Hero Worship

Part Two

~Natsu~

A/N: Well people seem to want me to continue…*shrugs* I live to please. Ack no…*smacks self in head* That is not the kickass-take-no-prisoners attitude that we have been carefully cultivating now, is it Natsu? But I guess that readers don't really appreciate rebellious authors. So I'll behave and continue this. ^^ Mmm…I seem to have a memory of Tai having bunk beds…I think I might have made it up in my head…but a memory is a memory and bunk beds seemed to work quite well so I went with it. And for those of you who want Kensuke…you're going to have to be patient because it's gonna be a long build up to it.

Don't know anything about the Japanese school system so I have improvised and created my very own system! Hooray! It's basically the same one you have here when you're doing AS/A2 levels.

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon or the characters. Sumi, however is mine. Not that anyone would want her…she has a tendency to bite.

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my alarm was going off. Which pissed me off because it was a Saturday and that meant that I had been so out of it the night before that I had forgotten to turn the alarm off. Looking back, I now understand that I must be thicker than I thought because that was just a completely stupid thing to notice first when there were so many other really huge things that were actually far far more noticeable. The second thing that I noticed was that the alarm was making a weird noise that was definitely not the noise of my alarm. Not weird as in really weird…like an elephant noise or something…but weird as in the incessant beeping was of a different pitch and pattern. It seemed louder too. But it was Saturday morning, and I was still suffering some kind of morning after the shitty day before hangover, so I really couldn't have given a damn about the pitch of the alarm. The only thing that mattered was that it had to go OFF. So, I reached a groping hand out from under the covers to turn it off, as you do. Thing was, as I reached across the gap between my bed and the nightstand, my hand collided with something hard that felt distinctly like a nightstand. Which was weird, because as I just mentioned, there is a definite gap there. 'Gap' meaning 'empty space', not 'solid object'.

I opened my eyes blearily and tried to focus them, all ready and prepared to yell at Jun for messing with stuff in my room. But as the blurry shapes began to develop into actual recognisable objects, I nearly had a heart attack. Because I was not in my room. Unless Jun had done some admirably elaborate rearranging just to confuse me, I was in a completely alien room. Which really is a very scary thing to wake up to.

I shoved myself up from the bed in a great hurry and immediately wished I hadn't as my head hit some solid surface above me. And before you ask, yes it hurt. A lot. I slumped back against the pillow, reeling from my second nasty shock of the morning. I didn't get a chance to recover from that one before life hit me with the third, which came in the form of a melodic burst of laughter.

"God you idiot. You'd have thought you would have learned that there's another bed up there by now, but no…" a voice reached my ears from right beside me.

Startled, I did the amazingly clever thing of trying to jump up quickly again and successfully smashing my head. Again. I caught on quickly after that though, and ducked as I hopped urgently off of the mattress, avoiding hitting myself again on what turned out to be the upper bunk of a set of bunk beds. The previous morning, there had been no excuse for my clumsiness. But on this particular morning I think you can forgive me for it because I recognised that voice as soon as I heard it and, let me tell you, it sent a huge wave of panic sweeping through me.

Yamato's face was positively alight with affectionate amusement from where he lay on the bed, Taichi's bed, I suddenly noticed, propped up on one elbow. Now you understand why I feel like such a fool for noticing the alarm clock first.

"That's going to be a helluva a bruise you know," he informed me, grinning and tossing ruffled blonde bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a crumpled, pale blue button-down shirt that for some reason looked as though it didn't belong to him and the sunlight leaking through the blinds was catching his hair, tossing careless highlights across the blonde surface.

"Oh God," was all I could think of to say.

"Oh God what?" Yamato asked as his shirt slipped almost deliberately off one shoulder.

"Oh GOD."

"What?" he asked again, sitting up properly and looking at me with mild concern. "Don't tell me you actually managed to hurt yourself?"

I could only gape and move my mouth soundlessly. Give me a break okay? I was probably in shock or something. The whole waking up in a strange room when I had very definitely gone to sleep the night before in my own bed was bad enough, but waking up next to HIM of all people was definitely enough to give me a little spell as a gaping, speechless idiot.

