//Taichi POV//
I woke up the following morning with one main thought; that it was very, very enjoyable to wake up feeling so warm and comfortable. I haven't slept so well in years. I dreamt that Yama came back for me. It was a wonderful dream. But of course, it was only a dream.
But, being me, I decided to 'sleep in,' even though there wasn't anything to sleep in for. Typical me, eh?
I just lay there for a while, daydreaming about Yama; his pool blue eyes, his straw colored hair that always had to be just perfect, his smile. Especially his smile. The ends of his full, lush pink lips would turn up slowly, and then slowly become into a grin that showed off his dazzling white teeth. And his skin was so smooth, creamy and pale and porcelain- like. It was times like these that I wish I could actually see him, even if I couldn't talk to him or touch him. I just want to see him so badly.
Groaning I rolled over, and it took my rational mind a while to register that the source of the enjoyment I felt before was the second body that was formerly pressed tightly up against his back, and right now still seemed asleep. And even then I didn't immediately make the connection.
But when I rolled over meeting a face-full of blonde hair it hit me. You know in cartoons when one of those huge blacks balls attached to thick chains swing and hit the character right in the face? Well, that's what I felt right then. The wonderful, wonderful reality. Because none other than Yamato Ishida was sleeping soundly on the ground next to me.
I stared at him for a minute or so, just letting it sink in. Memories from the night before came flooding back, and I almost whooped out loud in joy of it not being a dream, but I didn't for fear of waking this beautiful sleeping angel.
I smiled a little, seeing how his hair was in disarray. I watched as his chest rose and fell in steady breathing. The breath, that less than five minutes ago, was tickling the back of my neck. I gazed, hypnotized.
I remembered that during those blissful moments before when I felt so completely comfortable that Yama had his arms around my waist tightly and his face buried in my neck. Plus, we were touching from head to toe. I wonder if Yama . . . nah, he couldn't. I mean, what was so special about me? I love Yama because . . . well, I just do. There's no explanation for it. It just seems that I'm destined to love him, to protect him, to spend the rest of my life with him . . . but that'll never happen. Not in a million years.
I smiled to myself again as I marvelled how beautiful he was. He looked so calm, so peaceful. Like there was not an ounce of bad in him. They say no one is perfect, but the sleeping figure in front of me that still has one arm on my waist certainly is. At least in my eyes.
I noticed that Yama had his arm on my waist just then and smiled. Probably thinks I'm someone else, I thought. I wasn't uncomfortable with this at all, but Yamato probably would if he knew what he was doing. And anyway, I just realized that I really needed to pee. It took all my mind power to not think about taps, waterfalls, or other water sources as I slowly and carefully extricated myself, as not to wake Yamato and create an uncomfortable scene. Taking one last look at Yama, I ran off into nature's bathroom to do my business.
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Matt's POV ~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
Weak fingers of sun tried to grab at my eyes, slowly waking me. In my half- dazed state, I smiled stupidly as I remembered the wonderful dream I had. It had Taichi in it, and we met and talked, and then I slept beside him, and even kissed the back of his neck at which I think he murmured contently in response. But it was just a dream.
I growled slightly at the evil, evil sun that had pulled me from my slumber. I screwed my eyes shut tighter, but the rays grew increasingly brighter, and I groaned, rolling over in my bed and reached for my alarm clock to see what time it was. And reached, grabbing blindly at where the goddamn clock was supposed to be. Finally I opened my eyes, but it was not my plain white ceiling that met me, but a clear blue sky with clouds floating by gracefully. I looked from side to side, and realized that I was lying on a grassy ground near a building, near a forest. It registered that I was in the digital world, and suddenly memories from yesterday came flooding back to me. I smiled, remembering how happy I was to see Taichi, my dear Taichi. Speaking of Taichi, I looked around again. Where was he?
As if to answer my question, I instantly heard a humming coming from somewhere behind me, and I rolled over onto my stomach to see Taichi sitting by a fire, on which he was trying to cook some fish. He seemed happy though. He was singing a tune with a fast pace beat which I recognised somewhat. As he stoked the fire, I could make out the words:
". . . yesterday, you'd forgiven me, but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry . . ."
I smiled, remembering a conversation we had when we were still all in the digital world all those years ago.
//Flashback//
It was a still, quiet night, but the digidestined were far from peaceful, as they were sitting around a campfire as Sora and Mimi danced to a song they and the rest were singing and clapping along merrily. Once they finished, Matt looked over to TK, his younger brother, who was currently asleep on the ground beside him.
Tai also noticed this, commenting, "Poor guy. Too much action for the lil' tyke."
Matt smiled. "Yeah, he's pretty pooped out. But that doesn't mean we have to stop! This is fun!"
