"Yamato...What are you doing here?" I croaked.
"I...I needed to see you." he said softly. I gulped, and led him inside. I took his hand and brought him over to the couch and sat him down.
"Can I, um, get you something to drink?" I asked nervously. I had no idea why he was here. What if Taichi got shot?
Yamato nodded and ask for only water, so I got up and pulled a glass out of the cupboard.
I could feel through my veins how tense Yamato was. Like he feared something. He has nothing to fear about telling me and he knows that, so what's wrong?
I filled up the glass and walked back to the couch and handed Yamato his water. He continued to look at the floor as I sat down next to him. His eyes looked so worried. I reached my hand over and took his hand in mine, and he looked at me.
"What's wrong, Matt?" I asked quietly.
"We miss you, Hikari." he whispered. "I missed you."
"I missed you guys too." I said softly.
"Come home." he sighed. I lowered my eyelids slowly and looked away.
"Yamato...You know I can't do that."
"Kari, please..." he pleaded. I could see his tears fall. Feel, almost. I reached my hand up and wiped his tears away. I could feel my own start to run. I wrapped my arms around him and felt him wrap his arms around me and rest his chin on my head. I felt this warming, comforting feeling coming from him. Loving, caring, like a hug I would get from both Tai and Takeru mixed together. I could feel my heart beat in rhythm to his, and I felt faint.
Why did I feel that way? I mean it was Yamato. The same Yamato that used to babysit me. The same Yamato that knew I loved his brother. The same Yamato who...
Who cheered me up when I was sad. Who sang me a song so I would laugh again. The same Yamato who got mad at me when I would call his music crap. The same Yamato who offered to teach me how to play a guitar.
If this was the same Yamato, how come it didn't feel the same? How come I felt flushed when held me.
"Yamato..." I said into his chest.
"What?" he asked me. I lifted my head from him, just slightly, enough so he could hear me, but close enough to him that I still felt his warmth.
"Does anybody miss me?" I asked quietly. He sighed heavily and held me tighter.
"Everybody misses you, Hika. Your mom has gone crazy, your dad filed a missing persons ad, and Takeru's broken down into tiny...Little...Crumbly...Things." Yamato said slowly, sounding a little a confused by his owns words. I chuckled.
"I'm serious! He really is torn." Yamato giggled. I sighed to calm myself down, but when I looked at Yamato's eyes again, we broke into laughter. It took us a couple of minutes to relax again.
"Ok...We're...Going to wake...Gatomon up if we don't stop." I said between breaths.
"Ok." Yamato said through a sigh.
"Anyway." I said. A few seconds went by of silence.
"Matt, how'd you find me?" I asked.
"Internet." he said simply.
"Oh."
Silence.
"Did you tell anybody else that you found me?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"I wanted to see you first. See if you were ok." he said softly.
"I'm glad you did." I said sheepishly. He looked a little red, and I wasn't sure if that was because of laughing, or if he was blushing. Either way, he still looked gentle to me.
"Kari, will you at least think about coming home?" Yamato asked.
"Fine." I sighed. "I'll think about it. But you know, I won't feel at home. I couldn't stand to see Taichi or your brother."
"I know. Well, about the Takeru thing, at least. I'm really sorry about that, by the way." Yamato apologized.
"It wasn't your fault, Yama." I said sincerely.
"I know, but I feel like I could've done something." he whispered. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed is softly.
"It was Takeru who screwed up, not you. Don't beat yourself up over this, ok? I haven't." I lied. Yamato looked into my eyes. Like he was scanning me, looking for something. Some flaw.
"If that's true..." he started, still looking in my eyes so tenderly, "then why are you here?"
I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it. He was right. I did leave because of Takeru. Well, not just him, but he took up about 65% of the reason. I looked away, and Yamato took my hand in his and squeezed it gently.
"Hey, it's going to be ok. Tell you what, I'll get a hotel room and stay here a couple of days to help you out, or try to change your mind, or whatever." he said with a kind smile.
"That'd be nice." I said. "But you can stay here with me if you'd like. No hotel necessary. I can sleep on the couch and you can take the bedroom."
"No, no. I'll take the couch and you take the bed." Yamato insisted.
"Matt, you're the guest, you get the room." I insisted even more.
"No, Kari, you live here, you get the comfort." Yamato said.
