Alemi: *sarcastically* Oh such the original title.

Me: Shut up. You're not even meant to be in my author's notes, it's bad enough that you've taken over my profile-

Alemi: That's because it was boring.

Me: *sighs* Hello! Anyone who's read my fic, 'Late Night Radio' will know what this is about. Anyone who doesn't…

Disclaimer: In the TV series, does Matt end up with Tai? No, so Digimon isn't mine, is it?

Warning: As you may have gathered from that disclaimer, this is a TAITO fic. That's yaoi, shounen-ai, or whatever you want to call it. Two guys romantically linked. Don't like it? I suggest you leave now.

Right. This is the companion fic to LNR, showing things from Matt's POV. People seemed to think it wasn't a bad idea, so I thought, hey, why not, and here it is. Again, I'd like to stress that I have no idea how radio stations really work, so please don't yell at me because of technicalities. Erm…

The Matt/Tai dialogue IS the same as in the other one. This is not because I'm being lazy, it really is necessary so the two fics match up! The rest is all new, and different.

Thanks and the dedication for this chapter must go to Natsu for agreeing to beta this, and for her enthusiasm for it, as it also rubbed off on me, and inspired me to write. Nothing else to say, so on with the fic…

Late Night Radio (Edition 2)

Song Words

Ishida Yamato stared out of the limousine window at the yellow street lamps that flashed past, looking for inspiration. He glanced back down at the pad of paper in his lap, and chewed at his lower lip thoughtfully. He only needed a few more lines to finish the song he was writing, but what to write?...

Looking out of the window again, a wide smile broke across his face as he saw small white flecks begin to spiral down out of the sky. Snow... It made him seem like a big kid, but he loved the snow. It always made him feel happy, and brought back good memories for him, particularly the strange time it had fallen when he had been at summer camp when he was eleven...

The blonde's blue eyes widened slightly as inspiration struck, and he picked up his pen and began to jot down lyrics. He hummed softly as he did so, making sure that they fitted into the tune that he had already created in his mind.

"...And every time, when the snow falls... It reminds me of you..." he muttered, and then surveyed his work critically. He smiled, and put the lid back on his pen with a satisfying click. Finished. He leant back into the seat and closed his eyes with a sigh. A few minutes later he frowned, and opened them again. Damn, he wasn't tired enough to simply fall asleep.

Then again, what time was it anyway? He glanced at his watch. Nearly midnight, so he ought to feel sleepy...but he didn't. It wasn't as if he had woken up particularly late that morning, so what had upset his sleep pattern this time? Probably it was because he and his band had just gotten some time off for the fast approaching Christmas holidays. It wasn't that he didn't like being in a band. In fact it was quite the opposite, he adored being in the Teenage Wolves, and not just because of the millions and the fame that went with being a megastar. He loved it because it had been his dream to make it big, ever since that band had formed years ago. But still it was nice to get away for a few weeks, as the collective insanity of the other band members could get overwhelming if endured for long periods of time.

Yamato decided to just sit still and enjoy the peace for a moment, but soon found himself fidgeting. Leaning forward in his seat, he spoke to the chauffeur.

"Er, hey, Hitoshi?"

Their eyes met in the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, Ishida-san?"

"Can you recommend a good radio station?"

"For this time of night? I'd try 97.6."

The singer frowned slightly. The number sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Which station is that?"

"KPLD."

"Hey, that's the one with DJ Chi, isn't it?" The driver nodded affirmation, and Yamato realised why the number had sounded familiar. Several people had recommended the show to him... But not just that. Lots of people had recommended lots of things to him over the years, but that particular one had stuck in his mind for two reasons. One was that it sounded kind of cheesy, and the second was that it reminded him of someone he once knew, but had lost touch with. He had never tuned in before however, had always been too busy, and not especially interested. It was meant to be good though...

"Hey, why not." he said to himself with a shrug. "Let's see if this guy is as good as he's made out to be..."

He quickly tuned into the station, and sat back to listen, his mind already beginning to drift, back to past things remembered.

"And that's it from me," a female voice chirped brightly. "Now it's over to DJ Chi for our late night music feature!"

A new voice cut in.

"Hi there everyone, this is DJ Chi, here with you from midnight through to six in the morning."

Yamato was jolted from his thoughts at that voice, and sat bolt upright in his seat It couldn't be... His chauffeur looked at him, concerned, in the rear-view mirror.

