Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon. I don't own anything, not even the clothes I'm wearing. My wallet is empty, so suing isn't going to get you anywhere. Yeah, 'nuff said.

A/N: Fun chapter! Fun, fun, fun chapter! Beware of all the fun in this chapter! Can you tell I'm being unbelievably sarcastic? Yeah, this chapter is just plain wrong. What am I even thinking... I have some apologizing to do after this chapter. I'm putting Tai through hell, and not just him, all the readers as well. I would hate me if I were you guys. ^^;; Kidding! Don't hate me, please! Oh, ::hugs reviewers:: thanks for all the reviews, guys! I love all of you! ^^

Behind The Curtain - Chapter Four

Pain shot through Taichi's body. Yamato was pretty strong for being as scrawny as he was. Taichi jumped when Yamato's hands hit the door on either side of his head. He looked up into his icy blue eyes, and felt very small being the target of the blonde's icy glare. He couldn't see anything else, just Yamato's blue eyes. Even though they were dark and hollow, Taichi found himself captivated by them. He was infatuated and petrified at the same exact time.

They're noses almost touched as Yamato leaned in. Taichi gasped, surprised at how close the blonde was all of a sudden. He silently wished the blonde would get closer, but at the same time wished him as far away as possible. When Yamato leaned in even more, his nose brushed against Taichi's. He was caught off guard by the brief touch, and pulled his head back slightly; he blinked a few times.

Yamato's eyes softened slightly, enough for Taichi to notice. The blonde blinked again; he stared at Taichi for a few long moments before dropping his hands to his sides. He stared at the brunet, somewhat confused and Taichi stared back, his eyes wide. Finally, Yamato took a step back from the scared brunet, giving him room. Taichi didn't move though, he stared at Yamato as his hand searched for the doorknob. Once he felt the cold metal, he turned it. Taichi swallowed loudly and said, "I'm just going to go." His voice sounded foreign to the silence in the room. He slide across the door, and opened it enough to step out.

Taichi stepped out into the hallway, and started walking towards the elevator as fast as he could. He glanced back and noticed that he hadn't shut Yamato's door, it was ajar. Wouldn't he shut it though? Taichi thought. He waited a few seconds, but the door never close. Taichi sighed, and walked back to the blonde's apartment. He grabbed the doorknob when he reached it, and was getting ready to pull it closed until he heard a whimper come from inside. Taichi closed his eyes and swallow. Just close the door and walk away, he thought. He knew it was no use though, he'd already made up his mind.

He opened the door slightly, and glanced into the apartment. Yamato was sitting on the couch his back to Taichi, and his head in his hands. Taichi stared at his back for a few moments. He couldn't decided whether he should walk away or get even more involved. He could walk away right now and never have to see the blonde again. Although, he would do nothing but worry and feel guilty. Or, he could go to Yamato. Taichi didn't know what to do. Just walk away, Tai, he said to himself. Just turn around and walk out of the building. Go home and get some rest.

Yamato sighed shakily, and by what Taichi could see, seemed like he was rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. Now look what you did, he thought to himself. He's crying. Taichi sighed and opened the door all the way, it creaked softly making him wince. "I thought you left." Came Yamato's hoarse voice, but he made no attempt to move.

"I... Uh... W-wanted to make sure you were okay f-first." He scolded himself for stuttering.

The blonde laughed, even though it didn't hold any humor. "Liar." Taichi's eyes narrowed. How dare Yamato call him a liar! Okay, so maybe he had a right. Taichi wasn't exactly telling the truth. It was all the door's fault. If it had been closed, the brunet would be long gone. Okay, so that was another lie. He probably would have came back whether the door was open or not. The door being opened just gave him an excuse; that he hadn't actually used. But, if the blonde hadn't been looking pitiful he would have closed the door and walked away.

Taichi walked the rest of the way to the couch. He stared down at Yamato, but the blonde wouldn't look at him. "Maybe it was a lie, so? But I'm here now, aren't I?" He winced at how harsh the sentences sounded. Yamato shook his head, and finally looked up at the brunet standing over him.

