Heeeree's the 5th chapter. I hope you in enjoy. ^ ^ Yamato's pov in this chapter.. sorry if it sucks. PS: Short chapter, Brotherly/Sister/brother-iness ensues. Set before "Our war game"


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Rain drops and sunshine between friends (Taichi's/Yamato's pov)
(Taichi's pov):






It had become night, when I got home, the house was quiet, there wasn't a soul inside except Miko who came and greeted me at the door with loving rubs against my legs, I smiled at the sound of his faint purring. "Hey, Miko!" I said cheerfully masking my worries, though I knew Miko knew something was bothering me, or why else would he come and greet me? He leaped from his place and landed on my shoulder, I positioned his body so that he laid like a lifeless skinned animal draped on some rich-chicks shoulders. His claws clung to me, insuring he that he could not and would not fall off me. I kicked off my shoes to see if anyone was around.




I traveled around the couch, toward the kitchen turning on the lights; My Mom must have cleaned the house, the kitchen was sparkling like she had hot-glued diamonds on the counter. Well, that's an overexaggeration but that's how it looked to me. Miko jumped from my shoulder, to walk across the clean counters, at that moment I really didn't care because I happened to be in a bad mood. I opened the fridge door discovering there was nothing left in the house to eat except leftover tofu, and I hated that stuff! I sighed leaning against the counter as I shut the door, catching a glimpse of a note. My eyes shifted toward the fridge-door scanning the letter.


Taichi, Hikari:
Off to the supermarket, be home soon!
Mom.



I sighed, I was hit the in face with the soccerball by Davis, Sora didn't like my present, Yamato is gone, there's no food in the house, what else could go wrong this week! No sooner than I thought that, I heard a high-pitched screeching noise in the computer room, I broke into a run followed by Miko who walked at a quick pace behind me to the room.



I skidded to a halt, hoping my socks would pick up any splinters while doing so. I grabbed the door knob, pushing the door open I poked my head inside while at the same time Miko jumped up on my head again almost knocking me off balance. I glared at the cat who just groomed himself ignoring me obviously, I looked down to gaze at the computer and it wasn't even on! I sighed figuring stress was making me hear things, I ran my hand pass Miko's ears, I dragged myself to the bedroom, which wasn't far.



I shut the bedroom door, not bothering to turn the light on, wondering when Hikari would get home. If she stayed out too long Mom and dad would get worried and call the nation guard and the FBI or somebody important. I stopped in front of the ladder as my mind replayed the sour events that took place earlier at Mrs. Takenouchi's apartment. The sound of Sora's mildly cold and unthankful tone of voice practically broke me into a million angry pieces, I spent half of my allowance on that stupid hair-pen and she didn't even thank me! I leaned up against the ladder remembering the day before Matt and TK left.




[Flashback]:


I walked into Mr. Ishida's apartment, that happened to be larger than mine searching for my the barer of friendship, aka my best buddy Matt. The house was in a complete shambles, there were dress shirts draped over anything Mr. Ishida possibly could drape them on, there were several dirty dishes in the skin covered with old dried food, I felt sick to my stomach wondering how Yamato could live under these conditions, and not notice them?



I brushed the subject aside once I entered Matt's bedroom, it was a lot neater and cleaner in his room than in the other rooms, which wasn't hard to notice. I found him going though his drawers, and muttering something about his father and mother not being able to stand eachother in the same room, I could totally agree with him. His mother looks like she'll hack your head off if I were the hated husband. Since he didn't know I was even in his bedroom, I cleared my throat loudly surprising the life out of the blonde. Hehehe... I got a laugh outa that.



"Taichi, you scared the shit out me!" Yamato growled holding his hand to his chest. I sweatdropped, knowing it wouldn't be wise to provoke Yama's bad-temper, especially in his house. I held my hands up in defense with a nervous smile on my face. "Hey, sorry I figured you knew I was here, Matt," I said chuckling. Yamato glared at me, placing a hand on his hip, he obviously didn't believe me. "And I'm Wargreymon," He grumbled sarcastically shoving clothes into his suitcase.



I ventured deeper into his room toward his bed, watching him semi-fold his clothes into the suitcase. I placed myself on the bed, scanning his bedroom. It was pretty dark thought the curtains happened to be closed, the walls were painted blue, there were posters of comic book characters all around the wall, mostly Spiderman and Batman, I hate that pointy eared superhero! The silence was killing me, so I deiced to cut it with a knife.



"Ahem, Hey Yamato, how about you spend the summer over at my house, Kari would love to talk you! Your the only person she really gets off on the talkin' with!" I said raising a finger to get my point across. Matt said nothing and continued to pack his clothes, along with his hair gel and comb.



Grrr...... this guy was harder to break though than a safe. "YAMATO ISHIDA! WILL YOU SEND ME A POSTCARD WHEN YOU GET TO YOUR GRANDMAS!?!" I screamed, before getting a punch in the face. "At least he heard you, Tai," My mind comforted me. I my hands held my face to ease the pain, as I glared up at the blonde. Matt sighed heavily setting down on the bed, his shoulders slumped.



