Angst. Angst from me?! I don't believe it! How come it turned out that angsty? Hell, it's just happened. People asked me to write the continuation ignoring the fact that I put FIN at the end, and I liked the idea of continuation. Yeah, talk about being true to my own word. But it's the last continuation, you hear me?!…
As to the title, it should be 'Uh Huh'.
(Night after the Interview)
The fun was over too soon. Taichi stayed in the bed in the spacious bedroom of the hotel suite and watched Yamato move swiftly around the room, picking his cigarettes, and lighting one.
"You smoke?" the brunette wondered calmly. He hid that he was annoyed by the fact.
"I wouldn't survive without."
The blonde threw himself on the bed next to Taichi and lay on his back, puffing the smoke into the ceiling.
"Cigarettes, coffee, random sex," the young man mused. "I didn't know a lot about you."
"You call sex with you random?"
"Well, I didn't say I didn't like it… and we were friends, after all… But so many years have passed. It's just strange to be lovers all of a sudden. We were friends since we were toddlers-"
"Since Digiworld, Taichi," Yamato corrected.
The brunette blinked.
"Yeah, anyway… You were really into music in high school – that's all I remember before you disappeared."
The blonde sighed, a cloud of heavy smoke escaping his mouth much to the discomfort of his friend. Yamato squeezed the half-finished cigarette into the smooth obsidian ashtray.
"I called you regularly. But you were prone to forgetting to call back."
"Oh… that was… I had entrance exams, you know, college and high education, dreams of a good job and good salary – all that."
Taichi gave an apologizing smile to Yamato. The blonde stared back, fascinated by something beyond Taichi. Finally, he woke up from his reveries and asked almost timidly, "And how is it?"
"How is what?"
"College?"
The brunette scratched the back of his head.
"I quit coz I had to work a lot on the radio. I moved to Nagoya coz I didn't want to be a burden for my folks and Hikari."
"I was in Nagoya at that time too. Before I got enough money to go to Europe," Yamato said wistfully. "We planned to start a new project with a new name for the band, new audience. But we ended up playing in the streets and lousy bars where nobody ever came looking for young rock musicians. All of them soon quit. And I drifted from one bar to the other looking for a job or a band that needed a bass guitar player."
"Why not lead singer?"
"I lost my voice then. I had a nasty case of flu," the blonde picked another cigarette and started looking automatically for the lighter. Taichi put his hand on his shoulder, and his chin on top.
"I could have met you in Nagoya," he sighed. He remembered he had money then enough for two and he could have lent Yamato some…
"Probably."
Yamato nodded and his hair descended on Taichi's face. It sent a nice chain of sensations through his body. This hair had descended on his face countless times that night but it was still mesmerizing how it felt, how intimately it touched his skin. Taichi parted his lips and caught a strand of blonde hair between his teeth, which caused Yamato to cast him a dubious side glance.
"You're a real tease, and a sex maniac as well, Yagami," the singer declared from the corner of his mouth. Taichi snatched the unlit cigarette out and pulled Yamato close for a kiss.
"We can be happy together," he murmured when they parted and fell heavily back onto the bed. His hands roamed the sides of the blonde man's body. "Remember how we… fit each other… we were almost… a couple when we were sixteen… Ten years passed.. Aaaaaaaah, Yamato…"
Again his kisses. Smothering in their feverishness, always hungry (when did he learn to kiss like that?) and possessive, but of course, the whole world belonged to him, to his blue eyes and his velvety voice and his blonde hair. Another Gackt. The angel. The nickname they gave him. The idol. Right now nothing mattered.
"Yamato! We can date secretly…"
"Shut up. Just shut up, Taichi. And hurry."
And so it happens again. It's wonderful but there is something besides our bodies that is working here. And it's wedging its way into me, as I wedge my way in his body; something overwhelming seizes my brain and my heart speeds up. I want to say something. I probably won't be able to (kisses!) but I'll explode if I don't. I love you.
Yes, that's right. I love you, Ishida Yamato. I don't want to wait another ten years for you, though I'll still be loving you.
Oh, how soon the fun is over. Taichi lay back to have a small respite, while Yamato again went to search for the cigarettes. Thin morning light seeped through the slits in dark heavy curtains.
"Yamato, I have a lighter in the pocket of my coat."
"Thanks."
"Why don't you go to sleep? You had almost no sleep tonight," Taichi said drowsily. The blonde grinned and disappeared in the shower. The brown-haired man fell gradually asleep, soothed by the sounds of running water and the absence of any thoughts in his mind. The alarm-clock woke him up an hour and a half later. Yamato was fully dressed, his hair combed and styled, his suitcase guarding the door. The blonde imp was holding his beeping cellphone to Taichi's ear.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty."
The brown-haired man looked around him with slight disorientation and a sick feeling settled in his heart when he noticed the suitcase, and the bodyguard who came in through the front door, ready to accompany the rock star.
"Time to say goodbye," Yamato added softly.
"Wait, Yamato –" Taichi panicked. He wanted Yamato to stay! He didn't mean it as a one night stand. No, they were supposed to never part. Weren't they soulmates for life? "What are you talking about? You're leaving me?!" he said as angrily as he could manage after the short period of sleep.
Yamato kissed him on lips. But the kiss tasted bitter and Taichi pulled away.
"So, I guess I should be happy with my little adventure into the Ishida Yamato's bed," he said sarcastically. Yamato brushed his hair before the mirror. He really was going to walk away just like that.
"It's the way it is, Taichi. I have to go. I'm a rock star. I have concerts, CDs that I want to write, fans that believe in me.. I can't decide for myself. I belong to too many people…"
"And there is nothing at all to it?! You're just GOING?!" he shouted without even realizing it.
"I'll see you, Taichi. I hope to see you again. We had a great time. Goodbye."
He wanted to spring up and held him in this room – for an eternity if needed – just not to feel any more pain that came from the parting. But the hope of a maybe future meeting was even worse than pain, because after the meeting came the despair of the parting.
Is that what you're leaving me with, Yamato? – with the hope of someday? How long should he wait to see him again – another ten years? You're leaving me to relive again and again this night? You're leaving me when I finally understood I love you? He wanted to shout at him. He wanted to hit him.
He watched helplessly Yamato exit the room and watched his bodyguard take the suitcase and follow him. Taichi couldn't think that he had been played just like that.
The door banged shut, the steps died away as he sat in his bed, in a rich hotel room and stared into space.
"No, I don't want to say goodbye. Never say goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye to you, Ishida Yamato."
Taichi hit the bedboard, the pillow where Yamato's head rested during the moments when they were making love, the blanket with the scent of his body…
"I don't want to let you go ever again!.."
He heard the car roll up to the entrance of the hotel and roll away.
Taichi sat up, decided all of a sudden, and stared calmly at the wall. So, he was in love with Ishida Yamato. Now he knew which way his happiness lay. He knew what he was going to do. He had an aim in life. He was going to win Ishida Yamato to himself.
End
A/n Yama meanie! And now this fic is rated R. Damn.
Taichi aka Sakurazukamori: SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH! Bwahaha…