"Yamato? Are you okay?" he asked, dropping the formalities in his anxiety over the welfare of his passenger.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." he replied faintly, still listening intently to the radio. "Don't worry about me..."

Hitoshi still looked worried, but didn't pursue the matter further.

"At this station, we're open to requests, so if you'd like to hear a particular song, then just give me a call!" DJ Chi continued. "The number, if you don't already know it, is..."

Yamato quickly flipped to a blank page of paper, and scribbled down the telephone number as it was read out. That done, he just stared at it, only half listening as the DJ talked for a short while longer, rousing a little when the music began. Kami-sama... It couldn't be, and yet it was. He hadn't heard that voice for five long years, but he'd know it anywhere. DJ Chi was none other than Yagami Taichi.

But now that he knew that, what the hell was he meant to do about it? Five years... He couldn't just call him up out of the blue, could he? If anyone had been watching him at that particular moment in time, they would have noticed that he looked uncharacteristically nervous. Uncharacteristic, that is, in comparison to the cool, calm persona he presented to the press, only showing his true emotions to his closest friends. He glanced at the number again, and felt a small smile begin to tug at his lips.

Why not? The present was as good a time as any, and there was no way in hell that he was going to let another five years slip by without getting in touch. It would haunt him forever if he did. He pulled out his cell phone and switched it on.

He dialled.

As he listened to it ring, waiting for someone to pick up on the other end, he gathered his composure. There was no way that he was going to appear anything other than calm. Just treat it like an interview or something…

"Hello, you've reached the KPLD radio station, how may I help you?" a cheerful female voice spoke a moment later.

"Hi, I'd like to be put through to DJ Chi, please."

"You're calling to request a song?"

"Yes, that's right." He answered smoothly. It would be of no use to say the truth, that no, he didn't want to request a song; he wanted to speak to his friend. Saying that would provoke too many awkward questions that he just wasn't in the mood to answer.

"Okay sir, I'll just have to put you on hold for a moment whilst I put you through to him…"

"Fine."

Listening to the inane 'hold' music in one ear, and the radio in the other, Yamato used those few moments to organise his thoughts. Hmm… Maybe he shouldn't just come out with, "Hey, I'm Yamato Ishida, remember me?" Thinking about it, that would probably be a bad idea. He could have a little fun with Taichi… Now that sounded like a much better idea. He'd always wondered what would happen if he was an anonymous and highly irritating caller; what reaction he'd get. And also it'd give him a chance to see if his friend still recognised his voice…

The current song ended just then, and he turned down the volume of the radio just as DJ Chi answered the phone and spoke to him.

"Hi, caller One!"

"Hi, DJ…" he paused momentarily to stop himself adding the 'Tai' part in. "Chi."

The reply wasn't instantaneous, and the blonde began to wonder whether if his friend had realised it was him…then was inordinately disappointed when he was answered as a regular caller. Damn.

"So… How are you this fine winter night?"

"Oh, not too bad I guess…" he answered easily. "But then again, I've always liked snowy weather. Brings back good memories." It was true of course, but the singer was hoping that Taichi would catch the subtle reference back to that fateful summer camp when they were eleven. The first time they had met each other.

"Snow?"

"Yes, snow. Or haven't you looked out of the window yet tonight?"

"No, I haven't." came the faint reply, and for a moment the blonde thought that his friend had caught on. He thought wrong. "Well that's good to see." He came out with, and Yamato swore under his breath as he continued to talk about snow and Christmas to all the radio listeners. Was Taichi deliberately being stupid or something? Because it sure felt like it…

"So… Caller One, do you have a name?"

"Yes." He replied automatically, only half-listening.

"And, er, are you going to tell me this name, or shall I just continue calling you 'Caller One'?"

"I'll think about it." He teased, only Taichi didn't seem to quite get the joke.

"Er, right."

The blonde decided that he had better give his friend a bit more of a clue, as otherwise he ran a distinct risk of being hung up on.

"All right, all right, it's Yamato."

"Gnh."

That was as much of a response as he got.

"Hey, are you all right?" he asked, concerned.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." By the surprised tone, although he was trying to hide it, maybe his voice had been recognised. So what was Taichi going to do about it? "So, Yamato, what song would you like to hear?"