The next thing I knew, Yamato had slipped elegantly out of the bed (not so much as grazing the surface of the bunk above him, I might add) and was standing right in front of me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, slipping a hand under my chin and tilting my face upwards. Naturally, I panicked and looked down. It was an automatic reaction. All I could think of was the fact that I had just woken up with my idol's half-dressed boyfriend.

"Dai, look at me, okay? You might have given yourself concussion or something," Yamato's mellow voice commanded gently and I lifted my eyes, noticing three things, simultaneously. Firstly, the fact that he had called me 'Dai', which meant that he definitely knew who I was and that it couldn't just be some weird misunderstanding. Secondly, I was able to look into his eyes quite comfortably. I didn't have to look up about a foot above me. And THAT meant that either he had shrunk or I had grown. One of the two. Whichever it was, we were now roughly the same height. Thirdly I noticed that his eyes were even more incredible from close up, and if he wanted me to look at him then I was more than happy to oblige.

"Your eyes are focusing okay…guess you didn't hurt yourself too badly," Yamato muttered, more to himself than to me. I was just starting to adjust to this new close proximity and formulating an idea that perhaps I had quite innocently spent the night at Taichi's house after the party along with the others and that I had dreamt Jun coming to drag me home early, when Yamato threw that all up in the air by brushing his lips delicately across my forehead.

It was a shock to say the least.

To my credit, I didn't panic. Perhaps because it happened too quickly for me to actually react, as such, but that's beside the point. I watched numbly as Yamato stepped back and ran a hand through his hair.

"You better hurry up and get ready. We're going to be late," he stated, as if this should mean something to me.

"Yeah? Late for what?" Even now I am still proud of how steady my voice was.

"Duh. For school." Yamato turned distractedly and snatched a pair of jeans, presumably his, from the back of the desk chair.

"But it's Saturday…" I said uncertainly. Hey, everything was out of whack. Why not the days of the week too? Yamato gave me a sympathetic look.

"Wishful thinking Dai. It's Monday."

"Monday?! Aw man, I missed the whole weekend?!" I couldn't help myself. I love my weekends. Yamato looked at me oddly. If I didn't know better I'd have said he looked confused. It was adorable.

"Missed? But…ugh. Whatever. Don't confuse me early in the morning Dai. You know I can't functioned right. Function. God…"

It was so weird. I'd only ever seen Yamato acting completely and utterly one hundred percent together. To see him being scatty was kind of cool. Proved that he was actually a real person under there.

"You're fun to confuse," I said, without thinking about it and when Yamato actually stuck his tongue out at me in response, I almost laughed out loud. Childishness seemed as alien in Yamato as scatty behaviour did.

"Well I'm getting the bathroom first, so there," he threw back, and waltzed out the door, closing it sharply behind him.

You know how sometimes in a crisis, you suddenly find all this inner strength to draw on and simply act on adrenaline and instinct and pull through it award-winningly? But then as soon as the crisis is over and the adrenaline runs out, that's when the panic sets in and you freak like never before? That's pretty much what happened to me the second Yamato shut that door. Whatever it was that had been keeping me from panicking before, suddenly collapsed and everything hit me at once.

My first coherent thought was 'What the fuck?!' This was like, absolute mental meltdown. I felt like laughing. Really loud and really maniacally. I mean it had to be a joke or something, some kind of trick that someone was playing on me just for kicks. But if it was a joke then I was missing the punch line in a really big way.

It was then, just as I was feeling on the verge of panic, like when all your thoughts start to merge into one and you know that any second you're just going to lose it completely, that for no rational reason that I remembered that wish. The thought occurred to me in the same way that the wish itself had done the day before, a sudden burst of clarity and certainty in a massive jumble of my typically disjointed thoughts. There was no reason for me to remember it suddenly, I mean, like I said before, I would never rationally have thought that it could come true. And to be honest, I don't think that I'd normally have actually remembered even making the wish. I'm not known for my memory, in case you didn't know. But suddenly, there it was. It just popped into my head, poof, and I knew without doubt that that stupid wish made over a birthday cake had become a reality.

Looking back, it seems insane that I would have believed such a thing. But to be fair, it's not like I haven't seen anything stranger. I needed an answer, one threw itself at me and I was quite willing to accept it. More than willing. I gave myself up to that explanation totally, without a second thought. Instead, I concentrated the few thoughts I had on trying to work out exactly what I was going to do now that I'd established that the impossible had occurred and that I had somebody else's life.