"Yeah," spoke up Koushiro. "I believe that Tai still hasn't informed us of his favorite song."
"That's right," pried Sora. "C'mon Tai, we've all sang our favorite songs. It's your turn." The rest of the group added agreeing comments until Tai threw his hands in the air and cried, "Okay, alright!" He received encouraging applause and whoops as he stood up and he shifted from one foot to the other.
"Okay, but I'm warning you, I can't sing, and you guys have to promise not to laugh," he added warningly.
Matt stood up then. "Hey, I can sing, sort of, I mean I can't be worse then you, right?" He punched my arm playfully and grinned. "If I know the song, maybe I can help you sing it."
"Thanks, Matt, but I doubt you'll be able to even if you know it. It's pretty fast," said Taichi.
"Well, what is it?" asked Joe.
"It's called 'One Week' by the Barenaked Ladies," he said, blushing.
We stared at him, before Mimi broke out in a high-pitched giggle. Tai frowned. "Hey, I asked you not to laugh!"
"It's not you or the song, but what kind of name for a band is 'Barenaked Ladies?'" she said, gasping for breath. The rest laughed or grinned at Mimi's antics, and I turned to Tai.
"I know the song, but you're right, I probably won't be able to sing it. But can you? I could play the tune on my harmonica."
Tai grinned, and nodded. So I sat back down and pulled my harmonica out of my back pocket and blew experimentally a few times before nodding to Taichi, who grinned at took it away.
"It's been one week since you looked at me, Cocked your head to the side and said 'I'm angry.' Five days since you laughed at me saying, 'Get that together come back and see me.' Three days since the living room, I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you. Yesterday you'd forgiven me, but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry.
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink, as I make you stop, think, you'll think you're looking at Aquaman. I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss, I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan.
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes. big like Leann Rimes, because I'm all about value. Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits, you try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin, achin shake I like vanilla, It's the finest of the flavours. Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know the Vertigo is gonna grow cause it's so dangerous, You'll have to sign a waiver . . . "
Everyone was clapping along and singing bits that they knew every now and then. You could tell that Tai was having the time of his life. True, he couldn't sing, but as he spoke the words he made hand movements and danced and jumped around the campfire. We were all laughing and clapping and I even put down my harmonica to go dance with him. He grabbed my arms and we spun round and round, clinging to each other with glee as Tai shouted the words and I just laughed along . . .
//Back to Present//
Smiling, I got up and went over to Tai, grabbing the sticks with burned fish and replaced them with more he had on the ground, and started to sing along. After everyone but Tai came home from the digital world, I heard the song on the radio one day and memorized it. I don't know why I did it, but it made me feel a little better to think that now, there was a small part of Tai still with me.
Tai looked up when he saw me coming and grinned when I started to sing. We sang the entire song, re-enacting the first time he sang it and dancing around the fire with glee. He grabbed my arms, and I widened my grin so much that my cheeks hurt, but I didn't care. We looked into each other's laughing eyes as we went into the last chorus and we yelled the lyrics, spinning round and round until we fell breathless onto the ground.
"That was fun," gasped Tai, giggling.
I raised an eyebrow. "Tai, are you giggling?" A giggle was my response. "The only time I've ever heard you giggle was in our tickle fights, you remember?"
A look of mock-horror came over his face and an evil grin came over mine. Tai began spluttering.
"Matt - c'mon buddy, that's not fair - you know I'm really ticklish and - Matt, what are you doing? Matt - Matt!" I was crawling over to him and he was backing away. I stopped moving, and he seemed to sigh with relief when I pretended to get up, giving up. But I took that opportunity to jump on him and tickle his ribs mercilessly.
"AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!! Matt, stop! Stop it! Ah, ah!" he laughed and giggled, giggling mostly. I laughed, watching his arms and legs flail every which way, but to no avail. I attacked his sides, neck, armpits, feet, and his weak spot, right underneath his knees. When I tickled him there he nearly kicked me away, but he missed and I ended up smushing my face into his stomach, laying inbetween his legs. We lay like that for a while, Tai's giggles subsiding and both of us catching our breath. It felt really nice, lying there on Taichi's stomach, and for one instant, everything was perfect in the world. But that moment was shattered.
"Matt?"
"Mmm?" I murmured, feeling very at peace.
"Could you get off me?"
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Cliffie! Okay, not a very good one, but still. Hehe, and I added one of my very favorite songs in the whole world . . . One Week!!! Best song ever!! People who see me walking down the streets singing it at the top of my lungs give me strange looks, but meh. Whatever. I know this chappie is kinda lame, but I think my muse is taking vacation in the Bahamas . . . ahhh, the Bahamas . . . *snaps back to reality* Does it suck? Is it good? Review and tell me!
