Silent Stalker: Sorry, this chapter might be hard to read again. But I skipped as many lines as possible.

Aino Yuy aka Usagi-Hater: Okay, so Yamato should go to the hospital. I may have exaggerated a little in my summary, so screw dat. He didn't have his jaw broken after all, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to talk. It'll be boring as hell if Matt doesn't talk at all. As for run-ons, can't help it, I get Cs in english class cuz i write wicked long sentences in my essays, its a habit but I'll try to avoid them.

SoratoL.O.C.Fan: are you sorato sicc fan too? If you are.. Koumi LOC fan you kick ass by supporting me all the way!

Ishidas girl: thanks for letting me use ur quote, it's gonna be on the next chappie or the one after dat.

Theladyknight: ur my favorite author even though i don't have a fav list, but if i ever make one, u'd be on it.

Luvy Duvy Gal: don't worry, his tooth will be fixed. he won't stay ugly forever.

All my other reviewers, Curtis Zidane Ziraa, Xymi Angel Ghost,sorato4eva(),CWolf2...you rock! My goal is to get this completed and I hope you keep reviewing and get me going.

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Chapter 3: Yes

I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that are bad for me do not tempt me.

William Shakespeare

Yamato's POV

"Well...you can stay here if you want...since we're both by ourselves." Her words hummed around the center of my earlopes like a bumble bee, they stuck there. I glanced upon her to search for any sign of seriousness. Her tempting smile glared back at me contentedly.That irresistible and charming face was impossible to say no to. The request lay between us, growing larger and larger. I had to say something.

Sora's POV

The answer turned out to be a "Uh...maybe." His maybes are always yes. I didn't quite know what to think. The same question had being bugging me all day: why did I even ask him? At first I thought I was going crazy, but come to think of it, maybe it's because I felt bad for that guy, he did nothing to me and I nearly disordered his face. But asking him to move in isn't going to change anything, do I have a crush on him? No...he's nothing but a cute face. Looks don't impress me that easily.

Do they?

Early in the morning, we drove to the hospital for a checkup. The nurse threw ton of questions at Yamato. "How did you get hurt?" "Were you in a fight?" "Who else was involoved?"

At that point, I sat at the chair next to him and felt like I was the baddest little girl on Earth. Yamato gave me a stare, he could clearly tell that I was shrinking in my chair. Yama's a good liar. I listened to his story attentively as he told the scrawny old lady how he got hurt."I was talking in the ghetto on my way home, then all of the sudden, several people approached me and asked for the wallet in my hands...I hesitated at first. One of them hit me on my face and I fell...." A plain robbery story, but I was bitting hard on my lips to prevent myself from cracking up. The lady dressed in the white hospital suit looked convinced by his lie and nodded as she typed the details onto the keyboard.

After a check up, his blood pressure was normal. The doctor offered him some pain medicine and had his X-ray taken. He was in a more critical condition than I expected, a crack appeared in a fragment of one of his lower rib bone that need to be fixed in a surgery. His jaw wasn't damaged as badly, but it will still be weeks before he fully recovers. Funny, Matt was just fine yesterday, or was that just a mask he wore so I won't feel worse than I already did? Poor Yamato. His missing teeth would be replaced next week, the doctor planned to give him a fake plastic one which would cost a few hundred bucks. It was large amount for both of us, my credit account was broke and I didn't know where to get the money. In the end, Matt assured me that he'll pay for himself. His kindness made me sick to my stomach. No matter how many sorrys I muttered, he just acted like I did nothing wrong, as if all of this was bond to happen.

On our drive home, we stopped at his place so Matt could pack up his stuff. I could see why he hated living in that slum. The walls surrounding the kitchen were covered with a thick layer of yellow grease. Between the fridge and the wall, I thought I saw a tail moving in and dissapearing into the small gap. "Matt, was that a mouse?"

"Rat." He replied, "Meet my roomate Ralph."

At first I saw he was talking about a human, but glancing around, I saw no one else in the apartment. "You mean the rat?" I asked.

He nodded once.

"You named that disgusting creature? Boy you must be a desperate man," I shook my head as he ushered me to his bedroom. His room was a larger clump of chaos. Clothes were scatter on the carpet, unwashed and heavily odored. We both had to skip across the floor full of junks. On the unmade bed, there was a black guitar trimmed with white curves around the edges, plucked in. Two sheets of music were placed on a stand nearby.

"You play electric bass guitar?"

"Yeah," he said and picked it up, "Me and my friends have a band called The Teenage Wolves(or Teen-Age Wolves...does it really have a hyphen?) and sometimes we perform in cafes and clubs."

"A band, how nice."