My God, I had somebody else's life. What did that even mean? Did that make me Tai? Or was I still me? Yamato had called me Dai…and I definitely felt like me, but did that mean that I still was me? What had happened to Tai? Was he still here? Was he me? Would he look like me? Did I look like him?

To answer that last question, I glanced around the room for a mirror, and not finding one, opened the wardrobe door on a hunch. Sure enough, there was a mirror on the inside of the door.

Looking at myself was weird, to say the least. I looked like myself, only different. I guess, I looked how I would look in a couple of years time. And to be honest with you, I looked GOOD. Even if I do say so myself. It was a pretty pleasant surprise, that's for sure. Not that I don't look good normally, but like it showed that I was going to stay looking good for a while yet to come. Sweet. I laughed happily at my reflection. This was fantastic! I suppose really I should have thought about it properly and realised that having Tai's life might not actually be quite such a good thing, but at the time, all I could think about was the fact that literally overnight, my crappy life had turned into something unbelievably perfect.

I was busy trying to see what different shapes I could make with my hair when a knock at the door sent me into another panic. For some reason I knew that it wouldn't be Yamato. The knowledge that he wouldn't have bothered to knock must have been automatically planted into my brain or something. So that meant that it could only be family. Taichi's family, surely. If I still had my own family, there's no way Yamato would have left my room alone. Not while Jun could be prowling the hallways. But Tai's family…I didn't really know them that well. I mean I knew Kari, and I guess his mum seemed nice but what if they knew? What if they could tell that something was wrong? I wouldn't fit in and they'd know that I wasn't part of their family.

And how would I explain what had happened?

Before I had a chance to think any further, Kari poked her head tentatively round the door, eyes closed.

"Please tell me you're wearing clothes," she said hopefully and I couldn't help but crack a grin. At least I wasn't having to deal with Tai's father, whose name I can't even remember.

"Sure I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I replied through my grin, closing the wardrobe door. Yes, I'm vain, but that doesn't mean that I want other people to see me being vain. Taichi's sister snorted calmly as she opened her eyes.

"Don't give me that. Just because Mum and Dad are clueless doesn't mean I am too." She paused to step inside and glance around the room. "Where's Yamato?"

"Bathroom."

"Ah. Well you'd better hurry up, Mum says. You're going to be late again. Are you walking with us this morning?"

Oh God, were we? How was I supposed to know?

"Erm…"

Kari sighed patiently while I dithered and tried to decide whether I should say yes or no. I wished Yamato was here to make the decision. It wasn't even a hard decision or anything, but it could have given me away or something. I don't know. My brain works in weird ways.

"Are you going to be ready in five minutes?" she asked.

"Erm…probably not."

"Then you're walking on your own. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah sure. Hey Kari?" A thought had suddenly occurred to me as Kari was starting to close the door and she stopped, looking back at me. "This might sound weird but…tell me who you walk to school with again?" Her brow crinkled in the confusion that I had expected.

"Dai, you know who I walk with…"

"Humour me." I said quickly and she looked at me like I was crazy but complied anyway.

"TK, Tai and Ken. Why?"

"Tai?"

"Ye-es…"

"Oh. Okay. Thanks." Well that answered that question, I thought to myself, feeling slightly shell-shocked at the idea.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kari asked, looking at me with bewildered concern.

"I already asked him that," Yamato's voice floated to my ears, as he appeared quite suddenly behind Kari, "He hit his head."

"Yeah, um, I did. But I'm okay. Don't worry about it." I put in hastily, suddenly wanting them both to leave so that I could get a chance to think everything through.

Well…at least Kari could leave. Yamato would undoubtedly have greatly helped the thought process.

"If you're sure…" she threw me a concerned look before turning her attention to Yamato. "Just don't let him walk into anything on the way to school," Kari told him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," Yamato returned with a grin, before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He was already dressed for school and although his hair was still damp from the shower, he looked amazingly presentable for the short amount of time that he was in the bathroom for. I always figured he must spend hours in there every morning to look as good as he does. He ran a hand through his hair, which fell gracefully back into place and then looked straight at me. I swear his looks are practically tangible. Those eyes fix on you and you're lucky if you don't get knocked right off your feet.