"You know what?" I started, getting tired of this silly argument, "I'll sleep on one side of the bed and you can take the other side. Sound fair?"
"Deal." Yamato said, and shook my hand.
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I couldn't sleep that night. I kept falling asleep, then waking up, then falling asleep again. And I had the same dream over and over again. I looked at the clock. I was only in bed for 2 hours, and I've already had the dream twice. I sighed, and went back to sleep.
I was on the edge of the cliff, gripping onto it with all my might, and I heard the laughter of my parents, Taichi, and Takeru. They kept laughing at me, but then they started to fade away as I felt a hand gripped onto mine and start to pull me up. I lifted my head from the crashing waves down below, and saw Yamato, struggling to keep me alive.
I sat up and gasped, my sweat running down my neck. I continued to breathe heavily, then laid back down under the covers. It was all just too much. Why did he have to come? I was fine without him, and he just had to show up and screw me over. I had pushed all of this aside, and was coping just fine. And now...I'm not.
I started to sob silent to myself, trying to avoid Yamato or Gatomon hearing me. Apparently Yamato had a better sense of who I was than I thought. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and I could feel his body heat against me.
"Everything's going to be ok, Kari. It'll all be ok." Yamato whispered to me. And I just let myself go. I turned around and buried myself into him and sobbed onto his chest. While he held me. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry any longer. I had cried myself to sleep.
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"Oh man..." I groaned as I sat up. I looked at the clock. It read 7:37am. I sighed and looked next to me, and Yamato was gone. I groaned again, and got up off the bed and dragged myself into the kitchen to find Yamato cooking with a towel on tope of his head.
"What are you doing?" I moaned as I slumped over to the fridgerator and pulled out a carton of juice.
"Making breakfast." Yamato said.
"Then why do you have a towel on?" I asked groggily.
"I took a shower." he said calmly. I walked up next to him and reached across his face to open up the cabinet. I pulled out a glass and closed the cabinet.
"Feeling better?" he asked me quietly. I set the glass down on the counter and started to struggle with my actions. I turned and looked at him. His eyes, so peaceful.
"Yes. Thank you." I replied softly.
"I'm glad." Yamato said with a smile. I could feel my face get red when he smiled. Why? I had absolutely no idea whatsoever.
All of a sudden my cell phone started to ring. I walked over to the charger and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Yagami, we need you here. They've called an emergency meeting."
"Ok, I'll be right over." I said. I hung up the phone and turned around to look at Yamato, who looked a tad curious.
"Work." I explained. "I'm going to go get ready." I sighed. I walked into my bedroom and put on one of the many cheap suits required for my job. I brushed my hair quickly, put it up in a ponytail, put on a little mascara, and grabbed my briefcase, which was pretty much filled with snacks, pens, and paper pads, none of which I have used. I stepped out of the bedroom and walked up to Yamato and gave him a quick hug.
"Thanks for last night." I said softly.
"I'm just glad you feel better." Yamato said. I smiled up at him, and I felt a tingling urge to give him a kiss. But not like how I felt towards Takeru. This was a different kind of urge. A more gentle kind of want. With Takeru it was more like a ravaging crave. But with Yamato...It's not. It's peaceful.
Yamato offered me his car to get to work and I gratefully accepted. I had the license, but not the car. I stepped out of the apartment building, got into Yamato's car, and drove off to another day of talking.
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"Kari can Lance and Deomon come over please oh please?" Gatomon begged me as I walked into the apartment. Lance and Deomon are one of the three only people in Okayama that are partnered digi kids/digimon.
"I'm really tired Gatomon. How about you hang out at their place?" I asked as I set my briefcase down.
"Cool cool. I'll call 'em, ok?" Gatomon stated. I nodded and looked around the place to see where Matt was, but there was no sign of him.
'Where is Matt' I mouthed to Gatomon while she was on the phone.
'Sleeping.' she mouthed back. I nodded, and went over to the couch and fell backwards, exhausted. Gatomon was having a conversation with the telephone when she put it down and jumped on top of me.
"Can I spend the night?" she asked me.
"Gatomon, I do not own you, you aren't my child. That's your choice. You just need to keep me informed so I don't freak out." I chuckled.