"We're just getting started, it's nothing big," he shrugged.

"Maybe I can come and see you guys play."

"Sure," Matt said. "So, uh, how's your family, do they know about your band?"

Yamato shook his head, "Ever since I moved out, they didn't even bother to call me. I haven't heard from them in a while."

"Not even TK?" "No," his voice was soft, almost a whisper. I didn't want to make him feel sad, but thanks to my big mouth, he had a sparkling layer of tear in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, he went over to the closet and got out a green suitcase. "It's nothin." He finally managed to speak.

An unpleasant smell sweeped in from the half-opened window, it was the smell of cigarette from across the street, I peered out the window and saw my cousin smoking with two asian guy in their twenties, their laughter was loud enough to be heard from a long distance away. My memory lead back to the party on Friday, I hated my cousin for inviting me to that party. If she didn't, everything should have been normal. I would never have ran into Yamato and caused so much trouble for him.

"What are you looking at?" A hand reached out on my shoulder, just like that night. This time I didn't flinch a bit.

"Those were the people I saw at the party," I pointed towards them, "so you never stalked me after all. You were just worried about me."

"Of course, didn't I tell you before?" his voice was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, but I'm just a sore loser who doubted you. I'm sorry." I found myself apologizing again for the tenth time this week. What was it with all these sorrys? I'm tired of saying them but my mouth chattered them again and again. Grudging to avoid those cheesy words only made it built up against my chest, making me have difficult to breathe. Confessing them to Yamato seemed like the only way to make myself less stiff.

"It's alright." The same old answer came from his mouth. Now I'm not even sure if he's really forgiving me.

We set his stuff inside the trunk on the back of the silver toyota and fastened our seat belts.

"Hey Sora?"

"Yes," I started up the engine, then looked at the man sitting next to me in the car.

"Did you ask your mom about this?" he asked.

I chuckled loudly, "My mom would ground me for life if she knows."

Yamato smiled, it was his sexy smile with one side of his mouth tilting up higher than the other, crookly show almost a perfect line of teeth. Except for a gap down the middle where I knocked down one of them. I looked away. He didn't speak further, which made me nervous. My hand trembled at the touch of the steering wheel. Matt could tell that I was sweating through my forehead, he placed his hand on my, "Relax, even if your mom doesn't know, I'm not some hooker who will try to get you under the sheets with me just because I have the chance, besides you would beat me up anyway." That assured me, his words were always honestly down to the point. I laughed, from the reflection on the mirror, my face was bright pink and blushing.

"Go on, drive," he requested, lifting his head up to the road.

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Yamato settled his stuff in Mrs.Takenouchi's room. It was a lot of work in the 95 degrees sun, after they unpacked everything, Sora was sticky and wet with sweat dripping from her forehead. "I'm going to take a shower." she said and picked up a yellow towel from her closet. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. She went in and locked the door behind her. Yamato rolled his eyes at the sound of the lock pressed in. Somehow, Sora was still insecure about Yama in her presence all day.

Yamato picked up his guitar. Not the black electric one, a classical guitar without the need of plugging in. He was the song writer, bass guitar player, and the vocal of the band. Sitting thoughtfully in his chair, the boy played a piece of the music from the stand. He made marks on the paper as he played along, crossing out some of the notes and adding different ones, trying to make his piece better. The door suddenly knocked. Yama stopped playing and stood alert. It has been 15 minutes and Sora was still in her shower. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked quietly.

"Yes?" a reply came and the running water turned off.

"Sora, I think there's someone outside the door."

"Of course there's someone outside the door, isn't that you?"

"No, I mean...outside the front door, knocking."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

Sora opened the bathroom door and stepped out with only a towel wrapped around her chest. "Who is it?" she yelled. The person didn't seem to hear. She peeped into the (whats that thing called? the hole in the door where you look into to see who's outside), and she was stunted to see her brown haired friend standing in the middle of the round see-through glass. Sora opened the door.

"Oh hi Taichi."She greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hi Sora, I just came to see if you can hang out. But I guess it's a bad time," Tai noticed the towel she had on. At the right side of her head he saw another familiar face behind her. "Yamato? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed negatively, not too happy to see Matt in Sora's apartment.

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing," the blonde spatted out. Both pairs of eyes were on Sora. Suddenly she felt exposed in her half-covered body. The girl didn't know where to begin. Unfortunately, she forgot about her occasional visits from Tai. From the fierce grudge in their eyes, she could sense a fight coming soon.

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Was I making it too dull? I hope not. Tell me what you think. There might be grammar and spelling mistakes. I didn't check it over too carefully, I'm just rushing to post it up.