the resonsibility––

Now see here! my father roared as he stood, looking more powerful than I had ever seen him in his life. You promised to tell him gently! Not like this! You were sixteen years old; you were most certainly grateful for us to take him off your hands because you were the little tramp in the school who made a mistake. If you think that––

You know nothing! she snapped. Sure I wasn't as dignified as her younger sister, but I was not a tramp. Mistakes happen, and it was certainly a mistake handing Yamato over to you.

You were practically begging us to, my mother yelled, my sister told me you were begging for her to ask us to take Yamato because we were older and already had Taichi. Don't you dare lie and say Yamato being raised as our son was a mistake!

Please, stop it I whispered.

Noody could hear me, though. The world around me was yelling, with Taichi now joining in and saying useless things, per usual. I didn't have the nerve to glance at Takeru or Shou because if I did, I knew I would burst into tears.

Hikari wasn't my sister. The mother and father I had been raised with were merely pitying me for being a child to a teenage mother The world suddenly felt so empty, so cold It reminded me of ice spreading over a lake. The water only able to sense the terrible to occur, yet cannot do anything about it.

And I could only stare ahead of me as the three adults and one teenager scream at one another. All about me. All supposedly concerned about me.

Yet, I was only a trophy. A trophy to be claimed as a son, only it wasn't like anyone wanted me. I was a burden on the family for years. Sure I listened to my parents or as I should say now, the Yagami's, but I burdened them with my continous practise habits with the band they disliked, and not to mention my smoking habit.

I glanced over at Shou and Takeru. My eyes must have been pleading for the yelling to cease, for Takeru tugged on the hem of his––our––mother's shirt and said, Enough, Mother. You've had your say, now let Yamato have is.

You're right. Where are my manners? She sat down as if nothing of the sort had happened, as if we were back to where we were just before the truth came out. And why wasn't anyone saying anything to me about it? Why were they all yelling at each other and not paying attention to myself It was all so baffeling

Do you have anything to say? Takeru asked. He smiled at me and tilted his head, as if finding my state amusing.

I sneared at him. Then, I stood up, walked in front of the Shou and threw my arm back as I punched him square in the face. You fucking never fucking told me! You never told me! You knew all of this time and you never told me!

Taichi grabbed my arms from behind before I could do any further damage and whispered in my ear, It's going to be okay Just don't

My hands began to shake and I could feel myself vibrating against Taichi's frame. Everything suddenly dawned on me. This entire dinner was all planned to tell me to tell me that––that

I'm adopted, I whispered.

End of Chapter 11

Whee! Now the truth's out. Please give me an opinion of what you think. It would be greatly appreciated.