It was a small secluded club, a coffee house thing, not the type of concert area that you'd expect of rock stars. But strangely, Taichi found himself struggling through an area of nostalgia, and despair.
As he settled into his seat he felt as though he had fallen back in time once again-to the high school Friday nights of sitting at a local bars, cheering Matt, and the band on as they struggled through critics and groupies. The curtain was closed, but Taichi knew what was going on behind it, the roadie was setting up the drummers equipment, technicians making silent calls through the headsets, testing sound levels, and such. And then there was Yamato, who was sitting on the edge of the stage, watching it all happen through large eyes, thinking about some despairing topic. Falling himself into some haze like stupor…
Taichi shook his head, he couldn't worry to too much about anything now. He needed to enjoy himself with Yamato for as long as he could.
Lights dimmed, and eventually turned to black, the curtain rose, and a single guitar stung was hit.
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"I can scream all I want,
I can say all I want.
But the truth is,
This world don't care,
Cause you're my world.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
You're my world."
The drums stopped, the bass struck its last note, and Yamato's guitar stung its last chord as his voice faded. There was silence for a millisecond; then the small selective crowd exploded with applause.
Yamato's blue eyes searched throughout the sea of people, looking for Taichi, but he couldn't see him. He was then dragged off stage, and into his dressing room, where, the band had gathered for drinks and congratulations.
He smiled faintly, happy at such a successful tour. Disappointed that Taichi hadn't met him yet.
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Taichi took a drag of his cigarette and stared around at the hotel. Everything was packed and ready to go. His flight was in an hour and Yamato's letter had been delivered to his apartment. Taichi smiled faintly at their doomed relationship.
[flashback]
Taichi was on a high. He'd gotten back from Yamato's all but dancing around the room. So now, an hour latter he was laying in bed with a pillow propped up under his head. It was times like these that Taichi thought of the future. His thoughts turned sour here.
'shit. I get shipped around the world at a day notice. He tours 10 months of the year. How the fuck is this suppose to work? Fuck fuck fuck. I should have thought this threw, I can't leave now…that's just cowardly. But, I can't stay. It won't work out…It never works out.
By the end of the night, Taichi had a plan. He'd go to the concert, Mail a letter to Yamato telling him the details of his leaving etc. He'd hop a plane and be back to Tokyo before Yamato finished the letter. It was fool-proof.
[end flashback]
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Yamato sifted through his mail, eyes gazing over the bills and single letter. Addressed simply "Yama Toi." And alias he'd used to buy the apartment. Slitting it open, he sat down in an old comfy chair. He propped his feet up and began to read.
'Yama,
I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I could ever say it and you could ever forgive me. I don't know how sorry I am, I guess sorry enough to leave.
Before you advance anymore, I want you to know that I love you, Yamato. I'm in love with you Yamato. I'm sorry.
I'm leaving because I love you. I'm leaving because It wouldn't work. I'm leaving because I'm a twit and never took you or your love into consideration. I'm leaving because, I'm leaving because I have no other reason.
I'll miss you, now and forever. By the time you read…
The letter continued, but Yamato was out the door before he could finish.
Authors Note: This is a one part update. I'll probably post the second Part on Wednesday since right now I'm just going over it and putting pretty gloss on it. So… this part was reworked t fit with the ending. And I guess its only a page holder right now.
Wow, its almost a year since I wrote this out first. That's kinda scary…