"Thanks Kar." she said with a smile. She hopped off the couch and went back over to the phone and continued to talk a little while longer.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a bit. I wanted to go lay down in my bed, but I had to stay up for when Lance would pick Gatomon up. He came by about half an hour after Gatomon hung up. As soon as he left I darted to my bedroom so I could sleep. I was so tired from not being able to sleep regularly from last night. I walked into the bedroom and saw Yamato, laying in the middle of the bed, his eyes closed, his hair messed up, small beads of sweat on his forehead, and a smile across his lips. I took my jacket off and hung it up in the closet, kicked my shoes to the door, and sat down on the bed next to Yamato.
He looked so calm, so peaceful.
I laid down next to him, and just stared at his smile. It felt like I stared at him for hours.
I finally began to get extremely tired. The tired you get when you know if you don't lay down, you're gonna faint. I kissed Yamato's cheek gently, then cuddled up next to him and fell asleep.
That night, I had my original dream where I was running down the hill, through flowers. No cliffs, no stormy clouds. Just a peaceful, sunny day. But this time I wasn't alone.
This time Yamato was there with me.
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"Nice to see you up and running." I said, not shifting my eyes away from the TV.
"Ha ha." Yamato said sarcastically. He came over to the couch and sat down next to me, placing his arm on the top of the couch, behind my head. I leaned over and put my head on his lap, still watching the television.
"Where's Gatomon?" he asked me.
"With Lance." I said.
"Ah."
I sat up and looked at Yamato, squinted, then spoke.
"What do you say about me taking you out for a night around town?" I asked him.
"Sounds cool." Yamato replied.
"Great. Go get ready." I said. I nudged him off the couch and shooed him away from the TV so he would get changed, and got my shoes on while I waited. I kept thinking about all these feelings I was getting for this guy. C'mon. It's Matt. MATT. I don't get feelings for Matt, crazed lunatics get feelings for Matt. So then what was I feeling? Is this what homesickness is? I hope not, because whatever these feelings are, they aren't easily coped with.
Yamato stepped out of the bedroom with a maroon t-shirt on and a casual jacket on top of that. I blushed, and told Matt we'd better go if we want to keep our reservation. I took his keys and drove off to a small, casual restaurant. We had a nice, simple conversation. It more like memories of things that have happened in the past. Stuff that's happened to Davis because of Jun, and that one fight Taichi had with Sora over a hair clip. Good, heart-filled things like that. The laughter we shared made me think about exactly what I felt towards Yamato. What did I really think of him as? I knew in the back of my mind what I thought of him, but I wasn't ready to tell him. Not in a restaurant, at least.
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"That was fun." Yamato said as he entered the passenger side of his car.
"What makes you think it's over?" I asked deviously.
"It's not?" Yamato asked me curiously. "You're not planning on killing me, are you..."
"No, of course not." I giggled. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Matt looked at me funny, but I didn't react to it. I started the car and headed down the street. Destination? Clark Road.
I parked the car outside the building and walked Matt up to it.
"This is where I work." I said as I pointed to the imprinted sign on the glass doors.
"Very cool." Yamato replied. He looked up at the skyscraper, observing the tinted glass walls that made up the majority of the exterior.
"C'mon." I said as I tugged on his sleeve. We went inside, and I led him over to the elevator, and hit level 13, the highest it could go. When the elevator stopped and the door opened, I led him over to the stairs and brought him onto the roof.
"Doesn't it look like Odaiba?" I asked him as the wind from the night skies blew my hair back and forth.
"This is amazing." Yamato gasped as he walked around the roof, looking at all he could see.
"My mom's work building back home has a beautiful view just like this one. Sometimes I come up here when I feel homesick." I told Matt.
"I can't believe this. Thank you so much for showing me this." Yamato whispered to me. I walked up next to him and leaned against him while he looked out at the water. My heart skipped a beat when he intertwined his fingers with mine and squeezed my hand gently. He turned and looked at me, my eyes. Inside of me. To see what I was really feeling. I looked into his as well, and they were so bright, so full of gleam.
"Thank you for coming to see me." I said softly. I brought one of my hands up to his face and ran my thumb across his cheek.
"You're welcome." Matt said as he leaned in towards me. He gently, and oh-so carefully, brought his lips onto mine, and in return I wrapped my arms around his chest. Yamato wrapped his arms around my back and brought me closer to him, and when he pulled his lips away from mine, I could feel tears. Some my own, some his. I hugged him tightly, afraid that if I let go, he would tumble down into a canyon full of waves.
