The Soccer Ball's Tune
Chapter Three
Alyse Minamoto
The stars were beautiful that night. It was the one thing he smiled at when remembering the night it had happened. He had been scared, but he couldn't deny that there had been a since of unwavering anticipation of the adventure that was sure to come.
Ugh... His head felt like a huge boulder had fallen on top of him and now he was feeling the aftershocks. He wanted to cringe, or shiver, or something! but didn't as he didn't think he'd enjoy the feeling of a spinning head. He'd only had a hang-over once before... back at a party when he was 16... with...
"Yamato..." It was soft, a whisper that shouldn't have been able to be heard unless listening very closely.
James looked at Taichi, eyes widening as he heard the boy say someone's name. Who was Yamato? Taichi had never mentioned him before. But then Taichi never spoke of his life before coming to America. It made him, the whole team wonder, and worry as well.
"Taichi...? You awake? The water will help." He said, as Taichi peeked open an eye.
"O-oh? Kami-sama... My head..." Taichi grimaced.
James chuckled a bit.
"Don't try to move unless you want another adventure in the bathroom. Here, drink." He took the glass of water, and slowly dipped it to Taichi's mouth, allowing him to drink some without having it all over him.
"Eew..." Taichi muttered as he stopped drinking the water.
"Hmm?"
"My mouth tastes disgusting."
James let out a full-fledged laugh.
"Well, that's to be expected, or do you not remember you're nightly exertions in the bathroom? I'd think they'd be rather hard to forget."
Taichi had to grin at that. Oh how he remembered throwing-up. It was a very bad memory. And he remembered Yamato laughing at him in the background, rubbing his back before tucking him into his own bed and snuggling up together.
Taichi's eyes snapped open. He sat up faster than he would have thought possible. He was remembering things. Why on earth was he remembering things!? He had to calm down. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.
"Taichi! Are you okay? You shouldn't move so fast."
That's right. It was James with him last night, not Yamato. So how come all he remembered was Yamato's hands soothing him that night, and his breath, filled with the smell liquor, on his neck sending chills down his spine and to his libido.
Taichi shut his eyes tight. He didn't want to remember that. He didn't want to remember Yamato. He didn't want to remember anything! So why couldn't he stop? Every night he'd dream of him and it was Yamato thought of when someone asked if he had a sweetheart.
Every game he'd ever played the remembrance of Yamato's smiles and good lucks were the things that crossed his mind as he made the winning goal or even the pass right before a teammate made it.
It was because of Yamato that he'd won so many games. But it was also because of Yamato that he'd... No! He wasn't going to think about it! He wouldn't!
Taichi clutched his ears and pushed into his head, trying to stifle his own thoughts. This was why he never drank. Drinking reminded him of Yamato. It broke down his barriers he worked so hard to put up, and allowed the memories to come in, unfiltered and unmoderated
"Taichi! Taichi! Are you okay!?" He could hear James frantically spinning questions at him, but didn't care enough to respond. All he wanted was for those goddamned memories to leave him alone!
"Urusai! Urusai!" Why wouldn't they shut up? Why wouldn't they be quiet? Did they enjoy torturing him? He wouldn't have thought memories to enjoy that sort of thing but he believed it very much right then. They just wouldn't go away!
The warmth of skin against skin, hard breathing, moans and gasping.
The slow hush and mumble against his naked throat, "Taichi..."
No! No! No! He wouldn't relive it! He wouldn't! He couldn't! Not that moment, when he felt most vulnerable to that blond-hared boy. Not that memory. Not any memory! None! Memories of his friends and family just needed to disappear!
They hurt too much...
W/ love
Alyse