"It doesn't matter that you're here. It matters that you lied about it. I've observed many people, and you're just like the rest." The blonde said, his voice was empty. Dead.

Taichi's eyes narrowed and glared down at Yamato. "What makes you any different? You're the one who has crazy mood swings like some psycho. Scaring the hell out of people!" He yelled frustratedly. His eyes widened as the words he said sunk in. He stared at Yamato to see how he was going to react. When Yamato didn't move; didn't even make a sound, Taichi mumbled a quiet, "Sorry." He wasn't usually so rude. His mother had taught him better. He knew he probably shouldn't piss the blonde off, but some of the things that Yamato said just pushed him over the edge.

When Taichi finally made it home, he was so incredibly tired. It had been a very tiring and stressful day. He had stayed at Yamato's for a while longer, he didn't really know how long though. He didn't know what time he had gotten there, and he had fallen asleep whilst watching television with Yamato at some point. The chair he had been sitting in wasn't the best place to take a nap, that was for sure. Everything had been okay after Taichi yelled at Yamato. He still felt bad about what he said though. But, the whole crazy incident had been forgotten. Well, almost. Taichi winced as he sat down on the couch.

He pulled up his shirt and found a big black and blue bruise where he must have hit the doorknob when Yamato pushed him. He touched it softly and winced. Yep, he was definitely going to hurt in the morning. He thanked the heavens that Yamato didn't do any more damage. It was like the blonde had gone from okay to furious to lustful. The way he leaned in when he had Taichi against the door, the look in his eye. Or, maybe he was planning on biting his nose off. Taichi laughed at that thought. He watched way too many movies.

Taichi stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, taking it off. He started to stretched, but then had to refrain himself because of the bruise. Then he realized that he had a couple on his chest where Yamato had pushed him. Now Taichi knew he didn't bruise that easily. He didn't think that Yamato had pushed him that hard. He just shrugged it off though. He decided he would just go to bed and get some rest.

So, he climbed into bed, trying hard not to hurt the bruise that already hurt like hell. Taichi woke up to the sun beating in face. He swore it was more like laughing in his face. He stretched, but then let out a cry of pain. His bruise hurt even more than it did before. Maybe he should go see a doctor. Maybe something broke. Taichi shook his head, it was just a damn bruise. He sat up slowly and glanced at the clock. He was three hours late for work. "Damn it." He muttered under his breath, but made no attempt to move.

After a few moments he moved, ever so slowly, to reach for the phone by his bed. He picked it up and dialed a number. When someone finally picked up, Taichi cleared his throat. "I'm not coming in today. I'm not feeling well." Then he hung up the phone. It wasn't an entire lie... He wasn't feeling well, but not unwell enough to not go to work. He laid back down and went back to sleep. A few hours later he woke up to someone knocking on the door. Taichi groaned loudly, and got himself out of bed.

He opened the door and glared at the person behind it. "What do you want?" He asked sounding annoyed. The boy shrugged, and Taichi sighed. "Dai, I really don't need this right now." He said, the whine becoming more and more evident as he continued the sentence. Taichi let the boy in anyway.

"How have you been doing?" The boy asked as he sat down on the couch. Taichi followed, sitting down next to him.

"Depends." Taichi started. "I feel like crap, can't move worth shit. I ache all over right now." He said honestly as he held his side preciously.

Daisuke arched an eyebrow. "What happened?" He asked curiously.

"This guy I met shoved me against a door yesterday." Taichi stated simply.

---

Aero: You know, at the beginning of this chapter... I could have turned it into something x-rated, but that wouldn't of been part of the plot. Plus, no NC-17. Damn FanFiction.Net. I really should put up my own site and just add the NC-17 parts to my stories there. ^^ But really, am I the only person who had their mind in the gutter? I mean seriously, it could have been a total lemon... Or maybe lime? I don't know, but all I kept thinking was, rip his clothes off Yama, rip his clothes off! ^^;; Sorry, you'll have to excuse my ramblings, please review though! -Ciao