"You're not ready," he stated, sounding irritable but not surprised.

"Ah…no."

"So you better make yourself ready." His tone didn't leave room for argument. So I didn't argue. I'm not stupid.

"Right."

Ten minutes later, after a frenzy of books, shirts, toasters and shoelaces, I was standing outside Taichi's apartment building, munching on the last of my toast and mentally applauding Yamato's efficiency in getting me dressed, fed and out the door in time. We started the walk to school in a companionable silence. It felt weird. Companionable silence was something I was used when I was with Ken or TK, not Yamato. It was weird, but nice nonetheless. It was nice to not have to worry about thinking of something to say to him that wouldn't make me feel like an idiot. Yamato broke the silence first.

"We get our tests back in Maths today, right?" He asked.

"Um…don't remember. Think so," I replied vaguely.

"Ugh. I bet I failed." There was a foreign note of worry in Yamato's voice.

"Bet you didn't. If anyone failed, it'll be me." I hate Maths. I'm terrible at it and it doesn't help that my best friend is just about the best maths student that this world has ever seen. I'm better with arty things. Numbers tend to confuse me. Give me charcoal over a calculator any day. Yamato's voice brought my attention back to him.

"What are you talking about? You're good at Maths."

"I am? Well I mean…well yeah." Smooth. Way to look like you're not completely out of place. Yamato seemed too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice though, tossing stray locks of blonde hair out of his eyes.

"At least I have music after to calm me down." I made a noise of agreement, wondering what lesson I would have then. This day could prove to be difficult.

As we entered the school gates I found myself inching gradually closer to the comforting blonde presence at my side that was Yamato. It felt like the first day at a new school all over again.

"Hey Daisuke!" The voice made me jump and I turned to see an unfamiliar boy nodding at me in greeting. I smiled back uncertainly, nearly jumping out of my skin as a hand clapped me on the shoulder.

"Great game on Saturday, Dai! What we like to see!" another unfamiliar guy grinned at me before moving on into the stream of students entering the building. We followed, entering through the main doors and starting down the corridor and the random greetings continued.

"Dai! Hi!" A female voice chirped, as an arm slipped easily through mine. A petite girl with pouty lips and black hair in little bunches beamed at me. "Hey, that rhymes!" she giggled cheerfully, then asked, "Did you have a good weekend?" I resisted the urge to reply that I wouldn't know because I had skipped it completely and instead mumbled in an indefinite way. The girl seemed unperturbed, turning her attention to Yamato, who was still walking beside me.

"Morning gorgeous," she grinned at him and Yamato smiled back, obviously doing a better job of recognising her than I had done.

"Alright Sumi?"

"Not bad. Practice tonight, yeah?" she asked and I suddenly recognised her as being the drummer in Yamato's band.

"Yeah. If Koji actually bothers to turn up."

"Tell me about it. How was the game Dai? Sorry I couldn't make it."

"Oh er…good."

"Well that's a surprise. Still haven't managed to shake that pesky winning streak, eh?" she smiled wryly at me, and there was something in her face that made me like her.

"Nope. I'm thinking about seeking professional help," I replied, playing along and she laughed in response. She had a great laugh that made me want to laugh right along with her.

"Aren't we all?" She paused and let go of my arm as we reached the classroom "Well, here's my stop. Thanks for the ride. Later, Yama."

"See ya Sumi."

She waved as she disappeared into the classroom and we continued down the hall. I'm sure that I had heard Taichi say before that he and Yamato were in the same homeroom. Which was a good thing because I had no idea where I was going. I simply followed Yamato into a room a few doors down and slid into the seat next to him. The teacher at the front of the room, Mr.Furusawa was almost as bad as mine and I could tell from the second I walked into the room that I was going to hate him just as much. He kept giving me the same evil 'I am going to make your life a living hell' looks that my teacher used to give me, and I could have sworn that he was positively leering at Yamato. It was disconcerting to say the least. To avoid having to look up at him, I focused on answering my name, listening to the conversations of people around me and studying Taichi's crumpled timetable. He was taking PE, naturally, and Maths as Yamato had mentioned earlier. He was also taking Biology, which I wasn't expecting. Unfortunately, Art was nowhere to be seen on the timetable. I didn't really expect to see it there but it was still disappointing. That meant I'd have to find time to do it outside of school for however long I was living this bizarre crossover existence. Taichi's fourth subject was Sociology. That one nearly knocked me out of my chair. What was that even about? I mean…I could guess that it was about people and stuff but…it still sounded alien and scary.