"I...I needed to see you." he said softly. I gulped, and led him inside. I took his hand and brought him over to the couch and sat him down.
"Can I, um, get you something to drink?" I asked nervously. I had no idea why he was here. What if Taichi got shot?
Yamato nodded and ask for only water, so I got up and pulled a glass out of the cupboard.
I could feel through my veins how tense Yamato was. Like he feared something. He has nothing to fear about telling me and he knows that, so what's wrong?
I filled up the glass and walked back to the couch and handed Yamato his water. He continued to look at the floor as I sat down next to him. His eyes looked so worried. I reached my hand over and took his hand in mine, and he looked at me.
"What's wrong, Matt?" I asked quietly.
"We miss you, Hikari." he whispered. "I missed you."
"I missed you guys too." I said softly.
"Come home." he sighed. I lowered my eyelids slowly and looked away.
"Yamato...You know I can't do that."
"Kari, please..." he pleaded. I could see his tears fall. Feel, almost. I reached my hand up and wiped his tears away. I could feel my own start to run. I wrapped my arms around him and felt him wrap his arms around me and rest his chin on my head. I felt this warming, comforting feeling coming from him. Loving, caring, like a hug I would get from both Tai and Takeru mixed together. I could feel my heart beat in rhythm to his, and I felt faint.
Why did I feel that way? I mean it was Yamato. The same Yamato that used to babysit me. The same Yamato that knew I loved his brother. The same Yamato who...
Who cheered me up when I was sad. Who sang me a song so I would laugh again. The same Yamato who got mad at me when I would call his music crap. The same Yamato who offered to teach me how to play a guitar.
If this was the same Yamato, how come it didn't feel the same? How come I felt flushed when held me.
"Yamato..." I said into his chest.
"What?" he asked me. I lifted my head from him, just slightly, enough so he could hear me, but close enough to him that I still felt his warmth.
"Does anybody miss me?" I asked quietly. He sighed heavily and held me tighter.
"Everybody misses you, Hika. Your mom has gone crazy, your dad filed a missing persons ad, and Takeru's broken down into tiny...Little...Crumbly...Things." Yamato said slowly, sounding a little a confused by his owns words. I chuckled.
"I'm serious! He really is torn." Yamato giggled. I sighed to calm myself down, but when I looked at Yamato's eyes again, we broke into laughter. It took us a couple of minutes to relax again.
"Ok...We're...Going to wake...Gatomon up if we don't stop." I said between breaths.
"Ok." Yamato said through a sigh.
"Anyway." I said. A few seconds went by of silence.
"Matt, how'd you find me?" I asked.
"Internet." he said simply.
"Oh."
Silence.
"Did you tell anybody else that you found me?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"I wanted to see you first. See if you were ok." he said softly.
"I'm glad you did." I said sheepishly. He looked a little red, and I wasn't sure if that was because of laughing, or if he was blushing. Either way, he still looked gentle to me.
"Kari, will you at least think about coming home?" Yamato asked.
"Fine." I sighed. "I'll think about it. But you know, I won't feel at home. I couldn't stand to see Taichi or your brother."
"I know. Well, about the Takeru thing, at least. I'm really sorry about that, by the way." Yamato apologized.
"It wasn't your fault, Yama." I said sincerely.
"I know, but I feel like I could've done something." he whispered. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed is softly.
"It was Takeru who screwed up, not you. Don't beat yourself up over this, ok? I haven't." I lied. Yamato looked into my eyes. Like he was scanning me, looking for something. Some flaw.
"If that's true..." he started, still looking in my eyes so tenderly, "then why are you here?"
I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it. He was right. I did leave because of Takeru. Well, not just him, but he took up about 65% of the reason. I looked away, and Yamato took my hand in his and squeezed it gently.
"Hey, it's going to be ok. Tell you what, I'll get a hotel room and stay here a couple of days to help you out, or try to change your mind, or whatever." he said with a kind smile.
"That'd be nice." I said. "But you can stay here with me if you'd like. No hotel necessary. I can sleep on the couch and you can take the bedroom."
"No, no. I'll take the couch and you take the bed." Yamato insisted.
"Matt, you're the guest, you get the room." I insisted even more.
"No, Kari, you live here, you get the comfort." Yamato said.
