Taichi read the line and sat down with a sigh. Half of him wanted to run back to Yamato, damn the consequences. But the other half, the rational side, told him that it wouldn't work. It would end in heartbreak. He didn't want to put Yamato through that.

So he sat. Yamato couldn't get to him, he was in the waiting gate, and non-passengers couldn't get past that. Yamato, even if he did get the letter, wouldn't never say goodbye.

-

Yamato was rushing, he was shoving his way out of the taxi cab, and throwing a fiver back at the cabby. He slammed the door and ran through the open doors of Kennedy Airport. Yamato ran towards the first flight television he could find.

His breathing faltered.

It was the first plane to leave. Infact, it already left. He was gone.. Taichi was gone… Tokyo Air was whisking his koi away… He could do nothing…

He let out a staggered scream of frustration and stuttered in breathing… again, it was happening again… but this time, he wasn't in control. No Control No Control Nothing… oh god oh kami, he had to breath, in out in out…

-

Taichi looked up sharply from the magazine he was reading. Someone had screamed, no someone had wailed, and LORD that was loudly. It had some from his left so he swung his head left and peered through the room, looking way frown the hallway to see a blond… No, to see Yama scream.

This was his chance, this was Taichi's chance to run back to him, consequences be damned, this was his way… But no, instead he hid his face behind Spin Magazine and looked away. He was off to Chicago to catch up with Takeru.

He couldn't look back, he couldn't stand to see Yamato suffering, and he couldn't stand to know that he was causing it and he couldn't stand that he couldn't help him…and… he couldn't stand that he loved him anymore.

-

Takeru was mildly surprised to find Taichi on his door step, but shocked to find the tears viable underneath the cloak he wore.

"Tai? Mate? Whats wrong?"

Taichi stood trembling a few more seconds before his trembling effected his knees and he gave up, threw his arms around Takeru and started to sob.

"oh-my-god." He ground out.

"shhh…"

"I-I just fuc-ucked up my life…"

"C'mon, its not that bad now…" Takeru led Taichi to the bed and set him down, turning to close the door behind them. Immediately Taichi curled up into a little ball and sobbed.

"I-Yama-we-oh god," he closed his eyes tightly and shuddered.

"You saw Matt?"

"ohmygod… I Takeru I cant breath…"

"C'mon Taichi its not that bad,"

"Takeru, he and I were together again and we were going to work things out further but I left, I ran, I cant face him…"

"Matt's going to understand…"

"No, he's mad, he's annoyed, he hates me…"

"No, he can't hate you. He could never hate you. He loves yah Taichi. That he does, he told me so himself(1)."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…"

-

Yamato was smashed. He knew it, the bartended knew it, and every guy within a five foot radius knew it. But the drinks kept coming.

And he kept drinking them, one after another. He'd already polished $124 worth of booze, lets see if we can hit the $200 mark. Finally the bouncer pulled him from his chair and threw him out on to the street.

"Aww, Yock Fuus!" he squinted at his blurred vision and feel backwards, crashing downward onto the pavement. The bouncer sighed and called 9-1-1 on his cell phone.

-

Taichi was wrapped up in Takeru's comforter, he flipped through the channels and settled on the news.

"…Damnation Records had no comment today about the lead singer of NAB's purge into alcohol. However a press conference is taking place right now and here we go, cutting to the 9th meeting room…"

People gathered around a long table. Name tags set in front of each one of them. Taichi's eyes immediately filled with tears as he saw Yamato's recluse sight. His hair was limp and greasy, his porcelain skin was unkempt. He looked like shit.

People talked and Yamato ignored them, he more or less set his head against the crook of his arm and rested. He hated these things, he always kept silent. And finally it came.

"...NAB would like to publicly and officially announce its break up. It was a unanimous decision made by the lead singer when he began to believe that the band had lost its mission statement.".

Taichi shut the television off and curled under the blankets again. Crying soundlessly.

Authors Note: Yeah, of course I meant two weeks later Wednesday… DU-UH. Anyway, I know this chapter is screaming "pity-ME!" but it'll get better. I swear!