I was impressed that I made it to the whole of registration without embarrassing myself horribly.

As promised, the first lesson of the day was Maths. The class was taught by an odd looking middle-aged woman with strange hair and horn-rimmed glasses. She smiled at me cheerfully though as Yamato and I took seats near the back of the room and she didn't seem all that bad. In fact, as the lesson went on, she actually turned out to be quite funny, and I found myself snickering at her dry sense of humour more than once.

Luckily, all we did was go over the test that Yamato had mentioned so I didn't have to do any actual Maths, which was definitely a good thing. Yamato seemed happy with his mark of 81% and I was shocked to discover that I had scored 11% higher than him. Yamato had been right. Tai was good at Maths. I wouldn't have guessed that. Unfortunately, while Tai might have been good at Maths, I most definitely was not. And as Mrs.Touma launched into her explanations, covering the board with x's and y's and decimals as far as the eye could see, I felt my head spin. It's amazing how much more complicated Maths can get in the space of two years. I concentrated my attention instead on sketching Yamato in the back of my notebook.

After Maths, Yamato had Music and I had PE. I knew where the gym was so there was no chance of me getting lost and I made my way there with nervous anticipation. In Math class, I was way out of my league, but in PE I was in my element. We played tennis, not my best sport, but not my worst either, and the Teacher prattled on about muscle extension and tearing ligaments. It was actually really interesting and I decided that PE was definitely going to be a subject that I would be taking when I got to this stage. If I ever got my own life back, that was. Not that I would care if I didn't. By the end of the lesson, I was relaxed, sweaty and understood completely why Biology was one of Taichi's other subjects. That stuff about muscles and shit sounded pretty complicated.

Taichi's timetable informed me that I had a free period next, which was cool. It would have been cooler, of course, if I'd had some idea of what I was supposed to be doing with it. I contented myself with sprawling out on one of the sunny benches outside and working on my sketch from Maths. I was essentially dead to the world until I felt a hand on my shoulder just before the lunch bell rang. People wouldn't expect from the way that I'm normally so loud that I'm the kind of person who can quite happily occupy themselves with quiet activities. Well I'll have you know that I can spend hours sketching in silence without getting bored. In fact, that's probably why I'm so loud the rest of the time. I'm overcompensating.

"What are you doing?" Yamato asked curiously, leaning over my shoulder from behind and I wondered if I'd ever get used to him appearing seemingly out of thin air.

"Drawing," I replied simply, not quite ready to return to loud hyper happy peppy mode.

"Drawing?"

"Uh huh…" I swept my pencil along the jaw line of the Yamato in the picture, holding the shape and curve of it my mind. Yamato was silent for a moment and I almost forgot he was there as I lost myself once again in the arcs and jerks of the lead. There's something so intoxicating about the way it slides across the paper. Playing soccer gives you a buzz. Sketching takes you down again.

"That's so good," Yamato's voice brought me back to earth suddenly and I turned my head to look at him. Could that possibly have been a compliment I had heard tripping from his lips? "I never knew you could draw…since when have you been able to draw?"

"Um…since always?" I replied, and in the amount of time it took for me to glance down at the drawing in my lap and then back up again, Yamato had disappeared from behind me and was taking a seat next to me on the bench.

"How come I've never seen you draw before then? You've never even mentioned it."

"It's kind of a private thing." I replied, truthfully.

"Oh. Okay."

Another silence fell and after a moment, I turned back to shading the contours of his face, glancing at him occasionally for reference. Sketching never works the same if it isn't done from observation. And it's always best when your model is oblivious to the fact that they're being drawn. That's the best thing about Ken. Most of the time in lessons or when he's at my house watching TV or playing video games or whatever, he switches off to everything that isn't the task at, which means that he never notices if I draw him. I have whole sketchbooks full of Ken sketches. Not only that, but he's got a really interesting face, like Yamato's, full of abstract curves and shapes. Really interesting. It makes my drawing hand itch to capture those beautiful corners and contrasts on paper and do them the justice that they deserve. What? Can't I be arty? Just because I'm loud and play soccer doesn't mean that I can't be arty too you know.

