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A/N: The club Tiptop that is in this chapter actually does exist, even though I've never been there myself. If you wanna go there, go to Stockholm!  =D

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Lovesick – Chapter two

By ThatGirl

A few days had passed, and Taichi had discovered that the tough looking neighbours actually were not that bad.

Mostly because they considered him as a part of the gang after they had defended him against three bulky thugs with ladies' tights over their faces. Taichi had made it out of the robbery with only a split lip and a sore side, but all the money he had just taken out of the bank to pay the rent with, were gone.

"Damn it!" he cursed, and one of the neighbours stopped him from smacking his head into the brick wall.

"Take it easy, man", he said.

"That was most of what I have in the bank at all!"

"What's your job then?"
"I draw little comic strips for a paper. It's not that well paid."

"Oh." the guy said. "I'm Doi." he then introduced himself. "And that's Bunzo, Eiji, and Gekko." He pointed at the others.

"I'm Taichi. You know Koushiro? I'm living with him. Not like *that*, though! I'm his friend and his friend only."

They talked for a while and then his four new friends followed him back to the bank, waited for Taichi to take out new money, and after that they went home again. Taichi thanked them before he went up to the apartment, his steps heavy.

"So how was your day?" Koushiro asked, stepping out into the hall with a blue haired young man who wore a pair of thick glasses beside him.

"I got mugged. They took the rent. I picked out new money from the bank. Now I'm almost completely broke."

"He's usually more cheerful, but he's just gotten dumped by some bitch." Koushiro said to the blue haired one.

"Hey!" Sora *was* a bitch, in his opinion now anyway, but he did not like being talked about like if he was not even there, when he very much was there.

"Sorry. By the way, this is Jyou, my boyfriend." Koushiro lit up.

"Nice to meet you", Jyou greeted, reaching out his right hand.

"Yeah, you too", Taichi nodded, taking it.

"You really got robbed?" Koushiro asked, almost as if he had thought Taichi had been joking at first.

"Uh-huh."

Koushiro made a sympathising face.   

"Perhaps you should call the paper you're working for. Maybe they can send you some of your wages earlier?"

"Sure, I'll do that."

Koushiro and Jyou went back into the living room, and Taichi walked into the small kitchen, lifting the phone.

"Six, six, seven, two, nine, four, four", he mumbled absent-mindedly as he pushed the buttons.

"Mr. Abe's office, Sushi World, how can I help you?" a feminine voice spoke up.

"It's Yagami Taichi. I'd like to speak to Mr. Abe, please."

"Yagami? The one who draws the comic strips?"

"Yes, that's me. Why?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Mr. Abe was very offended by one of your strips." the secretary said.

"Which one?" Taichi had a bad feeling about this.

"The one with the dead lobster and the squid. I'm sorry, but you're fired."

"WHAT!? You can't fire me! I'm in Tokyo! I've just gotten mugged!"

The girl made an uncomfortable noise.

"Err…"

"My God, that guy's been making millions on raw fish and cold rice, and he's offended when he reads my comic strips?"

"Maybe you should reconsider your sense of humour…"

Taichi did not bother to let the secretary finish, and slammed the receiver down.

"DAMN IT!" he half sobbed.

*****

"Jyou, I've never seen him so low before…" Koushiro whispered to his boyfriend. The three of them were sitting in the living room, watching TV. Or, no-one was really watching: Koushiro and Jyou were having a hushed conversation about Taichi, and Taichi himself was just staring into space, his eyes gloomy and dull, not the normal warm, chocolate shade of brown they used to be in.

"My theory is, that his week his entire life has changed, and he has gotten very tumbled around and feels emotionally wounded by everything." Koushiro continued seriously. "I think he needs to have some fun. And maybe he needs to find himself someone new."

"How about this," Jyou began. "Tomorrow, it's Friday, so we'll take him out to some club. And there he'll have all the fun he can wish for and all, and if he's lucky he might find himself someone as well."

"Sounds good." Koushiro agreed, snuggling closer to Jyou, who smiled softly. He then happened to glance at the clock. "Jyou! Your bus!"
"My bus? My bus!" Jyou sprang up from the couch and planted a quick kiss on Koushiro's cheek before running out of the apartment, hoping to make it in time for the buss home. The two had figured that Taichi maybe would like a quiet night for once, and especially now since he was feeling so down.

"Taichi?" Koushiro said and Taichi looked at him with hollow eyes. "You don't seem to be feeling so good," Taichi snorted a little, "so Jyou and I thought that we'd take you out tomorrow."

"Out? Where?" Taichi asked.

"Umm… to some club, I reckon."

"…" Taichi only stared at him. "Not some gay –"

"Perhaps."

"What's with everybody thinking that I'm gay all the time!?" Taichi suddenly yelled. Not loudly, but loud enough to startle Koushiro a bit.

"Well, maybe you're bi then?"

"Straight! I'm a straight guy with a headache", Taichi groaned, but his mind, as it did every time he said it, questioned the statement, and not the headache thing.

"Calm down, Taichi! I didn't mean for you to get offended! You have to be more laid back!" Koushiro said.

"I *am* laid back, it's 'bend over' I've got a problem with!"

Koushiro sighed.

"The problem with *straight* guys", he empathized the word considerably, "is that they always seem to think that all gay ones are interested in them."

"No, I only think that if they have their hand between my buttocks", Taichi said, folding his arms over his chest grumpily, causing Koushiro to draw another sigh and roll his eyes. He did not know why he was acting like this, but most of all, he just wanted a few days on his own. At least he felt like that right now. He had felt another way a few hours before, but his mood kept swinging so he was not sure. Maybe he just needed something like… love?

