Disclaimer - Let's see. . .Nope, still don't own Digimon. But, Taichi and Daisuke are my personal slaves. ::wriggles eyebrow::

A/N: Do a little dance, make a little love. If anyone hasn't checked out my site for the lemon' recently, it's there now. ^^ All that want to, can go read it. Just one thing, give me some feedback on it, okie? Okay, now, here's chapter thirteen. Enjoy! ^^


Behind The Curtain
Chapter Thirteen


Tai, are you here? Daisuke asked walking into the apartment 15 minutes till midnight. he asked the darkness. He sighed and made his way towards Taichi's bedroom. He opened the door and said, Hey, Tai? He couldn't see anything through the darkness, but he heard a soft grunt of some sort. Daisuke walked into the room. He sat down on the foot of the bed and stared at the head of the bed, though he still couldn't see anything through the darkness. Tai, are you awake?

The bed shifted and Daisuke heard a sigh. What, Daisuke? he heard after a moment. Taichi's voice still sounded tired; it made Daisuke wince.

"I just wanted to talk, but--" the boy was interrupted with a sigh.

I'm awake now, Dai. What is it? Taichi said. The bed shifted again. Is something the matter? he asked. Daisuke could tell it was closer than before. He jumped when he felt Taichi's hand on his shoulder.

The boy shook his head. "Not really," he said with a shaky sigh.

the brunet said getting off of the bed. Daisuke stood also, he could now make out Taichi's silhouette. He followed it out of the room and into the living area. He watched Taichi sit on the couch immediately. His eyes were closed for a few moments, when they opened again they were more alert. He looked at Daisuke. What happened?

the boy replied, his arms and shoulders shrugging. Taichi gave out an exasperated sigh and leaned forward. Putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, he sighed again. I'm sorry I woke you up, Daisuke said, the volume of his voice rising.

Taichi shook his head, but never moved from his position. It's all right, Dai. . . Not like I was doing anything important anyway.

Daisuke's eyebrow quirked at the remark. What's that supposed to mean? he asked.

"Not a thing," the brunet replied finally lifting his head out of his hands. He looked up at Daisuke and said, "You honestly look like crap, what happened?"

"Nothing," once again Daisuke shrugged after replying. "Just go back to bed, okay? It was nothing, I was just freaked out." Taichi gave the younger boy a worried look.

If something's bothering--

No, I told you it's nothing, said Daisuke, cutting in before Taichi could finished. Go back to bed. You look like you were hit by a train, Tai. Daisuke gave the man a lopsided grin.

Taichi laughed and stood up from the couch. He stretched, his joints popping. Arthritis. . . I'm going to have it bad one day, he muttered then looked at Daisuke and smiled. And, thanks. I'm glad I look so appealing.

The mahogany haired boy laughed. Just stating the truth, now, go to bed. He pointed a slender finger towards Taichi's bedroom just as the door opened. Both Taichi and Daisuke's head turned, staring at the person emerging.

Taichi's eyes widened instantly. Well, time for bed, he said quickly taking a few quick strides towards the figure. When he reached Yamato; he turned the blonde around and pushed him back into the bedroom lightly. Turned back towards Daisuke, Taichi said, Goodnight, Dai.

The glint in the boy's eyes made Taichi groan. And who was that? he asked. That wouldn't have happened to be a certain blonde you met a while ago, would it? Taichi shook his head quickly.

"No, of course not," he replied innocently, then he sighed. "Yes," he corrected with a laugh. "He decided to sleep over, after we. . . Um. . ." the brunet laughed nervously. Daisuke smirked at him.

"Right, Taichi. Go to bed." The brunet nodded and turned - walking into the dark bedroom.



When morning finally came, Taichi yawned. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep that night. How could he with the blonde sleeping next to him, and then the whole Daisuke thing. There was something terribly wrong, and Daisuke had planned on confessing what it was last night, but changed his mind. He wondered about Ken and where he was. Taichi didn't know him very well, but Daisuke liked him - a lot.

The brunet was worry free, kind of. He was obviously worried about Daisuke and Ken, but not as much as he probably should be. So he was basically worry free. He laid there staring up at the ceiling for a few moments before the bedroom door opened. He looked towards the door and there stood Daisuke, his face flushed - eyes wide.

I think he's freaking out, he said, staring at Taichi. I don't know, but he's got to be freaking out.

Taichi arched an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the boy was talking about. He glanced to the side and realized Yamato wasn't there. His eyes widened in realization. He looked at Daisuke and the boy nodded, his eyes still wide. Taichi scrambled out of bed and practically tripped over himself and Daisuke trying to get out to the living area. The two stared at the blonde sitting on the couch. His hands were in his hair and looked like he was going to pull every strand out.

"Yama. . ." Taichi started, but trailed off. He watched the blonde twitch involuntarily. He walked over to him slowly, and sat next to him. Placing an unsure, trembling hand on his shoulder lightly, Taichi said, "Are you okay?" Yamato pulled away from his touch roughly. He looked at Taichi, accusation and hatred in his glare.

Don't touch me, he growled, and Taichi held his hands up away from the blonde. Just stay the hell away from me.