"Is that me?" Yamato asked quietly, his voice once again pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. Why?" I asked and was surprised when Yamato paused uncertainly.

"Do you really think I look like that?" he asked, smirking slightly in a weird way that I couldn't understand. I can't explain it. He looked like he expected me to laugh at him or something. I smiled warmly in reassurance.

"Well you do."

"Oh." Yamato replied.

And that was all he said until the bell rang for lunch.

Lunch itself was uneventful. Yamato and I ate in the cafeteria with Sumi and some other guy from Yamato's band, and listened to Sumi's adoring babble about her art teacher. I decided that Art was another subject that I would definitely be taking. Sora said hi to me as we passed each other in the hallway and Mrs.Touma grinned when I held a door open for her. All in all, I was feeling in a damn decent mood as we made our way through the masses on the way to afternoon registration. I was enjoying being able to see over other people's heads as I strutted along with Yamato at my side. Not even Mr.Furusawa's nasty looks could bring me down.

I'm not going to lie to you though; Biology was hard. Really hard. I'm as bad at science as I am at Maths and osmotic potential just didn't seem to be something that I was ever going to need to know about in later life. Thank God Yamato was in that class with me. We had to do an experiment and if I hadn't had him for a lab partner, I don't know what I would have done. I pretended I knew what I was doing and recorded the results and measured out glucose solution into test tubes while Yamato did the difficult bits. He didn't seem to notice or care, luckily and I was able to continue my measuring and recording, while mentally noting how cute he looked with a pair of huge standard-issue safety goggles perched on the end of his nose. But that didn't mean that I wasn't grateful when the bell rang and the lesson ended. We had to have written up the experiment by the same time next week and I realised for the first time that even if Taichi's life seemed to be perfect, he still had to do homework.

The last lesson of the day was Sociology. I walked there with Sumi, who had also been in our Biology class and sat with her during the lesson. The teacher was late and I discovered two interesting facts about Sumi. Firstly, that she had made the outfit she was wearing with her own two hands and secondly that she was incredibly intelligent. She was one of the few students in the year who were taking five subjects. Maths, Biology, Chemistry, Sociology and Art. She wasn't taking Music because that was her hobby and she thought that studying it at school would dampen her enjoyment of it.

"My Grandparents want me to be a doctor," she informed me as she inspected one cherry coloured fingernail.

"Yeah? Cool."

"No not cool. I am going to be an artist. They can just go fuck themselves," Sumi replied sharply and I could tell that it was a sensitive issue.

The teacher, Ms.Tanaka bustled in eventually and began the lesson briskly. She was young, looked fresh out of school herself, but was nice and her teaching was upbeat. I liked her. The class was small and the lesson was more like a discussion group than an actual lesson. We spent the hour talking about prejudice and racism. It was pretty interesting and it was cool to have a lesson where I could just voice my opinion without having to go through all that raising your hand crap. I actually got quite into it and by the end of the lesson, Sumi and I were dominating the discussion. Suppose it makes sense, since we were the loudest in there by far. Our homework was to think about our own views and decide how prejudiced the average person actually is without realising that they are. Ms.Tanaka said that it was human nature for everybody to be prejudiced to some extent. It was an interesting concept, to say the least. It was weird, I didn't normally leave lessons thinking about what we'd just been taught, but a lot of the stuff I'd found out that day was being turned over and over in my head as I strolled leisurely up to the school gates at the end of the day, and it wasn't just the stuff that I'd been told by the teachers either.

Yamato was waiting for me at the gates. He smiled breezily as I approached and I had to remind my self for about the fiftieth time that day that he was my boyfriend. Even if it was only temporary, he was still my boyfriend, and that was enough for me. All day I had been expecting everything to suddenly return to normal without warning, but he was still there, still smiling straight at me. The sun was still shining, the birds were still singing and I could still see over the tops of people's heads. I felt on top of the world.

I happily returned Yamato's smile with one of my own but stopped in my tracks quite suddenly when I noticed who was standing beside him.

I suppose I should have known that I'd encounter him sooner or later.