Chikusho! By the sound of it he was going to do absolutely nothing. He flipped his pad of paper back to the page he had written his lyrics down on. Right, one last, huge hint as to his identity, and if Taichi didn't get it then he didn't know what he'd do…

"Actually DJ…Chi, I think we should do things a little differently."

"Ye-es… And how would that be?"

"I think I should sing you a song." And he launched into the song he had completed only minutes before, before his friend had the chance to say anything.

"Well…" Taichi stuttered when he finished a few minutes later, and Yamato smiled to himself. Finally… "Unless I'm very much mistaken, that was Yamato Ishida, lead singer and guitarist for the Teenage Wolves. If you haven't heard of them, then where have you been for the past five years? Hi, Yamato, it's an honour to have you on the show! How are you and the rest of the band doing?"

"Oh, not so bad." He laughed, but inwardly he felt confused. What was with the interview tactics? That wasn't the sort of thing you said to a friend, and that's what they were, right? Then again, it had been a long time… He pushed away his doubts and continued talking in the same casual tones. "We're taking a break for Christmas right now, but we'll be back in the studio to record the new album early next year."

"And what was that song called that you just sang for all our lucky listeners?"

"I don't know about the 'lucky' part, but the song was…" He suddenly realised a slight oversight on his part. "Actually, it doesn't have a name yet. I've only just finished writing it. What do you think?"

"I think it's amazing."

"Really?" He was surprised at the sincerity held in Taichi's voice.

"Really."

"Well, that's good to hear, but then again, I always could rely on you, couldn't I? How you been Tai?" It wasn't exactly how he had wanted to start this re-acquaintance, but he couldn't think what else to say.

"Uh, well, you know…"

"Nah, actually, I don't." he said truthfully, but it didn't get taken quite the way he had meant it to be.

"Stop being difficult!"

Well, if he was going to be called 'difficult'…

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you."

"You'd be disappointed with me if I did."

"That's true" Taichi laughed, and in doing so audibly relaxed. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you."

"That's good to hear."

"Ditto."

"You wanna do this conversation later? Because, just in case you'd forgotten, this is still being broadcast across the country."

"Ah, all right then." He lied. He did not want to continue the conversation later, he wanted to continue it now. But displaying his stubborn streak live on air… His management wouldn't be too happy about that. "If that's what you want. I'll call back at the end of your shift. Er, what time's that again?"

"Six in the morning." The regret in Taichi's voice made him feel a bit better for some odd reason. "Look, if you stay awake until then, you're gonna be really tired and everything… Maybe you should just leave it-"

"Nah, not going to happen, I'm afraid." He cut in before the sentence could be completed. "You don't get rid of me that easily. I'll call back at…6:01. That okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure…"

"Well, you better be there to answer it, or you're in trouble."

"I'll be here."

"Good. Talk to you later then Tai!"

"Yeah, talk to you later, Matt."

Yamato pressed the button to end the call, and just stared at the phone in his hand for a few moments. He barely noticed the silence that came form the radio, which was still playing quietly, for a short while before Taichi began to speak again, sounding slightly stunned.

"Ishida-san?" Hitoshi probed gently after some time.

"Hmm?" he murmured absently.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He said happily, and really meant it. For some reason he was feeling a lot better all of a sudden… "Hitoshi?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know where the KPLD radio station is?"

"I do."

The blonde wondered whether the slightly amused tone was really there, or if he was just imagining it.

"Can you get me there for, say, 6am?"

"If that is what you want."

"Yeah, that's what I want to do. It's not like I have to be anywhere at a particular time… Er, you don't mind, do you?" he added, suddenly realising that he was asking for a particularly long extension to his scheduled trip, and that Hitoshi might have somewhere to get to, even if he did not. "If it's too much of a bother then I can always catch a taxi or something to get me there for six after you drop me off."

"It's no trouble Ishida-san." The chauffeur said firmly, and the singer was reassured. He had hired a limousine from Hitoshi's particular company, and had been driven by him enough times to know that when he said something, he meant it. "I'll just call in and let them know I'll be back later then scheduled."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yamato leaned back and turned the radio back up to its previous volume. And as he let Taichi's voice wash over him, he barely noticed the time passing.

To be continued...

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And that's all for now! It's on the same time scale as LNR, so I need to write another two chapters in order to get it up to the same point… But what did you think? Is it worth me writing the rest of it?

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