Something was up, I could smell it. "Batt, rhat's brong?" I sounded so nasal, the words came out wrong. Yamato's entire body was shaking, I couldn't tell whether he was crying laughing at me. I found out, when he threw his head back, and fits of laughter erupted from his throat, I turned red with embarrassment, and totally for got that he had punched me until I scrunched up my nose.


"Bouch!" The word "ouch" came out wrong as well, causing Matt to laugh even harder than before, falling off the bed. I grumbled careful not to move my nose, crawling over the side of the bed Matt resided on, I looked down at his rosy face, he clutched his side obviously in pain from all his laughing. I dared not to say another word, for the fear of a sentence coming out wrong was too great a risk to take, with laughing Ishida.


"Rut up, Mratt!" I cried, not being able to take any more of his laughing. Yamato quieted up a bit, stifling his laughs, trying to breath. "Oh, I'm sorry Taichi-san," He giggled, behind his hand, and using the other to pat my shoulder. I didn't brush it off, knowing that the little wannabe mishap I had got his mind off whatever was bothering me. He laughed some more before finally stopping. His eyes wandered upward to his ceiling, as if thinking of something.



"You know, it gonna be pretty dull without you, friend," Matt sighed placing his hands on his knees. I smiled widely nodding. "Tell me about it, I don't think Japan will be fun or interesting with you Mr. cool," I said calling him by his nickname. Matt glowered at me, while I grinned winking.



Yamato chuckled at me, before sighing, his gaze was becoming distant once more. "Well, I've gotta finish packing, or else my Mom is gonna fry me for being late," Yamato said rising to his feet. I helped myself up, with a sigh knowing if I went any deeper into that conversation about his mother, I would probably send him into the dark-cave or something like that. "Well, then I'll help you! And see you and Takeru off!" I paused, giving Matt a look. "You will write me won't you?"




Matt nodded quickly with a nervous look on his face. I think he still had a hard time getting pass his tough/cool guy front, since that what the rest of us saw him portray himself as, though I didn't mind. "Sure, why not, I could use the help anyway," Yama replied ushering me toward his drawer. The two us pack his suitcase to Max, and had a really nice conversation while doing so.



[End of flashback]:



I slowly came out of my mind, hearing someone call my name over and over again. "Taichi? Tai? Tai? Big brother? Are you okay? Please answer," I soon realized it was Hikari calling me, and I had fallen asleep. I lifted my head up from the ladder with a tried look in my eyes, Kari placed her hand on my head thinking I had a fever like I did when I was here from digi-world have after fighting Etamon.


I pulled her hand down from my forehead, and climbed up the ladder, flopping onto my bed, careful not to land on Miko who had went on ahead. I felt my covers being pulled over me, so I turned to find out who it was, and spotted Kari standing on the ladder with my sheet in her hand.



"Are you okay, Tai?" She asked, like she would when she was only 8. I nodded slowly feeling, Miko curl up against my arm, propping his chin up on it. Hikari sighed looking like the whole ordeal was her fault, then she was the one who told me Sora would love the hair-pen, but I won't blame it on her that's for sure. "I'm sorry, Sora didn't like your present," Kari whispered. I smiled patting her on the head with my free arm.



"S'okay kido, not your fault," I said desperately trying to make her feel better. Silence came between us, and I wondered if Kari was ever gonna let go of my sheet, when the sound of thunder rolling in the distance echoed through the sky. Kari had a slightly frightened look on her face, and gave me her pleading crimson eyes, I knew what was going to come next. "Can I sleep with you?" she asked. I nodded, despite the fact there wasn't much room, Kari climbed into the bed and cuddled next to me. I wrapped my arm around her awaiting sleep to claim me.




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(Yamato's pov):




I laid on the bed-springless mattress, that resided on the ground looking up at the stars through grandma's skylight window, my mind constantly wondering what Taichi was doing at this exact moment. I smiled to myself, rolling my eyes. He's probably fast asleep by now, I thought closing my eyes, wanting to sleep as well when two arms wrapped themselves around my waist and a head rest itself on my stomach. Surprised, I looked down at discovering Takeru looking up at me with worried/curious eyes like he usually does. "Watcha thinkin' about Niisan?" He asked with a blink.



I shrugged lifting myself up, my elbows supported me while I tried to come up with a good way of explaining my homesickness. "Nothin' really, just kinda home sick already I guess," I replied. Takeru smiled changing his head's position, so that his chin was in my stomach now, his chin pinched my skin. "Me too, I miss mommy and daddy already. I wonder what they're doin'?" He looked at me as if I had the answer to his question, I decided to reply with a lie instead of what I thought they really were doing. "I'm sure they're having a great time in eachother's company," I muttered with a mental scowl.




"No, you don't," TK said bluntly. I looked at him as if he grown two heads, knowing he had caught me out. "Wha? Takeru-san what are you talkin' about, of course I do!" I lied through my teeth. Takeru shook his head with a look my Mom gave me when I got in late while I was under her watchful eyes. I sighed knowing I couldn't lie to my little brother.




