Disclaimer - If I owned Digimon, I wouldn't be here right now... I'd be off doing better things. ^^

A/N: ::laughs:: Some of you are very impatient. ::stares pointedly:: But, that's okay. ^^ I've decided that... I'm not going to write anymore of BTC. ::laughs:: No, just kidding. Ha, I've decided that I will most likely write a Daiken/Kensuke side story after I finish this. Yes, and I just had to tell you all that. Because once I finish this I'll only have my Taisuke...Well, and Inhibitions, but I've got a bit of writer's block on that. So, I need something else to write. And I might possibly be starting another Taito, but I'm not sure yet. ::shrugs:: Alright, you will all be happy to know this chapter contains... Nah, I'll let you read and find out yourselves. ::grins:: And I may make some people a little pissed too.

Behind The Curtain
Chapter Eleven

"Who?" the voice asked, the first thing Taichi thought was he'd dialed the wrong number. But, that couldn't be it. He'd dialed it enough times that he should know what it was. Well, he never actually dialed it till now, but you know, whatever... He'd gotten to the last number numerous times, just never hit it. Because he was chicken, so he always hung up. So his second thought was, they were asking because they were expecting another name? Maybe?

"Uh... Yama." he said again, this time saying it a little slower. When he got the same reply, though this time it was more annoyed and more obvious, he sighed exasperatedly. "Yamato! Can I speak to Yamato!" What had been the big deal? Yama was shorter for Yamato? What was the guy's problem? And since when was there anyone at Yamato's apartment besides Taichi? True Taichi hadn't known him that long, but still, it was eight o'clock at night, who would be visiting the blonde at this time of night? Taichi isn't jealous. No, he isn't, so stop thinking he is.

Finally Yamato picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said, and the first thing that left Taichi mouth was,

"Who was that?" He said it too quickly, he knew he said it too quickly. He made it sound like he was jealous. His voice hadn't been relaxed, it had been tight and edgy. He sounded upset, which wasn't the case at all.

"I don't think that's any of your business." Yamato calmly replied back. It was true too. It wasn't any of Taichi business, but that wasn't going to stop him. Taichi could feel the attachment he had towards Yamato. He felt like he'd gotten a new puppy, fell in love with it, then the landlord came and told him he couldn't keep it. But, this guy that picked up the phone, how was he going to take his puppy--erm, Yamato. Not his of course, definitely not his Yamato.

When Taichi didn't say anything, Yamato asked, "Is there a reason you're calling me?" His voice sounded bored, and for some reason that hit Taichi hard. The question alone kind of hurt Taichi. The brunet shook it off though, he didn't want the blonde to know he was getting to him.

"No, I just... Um, was bored." he stuttered out, he could feel his heart beating in his ears. Why was he so nervous? He was starting to think that maybe he shouldn't of called because he was still thinking about that guy that had picked up the phone. He wanted to know who it had been so bad, but Yamato wasn't volunteering the information.

Taichi heard Yamato sigh exasperatedly and he winced. "Look, I have to go." the blonde said through clenched teeth, which only made Taichi wince again. The brunet nodded even though Yamato couldn't see him.

"Right." he said, melancholy could be heard in his voice. "Sorry." There was a soft click and Taichi sighed. He set the phone back down on the receiver. That conversation hadn't gone like he wanted. And now he just felt horrible, and not much had even been said. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping when he went to bed. He stood there thinking for a few minutes, but then finally came to a decision.

Taichi walked into his bedroom and put on some clothes. Jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his keys and wallet on the way out of the apartment.

He didn't know what he was doing. He must have left his brain at work because this was just stupid. Yamato had obviously not wanted to talk to him or see, but here he was standing in front of his apartment door trying to knock. Yes, trying. He'd been trying for the past twenty minutes, but he couldn't get up the courage to make his knuckles connect with the wood. It was a simple concept, just hit your knuckle on the wood three times. But, for some reason his brain wasn't doing it. It had just shut down, so he couldn't go back home either... His feet wouldn't move.

Finally his hand lifted, he took a deep breath, a moved his hand to knock on the door. When his knuckles were merely an inch away the door opened, and Taichi pulled his hand back like he'd been burned. He looked up at the man standing before him. He was handsome, which made Taichi jealous. He didn't know why though. He smiled at Taichi as he walked passed him to get out of the apartment. Taichi just stared straight ahead at Yamato, who was giving him a death glare.