I woke up the following morning with one main thought; that it was very, very enjoyable to wake up feeling so warm and comfortable. I haven't slept so well in years. I dreamt that Yama came back for me. It was a wonderful dream. But of course, it was only a dream.
But, being me, I decided to 'sleep in,' even though there wasn't anything to sleep in for. Typical me, eh?
I just lay there for a while, daydreaming about Yama; his pool blue eyes, his straw colored hair that always had to be just perfect, his smile. Especially his smile. The ends of his full, lush pink lips would turn up slowly, and then slowly become into a grin that showed off his dazzling white teeth. And his skin was so smooth, creamy and pale and porcelain- like. It was times like these that I wish I could actually see him, even if I couldn't talk to him or touch him. I just want to see him so badly.
Groaning I rolled over, and it took my rational mind a while to register that the source of the enjoyment I felt before was the second body that was formerly pressed tightly up against his back, and right now still seemed asleep. And even then I didn't immediately make the connection.
But when I rolled over meeting a face-full of blonde hair it hit me. You know in cartoons when one of those huge blacks balls attached to thick chains swing and hit the character right in the face? Well, that's what I felt right then. The wonderful, wonderful reality. Because none other than Yamato Ishida was sleeping soundly on the ground next to me.
I stared at him for a minute or so, just letting it sink in. Memories from the night before came flooding back, and I almost whooped out loud in joy of it not being a dream, but I didn't for fear of waking this beautiful sleeping angel.
I smiled a little, seeing how his hair was in disarray. I watched as his chest rose and fell in steady breathing. The breath, that less than five minutes ago, was tickling the back of my neck. I gazed, hypnotized.
I remembered that during those blissful moments before when I felt so completely comfortable that Yama had his arms around my waist tightly and his face buried in my neck. Plus, we were touching from head to toe. I wonder if Yama . . . nah, he couldn't. I mean, what was so special about me? I love Yama because . . . well, I just do. There's no explanation for it. It just seems that I'm destined to love him, to protect him, to spend the rest of my life with him . . . but that'll never happen. Not in a million years.
I smiled to myself again as I marvelled how beautiful he was. He looked so calm, so peaceful. Like there was not an ounce of bad in him. They say no one is perfect, but the sleeping figure in front of me that still has one arm on my waist certainly is. At least in my eyes.
I noticed that Yama had his arm on my waist just then and smiled. Probably thinks I'm someone else, I thought. I wasn't uncomfortable with this at all, but Yamato probably would if he knew what he was doing. And anyway, I just realized that I really needed to pee. It took all my mind power to not think about taps, waterfalls, or other water sources as I slowly and carefully extricated myself, as not to wake Yamato and create an uncomfortable scene. Taking one last look at Yama, I ran off into nature's bathroom to do my business.
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Matt's POV ~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
Weak fingers of sun tried to grab at my eyes, slowly waking me. In my half- dazed state, I smiled stupidly as I remembered the wonderful dream I had. It had Taichi in it, and we met and talked, and then I slept beside him, and even kissed the back of his neck at which I think he murmured contently in response. But it was just a dream.
I growled slightly at the evil, evil sun that had pulled me from my slumber. I screwed my eyes shut tighter, but the rays grew increasingly brighter, and I groaned, rolling over in my bed and reached for my alarm clock to see what time it was. And reached, grabbing blindly at where the goddamn clock was supposed to be. Finally I opened my eyes, but it was not my plain white ceiling that met me, but a clear blue sky with clouds floating by gracefully. I looked from side to side, and realized that I was lying on a grassy ground near a building, near a forest. It registered that I was in the digital world, and suddenly memories from yesterday came flooding back to me. I smiled, remembering how happy I was to see Taichi, my dear Taichi. Speaking of Taichi, I looked around again. Where was he?
As if to answer my question, I instantly heard a humming coming from somewhere behind me, and I rolled over onto my stomach to see Taichi sitting by a fire, on which he was trying to cook some fish. He seemed happy though. He was singing a tune with a fast pace beat which I recognised somewhat. As he stoked the fire, I could make out the words:
". . . yesterday, you'd forgiven me, but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry . . ."
I smiled, remembering a conversation we had when we were still all in the digital world all those years ago.
//Flashback//
It was a still, quiet night, but the digidestined were far from peaceful, as they were sitting around a campfire as Sora and Mimi danced to a song they and the rest were singing and clapping along merrily. Once they finished, Matt looked over to TK, his younger brother, who was currently asleep on the ground beside him.
Tai also noticed this, commenting, "Poor guy. Too much action for the lil' tyke."
Matt smiled. "Yeah, he's pretty pooped out. But that doesn't mean we have to stop! This is fun!"