"All right, you got me there," I chuckled with a sigh. "If you want to know the truth, I think their at eachother's throats wishing they never had to look at one another ever again." Takeru had a distant look in his as if he was thinking of something to say. "You think so?" He asked innocently. I shrugged, tousling his fine-baby-hair. Takeru sighed positioning his head on the side again, as I laid back down. "Bro, do you think, Mom and dad will get together again?" Takeru asked. I shrugged, though I knew the answer to that question; 'no'. "It's possible Niisan," I whispered closing my eyes. "Get some sleep." I felt TK nod, and I soon drifted of into dream land.


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".....Akey, wakey, Takeru and Yamato!" A scratchy old voice broke into my guitar filled dreams, as I felt my shoulders being shaken my yours truly; Grandma Takaishi. She continued to shake me until I felt like I had whiplash. "NANI?!" I cried, almost losing my cool completely. My cry had waken my little brother, and he began to wail loudly. What did I do?! I thought, thinking I had caused his crying.


Grandma Takaishi let go my shoulders, letting me hit the ground with noting but a thin pillow to slow me down. My head made contact slightly with the floor, and I knew was going to have a hickey and a headache. "Aww, there, there, Takeru," Grandma Takaishi soothed my brother until his wails subsided. She then, rose from her spot after kneeling beside TK, and went off to "burn" breakfast, not cook it.




I rose from the ground rubbing my head continuously wanting the pain to so badly subside, acursed old lady. "Did you have a bad dream, Niisan?" I asked, while Takeru nodded not letting the words hang in the air for a second. I stopped rubbing my head, and pulled him close, TK snuggled close to me sniffling. I moved my hand up and down his back to calm him down a bit more.


"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked hesitantly. There was a pause from Takeru, who opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out but another oncoming cry. "Patamon sniff got-got, sniff hurt-hurt sniff by this mean digimon," He whimpered, as I placed his white hat on his head.



I sighed pulling him from my embrace with cheerful look on my face, drying his cheeks with the back of my hand, Takeru sniffed again but did not cry. "Don't worry little bro, Gabumon will be there to protect him from all the evil-digimon, not that he can't do it himself that is," I chuckled pulling him close. Takeru wrapped his legs around my waist indicating he wanted to carried if I ever got up.




I sighed carefully climbing onto my feet, I made sure TK was holding me tight and my arms were under neath his small tooshie, I ventured across the semi-empty room toward the bathroom. Grandma Takaishi had to get a house with no paper doors, it was like lving in a teahouse and feeling unprotected from the dangers of the outside world, since paper could be easily rip in half.



I yawned before I felt Takeru's hands keep my mouth from closing. I looked down at him in confusion and slight anger as to what he was doing, though it was quiet clear what it was my little-bro was doing. He was probably searching for cavities in my teeth or something. "Rittle row, rwhat rare ya' doin'?" I sounded exactly like Taichi after I had punched him in the face, only non-nasal.



"I'm trying to look at your tonsils, Yama," Takeru said calmly as if he were Dr. Joe Kido in training. I grumbled, as he cocked his head to the side, his blue orbs moved from side to side before finally letting my mouth close. He looked up at me with sad eyes. "I could't see your tonsils Niisan, your tongue moved too much," Takeru whined. I grinned stupidly rolling my eyes; Takeru could be more sill than I sometimes, I yawned again only this time I closed my mouth fast as I saw TK's little hands rise up again. I sat him on his feet, ushering him through the bathroom door, deciding to send Taichi a postcard while waiting for TK to finish up in the bathroom.




I pulled a postcard from Grandma Takashi's pile of festive birtday/events/postcards. The one I chose had an image of a dragon breathing a redorange fire into the sky, possibly roaring his victory over whatever was burning below him. I grabbed a Pen from out of the pencil holder, lying the card on it front I stared at the blank back in front of me pressing the ink-pen down onto it, thinking of what to tell the wild-haired boy. I smirked after pondering and began writing.



Dear Taichi: 8/19/03-Tuesday



It's Matt, I got here in one peice thankfully after a long traffic jam sitting my mother's car for what seemed like hours, and I had to take a piss once we got out of traffic! Talk about torture beyond the meaning of the word. Anyway, Once we were out of town, Mom stopped for gas and bought us ice cold Pepsi, you favorite ~.~ and some Frito's-chips. She got into a large fight which was broke up by the sounds of the police sirens, she practically ran everyone off the rode when she took off, Takeru thought we were gonna die! I couldn't blame him though.



We finally got to my Grandma's, and I didn't get much sleep with TK asking me all these questions about mom and Dad once, our mom was gone. I tried to cheer him up with saying they were probably enjoying each other's company but I couldn't trick him so, I told him what I thought and finally got him to go to sleep. Of course I was rudely awakened by Grandma Takashi and dropped on the head, which lead me to write you this on the back of a postcard.


Your Friend:
Yamato Ishida
PS: Tell, Kari I said hi.



tbc*
R/R! I hope I didn't bore you! Next chapter coming soon! Sakura123~ Should I write though "Our war game"? Lemmie know!