Taichi stared at him, wide eyed. This was the one thing he hadn't be expecting. The night before had been so different then how it usually was between Yamato and him. It had made the brunet forget, but now he couldn't figure how he could of forgotten. All the memories were so vivid in his mind, and every time this happened it got worse. It was worse this time, now they had a witness. What if Yamato did something drastic, Taichi didn't want that. Especially not with Daisuke standing not even 15 feet away.

he said, trying once more. Just. . . Let me help you. In one swift movement, Taichi grabbed one of the blonde's wrists. Yamato's head snapped back like he'd been slapped. When his other hand went to his constricted wrist, Taichi grabbed that one as well. He stared at the blonde wide eyed, surprised at what he was doing. Yamato glared at him, his eyes flaming with hatred and accusation. They burned into Taichi, making the brunet want to shy away.

Let go of me, Yamato growled through clenched teeth. Get your damn hands off of me, he demanded when Taichi didn't move.

He's possessed! Daisuke exclaimed, and Taichi shook his head.

He's fine, he replied, still shaking his head.

No, he's possessed, Daisuke said again. Like that movie. . . With that girl who's head spins around.

Taichi sighed, rolling his eyes. The Exorcist. And, he's not possessed, Dai.

When Daisuke opened his mouth to say something else, Taichi cut him off. Just shut up, okay? The mahogany haired boy's mouth snapped closed abruptly. Taichi looked in Yamato's eyes and found something new, they were pleading.

Just let me go, Yamato said, sounding almost defeated. Though his eyes still held the accusation and hatred, they were also pleading for Taichi to let him go. Let me go. Taichi shook his head, and the pleading in his eyes disappeared and now held even more hatred than before. I hate you, he said and Taichi stared at him, surprised by the words that left the blonde's mouth.

Finally he snapped out of his daze and shook his head. You don't hate me, you don't know what you're talking about, he said, trying to sound confident. He wished he was as much as he sounded.

Yamato let out a laugh and stared at Taichi, challenging him. I hate you with everything I have in me, he said a smirk across his face. Can't you tell? It's becoming more evident with every passing moment. . . I. Hate. You."

Letting go of the blonde's wrists instantaneously, Taichi pulled back and struck him, using all his force. His eyes widened when the blonde fell over the arm of the couch and onto the floor. His hands went to his mouth immediately. He looked back at Daisuke, the boy's eyes wide also.

"I punched him," he said in awe. "I. . . Punched him. The realization hit him and he started to panic. He watched the spot where Yamato had disappeared over the side of the couch. When the blonde didn't come back into view, Taichi got up off the couch. He looked over the couch and stared at the blonde, who was laying on the ground.

"You killed him," the mahogany haired boy said from behind him.

Taichi glared at him over his shoulder. And you're next. Daisuke stuck his tongue out at the older man, then his eyes returned to the blonde laying unconscious on the floor. I didn't kill him, he's unconscious.

Daisuke snorted and said, "You probably broke his nose." Taichi glared at him.

Don't say that! he replied. Good god, I probably did.

The two were silent for a few moments, both still staring at the man laying on the floor. What are we supposed to do? What's he going to do when he wakes up? Beat your ass? Daisuke rambled, his eyes not leaving the blonde.

Not before I beat yours, Taichi retorted. First of all, we can't let him lay there in the middle of my living room. Daisuke nodded. he said, moving to the blonde, moving him to a position on his back. Grab his feet, and I'll grab him here. We'll put him on the couch for now. Daisuke nodded again and did as he was told.

Together the twosome lifted the unconscious man and laid him on the couch. Taichi looked him over once they were done. Nothing's bleeding, that's a good sign, right? Daisuke shrugged.

What about internal bleeding or whatever? Taichi's face went pale after the comment. He looked at Daisuke, his eyes wide.

Don't say that! he said, his face going even paler. Stop being so damn pessimistic.

Daisuke held up his hands in defense. I don't know what I'm talking about though! he shrieked. Shouldn't you know that by now?

God, he's going to die on my couch, Taichi mused. He's going to die from internal bleeding. Daisuke shook his head furiously, his hands waving as he did so.

he retorted. I don't know what I'm talking about, remember? Don't listen to me.

Taichi sighed, "I have a dead blonde on my couch. Could my day possibly get any worse?"

No matter what either said, they made each other panic more. No matter how much Daisuke would explain he was an idiot, Taichi wouldn't listen. And no matter how much Taichi would go on about the 'dying' blonde on his couch, Daisuke would try to convince Taichi not to listen to him.

"Maybe we should take him to the hospital," Taichi concluded finally. He looked at Daisuke expectantly, but the boy just shrugged. "Should we?" The boy shrugged again.

How should I know, you punched him. . . Don't you know how hard you punched? Daisuke accused.

Taichi opened his mouth to reply as the apartment door opened, revealing his mother and sister. Both his and Daisuke's mouths hit the ground, they gaped at the two standing there. Taichi's mother gave them a smile, then looked at the blonde laying on the couch. Oh dear, she said, her hands cupping her cheeks. What happened?



[tbc]



Aero: That was so much fun to write! One of my favorites! ^^ Well, please review! Oh, and if you haven't seen The Exorcist', you really should. That movie scared the crap out of me. The old one. . . Is there a new one? ::shrugs:: -Ciao