Wishing you were Here
Chapter 1 - Without your Love
A/N Hey everybody, this is my first fic so please be gentle! Constructive criticism is okay... Please review and tell me how I can improve!
"Yamato! Are you listening to a word I'm saying?"
Yamato looked up tiredly, his thin face and startling blue eyes scrutinizing him behind long blonde bangs.
"Yes Dad."
It was an outright lie, and they both knew it, but his Dad just turned around, fumbling for the doorknob while putting on his coat. He winced as his father slammed the door behind himself, and closed his eyes, leaning heavily against the wall and biting his lip.
It was dark now and he wouldn't be back until late in the morning. He was all alone.
Yamato let down his guard and all the weakness and vulnerability flooded back as he sighed and licked his lips, sinking down onto his knees and curling himself into a tight ball.
He rested his head onto his lap, his breathing soft. He wanted so badly to sleep, the cold bit out at him. Band practice had been running overtime lately and homework kept him up past reasonable hours.
It was snowing outside. Winter.
Something recoiled slightly inside him and Yamato shut his eyes. It had been so long and yet he still... He forced himself away from the thought, from the dull ache that had started in his chest.
He had a lot to do; he couldn't afford to dwell on little unnecessary things. His father would be drunk and in a sore temper when he finally returned. He couldn't risk getting on his bad side. The house was a mess and he had to cook the second round of dinner as well as breakfast before he came back, he'd gotten into trouble the last time he forgot.
Yamato unconsciously touched his left cheek, as though the punch still hurt. He was cursed with pale alabaster skin, the kind that bruised easily and looked far worse than any injuries actually were.
He wished he could invite somebody over, the silence slowly pressed him in. He wondered vaguely whether Tai would still be awake, if he was thinking of him. He shook his head violently and gave a bitter smile. Tai didn't even remember him.
He'd begged and begged his father to go back to Odaiba for a visit. They'd moved away when he'd received a promotion. It'd meant that Yamato would change schools, move house and never see his friends again, but what was that when compared to hard solid cash and a stable job?
His father had finally agreed, but only because he had business to do there anyway. It'd been maybe two years since he'd been to Odaiba. Not much had changed. He remembered standing outside the school gates, anxiously waiting for school to let out. Tai would be so excited to see him, they'd chat for ages, and Yamato would give him his new address and phone number. It'd be great! Almost like he'd never left. He couldn't wait to see Tai's expression.
He'd smiled when he saw Tai running towards him, his eyes wide and his face twisted into that idiotic grin of his. Yamato had made the mistake of lifting his hand to wave. He'd rushed right past him.
Crack.
He remembered turning, confused and hurt. Tai had gone straight for the girl behind him. Sora.
Yamato's eyes stung and his heart sunk horribly. His cool façade vanished as he watched them. They were laughing and joking around, having a good time. Without him.
"Tai?" Yamato asked desperately, his voice low. Tai didn't hear him. He linked hands with Sora, shifting his backpack to the other shoulder, and they walked together down the street.
Crack.
His vision blurred. Why was his face so wet? He touched his face. Tears. Yamato broke down. He punched the brick wall, barely aware of the numbing pain that enveloped his fist. Why? Why are you the only person who can do these things to me? Why am I so affected by you? What have you done to me? I hate you Yagami Taichi, god I hate you.
Crack.
Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed into his hands, his whole body shuddering as the agony wracked through him. Blood smeared over his cheeks until it looked like his eyes were bleeding.
What did I ever do to you? Why are you doing this to me?!!
Yamato was crushed. He ran blindly to the car when it pulled over, wrenching the door open and throwing himself onto the backseat, loud sobs escaping his lips.
Who was he kidding? What had given him the vaguest idea that Tai would have missed him? Hell, what had given him the idea that Tai had thought so much of him in the first place?
Crack.
Yamato didn't remember the trip back home, only that when he finally reached his room, he'd collapsed onto the bed and cried his heart out.
Shatter.
That's it for now...What do you think?