"Yeah," spoke up Koushiro. "I believe that Tai still hasn't informed us of his favorite song."
"That's right," pried Sora. "C'mon Tai, we've all sang our favorite songs. It's your turn." The rest of the group added agreeing comments until Tai threw his hands in the air and cried, "Okay, alright!" He received encouraging applause and whoops as he stood up and he shifted from one foot to the other.
"Okay, but I'm warning you, I can't sing, and you guys have to promise not to laugh," he added warningly.
Matt stood up then. "Hey, I can sing, sort of, I mean I can't be worse then you, right?" He punched my arm playfully and grinned. "If I know the song, maybe I can help you sing it."
"Thanks, Matt, but I doubt you'll be able to even if you know it. It's pretty fast," said Taichi.
"Well, what is it?" asked Joe.
"It's called 'One Week' by the Barenaked Ladies," he said, blushing.
We stared at him, before Mimi broke out in a high-pitched giggle. Tai frowned. "Hey, I asked you not to laugh!"
"It's not you or the song, but what kind of name for a band is 'Barenaked Ladies?'" she said, gasping for breath. The rest laughed or grinned at Mimi's antics, and I turned to Tai.
"I know the song, but you're right, I probably won't be able to sing it. But can you? I could play the tune on my harmonica."
Tai grinned, and nodded. So I sat back down and pulled my harmonica out of my back pocket and blew experimentally a few times before nodding to Taichi, who grinned at took it away.
"It's been one week since you looked at me, Cocked your head to the side and said 'I'm angry.' Five days since you laughed at me saying, 'Get that together come back and see me.' Three days since the living room, I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you. Yesterday you'd forgiven me, but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry.
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink, as I make you stop, think, you'll think you're looking at Aquaman. I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss, I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan.
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes. big like Leann Rimes, because I'm all about value. Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits, you try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin, achin shake I like vanilla, It's the finest of the flavours. Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know the Vertigo is gonna grow cause it's so dangerous, You'll have to sign a waiver . . . "
Everyone was clapping along and singing bits that they knew every now and then. You could tell that Tai was having the time of his life. True, he couldn't sing, but as he spoke the words he made hand movements and danced and jumped around the campfire. We were all laughing and clapping and I even put down my harmonica to go dance with him. He grabbed my arms and we spun round and round, clinging to each other with glee as Tai shouted the words and I just laughed along . . .
//Back to Present//
Smiling, I got up and went over to Tai, grabbing the sticks with burned fish and replaced them with more he had on the ground, and started to sing along. After everyone but Tai came home from the digital world, I heard the song on the radio one day and memorized it. I don't know why I did it, but it made me feel a little better to think that now, there was a small part of Tai still with me.
Tai looked up when he saw me coming and grinned when I started to sing. We sang the entire song, re-enacting the first time he sang it and dancing around the fire with glee. He grabbed my arms, and I widened my grin so much that my cheeks hurt, but I didn't care. We looked into each other's laughing eyes as we went into the last chorus and we yelled the lyrics, spinning round and round until we fell breathless onto the ground.
"That was fun," gasped Tai, giggling.
I raised an eyebrow. "Tai, are you giggling?" A giggle was my response. "The only time I've ever heard you giggle was in our tickle fights, you remember?"
A look of mock-horror came over his face and an evil grin came over mine. Tai began spluttering.
"Matt - c'mon buddy, that's not fair - you know I'm really ticklish and - Matt, what are you doing? Matt - Matt!" I was crawling over to him and he was backing away. I stopped moving, and he seemed to sigh with relief when I pretended to get up, giving up. But I took that opportunity to jump on him and tickle his ribs mercilessly.
"AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!! Matt, stop! Stop it! Ah, ah!" he laughed and giggled, giggling mostly. I laughed, watching his arms and legs flail every which way, but to no avail. I attacked his sides, neck, armpits, feet, and his weak spot, right underneath his knees. When I tickled him there he nearly kicked me away, but he missed and I ended up smushing my face into his stomach, laying inbetween his legs. We lay like that for a while, Tai's giggles subsiding and both of us catching our breath. It felt really nice, lying there on Taichi's stomach, and for one instant, everything was perfect in the world. But that moment was shattered.
"Matt?"
"Mmm?" I murmured, feeling very at peace.
"Could you get off me?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Cliffie! Okay, not a very good one, but still. Hehe, and I added one of my very favorite songs in the whole world . . . One Week!!! Best song ever!! People who see me walking down the streets singing it at the top of my lungs give me strange looks, but meh. Whatever. I know this chappie is kinda lame, but I think my muse is taking vacation in the Bahamas . . . ahhh, the Bahamas . . . *snaps back to reality* Does it suck? Is it good? Review and tell me!