He exhaled noisily and miserably through his nose and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and make himself ready for the bed. No, *couch*.

Koushiro gazed after him, and then called Jyou.

"Have you told him about our plans for Friday?" The blue haired young man asked.

"Yeah, and if I wouldn't be believing that he was a low bisexual guy in denial, I'd say he is a nine on the homophobe scale. But for the reason that I do believe that, I think that he might have a good time tomorrow."

So the day after that day, the couple dragged an unwilling and rather curious - though he did not want to admit it - Taichi to the club Tiptop.

"What is this place?" Taichi wondered, as they made their way through the dancing crowd towards the bar.

"A place where penniless guys from Odaiba can get loads of free drinks and have a hell of a time." Koushiro answered, as if it was something Taichi should take as homework.

"Did Koushiro tell you that this was the place we met in?" Jyou asked.

"Nope, he didn't. When did you two meet, anyway?"

"Almost a year ago."

"Okay", Taichi said.

"Well, here we are then. You want something?" Koushiro turned to Taichi, who just got poked on the shoulder by a man in leather, one of the few ones who actually wore that material. The man also wore a very suggestive smile.

"The same as you and a bottle of sleeping pills?" He cautiously moved away from the man.

How come I always end up in strange situations like these? At first I end up as the only so-called 'normal' guy in the Japanese Harlem, and then I end up as the only straight one in, like, Blue Oyster bar here! The small voice he had grown accustomed to disagreed again. What am I doing wrong?

"Shall we dance?" a black haired man asked him.

"No thank you, I was injured during the war."

Many men had offered him drinks, and even though he had said no to more than half of them, he had drunk enough to be certain that he would feel really good tonight, and really awful tomorrow.

But wait a minute… he thought. Isn't that an illusion, or do I see a really beautiful person standing over there, glancing at me?

Indeed, he did see a really beautiful person glancing at him. The person made his way towards Taichi.

"Hey", he smiled.

"Hey", Taichi said, for once not caring about that this blonde was not a girl. "Those are the most incredible eyes I've ever seen, and I'm not only saying that because I'm really drunk right now." he said honestly, managing to sound almost sober.

The boy blushed almost unnoticeably.

"Thank you. I actually kind of like your hair", he said.

"My hair?"

"Yeah, so wild and… bushy."

Taichi laughed, looking deeply into the azure eyes of the stranger. It was not only the eyes that were beautiful on him however, his whole complexion was stunning. The body, the face, the attitude, the…well, everything! He did not want this blonde to stay only a stranger to him.

"What's your name?"

"Yamato." Yamato said. "And yours?"

"Taichi."           

Yamato. Ironic that you find the cutest guy in town in the nastiest club in Tokyo.

The club was not really nasty, but it fit better in the sentence.

A few metres away, Koushiro finally spotted Taichi talking to a familiar blonde.

"Jyou, look!" He poked Jyou. "He's met Yamato."

Jyou nodded and smiled.
"They seem to get along."

Yamato unconsciously moved a bit closer to Taichi, who was not complaining. The two had begun talking about Taichi's problems in his life now.

"Yes, I did get dumped by my girlfriend," Taichi said.

"So you're straight then?" Yamato asked, sounding a tad disappointed. Taichi hesitated.

"I… I'm bi." he finally said, surprising himself, but immediately feeling sort of proud as he saw Yamato's face light up.

"Me too." he said.

From the table Koushiro and Jyou had sat down by, they smiled delightedly.

"I *said* he'd hade a good time, I *said* so!" Koushiro bounced happily on the chair, and Jyou decided to keep him from drinking anything more.

"I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do now? I've just gotten fired and I'm, like, miles away from home!" Taichi said. They had gotten to the topic of his job-situation.

"It'll be alright, you'll see. You get to live for free with your friend, right?"
"Yeah, but I can't live there forever. I'll have to sell my ass if I want to remain here for more than two weeks!"
Yamato sniggered.

"Well… I can consider renting it for a couple of days…" He batted his eyelashes in an overly flirty way.

Taichi stared at him, and the blue piercing yet gentle eyes met the gaze, holding it in a silent challenge.

Taichi felt the muscles in the corners of his mouth pull, and then he burst out laughing.

"I think I like you, Yamato", he said.

"Good. 'Cause I think I like to too"

---A few minutes later---

This is too good to be true!

Taichi let his tongue swirl around, caressing the inside of Yamato's mouth. He held the blonde closer with one hand around the slender waist, stroking the back with the other, while Yamato's fingers entwined themselves in his hair. He shivered when Yamato moaned and purred faintly, sending vague vibrations that felt almost like electricity into him.

This has *got* to be too good to be true!

"They seem to have grown very fond of each other, ne?" Koushiro giggled. Jyou could only nod. Yamato was known to be 'That perfect guy most were lusting for, but who no-one could get'. A see-but-not-to-touch-person. So Jyou was surprised to see that he so willingly was giving in to Koushiro's friend Taichi. He obviously liked him a lot. And Taichi's actions sure gave the impression of that the feeling was mutual, and as long as he did not hurt Yamato, Jyou would only feel happiness for the two. He admitted that he was rather overprotective for his friend, but this friend was his best one and Jyou did not want to see his best friend in a rerun of his last boyfriend. Yamato did not really seem to be suffering for the moment though. Jyou smiled, turning back to Koushiro.

A/N: There's more to come of this… if you liked it, that is:) Please review and tell me what you think!