Disclaimer: Alrighty, I forgot to add this little thinger last time, so here it is now! I don't own Digimon, or Yamato, Taichi, Takeru or Hikari in any way. *sniff* No matter how much I wish I did...

A/N: Well, I got reviews begging me to keep Yama alive, but I still haven't decided on whether I will or not. =D I might decide to be eviiiiiil! Anyways, this chapter includes a much perkier Yamato, so be grateful!

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Could It Be Any Harder

Chap. 2

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"Yama needs you."

As soon as the words reached the brunette's ears, he'd dropped the phone and rushed about, scribbling a note for his mother, who'd gone out to run errands a few minutes after Taichi got home, and pulling his sneakers on, he fled out of the apartment and towards the hospital.

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Takeru met him outside Yamato's room a few minutes later, when Taichi arrived, puffing and out of breath after sprinting to the hospital.

"Ta-keru," He panted, then waved a hand and waited until his breath returned to him before trying to talk again.

"Takeru, what happened?" Taichi asked, his eyes scanned the younger blond's face.

Takeru shook his head slowly, "Yama, he... ano..." The boy bit his bottom lip, then said, "He's with doctors right now, they wheeled him off somewhere. They're probably doing all kinds of tests..." The worry crept steadily into his voice as he looked up at Taichi with scared eyes.

"Do you know when he'll be back? When we'll be able to see him?"

Takeru was shaking his head, just as the doctor Taichi had spoken to earlier was heading towards them, alongside him a bed was being pushed and Tai recognised the familiar frame.

"Yama!" He rushed forward, his eyes full of concern. Then he looked up and glared at the doctor. "What happened?!"

"We don't know for sure..." The tall man said slowly, "He should be waking up any moment now," He motioned towards the hospital room they'd wheeled Yamato into and began to walk away.

Taichi sighed a little, pulled himself together, and stepped into the painfully white room.

And they waited...

An hour passed, and Yamato didn't move an inch.

So they waited...

Two hours. Taichi was standing by the window that overlooked the street, watching the cars pass. Takeru and Hikari were getting them something to eat from a nearby take-out place that Takeru knew of.

Two and a half hours...

"Taichi..."

Brown eyes widened in suprise and Taichi spun around to face a bright-eyed Yamato, sitting up in bed, looking quite cheerful.

"Yama..." Taichi mentally shook the urge to rush over to the blond and sweep him up into his tanned arms, "How are you feeling? You look alot better,"

Yamato smiled, genuinely smiled, and eyed his brown-haired friend with interest, "I'm feeling alot better too!" He chirped. At it was true, Yamato felt as though he could do anything.

Taichi edged towards the bed, feeling a little unsure, because Yamato was supposed to be sick. He was supposed to be near dead. Yet, here he was, looking better than ever. He stood near the foot of the bed and watched Yamato for a few moments as the blond looked around the bare room.

"Kinda boring, isn't it?" He asked, his tone slightly sarcastic. The blue eyes focussed on Taichi and Yamato suddenly looked a little disappointed, "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Tai faked a grin and slid onto the bed. Intending to stay seated near his friends feet, until Yama's hand latched onto his arm and dragged him closer. Yamato scooted over, making just enough room for Taichi to lay on the stiff white bed beside the blond. Tai slid back against the pillows and sighed gently, before he knew what was happening, Yama had an arm snaked around the brunettes waist and his golden-haired head softly resting on his chest.

Holding his breath for a few seconds, Taichi finally decided he'd wrap an arm around his best friend.

"Tai?"

"Nn, Yama?"

"Is this too weird for you?" The blond looked up with big blue eyes and Taichi only just managed to catch himself before he fell into the vast depths of them. He shook his head slowly and smiled.

"Iie, Yama-chan, it's not weird at all." He said softly, and Yamato nodded ever-so-slightly, but didn't say anything. Instead, he lay silently gazing into the large brown orbs with a small smile playing at his light pink lips. Taichi's hand wandered up from his friends waist to mingle with the sandy golden locks of hair. His slender tanned fingers twirled and untwirled the blond strands around themselves and Tai smiled absentmindedly.

"Tai?" The brown-haired boy nodded to show he was listening. Yama placed his head back onto Tai's chest and sighed, "I wish I could stay like this forever."

"What do you mean, Yama-chan?" Tai's voice showed his confusion at the boys statement very clearly.

"Well..." Yamato paused, thinking, "I just wish that I could stay like this forever, with you, I mean..." The blond trailed off thoughtfully.

Tai smiled to himself, and after a moments silence he said, "Yama?"

"Tai?"

"Don't leave me here alone, Yama-chan." The brunette whispered, barely loud enough for Yamato to hear.

Silence. Yamato considered Tai's words while listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Yama-chan?"

"I promise, Tai-chan." Yama looked up at Taichi again, and gave him a gentle smile.

"Yama, I -" Taichi was cut short by Yamato's finger against his lips, and before he could try to say anything else, the pale slender finger was replaced by pale pink lips. Soft, pale pink lips. The sweetest, softest, pinkest...

Tai was drowning in Yamato.

'This would definately be the best way to die' The brunette thought, and smiled into the kiss.

"Ano... 'Niisan?" Takeru. His voice sounded unsure. Yamato groaned.

"Hai, otouto?" Yamato pulled away from Taichi slowly and turned around to face his little brother, a devious smirk upon his lips.

"A-ano..." Takeru stuttered under Yama's gaze, then backed slowly out of the room, closing the door after him.

"Yama!" Taichi cried, then burst into laughter, the blond soon joined him.

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It was a few hours later, and Yamato was still wide awake, but he was starting to look exhausted again.

"Maybe you should get some rest, Yama-chan." Taichi said, eyeing him with worry. They'd changed positions, now it was Taichi lying with his head on Yamato's chest.

The blond shook his head quickly, his golden locks twisting together messily, "Iie, Tai"

Taichi frowned, "It's okay, Yama-chan, I'll stay here." He sat up and pulled Yamato to him, wrapping his arms tightly around the pale boy's waist. Yamato sighed.

"Alright... Promise you'll stay?" Yama asked, cautiously inspecting the brunette to see if he was telling the truth. Taichi nodded.

"I promise."

Yamato nodded slightly and laid his head on the other boy's tanned shoulder. He closed his eyes and nuzzled Tai's neck before dozing off, and Taichi watched his angel sleep.