"You know what?" I started, getting tired of this silly argument, "I'll sleep on one side of the bed and you can take the other side. Sound fair?"
"Deal." Yamato said, and shook my hand.
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I couldn't sleep that night. I kept falling asleep, then waking up, then falling asleep again. And I had the same dream over and over again. I looked at the clock. I was only in bed for 2 hours, and I've already had the dream twice. I sighed, and went back to sleep.
I was on the edge of the cliff, gripping onto it with all my might, and I heard the laughter of my parents, Taichi, and Takeru. They kept laughing at me, but then they started to fade away as I felt a hand gripped onto mine and start to pull me up. I lifted my head from the crashing waves down below, and saw Yamato, struggling to keep me alive.
I sat up and gasped, my sweat running down my neck. I continued to breathe heavily, then laid back down under the covers. It was all just too much. Why did he have to come? I was fine without him, and he just had to show up and screw me over. I had pushed all of this aside, and was coping just fine. And now...I'm not.
I started to sob silent to myself, trying to avoid Yamato or Gatomon hearing me. Apparently Yamato had a better sense of who I was than I thought. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and I could feel his body heat against me.
"Everything's going to be ok, Kari. It'll all be ok." Yamato whispered to me. And I just let myself go. I turned around and buried myself into him and sobbed onto his chest. While he held me. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry any longer. I had cried myself to sleep.
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"Oh man..." I groaned as I sat up. I looked at the clock. It read 7:37am. I sighed and looked next to me, and Yamato was gone. I groaned again, and got up off the bed and dragged myself into the kitchen to find Yamato cooking with a towel on tope of his head.
"What are you doing?" I moaned as I slumped over to the fridgerator and pulled out a carton of juice.
"Making breakfast." Yamato said.
"Then why do you have a towel on?" I asked groggily.
"I took a shower." he said calmly. I walked up next to him and reached across his face to open up the cabinet. I pulled out a glass and closed the cabinet.
"Feeling better?" he asked me quietly. I set the glass down on the counter and started to struggle with my actions. I turned and looked at him. His eyes, so peaceful.
"Yes. Thank you." I replied softly.
"I'm glad." Yamato said with a smile. I could feel my face get red when he smiled. Why? I had absolutely no idea whatsoever.
All of a sudden my cell phone started to ring. I walked over to the charger and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Yagami, we need you here. They've called an emergency meeting."
"Ok, I'll be right over." I said. I hung up the phone and turned around to look at Yamato, who looked a tad curious.
"Work." I explained. "I'm going to go get ready." I sighed. I walked into my bedroom and put on one of the many cheap suits required for my job. I brushed my hair quickly, put it up in a ponytail, put on a little mascara, and grabbed my briefcase, which was pretty much filled with snacks, pens, and paper pads, none of which I have used. I stepped out of the bedroom and walked up to Yamato and gave him a quick hug.
"Thanks for last night." I said softly.
"I'm just glad you feel better." Yamato said. I smiled up at him, and I felt a tingling urge to give him a kiss. But not like how I felt towards Takeru. This was a different kind of urge. A more gentle kind of want. With Takeru it was more like a ravaging crave. But with Yamato...It's not. It's peaceful.
Yamato offered me his car to get to work and I gratefully accepted. I had the license, but not the car. I stepped out of the apartment building, got into Yamato's car, and drove off to another day of talking.
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"Kari can Lance and Deomon come over please oh please?" Gatomon begged me as I walked into the apartment. Lance and Deomon are one of the three only people in Okayama that are partnered digi kids/digimon.
"I'm really tired Gatomon. How about you hang out at their place?" I asked as I set my briefcase down.
"Cool cool. I'll call 'em, ok?" Gatomon stated. I nodded and looked around the place to see where Matt was, but there was no sign of him.
'Where is Matt' I mouthed to Gatomon while she was on the phone.
'Sleeping.' she mouthed back. I nodded, and went over to the couch and fell backwards, exhausted. Gatomon was having a conversation with the telephone when she put it down and jumped on top of me.
"Can I spend the night?" she asked me.
"Gatomon, I do not own you, you aren't my child. That's your choice. You just need to keep me informed so I don't freak out." I chuckled.