When the man had finally entered the elevator and the ding rang out, the two men were still staring at each other. In one swift fluid movement Yamato grabbed the front of Taichi shirt and pulled him into the apartment. He slammed the door with his free hand, then slammed Taichi against the cold wood. "What the hell?" he growled lowly.

Taichi still couldn't figure out how the blonde was so strong. But, then the pain rushed through his body; his eyes closed automatically, trying to rid the pain away. When he reopened his eyes, Yamato's face was mere centimeters away from his. What Taichi did next caught them both off guard. He tilted his head to one side and leaned forward--catching Yamato's lips with his. He watched Yamato's eyes widen, staring at his own wide eyes. When the blonde's eyes closed, Taichi's did automatically. The brunet felt lightheaded, his heart beating in his ears.

The blonde pulled away first, though Taichi knew he wouldn't of been able to pull away anyway. Yamato still had him against the door. Taichi kept his eyes closed as he panted, breathless. When he finally caught his breath he opened his eyes and was met by cold blue ones. That was all he could see after that. Yamato's eyes captivated him. He didn't realize what was going on until Yamato was shoving him out of the apartment. Taichi back hit the opposite wall in the hallway. His eyes wide as the door slammed. His head fell back against the wall, his eyes closing tightly. He tried to push back the tears that welled up in his eyes, and almost succeeded until a stray tear fell. He sniffled and said, "Sorry." His quiet voice echoed through the dead hallway.

He drove home, his expression lifeless. When he walk into his apartment he saw Daisuke laying on the couch; Ken was missing. He would have questioned it, but he wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep. Maybe it would all turn out to be a dream. He felt so embarrassed and maybe a little broken hearted? No, because how could he be? Yamato wasn't anything to him, nothing.

Taichi crawled into bed, a buried his face into his pillow. After a few minutes he felt the bed shift. He looked over at the person crawling into his bed. Daisuke. His eyes shown in the moonlight, they were glossy and Taichi could tell he'd been crying. Daisuke stared at him, and Taichi knew that he could tell he'd been crying as well. That night both boys fell into restless sleep.

When Taichi awoke, his bed was empty. He didn't want to get out of bed, so instead he yelled, "Hey, Dai!?" When he didn't get a reply he came to the conclusion that Daisuke had left.

He felt like shit, his head ached. His whole body ached. But most of all his heart ached. He sighed shakily, now he knew it wasn't a dream. He was hoping it had been. He got out of bed and got ready for work.

After work he went and seen his mom. When she asked him what was wrong he just said that it was nothing. She gave him a sympathetic look, she knew the look in Taichi's eyes. It had been the same look he had when he broke up with his last boyfriend, but she just hugged him tightly.

He felt like he was being stupid. Why was he upset over something that he shouldn't be? He felt like he'd been smacked across the face numerous times, and the stinging just kept getting worse. He felt like it should be thundering and lightening and raining so damn hard that it stings your body. He felt like everyone should be sad and depressed. He wished the numbness would go away.

But, the numbness never did. Not even after a week of the incident. He performance at work at decreased enormously, and all he did was sleep when he got home. Daisuke hadn't come back since the night he crawled into Taichi's bed. The brunet knew he should be worried, but he couldn't do anything. He mind had shut down. He could remember the door slamming, and that had given him the hint. The hint that Yamato wanted nothing more to do with him. And that had hurt, it made his heart ache just thinking about it.

His boss came up to him one day telling him to take a vacation. So now all he did was sit at home, his boss told him to take as much time as he wanted. If it were up to Taichi, he'd never go back to work.

About a week an a half later, the phone rang. It hadn't rung for days, so Taichi jumped when the god-forbidding sound hit his ears. He picked it up slowly, hoping against hope that it was the blonde. "Hello?" he said, surprised that his voice even worked.

[tbc]

Aero: I actually like this chapter. Even though I don't think it's one of my better chapters. O_o Anyway, please review! I can't wait to get the next chapter out! I'm so excited! ^^;; Well, hit that little button and tell me what you think! -Ciao