"Thanks Kar." she said with a smile. She hopped off the couch and went back over to the phone and continued to talk a little while longer.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a bit. I wanted to go lay down in my bed, but I had to stay up for when Lance would pick Gatomon up. He came by about half an hour after Gatomon hung up. As soon as he left I darted to my bedroom so I could sleep. I was so tired from not being able to sleep regularly from last night. I walked into the bedroom and saw Yamato, laying in the middle of the bed, his eyes closed, his hair messed up, small beads of sweat on his forehead, and a smile across his lips. I took my jacket off and hung it up in the closet, kicked my shoes to the door, and sat down on the bed next to Yamato.
He looked so calm, so peaceful.
I laid down next to him, and just stared at his smile. It felt like I stared at him for hours.
I finally began to get extremely tired. The tired you get when you know if you don't lay down, you're gonna faint. I kissed Yamato's cheek gently, then cuddled up next to him and fell asleep.
That night, I had my original dream where I was running down the hill, through flowers. No cliffs, no stormy clouds. Just a peaceful, sunny day. But this time I wasn't alone.
This time Yamato was there with me.
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"Nice to see you up and running." I said, not shifting my eyes away from the TV.
"Ha ha." Yamato said sarcastically. He came over to the couch and sat down next to me, placing his arm on the top of the couch, behind my head. I leaned over and put my head on his lap, still watching the television.
"Where's Gatomon?" he asked me.
"With Lance." I said.
"Ah."
I sat up and looked at Yamato, squinted, then spoke.
"What do you say about me taking you out for a night around town?" I asked him.
"Sounds cool." Yamato replied.
"Great. Go get ready." I said. I nudged him off the couch and shooed him away from the TV so he would get changed, and got my shoes on while I waited. I kept thinking about all these feelings I was getting for this guy. C'mon. It's Matt. MATT. I don't get feelings for Matt, crazed lunatics get feelings for Matt. So then what was I feeling? Is this what homesickness is? I hope not, because whatever these feelings are, they aren't easily coped with.
Yamato stepped out of the bedroom with a maroon t-shirt on and a casual jacket on top of that. I blushed, and told Matt we'd better go if we want to keep our reservation. I took his keys and drove off to a small, casual restaurant. We had a nice, simple conversation. It more like memories of things that have happened in the past. Stuff that's happened to Davis because of Jun, and that one fight Taichi had with Sora over a hair clip. Good, heart-filled things like that. The laughter we shared made me think about exactly what I felt towards Yamato. What did I really think of him as? I knew in the back of my mind what I thought of him, but I wasn't ready to tell him. Not in a restaurant, at least.
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"That was fun." Yamato said as he entered the passenger side of his car.
"What makes you think it's over?" I asked deviously.
"It's not?" Yamato asked me curiously. "You're not planning on killing me, are you..."
"No, of course not." I giggled. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Matt looked at me funny, but I didn't react to it. I started the car and headed down the street. Destination? Clark Road.
I parked the car outside the building and walked Matt up to it.
"This is where I work." I said as I pointed to the imprinted sign on the glass doors.
"Very cool." Yamato replied. He looked up at the skyscraper, observing the tinted glass walls that made up the majority of the exterior.
"C'mon." I said as I tugged on his sleeve. We went inside, and I led him over to the elevator, and hit level 13, the highest it could go. When the elevator stopped and the door opened, I led him over to the stairs and brought him onto the roof.
"Doesn't it look like Odaiba?" I asked him as the wind from the night skies blew my hair back and forth.
"This is amazing." Yamato gasped as he walked around the roof, looking at all he could see.
"My mom's work building back home has a beautiful view just like this one. Sometimes I come up here when I feel homesick." I told Matt.
"I can't believe this. Thank you so much for showing me this." Yamato whispered to me. I walked up next to him and leaned against him while he looked out at the water. My heart skipped a beat when he intertwined his fingers with mine and squeezed my hand gently. He turned and looked at me, my eyes. Inside of me. To see what I was really feeling. I looked into his as well, and they were so bright, so full of gleam.
"Thank you for coming to see me." I said softly. I brought one of my hands up to his face and ran my thumb across his cheek.
"You're welcome." Matt said as he leaned in towards me. He gently, and oh-so carefully, brought his lips onto mine, and in return I wrapped my arms around his chest. Yamato wrapped his arms around my back and brought me closer to him, and when he pulled his lips away from mine, I could feel tears. Some my own, some his. I hugged him tightly, afraid that if I let go, he would tumble down into a canyon full of waves.